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[peachesofteal]

Simple Math / Part Thirteen

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 4.2k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. Nurse!reader. Domestic slice of life. Feelings of fear, self loathing, anxiety, dread. Complicated emotions. Verbal depiction of domestic violence. Non sexual intimacy. Scars from cigarette burns. Very brief daddy kink. Sick character (not reader). Comfort. Confessions.

The park is quiet.

You hoped it would be- middle of the day, in the middle of a work week, in the middle of the city. There are a few people around, walking, running, lingering. Enjoying themselves, the warmth of the sun on their face, a bright spot amid a typically grey winter.

It makes it easier. To look.

To watch.

To wait.

And you do. You wait, and you wait. You sit steady on the park bench, pretending to be remotely interested in the rough paperback cradled in your lap, spine already cracked flimsy by Simon’s grip. It’s Stephen King. Carrie, if you’re precise. A story of stolen girlhood and rage.

You swallow the shards of glass and acid the pages bring forth.

Deep breath. 

The breeze gusts, and your shoulders nearly shake. It’s been a long, long time since you’ve sat out in the open like this.

Easy prey.

You may have always been easy prey. Easy and young and stupid, easy, and naïve and manipulated. You fell for every trick in the book. You didn’t see the signs until it was too late.

Still, you watch. You wait.

You considered, for a while, that if Philip was around, if he was in the city, looking for you- he’d arrive here. Like magic. Like a classic villain, materializing in a plume of smoke.

And while it’s not exactly comfort you feel as each minute ticks by and he fails to appear, there’s relief in your soul for certain.

It’s a risk, to sit here. A question. With an answer, for now.

Will he? Won’t he? 

Today, the answer is he won’t.

Your phone vibrates, and you don’t need to look at it to know, guilt worming its way into the depths of your heart, anxiety piquing as you imagine both Simon and Johnny at their house, their home, worried.

Don’t fool yourself. Don’t give yourself too much credit. Don’t get carried away. 

Someone clears their throat over the back of the bench, and you whirl.

“Hey, sorry.” Your pulse slows from a gallop to something slower, and you shake your head.

“You can’t sneak up on me like that.” The man shrugs his second apology, legs spreading into the spot next to you. You’re practiced at this, familiar. Knowledgeable enough to keep your hands from shaking, even though the tremor builds through your bones.

“Been waitin’ for you to call.”

“I’ve been busy.” You eye the black bag in his hands, a small black fabric pouch, gold zipper glinting in the sun. “That everything?” He nods.

“Can I ask-“

“No.”

“Just seems strange, is all. Pretty, polished thing like you, needin’ all this. Most of my clients are more… rough around the edges.” Your teeth dig into your tongue. Already, this guy is less discreet and more obnoxious than your last purveyor. You wish you had hidden your face.

Like Simon. 

“We’re solid, then?” You unzip the pouch, cursory eye roaming over the collection inside, checking off a mental list. Usually, you would feel relief at this point, but today, it sours and rots. Liberation burns into a roaring wave of uncertainty, and your fingers tighten over the zipper.

“We’re good.” He stands, giving you one last long look, and then his mouth shifts into a half smile. “Good luck.” Your polite nod is strained and forced. A nonverbal fuck off.

He takes the cue, and slinks away, disappearing around a corner and out of sight.

The bag weighs heavily in your hands. A terrible reminder of the truth.

You’ll never have a life. You’ll never have a family. You’ll always be alone. 

You’ll never be pretty or polished or perfect. 

You’ll always be this. 

Scarred. Sectioned off. Scared. 

Desperation wells, and you close your eyes. You see Johnny, and Simon. Their faces. Sunlight in bleak darkness.

Love and family and strength.

The ache in your chest widens. You want to be home, with them. Curled up, with them. Sitting at the table and eating dinner, with them. All these things, these domestic, familiar things that once seemed so unattainable, now within arm’s reach.

But still so far away. 

Your shoulders relax a fraction, dipping lower, the strain on your injury zinging through your muscles as you roll them, and you shove the little bag into the backpack, above the clothes you pulled from your apartment.

Deep breath. 

Johnny’s the first you see after locking the front door. He’s in the kitchen, half leaning on his crutch, fishing something out of a pot, a noodle of some kind, and he freezes, eyes heavy with relief, when you come around the corner.

“Bunny.” His good arm reaches, fingers brushing together, cold against warm. He coos. “Ye’re freezin’.”

“It’s cold.” You agree, unzipping the front of your jacket. He slides cautious and slow touch around your waist beneath it, and you go with him, face burrowing into his chest, just below his collarbone. Your nose is nearly smashed, but you can still breath him in, feel him, be in this moment with him.

His hold tightens. “What is it?”

“Sorry it took me so long.”

“That’s alright, was jus’ worried is all. Text us back next time.” You nod, but stay silent, still taking gulps of air, nosing against the collar of his shirt to find his skin. “Pretty girl,” his hand strokes over the back of your head, warm breath on your cheek. “Ye alright?” You breathe through the threat of tears, though they sting and threaten to sink you.

“Ye-yeah.” You choke, and he tries to pull back, grip steady on your upper arm, but you follow him, still trying to crawl inside and hide, wrap yourself up in him and disappear.

“Hey now,” he clucks his tongue, trying to re-focus you, trying to get your attention, nimble fingers cradling your jaw, “what is it?”

There are no words to explain it, these feelings. The fear. The dread. The bile rioting in your stomach, the anxiety churning like a turbulent sea. It’s like no matter what you do, it all comes back, no matter how deep you bury it or how much you try to change the tide.

It’s easier to lie.

“I’m tired.” You whisper, and he rubs your back.

“Did ye eat?” No.

“Yes. I got something at the hospital.”

“Paperwork all in order so ye can hang out wit’ us until ye’re better?” His smile is infectious, a mirror blooming across your own face, and he dots your nose with his lips. “There’s our girl.” Your toes curl. He tugs the backpack into his grip, and you let him, let him push you up into the counter, drop your bag to the floor, slip his tongue between his teeth. You let it all go to your head, let yourself get lost in him, twist your fingers in his hair, nipples pebbling stiff as his mouth finds the sensitive skin of your neck.

He takes it all away. Every time. 

“Johnny.”

“I’ve got ye.” He finds an opening, a soft spot between your jeans and your shirt, hands roaming upward and over, everywhere. He’s everywhere, effortlessly, and you’re along for the ride, clinging so tight like you’re afraid you’ll fall.

And then-

It stops.

He’s holding your face, blue gaze unwavering, focused. “Bun, talk to me.” Your throat throbs, words sticking like taffy, clawing their way up in a jumbled mess until the only thing intelligible is what spills out.  

“Is this real?” You’re a child. Small and scared, desperate for some sort of reassurance, some semblance of security.

“Is what real?” His fingers close over yours, lifting them to his lips. “This? Us?”

“Everything. All of it… I- I-“

“It’s real. It’s been real since ye held my hand the first time. Or at least, it’s been real for me… since then. Thought ye were an angel. An answer to a prayer.” He cracks a smile, thumb rubbing across the slope of your cheek. “An’ I’m not the praying type.”

“There’s… you don’t know me, Johnny. There’s so much… you don’t know.” Your chest heaves, anxiety stuttering inside your lungs, air turning thin in your mouth.

“I know, shhh. I know.” You press your face back into his chest, words slowing to a stop, a trickle. “Ye remind me of him, ye know. A lot prettier though.”

“Who?”

“Si.” He kisses your temple, your forehead, peeling away to peer at your face. “Guarded… but scared under it all. Ye dinnae even know how life can be, too busy runnin’ away.”

“Johnny-“

“Ye’ve got secrets, I know. But it’s the same thing I used to tell him. Eventually you’ve got to let go, let me in. Let us in, Bun. We’re not goin’ anywhere. We’re not afraid. Let us prove it.” Your lower lip trembles, eyes burning with the brunt of tears. “Shhh, dinnae cry. Ye’re alright, everything’s going to be okay. I swear it.” You do nothing, nothing except stand there, half folded into him, breath and touch agonizingly slow, steady in his hold.

The two of you stay there, in the silence, until the agonized sear of distress starts to fade, and you begin to balance, ship righting itself after a long night in rocky seas.

Penny’s bedroom door is open.

The soft glow of a nightlight floats into the hall, and you peer past, finding Simon with his arms full, reclined in the rocking chair, a nearly asleep Penny gap mouthed in his arms. You wave.

“Hi,” he whispers, “get everything you needed?”

“Yeah, all set.” You nod to the baby. “She’s knocked.”

“Bath time was rough.” He traces her cheek, twirling a finger in her hair. A soft, faultless picture, his features delicately framed by shadow, thick arms the perfect place for a baby, an easy cradle.

It’s an intimate moment, and inside it, you feel out of place.

“I’ll see you downstairs?” You shift away, motioning, and he hums.

“In a few.”

Everything is slow with them in the evenings, you’ve realized.

They move leisurely, dancing around one another, Simon constantly watching and waiting, for both you and Johnny, anticipating. It’s a natural role, one that seems more permanent over necessary considering the circumstances, Johnny falling into an unhurried pace, languishing on the couch after dinner and dishes are done, fingers mindlessly stroking into the soft spot beneath your ear. Simon leans over, kissing Johnny and then settling at your side, an arm stretching around your back. “Should we watch something?” Johnny brightens.

“A movie?”

“If you’d like. Bun, any suggestions?” You blink. It’s a surprise, one that’s never occurred to you, the ability to simply choose a movie.

“Umm… no?”

“What’s yer favorite?”

“I don’t know. Whatever is fine. What do you guys like?”

“We know what we like. We want to know what you like.” What do you like? Comedies, you suppose. Something light and funny, something to distract the never-ending stream of thoughts cycling through your head.

“Uh, have you guys ever seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall?” Johnny chuckles.

“It’s been a while.” He flicks through the icons on the screen, thumbing over to where he starts to type it in. What if they don’t like it? What if they’re humoring you? What if you picked wrong? “Or, if you don’t like that, we can do something else. Anything. I’m not picky. It doesn’t have to be-“

“Hey,” Simon murmurs, warm palm resting on your knee, “that’s perfect. We both like that one.”

“Dracula musical.” Johnny smiles, finding it easily and clicking play. Your breath catches at the ease of it all, of picking a movie and that being that, no anxiety about a reaction or something triggering popping up on screen.

You can just… enjoy it.

The light in their bathroom is a little too bright.

Your toes stretch across the tile, nerves thrashing in the pit of your stomach as you stare in the mirror.

You don’t know who it is looking back at you.

You don’t recognize the girl getting ready for bed, brushing her teeth, wearing a pair of pajama pants and Simon’s shirt.

There’s a disconnect, some semblance of wires crossing, some phantom of someone else, living in your skin.

Because it can’t be you, getting ready to crawl into bed between them. It can’t be you, who fell asleep with her head on Simon’s stomach during the movie, can’t be you who stole a kiss from Johnny as Simon propped his leg up on the stack of pillows.

You’re playing house. Playing a game. 

It won’t last. 

It can’t.

You wrap a finger up in the hem of Simon’s shirt, frayed and torn edges pulling apart below the seam. It’s an old one, something he tugged out of a drawer and tossed on the bed, faded graphic turned from white to grey against a rusted black backdrop. It’s soft, and worn, and comfortable, an article of clothing well loved, and you wonder if Johnny’s worn it too. If it’s been passed around, washed, and dried a hundred times.

“Everything alright?” Simon leans into the bathroom, Johnny in view just past his shoulder. He’s not wearing a shirt, just soft, flannel pants, and you stare at the scars dotting his torso before dragging your gaze away.

“Yeah, sorry… I got distracted.” You turn the tap, rinsing your toothbrush before placing it by itself on the edge of the sink, out of place next to the cup holding theirs, and Penny’s.

You blink slow, allowing your eyes to close for a fraction of second.

“Ready for bed?” Johnny beams at you, lush and sleepy, hand outstretched, reaching.

You take a deep breath. “Yeah.”

Simon’s bedside lamp is still on, barely illuminating the dark. It’s quiet, and warm, and you bask in the space between their bodies, fingers playing idly with the hem of your shirt.

When Johnny’s fingers graze the skin under the fabric, your chest tightens. He strokes back and forth, over your navel, blazing heat from his palm tingling into your skin. You’re being torn in two, swallowed by the ocean, tugged in different directions.

You struggle to regulate your breathing, small draws coming in quicker, and Simon covers Johnny’s hand with his own, stopping the movement.

“Will you show us?” He murmurs.

“Sh-show you?”

“The scars.” Oh.

Will you? 

Even though Simon’s already seen them, this feels different. This feels like a choice. Like you’re peeling something back, baring yourself.

You close your eyes and pull the bottom of your shirt to the top of your ribcage, cool air ghosting over your exposed skin. Johnny makes a sound, a twisted whisper of something pained, and you shiver.

A thumb slides over the raised skin on the left side of your belly. “These are from cigarettes?”

“Yes.” You almost want to look, want to see, but can’t bring yourself to do it, to witness their disgust, their shock. You’re hollow. Drifting. Falling away from them. Someone shifts, the bed moves, jostles slightly, but you block it out. Every muscle in your body is taut, jaw locked, and fists clenched.

This morning was intimate but this… this is something else. Something more. 

“Can ye feel them, still? Do they hurt?” Two hands roam, rubbing gently, skimming.

“No but… they’re hideous.”

“No.” Simon croaks, voice thick. “There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t perfect.” Your heart cracks, and the light touch of fingertips disappears, replaced with a swath of breath and then-

Lips. 

He’s kissing them. 

It stops your heart, dries your mouth. Robs you of your breath, your head spinning into an enormous vortex of disbelief. Simon’s mouth travels, dotting your skin between each ugly, raised bump, carefully pressing a kiss to each one, gradually. He takes his time, and with your eyes closed, you can feel his body hovering above you, holding steady just over your frame. Johnny’s forehead rests against yours, and he cups your face, thumb rubbing the apple of your cheek, sweet and slow.

“Will ye tell us… about how you got them? Who gave them to ye?” Simon cradles your hips, firm pressure folding into your skin, the curve there, and he squeezes, prompting you, expecting. You don’t know how he does it, how he’s so easily able to guide you, and Johnny. It’s seamless.

“I…” You don’t know what to say, if you were to say anything at all. How to answer. How to begin to explain. How to confirm what you know they already suspect, how to start this story. This nightmare.

Are you really doing this? Could you really do this? 

There’s a sliver of sun, begging. Pleading. It rails against the cracks in your heart, desperate.

So, you spit out the only thing you know for sure.

“He liked to hurt me.”

“Who?” Simon’s question is immediate, and your ribs expand with a long breath.

“My… ex.” Stop talking. Stop this, stop it, stop- “He’s a monster.”

“The healed breaks on your x-rays…” He trails off, and you reach blindly, searching for an anchor. Johnny gives it to you, clutching your hand in his, thumb soothing over your knuckles.

“Yes.”

“And more.” Simon whispers, and Johnny draws a sharp breath. You nod.

“And more.”

“Your neck, and shoulder?” There’s a long silence, as you sit atop the wall. As you wait and try to decide if you want to jump off or continue to sit here… trapped at the top, teetering on the edge while they wait below.

You’re in their life now. You said you’d try. They should know. 

You trust them. 

Don’t you? 

“He found me.” You confess, cracked and bleeding and hung out to dry. Three words barely scratching the surface of the truth, saying almost nothing at all and still so much. You stumble, and panic, fear bubbling up to the surface. “I’m sorry, I told you before- I said-“

“And we told ye; nothing is going to get ye while ye’re with us. Ye’re safe, bunny.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about!” you blurt, a near snap, and Johnny freezes. “It’s you guys, and Penny, and your friends, you- you don’t know what he’s capable of. You don’t understand. He’s chased me across the world, he always finds me, no matter what, no matter what I do, o-or where I go-” You’re rambling, nearly hyperventilating, and slipping away, succumbing to the rolling black clouds overtaking your mouth and mind, stuttering and falling, drowning in an endless darkness.

They don’t know. They don’t understand. They can’t. 

You’re weak. You’re stupid. You’re nothing. 

You’re a child again. A lost girl. Alone and scared. Trapped in the dark.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” You shake your head, and Simon catches it between his palms, holding you still. You can fight and flail and run, but he’s still there. Strong and safe and beautiful in every way, a foundation of love, of trust. “It’s just us, we’re here. With you. Look.” Johnny tightens his hold, and your bones rattle inside your skin, aching and splintering, shredding you from the inside out.

“I can’t.” You hiss, trying to curl away. You can’t face them, or this. The reality. The truth.

It’s easier to run. Who were you kidding? You can’t do this. You should have already been gone. 

But they won’t let you go. Not now. Not when they have you so close to the light. So close to the sun. 

And maybe it’s time to accept it.

“Look at me, pretty girl.” Johnny murmurs. “Ye can do it.” The pull of his voice drags you closer, comforts you, and you long for him, long to see his blue eyes, overgrown mohawk and gorgeous smile. You long to relax into him, to hear the thump of his heart, steady and strong. He’s a lighthouse in the pitch-black night, a guiding light. It’s enough to lessen pressure building in the back of your skull, and you slowly blink, both of their concerned faces coming into view.

The three of you linger silence, holding each other, decompressing from your confession, your fear that feels too much sometimes. It all fades, night turning long, and eventually you yawn, blinking away the sleepy stars in your eyes.

“There’s our bunny.” Simon kisses your cheek. “My good girl.” My good girl. Turning it over in your mind makes you squirm, allowing it ricochet back and forth with his accent, and you wish you could latch onto it, memorize it, hear it every day. Johnny gives you a bemused smile.

“Ye liked that?” He raises an eyebrow at Simon, and then presses his lips to your ear, whispering. “Ye want to be a good girl for daddy, little bunny?” Daddy. You choke. You anticipate disgust, revulsion, but none of it comes.

Only… intrigue. Warmth.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” Simon interrupts gently. “Thank you, sweetheart. For trusting us. I know it’s hard.” You turn into Johnny, and Simon rolls to flick out the light, pulling up tight behind you, sliding an arm under the pillows. You burrow deeper into the blankets, snuggling between them to find the warmest spots, and sigh.

“You both… make it easier. You make it easy.”

The world from yesterday is forgotten the next day when Penny wakes up with a fever.

The house is thrown into confined, regulated chaos, but chaos all the same. She wails almost the entirety of the morning, miserable, and you ache for both her, and her dads, who are unmoored and anxious. You don’t even balk when Simon asks you to hold her, explaining he has to call her pediatrician.

“Hey, you’re okay.” You coo, rubbing her back. She’s warm to the touch, but not scorching, and it gives you some comfort, even with what little you know about peds. You rock her, pacing, as Johnny watches uneasily from the couch, typing unending questions into a web search about babies and fevers. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I know you don’t feel good.”

“It’s 38.1… that’s fine, right? As long as it’s under 39?”

“I think so.” You try to reassure him. “I’m not a little human nurse though, so I can’t be sure. But it hasn’t been that long, Johnny. We don’t need to worry until at least twenty-four hours.” He nods, lips quirking into a small smile. “What?”

“Ye said we.”

“Well… yeah…” you trail off, and he shakes his head.

“Jus’ like the sound of it, is all. Like how ye look, holdin’ our baby.” You give him a look, half exasperated, half doe eyed, as always, because you can’t help but feel a little lovestruck or dazed whenever you glance his way, always taken by him, no matter the moment.

Simon steps back inside from the patio, swooping to rub his nose in Johnny’s hair and squeeze his shoulder affectionately. “The pediatrician says if she gets worse, or doesn’t improve by tomorrow, to bring her in.”

“Good.” You bounce her, propping her up on your shoulder. “That’s good.” She gurgles, croaking through her miserable fever. “Poor baby girl, I’m sorry.” You pat her again, trying to help settle her-

She coughs, and something warm runs down your back.

“Shite.” Johnny curses, Simon immediately trying to pull her from your arms, but you shake your head.

“There’s no sense in her throwing up on you too.” You explain.

“I’ll go grab a towel, and some clothes. Do you want to change your shirt?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You keep your hand steady on her back. You’ll both need a thorough wipe down now, maybe even a shower.

“Sorry, bun.” Johnny frowns, but you reassure him, still rocking Penny in your arms. 

“It’s fine, really. I’ve been through way worse with bodily fluids, trust me.” The bottom stair creaks, in the way that it only does for Simon, his mass too much for one of the wooden slats.

When you look up, you realize he’s not moving, only standing shock still, clothes and towel and a baby blanket in one hand,

and the contents of the little black bag in the other.

You left it on the dresser. You left it out in the open, unzipped, on the dresser. 

Your blood freezes. Johnny frowns, looking between his partner and you, trying to desperately draw a conclusion that doesn’t come.

Simon holds the little navy-blue book up, the one with your picture in it, but with a name they won’t recognize. A person they wouldn’t know.

A person you don’t even know, yet. A new life. A new identity.

“What’s that?” Johnny’s quizzical, intrigued.

“Bunny.” Simon breathes, and you shake your head. It’s all you can do, just shake your head back and forth until your brain is rattling around in your skull.

You can’t stop it.

They’ll never love you. They won’t accept you. They won’t understand. 

“It’s- it’s j-just in case,” you stammer, panicked and tongue tied. “you… you don’t understand, I have to have it… just in case.”

“What is it?” Johnny demands, and Simon flips the front of the booklet around-

revealing the cover of a brand-new American passport.

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[katsukiizmoon]

Katsuki loves you so much it actually pisses him off. Cuteness aggression or whatever— he hates you.

Your lips curl into a familiar grin and you stand on your toes for a moment to kiss his cheek. Then you’re turning your back and leaving him to watch you stand at the stove and stir a pot.

His tshirt looks too good on you, your humming makes his bones ache, and Katsuki hates it. His teeth grit and he breathes through his nose. Long and slow, willing himself to calm down. It hurts between his ribs, seeing you suck your bottom lip using your teeth and grab a spice.

Everything you do sets him on fire then puts him out. It’s like being endlessly edged, drove to the point of insanity and then tugged away. It scares him shitless.

When nimble fingers trace over the indents in his skin at night, lulling his insecurities into a slumber, he squeezes his eyes shut. Your voice burns in his throat and makes him choke up. It tucks his insecurities into their forever resting place. You say “I love you forever” and he melts like the slow drip of a candle.

Katsuki’s fingers twitch and he taps his foot rapidly to stay calm. And all his plans go to shit when you pepper soft kisses across his abdomen and whisper little things. He blinks blearily.

His cherry, narrow eyes now bigger than ever and filling with tears. They water until he sucks in a breath and huffs. The ache in his bones rattles, begging him to keep his demeanor.

“Stupid shithead.” Katsuki bites, his thumb rubbing circles into your back.

“Love you too baby.” You quip back promptly, pecking his jaw and yawning. And he will lull you into sleep as you did his insecurities.

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[peachesandmilktea]

✨ This is a matchup commission for @xxboochuxx ✨

I match you with... Izuku!!

Izuku isn't a very obvious yandere, but that's not because he's any less dangerous than others. No, quite the contrary - he's clever enough to hide the darker layers of his personality beneath gentle smiles and sweet little words, and that's why no one would suspect anything is wrong with him, especially not you. Perhaps you should have noticed - there were some weird little events, after all. The way you were sure you put your bento box into your bag each morning, only to arrive at Deku's hero agency, where you worked, and find it missing - thankfully, your boss was nothing if not caring, and always would he supply you with a homemade lunch that made your cheeks warm up with pleasure at the taste. The way, somehow, every night when you were about to go home, some trouble awoke in the neighborhood with villains and yakuza alike - but there was nothing to worry about, for pro hero Deku would always walk you back home to make sure you got there safely. He was there, always, merely a step behind you, watching for your every need and fulfilling it before you could even ask. You'd thought him gentle and caring, but was he, really? Or was every little event in your day just a ploy, carefully crafted by his hands so that you'd fall into his embrace?

That's exactly why it's easy for him to make his way into your life, because Izuku is so normal about it. He's a perfect, doting boyfriend, he's everything you could dream of. And of course, whenever you question how he knows so much about you, even things you are certain you never told him, he brushes your concerns away with a soft little smile and a loving kiss that leaves you melting. If you close your eyes on the strange aspects of the situation, he'll make sure you're the happiest person in the world - he'll take you to any of your favorite places whenever he can, make you your favorite foods, and dedicate as much time as he can afford to take you on the best dates one could hope for. He cherishes the time spent with you, so much that, unbeknownst to you, he'll make sure you have more and more to give him. It was easy to get your previous company to close, and to hire you into his agency when you ended up jobless. It was even easier to have an accidental fire destroy your entire apartment and offer you to move in with him, indefinitely. Izuku is nothing if not dedicated but, as long as you ignore the signs and all the red flags, he promises you, he'll make you the happiest you can be.

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If there's any place Izuku is more honest, when he lets the darker, more dominant sides of his personality peek through the sweet smiles and gentle looks, it's in the bedroom. And oh, will he make you work for it - he knows you better than anyone by now, has studied you and all your little fantasies before you even fell into his arms, going through your internet history and reading every single message you sent to your friends, telling about an ex boyfriend or another. He'll never give you what you want immediately, simply because he likes to know that you want more, need more from him - come on, what is it that you wanted? he asks, keeping you from toppling over the edge of a long-awaited climax. tell daddy just what you need, and perhaps, if you're a good enough little slut, i'll give it to you, he'll murmur as you beg for more, and more, and more, just like he wanted you to. It's a bit more of an honest one, but it's a ploy all the same - Izuku manipulates you any way he wants to, clever enough to know all of your weaknesses and exploit them until you're there, writhing under his touch, forgetting everything but his name.

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Back:drop (Part III)

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Quick Summary:  In which Penniton learns some new lessons, the hard way.

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“Those aren’t monkeys,” Penni said in a low voice, backing away from the monsters as more crowded near her.

“Emblem heartless, just the kind we’re looking for,” Demyx said “You can tell by the heart emblem on their chests.”

Penni stayed silent.

Visualize, visualize, visualize…

“Now would be a good time to use that keyblade of yours Penni,”

Visualize, visualize, visualize,

“Penni?”

Something like this should’ve been easy for her. She had the ability to take out these bugs, so why couldn’t she just whip out her key and get it over with?

Why was she shaking?

She didn’t even have the chance to process it, one of the heartless suddenly took a lunge at her, much too fast for her to react.

Much too fast for her to scream.

No claws ever reached her though, as she was harshly pulled away from the line of impact, then just a second later she heard the loud ‘twang!’ of a guitar ring out, and a powerful blast of water shot right at the heartless, knocking it to the ground.

“Don’t blank out on me like that, Penni!”

Penniton blinked a few times, taking in heavy breaths after subconsciously holding them. She was surprised to see the large, if not oversized, instrument Demyx was gripping, the intricate design of it catching her interest for a split second.

“Demyx…did you do that?” Penni breathed out, clutching her heart, feeling a slight ache in her chest. It was probably the anxiety of the situation.

“Well, yeah, but-” The blonde strummed a few more strings of his guitar, a veil of water surrounding the two of them, it kept the heartless away from them momentarily, giving the girl time to think. “-what happened just now? You froze up completely.”

Penni frowned, as much as she’s been nagging Demyx, when it came to actually acting she wasn’t being much of a team player. The least she could do was give him an explanation for her nonsensical behavior. “I…can’t do this, I can’t summon my keyblade- I’m scared just looking at those things!”

Honestly, Penni expected Demyx to freak out, or get upset, some sort of negative reaction. But instead of any of those, he calmly said, “I get that all the time, stop thinking about how scared you are and push that feeling back, focus on another feeling.”

“Push it back?” Penni thought about it for a moment, she thought about what else she was feeling about the heartless besides being afraid of them. She thought about what they had done to her world and home, and how angry she felt because of it. A familiar burning sensation filled Penni, the more she dwelled on, the more she felt the desire to hit those heartless as hard as she could. And soon, she felt the heaviness of the keyblade in her hand. The girl couldn’t help but exclaim gleefully, “Hey, it worked!”

“Alright, now give those heartless a run for their money!” Demyx shouted, the water veil dropping. Penni immediately rushed out at the heartless, slamming her keyblade as hard as she could into their bodies. Almost tripping from the amount of force she put into her attacks.

She quickly regained her balance, continuing to smack around the creatures until none were left.

She whacked the final heartless with her blade causing its existence to end, its body manifesting a pink, glistening heart that floated up into the sky before disappearing as well.

“A heart…” She gently muttered, her chest greatly heaving. The grip on her keyblade loosened as she looked around to see there were no more dark creatures surrounding her, she could calm down now.

As the girl caught her breath, she looked at the sky for a moment. There were a lot of heartless just now, and from what Penni knew. All of those creatures were living people once; who somehow lost their hearts. But how does one lose a heart versus simply dying of natural causes and passing on? If there’s a difference, and you lose your heart and turn into a heartless, can your life never be redeemed after that? Penniton’s face twisted in confusion for a moment, shaking her head at the thought. There was no need to rack her brain over those questions.

Besides, the implications of them frightened her.

“I knew you could do it, Penni!” Demyx said, “Y’know, you're pretty good with that keyblade, you kinda reminded me of some sort of baseball player.”

Penni let out a giggle, holding her keyblade like a big metal bat. “Batter up!” She stated, giving the blonde a grin. That’s when she noticed something left behind on the ground, yellow orbs all scattered about. Upon closer inspection, she was able to recognize what the distinguishable object was.

“Munny?” Penni questioned, picking up a few of the orbs in the palm of her hand.

“Yeah! All the heartless drop some.”

“Hm, that’s gonna come in handy.” She picked up the rest of the coins, slipping the small pile into her coat pockets. “By the way, you didn’t do too bad yourself, water-boy! I mean, I had no idea you could do all that…stuff!”

Penni struggled to find the right words.

“Aw shucks Penni, it’s just a little water magic. I mean, I could explain it some more if you-” Demyx didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence as a black object swooped from under him, causing him to lose his balance completely like he’d been knocked off his feet. Penni attempted to grab hold of him by the arms so he wouldn’t topple over, but unfortunately, she lacked the upper body strength- weak nerd arms. They both came crashing down next to each other.

And hard.

“Owhh…”

“At least you’re not the one who landed face-first in the dirt,” Penni said straight-faced, lifting herself off the ground. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for whatever caused the falling out. “Was it another heartless?”

It wasn’t until she spotted the silhouette of someone with a pointy hat.

Wait…was that Peter’s shadow?

It looked amused, its body moving as if it was laughing, then it blew a raspberry at the duo.

Ah, so that’s how it was gonna be.

Penni sprang to her feet without a moment’s waste and sprinted towards the shadow as it started running off. “C’mon Demyx, we gotta catch that shadow!” She yelped as the blonde scrambled to get up on his feet and follow behind her.

“Penni- wait up, this isn’t even part of the mission!” Demyx was right, this wasn’t at all part of the mission…but she didn’t want to leave Peter hanging.

“I know, this won’t take long, I promise!”

Penni wasn’t even paying attention to where she was going, her eyes were on the quick twisting and swerving nature of the shadow, her feet running wherever it went.

At one point in the chase, Penni and Demyx became split up in their path, more heartless cutting off the path from behind Penni.

“It’s okay, you go up ahead, I got this!” The blonde said, whipping out his guitar. Penni nodded as she ran on, mildly guilty for leaving Demyx alone, but at the same time glad he trusted her.

Twisting through greenery and trees, jumping over logs, and ducking under low-hanging branches

The only thing keeping her going was the adrenaline, this was the most she’s run since she was on her junior high track and field team.

In the high of the chase, Penni saw out of the corner of her eye a bright light, it soon flew beside her, and Penni’s movements slowed a bit.

“Tink! I-” Penni was abruptly silenced as Tink’s mouth moved quickly as if she was explaining something, though the only thing the girl heard was the jingling of tiny bells. “Ah…Tink, in the nicest way possible, I have no idea what you're saying.”

Tinkerbell stopped and gave her an exasperated look, putting her head and her hands, shaking them like she was disappointed.

“Well, it’s not exactly like I grew up learning how to speak fairy…” Penni mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck.

The fairy then made a few hand movements, one of them being that she raised her hands over her head, moving them up like she was making the shape of a hat. She then pointed ahead, moving her hands forward and furrowing her eyebrows.

“Oh! Peter’s shadow,” It suddenly clicked for Penni. “I was just chasing after him, he couldn’t have gotten far though. I saw him going right this way.”

Tinkerbell seemed satisfied with this answer, nodding happily and gesturing to Penni to ‘come on!’ zipping off without a warning.

Penni was quick to follow the fairy, but she was quite fast on her wings and was way ahead of her.

“Wait up Tink!” Penni called out, careful not to trip over any rocks and foliage. Tinkerbell sped to a clear opening, looking around for where the shadow could’ve gone. But as she was searching, she failed to notice the several dark spots on the ground beginning to pool under her. Before Penni could even speak another word a heartless jumped up in the air toward Tink, swiping at her, causing her to fall to the ground in an attempt to avoid getting sliced up.

“Hey, not nice!” The girl’s keyblade had made contact with the heartless in a flash, knocking them away like bowling pins as she quickly scooped up the small fairy in her hand. “Why don’t you pick on people your own size?”

Penniton sized herself up for a second.

“Or, like- my size will do.” Tinkerbell jingled rapidly as she floated over to Penni’s shoulder, “Alright, I get it!”

Penni made quick work of the small fry heartless, thankfully, they weren’t the monkey kind, so it was easy to handle them. It was the next batch of heartless that appeared around the girl.

“More of them?” These heartless were different, they were small and cone-shaped. They floated around like birds and had red-yellowish spiked hats on top of them. In fact, they had a whole fiery motif going on with them. “Does that mean…”

Without warning, balls of flame were thrown at Penni, in which she barely managed to dodge, quickly dropping to the dirt floor. “Ouch…not fun…hey!”

She quickly patted off the bit of fire that caught on her coat. There was no way she was gonna go out by being fried like an egg, so she quickly got herself up, and swung her blade at monsters. But they were swiftly able to dodge, backing away when the weapon came close to them. All the while, the heartless were throwing all kinds of attacks at Penni.

She was swatting at oversized flies, and getting immensely frustrated in the process. The girl especially wanted to scream when fire landed directly on her hand, and it burned badly. Penni hissed in pain as Tink jangled some more, attempting to tell her something.

“Tink, you know I can’t understand you.” Penni groaned, taking cover over an old, fallen tree to catch her breath. She flew in front of the girl and made some jagged movements that looked like she was holding a weapon.

“My keyblade? What about it?”

The fairy then severed around a bit, a glowing trail of dust following behind her. Penni squinted, her eyes adjusting to the pattern of words that were spelled out.

“Bliz…” Penni trailed off, “Tink it’s like 70 degrees right now what are you talking about.”

She gave her an irritated look and pointed at the heartless with her hands pointed like she was holding a weapon, and mouthed the word again.

“You want me to say that?” Penni wasn’t exactly sure what that would do or how it would help, but she got herself up. Stepping out from her hiding spot, she pointed her keyblade right at the red-coated creatures, and yelled, “Blizzard!”

Pieces of ice shot out of the keyblade, shooting right through the heartless and destroying them, cold wind filled the surrounding area, the light breeze blowing onto Penni’s face.

This left the remaining heartless staggered, taking this chance Penni hurled her and her keyblade towards the creatures, knocking whatever life that was left out of them, hearts floated into the sky, enveloped in a murky darkness. All that remained was faintly glowing orbs of munny left on the ground.

The girl took several deep breaths, dropping her to knees, she felt her keyblade dissipate beside it as it hit the ground. A concerned fairy drifted over to her shoulder, a slight ringing sounded by her ear.

“Tink…did you see that?” Penni turned towards the fairy with the biggest smile on her face. “I just did magic! I had no idea my keyblade couldn’t even do that. I would’ve never known if it wasn’t thanks to you, Tinkerbell!”

Tink gave Penni a bashful look, waving her hand as if she was to say ‘Oh, it was nothing’.

Penni opened her mouth to say something else but then noticed a recognizable shadow cast nearby the girl and the fairy.

“Peter’s shadow…” Penni murmured, her voice filled with displease. “Because of you, Tinkerbell could’ve been badly hurt, or worse. Your antics caused a whole lot of trouble, was that what you wanted out of this?”

Peter’s shadow face twisted into a frown, and it looked like he was sulking. The fairy floated over to the shadow and said a few words in her jingling language. The shadow nodded, rubbing his hand on his chest as if he was saying ‘sorry’. Tinkerbell gave him a sympathetic smile, and then the shadow turned to Penni, grinning in his own unique way, giving her a small wave.

It seemed like the shadow had learned his lesson, and all was forgiven, quite easily it seemed. Tinkerbell and the shadow had to be close, Penni thought, for Tink to be so forgiving.

That must be such a strong friendship, an unbreakable bond.

Penni gave a small wave back, her mouth curved upwards.

While Penni’s hand was still in the air, Tinker flew back over and placed her hands on a lone finger, shaking it.

“Ah, I should be the one saying thank you, I would’ve been toast if it wasn’t for your help, literally.”

Sassy as ever, the fairy rolled her eyes, waving bye to Penni one last time before she and the shadow hurried off, probably to find Peter.

At that moment, Penni found the burning sensation of her hand coming back to her, well actually, it had never left, the girl had just ignored it after a while. But now she was left with only herself and her thoughts, she realized her hand hurt like she had dipped it in a pot of boiling stew. Maybe she could use that spell on her hand and-

“Penniton! You’re okay!” The blondie yelled out in joy, his arms wrapping around Penni a bit too tightly for her liking. “Aw jeez Penni, why’d you have to leave me like that, it was so scary and you were so serious!”

He continued his anxious (and mildly funny, though Penni would never say it) rambling until the girl choked out the words “I’m fine Demyx, but if you keep hugging me like this I might pass out from lack of air…”

Demyx let out a ‘my bad!’ and let go of Penni, who took in a deep breath of air.

“Everything went fine, I found Peter’s shadow and took care of a couple of heartless while I was at it, so I’d like to believe our mission is pretty much completed.”

“Music to my ears,” Demyx sighed with relief, putting up his fist “You definitely carried the whole operation, ouhhhh what would’ve I done without you?”

“It’s kinda like what you said Demyx, just push through it.” This time, Penni returned the fist bump with no worries of disingenuous feelings, but when she made contact with the gloved fist, she winced at the pain of her toasted hand. “Ouch…I forgot about that…”

“Your hand! One second I have just the thing for that,” Demyx said, quickly shuffling around his coat pocket for something. He soon handed Penni a small bottle with a curiously green liquid in it. “It’s an elixir, it’ll heal your hand right up!”

“Ohh, I get it,” Penni took the bottle, looking Demyx dead in the eye, “you're trying to poison me.”

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“What?”

“Listen man, I don’t know what I did to get on your bad side but-”

“Penni I’m not trying to poison you, I’m being serious!”

“I ain’t drinking that Demyx, I was taught not to take handouts, especially weird drinks, from strangers.”

“Strangers?” Demyx clutched the spot where his heart would’ve been, “Penniton, you're killing me here, we’ve been through so much together already!”

“Not enough for me to drink whatever that is, and you just pulled it out of your coat pocket, I doubt that’s sanitary,” Penni said bluntly, waving away the blonde.

“Look, I swear on my non-existent heart, this is perfectly safe. In fact.” He pulled out another bottle, “I’ll drink one with you, then if it’s really poison, which it’s not, we’ll go down together.”

Penni gave Demyx a hard stare before glancing at the elixir bottle, it was relatively normal looking, packed in a plastic bottle with labels and all. She huffed, pulling off the cap. “Alright…on three.”

“One…two…three!”

The partners both started chugging the small bottle, and to Penni’s surprise, the substance wasn’t terrible. In fact, as she finished the last few drops, she felt energized, and the pain in her hand was leaving her.

“See? I told you it would be fine, Penni! And I bet you feel way better now, right?” Demyx joked, playfully bumping her with his elbow. “And with our mission finished, we can take some leisure time!”

“Leisure time?” Penni questioned, “But, Saix said we had to return back to the castle as soon as we finished our mission.”

“Taking a few hours extra to RTC isn’t gonna hurt anybody, besides, Saix can wait. Besides, going on missions and then immediately going back to the castle doesn’t sound that enticing.”

RTC? That probably meant…return to castle, right?

“I mean…I guess we could take a break before heading back, but where would we go?”

Demyx gave Penni a sly grin, “I just so happen to know a spot.”

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“So, what do you think of the place?” The blonde asked.

Twilight Town was quite nice, the yellowish-orange sky complimented the overall rustic aesthetic of the town. Penni inhaled the scent of something sweet from a nearby bakery, maybe later she could buy something for herself. The sound of laughter filled her ears as children rode past on shiny bicycles.

It reminded her of the town the boarding school resided in, the quaintness of it all. It almost made her homesick, and to think a place like that was gone.

“Cozy.” Penni simply stated, giving Demyx a soft smile.

“And get this, the sun here never sets- it’s evening all day!”

“A never-ending sunset? How does anyone keep track of time?”

“Clocks, duh.” Demyx said, straight-faced. Penni stared at him to see if he was actually being serious, this was confirmed when she saw the tiniest crack of a grin on his face.

“Alright, whatever, funny guy.” She said, clicking her tongue.

“Aw, I was just kidding, Pen-pen!”

Penni winced at the nickname, shaking off the memories that flashed through her mind, ignoring them with a question, “So what do you do around here?”

“All kinds of things! There’s a corner store where you can get cup noodles for real cheap, a bookstore that sells manga- oh, and CDs!”

“You're a music kinda guy, aren’t you?” Penni smugly asked the blonde.

“How’d you guess?” The blonde laughed, “But yeah! I love music, there are so many different forms of it, and a whole bunch of instruments come together to make awesome pieces of work. It’s a whole art form, Penni!”

Penni nodded along, it was always nice to hear someone talk about what they love.

“And I’m guessing the guitar is your favorite instrument, right? You’ll have to show me what you can play outside of our missions sometimes, y’know, when we’re not fighting for our lives.”

Demyx looked surprised for a moment, then, a smile grew on his face. A big, beaming smile.

“Anytime Penni! In fact, I can even teach you how to play!” The girl didn’t have a chance to say anything else, she was already being dragged into the bookstore, “There’s this one song you should listen to, the band makes these really heartfelt rock songs, I’ll think you’ll like it!”

As Penni was dragged to the back of the store, she thought for a moment. Did she have a favorite music genre? Artist? When was the last time she sat down and turned on a song she really liked?

She didn’t even own an mp3 player.

“This one is pretty popular, but not too much that it’s overrated.” Demyx plopped a pair of headphones on Penni’s head, and she closed her eyes, letting her mind focus on the music.

Almost Immediately, the rift of an electric guitar was heard, and then a melody. The vocals along with the heavy bangs of drums meshed together just right, and altogether, it felt meaningful.

It felt passionate.

Penni’s head nodded along to the song, it resonated through her, and much to her surprise, she hardly registered that the song had reached its climax and, had ended.

Penni blinked a few times, pulling off the headphones, a small grin coming to her face. “That was really good!” She said in a bubbly voice, the melody still echoing in her mind. “Do you have any more I can listen to?”

“Well there's this one artist, her music is super great, it’s a mix of R&B and pop, and sometimes some guitar is thrown in there. Actually, did you want to borrow my mp3 player?”

“You don’t have to do that, Demyx-”

“Nah, it’s cool, I insist! I already own most of the songs on cd already, so I wouldn’t miss it…just don’t break it okay? It was kinda a heavy investment…”

Penniton let out a giggle, “Alright, you have my word.”

Demyx laughed along, his eyes softening just a tiny bit, “Y’know, you look better when you smile, you should do it more often.”

She froze for a moment, at a loss for words, muttering out “Can you blame me for not doing that? I mean, I don’t have a lot going that would give me a reason too.”

“Maybe, but finding little things to be happy about is better than being gloomy all the time.”

Penni hummed, maybe so. It would do her better to at least try to stay motivated. After all, who knew how many more missions she would have to go through until she could see her hometown again, her mom?

How long until she could see…a certain sunset haired girl.

“We have some more time to waste, why don’t you show me that corner store you were talking about? I’m literally starving.”

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Upon exiting the dark portal, when Penni stepped into the progressive familiarity of the castle, slightly surprised to see more black coat members hanging about.

“See Luxord? I told you she would be fine.” Snickered the voice of Xigbar, lightly nudging his arm into the man sitting next to him.

“Indeed she is, I have to say it was unexpected.” Admitted a man with blonde hair in a caesar cut matched with an interesting-looking beard, light blue eyes, and what Penni spotted to be several piercings on his ears.

The piercings were quite cool to her.

The man named ‘Luxord’ handed the gunner what seemed to be a few bits of munny, the gesture itself made her question what exactly they were doing before she showed up. The man made his way to Penni.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Penniton, perhaps I may have misjudged you. By the looks of it, you were able to handle your own just fine.”

Yeah, as long as you don’t count her hand, everything went ‘just fine’.

“Ah- thank you? But I don’t think we’ve ever met, how did you know-”

“Word of mouth travels fast around here, kiddo.” Xigbar said, leaning back into the white cushions of the couch.

Penni muttered a small ‘oh’. “So, I wanted to ask, there are thirteen people in the organization, right? I’ve only met a few people but where’s everyone else?

“Probably still out doing their missions, we got done on good time!” Demyx explained boastfully, seemingly proud.

“Truthfully speaking,” Luxord gave him a look of denial, “You were the last to get back. Your co-workers most likely are off on their own activities. You didn’t drag the poor girl on one of your ‘detours’, did you?”

“It was just a quick lunch break before heading back…”

“Uh huh…but I digress. Penniton, you’re bound to run into the others soon, after all, this whole castle is crawling with opportunities to make conversation with your peers.”

“Now let’s not forget, not everyone is worth the time to make conversation with,” Xigbar remarked.

The guitarist spoke up, “If by that you mean Larxene, I second that point.”

“What’s wrong with Larxene?” Penni raised an eyebrow, curious.

“She’s such a witch!”

“How about we let her decide other people’s character by her own experience, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, or simply trust word of mouth.”

“Funny coming from you, Luxord.” The eyepatch man snickered, flicking a small munnny coin into the hair before catching it.

The man gave a content sigh, “Alas, who am I to deny a light-hearted bet? After all, we're only human.”

“Well technically,” Demyx interjected “none of us are actually-”

“Enough of that, did you gain any new lessons on your first mission, Penniton?”

“Well, I did learn this really cool trick,” Penni raised her keyblade in the air, “You just hold it up like this and say-”

“That isn’t a toy, Penniton.”

Penni’s joyful expression dropped from her face, replaced with pale misery as she turned around to see a displeased Saix.

“Saix, this isn’t- I was just-” Penni stumbled over her words as she lowered the blade, attempting to formulate an excuse.

“There’s a time and place for its use, but running amok and throwing it around the castle isn’t one of them. The organization does not tolerate crude use of weaponry, Xemnas will be hearing about this incident.”

The girl de-summoned her blade, she gazed gratefully at the floor as she mumbled the word “Sorry…” to Saix in a meek, hushed voice.

“Lighten up Saix. All the kid wanted to do was flash the thing around some, there’s no need to tattle on boss man for this.” Xigbar stated plainly, resting his head against his fist. “And it’s not like you rag on Demyx whenever he insists on playing his sitar, or whatever. So what? You jealous or something?”

Saix narrowed his eyes at the gunman, simply letting out a scoff. He handed both Penni and Demyx a paper form of some kind. “After every mission, it’s required that you fill out a report. Turn this in back to me by tomorrow.”

Quickly surveying the paper, it was honestly elementary work. All she had to do was put down the place, the objective, and the results. Her eyes drifted to Demyx, and judging by his face, he was a little less than happy to receive the paper.

“I’ll be sure to get this done,” Penni said in a polite tone, hurrying off back to her room so she could escape from the uncomfortableness of being around the blue-haired member.

What Penni wasn’t expecting though was a certain eyepatch-wearing man to be trailing behind her.

“So, you finished up your first mission, not bad.”

“Is that really much of an accomplishment?” Penniton said, not looking back to the gunner, “You guys do that type of stuff every day.”

“Learn to take a compliment, Firecracker, all I’m saying is that you didn’t do bad for someone who just got their keyblade just yesterday.” He let out a laugh, “Luxord was betting that you would’ve kicked the bucket on your first day.”

That explains the shifting of munny Penni caught earlier.

“Wait, do the other organization members not think I’m, for lack of a better term, that strong?”

“That depends, do you consider yourself strong, kid? Because you sure don’t hold yourself up that way.”

Penni whipped her head around to say something to the man, but was bewildered to see no one standing there.

“If you walk around looking like a sad kicked dog all the time that’s what people will see you as.” Xigbar’s voice had shifted upwards, and Penni followed that direction, she said a demented ‘huh?’ to see the gunner crouching upside down, on the ceiling.

“That’s…not how physics works.” Penni stated, “And I don’t carry myself around like a ‘kicked dog’.”

“As if!” He laughed, “You got barked at by Saix once and looked like you were about to curl up in a ball and-”

“I get it! Goodness, where is your filter?”

Xigbar let out another chuckle, “Don’t have one!”

Penni huffed, resuming her beeline to wherever her room was, making a mental note at one point she would have to start taking walks around the castle to start getting to know the layout of it.

Yet, she continued to hear the tapping of boots above her as she walked.

“By the way, earlier,” The patch-wearing man said as his boots hit the floor, landing right in front of the girl, causing her to flinch. “You were holding your keyblade entirely wrong.”

“How would you know if I’m holding it wrong? You’ve probably never held one of these in your life.” She retorted. He scoffed rather loudly and said the words ‘as if’ in a low mumble Penni couldn’t hear.

“I’m just saying kid, if you don’t get used to your keyblade soon, you might just find yourself in some pretty deep trouble.” Xigbar finally stepped out of Penni’s way, letting her pass.

“Sure, thanks for the advice.”

No, not really.

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When Penni at last found her room, she was relieved at the thought of being able to flop down on her bed and process the day.

She opened her door, adjusted herself to the sight of her room, and screamed.

White, skinny, and most certainly slithery creatures turned her heads to her when she opened the door. In a flash, they glided past Penni through the door, like liquid (or like a slinky), both equally as weird, their bodies stretching and retracting, as if they had no bones. It gave the girl shivers.

She watched them slither down the hallway and turned around the corner, passing the redhead as he was walking past them. He looked nonchalant and unreasonably calm, hardly sparing the creatures a glance.

“Where’s the fire? It’s kinda rude to scream out of nowhere, Pen-pen.” Axel stated, taking a bite of some blue colored ice cream on a popsicle stick.

“What in the world were those? What were they doing in my room!” Penni was shaking, like she had just seen a ghost…what if those things were ghosts? Do ghosts usually look that gross? Why was she being haunted by ghosts?

Focussss, Penni! There’s probably a reasonable, understandable explanation for those things.

“Those guys?” Axel pointed behind them the directions the creatures just left in, “those are just the dusks.”

“The wha?”

“Ah, that’s right, you're still a newbie.” Axel took another bite of his ice cream, beginning his explanation. “The dusks are just another type of nobody, and I know what you're thinking, ‘But Axel, I thought nobodies were the people in the organization!’. You would still be right about that, but the organization members are special nobodies, even though we lost our hearts, we’re so ‘strong-willed’ our bodies and minds remain. You still with me here, Pen-pen?”

“Uhh, yeah?”

“Good, usually when someone loses their heart, their body splits up into two entities, a nobody and a heartless. The things you just saw now were normal, low-level dusks.”

“But why are they here, in the castle?” Why were they in my room?

“They take care of it,” Axel said matter-of-factly, “Who else do you think cleans up around the castle, me?”

A door suddenly swung open.

“Will you two shut up already?” Came an irritated voice from a young lady with blonde, practically golden, hair and teal eyes. She had a unique hairstyle, short cut with two stripes poking on top of her head, like little antennas. By definition, a wildly pretty, blue-eyed, blonde…soooo pretty.

“Our bad, didn’t mean to disturb you!” Apologized Penni, giving her a sorry look.

“Whatever, I’m already up now.” Her gaze focused on Penni, looking her up, then down. “New girl, right?”

“Penniton! But you can call me–”

She flicked Penni’s forehead. “I know, save it. You can call me Larxene, got that?” Larxene didn’t give the girl a chance to answer. “Don’t annoy me more than you already have and we’ll get along fine, kay’ newbie?”

She said that with an ill-ridden smile.

Penni didn't bother to say anything else, she simply nodded.

“Yikes Larxene,” ‘Crunch’ “no neef o be oo mean.” Axel commented with a mouthful of ice cream.

“It would be appreciated if you didn’t talk with food in your mouth, Axel.” Larxene peered at the redhead with disgust, “Anyways, a word of advice, you can’t rely on that keyblade of yours for everything. You know any magic?”

“Only blizzard, is there more I can learn?”

“Tons!” Axel exclaimed, holding a popsicle stick between his teeth. “You really gotta stop thinking so small.”

“That’s not terrible though, at least you know one spell, which means you’re not completely helpless.” Not completely helpless? That must count for something. “But- a couple of measly snowflakes won’t get you very far. Eventually, you’ll be in a situation where the magic you have now will be useless, and when that happens, you’ll crash and burn.”

She ended her sentence with a high, perky voice.

“Are you trying to scare her?” The redhead asked, raising an eyebrow at Larxene.

“I’m being realistic,” Larxene put her hands on both sides of Penni’s shoulder, smiling at her. “We don't want our little newbie dying on us too early.”

Penni swallowed a lump in her throat she didn’t even realize had formed. “So…where can I learn more magic? Can you teach me?”

“Yeah, no. I’m not your kindergarten teacher, that’s more Vexen’s speed.”

“Who-”

“You can find him in his lab or whatever, I’m sure he’ll be real pleased to meet you.” Larxene turned around, getting ready to disappear back into her room. She said to Penni without turning her head, “It was a nice talk, newbie.”

Axel and Penni watched as she walked back into her room, closing the door which one would say was a tad bit too hard. The two were silent for a moment, the girl then said, “Well, that was helpful of her.”

“She usually isn’t…” Axel said under his breath.

Penni let out a small yawn, signifying her growing tiredness, and even more tiredness to try and keep up a conversation. “I’ll see you later Axel,” She waved goodbye to the redhead before opening her door, her hand flinching away from the handle after feeling a small, electric shock.

She looked over her room once again, clicking her tongue once she saw her notebook left on the floor. Those nobodies- dusk- must’ve been messing with it. Penni picked up the book along with the white pencil and flopped down on the bed. Penni frowned when she saw a bunch a scribbles on the first few pages, there goes some priceless drawing space. Turning to a blank page, she began doodling some sketches of models wearing outfits, ideas of outfits.

“So…Neverland…” Penni wondered aloud, sketching a leafy, long dress. Decorated by earthy accessories, the dress itself, if she could color it, might’ve been green. A small stray pencil line caused her to turn the pencil over to its eraser, fixing her mistake.

Her mind drifted off, processing the events of the day. Then, she thought about her mom.

“How am I going to explain everything to her?”

Penni stared at the notebook page for a moment, her eyes lightening up for a second when an idea came to her. She turned to the next blank page, this time writing some letters in a neat font.

Dear Julia Bridges,

“...There’s no need to be so formal about it, it’s my mom.”

Dear Julia Bridges, Mom,

I’m not entirely sure how to explain this, but as of two days ago, your world our world disappeared along with you and everyone in it. Except for me and Veneta, but it’s okay, I’m gonna bring it back. You see, I ended up in a different world, (did you know there are hundreds upon thousands of other worlds out there? I can’t believe it either!) the only thing I had was this weird weapon called a keyblade, it looks exactly how it sounds. I don’t know exactly why I was given one or what I did to deserve being able to summon it, but it’s pretty useful for self defense against the growing darkness: Heartless. They’re nasty creatures that, as far as I’m aware, come in all different shapes and sizes, though I’ve only seen about three different kinds. The heartless are the reason our home disappeared in the first place.

Anyways, I met this guy named Xigbar (you would love him) who brought me to this castle to join this organization. It’s called Organization 13, but replaces the english numeral with the roman numeral (I can only count up to four in roman numerals). I’ll try to keep it short and simple, but Organization 13 is made up of people who don’t have hearts, they’re like zombies but without the undead part. They can’t feel emotions apparently, but I beg to differ. While I do have a heart, The leader (now my boss), Xemnas, said I can bring our world back by helping the organization complete ‘Kingdom Hearts’ (I’ll explain this later as I’m not exactly sure what it is myself, for now it’s just a big heart-shaped moon in the sky).

So yeah, I guess you could say I’m employed now. My comrades coworkers are nice enough, well, a majority of them all. I haven’t even met everyone there is in the organization yet. Besides Xigbar, there’s Axel, he has this wild red hair and a funny sense of humor (funnier than Xigbar), then there’s Demyx who despite my initial impression of him, is nice to have around. He’s kinda goofy too. Next is Saix, who I don’t think likes me very much. Which is fine! Not all coworkers have to like each other, just respect each other. As long as I don’t step on his toes too much I’m sure we’ll have a tolerable relationship.

The last two people I met today were Luxord and Larxene (notice how everyone has a ‘x’ in their name). I think Luxord likes to play cards, and Larxene is…nice. I’m not exactly sure what time it is right now, but all I know is that I’m super tired, that ‘C’ in gym class is finally catching up to me I guess, haha.

Guess I’ll finish this letter now, I’m ready to doze off. See you soon.

Love,

Penniton

Hopefully she really could see her soon.

.

.

.

The next day Penni managed to get up on a good time, albeit a bit sore.

Scratch that, very sore.

She was making her way down the white halls, massaging her arms when she was stopped by a friendly face.

“Penni, Saix wanted to see you personally in the other room, that way.” Axel told her, pointing down the hallway.

The girl blinked a few times, confused “Huh, why? Did I do something bad?”

“Nothing I can remember, maybe he just wants to talk to you.”

“I’m skeptical, but okay.” Penni walked further down the hallway, stopping in front of the two, big double doors. Her heart began to speed up and she swallowed a lump in her throat. She felt anxious.

“Deep breathes in…deep breathes out.” Just like her mom had taught her. Penni pushed the two doors open, stepping into a rather spacious room, with the familiar blue haired member waiting for her. “You wanted to see me?”

“Penniton,” Saix began to say, “Xemnas tasked me with the job of conducting an assessment on you today.”

The girl sighed out of relief. “What type of assessment, pen and paper?” She joked, though as she expected, the man was not amused in the slightest.

“This will be a test of the combat abilities you have thus far,” Saix explained plainly, summoning his claymore-like weapon by his side. What? Combat, against him? It looked so heavy that Penniton couldn’t even dream of being able to lift something like that off the ground, and in comparison to her keyblade…a fight with these conditions seemed a tad bit unfair.

“Hold on, I’ve barely even used my keyblade, nevertheless know how to properly wield it, I think it would be unfair to assess me right now when I’ve just started,” Penniton protested, there was no way she could win a fight like this.

“Unfair?” Saix’s cold voice almost came to a scoff.

“I-”

“There will be many times where you’ll have to take part in ‘unfair’ fights, do you really think your enemy would take into account whether a battle is impartial or not?” He moved into a readied position, “Take this as a lesson, Penniton, a lack of impartiality between you and your opponent is an advantage, depending on who the more prepared one is.”

Saix suddenly lunged at Penni, his claymore just missing her by the hairs of her head as she threw herself out of the way, her keyblade quickly materializing in her hand.

Right, so they were doing this.

To give him credit, the man was much faster with such a large weapon than the girl expected. In a second he was after her again, swing after swing leaving no time for Penni to even decide which direction to dodge next.

A choice was made for her, which ended up being the claymore knocking into her side, sending her flying, pummeling onto the hard floor. Fortunately, it was only the blunt edge of the weapon, but for someone like Penni, the double impact made her vision blur and her ears ring with noise.

The girl groaned and staggered on the ground for a short time. She struggled to pick herself up again, then she heard Saix speak once more.

“If this was a real fight, you would’ve died already. Get up.”

Despite her muscles aching and her mind muddled, she huffed, grabbing her fallen keyblade and getting back up on her feet to finish the fight.

Think faster, act faster, be faster.

Every duck, dodge, and side-step left Penni just a small ounce of time to try and find some sort of way to land an attack.

Yet every time she would find herself readying to strike, almost immediately she would be swept away to the floor, met by Saix’s chiding.

“You need to get up Penni,”

It felt harder to do so every time.

That’s when she had an idea.

As soon as he was in range enough, yelled out the words, “Blizzard!”

Cold, icy wind swept Saix’s view, creating a moment’s opening for her, and Penni took her chance.

She dashed towards the man, but before the metal of her blade could touch black material, Saix swooped under and side-swept her legs, knocking Penni clean off her balance.

She had been really getting to know the ground in the past couple of days, huh?

“Not only was that attack cheap, but you had sloppy execution as well. Being aware of your enemies’ actions at all times is a necessity, carelessness like that will-”

“Get me killed, I know.” Penni breathed out, rising up and wiping away the blood that formed on her nose.

“...So you're catching on.”

She continued to be knocked down again, and again, and again, each time feeling heavier than the last.

At one point when Saix charged at her again, Penni held her ground, using her keyblade to block the claymore, the mere strength caused the girl to be forced back by the mere strength of the sword.

Her keyblade was knocked far away from her, and she suddenly felt a kick to her stomach. Penni hissed in pain, tumbling down onto the floor for a final time. She made no effort to try and regain her stance.

“Are you giving up?”

She said nothing, her hands clutching her stomach and her body curled up. The girl flinched hard when she heard the loud ‘Twang!’ of the claymore that landed mere inches away from her head.

“That’s enough, I’ve seen all that I need to.” The weapon was de-summoned, and Saix's face looked more unimpressed than ever. “Your ability to wield the keyblade is subpar, you’ve disappointed me today, Penniton.”

Penni sat up on the floor, breathing heavily and struggling to form sentences in between recuperating, “I wasn’t-”

“If you couldn’t land a single hit on me, how do you expect to survive in a real situation, dodge attacks until someone comes and saves you? You’re showing signs of cowardice.”

“I didn’t have time to think-”

“You’ll rarely have time to think, and excuses won’t change anything. You need to utilize your keyblade more, not throw around the same measly spell-”

“How can I be any good at my job if I barely know how to use my keyblade?” Penni argued, her face beginning to fume in frustration and her voice rising. Her fists clenched as she kept going, “I’ve hardly been a part of the organization for a full three days, and I’m the only one in it with a keyblade. So figuring it out, mind you, by myself- isn’t gonna click automatically!”

Saix didn’t say anything yet his face was cold as always, his eyes piercing through Penni. “I doubt you got to swinging around that oversized sword of yours right off the bat, I need time to learn- not just a couple of days!” She took a deep breath, her eyebrows lowering. “What do you want me to do Saix, because I just don’t know.”

“What happens to you is inconsequential to me, and every member couldn't be more unconcerned about your welfare than they already are,” Saix finally spat out, irritation sprawled out on his face. “You should be fortunate you get to wear that coat of yours in the first place, nevertheless have the title of being a member.” Penniton's eyes widened as Saix’s words seeped into her like venom. “If you really want to be treated with the same respect as everyone else, I suggest you learn to fend for yourself and manage your problems on your own.” The blue-haired man didn’t even spare Penniton a second glance, leaving her alone in the room.

By herself, alone, again.

By herself, with no one around to comfort her.

Water prickled at the edges of her eyes, tears threatening to fall. Penni tried her best to wipe them away, now wasn’t the time to cry.

“Fend for myself…” Penni muttered, summoning her keyblade, watching how the light reflected and bounced off of it. She chuckled slightly, pitying herself and her own predicament. “I guess…you're on your own Penni.”

Her eyes felt heavy and the burning sensation of her body didn’t help with her immense fatigue. It felt like she just had the butt-kicking of a lifetime so…one quick nap…wouldn’t hurt.

Penniton promptly passed out on the floor.

#kingdom hearts #fanfic #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh fanfiction #ao3 #non canon compliant #OC #oc fiction #writers on tumblr #writing #Back:drop #peaches writes

[leclerced]

dirty little secret | mv1

summary: based on this request, max is dating his rival/best friend charles's younger sister and loses the no nut november bet he made

warnings: 18+ minors dni unprotected sex. wrap your willy before you get silly!

author's note: i actually kind of hate sibling pairings usually, but i woke up three hours ago and accidentally created a mini universe around this idea and i am in love with it? i wrote 4k+ and this is 1.8k of it, let me know if you'd like to see more of peach and max. requests are open!

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This was a dangerous game they were playing. Peach had flown out for the last few races of the season to support her brother and her secret boyfriend. She hated that they made this bet a week before, that she hadn’t taken him completely seriously when they were facetiming and he said he wasn’t going to fuck her the entire month of November when she joined them for the last month of the season. He said he didn’t want to get caught, and they’d already gone so long, one more month wouldn’t hurt. Plus, it was No Nut November and he’d already agreed to do it with Lando and Charles. She scowled at the mention of her brother and changed the subject, forgetting about it until she snuck into his hotel room that night and he told her he was serious. They made out and dry humped for an hour while she reasoned with him then begged him to fuck her.

Max could have fucked her when she flew in on Halloween, but he didn’t want to be slow and gentle. He wanted to grip her hips, choke her, spank her, leave bruises all over her body. And he couldn’t do that when they would be seeing his brother first thing in the morning for breakfast. He was going to wait until they were back in Monaco and he could hole her up in his penthouse and have his way with her without anyone to see the marks he left on her. It helped that Lando had drunkenly proposed they do no nut November since they were all single, and there was no way he was going to tell Lando the reason he couldn’t was because he had a secret girlfriend. Lando and Charles were gossips, and wouldn't stop interrogating him until he gave in and admitted who he'd been screwing.

The first few days were fine, she tried convincing him to touch her, to fuck her, but he'd just kiss her while rocking his hips against hers until he felt like he was going to burst if he didn't stop, then he'd roll off of her, or push her off him and fall right asleep. She'd toss and turn with the uncomfortable heat between her legs until she fell asleep. They made it all the way until Vegas before she got him inside of her. They'd gone out celebrating another record breaking win of his, and he'd gotten lost in the feeling of her lips on his as she drunkenly stripped them both down back in their hotel room. She was on top of him and he'd forgotten about the bet until she slipped him inside of her for the first time in months and sighed into his mouth. He'd frozen, a moan trapped in his throat as he tried to ground himself when she began rocking her hips against him. She wanted to cry when he rolled them over, relieved that he was going to take over and fuck her like she'd been craving. But he just kissed her slowly and stayed completely still. She tried rolling her hips into his but he gripped her hips with a bruising forced and pushed her hips into the bed, "Stop. Don't fucking move or I'll pull out."

She whined, tears welling up in her eyes, "Maxie," she slurred his name painfully, "Maxie, please, please, I need it."

He pressed his face into her neck and shook his head, "We have eleven fucking days left. You can wait." She whimpered and he felt her fluttering around him as he kissed her neck. "Just go to sleep, peach." She sighed and sniffled, and he pulled back to see tears rolling down her temples from the corners of her eyes. He kissed them away and cupped her cheeks in his hands, "You can be good for me, can't you schatz?" She nodded wordlessly as his lips brushed her cheek and he murmered, "You're always so good for me, pet." It took her an hour to fall asleep around him as he pressed kisses into her skin the entire time trying to relax her, but it was pure torture that she couldn't bare asking him to stop.

They slept like that for the next week, him finding a way to slip inside of her and lock her in his arms so she couldn't slip away in the middle of the night. They'd wake up sore and uncomfortable from not moving all night, even in their sleep they couldn't stop touching each other. He thought they would make it until a week later he woke up to her rocking back against him and he could feel his orgasm bubbling in his stomach. He tightened his grip on her to still her and bearily hissed, "Stop moving." She squirmed in his arms and didn't respond other than a sigh as his tighter grip pulled her impossibly closer. Max blinked his eyes open and felt how relaxed she was against him, her body was limp in his arms as he pulled his face away from where he'd buried his face in her back. She was still asleep as she fucked himself on his cock. He groaned as he untangled his arms and rolled away from her, pushing her onto her stomach as he rolled onto his back.

He was counting his breaths, had just hit ten when she shifted next to him. Her arm pulled out from underneath her stomach and she blindly reached out to him. her hand hit his stomach, right next to his aching cock and she froze as he fingers touched the puddle of precum on his stomach. "Don't touch me." he hissed as she turned her head to him. She licked her lips as she sleepily fluttered her eyelashes at him and took in the sight in front of her. Her fingers dragged through the mess and she teasedingly murmered why not? as she pulled her hand to her mouth, lips parting so she could suck her wet fingers into her mouth. He swiftly inhaled through his nose as he watched her hollow her cheeks around her fingers. "I'm going to cum if you do."

She sighed at the taste on her tongue and sucked her finger tips clean before she removed them and mumbled "Miss the way you taste." His cock twitched and he rubbed his face as he groaned, he was so close to cumming, the words almost did him in. He felt her fingers run across his stomach again, collecting more of his cum to taste, he assumed. He opened his eyes again just in time to see her hand slip from her lips a second time then retreat beneath her body and her eyes flutter shut as she gasped, "Fuck, Maxie, I miss the way you feel. 'M so wet for you." He watched as her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted in a sigh, and he realized she'd started touching herself. He felt his resolve crumble at the realization, at the sound of her sighing his name as she arched her back.

Max couldn't stop himself as he pushed himself up and crawled on top of her, trapping her legs on either side of his as he straddled her. He bit his lip at the sight of her glistening cunt, her fingers already soaked as she ran them through her lips and circled her clit for him, putting on a show now that he was behind her and watching. He didn't say anything as he lined up with her entrance and slowly pushed back inside. She expected him to stop when he bottomed out, but he began fucking her at that agonizingly slow pace as she swirled her fingers around her clit. She wasn't going to last, she had been dreaming about fucking him and woke up feeling her clit throbbing between her legs. She felt so good like this, still half asleep and drunk on pleasure, her entire body was sending waves of pleasure to her brain and she wanted to spend the rest of her life like this.

It only got better when he leaned down and pressed his chest to her back as he kissed her shoulder. Max could hear her breathing quickening as his lips kissed her skin and his hands roamed her body, squeezing her hips and ass before slipping under her body to grasp at her bare breasts. He was trying so hard not to cum the moment he slipped back inside her, he just needed to push her over the edge so he could feel her gushing around him and he would fall apart with her. He quickened his pace a bit, needing to feel her cum around him as soon as possible, and pulled her hips up to meet his. The newfound urgency in his thrusts and his cock hitting that spongy spot inside her made her mind spin as she suddenly cried, "There, right there, 'm gonna-" her words were cut off by a moan as she shuddered beneath him and he felt her release around him. It was a domino effect, as soon as his cock felt her clenching around him he froze in place, teeth sinking into her shoulder as he finally came.

She writhed beneath him, rocking her hips back into him as much as she could with his weight on her. She loved the feeling of him releasing inside her, it made her orgasm hit her even harder than she thought as she sloppily rubbed at her clit. She couldn't make up her mind, her fingers stilling because she was too sensitive, then circling the over sensitive bud because she needed to feel herself clench around him again to make his cock twitch inside her as it dripped more cum.

Neither of them said anything for a long while, he kissed the bite mark he'd left on her shoulder then rested his cheek on her back while they caught their breath. "Couldn't last four more days, huh?" She finally teased and he laughed.

"Woke up to you fucking yourself on me, can't blame me. Almost came when I woke up, barely stopped myself."

She whined and he felrt her clench around him at his words, "You should have just fucked me awake. Rude of you not to wake me up by filling me."

He groaned and pressed his face into her warm, soft skin. "You're going to get me killed." She giggled as the bet he'd made with her brother and their friend resurfanced in her mind.

"Guess this means you lose. Can I tell Charlie?" She was teasing him again, he knew it, but it made him nervous.

Max stiffened on top of her, "No. No. You are not telling your brother. We are not going public by saying you made me lose this fucking bet."

She giggled gleefully and reached back to curl her fingers into his hair, "Better shut me up then, if you wanna keep me your dirty little secret."

#max verstappen smut #f1 smut #mv1 #f1 #f1 imagine #mv1 smut #my writing #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fic #peach au

[fuyupeach]

intros w/ smoke ! slightly flirty (but definitely not hiding their attraction)! mc

a/n: this one is much shorter than raiden's bc i genuinely could not think of much for him WOOPS.... anyways enjoy! this will likely be the last intros post i make for a while

gender neutral!reader as always

You: The ‘King of Smoke’? You’re so cute.

Smoke: You heard that!?

You: Now, is your magic actually smoke, or did you choose that because fog wasn’t cool enough?

Smoke: ..Pretty much.

Smoke: Are you sure you can beat me? I’m on a roll.

You: I just wish your handsome face would stop fleeing from my sight.

You: I do so enjoy fighting by your side. Stay close, will you?

Smoke: I will do my best.

You: What Bi-Han says does not determine your worth, Tomas.

Smoke: That means more than you know. Thank you.

You: Tomas, you’re on fire! One could say you’re.. smoking.

Smoke: Ah, stop it! Did Johnny teach you that?

You: You look like you give great hugs.

Smoke: Did..Did you want to test that?

#mortal kombat x reader #mk1 x reader #smoke x reader #mortal kombat 1 #smoke x reader mk1 #smoke mk1 #peach writes

[j-onedrabbles]

Soft thought ask for you 😊

How would the skz members react to finding s/o reader asleep on the couch, curled up with their skzoo?

Love your blog sweetie! Keep up the amazing work!

thank you peach!! 🩵

Chan ♡ thinks it's actually really adorable. Can't help but smile to himself before moving you and WolfChan to the bed so you don't regret falling asleep on the couch when you wake up

Lee know ♡ Definitely takes a picture before squatting down and kissing your forehead. He’ll carry you to bed then replace Leebit with him. Why cuddle a stuffed toy when you can cuddle the real thing?

Changbin ♡ damn near almost wakes you up because he almost squealed from how cute you looked holding onto Dweakki. Stopped himself because he knew you were probably exhausted to fall asleep on the couch. He’ll maneuver you carefully so he’a laying under you and wraps his arms around you

Hyunjin ♡ another one who tale a photo— then sets it as his lockscreen. You just look so cute all snuggled up with Jiniret that be can't help but grab you guys a blanket and snuggle up with you

Han ♡ smiles and kisses your cheek. He loves seeing you snuggled up with Han Quokka but his place is in your arms so he’ll carefully move to lay on top of you with the plush laying between you guys

Felix ♡ Get’s all blush and shit. Thinks your the absolute cutest when your sound asleep but with Bbokari?! He’s died and gone to heaven. Though he feels bad for your back so he’ll wake you up just to get you in bed and lulla you back to sleep with the plush squished between you two

Seungmin ♡ thinks it’s cute but PuppyM is in his way. He’ll lean over you with a hand on your hip and kiss your cheek till you wake up then pull you off to bed to get some proper sleep. PuppyM get’s moved to the side as you cuddle the real thing, much to his content

I.N. ♡ Almost dies from cuteness overload. His adorable lil s/o snuggled up on their couch with Foxi.Ny? Even better! He’ll get behind you on the couch and wrap his arms around you and falls asleep with you.

#: ̗̀➛ karmic asks #☀︎asks| peach #: ̗̀➛karmic writes #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #bang chan x reader #bang chan x reader fluff #lee know x reader #lee know x reader fluff #changbin x reader #changbin x reader fluff #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader fluff #han jisung x reader #han jisung x reader fluff #lee felix x reader #lee felix x reader fluff #seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader fluff #yang jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x reader fluff

[peachpitlover]

i really can’t stop thinking about colby and like a softer reader:( like she’s got a really soft and sweet personality and maybe sometimes has trouble saying no.

when you’re out with friends he always keeps an eye on you to make sure you’re ok cause it’s kinda loud and he’s worried about you feeling overwhelmed

at parties he’s always fetching you drinks and his hand is on your lower back:( and he likes to be close to you

you know he’d much rather be watching a movie with you in bed than at a party

you go on walks and hikes together, and he plans matching outfits for the two of you

since he can’t cook, you sometimes meal prep for him during the week and he loves to sit with you in the kitchen while do cook

he doesn’t like to have a specific day of the week for a date night cause he loves surprising you and being spontaneous

he lovesssss kissing you in front of friends to make you all shy and flustered cause he loves his shy girl

he’s so protective:(

he opens every door for you and holds your hand getting in and out of the car:( i cant

if someone is kinda pushing your buttons or making you uncomfortable he’ll always stand up for you, but sometimes he likes to try get you to stand up for yourself

and he always kisses all over your face and says he’s so proud when you stand up for yourself or say no to someone

again he loves to kiss you in public to make you flustered like our to dinner with friends he’ll kiss your neck so casually and you’re just so 🧍‍♀️😧

sometimes he likes to act oblivious to get you to ask him to make you feel good

all like “colby, please” and he’s all like “please what? what do you need baby?”

and he’s so sweet kissing in your face and making sure you’re not hurting when he’s pushing in:(

he says the dirtiest things cause he knows it makes you needy and you love it

he totally teases you about being such a sweet girl but loving to be dirty for him

omg and aftercare is his absolute fav cause you’re all mushy and warm and he loves to have a bath with you afterwards

#colby brock headcannon #hc #headcannon #colby brock hc #colby brock #snc #sam and colby #colby brock blurb #colby brock concept #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock writing #peach’s writing

[pastel-peach-writes]

Hello!! I love your Korra X readers so I’m just gonna ask if you could do a Korra x Fem!reader (or GN up to you!) with the cliche plot of Reader being injured and not telling anyone until later? Hope you are doing well!!

YURR lets go. I initially wrote this as a fem!reader, but I didn't even use the reader's pronouns in this so, gender neutral reader it is!

Kiss It Better | Korra x Beifong!Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: With your girlfriend saving the world all the time, you take it as your job to not worry her with your own problems. If you needed help with something, you'd figure it out or get someone else's help. What happens when your "selflessness" nearly costs you an arm?

╰┈➤ WARNING: Injured!Reader, Suggestive Mentions, Cursing, Not Proofread, Beifong!Reader

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

It was a simple fracture. You were training with Bolin and a cluster of Earth hit you too hard in the arm. Bolin apologized and even offered to take you to the infirmary, but you rejected him.

One, you were a Beifong; you don't get hurt. Two, if you go to the infirmary, chances are you'll get a cast or some sort of sling. That'll worry your girlfriend, the Avatar, and with all the duties she had to attend to, your fractured arm was the least of her worries.

"Oh, fuck," you hissed, leaning back into your plush sofa. Typically, the plush cushions and fuzzy fabric would comfort you. The cushions would allow your muscles to relax and for your body to find comfort in the warm snuggles of your girlfriend's blanket. But now, the cushions only make your body hurt worse.

There was no support in the cushions. The plushiness was too plushy and the warm comfort typically found within the blanket was annoying.

"I'm home!" Korra announced. The woman kicked off her boots, put up her short hair, and plopped beside you on the couch.

You groaned, holding your bicep.

Korra tilted her head, raising a brow. "Hey, you okay? Was I too loud or something?"

Time slowed as you forced a laugh out of your chest. If you laughed too hard, your arm would ache. If you didn't laugh enough, Korra would assume something was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. At least, to her knowledge.

"Oh, sorry!" you smiled at her, "I was actually practicing this new joke Mako taught me. I was supposed to make this sound, but I guess I haven't mastered it yet."

"Oh... haha," Korra forced out of her. "No more taking joke suggestions from Mako. He doesn't have a funny bone in his body." The Avatar nestled her head on your chest. She hummed, snuggling into the warmth of your body.

"Right," you chewed on your lip. "I don't know what I was thinking."

-

"One, hit! Two, hit! Three--!"

"Okay!" you howled. You and Bolin have been training for three hours straight now. Something must've inspired Bolin because he's been sending over disks, boulders, and other forms of Earth toward you like there was no tomorrow. While he was losing pounds by sweating alone, your arm was screaming at you.

"Please stop moving me!" "I'm hurt!" "Why do you hate us?!"

You wished you could listen to your body. You really did. But you read somewhere that certain fractures can heal on their own with the proper rest and care.

You thought you could take it easy in training today, but obviously, Bolin had other plans.

"Oh," Bolin smiled, peeling himself away from his boxed stance. "Did I go too far? Sorry. Opal said something last night about guys working out and how she loved watching me train sometimes, so I wanted to work extra hard this practice so I wouldn't feel bad for showing off."

Your chest heaved up and down as the boy spoke. The fire in your arm was excruciating and it was spreading to your shoulders.

You trudged along the training center, going to a lousy bench where your water bottle and workout towel lay. "No, no," you told Bolin, "it's okay. I just need a break. That's all."

Lowering yourself onto the bench, your muscles and all the meat on your body felt like falling off the bone like you were a tenderly cooked piece of chicken. Your thighs ached and shook, like after an endless night with Korra. You took your towel and slung it over your good arm. You carefully opened your water bottle to take a sip.

Bolin followed after, mindlessly yapping about Opal and how pretty she was. Once he sat himself next to you and drank from his water, his eyes bulged out of his head, and water sprayed from his mouth.,

You whipped your head toward him, perplexed. "Oh, my Spirits! What was that?"

"What happened to your arm?" the boy exclaimed. He pointed at the swollen and bruised skin. Your rotator cuff was a deep purple with blue specs. He couldn't see it, but the bruising gave a pulsing sensation.

You scoffed and went for another sip of water. "Nothing. Just bumped into a pole."

"What kind of pole hit you like that?" he exclaimed again, now out of his seat. His green eyes were now filled with fear; his body trembled with worry.

You tried to shrug, but since your hurt arm was alarmingly tough and sore, only your good arm moved. "I don't know," you mumbled. "It was a while ago, I think. I can't really remember."

"Well, you have to at least let a nurse or someone qualified check you out! This looks bad, Beifong. No pole could've done this."

"Bolin," you rose to your feet. "I'm fine. Don't make me say it again." You didn't let Bolin get another word in as you gathered your things. "And Bolin, don't mention this to anyone."

-

Bolin can't keep a secret and honestly, it's your fault for telling him to keep one. You're his friend and Bolin doesn't believe in keeping his friends in danger. You need medical attention, even if you are too stubborn to admit it.

Immediately after practice, he ran to Mako who ran to Asami who told Korra.

When she first heard the news, Korra had mixed emotions. She was vexed because she didn't notice your pain and you didn't tell her, yet worried about the extremity of your injury. Could your arm fall off? What if the injury was actually worse underneath?

The Krew discussed your injury and how to intervene in your careless ways of living. There was a plan where they tricked you into going to the hospital, another where they took you out to dinner and would finesse you into spilling your guts, and then there's the plan they actually went through; the plan that made the most sense.

Korra was to go home with a smile on her face, cuddle and kiss on you for a while, and then ease into the conversation of training and injuries.

Mako thought the subtle conversation topic would force you to talk about your injury without actually forcing you.

Well, it's been two fucking hours of medical talk and Korra wasn't getting anywhere.

The two of you were cuddling on your bed, legs entangled with each other and her arms around your waist. She had her head on your good arm and from the corner of her eye, she could see the black and blue bruising that was growing to your neck.

Your pajamas acted as a pathetic way to hide it.

Korra was done playing the nice game. She had Asami in her head telling her to play the nice game and to ease into it. (She also had Mako claiming that Korra was unable to play the "nice-and-ease-into-it" game, but what Mako doesn't know won't kill him).

"Bolin told me," Korra spoke, her eyes fixated on the wall in front of you two.

You hummed, keeping your eyes closed. The ache and burn on your arm weren't as bad anymore. You also read somewhere that heat would inflame the injury more so after a quick lukewarm shower, you iced. You iced and replaced the ice for hours until Korra came home.

You were missing that ice right about now.

"Told you what?"

"That you have a disgusting bruise on your shoulder." Okay, so Bolin didn't describe it as disgusting, but what you don't know won't kill you either.

You snickered. "I ran into a pole, okay? It's not the big of a deal."

"Then why are you lying to me?" Korra pulled herself off of your chest. With delicate fingers, the Avater peeled the soft fabric off your shoulders.

The subtle movement of the fabric made you wince and the natural instinct was to push Korra away, so, you did. You pushed on her stomach to move her away from you. "Korra, don't."

"Oh, what are you gonna do?" she scoffed. Korra sat on her knees, shoulders squared to you and arms crossed over her chest. "Threaten me? You saw how that worked out with Bolin, nice move by the way." Korra's words were stern and leaning towards the angry side of things. Her nose scrunched while her nostrils flared. She was also gripping her arms so hard, her grip made marks.

"I didn't threaten him," you claimed.

"So, what would you call it? Being a bad friend? Telling him to keep your health a secret knowing damn well it's on the line?"

"My health is not on the line!" You've sat up from the bed now. Your bad arm rested on a mound of pillows and your good arm held it for support. "It's a tiny injury, sprain if you wanna go that far."

"That's rich," Korra scoffed. She shook her head, getting off the bed. "You can barely talk to me without the corner of your mouthing ticking from the pain. I can barely put my hands on your shirt and you can barely sit on the couch without groaning in pain."

You suddenly found interest in the ceiling. You took note of the texture and the color. You would find any new fact you could about this ceiling if it meant you could avoid Korra's burning gaze and her rising anger.

This is why you didn't want to tell her in the first place. She's worried about everyone else and for once, you wanted to be someone she doesn't have to worry about. But now she's here, yelling at you because she cares. Because you didn't tell her.

"I didn't want you to worry about me too," you mumbled. Your gaze dropped to the comforter. "You have so much on your plate, I wanted to ease the load. You shouldn't be stressed about me, you're the Avatar. You have more people to worry about."

Watching you struggle to look her in the eye, Korra sat herself on the bed. She put a soft hand on the mound of your knee, using her thumb to soothe the skin. "Hey," she spoke. "I am your girlfriend first and the Avatar second. I will always worry about you. You deserved to be worried about and cared for."

You swallowed thickly. The back of your throat scratched like you had a cold yet your mouth was eager to say something back. Your brain couldn't think of any words to say.

"Your struggles and problems aren't inferior to me. I want you to come to me with your troubles, not because I'm the Avatar, but because I'm your girlfriend. It's my job to care for you, to heal you when you're sick, and to pick you up when you're down. Master of the Elements or not, that's my job and it's yours too," she sighed. "So, please, for the first time, tell me what's wrong and what I can do to help you."

The moment your eyes locked with hers, a flood broke through you. You wept as you told her what was wrong with your arm and how long you've tried to sustain this injury, four days.

Korra could kick herself over and over again for not noticing how much pain you were in, but you were a good pretender. In some way, she had Bolin and Opal to thank. Without Bolin's sudden desire to train extra hard, you wouldn't be forced to stop pretending.

But instead of wallowing in self-pity and throwing a really weird party for the couple in her head, she comforted you. She pulled you to her chest and held you as tightly as she could without hurting you further.

The two of you stayed like that, you in her arms, for a while. You didn't take notice of the time spent in the position. You two focused on each other's breathing and warmth.

And finally, for the first time in a long time, you let Korra take care of you.

WC: 2,071

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #sapphic #avatar korra #the legend of korra #legend of korra #korra #korra fanfic #korra x y/n #korra x you #korra x reader #beifong!reader #lok x reader #lok fanfic #lok #legend of korra fanfiction #legend of korra fanfic

[starrysharks]

wawawawawawawa

#zeno's art #sketches #super mario #wapeach #princess peach #mario tennis #my headcanon is that she finds peach a crybaby/pushover and mocks her by saying 'wah-wah' #ok i love all in the family and all but NEVER LET THOSE WHITE BOYS WRITE A DISS TRACK AGAINNNNN💀 #like its ironically pretty good but the lyrics are so funny to me #this is about korn and freddy d's all in the family btw if you weren't aware #sometimes numetal is pretty cringe but that's ok because the beat is always peak

[peachesofteal]

Imagine being a 24/7 lifestyle sub with ghoap being the doms 🫣 with an eternity collar and everything

I’m foaming at the mouth like a rabid raccoon

🪦

18+ / pre- negotiated everything / ghoap x reader / consensual everything Good girl who waits at the door on her knees for her boys to get home.

Good girl who sits quiet and naked and doesn't move a muscle until it swings wide and they appear on the other side, mouths curling into predator's jaws, excited and gleaming with the glint of sadism that makes this entire thing work.

"Have you been good, darling?" Simon circles, inspecting. A firm hand between your shoulder blades presses you the cold, hardwood floor, thumbs spreading your folds wide from behind for inspection.

"Yes, sir." Your tongue tastes polish, the black sheen of a boot.

"Did ye miss us?" Johnny rubs the flat of his palm over the swell of your ass.

"Yes, sir." You breathe. Your body burns, pulses, in the dregs of desire, the ache between your legs long shifted from delicate to ravenous, sweetness to agony.

"Did ye touch?" He explores your body, stroking down your slit, swirling fingertips in the sticky mess that leaks from you. He clicks his tongue. "Ye didnae touch, did ye? Did ye leave this little pussy alone like promised?"

"Y-yes." you stammer, and then bite your tongue. You might have, once. Briefly.

When you fail to punctuate with the honorific, a hand cracks against your ass.

"Sir!" You grit, and Simon chuckles.

"Bet I could make you cum right now then." He thumbs your hole, lightly tapping against where you're desperate for him to push inside, and you bite down on your tongue to keep the pleads from spilling out. "Let's see how swollen you are." He moves you in a blink, your back now flat against the floor, and he positions your feet wide, allowing unfettered access for both of them.

"Poor thing." Johnny coos, spreading your folds with two fingers, knuckle brushing your clit. The contact jolts, sends electric shock up your spine, and your muscles tense, nearly shaking. Simon hooks a finger in your collar and tugs your face up to his for a kiss, long and sweet with emotion before pulling away. The softness in his eyes lingers, and then vanishes, and you know you won't see it again for hours.

"Give her a kiss, Johnny." He instructs, and Johnny knocks your thighs wider, mouth closing just over your clit, tongue flicking against the bud. "That feel good, love?"

"Yes, sir." You're well practiced at speaking under... duress, like this, but it's still a feat. Simon's lips curl into a smirk, and your eyes widen.

"Did you touch yourself, good girl? Did you rub this little clit while we were gone, make yourself come when you weren't supposed to?" He reaches between your legs, stroking a slow circle before closing this thumb and his forefinger in a pinch.

You shriek.

"Tell the truth, now." He's stern, but still, you shake your head.

"Poor darling, just couldn't wait, could you? Couldn't control yourself."

"N-no. No, sir. I didn't- I didn't..." Johnny's pulling something up his phone, video playback of some kind, but you can hardly focus over Simon still holding your clit firm, the pressure too much, but with no friction. Your sanity feels like it's starting to slip away.

"What's this then?" Johnny grabs your face, cheeks squished, and your stomach drops when he presses play, video feed of yourself in bed over a week ago, eyes closed in bliss, hand obviously moving between your legs under the covers. Oh, fuck.

"I didn't mean to." You whisper. You did... but that's not part of the scene. "I swear, sir."

"I think you need some help with this, love. Clearly, you can't be trusted." Simon hums, and then pulls you up to your knees, and then feet.

When he marches you to the bedroom, you know your fate is sealed.

The restraints are always soft. They tie you easily, arms, hands, knees and feet, hooks and o-rings drilled into the bed frame so they can easily string you up. Usually, you love being tied. Love the feeling of helplessness, of being powerless. You're always loved, cherished, taken care of. Unable to make any decisions or do anything on your own, just the way you like it.

Johnny kisses your pussy sloppily, tongue and teeth and lips all over, paying special attention to your clit, working you closer and closer to an orgasm, but pulling away at the last second. It goes on for too long, possibly hours, and you turn to pieces.

It's turned you into a teary, whiny mess. A desperate, pleading girl at the mercy of her boys.

You think you'll finally be given reprieve, finally given your reward when Johnny pulls away to undress, Simon too-

but all hopes are dashed when Simon produces the wand.

"Sir." you whine, trying to flex, but he shakes his head.

"Stay still." It starts on low, not nearly enough to bring you to the edge, and Johnny holds it to your clit, just barely making contact.

You want to scream.

"Please, sir." You won't be able to do hours of this. You'll fall apart, you know it.

Still, they both shake their head. Your hips twitch, head tossing, and Simon smoothes a hand over your belly, stroking the inside of your thighs before covering Johnny's, turning the intensity up, the head of the wand vibrating at the higher frequency, sending shivers and shocks through you. Yes.

"Does it feel good?" Johnny coos, eyes trained on your cunt. You nod, catapulting towards an orgasm.

"Yes, sir... please, can I- ah, fuck, can I cum?" You're going to explode, and you can't until they say. It's ingrained in you.

"Ye can." Johnny says, "give us a big one, good girl, that's it. Look at her, clenchin' up nice and tight." Your orgasm washes you clean, wrings you out, and your spine tenses and then relaxes, thighs desperately trying to close around the wand.

It doesn't stop. Your eyes widen, and Simon presses the button, increasing the intensity- again.

No.

"Stop." You croak, but they only shake their head.

"Cannae stop now, love. Ye've got so many to give us." Your eyes roll back into your skull, body already primed and racing towards another orgasm, muscles too tight.

"N-no, I can't- I- ah, ah- I'm goin' cum, stop, I can't-"

"Go on then." Simon instructs gruffly, giving you permission at the last second, and it rockets through you, explosions erupting through your veins. He doesn't pull it away, and you nearly shriek as it walks the line between pleasure and pain.

Another orgasm comes just as quick as the last, and you cry out, legs straining against the restraints.

Johnny licks your cheeks, kisses your lips, and then slips the velcro belt under your back after it's over.

"No! No, no, please, please-"

"Shhh. It'll feel good, promise." He laughs, bringing the velcro around your belly, strapping the handle of the wand in so the head rests directly over your clit, without anyone having to hold it. "Just what the doctor ordered, hmm? Got to give ye all ye can take, since ye need it so bad. Couldn't wait till we got home."

"I'm s-sorry, sir. I'm-" You choke on your words, and Johnny rubs your arms, positioning himself on all fours above you, nose in your neck.

Not fair.

Simon sees your outrage, and smiles.

"Only good girls get a cock in their hole." He says seriously, and Johnny's eyes flutter shut, lip tugged between his teeth. "Deep breath, good boy- here it comes." You see the moment Simon pushes into his body, the way Johnny's stomach muscles tighten and flutter, how his brows pinch together. He moans, and so does Simon, and your heart aches at being left out.

The wand doesn't allow you to wallow for long. It burns against your sensitive nub now, and when your face starts to heat, Johnny watches intently.

"She's goin' cum again." He groans, body bouncing with the force of Simon's thrusts. His fingers play in the wet slick between your legs. "Fuck, darling. Love when ye get the bed all messy like this." Simon shoves his cock deep and Johnny's mouth drops open, and then they both still, watching, waiting.

"Are you close?" Simon asks sweetly, false sincerity dripping like the tears on your cheeks. You nod pathetically, and they rear back to watch your pussy, more focused there, over your face. "Poor little thing, can't stop 'erself, even if she wanted. Maybe you do need a doctor, love." You're delirious, half listening, half moaning, half delving into madness. You can't tell where your orgasm begins in this moment, the wave of it overtaking you in a gasp.

"Maybe we should have the captain look at her." Johnny grunts, pushing himself back onto Simon, panting. "Have him and his missus give her an inspection."

"Ss-sir," you moan. "sir, please, s-stop. I can't cum anymore." They ignore you.

"We should invite them over." Simon shoves Johnny forward, and his lips curve against your skin, kissing your cheek over and over. You don't know who they're talking about, but sharing is such an alien concept to you right now, the only thing you're able to focus on is the painful bloom of pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck- Simon- Johnny, ah-"

"Again? So soon?" Simon chuckles, and then he cups your pussy, pressing the vibrating head closer, and you scream into your orgasm, black dots spreading across your vision until there's nothing left but a void of darkness.

The next thing you know, you're untied, unstrapped, with your cheek smushed against Simon's chest, Johnny rubbing your back with a washcloth. "There ye are."

"Hi."

"Hi, darling. Welcome back."

#darling in another life #ghoap x reader #peaches writes #Johnny is switch in everything I write sorry about it #🪦 anon #not edited #phone writing

[katsukiizmoon]

[Types of Kisses from Katsuki]

2:45 AM

You wake, covered in sweat and jaw in pain from undoubtedly clenching in your sleep. You’re shaky as you take in your surroundings.

With each blink you remember where you are and reality comes crashing down on you again. It’s okay, you’re okay.

A grumble from your right makes you glance over. Katsuki is blinking awake and scoots closer to you. A quiet rustle of the blankets and creak of the bed accompanying his weight.

“Y’good babe?” He mumbles, deep voice rumbling in his chest.

“Mmmhmm jus’ a nightmare, go back-ta sleep.” Your heart beat begins to slow by the second, body relaxing into the bed.

A strong, thick arm wraps around your middle and pulls you into his chest. Thick, warm, soft- you can hear his heartbeat if you press your ear to it.

“My baby, shhh.” He soothes.

A kiss is pressed to the top of your head. Once, twice, and again. A third final kiss before he tilts your face upwards a little. Your eyes flutter close and your shoulders sink, arms laying purchase around his body.

He wets his lips and kisses your forehead, slowly, leaving them there for a few moments. His own eyes are shut as he returns to sleeping, still in that position.

Rest encompasses you, wrapping you in a blanket of comfort.

#WKFHSIDJISHD #bakugou #katsukibakugou #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x you #mumbles #strawberry cake #peaches writes

[peachesandmilktea]

𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖆 [𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼𝐼]

Click here to see the full art!! I had to crop it and my heart BLEEDS. Shout out to @obsidianne-art / @beware-thecrow for being the best wro/co-writer/artist this earth has ever seen.

Part I. Part II. Current Part. Part IV.

Captain Shigaraki is a merciless pirate, a terror over the seven seas, a monster of a man who fears neither god nor man. You’ve sworn to take him down and bring him to his knees under the crown’s justice, and you would have, if only he hadn’t discovered your most well-kept secret.

TW: Lots and lots of horny thoughts, enemies to lovers, Shigaraki Tomura is bad at feelings, smut to come soon.

If some days were lazy, others were busy.

They were long, hours stretching for what felt like an eternity, minutes ticking with the speed of years. Tomura would spend them hunched over his desk, crimson gaze trailing the length of a stupid document or another, all to try and tear any information from them that would grant him victory against his enemies. If you’d been his greatest one, that didn’t mean you were the only opponent he had to face, and others would take your place as long as you remained on his ship.

And so, he calculated. Made plans. Thought every little thing through so that he could maintain the rule he held on the sea in the palms of his murderous hands. There was still the uncertainty of you, though, one he couldn’t theorize for he didn’t know the true extent of your loyalty to your fleet. Would you betray them, then? Would you disavow the fate you’d chosen for yourself, and take the one he offered instead? Or would you turn from him, stab him in the chest when he expected it the least and leave him for dead in your wake?

The perspective left a bitter taste on his tongue.

He wouldn’t let you betray him, but the thought that you might was enough to make a migraine birth beneath his temple. It was a dangerous game the two of you were playing, a cutthroat waltz just as sharp as a blade. A single misstep could mean doom for either one or the other, and Tomura wasn’t planning on being defeated so soon.

At least not before uncovering each and every last one of the secrets your eyes held, whenever they caught his gaze.

With a sigh, he pushed the last of the documents away from him, as far as possible on that worn-out desk of his — after so many hours spent studying each and every word those stupid papers held, he would have gouged his own eyeballs out rather than see another trace of ink on a crumpled sheet. A slight pain pulsed beneath his skull, remains of the migraine the mere thought of you had given him, and he resolved to take a break, albeit a small one.

Before duty called again and pushed him back towards those cursed documents, he stood and strode towards the door for his cabin, eager to take a deep breath from the night breeze surely blowing through the sails of his ship. The wind was cold that late at night, and the fresh air made him feel anew, just like the faint clamor of noises he could hear from the higher deck, right above his cabin.

“The coat, the hat,” Sako’s voice mused in the distance, barely loud enough for Tomura to hear. “Are you planning on stealing our dear Captain’s whole wardrobe?”

“Stealing would imply that I got them without permission,” you replied, matter-of-factly. “The coat was a rental, and the hat I earned, fair and square.”

Tomura didn’t mean to eavesdrop — had it been about anyone else, he would have climbed the stairs towards the higher deck, where the whole crew was gathered in the light of a few candles like every evening, and joined the conversation. But this time, it was you talking about him, and curiosity wrapped around his heart like a prickling blanket, sinking its claws into his thoughts as mercilessly as a wild animal. Instead of either going back to his cabin or making his presence known, he simply leaned against the doorframe without a noise, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened.

“You should ask for his blood next,” Toga chimed in, tone as cheerful as ever. “Make a little vial that you could wear on a necklace or something. That would be the cutest thing.”

The sea breeze carried the sound of your laugh like a song.

“It’s probably full of diseases,” Dabi said, always so sour in the way he spoke. “What the hell do you see in him, for you to be so smitten with that mug of his?”

The question made Tomura roll his eyes, an annoyed sigh spilling from his lips.

But he’d studied you long enough that he could picture your reaction clear as day, without even seeing it — you would frown, throwing a glare at Dabi, your gaze terrifying enough it could make a grown man weep and then, you would bite your lower lip in a soon-to-be-unsuccessful attempt at holding back the jab you were dying to throw at your opponent. It would be insulting, it would be cold, it would be devastating, because you were as violent with your words as you were with your blade, and Dabi was the main receptor of the rage you kept so silently tucked in the depths of your mind, concealed beneath a soft little smile and eyes full of gentle kindness.

But silence stretched, and for a second, Tomura wondered if Dabi had managed to shut you up — or if, perhaps, you shared the tattooed man’s opinion on his appearance, a thought that filled his chest with pure, overwhelming dread.

“It’s just…” you started after a few seconds of hesitation, some type of uncharacteristic shyness pulling at your words. “He’s…”

Tomura waited with a frown, desperately wishing you could get it over with faster.

“He looks like… moonlight.”

Moonlight.

What the hell did it mean? If he’d been confused by your words or behavior before, that was a whole new level. Was his skin too pale? Was his face too covered in weird little spots, damaged skin that was rough to the touch here and there? Did he look like a creature of the night, a monster that found shelter in the shadows only?

“That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard!” Toga sang.

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Dabi mocked.

The sigh that crossed your lips was so loud even Tomura could hear it.

“You don’t understand,” you said, almost indignantly. “It’s the kind of light that’s just so soft and gentle, you want to bask in it. There’s a kind of comforting loneliness to moonlight, as I think there is to him. Maybe to me, as well.”

You marked a pause, and Tomura noticed he’d been holding his breath.

“And he’s just as pretty as the moon. I could stare at him for hours.”

He raised a trembling hand to his face in the desperate hopes to conceal the searing blush that he felt creeping over his cheeks. It burned underneath his skin, making even more heat birth in the depths of his chest, a fire that he didn’t know how to extinguish. Slowly, he turned back towards his cabin, taking the few steps needed to get inside, and closed the door behind him, drowning the sound of your voice into the silence of his quarters.

He hadn’t been supposed to hear that.

He wished he hadn’t, because now, a thunderstorm was raging in his heart, threatening to rip out of his chest, pulsing beneath his ribs as it called your name. The feeling was as painful as it was exhilarating, and it stole each and every breath from Tomura’s lungs as it settled deep inside his entrails, never to be chased away.

“Moonlight,” he murmured for no one but himself, some kind of awe pulling at his voice as the word rolled on his tongue.

If he was moonlight, you shone brighter than the sun.

He longed to reach for you and bask in your light, to let your warmth fill his harsh, rotten little heart, to lean into your touch, ever so gentle. He would cradle your face in clumsy, rough hands as pale as the moon and you would smile, sunlight made flesh, until he felt like he could die for a chance to get a taste of your lips, of your skin, or more.

And maybe you’d let him.

Or maybe he’d get burned on the way.

Either way, that was a pain he was eager to feel.

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Each breath after that felt like diving into dark waters, devoid of any knowledge of the monsters it contained. Tomura wasn’t easily impressed — not by syrens, not by seastorms, not even by your blade as you had wielded it against him merely a few weeks before. He was a man made of sharp edges and clever wits, a proud leader who’d learned to swallow every hint of fear or worry before it could clog his lungs, his throat, his thoughts.

Yet, you made him feverish.

It was an unknown evil that spread through his entrails and made a home there, like a dire, overwhelming need. It was a stash of desires, some gentle and some sickeningly filthy, all catching fire in a burning inferno whenever your eyes lingered on his face. He now knew your thoughts about him, and he’d never felt less like moonlight than since you’d referred him as such in that conversation that was meant to be secret from his prying ears.

Act on it, Tomura, the voice of a ghost whispered in his mind. Just take. Anything you want is yours to have.

But he wouldn’t, because the mere thought of it was a liability as long as he didn’t know where your loyalties lay. You’d called him better, and he hoped he was — or at least, good enough to swallow his own desires and cravings until he knew you wouldn’t stab him in the back on your way to his bed. For his own sake, and the sake of his crew.

It wasn’t easy, though.

Thoughts plagued his mind like a disease, and he sometimes wished he were as reckless as he used to be, lifetimes ago. It would be so easy, if only he just gave in, if only he decided to put his trust in you at last, his fateful enemy turned faithful companion. He would only have to hold out a hand and reach out for you, and how nice would your skin feel under the touch of his callous fingers? He’d dreamed of the taste of your lips, the whimpers that would cross them as he took you, of a thousand ways he’d tear each and every cute little sound from the safe comfort of your mouth.

He took a deep breath in a vain attempt to shake those images from his sickened mind, instead doing his best to focus on the task at hand — the sharpening of his sword. The stone laid on his thighs as he sat in his cabin, the blade moving in quick, dangerous moves and leaving a trail of iron dust in its wake. It was mechanical, and not difficult enough to clean the filth from Tomura’s mind, no matter how much he silently pleaded his own heart to turn from the thought of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Hey, Captain, I was wondering—”

The sound of your voice echoed in Tomura’s cabin when you pushed the door to it, at the same time as the blade slashed through his palm. He cursed himself in silence, barely stifling an annoyed groan as he took in the cut — it was a big gash, deep and dark, enough to make blood drip in rivers down his forearm, staining his clothes, splattering on the wooden floor.

Maybe he’d been underestimating the extent of his little weakness, if the mere sound of your voice was enough to startle him so.

“Careful with that blade,” you said, but the words weren’t mocking. Instead, you eyed him with quiet concern. “If you hadn’t slashed me once or twice already, I’d even think you were clumsy with a weapon. Or is something on your mind, perhaps?”

If only you knew — he couldn’t tell you, wouldn’t tell you, though.

His mind was playing enough tricks to torment him without you barging into the scene as well. You wouldn’t be cruel with it, he knew, and that was what made the perspective so damn dreadful — you’d be gentle, you’d be kind, you’d whisper sweet nothings in his ears like you’d done unknowingly last time, and Tomura wouldn’t be strong enough to keep your thieving hands away from the filthy, darkened heart that lay in the safe comfort of his chest. If he knew how to fight opponents by thousands, he’d never faced such a threat, and who was to say he was cold enough to withstand the desire, the need he felt should it be requited?

He ignored the thought once again.

“Nothing,” he replied, the sourness in his tone barely concealed. “Nothing’s on my mind. What were you wondering?”

“If you’d let me patch you up,” you simply replied, striding your way towards him. No matter the words, you weren’t asking for permission, he knew, and despite his wishes that you would simply turn and leave him to his misery, you still sat on his desk right beside him, eyeing the cut with careful attention.

“Since when do you have nursing credentials?”

The jab was stupid, but an amused smile reached your lips.

“I had to learn to heal myself, for both shallow and deep wounds,” you explained. “Can’t exactly go to the navy’s infirmary with these.”

You gestured loosely to your chest, and Tomura instantly averted his gaze.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look—

No amount of self control was enough for the way you leaned towards him from the desk you were perched on, grasping his slashed hand between gentle fingers. His eyes wandered then, despite his cold resolutions, on the soft, silky skin he could make out beneath the fabric of the shirt Toga had lent you. It looked inviting, mesmerizing, fascinating, and he wondered if it would mark easily under his touch, bruise in the shape of his fingers, or redden with the brand of his teeth.

When you slightly turned to study the wound more closely, the piece of clothing slid just a few inches along your shoulder, letting Tomura peek at the cut he’d given you, right underneath the cream-colored fabric. It started near your collarbone and ran lower, lower, lower, in places he wasn’t yet allowed to see but could picture and imagine just as well — places he wished he could claim again, with his mouth instead of his blade this time.

“It’s not that deep,” you commented. “This should be enough.”

In a careless gesture, you pulled at the piece of fabric that held your hair together. It wasn’t luxurious enough to be called a ribbon, not old or crumpled enough to be called a rag either, just somewhere in between that. Most of all, it smelled like you, like iron and blood, like seawater and vanilla.

You wrapped it around his wound and Tomura watched, almost entranced, as your fingers brushed against his, gentle and warm and kind. He wondered what else those hands of yours could do, the mere thought of it making too-hot shivers run down his spine.

He let a relieved sigh cross his lips when you let him go, his hand now all patched up.

But, of course, you wouldn’t allow him any kind of respite.

“Want me to kiss it better?” you asked, eying the results of your work with slight amusement.

The perspective had him grit his teeth in a vain tentative way to keep a grasp on his self-control. It was only half-effective.

“What?”

You simply shrugged in response, but the look in your eyes didn’t seem to reflect the filth of the thoughts that were swarming his own mind — he saw nothing but gentle innocence in those irises of yours, the type of kindness you’d accustomed him to.

“My mother used to do it when I was younger, before she died. Always said a kiss would make anything better. I figured you hadn’t ever experienced that, given your upbringing.”

Tomura’s only memories of a gentle touch were fleeting, blurry, from a past that had unfolded long before he became the pirate Tomura Shigaraki. He hadn’t ever been kissed kindly after a cut, had never been caught in a loving embrace, nor felt a heart beat against his as he let himself melt into the warmth of someone’s tender arms. All because he didn’t even consider it as something plausible for someone like him.

But now, as you slowly grasped his hand in yours once again, he found that he wanted to. Desperately.

And so, he nodded.

“Alright. Do it quickly before I change my mind.”

Because it was dangerous, it was risky, it was a liability. But every single hint at worry that had clogged his mind before faded into a cloud of dirty smoke when you raised his hand to your lips and kissed him there, right in the crook of his wrist, a mere inch below the beginning of the cut, concealed beneath the piece of cloth that smelled like you.

Fire burned beneath his flesh at the touch, so soft and gentle it felt like the kind embrace of a warm summer breeze. It was short, fleeting, gone as soon as he’d felt it, and he almost wished he could beg you to keep going, or at least return the favor, and not only on your wrist but on every single inch of skin you would allow him to touch.

The stupidest idea flashed in Tomura’s mind, but he chased it away with a shake of his head — no, he wouldn’t try and bribe Dabi to get him to punch you in the lips just so that he could make you the same offer. Mostly because Dabi would rat him out at the first opportunity, despite being the only one of his crew members who would accept such a deal.

“There,” you said. “Wait and tell me if it worked, okay?”

You stood up and made your way to the door, your now untied hair gracefully framing your face. The sight made Tomura wish he could pull back one of the strands behind your ear, letting his fingers brush against your cheek as he did so.

“I doubt it will,” he simply replied.

As you laughed, mentioning something about dinner being ready and left him there, closing the door to his cabin behind you, he stretched his hand, searching for the pain that should pulse through the wound there. But instead of the prickling of the cut, the only thing he could feel on his skin was the memory of the soft touch of your lips and so, maybe you’d been right.

Maybe he hurt less than he did before.

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Quick Summary:  In which Penniton finds herself in a new situation, as well as a new resolve.

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Penniton felt something in her heart break as she watched everything around her disappear into the darkness. Was she going to disappear too?

Penni didn’t want to disappear, she couldn’t.

It felt unfair, it was unfair.

Penni felt a burning sensation in her chest as her initial shock subsided and a multitude of emotions hit her correspondent to a heavyweight. Sadness, confusion, desperation, it was as if she was feeling all of those at once. But one felt stronger than the rest, it gave her a sort of high feeling, it gave her the kind of willingness to hang on. She gripped onto the emotion like if she let it go she would disappear with it.

Moments later, Penni felt the rest of her senses coming back to her as her shoes touched solid ground.

Solid ground? Penni looked down to see a stained glass floor, all integrated into a pattern that revealed it to be one large, circular mosaic. She cocked her head, taking a few steps on the platform. She traced the image with her finger, trying to get a scope of the big picture. It looked close to a night sky, the first thing that caught Penni’s eye was the girl in front of the moon, poised to copy the crescent shape of it. She had caramel skin and magenta eyes accompanied by round, golden-colored glasses. Big, curly, brown hair and a familiar outfit, parallel to one of the designs from her sketchbook, the same one Veneta looked at that night. It was Penniton, right down to the light freckles that painted her body.

In the image, Penni’s eyes were closed shut, like she was sleeping. Yet, she looked far from peaceful. Akin to how Penni was feeling right now.

She traced the image further, and it became apparent that there was another part of the mosaic, a much smaller circle with the background of a sun with a great blue sky behind it. There was also a girl in that circle, too. She was reaching out to Penni- or letting go, Penni thought the latter. This girl had long, slightly messy, yellow hair that faded into an orange-red. Almost like a sunset. Her eyes were emerald green and she also had a uniform similar to Penni. Everything about her was unmistakably recognizable.

No wonder Penni’s glass counterpart looked so upset.

They both had oddly shaped blades held in their hands, Veneta’s being in the shape of a sun blocked out by the moon while Penni was close to the opposite, a crescent moon.

Penni’s eyes wandered off to the other side of the art piece. There, she saw her mom, along with Mason, Mandy, and Mr. Guss, and surprisingly even a portrait of the hooded man was scattered in the stars of her mosaic.

While looking at the faces of those close to her, her eyes wandered back to Veneta, that burning feeling in her chest again as her breath became heavy and her fist clenched. Tears began to well up in her eyes and she forcefully stomped on the glass, like that only would be enough force to break it. Maybe if she glared at the image enough it would shatter. The sheer imagery of Veneta was enough to make Penni want to scream. She dropped to her knees and slammed her fists onto the glass, when that didn’t do anything she just began to hit harder. She wanted to throw something at the image, anything. She wanted her to pay, wanted her to suffer. Penni raised both her hands up in the air, getting ready to hit the mosaic as hard as she could. When she brought her hands down, a loud, metallic ‘crash!’ echoed out as the object in Penni’s hands hit the ground and made contact with the glass, causing a crack to form in it.

Penni gasped in surprise and was quick to drop whatever materialized in her hands, scrambling to get up. On the floor was a large key-looking thing, similar to the one Veneta had. Penni looked at it hesitantly, reaching her hand out to pick it up by the handle. The key’s outer handle was in the shape of a crescent moon, and at the end was a keychain with a star attached to the bottom. It was light and sharp, fitting Penni’s hand perfectly like it was made for her.

Her gaze on the key object broke when her focus turned to the crack in the glass, it looked as if darkness was seeping out from it, breaking through the cracks. That couldn’t be good. The infamous black creatures from earlier rose from the ground, forming from it.

They wiggled around, writhing, and phased into the floor like a liquid, zipping all around. One of them popped right out of the hole and just, stared at her for a moment. Penni locked eyes with it and froze. She couldn’t move under the gaze of that creature.

Those terrifying little bugs took away everything. Her life, her friend, her, her mom. Her world.

And suddenly, the anger came back. Penni pushed back her tears and gripped the perfectly tethered handle, swinging it at those despicable things. If she was going to join everything she knew then she was going to go out fighting.

But another part of her, a stronger part of her, fought to see Veneta again. So that she could tear that traitor apart, and simply find out, why?

One swing and the thing disappeared, the others were now aware of her and her destructive blade, her anger, her darkness. Her saddened and muted light.

She kept swinging, the question repeating in her mind as she let out her tears. Why, why, why…

It repeated with each swing of the blade until there were no more, and when there were no more she continued to try and smash a hole into the glass below her. Wanting more creatures, wanting more revenge. Wanting more, something.

Penni screamed into the air, frustration taking over her entire being. Her chest hurt and she could feel the pain of her heart ripping apart, but her mind just kept coming back to Veneta.

That traitor.

If only Penni had known this was what she was like sooner, she wouldn’t have wasted so long of her life on that disloyal ex-friend. The worst part is, Penni would have never known about that if this hadn’t happened.

It’s all her fault. She ruined everything. Took away everything with those dark creatures. Everything could’ve been okay now. They’d be having an all-nighter, a slumber party after the festival right now, telling stories. Instead, here Penniton was, alone and miserable.

Revenge. Penniton wanted revenge.

The crack in the glass began to expand, shattering right under Penni’s feet. She shrieked as she fell for the second time that day. Her body was welcomed by the darkness as she fell into the abyss.

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‘Gasp!’ Penni sat up, inhaling sharply as her hand gripped her chest tightly, her whole body shaking. The girl hastily looked around, where was she?

Penni took a minute to catch her breath, picking herself up off the ground once she did. The girl lurked around her new surroundings, staying high with alert with each step she took, but there wasn’t much to look out for, everything in this new setting was bare. It appeared to be a whole city but there wasn’t a person in sight. Bright signs and lights lit up the whole place but no citizens, cars, or your normal metropolitan sounds to go with it. That’s what probably scared Penni the most about this place though, being somewhere so big but so desolate, it put her on edge.

She had so many questions, so many thoughts that circled her mind. What was she even supposed to do, where should she go? Penni inhaled deeply in an attempt to control her breathing, running her hands through her curly hair. She just had to stay calm and assess the situation.

Penni pondered momentarily before letting out an ‘oh!’ and stuck out her hand, a slight look of relief on her face as she felt the weapon materialize in her palm. At least if she got into trouble, she could protect herself with this. Penni continued walking aimlessly down the dark street, she’ll find someone or something that’ll help-

“Hey, kid-” Penni shrieked at the feeling of a hand being placed on her shoulder, in a blink of an eye she jumped back, and a ‘clang!’ echoed throughout the area as her key was caught mid-swing by a familiar, black mitt.

“Woah, woah- slow down there kid!” The hooded man said, keeping a cemented grip on Penni’s key.

“It’s…only you…thank goodness,” Penni breathed out, her initial panic subsiding as relief ran through her, glad to see somewhat of a familiar face. The man’s focus seemed to flicker over to the key briefly as he mumbled out the question,

“Since when did you have a keyblade?” seemingly confused. Is that what it’s called, a ‘keyblade’?

The man let go of the keyblade as it fumbled out of Penni’s hands, clattering onto the ground, dissolving as if it was never there in the first place. Her hands were really shaky, the whole situation still had her a bit stunned.

The man flipped off his hood, his full-face visible to Penni for the first time. His yellow eye was clear as day, just as abnormal as when Penni got a hint of it during their first encounter. His other eye was covered with a black patch and a semi-large scar that ran up from his chin. His hair was tied up in a long ponytail, white streaks and all.

Penni let out a subtle ‘Woah’ as the man peered down at Penni, like he was looking for something.

“What are you doing here?” The man asked, a muddled expression on his face. Penni shrugged her shoulders, grimacing a bit as her eyes traveled down to the floor.

Penniton fiddled with her hands for a moment as she recalled what had happened until now, how would she even start to explain?

“I don't really know…everything around me dissolved into this weird darkness.” Penni explained in a low voice, “I think I blacked out. It kinda felt like I was dead, but there was a powerful, burning feeling that I focused on.” Penni pressed her hand to her chest, reminiscing the outlandish sensation. “And before I knew it, I was here.”

“And that friend of yours?” The man asked, Penni’s eyebrow twitched slightly. She shook her head solemnly.

The man’s mouth curved downward into a half-frown while he ran a hand through his hair. For a short time, he was silent, like he was pondering the following words.

“I hate to say this kid, but your world is gone.” Penni searched for the usual sarcasm in his voice, but she found nothing. She let out a chuckle of disbelief.

“You're joking, right? A whole world can’t just disappear like that.” Penni stated factually, but the sentence was more reassuring to herself.

“You can tell yourself that all you want but I’m telling you, there’s nothing left.” The man said in a matter-of-factly tone. Penni’s breathing hitched as she put her hand over her mouth, a look of perturbation befalling her face. So it was true? Everything was gone?

“God,” Penni dropped her head in her hands.

Her school, every teacher or student she’s gotten to know was gone. She would never step foot in Mr. Guss’ shop again, never hear the question ‘How was your day Penniton?’. And the twins, Mandy and Mason. Penni didn’t even want to contemplate it.

She felt herself tear up at the thought of what happened to her mom, looks like she wouldn’t be riding the train home to her at all.

The man sighed, “Okay, kid, tell you what? If you and that sparkly new Keyblade of yours are willing, I might know a place you could go, for a little while.”

Penni lifted her head up, staring at him hesitantly for a short time, gently reminding him “But…I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Xigbar,” Xigbar answered. Was that his actual name? Huh. Weird name for a weird guy, at least that's what Penni guessed. “Now, are you going to tell me yours or am I going to have to keep calling you ‘kid’?”

“Penniton, but just say ‘Penni’ for short,” Penni explained, he gave out a snicker as if he was trying to hold in a large laugh. “What’s so funny?” She asked, squinting at the man.

“That’s your name?” Xigbar chortled, “Penniton?” The girl huffed, rolling her eyes rather sassily.

“It's not like the name ‘Xigbar’ is anything special.” Penni retorted, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Alright, alright, calm down firecracker,” Xigbar said, grinning. Wait, ‘firecracker’? Penni opened her mouth to protest against the new nickname but the man outstretched his hands to hers. “Are you coming or not?”

Penni circled around the idea for a bit, it’s not like she had much of a choice, what else was she supposed to do? Moreover, at this point, what else did she have to lose? Penni also had a feeling that the worst this guy could do to her was give her another bad nickname. She took the man’s gloved hand.,

“Where are we even going?” A weird noise went through Penni’s ears as a portal-looking thing spawned in front of the two. An expression of concern rose on Penni’s face as she looked at the portal. “Is that…safe?”

For me, it is. For you?” Xigbar paused- then gave a lazy shrug of the shoulders, “...Guess we’ll find out.”

Well, that’s not terrifying at all. But really, what did Penniton have left to lose?

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It was only a few seconds, maybe ten, max. But for those ten seconds, it felt like Penni’s breath was being taken away, slowly but surely. By the time the two were out the other side, Penni gasped, a light-headed feeling washing over her.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, you came out in one piece.” Xigbar commented, Penni was less than amused. She surveyed her surroundings, and the first thing she noticed was the lack of color, only a cool white filling her view. It definitely felt castle-y, just the absence of all life, like an unfinished picture.

“Xigbar,” Came a low voice from behind the two, Penni saw the slightly annoyed expression on the eyepatch man’s face before he turned towards the direction of the voice.

It was another coat-wearing male, he seemed younger than Xigbar, with long blue hair and soul-piercing yellow eyes. His expression was cold and distant. One thing that really stood out to Penni though was the ‘x’ shaped scar on the bridge of his nose, it was scary enough to match his already menacing aura.

“You already know that’s mandatory to report back to me after every mission-“ He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Penni’s presence next to Xigbar. He looked kinda disgusted, his eyes narrowing at Penni.

“Surprise,” Xigbar said with obvious sarcasm in his voice, waving his hands in the air slightly. Saix didn’t seem that impressed as his eyes shifted to him and then back to Penni. He went silent for a short time, it was hard to tell exactly what he was thinking since his face barely shifted, but it could’ve been guessed that he was contemplating what words were going to come out of his mouth.

“...Why?” He asked in a slightly questioning voice.

“Well, that isn’t exactly your business, is it?” Xigbar nonchalantly shrugged Saix off, slightly pushing Penni forward as a sign to start walking, and honestly, she couldn’t be happier to end the conversation. She had this gut feeling this ‘Saix’ guy wasn’t exactly pleased with her presence.

“Xigbar,” Saix stated, causing the eyepatch man to stop in his tracks. “I demand an explanation.”

“Calm down moon man, you’ll find out soon enough.” He said, continuing on his merry way, the heels of his boots tapping on the ground as Penni shuffled up behind him. When she felt far away enough down the hall, Penni shifted her head to the side, looking back behind her to catch another glimpse of the blue-haired character. The girl was very quick to whip her head back around when she saw piercing yellow eyes staring back at her.

Penni got the weird feeling that he wasn't that fond of her

The two walked along several more hallways, all of them being the same white color pallet, one after the other. During their walk, a thought came across Penni’s mind. Both Xigbar and Saix were wearing the same black coat and both had the same yellow eyes. Additionally, assuming there were other people besides them in the castle, did everyone have the same similar look to them?

Penni cocked her eyebrow, was this some sort of weird cult?

“Stay put kiddo,” Xigbar lightly said, almost mumbling as he slipped inside a different room through two large white double doors. Penni didn’t even realize the sudden stop they came to.

“M’kay…” The girl replied though he was already out of the room. Penni stood in the empty hallway rather awkwardly, twiddling her fingers while staring at the clean, marble-like floors. It was quiet, except for the muffled voices coming from the door.

Now, Penni wasn’t the type of person to eavesdrop on others' private conversations, but this was different. She slightly scooted closer to the door, leaning her head to the door in an attempt to hear the tiniest snippet of conversation. She didn’t really get much out of it, though Penni swore she heard the word ‘Keyblade’ get thrown around more than once.

“Well, you're a new face.” A new voice came from the side of Penni, the girl quickly whipped around to face the unfamiliar figure, putting her arms behind her back to appear innocent of any attempted eavesdropping.

“Don’t mind me! I’m just waiting for- oh.” Penni’s words trailed off at the slightly surprising sight of the owner of the voice. He had a rather extreme red hairstyle in the shape of downward-facing spikes. His eyes were teal and he had two purple tear-shaped tattoos (or what Penni assumed were tattoos) below them. And what did you know, the redhead was also wearing a black coat.

“Oh? What, is there something on my face?” The redhead joked, pretending to look offended.

“No- I didn’t mean to be rude!” Penni quickly explained in a worried voice. “I was just a bit startled, that’s all.” She mumbled, slightly scratching the back of her head and her eyes drifting away from embarrassment. Where were her manners?

“Don’t sweat it, Penniton.” He said in almost a slight chuckle.

Penni let out a ‘huh’ at the sound of her name being said by the stranger, she quickly began to ask “How do you know my…” The redhead silently pointed to the door, leaning his head towards it more so he could hear a little better, raising his gloved hand to his ear.

“So I was right about the name then.”

“Well, you can just call me Penni for short.”

“In that case, you can call me the Flurry of Dancing Flames- or Axel, for short.” Axel joked, a grin cracking on his face, and to be frank, Penni couldn’t hide the small giggle that came out of her mouth caused by the overly bizarre title. What did it even mean? Maybe it had something to do with his fiery red hair, probably.

“You must be what Saix is so pressed about,” he snorted, as if trying to hold back a laugh, “You’ve got him in quite the tizzy.”

Penni shrunk in on herself, but she suddenly felt his hand come down heavily on her shoulder, “it’s hilarious. Got that memorized?”

If she didn’t know any better, it would seem like this tall —redwood— tree of a man was trying to comfort her.

Because really, he had no reason to. After all, she and him just met, just learned each other’s names.

Was it that he was being nice out of pity? Pity over how lost Penni was in her bizarre predicament, resorting to putting blind trust in some eyepatch-wearing man in a shady coat. Not only that, but she already managed to piss someone off just by her presence, like she was some sort of intruder.

She would hate that if it was the case. If he was being nice out of pity.

“Yeah, I think I do.” Penni lightly chuckled, leaning against the wall. Well, while she was here, maybe she could get some of her questions answered. “If you don’t mind me asking Axel, what is this place?” That was the first question that came to Penni’s head, she had a lot more than that though.

“Well for starters, you’re in the World That Never Was, and you're standing in Organization XIII’s Homebase,” Axel explained rather nonchalantly. Blatant confusion was written all over Penni’s face. But when she thought about it, that was what Xigbar had been saying.

Her world was gone, and she had ended up in an entirely different one.

“You’re saying that this really is a different world?”

“Of course. Let me guess, you’ve been living on the same little world your entire life.” Axel hypothesized, Penni nodded. Up until a few hours ago, her home was the only ‘world’ she’s ever known.

“Well, there are tons of worlds out there, some big and small, like this one. Some are closer to your homeworld, full of humans, right?” He asked the question but didn’t wait for Penni’s response. “What’s more is that there are some full of animals, or mermaids, fairies, sometimes they’re just filled with nothing.” He shrugged. “Got it memorized?”

“Yeah, but- that’s so bizarre, how come I never knew about them, like, a long time ago?” Penni asked, they didn’t exactly teach about different worlds in school.

“Well, that’s because of a little something called ‘World Order’.”

Penniton tilted her head, and her interest peaked. Despite this resembling an exposition dump, she wanted him to continue. The thought of new worlds outside the minuscule one she’d known was fascinating. Was there a world entirely underwater? Was the moon a world? Was there a world full of fashion designers?

For a brief moment, Penni hoped so. That would be fun. But the fond memories associated with that caused a sharp, numbing pain to shoot through her chest. She sucked in her lips, shaking the feeling off. It would be better off if she just forgot about it.

“Pretty much what the Order entails is that you shouldn’t let others know you are from another world when visiting their world.” Axel continued explaining. That made sense why Xigbar was so insistent on dropping as few details as possible when Penni had first met him. Yet it still left her questioning a few things, for starters, why was the order so important in the first place? Would it really be bad if everyone knew about the other worlds?

“If you don’t mind me asking, you said something about there being an organization, what’s that about?” That was probably the most important question Penni had, she had a feeling this ‘organization’ went hand in hand with the fact that every person she met there had a black coat on.

“That is a question you can ask Xemnas yourself,” The infamous and ever so sarcastic voice of Xigbar said, seemingly coming out of nowhere to Penni, how did she not notice him slip back out the door? If she wasn’t mildly used to him popping from nowhere she would’ve jumped.

Before Penni could even ask the question ‘Who’s Xemnas?’, Xigbar pointed back to the door, simply stating with a smirk, “Your turn.”

“Wait, by myself?” Penni looked concerned, not that she couldn’t do it by herself, but the name ‘Xemnas’ just sounded kinda scary.

“Don’t worry about it Penni, you’ll be fine,” Axel reassured, but Penni swore he heard him hold back a giggle.

“Well, don’t keep bossman waiting now,” Xigbar said, motioning Penni forward. She exhaled deeply, opening the doors in front of her, and slipping into the room. Slightly flinching after promptly feeling them shut behind her.

She walked several steps forward, not noting much about the room itself since there wasn’t anything to comment about. It was the same white color scheme in a big room. What drew Penni’s attention the most was the man that stood in the middle of the room, looking out a wall window into the dark night sky. He had long, mid-back silver hair that was layered and slightly messy. Then, of course, he had a black coat on. He must be Xemnas.

Xemnas was facing away from Penni, seemingly in deep thought. Not that deep though, as he could still clearly sense her presence.

“Penniton.” The silver-haired man said in a deep and commanding voice, yet there was a calm tone to it. He turned himself around to look at her, and that’s when Penni saw the similar unnatural yellow eyes, the same color eyes Xigbar had. The man began to walk toward Penni, stopping only a few feet away from her, staring her down for a moment. “I sense darkness in your heart,” He began. Darkness in her heart? What was he talking about? “I wonder why that is.” It didn’t seem that he expected her to answer.

Maybe it was something about his cold demeanor or the way his eyes stared right through her, but he struck an unknown fear in Penni, the type of fear that made her want to just disappear right then and there.

“Your world,” Xemnas started, Penni hoped she wasn’t going to hear the words she thought she was going to hear. “Is gone.”

That was the final confirmation for Penniton, it really was gone. She pursed her lips together, her gaze drifted onto the white floor as she gave a slow nod. Penni felt almost nauseous, her eyes beginning to feel the slightest bit watery, but she held herself together, taking a deep breath, then looking back up at the man in front of her.

“It has succumbed to darkness, alongside many, many other worlds. You should feel lucky you didn’t disappear with it, miraculously.”

“But…I feel like I was supposed to.” Penniton quietly thought aloud, almost in a whisper, just loud enough that Xemnas could hear.

“Oh? And why is that?”

“I was in a dark place, it felt like my body was vanishing in a matter of minutes. I was scared and confused, but then I felt something really strong. A powerful feeling that I held onto that made me feel whole again.”

“And what was that feeling?”

Penniton opened her mouth, but she hesitated to say what she was thinking.

“…Revenge. I’ve been wronged by someone I thought I could trust, she turned her back on me and left me to oblivion. I want her to pay the price for it.” When Penniton spoke she felt the familiar sensation in her chest, it was warm, but not in a comforting way. Though it made her feel more composed, like she could hold herself together.

Xemnas nodded, concluding, “You need to hold onto that feeling further, let it bolster, for it's the only thing keeping your heart as well as your existence from ceasing.” Penni’s eyes went wide at his words, he couldn’t be serious.

“Hearts, Penniton, are a fragile and complex thing, they can hold so much but change so frequently. Your heart, in particular, is broken. The only thing holding it together is the prominent need to achieve the closure you seek. Letting go of that feeling would be releasing the thing keeping you alive.”

Penniton wanted to say something like, ‘You can’t be serious?’ but felt as if it would be too rude to address a man such as him that way, so she remained in silent disbelief, her hands grasping onto her now ruffled school cardigan tightly. Hearts…hearts…hearts…were they really that special? That important? Has everyone always relied on hearts as their life source? They didn’t exactly teach the subject of hearts in boarding school.

And why her heart? When did it become ‘broken’?

“Then, what am I supposed to do?” Penni asked, what can she do? “Am I just supposed to hold onto that feeling forever?” What comes next?

Xemnas didn’t respond, instead, he turned back around, his feet guiding him back to the wall window where he first stood when Penni had entered the room. Penni instinctively followed close behind him, albeit with drag.

“Look up at the sky, Penniton. Do you see that?” Xemnas said, turning the girl’s attention to the dark sky, a small gasp escaped her mouth. There, bright light reflecting off her magenta eyes, stood what seemed to be an enormous heart-shaped moon in the sky; she could probably match the outline by curving her hands. How did she not notice that earlier?

“That is Kingdom Hearts,” Xemnas continued “the gathering place of all hearts this life has to offer.”

Maybe that explains the shape, Penni thought.

“Right now Kingdom Hearts remains incomplete, but that’s what this organization, Organization XIII, works towards, and only then will we all become whole again.”

“Whole?”

“Every member of the organization is a nobody, a shell of who they used to be, removed and devoid of the heart, and in extension, their emotions. Anything left of our feelings is made up from distant memories.”

No emotions? Penniton didn’t really buy it, because in that case, Xigbar and Axel- they were really good actors.

Penniton made her judgment unknown to Xemnas.

“To complete Kingdom Hearts, we collect hearts from the heartless, creatures born from the darkness of one’s hearts. They seek out more hearts to consume, plaguing various worlds of their light until there’s nothing left.”

Similar to what Xigbar said during that fateful encounter, Penniton reminisced on his words for a short moment.

“They never truly die, and they’ll keep coming back, again and again, and again until there’s nothing to come back to.”

“The organization on its own cannot exterminate the heartless and collect the heart, we don’t have the ability to do so. But the keyblade does.”

“You mean- my keyblade?” Penni wondered, pointing to herself curiously. She was returned a nod.

Now, both of them were standing side by side, looking out the windows at the heart-shaped object in the sky. Xemnas put his hand behind his back and resumed his monologue.

“With the completion of kingdom hearts, not only will our hearts be restored, but the fallen worlds will be restored as well.”

Penniton's head snapped towards the man, and her eyes widened.

“R…really?” Her voice almost came out in a quiet mumble, strings of disbelief sewn into it. Was it possible? Could she really fix everything?

Something materialized in Xemnas’ hands in a puff of a dark purplish essence, it was a neatly folded-up black coat.

“Your place can be with the Organization if you so choose, Penniton.”

Penniton looked down at the coat, an overwhelming feeling of hope in her heart.

She was going to fix everything.

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“So, a new organization member,” Axel thought aloud, one hand on his hip as his steps echoed down the hallway, all while meager, quieter steps followed after him. “You must be a pretty special case Penni, usually only nobodies get to join.”

Right now, Axel was showing Penni to her room for her indefinite stay. She didn’t see Xigbar anywhere after finishing her rather enlightening talk with Xemnas, but she had a hunch he would pop up again soon.

“About that, does everyone in the organization really not have a heart?” Penni asked skeptically, holding the bundled-up black coat in her arms while also balancing a pair of matching black boots and gloves.

“What, you didn’t believe Xemnas?” Axel stopped, his eyes glancing at Penni. She slowly shook her head.

“Not really, it’s just too bizarre for me to fully believe.” Akin to what she thought earlier, really good actors.

“Well, I can prove it.” The redhead claimed before putting his hand out, pointing to his wrist where the pulse would be. Hesitantly, Penni put two fingers on his wrist, waiting to hear the bump of a heartbeat.

Two seconds passed.

Four seconds passed.

Six seconds…

Eight…

Ten.

“Oh.” Penni breathed out, an unknown expression on her face as she suddenly started walking ahead of Axel. “Sorry, I don’t talk to zombies.”

“Rude! I’m not even a zombie, I’m a ‘nobody’.” Axel retorted, catching up to Penni.

“No need for the self-depreciation, Flame boy.”

He scoffed.

“You really are a riot Penni, I sure hope we get partnered up for missions.” The redhead commented, not really thinking much of it.

That was right, missions.

“Hey Axel, what are the missions like?” Penni asked out of curiosity. In reality, Penni had no idea what she’d be doing besides whacking around her keyblade, which she really didn’t know how to use that well.

“Another question? Jeez, Penni, you're such a chatterbox.” Axel jokingly stated, he continued, not leaving the girl had the chance to say anything else. “Why don’t you wait until tomorrow when Saix gives you your first mission in the Grey Area, he’ll explain everything you need to know then.” Penni let out an unsatisfied groan, the mention of the name giving her a small sense of dread.

It’s amazing how you can never exchange a single word with a person but still have such an immense disdain for their presence.

“Don’t get so gloomy, you’ll have to get used to Saix if you wanna survive sticking with the Organization.” Axel reminded her, “Besides, it’s funny seeing him get worked up just because of one little girl with a keyblade.”

“...Little?”

“Anyways-”

“At least my hair can’t get mistaken for a forest fire.” She retorted, a gasp came from Axel.

“You're just jealous, not everyone is born with magnificent hair like mine!”

“Yeah, right.” Penni attempted to hold back the laugh that came with her sentence, but she had no free hands to cover her mouth with.

The two then stopped in front of a white door, Axel opening it to Penni to reveal a very plain, modest room. There was no more than a desk with a chair, plus a bed. One could call it cozy if it didn’t seem so cold.

“Not very welcoming…” The girl muttered, clear disappointment on her face. Stepping into the room to further inspect it. Her eyes caught two objects laid out on the desk, a notebook as well as a writing utensil. Penni absentmindedly picked up the book, flipping through the blank white pages. “What’s this for?”

“Everyone gets that, it’s simply what it is, a notebook.” Axel broadly explained, leaning on the doorframe. “Think of it as…a courtesy gift. Write anything you want in it, it’s yours to do whatever with it.”

“What did you write in yours?”

“Me?” An eyebrow ever so slightly became arched, like he was surprised Penni asked such a question. He shrugged in response, “Didn’t write in mine, had no reason to so I never did.”

“Ah,” Penni laid the notebook back down, resuming her observation of the room. The next thing her eyes shifted themselves to was outside the window above the bed. A dark and quite frankly unsettling night sky. This sky was much different than the glimmering star-filled one back home, that sky felt full of life. This one felt devoid of any.

“If that’s all, I think I’ll head back to my own room.” The redhead put his hand on the door handle, ready to take his leave. “Have a nice night Penni.” He said, raising a hand, and shooting Penni a lazy smile, lightly shutting the door on his way out.

“Night…” Replied Penni, though he had already left the room. The girl inhaled a deep breath, taking off her glasses to massage the bridge of her nose. She paused though when she noticed the several cracks and scratches in the lenses of her brass-colored glasses. So much had been going on she’d barely noticed the damage her glasses had taken earlier, what's worse was the fact she had them on the whole time. Penni’s eyes narrowed as she set the glasses down on the desk, noting that she would have to get them fixed later, somehow.

In that moment, Penni went from standing up, to her legs promptly guiding her over to the corner bed, her body collapsing on the soft sheets. She had finally, completely let her guard down, and it felt like all emotions that made her vulnerable hit her in one single blow, leaving her with an exhausted feeling. “Yeah…” She thought aloud, pulling the covers over her body. “I need some sleep.” And that was the last thought she had, becoming lulled into a slumber only by the eerie silence of the room.

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By the time Penni regained consciousness she assumed a few things. One, she was asleep long enough that it was the next day- even though she couldn’t tell back looking out the window, she had a feeling. Secondly, she would start her “missions” today and finally dawn her new black uniform. Though, a thought- or more of a realization- came across Penni’s head. Axel never told Penni a time when to wake up.

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“Axel never gave me a time to wake up!” Yelped Penni in distress as she shot up in her bed- her eyes blown wide open. She clumsily fumbled out of the sheets she was entangled with, hurriedly grabbing her uniform she haphazardly placed on the desk the night prior, switching her current clothes with it. “For all I know, I could be late right now- I’m probably late already!” She stressed, throwing on her black boots which to her, were quite stylish in their own merit, that’s the impression Penni had when she gave herself a quick look over. The girl had different opinions when it came to the coat, she would’ve appreciated something slightly shorter, the extra material felt as if it was going to slow her down. Maybe if she got her hands on a mini sewing kit she could shorten it a bit…wait, wait! She had to stay focused!

Penni threw her door open, rushing down the hallways as her mind raced a mile a minute, the sound of her boots clicking on the ground following her. Way to go Penniton, nothing like being unprepared on the first day. Where was she supposed to go again to receive her missions?

“Why don’t you wait until tomorrow when Saix gives you your first mission in the Grey Area, he’ll explain everything you need to know then.”

Right, the Grey Area…wherever that was, Penni should’ve asked Axel more questions. It would be a bit pesky of her, sure, but at least she would know where to go then. Well, Penni was sure she would know what the Grey Area looked like when she got there, and this was a good chance to get herself familiarized with the castle’s interior. But, later on, she should try to acquaint herself with all the organization members, there are thirteen of them, right? She already had met four of them, that way she wouldn’t have to keep bugging Axel with her inquiries.

Axel, Xigbar, Saix, Xemnas…hey, all of those names had the letter ‘X’ in them, Penni wondered what the reason was behind that trend. Penni snapped out of her train of thought once she saw that she was approaching the end of the pasty white hallway, her steps coming to a slow pace as she entered the large, open room. Glancing around quickly she saw that the room was some sort of wedged-shaped lounge, several couches and tables spread about and one large wall made entirely of windows. Could this be the Grey Area?

Penni didn’t have time to make any assumptions, because in that moment a slightly loud ‘Ahem’ grabbed her attention, she looked over to one of the couches where she saw a dreadfully recognizable, blue-haired member sitting crossed-legged while looking through papers.

“Penniton,” Saix grunted in a stale voice, “you’re early.”

Early? Looking around, Penni did see only her and Saix in the room, so that made sense.

“I’m glad, and here I was thinking I was late,” Penni joked with relief washing over her, though Saix didn’t seem all that amused, simply making a short “hm” noise, returning his attention back down to his papers. Penni awkwardly stood in place, trying to think of what to say next, unaware of the fidgeting of her hands and how they were playing around with the metal chains of her coat, creating a persistent clinking noise.

“Could you cut that out? The sound is irritating.” Saix huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his gloved hands.

“Sorry! My bad.” Penni quickly apologized, putting both her hands down. She took a deep breath, then asked her question, “I wanted to ask you, what exactly are the missions like?”

“I thought this was explained already,” Saix sighed heavily, replying to Penni with hostility, “collect hearts.”

“I mean-” Penni held back an irked sigh “I know that but what’s gonna happen.”

The blue-haired member closed his eyes for a moment, finally answering Penni’s question after she had to pry it out of him. “It’s standard that missions are solo, partnered ones being few and far in between…but since you are a new member, for your first few assignments you will be paired up with someone else. Think of them as your advisor, they’ll provide mentoring and assist you throughout your mission.” Penni nodded as he explained all of this.

“In that case, who’s gonna be my partner?” Saix shifted through his papers for a moment, bluntly stating a name without even batting an eye at Penni, “Demyx.”

“Who’s-”

“Morning,” Came a chirpy voice as a member with dirty blonde hair and probably the most impressive mullet Penni has ever seen strut into the room with a slight drag of his feet. And much like all the other organization members, Penni has met thus far, he was much taller than her. He let out a loud yawn as if he had just woken up. He rubbed his tired cyan eyes, squinting while he scanned the room, slightly puzzled. “Aah…am I early?”

“Yes, but since you and your partner are here already, you may as well get along with your mission,” Saix said, getting up from the couch.

“Part…ner?” He mumbled seemingly still out of it, he finally looked over to Penn and his eyes widened as if everything suddenly clicked. “Ohhh, you’re the new girl!”

Penni gave a weak laugh, “You can call me Penni, I'm guessing you must be-,”

“Demyx,” He smiled at her, outstretching a fist. The girl was lost at the straightforwardness. Was he being serious? The thought of pity went through Penni’s mind again. A voice spoke up again and she didn’t have a chance to return the fist..

“Ahem,” The two turned their attention to an apathetic Saix. “You are both being assigned to Neverland. Demyx, since Penniton is unable to summon her own dark corridors, you are responsible for getting the both of you there and back.” He narrowed his eyes, “To put it in simple terms, there has been a rising infestation of heartless, all you have to do is cut down the numbers and collect the hearts.” Cut down the numbers, and collect hearts. Got it. “Remember to both remain focused on your objectives, then report back to me once you’ve finished.”

Demyx gave Saix a thumbs up plus a ‘You got it boss’ then summoned a corridor, giving Penni zero prep time or a forewarning as Demyx quickly pulled the both of them through it.

Going through the dark, murky portal was easier this time around, Penni didn’t feel like she had to hold her breath and she didn’t feel the invisible force clawing at her. The coat dressed over her body gave her a sense of comfort, not necessarily warmth, but protection. Everything was still uneasy, sure, but the experience was much more bearable this time.

Much to Penni’s comfort, it was only a few short moments until the two came out of the other side of the portal corridor, bright sunlight hit the girl’s skin, the warmth tickling her with immense solace. It was such a warm welcome compared to the drabby coldness she had been enduring as of late.

Penni took a deep breath, the salty smell of the nearby ocean filling her nose as the sound of seagulls called out nearby. By the looks of it, she was standing on a sandy mini beach on the edge of a patch of lush, green tropical forest.

“This is Neverland?” Penni gawked, staring out at the aqua-blue ocean and the full palm trees. “I’ve never been somewhere so…blissful.” The whole scenery reminded her of the type of place she would see on a postcard, picture-perfect. Her mom always talked about going to a place as alluring as the beach Penni stood on.

“It would be a lovely vacation, don’t you think so?”

That’s what she always would say, she even set aside munny in an old jar for the conceptualized trip. “I would say it’s a fine reward for when you come back home, a way to celebrate and unwind from another great school year!”

Penni’s mom always tried giving her the better things in life, carefully made clothes you’d think were tailored from some sublime company store, while in reality, her mom spent her extra time sitting at the table on the sewing machine. Or an exceptional education at some prestigious boarding school, like the school in her hometown wasn’t ‘prestigious’ enough.

“Only the best for my Penniton, trust me, this will be a great first step for your future.”

If only mom could see the future Penni was in right now.

“Mmm, it’s not as nice as Atlantica though,” Demyx said, looking out at the water thoughtfully like he was daydreaming.

“We should start looking for those heartless!” Suggested Penni rather eagerly. Cut down the numbers, to do that Penni would have to find some heartless. Those were the thoughts that went through Penni’s head as she turned away from the sea to get going on her objective.

“Uh- yeah, about that Penni.” Demyx said, stopping Penni’s advances by putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m actually not very good at these types of missions,” The man gulped, his hand scratching the back of his neck. “Honestly they’re just not for me, y’know? I’m way better at recon missions and stuff.”

“Recon missions-?” Penni mumbled before shaking her head, she’ll ask about it at a different time. “So you don’t fight at all?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I totally can, but I’m sure not good at it.” He explained in a weakened tone, his eyes awkwardly avoiding Penni’s gaze. The girl couldn’t help but frown, uttering a hushed ‘ah,’ with a face turned away to hide her irked expression. “But it’s all cool since you got a keyblade!” Demyx looked back at Penni with a cheery grin on his face, “By the way, do you think I can see it?”

“Huh, my keyblade?” Penni outstretched her hand, concentrating on summoning the key-shaped object like she did not too long ago, her eyebrows furrowing with intense focus.

Though, it wasn’t long until her focused expression faltered when she realized with slight panic in her voice that, “It’s not appearing.” Penni’s tone dropped to a whisper voice as her hand slightly twitched.

“What was that?”

“We should stay focused like Saix said. Fighter or not, you gotta stick with me, we’re…’partners’ after all.” She said in a hasty attempt to switch the subject. Yet she wasn’t exactly lying, the two did have to keep their sights on the objective.

“Let’s get going.” Penni insisted, resuming her advancement inward into the lush greenery, a dejected ‘awh man’ heard from behind her.

The word partners also dragged on Penni’s tongue, she found the word simply unfit for what she would call her and Demyx. Her partner was supposed to assist their mission, not lag behind in the combat department because it’s just ‘not for them’.

In the meantime, Penni would have to figure out a solution to her current predicament. Her right hand clenched and unclenched in hopes it would materialize while she was in her deep thoughts. How come she isn’t able to summon it now, on command? She was able to do it not too long ago when she met Xigbar. What was so different now?

The notion began chewing Penni up in her mind, if she couldn’t use her keyblade, the only thing that was to her name at the moment, then what was the point of her existence in the organization? Or her existence at all? She had a major job to do, so why couldn’t her key just work the way she wanted it to and appear?

For now, she’ll just have to keep her dilemma to herself to the best of her ability, and especially keep it unknown to the blonde behind her. While Demyx did seem nice enough, he was bound to rat her out to Saix, or worse, Xemnas.

“Or maybe both,” Penni whimpered aloud, her feet feeling just a little bit heavier with each step she took, lips pursing.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

It was nothing, everything was fine, everything was cool. Everything was-

“Get back here!”

The sudden new voice caused both Penni and Demyx to freeze up, the girl in a defensive stance and the blonde propped up behind her like she was a sort of human shield.

At that time, Penni swore she saw something zip in front of her view, but couldn’t dawdle on the thought for long because a ginger boy dressed in green came practically tumbling out of some bushes.

“Darn shadow, where did you go?” He grumbled in a pouty tone, the boy got himself up off the ground and readjusted the cap on his head with a huff. Penni's arms relaxed, a relieved sigh leaving. She let out a purposeful cough to get the boy’s attention.

“Oh, hey there!” The boy greeted, “Say, have you seen my shadow around here, It’s about this tall I would say.” He explained, marking the imaginary height with his hand.

“Shadow? I don’t think we’ve-” Penni looked to the back of her to see her partner was in fact, nowhere to be found. “-I don’t think I’ve seen a loose shadow around here.”

Was this a joke? Was this boy really looking for his shadow? Penni’s eyes flashed down to where both her and the boy’s shadow would be. Much to her surprise, hers was there, but not his.

Weird, who is this guy?

What was seen to be a fickle ball of light quickly swerved past Penni, distracting her from the chance to start asking investigating questions. It flew all the way over to the boy, landing on his shoulder. Squinting, the girl made out a humanoid figure of a tiny person with blonde hair tied in a bun along with a short green leafy dress. But the most outstanding feature was the clear set of wings that Penni has never seen on any kind of insect or bug. There was only one logical conclusion on what she was looking at.

“A fairy!” Penni gasped out in astonishment, her face lightening up in delight. “A real-life fairy, she’s so pretty!”

“Yep! This is my pal, Tinkerbell.” The boy introduced as the small fairy gave a mini courtesy of sorts. Penni swore she saw her mouth move but the only thing she heard was the light jingling of what supposedly were bells.

…Ohhh.

“And I’m Peter, Peter Pan!” Peter said proudly, throwing his hands over his hips.

“Pleasure to meet you two, I’m Penniton, but call me Penni.”

“Alright Penni, would ya mind helping me out in finding my shadow, he should be around here somewhere…” Normally, or in any other situation, Penni would gladly assist him. But right now she had a job to do, and a missing blonde.

“Ah, I would but I’m a little busy right now- I’m looking for a couple of shadows myself,” Tinkerbell said something to Peter before they both curiously looked back at Penni.

“What type of shadows?” Peter asked, tilting his head.

“Oh, well…” The girl, not expecting such a question, thought about it for a second. “They’re about this big, all black, and have two skinny antennas. You’ve seen any?”

“Nope, don’t think I have. But hey! Maybe if you help us you’ll find what you're looking for along the way.”

“As much fun as that sounds, I really should focus on my own thing.” Penni insisted, taking a few steps away from the pair. “But good luck find your- er- shadow!”

The duo looked faintly disappointed, which made Penni feel a small tinge of guilt in her heart.

“I’ll make sure I keep a lookout for it.” She offered, that brought a smile back to Peter’s face.

“Alright, see ya around then Penni!” Peter gave the girl a quick wave, him and Tink then running off somewhere else to continue their search. Penni felt a small smile grow on her face, giddiness building up inside her. She just met a real fairy!

The excitement almost made her forget why she was here…almost.

“Good cover Penni!” Demyx congratulated, practically popping in next to Penni- something that didn’t fail to make her flinch.

“It wasn’t really a cover,” She mumbled. “And where did you go? I thought you left me.”

“Nah, I had to stay out of sight. World order, y’know?” Demyx rested an arm on Penni’s shoulder, something he could very easily do with his height. “By the way, I was thinking. Why don’t we split up?”

“Split up?” Penni cocked her head to the side, giving him a confused look. “What for?”

“We’ll be able to cover more ground, and if we're both collecting hearts we’ll finish the mission way faster.” The idea Demyx presented did seem reasonable in retrospect, but Penni had the small feeling there were ulterior motives behind it.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for us to split up this early, if I need help you have to be close to me to actually- y’know, help me.” Penni said slightly impassively, “And like I said before, we’re partners so we gotta stick together.”

“Whatever you say, Penni.” The blonde muttered, and the girl could practically feel the aura of his sulkiness.

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After a while of walking aimlessly through the dense trees, Penni failed to think of any small talk to make with her partner. She had a lot of questions to ask Demyx, sure, but questions were the only ones leaving her mouth as of late so she attempted to refrain from asking them for now. She opened her mouth to finally say something, but the sound of rustling leaves made her and Demyx pause.

“Do you hear that?” Penni asked, looking around cautiously, her hands scanning the area. She slightly flinched when she saw several figures move through the trees above. Her right hand tightened around nothing as she tried to visualize her keyblade.

Visualize, visualize, visualize…

Her eyes narrowed as the figures stopped moving, jumping down to lower branches where Penni could now easily see them, their backsides anyways. Her body relaxed as her hand untightened.

“Awh, it's just a bunch of monkeys!” Penni cooed with a gleeful smile on her face, looking up at the absolutely adorable animals.

“Are you sure? They look way too colorful to be monkeys…” Demyx mumbled, making a concerned face. ‘Tis was true, from what the girl could see, the creatures were shades of pink and blue, she shrugged this off though.

“Maybe it’s normal for this world, if there are magical fairies, then multicolored monkeys don’t seem too far-fetched.”

But, Penni couldn’t help but stare at the animals a little longer, and that’s when she noticed something. For a bunch of monkeys, they were awfully quiet, in fact, they didn’t make any sound resembling a monkey at all. And hey-, did the pink ones have bows on their heads?

Then, one of the monkeys turned around, making direct eye contact with Penniton. It was only then she could see its full appearance, those infamous, beady yellow eyes bored right into hers.

“Those aren’t monkeys,”

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