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syddsatyrn · 3 months

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⛧Devotion is Love with Wings⛧ Chapter One: A Sleepless Sovereign

Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4

⛧Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

⛧Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.

⛧Words: 3.3k

⛧Summary: As Lucifer's advisor you are required to assist him with a number of things. That includes his schedule, many chores, and the occasional middle of the night panic attack.

⛧Notes: This is my first Hazbin Hotel fic! I hope you all like it because Alastor is my next victim. I just want to give poor Luci some love, he is such a cutie and he's been through enough! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and we love her for that.

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The sun rises and a soft glow illuminates the kitchen. Faint streaks of dawn get brighter as time goes by, the sky is painted with hues of pink and gold. Every day you wake before him and make his coffee. It was a morning ritual you’ve come to enjoy. The silence allowed you time to think and plan your day. As you fill a cup full of coffee, the smell permeates the air.

You carefully take the cup upstairs on a tray and down a long hallway. The air hummed with a faint scent of luxury. It's grandiose and extravagant manor, with gold trim in the hallway. Apples and angelic wings decorate the molding. Your footsteps echo against the marble floors until you stop at the large double doors. You open the right side of the door quietly. The room is dark, some light peeked through the window, but the long velvet curtains block out most of it.

He's so peaceful, lying there, the silk sheets covering his midsection leave little to the imagination. His messy blonde hair and soft face has always made your heart skip a beat. Soft snores escape his lips, you almost feel bad for waking him up while he’s in such a state.

“Your majesty?” You finally speak. The King stirs and covers his face with his hands. He lets out a small groan in response.

*It's time to get up, sir.” You say as Lucifer slowly and reluctantly sits up. You hand him his coffee with a smile, he looks up at you with drowsy eyes.

“Thank you, y/n.” He replied, taking a sip of the warm and bitter drink.

You start to stroll around his room, picking up clothes that have been tossed and putting them in the laundry basket. Lucifer watches as you pick up his messy room, sipping his coffee occasionally.

“You don't have to do all that y’know.” Lucifer says, feeling a little guilty about his disorganization.

“Oh but I do, sir.” You said with a straight face.

“Y/N, I don't know what I would do without you.” He admits with a soft chuckle.

You smile, your face turns a little pink but it's hard to tell with the lights off. You walk over to the curtains and draw them open. Lucifer doesn't look too pleased with how bright it is. You walk over to his wardrobe and shuffle through the many different articles of clothing until you find his white suit with red accents.

“Your daughter called, there are documents you need to look over and you have a meeting this afternoon.” You remind him as you place his clothes on the corner of his large bed.

“Can I just go back to sleep?” Lucifer pleads with you and you let out a small sigh.

“Every day you ask me the same question and every day I tell you the same answer…”

“So that's a no…?” He chuckles softly.

That is correct, your majesty.” You roll your eyes as you leave him to get dressed for the day.

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The relationship between you two has always been a little strange. You were hired many years ago as a maid for his estate. But after a small while grew to be his right hand, now you’re titled as his “advisor”. You take your job very seriously, everyday you make his coffee, bring him his meals, complete household chores, chauffeur him around, you even attend his meetings for him occasionally. Your entire life is devoted to your King, you felt it was a respectable title. You've worked hard to get to this point, and recognize the power that comes with that. After many years of proving yourself, Hell sees you as an extension of the royal family.

Lucifer had quite a soft spot for you, he offered you a room in his home so you can do your job without the bothersome commute. He pays you well and allows you access to many of his personal assets. The free room and board, along with never having to cook for yourself made it all worth it.

After some time you developed some feelings for him, but you would never admit that. You’re not up to that societal standard. You’ve always told yourself he could have anyone he wanted, which is true. The King of Hell was dashing and charming, but also extremely powerful. Despite all that he doesn't seem to fraternize with anyone, ever since Lilith left, it’s like he's lost that part of himself.

It was time for you to get yourself a cup of coffee and bring his breakfast to the dining hall. After finishing your task you sit down at the dining table and enjoy your coffee. Not long after, Lucifer emerges, dressed, but still looking rather fatigued.

“Did you not sleep well, sir?” You ask and bring your cup to your lips.

“No, I was tossing and turning all night.” He grumbles, the dark bags under his eyes are a dead giveaway.

“Hmm…you’ve been doing that quite a bit more often than usual.” You remark.

“I know! What is up with that? It's ridiculous.” The king says with a huff.

“Ridiculous indeed, sir.”

Lucifer called Charlie on his cellphone, and talked about the Hotel she was running. Charlie says he is due for a visit so you make a mental note to schedule that later. Your mind wanders as he talks on the phone while eating various fruits. The last time Lucifer wasn’t sleeping well he was having nightmares. You remember one awful night in particular, you were up late finishing some paperwork for him when suddenly you hear a scream coming from his room. You rush in and he's curled up in a ball, sobbing. You immediately crawl into his bed to comfort him, he laid his head in your lap and you played with his blonde hair until he fell back to sleep.

“Y/N…?” Lucifer says and tilts his head slightly. Looks like he finished his phone call while you were lost in thought. You shake yourself from your memories, a pink tint spreads across your face.

“Yes?”

“Something on your mind, my dear?” He asks with a look of concern on his face.

“No sir, it's nothing.” You assure him. Neither of you have spoken of that night since.

You continue to drink your coffee, Lucifer gives you a skeptical look and continues his breakfast. The day was a very average day. After breakfast Lucifer went to his study to read over some documents and sign a few things. You took his almost empty plate and cup to the kitchen and placed it in the sink for the staff to deal with. You text Charlie with a list of dates to choose from to schedule a visit, reassuring her that you’ll make it happen.

Next is time to clean Lucifer’s room. It's not disgusting by any means, more like cluttered. He tosses stuff on the floor absentmindedly and you always end up tidying the place at some point. Besides, you are the only one allowed in his room, who else is going to do it?

You collect all the empty liquor glasses and place them on a silver tray along with the empty decanter. Making his bed was rather difficult due to it being so large, but you manage like you always do. You tidy up his bathroom, finding more clothes tossed on the floor, you put them in the laundry hamper as well. You leave his room with the silver tray and take it to the kitchen. The staff fill the decanter and give you clean crystal glasses. You return to his room and set the tray on his desk. After that, you take the basket of clothes to the laundry room.

Before you know it, the clock strikes one and you make your way to Lucifer's study. You open the door softly and enter, you set down a small tray with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies on his desk. He picks up the cup and takes a sip, the tea is exactly how he likes it.

“Are you here to tell me I have to attend another one of those annoying meetings?” Lucifer asks in a slightly irritable tone. He spins the chair around to face you, his yellow eyes fixate on yours.

“I’m afraid so, your majesty.” You reply. Lucifer groans and slumps back in his chair. Sometimes he can be a little childish, you cover your mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Y/N, I can’t sit through another one of those meetings. I will literally wilt away into nothing.” Lucifer says, he turns to face you and takes your hand in his. He softly squeezes it, your face turns a little pink as you look down and meet his begging eyes with yours.

“Can you go instead? Pretty please?” You can never resist those eyes and he knows it. Your face softens and you squeeze his hand back.

“Okay, but don't make this a habit.” You say you let go of his hand. Still trying to retain some sort of professionalism.

“Thanks doll, I owe you one.” He says with a warm smile, the same smile that makes your heart skip a beat every single time. You bow and leave him to his work, once you get behind closed doors you let out a long sigh, you truly don't want to attend this meeting either. But it can’t be helped, the show must go on.

You grab your overcoat, cellphone, keys, and meet the driver out front. It didn't take long to arrive at Carmilla’s manor. You have been asked to attend a meeting with the overlords and report back to Lucifer. The guards led you through the manor to a large meeting room, you open the door and it seems everyone is in attendance.

The V’s, Zestial, Alastor, Rosie, Zeezi and Ms Carmilla Carmine herself. You take the empty seat next to Zestial.

“My my, I didn't think Lucifer would send his pet, but Miss Carmine, I thought there was a No Dogs Allowed sign out front?” Alastor immediately starts with the catty behavior. You don't have time for any of this, you need to be home soon to serve supper.

"Your words are like a bad song on repeat. Spare us." You retort with your arms folded. The Radio Demon gives you a sinister stare and you roll your eyes at his half baked attempt at scaring you.

“Please, can we start this stupid meeting? I have somewhere to be.” Velvet says looking at her phone, not paying much attention to anything else. Vox agrees with her and Carmilla begins to speak on various topics.

The meeting felt like it ran longer than expected, it was concerning how we move forward now that exterminations are no longer an issue. They spoke of which towns were hit the hardest by the attack, what kind of ongoing plans they have and how to proceed with caution, for we do not trust the Angels and their hidden intentions. After a while, the conversations started to devolve into personal ones.

“Lucifer will be assisting the Pride Ring as best he can, any requests for aid on his part can go through me for approval. Trust that they will be hand delivered to him in person. The King wants nothing more to provide relief for his people.” Was the last thing you said before getting up and excusing yourself from the meeting, politely.

When you make it back to the car, you let out a sigh of relief. It's finally over, time to head back to the manor. When you returned it was already late into the afternoon. You hang up your coat and head to the kitchen, you pour Lucifer a small glass full of whiskey and ice. Before you put the bottle back in its place you take a quick swig, that meeting was just agonizing. You needed something to take the edge off.

You walk to the study with the glass on a silver tray, as you open the door, she sees Lucifer in his chair, reading.

“Good afternoon, your majesty.” You greet him with a smile and a short bow.

“Ah good, you’re back. How was the meeting?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“It was…interesting, to say the least.” You reply while handing him the glass. “I can see why you did not want to attend.”

“They are so insufferable, right?” He says and takes a sip.

“Indeed, sir.” You don't wish to mention Alastor’s comment from earlier, the last thing you need to do is give him something to be cross about.

“Dinner will be ready soon. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” You ask politely.

“Oh no, you always do so much. Thank you Y/N.” Lucifer takes another sip of his whiskey.

You dismiss yourself and head down to the kitchen to help prepare dinner for yourself and Lucifer.

Lucifer spins around in his chair and takes a sip of the drink you left him with. He’s trying to hide it but he’s absolutely exhausted. Lately when he’s tried to sleep, memories flood his mind like ghosts of the past. The absence of warmth beside him was a void he could not fill. When he will be free from the torment, he is unsure. But every day he wakes up and there you are, right beside him as always. He knows you try to put off a cold exterior, you’re the king's guard dog after all. You were always one to never indulge your secrets but he knew a few things about you that no one else did.

The night you held him in your lap it looked as though he had fallen asleep. While you carded your fingers through his hair you whispered “I wish you knew how remarkable I think you are.” He heard you loud and clear. The King always had a space in his heart dedicated to you, but you’re his advisor, consultant, and au pair. How would the world see you both as a couple? It was certainly something that would be looked down upon by most. A bell rings and pulls him from his thoughts, dinner is ready.

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He sits in his usual spot and you always sit on his right side. Dinner was a mix of high grade meats and vegetables. You cut into your food and display proper table manners, Lucifer sneaks glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

“I scheduled a time for you to visit your daughter's hotel this Thursday.” You remark and Lucifer nods with food in his mouth.

“Good, I’ve been meaning to visit, I’ve just been so tired lately, and If I’m not tired I’m busy.”

“You need some proper rest, sir.” You state the obvious. You wish there was something else you could do to assist him with this.

“Trust me, if I had the choice I’d be asleep right now, my dear.” He takes another bite, his face looks a little forlorn. Usually you would keep to yourself unless Lucifer would outright say something is wrong, but this is different.

“Is there something wrong, sir?”

“No, it's nothing, Y/N. I’m just tired, I swear.” He says, trying to brush off any depressive feelings. You give him a bit of side eye but decide to let it go. But deep down you knew something was troubling him. It was just a matter of if and when he will tell you. You both continue eating, he tells you about the book he's reading in hopes to clear the melancholy vibe in the room. You sit and listen to him ramble on like any other normal day.

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It was getting late, Lucifer was in his room, drink in hand. Outside, the world slumbered beneath a blanket of stars, oblivious to his pain. With the window open he seeks solace in the cold night air. But the chill only served to remind him of the emptiness inside. He downs the rest of his drinks and sets it on the nightstand. He crawls under the covers and closes his eyes and wraps his arms around himself as he tries to get some rest.

But all he could see is her, walking away, leaving him heartbroken and devastated. A single tear falls down his cheek. He buries his face in the pillow and tries to forget these memories, good and bad. The minutes pass like fleeting shadows, and Lucifer finally starts to fall asleep. But not long after he wakes up in a cold sweat with a scream. His chest heaves and he feels like he can’t breathe, he looks down at his shaking hands.

You were doing your rounds in your silk pajamas, locking doors and shutting windows. You said goodnight to the kitchen staff and headed upstairs. Then suddenly you hear a loud scream come from Lucifer's bedroom, you immediately rush up the stairs to the door and open it.

He’s sitting upright in his bed, knees against his chest, holding his face in his hands. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he recalls the haunting memories. You don't say anything, you quickly sit beside him and place your hand on his back. He immediately pulls you in for a hug, you’re surprised at first but you hug him back. He buries his face in your shoulder, letting out soft muffled sobs.

“Shhhh…it's going to be okay…I’m here…I’ve got you.” You whisper soft words of reassurance in his ear, he just hugs you tighter.

“I’m so sorry…” He says between sniffles and you start to gently rub his back. You wished there was a way to stop him from feeling so miserable, but all you can do is sit and comfort him for as long as he needs. In the safety of your arms, the remnants of the dream began to dissipate. Your familiar voice and smell provided a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of his mind.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, my dear.” You say as you pet the back of his head, his face finally emerges from your shoulder and meets your gaze. You gently wipe away any stray tears with your thumb and give him a soft smile. “Tough times don’t last, tough people do, and you’re one of the strongest people I know.” You say just barely above a whisper.

A small smile appears on his face and you brush away a few stray hairs, glad that your king is feeling a little better. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel more at ease?”

“I do have one request…But I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it.” He says, while looking away, he’s definitely embarrassed by his own question.

“Try me.” You reply, it can’t be that bad, he’s never asked you to do anything you’re not okay with.

“I would really appreciate it if I didn't have to sleep alone tonight…” He finally asks, he blushes a little, unsure if that's even okay to ask. You can't help but also turn a little red, this is absolutely not allowed, but maybe the rules have exceptions in times of crisis.

“Yeah…I can do that.” You agree.

Lucifer’s golden eyes widen and he perks up a bit. “R-Really?”

“Yes, really.” You chuckle softly.

Lucifer crawls back under the covers and opens his arms for you to join him. You crawl over to him and settle in, his arms wrap around you and you lace your fingers with his hand, allowing him to spoon you. His body heat and the chill night air was the perfect combination to lull you to sleep.

“Goodnight Luci~” You say before sleep starts to drag you away from this world. A nickname you lovingly use very rarely. He nuzzles your shoulder and drifts off rather quickly with nothing but a content smile on his face. When you two will admit your feelings for each other is a mystery, but for now, you’re happy just to be his biggest support system. If there's one thing you’ve learned living with Lucifer, it's that devotion in any form, is love with wings.

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tottymatsuno · 2 years

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Pink Angel From Hell Chapter 2: The Return

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: romance, host au, character study

Rating: T ig bc i havent actually written anything nsfw yet

Summary: going back for more

Word count: i gotta take this question out. you'll see when its done.

Warnings: hes mean, ladies. based off of the drama cd. watch it or dont say nothing. its in the first chapter and is required reading.

Commentary: i dont feel like doing a ton so heres another upload. pretend these uploads are my broadcast version and when i fix them in post to upload them on ao3 those are the bluray releases. im so fucking sleepy

"Y/N-chan." Nishimura calls you out when classes are over, and casually confesses his affections for you while the two of you walk together. It's a quick yet not so half hearted affair as you'd like to think.

"Please give me time to answer…" You say already regretting not rejecting him up front. It's not that he's mean or cold or anything wrong with him. In fact there's nothing wrong with him as far as you can tell. You’re just infatuated with Todomatsu as embarrassing as that might be.

Your mind races back to the piece of candy Todomatsu left in your closed palm that night and already aware you've got it bad.

It really sucks and the thought has you sighing and nearly crying all day. Why couldn't he be as cute and flirty as Totty as he likes to be called? Why do you hate conflict so much? Can't you say no to anybody?!

It's already been a few days since you met Todomatsu and you're craving that sugary attention again. Your mind wanders to how his hands might feel, especially when you think about those big brown bedroom eyes he gave you when you fixed your skirt.

The following few days have been filled with thoughts on Todomatsu. You have to see him again, you absolutely know that for fact. But...how pathetic are you to be so infatuated with someone who you have to pay to like you?

Argh!! It's just too confusing!! Why did Todomatsu have to be so dang ole cute?! You think almost angry at yourself. Why couldn't you have met him in normal circumstances?! What school does he go to, what are his hobbies, what do you have in common other than...than WHAT?!

Today.

You need to see him Today. Well actually you've needed to see him since yesterday but you've been stubborn.

The curiosity and urgency causes you to nearly dash to your car. You need to know more about him or you will surely wither away like an old Victorian white woman from the consumption.

It's not a far drive from your school or at least doesn't feel like one when you park your car. You survey your outfit, check your hair and reapply your lipgloss to make sure you look your absolute best as you exit your vehicle.

You enter and instantly feel out of place by yourself. Oh Goooddd, you plead to yourself, what if he isn't here?!

In another flash and a lot of ushering you manage to say you're here for Todomatsu. Which is a surprise to everyone, "Not Karamatsu-kun?" they asked.

Your eyes trailed from the corner of the room along an overjoyed and skipping Todomatsu with the most angelic blush on his delicate cheeks.

He seemed to be cheering up until his eyes met yours. Todomatsu slyly winks at you, before metering his excitable expression. Instead he waves and then all at once with your eyes never leaving his, Todomatsu is in front of you. He slides into the seat next to you gracefully.

"You miss me?" Todomatsu asks syrupy sweet. YES! Of course!!

Instead you awkwardly giggle, finally averting your eyes. "Hah...you could say that…" You mutter.

"I missed you too, Y/N-chan." Todomatsu says sincerely.

"Really? Please don't say that…" You blush, covering up your hot face.

"Ehh, why not Y/N-chan! It's true." Todomatsu cutely protests.

“If you say it like that, I’ll really believe it." Your mind, heart and other assorted parts are all in agreement that you should believe him, even for different reasons. Your mind cynically reminds you that he's being paid to say that.

"It is though," Todomatsu's hand grazes yours as he settles in with the menu. He placed it on the table and gestures for you to pick it up.

“What drink should we start off with?” Todomatsu begins right as your brain commences its tirade of bitterness.

Your eyes scan the menu, you see a reasonably priced drink and… WOW that's a high alcohol content! You ended up pointing out another drink that had less of a percent but was also more expensive.

Todomatsu all but snatches the menu away to point out more expensive drinks. “What about this one, Y/N-chan? It tastes better, and is more suited for a cute girl like you!”

You laugh nervously, you've always been the sort who is up-sold. “This one sounds better to me though, Totty.” You say avoiding the much more expensive drink.

Todomatsu scoffs under his breath which you find rude until he then looks at you dead in the eyes and says, “I'm just glad you're drinking tonight, last time you didn't seem to be enjoying yourself very much with your friends. I want to make you as comfortable as possible, so order what you like!”

His fakeness astounds you, and you find yourself feeling something mixed. On one hand, his words were honeyed and sweet, on the other his little scoff has you feeling some type of way.

He even winks at you. Of course you swoon, of course! That settles the animosity that was growing in your mind, Todomatsu isn't rude after all!

Todomatsu’s charms start out the gate with your heart racing. Soon after ordering your drinks, Todomatsu turns all his attention onto your hair. “Your hair is so gorgeous, you must put a lot of work into maintaining it.”

It's not the first time somebody has complimented your hair, but it's the first time Todomatsu has so it's special.

“Your eyes are also lovely, and you have such a feminine physique. Ahh, I really like you. You're really cute!”

Once he has you hooked in with the flirtation and praise Todomatsu flips a switch and gets down to business. Suddenly you're being bombarded with things on a menu, and it's going too fast to deflect each request he puts on your already thin wallet.

"Why not try the short cake? Also you need another drink to wash it down with, right?" Todomatsu has you feeling obligated to buy everything on the menu. If you do though you'll be in so much debt!

Thinking about the money situation, Todomatsu lays the charms on thick and heavy.

"Ahh, Y/N-chan! You're so cute when you drink. Look at those flushed cheeks, you must really like drinking with me huh? You handle your drinks well, but be careful or you'll become like an old man."

You giggle at this, once again incrementally calming down in Todomatsu’s company.

“I know a secret spell to make you more relaxed than this though, ” Todomatsu suddenly begins after noticing how nervous you still are from his demeanor. “What is it?” You ask humbly almost ready for anything that could make this go even smoother. Please, anything to make him like you! BUT cheaply!!

“Say 'I want champagne!’ and you'll become a princess!” Todomatsu claps his hands at the end of his exclamation, eyes twinkling with expectation.

Your face falls, you scoot a little away from him and you can't hide your discomfort by the words. You know what the champagne command means and you also know you can't afford it. The fact that he's trying to gauge you for every penny you have completely ruins any fantasy you had of his character.

“Um, Totty…” You start off with, not really feeling this or him too much anymore, “Yes, Y/N-chan? The words are, 'I want champagne.’” He urges you again. Todomatsu is waiting almost impatiently for you to say the words.

Just as you were about to end whatever relationship or transaction you were having with Todomatsu, his older brother shows up to your table with a disappointed glower.

“Todomatsu.” Karamatsu starts a more serious voice than you've ever heard from him before. “Your eagerness is making her uncomfortable, you look more like a salesman than a host right now.”

Karamatsu scolds him, and you feel relief that somebody pointed it out. Instead of looking at the situation critically, Todomatsu begins to whine.

“Ehh? Are you serious, Karamatsu-niisan?”

“Look at how uncomfortable she looks.” Karamatsu jerks his head to your direction.

Todomatsu turns to you with those impossibly big doe eyes and asks, “Are you uncomfortable, Y/N-chan? Was I really pushing too hard?”

Taking a page from Chiyo’s book you down the liquid courage before answering. “Um...you were coming off a tinesy bit strong, Totty…”

Todomatsu looks mortified by your small admission, especially when Karamatsu verbally agrees.

“You have a lot to learn still, but the most important thing is be yourself and not to try so hard, Todomatsu.” Karamatsu walks off in a manner even you think is cool even though he's not your type in the least.

“I think Karamatsu-niisan is right. Maybe I should just relax…” Todomatsu slumps in his seat, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Say, Y/N-chan. Why do all the girls favor Karamatsu-niisan? What's he got that I don't have? I’m way cuter than him, right?”

Todomatsu aggressively whines, taking a swig out of his own drink with his free hand. His cheeks flush and the bitter expression on his face could be from the alcohol or from his own sorry feelings.

When you don't answer right away, Todomatsu sighs. “At least you chose me. Let's start over Y/N-chan.”

“Can I say something before we start over?” You ask in a small voice.

Todomatsu sucks in a breath, clearly readying himself for the worst case scenario. “You don't want to switch to Karamatsu-niisan, do you?”

“No thanks.” At your words Todomatsu sighs in relief. “What is it then?” Todomatsu tilts his head so suddenly he's invading your personal space in a much broader way. If you bent your head down just slightly the two of your lips would touch.

“I-I…!” You instantly turn away from him, unable to face the music and tell him how you feel. COWARD!! You mentally scold yourself, is there anyone out there a bigger chicken than you?!

“Ne, talk to me...what'd you want to say?”

You steel yourself for the admission you're about to make.

“I like you, Totty. I think you're the cute one. I don't know why you aren't more popular, but I’ll always support you. I just don't like being upsold like this, I want to have a good time with you...but not have to go into debt to do it. Do you understand? I want you to like me too."

Even if only in a financial context you inwardly sigh.

Only because he looks so damn cute right now! Anyone else you would've left high and dry and never returned, but Todomatsu has a clutch on your heart like none other. How did that even happen?

“Really?” Todomatsu asks in the most open and vulnerable voice you've heard from him yet.

“Of course.” You say with a deep conviction. To simply put it, because you like him. There's an attraction towards Todomatsu you've only felt towards 2D characters.

Todomatsu's pretty kitty mouth slips into a sweet grin. He moves even closer into your personal space, and whispers almost kindly in your ears, “You really are cute, Y/N-chan. I think I just might fall for you. “ His lips do graze your ear lightly, you try your hardest not to verbally acknowledge the feelings this stirs in you.

“Wh-why don't we drink something!”

“Okay!” Todomatsu cheers, moving away from your tingling ear.

After removing himself from your bubble, you only manage to get three more drinks in before your low tolerance gets the better of you.

Your scheduled amount of time is up, you're drunk and not only that; Todomatsu was just called to help his twin with a returning party. Since you didn't spend a competing amount to keep Todomatsu in your company bye-bye he goes!

Todomatsu hics and giggles loudly as you try to stumble out of the seat to finally leave.

You call Chiyo to pick you up since even though she's quiet, she's a good driver. Plus she only lived two train stops away.

When Chiyo comes to get you, inevitably gush about Todomatsu until she tells you, “Watch out for him. He's a snake, and pay attention to how he acts when you have no money.”

This causes you to quiet down and drunkenly reflect on her warning.

In that moment you decide to disregard it, because as Karamatsu said the first time you all met, “The gears of fate are turning in our love's favor.” You know this will work out!

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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NSFW ~ Demon! Zoro x Angel! F! Reader ~ Against Heaven and Hell - Chapter 2: I Have Found You

So, chapter 2 my loves it's finally here! I hope you all enjoy this second part that -surprise- is not the ending. Remember this fic is based on @undercoverweeeb request for SWE2.

Chapters: Ch1; Ch2; Final

Tw: Smut! soft degradation. Zoro turns into a demon while fucking reader so be aware of it. Rough sex. Unprotected sex.

AU: Demon/Angel - Canon divergence Wano Kuni.

A/N: For this fic, Zoro has long hair. I got inspired by this AMAZING artist.

I strongly suggest to read “Wanted” Oda’s canon comic. Specially “Monsters” chapter about Shimotsuki Ryuma’s story. My story involves not only Zoro but also Ryuma, so in case you don’t remember who is he, is the zombie samurai that gave Zoro the Shusui katana on Thriller Bark. You will also notice the name "Flare". Flare is Ryuma's canon first love (probably his wife, yet Oda didn't show us that tho). But, keep in mind she is included too.

Wc: 3.2K

A silver light filters through your eyelids. Pink leaves rain on you, yellow flickering bulbs dance all around. The sound of rumbling water catches your attention.

“Where am I?”

The shiniest half-moon you have ever seen stands out on a black sky. It looks like ice, like steel. Completely mesmerized by its beauty, “Shimotsuki” you think. That’s an ice moon.

Your body rests over a green cape on the ground. You stretch your arms, and you want to do the same with your wings, but you quickly remember you shouldn’t. Slowly, a little bit dizzy, you kneel on the ground taking the green cape and covering you. It’s not cold but you feel the need to cover your clothes with that cape. You feel secure with it over your shoulders.

“What’s this place? Wasn’t I at the Red Shrine before?”

There is a lake, and a waterfall. A man, sitting on some rocks meditating while the water springs bathe his head and shoulders. “Such a beautiful man” you think, slowly standing up from the ground. You walk towards the little coast, wary yet carefully. Driven like a bug to the light.

“Is that Zoro-san?”

And he suddenly opens his eyes, both of his eyes. You gasp, scared. That eye, the eye you thought he couldn’t open, the one he didn’t have… he has it. And it’s terrifying, yet beautiful. A ruby ball that shines even brighter than the moon, crimson stare that sends shivers down your spine.

Zoro quickly closes his eyelid and smirks. “Welcome, (Name)” he shouts and stands up. He is completely naked, tanned skin that shines with the moon like it doesn’t with the sun. Each muscle shown in his anatomy, a big scar crossing his chest. Long, silky green hair untied falls over his shoulders and back. You can even see something you have never seen before… “genitals” you mumble.

And you wonder if you also have those too… you have come to earth in a human form… Could it be? Could it be that I also have those?. And looking at him just makes you want to. Everything about that man invites you to sin. Everything.

The samurai stands up and jumps into the lake. His naked body submerges into the reflection of the moon over the water. You can see his green hair flow as he swims towards you. When he finally emerges, he pulls his wet hair back. The holy embodiment of the Original Sin right before your eyes.

Drops travel from his temples to the sharpest jaw you have ever seen. Zoro puts his two big hands on the shore and pulls himself out of the water in just a second. He stands right in front of you, showing you proudly his whole perfect body.

“Oi, why did you run away?” he asks, naturally. Completely unaware of his nudity. “Oh… Oh…” you babble, trying to look aside. You are sure that looking at a naked man is a sin. And due to the lack of your answers he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him.

“I asked you why you ran away earlier?” he insists. And there it is, once again you are able to smell that scent, steel, and blood. Blood and steel. “Because… you smell like blood” you tell him, trembling. “Haaah?” he asks, confused yet he doesn’t let go of your chin. “Like blood? I haven’t killed anyone yet”.

Your eyes open even wider… “You haven't killed anyone… yet?” you repeat, at this point not sure about how your quivering limbs hold you standing. “I’m not gonna hurt you” he says, letting go of your chin and walking towards his white yukata on the floor.

“Can I have my cape back, angel?”

You turn around, did he just call you “angel”? Zoro knows about your true nature?. “You can keep it if you want to” he says. But you walk towards him, close so close. He is tugging his katanas on the sash and suddenly stops realizing you are way too close to him. “Why did you call me angel? Did you bring me here?” you demand.

Zoro rises his brows and bends towards your face. “Because you look and smell like one, and yes I did” he says. “Aren’t you pure? You smell pure”. You swallow and begin walking backwards. Zoro follows you. “Pure? Why did you bring me here?” you ask. “Pure… as if no one has ever… touched your skin. And I brought you here because you told me you were going to show me that thing… the moon” Zoro responds, taking his hand closer to your waist. You are panting, you are scared yet fighting against the real need of him touching you.

Walking back, even more so he doesn’t touch you… back, back… “Angel!!” Zoro shouts as the ground beneath your feet turns into void, and you fall into the lake.

Everything turns blurry when your body submerges into the water. You don’t really know how to swim, the fine silk of your clothes flow all around you. You can only see the moon shining through the bubbles.

Suddenly, you are being pulled up by your waist. Oxygen, air. You take a big gasp of air. Strong, big biceps around your frame got you up. Zoro’s body pressed against yours. “You idiot, you don’t know how to swim” he scolds you, moving your wet strands of hair out of the way. You spit some water and realize Zoro has saved you.

For a moment both of you rest on each other’s stare, bathed by the bright moon above you. Fireflies dance around you. The crickets play a melody, and the frogs do the chorus. Zoro slowly slides the side of your wet kimono to discover the sun mark on your shoulder. “So pretty” he mumbles and traces the figure with his calloused fingers. “Why am I so attracted to it?”.

Your lips barely apart feel the tingling need to connect with Zoro’s. “This is a sin, this a sin” you repeat yourself. “A sin?” he asks. Soon you realize you have been repeating it out loud.

“Ha… want me to show you what’s a sin, little angel?”

Zoro lifts you up and sits you on a pair of rocks. He is still inside the water, and quickly takes his yukata off. Zoro throws the cloth off the water and smirks at you. “Your body is a whole sin, angel. Look at how pretty it is” he says. Your lips are trembling, you are breathing hard. This is a feeling you have never experienced before… you should stop…

...but you want this.

Zoro points at your body so you see it. You realize your silky kimono has turned completely see through because of the water. The clothes stick to your skin showing every piece of your anatomy. It turns cold, so something gets hard on your chest. Are these “nipples”? You try to remember the anatomy books you have read before coming to earth.

Zoro swims closer and grabs your knees. He spreads your legs so he could fit in between them. He passes his hands around your waist, and slowly approaches his lips to your belly. The green haired samurai plants a kiss over a little indentation you have. “I have a navel…?” you think, you wouldn’t believe an angel would have one. You weren’t born as a human; you were born as pure light. A light that soon will be stained by pure darkness.

But the kiss sends sensations directly to a place you don’t really know you had. Zoro smirks at you, a purple aura around him once again, when he notices you have discovered your most intimate zone. “So pure you didn’t even know you had this…” he mumbles and relishes, as the violet aura grows bigger around him.

“I want you to be my perfect sin, pure… so pure”.

He takes his nose to your thighs and smells your skin, while his hands slowly snake inside the wet kimono covering them. The three earrings tickle your skin, and your squirm with the single grazing of those hands. “What is this feeling? Why do I want it so bad if… if it’s not ok?” you keep asking yourself while the man in between your legs has already lifted your clothes. His prominent fangs grow even bigger, so big you can notice them with the slightest movement of his lips.

“Auch!” you whine when those fangs carved its form into your inner thigh flesh. “Hhhhg… you taste so good” he grunts. “Zoro-san… I shouldn’t…” you mumble, this is a sin. This is a sin…But Zoro keeps biting your skin, leaving marks all over your skin. Acting like a beast, like a… demon.

His face approaches that place, that place you didn’t know you have. He gloats at your saintly anatomy. His tongue approaches your entrance. You gasp. An exquisite sensation invades your whole body. You feel as if a shadow begins to crawl up on you.

“Ryu… Zoro…” you moan. You don’t even understand what this is, but you don’t want him to stop. Not yet. Please don’t… “I’ve been told virgins taste amazingly, but you are on a whole new level… what are you?” he says, muzzled by your core while desperately devouring you entirely. He pants as well as you, sometimes he looks at you and fixes both of his eyes. He struggles to keep the scarred one closed.

“I’m gonna ruin your angelic innocence… I’m gonna…” he grunts and gets out of the water. In a sudden motion his body is over you and pins your wrists against the rocks. His chest goes up and down, he drools over you. He drools so much he has to wipe away his saliva with his hand.

Zoro attacks your mouth; his fangs graze your lips. His tongue violates your cave and plays with your shy tongue. He breathes into you, and you breathe into him. The veins on his hand become swollen, nails grow just enough to look like subtle claws. Claws he uses to rip your damped clothes.

A devilish smirk drawn into his face when your body gets served before his eyes. Zoro laughs because he is about to rip away all of your light. You can’t stop him, and frankly you don’t want to. You have forgotten about sins, about disobeying any rules. There is something so tempting about this man… man?

He is not a man… “What are you, Zoro-San? Humans don’t look like that… don’t they?”

As his mouth attacks your chest, nibbling, licking, drooling over the taste of your skin, his arms and legs changes colors. Black patterns appear, just like tattoos. They look like <karakusa>, winding plants that grow from members whose skin is completely turned into an intense black. That purple aura grows bigger around him and includes you in it.

“What… What are you, Zoro?” you ask once again, trying to hold the man still to stop biting your skin. He places one of hands over your mouth, nails grazing your cheek. “Shut up, you little thing… you are willingly giving me all your pureness ok?” he says, clenching his teeth together. You look at him, lost into the need to keep feeling his tongue on your nipples and scared as hell. “Answer me!” he shouts. You nod until he takes his hand off your mouth. “I want … I want it” you mumble while your tongue burns, your throat too. Your skin is on fire…

Throbbing phallic object pressed against your belly. Zoro’s earrings graze the side of your mandible as he keeps biting your neck. He smells, licks, and nibbles your skin. “Delicious, why are you so delicious?” he insists. You, on the other hand, are unable to speak. His huge hand grabs your neck as he does what he wants with your body. He moves back and forth, jerking his own member against your lower stomach. His mouth goes lower and lower, leaving your flesh shiny of his saliva. Your nipples hurt, his sharp fangs have sucked and bite them all until you can even process what is that feeling. Is this pleasure? is this pain? what is this?

“I’d love to stick my fingers inside you but I’m afraid I’m gonna ruin you, and that’s something I want my dick to do with you” he whispers while he crawls back to the side of your ear. “Ruin?” you mumble, confused, and yet not scared. “You know nothing, don’t you? You are such an innocent creature…” he says and licks the side of your mouth.

Pure lust in Zoro’s eye. He tries to keep the other closed, yet a little red shine escapes his eyelid. He kneels in between your spread legs and takes his member with his hands. Precum dripping from it, he jerks back and forth. His whole crotch skin has become dark like onyx, his muscles are hard. Hard as his sex.

Zoro licks his teeth, hurting his own tongue with one of his fangs and a little drop of dark thick and opaque blood runs through the side of his mouth to his chin. And the blood is not red, but ichor, ichor the same blood as yours yet is not golden… “Zoro-san… are you… a demon?”

And Zoro simply smiles as horns sprout from his head, in between long and soft locks of green hair. “The Dark Lord would be so proud of me fucking a little virgin like you” he says and violently penetrates you. Your nails carve the rock where you are lying, you bite your lip. It feels painfully pleasant. Suddenly the scent of his skin does not terrify you, but instead makes you want him even more, lust for him.

The man -demon- moves in and out of you, rough, feral like a beast. You let your body be taken right away, your vision gets blurry as the man inside you grunts like a creature. You can see how he throws his head back, his huge muscular frame blocking the moon on the sky. His hands grabbing you tight, his nails carving the side of your waist. Your heels pressing against his back.

“So tight…” he growls as he pushes himself deeper inside of you, as your clenching walls allow him to. You pant, moan, get dragged into the original sin… with a demon. Something inside you creates pressure, you tremble, you feel like you are about to explode. “Ryu…Zoro-san”

Suddenly, completely turned into a demon, surprisingly even more handsome than before, Zoro sits on the rock and pulls you up. You end up sitting over his thighs, still with his dick inside. His claws engraved on the small of your back. Your lover attacks your mouth, you keep up with his lustful rhythm, lascivious tongue motion, saliva mixing with the remaining demon blood. And every time your mouth touches the fluid, it burns, but it burns so good.

“Why don’t you come, huh?” he says, muzzled by your lustful lips. “I’m… what.. is… coming?” you ask. He smirks and grabs your cheeks in between two fingers, claws leaving little marks on your skin.

“Let me show you, Flar… Angel” he says as his hips buckle up and down, up, and down. Hard, quick, violently, mercilessly, drinking all of your purity. Zoro bites softly the sun mark on your shoulder as he lets himself go. Your body feels light, your eyes thrown back, everything bursting inside you, losing complete control of your body. Your eyes fixed on your lover’s, even on the red one. And suddenly, you two recognize someone who you haven’t ever seen before…

“Ryuma…” you shout as you reach climax and spread your wings, unable to hide them anymore. “Flare...!” he mumbles as he reaches climax too. Zoro flooding your insides with a warm sticky substance that feels wonderfully filling, you panting lost into his eyes.

Ryuma… Flare… it’s been so long my love…

Both of you rest your foreheads on each other’s, smiling, drunk with pleasure and love… Love? Who is Ryuma? Who is Flare? You don’t know, yet you can’t call the other another name.

But, for some reason none of you dare to ask anything else. Instead, Zoro lifts you up and takes you in his arms. “Let’s rest there” he says, pointing towards a little cabin behind the waterfall. You nod, still unable to process you have just committed one of the worst sins.

You discover inside the cabin that Zoro has gathered a few red fabrics from the shrine. Sacred, for sure. He slowly lets you over them. His horns hide, and his skin turns tanned again. You still don’t hide your wings, you haven’t noticed.

“Those… those are so pretty…” he whispers. And you suddenly realized about the prominence on your back. You can’t speak, but instead get lost in his eyes. He smiles, lovingly and sits in front of you wrapping his strong arms around you.

Zoro kisses your sun mark, while your hand grazes his moon mark. Flashes come to your eyes whenever you both touch your marks at the same time…

“Ryuma, it’s me” you mumble. He looks at you, dumbfounded by your precious white wings, yet sure he loves you. “Am I Ryuma? Why… Why do I feel love for you? Your wings…” he whispers. You, completely sure you love this creature, rest your forehead on his shoulder bathed by an argent shine that filters through the window of the cabin.

Zoro, not really sure why has the need to speak, says “Flare… you have become an angel…”. “You remember me?” you smile, happy your husband has finally recognized you. “What have you done, Ryuma? Why did you ended up being a demon? Don’t tell me you have lost your way to heaven…”. Zoro looks at you, blushing because that’s true.

“I missed you so much…” you tell him. “Me too, my love…” he whispers. You both lie countless minutes into each other’s arms in complete silence, enjoying your companies.

“That’s the moon?” Zoro asks. “Yes, my love. Icy and shiny as your eyes” you tell him, kissing his cheek. Love, pure love. Love…

But the ice moon suddenly turns into a red moon… red like human blood. Red, menacing, scolding. The surroundings turn cold, cold like snow. A shiver runs through your spine and your wings surround him. You feel the need to protect him for what’s coming.

A tear runs through your cheek because you know... “Ryuma… they have come to take me… my wings. It’s all over now” you whisper. You are an angel and broke each one of the sacred rules… and what the text you should recite before coming to earth hides, is a much worse punishment than not being able to ever enter heaven again.

“Ryuma… They are coming to take my wings”

Zoro stands up suddenly, quickly turns himself into his demon form. Combative, ready to fight. “No, I won’t lose you… not again” he states. “Let’s go, I’ll protect you no matter what” he says, covering you with his green cape and taking his three Katanas. “But… you…” you say.

“No, you don’t understand. I will never ever again lose you. I don’t really know why I’m saying this, but I’ll fight against heaven and hell if it's necessary…”

[To be continued]

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turnupswritessometimes · 5 years

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Banana Fish - AshEiji - Skipping Stones - Ch2

Title: Skipping Stones

Part: 2/?

Word Count: 2231

Description: A collection of oneshots filling in some scenes that probably didn't happen in between episodes/scenes, but that I like to think did because these boys need to talk to each other.

Edit: This fic is also available on A03 under the same name. I would post a direct link but Tumblr then doesn’t put the post in searches so..

Eiji was pulled back from the comfort of his dreams by someone shaking his shoulders. It felt as though he was being pulled from a deep, dark, comfortable hole and he groaned in protest.

He was shushed. It seemed so urgent that his eyes snapped open.

Ash was kneeling in front of him, with narrowed eyes. His mouth was drawn in a straight line. That was a serious face.

"What's wrong?" Eiji whispered. He was imagining guns trained on them. Armed men waiting beyond the doors of the van. Surely Shorter would be better for something like that?

"Come on," was all Ash hissed back. He gave Eiji's shoulder a final shake, before he stood and crossed the back of the van.

They had stopped for the night at a gas station. Max and Ibe slumped together in the front, the boys lying in a mess of blankets in the back. Eiji couldn't remember the last time he shared a bed before all this and now he was sharing the floor of a van.

A van going to Los Angeles because they had to find information to bring a mob boss down.

He had been trying not to think about what was happening around him. If he thought about it, then he had to think about home and Ibe sending him back.

He had to think about if he would make it back home.

Instead, he started across the van, stepping lightly over Shorter's snoring body. The early morning light came streaming through the back.

Ash was resting against the back, arms crossed. Eiji gathered that they weren't being shot down and rested his arms on the half cover at the back.

"What's wrong?" he asked again, scanning the line of pine trees that surrounded the gas station. The smell of them was thick in the air.

"Do you need help down or something?" Ash asked. "I said come on."

Eiji swung his legs over the back, landing on the ground with a decided thump. He hadn't so much as looked at Ash again before the blonde was started over to the tree lines determinedly.

Part of him didn't want to follow. Part of him said that Ash didn't want him following him around all the time. Another part said that he shouldn't follow Ash around all the time. People died around him. Surely he was his own person, he could make his own decisions. He could be strong and say no and go back to sleep.

But he could make his own decisions. And his decision was to follow Ash through the car park.

His hair caught the dawn light, reflecting back peaches and pinks so that he almost looked like he was glowing. Eiji couldn’t stop staring at him.

The light disappeared as they headed underneath the trees, the crisp air sharpening to a chill against Eiji's bare arms. He wished he had thought to bring a jumper.

"You're being cryptic this morning," he said, because the hairs on the back of his neck were pickling. Ash wasn't acting as though he was expecting an ambush at any second, but there was a reason for everything Ash did, even kissing Eiji. The reason was always tied into something much bigger. A very early morning walk could be an intel mission for all Eiji knew.

"I don't talk in the morning," Ash replied over his shoulder. A shoulder clad in a hoodie.

"Same," Eiji said, and he heard a snort from Ash. "So why are you dragging me out here?"

"Because this could be our last chance to get some alone time," Ash said. He finally stopped, but just for long enough so that he could turn and wink at Eiji, a wolf-like grin on his face. "Sweetie."

Heat flooded Eiji's cheeks and he looked away. Just the word brought it all back. Ash's hand on his cheek - Ash's hand on his butt. Ash’s eyes making his heart leap like he was a puppet on a string.

"This is as far as we'll go," Ash continued speaking. "It's as good as place as any."

"Do I really have to ask what I’m doing here again?" Eiji looked up at Ash, feeling himself smile and not knowing why.

"Practice," Ash said, and at Eiji's blank stare reached into the hem of his ripped jeans. "Shooting practice."

And there was his gun, reflecting the light with a single shine.

"Oh," Eiji wasn't sure what else he was expecting. What else he was hoping. He clenched his fists for a brief second, before he took the gun. It was cold and just as heavy as he remembered it. He wasn't sure he liked it - he still remembered Shorter's hands around his - forcing the trigger down and -

But he also remembered Ash's arms around him, guiding him to the target. Ash's breath on his neck and his laugh in his ear.

He forced himself to smile again and raised an eyebrow at Ash. "And what? You're the target?"

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ash said and for one, wonderful moment they both laughed.

Then he stepped to the left, so that his chest faced Eiji, and pointed to a pine tree in front of them.

"Aim for that knot in the tree," he said, his voice dropping. "Or just the tree in general."

Eiji opened his mouth to say that he wasn't an awful shot, but he really had no idea how good or bad he was, so closed his mouth again and lifted the gun.

Without a word, there was Ash's hands, adjusting his elbow and straightening his shoulders. Ash’s hands were on his bare skin.

"The longer you spend aiming, the harder it will get," he said, one hand holding Eiji's wrist up. "Be as quick as you can."

Eiji had read that it was easiest to time it with his breathing. He lined up the gun with the knot, breathed out, fired.

The bang sent a flock of nearby birds into the wind. It seemed like an explosion to Eiji's tired mind. Wood sprung from the tree in a small explosion of splinters.

Only it was a sizeable distance above the knot he had been aiming for.

"Good try," Ash said. He sounded earnest, but as soon as Eiji glanced at him with one eyebrow raised dubiously, he burst out laughing.

Eiji didn't think about it, he nudged Ash's chest with his elbow and muttered "shut up," even though he was grinning too.

Then he realised what had happened and felt his heart begin to race and his cheeks begin to burn. He raised the gun again to put it in the past and never think about again.

"You know," he said with Ash's hand on his lower back. "It would be a lot easier to aim faster without you getting in the way."

"I don't want you to dislocate your shoulder or something stupid."

"What about your shoulder? How is it? Feeling better?" Eiji asked, taking his eyes of the tree. Ash's eyes were the same colour as the green around them.

"It's not a big deal, really."

"You got shot!"

"You're not focusing on the target, Eiji," Ash said. Eiji couldn't pinpoint when he had first started saying his name, or when he had first started saying his name like that. "There’s no time for chit chat in a gunfight.”

Eiji allowed himself to pout for a moment, before he turned back to the tree, adjusted his aim and fired again.

The second gunshot seemed even louder than the first.

He was closer to the target this time, but his arm had strayed to the right. Away from Ash.

"I fired a gun that day," he said. Ash had gone to pull away, but his fingers sat there patiently, waiting for an explanation. "When you got shot, when you gave me that gun - I shot it at a man." Ash was silent and his gaze was blazing like Greek fire. Eiji forced himself to smile slightly. "Shorter did, really. I had just flung it out in front of me - I don't think I'd even planned to shoot it - but he had one too and he was pointing it at me and I couldn't think what to do. Shorter shot it for me."

"Did it kill him?"

"I don't know. Probably."

Ash didn't say anything. His eyes were unreadable as he scanned Eiji's face. His fingertips still rested on his back and wrist, the touch so light that it tingled.

He started to ask what was wrong, but he couldn't manage it. His lips stayed parted as he stared back. Those eyes had a way of trapping him, even with the blonde strands being blown gently across Ash's forehead.

"I want to show you something," he finally said and plucked the gun from Eiji's fingers.

"But I haven't hit the knot yet."

"I know."

He was already tucking the gun into the back of his jeans.

"Do you just expect me to follow you everywhere?" Eiji asked.

"Why not? You've followed me everywhere so far," Ash said. He leant against the tree, turning back to Eiji. It may have just been a trick of the light, but his eyes sparkled.

Eiji shrugged, it was true, and started forwards, the pine needles soft and squishy beneath his feet.

“Are we switching targets?” he asked.

Ash didn’t reply, he just kept walking through the trees like he was weaving in and out of people at a party. He glanced back occasionally to make sure that Eiji was still behind him and every time Eiji found himself smiling back.

He thought that they were coming up to a clearing, because the trees stopped a way ahead of Ash, but when he caught up to him, standing on the edge of the treeline, he found he was wrong. They were stood at the edge of an outcrop. The ground beneath them dropped lazily in rocky chunks. Eiji’s trainer kicked a pinecone off the edge and it went tumbling down.

It was the view that drew his attention. The town they had just driven through was built on a collection of hills and now they saw the whole place at once. From here, it looked like a child’s toy – all perfect white houses and broccoli-like trees. It was more like a drawing or a painting than reality. The entire town was set against the morning sky, the sun just starting to peak through and stain the sky with blue.

“It’s – incredible,” Eiji breathed.

“I know,” Ash was leaning against a tree, because he didn’t seem to be able to stand upright of his own accord.

“How did you know this was here?”

“I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know anything about this,” when Eiji raised his eyebrows, Ash laughed out loud. He flicked his fringe from his eyes, turning the strands into rays of sunlight for a second. “I just wanted to find something cool to look at. To get out of that clearing.”

Eiji looked at him, a smile bubbling over his face.

“You’re weird.”

“You too.”

Ash hooked an arm around Eiji’s shoulders, knocking him off balance slightly so that he fell against him. Without thinking, Eiji reached a hand up and, without thinking again, his fingers were suddenly intertwined with Ash’s. He was leaning his weight against him, his hair flopping into his eyes so that he had to look through inky black strands at the sky.

“I love this,” he said, his voice a murmur. It was mainly to himself, but his mouth was grazing Ash’s ear and he heard. Eiji knew because his hands were given a gentle squeeze.

“Same,” Ash said.

Eiji somehow wound up with his head on Ash’s shoulder, his worn hoodie feeling like a comfort blanket against his cheek. A strand of gold mingled with the black of his own hair. It looked beautiful, but he couldn’t explain why. He couldn’t explain the warm feeling in his chest.

“This week – I know – I mean, I don’t know what we’ll find in L.A,” his voice was low, a tired, make-no-effort voice. “But I’ve had this calm over me. It all seems far away – New York too. It’s like some no-man’s land. It’s been almost like a road trip with our weird uncles. Like normal teenagers do.”

Eiji laughed into Ash’s hair.

“Weird uncles?”

“Ibe is yours, Max is mine.”

“Oh yeah?”

“They’re trying to be supportive of their sons coming out.”

Eiji buried his face into Ash’s shoulder to hide his giggling. The idea was starting to appeal to him – the running joke made him smile. It made his chest flutter in a way he was starting to enjoy. He was starting to want to believe the joke.

He opened his mouth to ask – if Ash had really meant it when he had said he would date Eiji – then he closed it. He didn’t want to pop that bubble. He wanted to stay in this moment, with Ash’s arm around him, still wondering if Ash’s heart was racing like his was.

Some things it was better not to know.

So he stayed quiet, his fingers in a tangle with Ash’s, watching the sun rise over some distant town, Banana Fish and L.A and New York all far, far away.

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sparklezoi · 6 years

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Can Love Survive? Ch2

Because you’ve been good and I was putting off cleaning, you guys get to read another chapter already! Yay!

If you need to go back and catch up, you can find my previous fic “Crazy” and the first chapter of this fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Yagi

There wasn’t much furniture in the apartment: a gray faux suede loveseat and sturdy wooden dining table with two mismatching chairs in the living/dining area, a full-sized bed with a bookcase headboard and a small chest of drawers in the bedroom, and in the bathroom just a small storage cabinet, all picked up at Goodwill. The only electronics in the place so far were a compact microwave and a clock radio; the TV would wait until Kurt had enough to buy a modestly-sized flatscreen. There were exactly five outfits in the closet, five pairs of socks and underwear in the chest of drawers and three pairs of shoes lined up on the closet floor. The only decorations were the drawings Zarah had done for him and a couple of pictures the two had taken together and had printed out on photo paper. Many of the (seldom matching) housewares such as dishes, towels, shower curtain, etc. were donated. One of the neighbors across the hall had been kind enough to buy him a couple of bags of groceries to get him started, and a couple of others gifted him with dishes of tuna casserole and macaroni and cheese. Despite the poor area and the fact his living space was Spartan compared to the luxury he had grown up in, Kurt was already starting to accept this place would be his home for a while. He was lucky to have gotten one so soon; had he turned down this apartment it could have been a year or more before he got another chance.

His first night in the new place was strange; he had gotten so used to the thin foam mattresses and flat pillows of the hospital and boarding home that his innerspring mattress and fluffy new pillow made him feel like he was sinking. After lying awake for a half hour tossing, turning and rearranging to try to get comfortable, he banished himself to the living room and lay down on the loveseat. At first he rested his head on one arm of the couch and draped his long legs over the other, but by the time he managed to fall asleep he had somehow managed to fold himself to fit tightly curled on the cushions with only a striped throw pillow underneath his head.

Kurt was awakened not by the alarm on the clock radio, but by the sound of the tumblers in the front door lock turning over. Someone was trying to get into his apartment. With the size of the place he was able to quickly and quietly get himself up and over against the wall by the door just as it started to open. He took hold of the arm that pushed it open, threw the person attached to it to the floor and was on top of them in an instant. In the light that streamed in from the hallway he could make out a youthful face, and the body underneath him was short and slight. A teenager?

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. It wasn’t as if he had anything worth stealing.

“I-I come here sometimes when my parents put me out,” the intruder said. “You live here?”

“I do now.”

“Well, I’ll just go, then… find a new place to crash… if you would kindly get off me.”

He took a moment to frisk the intruder to make sure there were no weapons before he got up and flipped on the lightswitch beside the door.

“You’re a girl,” was the first thing he noticed. The second was the split lip and large purple shiner on her right eye.

“Last time I checked,” she said, pointedly ignoring the hand Kurt put out to help her off the floor and standing on her own.

“Did your parents do that to your face?”

“What do you care?” she asked, a bit loudly for the middle of the night. “I just broke into your apartment!”

“You were only looking for a place to go,” Kurt said, much more calmly and quietly. “What’s your name?”

“Is this some kind of macho male fantasy you have of saving me from my parents, and then I’m supposed to be so grateful I come and live with you and be your girlfriend?” she asked. “‘Cuz, like, I’m fifteen and you’ve gotta be…” She figured by his gray hair he had to be at least her dad’s age!

“I’m involved,” he said. He didn’t mention the fact it was with someone only a couple of years older than she was. “I’m only trying to help. You can’t seriously expect me to see you in this condition and do nothing.”

“You think you’re the first person to try to help? My parents are experts at lying their way out of these things.”

The thought of going over there and threatening the girl’s parents did occur to him, but he couldn’t risk getting himself in trouble helping this stranger whom, it also occurred to him, could just as well be lying about her circumstances.

“First thing first, we have to get you looked at and your injuries documented,” he said. “Do you have a phone?”

“Don’t you?”

In truth, Kurt had recently acquired one of those, but it lay on top of the chest of drawers in the bedroom, and he wasn’t about to turn his back on her and leave her alone in the room.

“Let’s use yours.”

“If it didn’t get crushed and broken when you threw me on the ground,” she grumbled as she pulled the device out of her pocket. “Ohmygod, you cracked my screen! Look at this! Look what you did!”

“Considering you broke into my apartment first, I think we’re just about even.” He took the phone from her and opened the camera function, gently lifting her face into the light to get better pictures of the wounds. “I’m Kurt, by the way.”

The girl sighed and tucked her long, lank, dark brown hair behind her ears. “Britney,” she replied, “Like the singer. Are you finished?” Kurt snapped one more photo and then nodded. He was debating whether it was enough of an emergency to contact 911 when she interrupted, “Hospital number’s in my contacts under ‘Angela’ in case my parents look in it.”

He opened the contacts and, sure enough, there was an Angela in there, labeled simply “Angela M.” That would be Angel of Mercy, if he had to guess. He called the contact and tried to explain to the woman who answered what had happened. He left out the part where Britney had broken in, and instead just said she had come to his door seeking help.

“Could you send an ambulance right away?”

“No!” she protested, eyes large with alarm. “Those cost so much. Why can’t you just take me?”

“Because I don’t have a car,” he admitted.

“Then let’s call an Uber. They take me there, it’s like twenty bucks. The ambulance does, it’s more like two thousand.”

“All right, no ambulance,” he said into the phone. “We’ll be there at the speed of Uber.”

Which was not nearly as fast as he would have expected. Britney had taken her phone back and pulled up the Uber app, but nearby rides in this part of town at this time of night were hard to come by. Probably the only people even out getting Ubers this time of night were drunks needing picking up from the bar. It took half an hour just to find a nearby car to do the pickup, and it would be another six before the car got there. Fortunately Kurt had been sleeping in a gray t-shirt and gray plaid pajama pants, so he wouldn’t be indecent (since he still didn’t want to leave her in the room alone while he went to change.) For her part, Britney was wearing a pink tank top and coordinating striped capri pants that could very well have also been pajamas. The night was a bit cool, but she wasn’t shivering yet. Where was that car?

“Here it comes,” he said more to himself than to her.

It was a red Toyota Camry, Britney noted, just like the app said, and as it drew closer she was able to compare the license plate to the one on the screen. She opened the rear passenger side door and climbed in without hesitation. Kurt opened the front passenger door to get in, not trusting a vulnerable teenaged girl in a strange car with a strange man. Besides which, he was starting to feel just a bit respon-

The thought was left unfinished in his mind as the interior lights illuminated the driver. Sapphire eyes peered out of a light-complected, sharp-featured face crowned with a head of long auburn curls spilling over his shoulders.

“Nephrite?”

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