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thewriterg · 5 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.1

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; new recruits, questions, and a bag of tricks

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n; my toxic trait is starting a new series before finishing my other ones 😊 | chasin chaos masterlist

“Sergeant Mactavish, Werewolf.” The brunette held his hand out clawed fingers reaching about for the lieutenant who barely spared it a glance before looking back towards his sergeant and captain who smirked or started back at him smugly your presence lacking completely which was uncommon even if you weren’t meeting the eye he could feel your presence today it was gone but he temporarily stopped himself from dawning on it while words spewed from his lips

“Where’d you find this guy?” The gruff voice drizzled over the sassy reply made Gaz bight back a chuckle

“At the end of a rainbow” The harpy replied smartly his arms crossed over his chest feathers lying delicately over the surface of his forearms slightly lighter than the ones on his back where his wings sat it’s trail coming curtly to an end when it reached his the front of his wrist that damned fitted cap resting around his head in its common home ground talons tapping one of the many quills the sound almost sounding if he were thunking a table having his feathers harden on command just for the sake of it a quirk you could say

“Worth his weight in gold mind you” Price offered eyes not looking up from some type of notes he were reading over thick pear and moss mixed green colored horns sitting adorned on his well kept hair curling slightly forward and up Ghost could tell he was wearing an older shirt since there were two holes cut out instead of one for his stray wing that still sat strong spar bones matching the color of his horns and furless tail while the mainsail resembled a more dirty rag cream color

“They said it not me” Soap grinned mock waving off the compliment quirking the damned thick bushy brow of his the only one with a slit slicing right through the point of the arch while the hulking man sighed heavily dragging a hand over his covered face balaclava with a simple print of his actual hard mask a skull

“Fuckin’ hell… you follow orders?” The muffled voice was not a mere obstacle for the hybrid to hear the slight pointed ears on the side of his face doing their job well to listen

“I well trained if that’s what you’re asking. Sit, stay, paw, jump, roll over, I know ‘em all.” The brunette looked off mocking a ponderous expression counting off on his fingers the canines in his mouth slightly showing even though they were retracted

“Real bag of tricks, aren’t you?” The instinct in the sergeant perked up as you suddenly trailed beside ghost surprised that he hadn’t been able to pick up your presence or at least your scent quicker like he had with Ghost especially since they were so… different not having a face to match with your cooled voice since it seemed you also favored a balaclava yours simply plain black yet he didn’t mind just gave him two sheets to play at once…

Raking eyes over your figure the man determined you were a looker for sure yet he didn’t miss how the other silently agreed

“My apologies miss, I dinae get your name” Soap stated a now gentle smile resting on his face that you seemingly ignored accent seeping through a little more and as more time went on the more he could smell the authority coming from you and Ghost it was a little less than Price yet more than Gaz and the other recruits around base

“Depends who you ask. What’s the role you’ve had in your pack?” You questioned eyes low that he could see through the gap in your mask where your sight shone through staring him down almost as if you could see right through his soul yet he kept his quirky grin Mohawk stopping just below the base of his neck a small piece of stray hair lying against his forehead thick fluffy tail perking up slightly swaying against the back of his thighs cargo pants dipping in the back just below his tail

“I’ve been in a few packs could be an alpha, beta, omega if you wanted me to… but I seen you have your roles sorted. I’ve got no problem bein’ ah pup miss” You roll your eyes at that while the brunette winks you swiftly trail away dragging Ghost away with you picking up Price on the way while both men let you drag them along their hulking figure’s towering over your back boots slightly thumping against the floor before your figures disappear within the halls he turns to the crow who’s fiddling with the screen of his phone

“You ever feel left out of somethin’?” Soap questions and Gaz suddenly stands a small smirk on his face as he rakes his eyes over the wolf before shaking his head

“There’s enough for everyone to get their fill, you’ll be next soon enough” Without an explanation the sergeant was already trailing away opposite of where you had gone leaving him alone

But never for too long

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“It’s rude to stare sergeant” Ghost grunted gruffly after jamming his janky locker shut barely giving Soap enough time to look at his shadows slipping from under his glove some looking like it was traveling farther up almost resembling veins while the rest began to make a small cloud on his wrist until he shoved his sleeve over the sight unapologetic about the whole thing barely looking over his shoulder to acknowledge the wolf as he stood behind him

“Just tryin’ ta figure you out, Lt.” He grins tail becoming livelier as it perks up behind his back before it reluctantly lowers still up and lively

“I’m well traveled, seen a lot of things, met a lot of people. Never smelt anythin’ like you… or Flatline for that matter” A slightly clawed finger rests curled on his chin tail gently flapping up and down it had been a little over a week since he was recruited it didn’t take long for him to find out your name or call sign that might have well been your name since no one seemed to know it just by the brief description of eerie, bold eyes, and a mask to cover you face, he got the answer of either Ghost or Flatline

“Hell of a compliment soldier” The blonde resorts almost sarcastically finally looking over his broad shoulder to lock eyes with the brunette and he waves him off finally stepping closer to the skull mask wearing man deciding by his side was the best place to stand and if he noted the smoke trying to spill from his pockets where he had his hands shoved deeply he didn’t say anything about it

“Och, you know I dinnae mean it that way. Can’t blame me for bein’ interested, I never packed with a wraith hybrid before… or a phoenix thought they were bedtime stor-”

“Not hybrids” Ghost cuts off the scott before he can dig any deeper and he furrowed his eyebrows questioning if he had heard right if his ears were failing him or not with a small ‘what’ spilled from his lips

“We’re not hybrids.”

“No shit? What the hell is tha’ like?” Swiftly Simon was in front of him eyes bold yet precise slicing right through him while Johnny’s gaze slightly widened at the quick movement his boots not even so much a squeaking against the ground a bit of the air currents flowing against Soaps slight shorter form

“You ever shut up Mactavish?” He somewhat seethed and the wolf was back to sly grin in less than minute, the grin that showed his canines in the full well kept facial hair adorning his structure even more, the grin the wraith wanted to wipe of his fucking face to be exact.

“Only when people make me.” Soap implied looking up slightly to address his superior with a voice that would make other feverish or peely in his terms that damned drunken grin still on his lips while Ghost practically stared him down eyes slightly squinted thoughts brewing behind those sharp, precise eyes of his that the Scott couldn’t wait to hear of tail swaying behind him with a bit more speed than before but of course his Lt. was a tease and put all his weight on one foot to turn walking out of the locker room without so much a grunt but he liked the chase

And so did superiors

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“It’s an in and out mission that I’m sure you could do on your own, however I don’t need higher ups on my ass about favoritism. You’ll grab a few normals and head Midwest in the states to Chicago. One out of three missiles resigns with one of the biggest weapons busts in America that’s supposedly on its way over to Russia package delivery for a friend of ours… Makarov.” The air in the room shifted at the name drop of a once friend fallen foe even though You and Prices shoulders were up at the mere mention of Russia itsself you had a love hate relationship with meeting room as you got passed a file over things you truly didn’t need to go over things that a rookie could even fill in the blanks for

“This will either be the easiest sail of your life or your standing on the line of death, you all know your first priority even though I know you don’t want to hear it. Push come to shove the normals go first.” The older short cut haired woman looked at You, Price, and Ghost especially Soap noticed it confused him at first the wraith and phoenix at least, two lieutenants in such a small base or at least a small base that wasn’t Air Force but it made sense to him shortly after when he peeked in on occasional training sessions thought out a week You and Ghost switched groups between normals and weaker hybrids both favoring one group more than the other deep down and then at the end of the week bring them together to spar

“Wheels up at 04:00 tomorrow I’m sure you’ll have your picks by then.” Laswell sighed looking around the table for any objections your sitting between Soap and Gaz while Price and Ghost are sitting on the opposite side of the rounded table one of your legs are crossed under your form while the other is propped up you have your arms wrapped around it and your covered chin is lying on your knee and without another word she grabbed her laptop and exited room something about a ball and chain to her desk

The wolf and harpy are first to get up from their seats and the winged hybrid doesn’t go before gently brushing his fingers against your arm migrating towards the exit even though he’s stopped shortly by a shit eating grin and swaying tail conversation quickly taking place between the two

“So, what do you think?” Price hums both him and Simon approaching your seat as you began to stand rolling your shoulders eyes low beneath your mask it was still early in the day only 13:27 you had a training group normals at 14:15 sharp anyone who was a minute late got to run laps around base even if they weren’t hybrids or the ‘superior’ race in the field you couldn’t determine if you were fighting a hybrid or a normal and if you babied them because they were weaker than a super they wouldn’t have a fighting chance against one.

“He asks a lot of questions” Ghost responds curtly while the older man takes no offense to it producing a chuckle from the back of his throat taking out a cigar from his breast pocket in his vest holding out the thick brown lump filled with nicotine out to the blonde who responded by taking out a silver lighter snapping the cover back quickly as it produced a flame its front covered by an ace card with its main attraction being a skull the drug lights aflame a small hissing sound coming from it when the salt and pepper haired hybrid took a drag

“Comes with the package. Wolves don’t like uncertainty in the pack dynamic.”

“He knew you and Gaz before he transferred, didn’t he?” You spoke up squinting your eyes at your captain eyelashes mere meters away from kissing your cheek standing the only way he could get a read on you and Simon he usually says ‘those eyes can tell you everything and nothing all at once, just gotta watch em.’

“Yes, but you’re both hell of a new variable” Price admits before smugly nudging your shoulders with his strong single wing while Ghost crossed his arms over his chest you roll your eyes stepping away from the pair

“Save your verdicts until you see him in action, he’s a vision in the field.”

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Hey… how yall doing 😅

I haven’t posted since October I missed you writers!

Ermm I’m a year older —Nov 8th— happy belated birthday to me

And that’s about it 😭

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peaches-creek · 4 months

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It had been years since he had last seen you, his girl. You weren’t his girl, but you were his girl. He had only been Jason again for maybe a year or so, leaving the Arkham Knight in the past, and bringing the Red Hood into the light. He was still brining himself back, still having days where he feels nothing but rage. Days where he feels disgust, sadness, trauma. He has to be able to feel those things before he is able to love anyone else, not that he wants anyone else, you are it for him. You loved him for the little Jason that would show up on your doorstep with bruised and scraped knees, a belly needing to be filled. Instead of telling him to find help elsewhere, that you can’t let him in because your father would absolutely flip, you quietly let him in.

As he sits on your little twin bed, he takes in your room and pays attention to the small things. The pretty little pink flowers on your sheets, the Justin Bieber poster beside your desk. He scoffs at that. He notices the little finger paintings your younger sister made you, the well loved stuffed animals, and the little tea cup set you had at your play table. The last thing he payed attention to, while you gathered as many band-aids aid alcohol pads as your little 9 year old hands could hold, was all the knitted scarves and hats you had around your room. One was pink, another blue with a white rim, many rainbow colored ones, but the one that looked the warmest, was the red one. It had a white Pom-pom on top with little red laces on the bottom to tie it tight around your squishy little face. He imagined you in it, with your puffy cheeks. You scurry back into the room.

“Okay so these kinda sting,’’ you say ripping open an alcohol wipe, “I can hold your hand if you want.” You were half teasing. You did want to hold his hand but you knew he was like a scared rabbit, if you moved too fast he would scamper back into the darkness.

“I think I will manage, barely.” he smirks. He wanted to hold your hand too.

You payed attention to him as well. You payed attention to how his knees weren’t just bruised, but scarred. How his teeth were only a bit crooked. His hair was curly in the most perfect way, with a little curl falling right in front of his face. His freckles and blue eyes. You loved everything about him. You also noticed those pretty little blue eyes looking at your red hat.

“My nana makes those y’know,” you chirp, “she can make you one if you want.”

“I’m all set.” He says, looking away.

“Alright. Well guess what happened the other day! I went to the store and I found…” You rambled on, getting back to doctoring his knees.

He spent the remaining time of the night listening to insignificant stories about your little life. About the silly man you saw wearing a bright yellow suit and pink polka dot shoes. About the stray cat with one eye. He started looking at you again, looking at your funny little bed head, cowlick sticking straight up. Your blue striped pajama set. Bunny slippers. Everything about you was cute, you were only a year or so younger than him.

You met him at the Gotham Public library. You were both looking for books on mythology, he was looking for Greek while you were looking for Norse, different but alike, just like the pair of you. Ever since then, you were always around one another. He walked you home from school, made sure you got into your apartment okay. He would go to the park with you, push you on the swings. He even read you stories when you were sick and your mother let him in to see you. I mean, how could you deny him, he looked like a kicked puppy when he found out you couldn’t play.

You weren’t like the other city kids, you were kind. That’s why he liked you so much. All the obstacles you overcame, and you were still forgiving and patient. He envied that. Everything he went through made him angry and unforgiving. He would tell you about that, but you would just tell him that there’s two sides to every coin, and he didn’t know what the hell that meant. Sometimes you just said stuff.

You finished up with a quick kiss to his knees and exclaimed that you were all done. You turned on your heel and walked right over to the little red hat. You walked right back over to him and put in on his head.

“It’s a little too big for me, but it fits you just right!”

“I can’t take this.” He says, without taking it off.

“Yes, you can.” You quip.

“No I can’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Jason Peter Todd I will win the fight and you know it.” You giggle.

His response is nonverbal, just a huff. You smile.

He moves toward the window in your room, opens it and climbs onto the fire escape. He takes one last look into your lovely room and one last look at your lovely face. He waves his hand at you, beckoning you to come to him. He presses one little kiss to your cheek and quickly, but quietly he shuts the window. Then he’s gone, probably going home, leaving you with a red hot face and a goofy smile.

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rhiaarrow · 1 month

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Today I'm upcycling an old ramble from my notes!

Obviously it's all personal interpretation so feel free to chime in your own takes or correct me if you think I'm really far off with some egg 🙃

So without further ado, here are my personal headcanons of what each egg wears to sleep!

CHAYANNE -

Chayanne just sleeps in a t-shirt of any color and any color of sleep shorts, his ass does not care about pyjama colors just as long as they're comfortable.

He normally knocks out as soon as his head hits the pillow anyway so he couldn't care less what he's wearing and would happily sleep in his regular clothes some days.

Sometimes Phil will braid the top section of Chayanne's hair too after he braids Tallulah's, just to keep it out of his face while he sleeps.

But it's a loose short braid and with the length of Chayanne's hair not all of it can actually make it into the braid so the bottom section always hangs loose regardless of the braid or not.

DAPPER -

Dapper wears a fancy black silk buttoned pyjama shirt with red decals and details but it's always paired with hideously patterned pyjama pants.

They could have anything on them! Cartoon zoo animals, Rainbow zigzags, Multicolor polka dots, Cartoon food items, Tie dyed, Animal print, Fruit print, Old grandma couch print, 80s arcade carpet print, they could just have faces all over them! Literally ANYTHING as long as it doesn't match the pyjama top (because it drives his Dad absolutely crazy and he loves it).

He also wears a pair of thick plain fluffy socks over his feet at night, since demons naturally run cold to deal with the heat of their home, which unfortunately means Dapper having a Demon as his parent (as well as Em and Pomme) gets cold feet during the night if they don't wear fluffy socks.

She also sleeps with her hair tied up in a loose protective bun on top of their head to keep most of it out of his mouth and eyes while he sleeps.

LEONARDA -

Leo sleeps in cartoon patterned pyjamas but not matching sets, ohhhh no, this girl wears pieces from 2 completely separate sets which do not match at all.

For example she might wear bright blue and red spiderman pyjama bottoms paired with a pale purple pyjama shirt with a giant cartoon panda in the middle or a pair of rainbow striped MLP pyjama bottoms with a pyjama shirt covered in hundreds of close up Walter dog faces.

When she sleeps Leo leaves her hair loose to go absolutely everywhere and does not brush it before bed even though her hair gets tangled easily.

Which unfortunately means her Pa Foolich has to help her brush out the hundreds of knots every single morning but Leo absolutely refuses to sleep with it tied up no matter how much he tries to convince her it'd be a good idea.

She also insists on wearing socks to bed every single night but immediately kicks them off as soon as she actually falls asleep which Foolish finds hilarious.

RAMÓN -

Ramón sleeps in a plain tank top and he used to just sleep in a pair of plain sweatpants like his Dad but nowadays he sleeps in a pair of blue pac man patterned pyjama bottoms that he absolutely totally 100% did not steal from Pac's washing line outside his house.

The drawstrings are always tied to keep them up, since they're not kid sized, and he's clearly taken a pair of shears to the bottom but not re-hemmed them so there's loose threads everywhere (neither Fit or Pac makes a comment on it though, because as long as Ramón's happy they're happy so Pac just secretly sews up the hems and makes adjustments to the waistband while Ramon's with Fit and says nothing).

Ramón's hair is short enough that it doesn't make a difference how he wears it at night, it might stick up a bit in the morning from where he was laying on it but he wears the meathead all day so it doesn't matter and hell, Ramón would happily sleep in his meathead too if Fit would let him.

And obviously the moustache stays on while he's asleep, duh.

TALLULAH -

Tallulah wears a pair of black flannel pyjama pants and a short sleeved purple nightgown, which looks more like an oversized t-shirt but it has scallop hemmed edges that indicate that it is actually supposed to be down to her knees.

The purple nightgown has black and darker purple polka dots all over it and the hemming is done in black thread with a large cartoon skull decal on the center (that she doesn't really like because it looks too cartoonish).

Before she sleeps she brushes her hair and bangs and Phil braids it for her, into a neat and very tight French braid (or two braids depending on what he feels like) to keep it from going crazy while she sleeps.

And obviously when she goes to sleep her hearing aids are removed and put in a little box that she keeps on the windowsill above their big family bed so she can easily reach them in the morning.

RICHARLYSON -

Richarlyson sleeps in only a pair of sleep shorts, a variety of colors depending which house he sleeps in, right now it's been either red for Pai Cellbit, green for Pai Mike or black for Tio Bad since they're the only houses he's actually slept at so far (but he has blue shorts prepared for when they stay over at Pai Pac's and pink for staying with Mae Bagi).

He takes off the football shirt to sleep and no matter how many times her parents ask them to put on a pyjama shirt she doesn't, Richas just sleeps half naked because he can.

He also has a silk hair bonnet that he really should wear to bed every night but he doesn't like it, well no, they like it slightly better now that Pac sewed the outside to be mushroom patterned like her regular hat but he still doesn't wear it every single night no matter how many times her parents ask him to.

Obviously when he sleeps they have to remove his prosthetic leg so he sleeps with only a protective compression sleeve over their stump (like Pai Pac) and her leg just lies beside her bed, he has a prosthetic stand he's supposed to use for it, but again he doesn't do it every night regardless of her parents reminding him.

POMME -

Pomme wears one of the pretty matching pyjama sets, the ones with a cute graphic on the shirt and then that design is patterned smaller all over the bottoms.

She sleeps in a long sleeved pyjama shirt with red sleeves and a white chest with a green apple decal in the middle, paired with green pyjama trousers (the same shade as the decal) with red apples (the same as her sleeves) and white polka dots patterned on them.

Pomme also wears a pair of thick knitted socks every night because her feet get cold, these aren't intentionally matching her pyjamas but since it was Etoiles that knitted them back when he was the 'wool warrior' after losing to the code, they're all either one of the French flag colors or green so they match unless she wears the blue ones.

Her hair is neatly brushed by one of her parents and in a loose braid (or braids) that inevitably falls out overnight, but she won't sleep if it's tied too tight and she doesn't like having her hair tickling her while she tries to get to sleep, she honestly doesn't care what state it's in when she wakes up she can cover some of it with her beret anyway.

EMPANADA -

Empanada sleeps in a long sleeved ankle length nightgown with frilly edges and bow details, the full works.

The nightgown is a brown and pink tartan with white lace frills around the edges of the nightgown and down the seams and it's got little pink bows where they're necessary.

She also wears thick socks with grippy silicone bottoms while getting ready for bed so her feet don't get dirty or cold, but she doesn't wear them in bed, she takes them off and leaves them beside her bed so she can put them back on when she wakes up.

To actually sleep in she wears non grippy fluffy socks which she keeps in her bedside table drawer and they all have cute little kitty patterns on them since Bagi bought them in bulk when she learnt Em got cold feet during the night.

She sleeps with her hair left loose on the pillows but unlike Leo it doesn't go crazy overnight since Empanada is the kind of little girl who brushes her hair 100 times by herself before bed and brushes it another 100 times when she hears Bagi wake up in the room above hers so that it's always neat by the time her Mamae comes to get her in the morning.

SUNNY -

In the early days Tubbo didn't have kids pyjamas and he was too proud to ask another parent for a spare set so Sunny slept in one of Tubbo's shirts like a nightgown, unfortunately for Tubbo, she still does it now even after he's bought them pyjama sets in every color under the sun.

So every night Sunny sleeps in a stolen shirt of Tubbo's that comes down to her knees and the neck hangs off her shoulders a little, with a pair of pyjama pants and a plain vest top underneath.

Obviously she changes the color of the pants every single night in no particular rotation to wear all the fancy pyjama sets her Pa bought her to try and stop her stealing his shirts (it didn't work).

They also sleep with a orange and yellow striped silk bonnet on every single night to protect their hair so that she always looks good in the mornings even before her Pa does her hair for the day.

She obviously takes off her sunglasses to sleep but she replaces them with an orange sleep mask with 'SUNNY' bedazzled on the front in blue diamantes because if she doesn't wear the sleep mask then everything is way too bright when they're trying to sleep since they wear sunglasses all day.

PEPITO -

Pepito sleeps in a crew necked red and white striped onesie with grippy feet covers so Pepito doesn't fall over.

Pepito's hair is usually fine when Pepito sleeps but Pepito occasionally gets crazy bed head, but all Pepito does on those mornings is brush it out as much as Pepito can and put on a bandana or a beanie along with Pepito's glasses and gasmask so Pepito can try to make it look like a purposeful style choice (it works about 30% of the time).

CHUNSIK -

Chunsik always sleeps in an animal onesie, his Dad originally dressed him in a crocodile one but then his Mom bought him a shark one and they fight over which one he wears each night.

Chunsik doesn't care though, he's just happy to have two onesies now, and both of them have sharp teeth on the hood and a tail on the butt and he just thinks that's awesome!

His hair gets a little messed up from sleeping in the hoods but it doesn't get tangled easily so it's easy to brush it out in the morning before he puts on his hat.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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The L word: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: How the hell did these two end up together? They constantly tease and spite each other.... Well, Jason and Y/N had their banter on at all times, but there were something more behind the surface.

A/N: I caught a cold so this might suck. And I am a sucker for WFA Jason so bear with me......

5 years ago.

Y/N Y/L/N was a part of batfamily since she could remember. Never really adopted, just taken in due to her skills and urge to do something good. Unlike many of the kids Bruce decided to put under his wings, she was more of a teenager when he first offered her his protection and care. Which meant that when she first arrived at the Manor there were like 10 people inside, all eyes on her and it made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Hey little one. You must be Y/N. I’m Dick. The oldest brother. So nice to meet you.” the black-haired boy almost crushed her in a tight grip.

“I… um.. hi. I’m not really a hugger, but…..”

“You’ll get used to it. Believe me, you will never have a single alone moment here.” The boy just smiled before letting her go. “Let me introduce you to the others.”

“I am fairly sure we can introduce ourselves.”

“Right. Cause you are the first one to do this.” Dick smirked and rolled his eyes “Y/N, meet my little unruly brother Jason. He’s the black sheep in the family.”

“Looks like he’s proud of this title.” Y/N tilted her head slightly “but from what I heard you prefer color red than black, don’t you?”

“You cracked me. Good for you. At least you know who to look out for.”

“Can’t wait for you to show me if you live up to your name, red.” She smirked and Jason’s eyes glistened a bit.

“All right. That is not disturbing at all” Dick rubbed his forehead “Let’s move on. Where is Tim?”

“Batcave. The entire team is there. Something about debriefing, I guess.” Jason muttered

“And why aren’t you there?”

“Hm. I don’t know. Partially because I don’t give a …..”

“JASON!”

“….and partially because I’m busy.”

“With what exactly?”

“Honestly? Everything else.” He shrugged and resumed his reading.

“I’m so sorry about him, Y/N. Jason can be a little …. Intense.” Dick turned towards the girl apologetically with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

“I can tell.” She smirked watching the other boy carefully. There was something about his attitude and sarcasm that captured her attention.

***

The second she came inside she got Jason’s attention. She was different than any other batkid. She wasn’t like Dick and Steph with all their joy and sunshine and rainbows, and yet she had this quiet optimism inside. She wasn’t like Tim with his workaholic tendencies and yet she always did so much, never talking about it. She was not like Cass and Damian with their assassin origins, and yet there was something about her that warned not to cross path with her. It was like Y/N Y/L/N was a perfect mix of every trait he liked (or rather was willing to slip) and hated about people. A walking contradiction. Oh, and her fluent irony and sarcasm….. She was the only one good enough with that to ever come close to him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed their little bantering and spiteful conversations. Which were happening way to often for the comfort of the rest of the family.

“Jason Peter Todd.” She stood in the middle of the room, in front of the couch he was sitting on with her arms crossed over her chest.

“You found out my dirty secret I see.” He smirked, eyes fixed on her face

“Your middle name? Sure, I will never let you live through it.”

“Not sure how I’m gonna survive it.”

“You won’t. Trust me, you won’t. After all, it’s the same name as the one famous boy who never wanted to grow up. Maybe the same happened to you, judging by the way you act sometimes.”

“Really?” he stood up, towering over her, but she did not falter even in the slightest

“Yes.” her face expression was stone cold

“See how much I care. Dick told you at the beginning I’m the black sheep of the family.”

“With that hair you are more like Cruella de Ville of the family.”

“Auch. Y/N. Are you aiming to be Elsa?”

“What? I don’t….”

“ Talking about the Disney villains? You are Elsa from Frozen. So… damn… cold.”

“Elsa was not a villain, you idiot! And besides, since when are you so familiar with Disney movies?”

“Dark times in my life…..”

“Cut the crap. Where the hell is my gear? I know you took it.”

“I did not. I mean, I didn’t literally take it.”

“What did you do, Jason?”

He hung on the rooftop like a flag.

***

2 years ago.

“Are you trying to replace me?” he was leaning on the doorframe watching y/n punch and kick the opponents in a simulation fight.

“I’ve been trying to do that for the last three years. Not much of a success, though.”

“Hm. Maybe it’s time to give up?”

“Nah. Not really my style. I will take you down Todd. Eventually.”

“Sure. You keep telling yourself that.”

“Why are you here, again, Jason? Wanted to have a look at my ass during the training?” she smirked turning around. “Be my guest.”

“Honey. Why do you think we got mirrors in the training room? I got the view onto my ass, that’s all I need.”

“UGH! That is gross!” she flinched

“You asked for it.” He shrugged

“What do you want Todd? I’m busy.”

“No. Angry is what you are. And I don’t like it. I’m the angsty one in this household.”

“You don’t like being dethroned, do you?”

“Y/N.”

“What?!” she turned around so fast that only due to his instincts he avoided being punched right in the face.

“Let’s get some of this energy out.”

“Jason Peter Todd.” She stopped and grabbed her heart “Are you asking me to spar with you?”

“I know, I know. It’s an honor for you. but what can I say, I am feeling generous today.”

“Bring it on, Red.”

***

1 year ago

“How the hell did these two even got together? I mean I get why Jason fell for her, but the other way round?” Tim scratched his head in confusion watching Jason and Y/N tease each other mercilessly on the other side of the table during the family dinner. No one in the universe would guess these two were a couple.

“They are both crazy that is how.” Damian muttered chewing on his veggies.

“I think they are sweet.” Steph grinned and immediately met with two pairs of surprised eyes “what?! They get each other.” She added innocently taking a sip of her drink

“That is ever more concerning….” Tim muttered

On the other side of the table

“You sure you can eat that, Todd? I heard your gear is getting tight in some areas.” Y/N teased him without caring about anyone else being forced to hear it.

“Care to specify what areas you have in mind Y/L/N? Any of them you like more than others?”

“Surely not your head, you pinhead. That helmet will fall off if you don’t adjust it soon.”

“Hm. Speaking about the gear. Some little bird told me you are making changes to yours? Something about the shortage of material?”

“ It’s been a while since I modernized. If Dick could have had his Discowing, maybe I can try something new as well….”

“Care to share any of your ideas?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Y/N.”

“Hm, you know, looking at you right now I call back everything I said. You don’t need a helmet at all, your face is already red enough.”

“I hate you.”

“I know. And I don’t care.”

“I’ll take my revenge on you. “

“Is that a promise?”

“COULD YOU TWO JUST STOP IT!?”

“Look what you did, Y/n. You angered the Batman. Now you will have to apologize.”

“How about I kick your ass and humiliate you publicly as a form of compensation?”

***

Now.

“Stop hiding there, you creep. I can see you.”

“ Todd.” The youngest Wayne took a few step forward observing the scene in front of him. Y/N was curled up into Jason’s side, half-asleep, breathing slowly, while one of his arms was wrapped around her, pulling her in softly, the other holding the book he was reading to her out loud.

“What the hell do you want?”

“I…. I wanted to ask you something…..”

“Ask?” he raised an eyebrow and shifted his position slightly not to wake the girl up and still face his brother. “Since when are you asking?”

“Shut up!” he hissed and Y/N squirmed

“No, you shut up, demon. I swear if you wake her, I will make sure you never get any sleep in your life ever again.” Jason growled. Much to his surprise, Damian just looked down a bit saddened “Hey, are you losing your mind more than usual under that dome?”

“I’m thinking. “

“Well that is new.” Jason rolled his eyes.

“I am not good with all this relationship stuff. And I wanted to know….”

“And you came to me to ask?”

“Well in case you did not notice, you are the only one in the family with the girl next to you!” Damian hissed. “Even Grayson failed in that area with his on and off romance.”

“Fair point” Jason smiled and rubbed Y/N’s side affectionately causing her to lean into his touch and humm quietly.

“How?”

“What?”

“How did you do it? You are harsh. You tease her constantly to the point where it becomes mean. You are full of emotions and yet are emotionally unavailable. You tend to be impulsive and act before you think. And you…. you are not really prince charming, Todd.

"Careful with the words there...." Jason warned

"All I'm saying, and we both know that, is that you are not exactly a boyfriend material. So … how?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Guess I was just myself? Never pretending? Maybe that is why? Because she knew all of me from the beggining? But I don’t know. It's like she sees something more to me” he sighed deeply “there were multiple times when I thought I don’t deserve her, but….”

“What?” Damian was just standing in the room, his face half hidden in the shadows. Even that little menace knew better than to ruin the moment of Jason's honestly and vulnerability.

“I don’t know.” Jason sighed deeply consumed by the thoughts. Just like he said, there have been hundredths and hundredths moments were that little question creeped in his mind. Why? Why did she want him? Of course, he was the best in this family of vigilantes, the most handsome and surely the most skillful, but still… she was just too good for him. And yet, despite his anger, his past, his everything she just accepted him constantly choosing to give him attention (or harassment at times), time and her best (and worse) self. Hell, she adjusted to him, and without even realizing it, he did the same. He adjusted to her. Like two puzzle pieces in a two-piece jigsaw. He felt that every time she was next to him, in his arms and every time he kissed her, but also every time she laughed at him, because he did something stupid and every time she kicked his ass during training and definitely every time she iced him because he went too far in his action, and when he realized how much her presence changed his behavior and how much he wanted and needed her.

“Todd?” Damian almost whispered throwing Jason out of his reverie.

“What?”

“Do you …. love her?”

“Love?” Jason repeated this word, letting it roll of his tongue, his eyes drifting to her beautiful, sleeping face and he smiled like never before, sudden realization dawning on him. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love her.” He closed his eyes enjoying the warmth spreading in his chest going up to his cheeks. He never thought about it before neither did he say it “I love her.” He repeated. It sounded nice and right. “And if you ever tell anyone about what just happened, I will….”

“I won’t Todd. Just this one time I’ll keep your secret of your soft side safe. ”

Two brothers looked at each other in the silent agreement. None of them would ever say that but thanks to this little exchange of words a lot of things made sense for both of them. Damian sighed, Jason nodded and the younger one left without saying anything more.

***

Raindrops on the windowsill woke her up. Jason was already awake, lying on his side of the bed, reading a book from the previous night, now keeping his distance from her.

"You're reading our book without me?" she tilted her head, eyeing him carefully.

"Not my fault you fell asleep in the middle of the chapter. Did you think I'll be able to resist continuing?"

“I guess not....." she muttered, her gaze turning a bit sad and it made his heart skip a bit. Did he hurt her?

"Y/N. I didn't mean to...."

"Of course you did. You always do. And I'm gonna explain it to you why I don;t give a damn about it ......” the girl trailed propping herself on the elbow and he immediately looked at her, only slighly surprised. They have been together for a while, but what if she didn't feel the same why about him? What if she didn't L him?

“Do you have anything smart to say, Y/L/N?” he teased rolling his eyes.

“You love me, Jason Todd?” she raised an eyebrow and he turned slightly red. Oh, shit.

“I guess you really are a light sleeper, huh?” that little embarassed tinge in his voice which he tried to cover desperatly did not pass her.

“Um, hello? Did you forget who raised us? Apparently alerted sleep comes in handy. Sometimes.” she moved a bit closer to him smirking. “Jason.” her voice turned a bit more serious. “I need you to be honest with me. Can you handle it?”

“Not sure. Depends on what are you going to say next.” shit, he was shaking in anticipation for her words to come, becoming so freaking nervous.

“Was what you said true? Do you…. do you….?”

“Yes.” There weren’t any sign of hesitation in his voice. However, the harder part was saying the L word to her. How the fuck was it possible that he used it for the first time while speaking to Damian and not her!?

“Well…. Me too.”

“You too what?” he teased grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him and slowly leaning in.

“I too wanna hit your face.”

“Define “hit.” he leaned even closer. “the meaning of the word can vary under given circumstances. Like what do you wanna hit me with?”

“ I’ll let you figure it out by yourself.”

“I can handle that.” He whispered, brushing his lips over hers, so freaking close her breath hitched involuntarily.

“Come on you two lovebirds! Breakfast is on the table! Get up!” Dick busted through the door, making them jump away from one another at once, grinned playfully and disappeared again.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jason groaned falling back onto the cushions, facing the ceiling and hiding his flushed face in his hands.

“I call dibs on that!” she laughed, quickly getting out of bed.

“You promise?” he grabbed her hand before she left the room, spinning her around to face him.

“Guess you will have to wait and see. Now come on, Alfred will kill us if we’re late for breakfast.” she raised on her toes, pressed her lips against his briefly and rushed off the room. "Last one at the table's a sucker!!"" she yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, causing all the sibilings to run from their rooms to avoid loosing.

Well, all the siblings, except Jay. Poor (or not) boy, was left alone, unable to move a single muscle, wondering why her kiss tasted differently this time.

Maybe it was because he did love her.

@pinksirensong

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One Day : Chapter 5

Azriel x reader, based on the Netflix series by the same name

a/n: I haven't forgotten about AFAS but this one is so comforting to write. Also a master post for this series sis on my todo list I just haven;t gotten around to it.

warnings: canon typical mentions of violence, a lil fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Masterlist

You were sitting beside Elain as you had done every morning since the Archeron sisters had arrived at the Night Court. She was no better than yesterday or the day before that. She ate very little and she was almost fighting against breathing. You had never seen anything like it, her body perfectly healthy but her mind… you imagined she was filled with rage and sorrow and grief for her past life. Not that she gave you much of an indication.

Being with Elain was calming in a way, she didn’t move much. You encouraged her to change positions every so often so her muscles wouldn’t atrophy but that was it. Sometimes you thought that your friends assigned you to her because of how Azriel arrived from Hybern. How he was seconds away from death. How you could only say “but I just got you back” over and over as you and Madja worked on his wounds. How you didn’t sleep for days until his eyes opened. How flashes of his too pale skin would cause you to crumble because he looked like a corpse and if Azriel was gone…

So you painted Elain’s nails, braided her hair and told her stories of Feyre when she first arrived at the Night Court. You reassured her that she would be back soon and that the three sisters would be safe in Velaris.

Your favorite story to tell her was of how her sister freed the fae from Amarantha’s reign. How, because of her blood and kin, peace was within grasp. You told her how it felt when Amarantha died and magic returned and the sky at the Dawn Court glittered with the colors of the rainbow. How Thesan arrived at his palace and told everyone in his court of the brave girl who saved them. You told her that you had basically given up hope because if salvation lay in someone falling in love with Tamlin...

“I only saw him once or twice during the reign but he was the most un-charismatic male I have ever met, we’re lucky Feyre has such a beautiful heart.”

You didn’t tell her that when you returned to your cottage after the announcement and the initial euphoria there was a tall male with giant wings standing at your door. His head turning the instant a shadow told him you had arrived.

“I thought maybe you moved.”

You couldn’t tell her that you ran and wrapped your arms around him. The last fifty years had been an ocean and, just then, you finally found your lifeline. He hugged your shoulders, bringing his head to the crook of your neck and breathed in your unchanging scent.

After minutes of the embrace that put your heart back together you pulled away and inspected his face. Perfect. He was absolutely perfect. “Az… you’re here.”

He nodded and grabbed your hands, noticing the way his thumb brushed over your ring finger.

“Rhys is back home… and I had to make sure you were…”

“I’m fine, the last five decades have been hell, but I’m fine. What about you?”

“I’ve wanted to say I’m sorry for so long, what I said that day-”

“I know. You don’t have to apologize.”

“I do. I was jealous and foolish and it has haunted me ever since.”

“It’s alright Az, I just… I’m so happy you’re here.”

The version of events Elain got was “once Thesan returned I knew someone would come for me.”

You told her how Feyre also had a difficult time with being turned fae, that it was fine for her to take her time to heal.

After lunch there would be a knock on the door. Sometimes it would be Nesta, sometimes Madja, sometimes Rhys but today it was Azriel. He had made a complete recovery and would often keep you company while you were with Elain.

He handed you a bouquet of flowers. “Happy anniversary.”

You felt your cheeks redden at the gesture. “You know it’s not until tomorrow.”

“I felt like starting the celebrations early, you know, to make up for lost time.” Rolled your eyes as he grabbed your free hand, “come on.”

Just then Nesta walked into the room, a novel tucked under her arm. “I can stay, y/n, go on.”

“Where are we going?” You asked as Azriel picked you up and launched into the sky.

“You’ll see in a few minutes.”

You landed on a little cove by the Sidra. “I figured you needed a break from the house.” You nodded and sat on the shore, your feet just touching the water. Gentle waves lapping at your legs. He sat down next to you.

“You never told me what actually happened with Lenus.”

“We just stopped loving each other… and he cheated.”

Azriel looked like you had just said something ridiculous “Lenus cheated on you?”

A nod “yep.”

“Lenus, glasses Lenus? Lenus the scribe?”

“She was also a scribe. Get this, I caught them in the library.”

“No you did not.”

“I most certainly did. Anyways, after that I put everything of his in a box and threw it away. Haven’t heard from him since.”

“If I ever see him again, I’ll kill him.”

“You don’t have to kill him, just remind me to never date a scribe ever again, please.”

“Noted.”

“Have you ever dated someone in the last fifty years?”

“No.”

“Really?” You raise a brow at him.

“We had to keep the court running, I was busy.”

“Yeah, yeah… Az?”

“Do you think you have a mate?” He looked up and thought about it.

“I hope I do, but who knows.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Why?”

“Well I’ve been alive for so long and I haven’t felt it yet. But the Archerons were turned and immediately found theirs.”

“But Rhys was over 500 when he met Feyre, so… there’s still hope. You’re what? 499? Still have one year to find them.”

You splashed water on him “you’re so dumb sometimes.”

You spent the rest of the day in the cove. But even the longest day of the year had to end so when the sun was setting, Azriel flew to your apartment. “Home sweet home.” He said as he put you down.

“I haven’t been here in weeks, there’s nothing to eat.”

“Let's go to a restaurant then.” Azriel grabbed your hand and led you to a small place at the end of your street. You always came here when you wanted something with noodles. You were led by an employee to your usual table, a small booth near the back. Just big enough for Azriel to fit comfortably but hidden away from curious fae.

You ordered what you always get and so did Azriel. While you waited for the food you took Azriel’s hand in yours, feeling his pulse, confirming it. “I still can’t believe you’re alive.”

That arrow was straight through his chest.

“It’s going to take a lot more to kill me.”

You lifted your gaze to meet his. His breath caught in his throat at the intensity, like a switch had flipped. “Promise me I’ll die first.”

The air got thicker and Azriel’s wings tensed. “What?”

“I can’t watch you die Az, I- I won’t survive it. So just promise me I’ll die first.” He grabbed your hand with both of his.

“It's ok. See? You patched me up good as new.” He wasn’t getting it. Tears began to pool in your eyes as you pleaded.

“Azriel-” you said so low he could barely hear it “please…” He saw your chest heaving and knew what was happening. So he pulled you next to him with both arms and made a shield with his wings and shadows. “Breathe, y/n. I’m right here. I’m right here.”

You were sobbing now, clutching his leathers as if he would float away. He held you firm against his chest. His heart a little faster than normal, but steady. It was the greatest symphony and the most beautiful prose. You kept your ear pressed against his chest. He was mumbling “I’m here, I’m ok, It’s alright.” Over and over.

You were back in your apartment now. Azriel had asked for the food to go and brought you back home. So now you sit on your couch, the food getting cold on the coffee table. Hugging your knees to your chest as Azriel draws circles on your back. The crying stopped a while ago. The mortification on the other hand… You hid your face in your knees. “I’m embarrassed.”

“Why? At least you didn’t have a panic attack in the middle of a one night stand.” He attempted to joke.

“I always keep it together.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It just- it keeps me awake at night, the arrow right through your chest. Your heart-” a gulp “I could feel your heart desperate for relief, the ash and the blood loss put so much of a strain on it- you didn’t see how close you were to being gone and- I close my eyes and I see you on that table limp and-” You hadn't spoken with him about any of this. He woke up and you were your usual self, if a bit sleep deprived.

“I never thanked you” , his hands still drawing circles on your back,“thank you for healing me.”

“Anytime Az,” you lift your face from your knees and give him something that resembles a smile. With his thumb he brushes away a few tears and some strands of hair stuck on your face. “Are you hungry?”

You nod.

“Then let's eat.”

#acosf #acowar #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #rhysand #a court of silver flames #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #one day series #azriel x reader #azriel

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7-wonders · 1 year

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for your morpheus asks how do you think he would act with little kids ( sorry if this is not much to go off of ) maybe an x reader where reader has a little kid?

Fatherhood

Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x reader

God this is so sweet! Also I randomly picked a name that I like, but you can always fill in your own!

Dating an Endless was supposed to be hard. And to be sure, there are moments that make you wonder what the hell you’re doing. But the difficulties of dating Dream of the Endless have absolutely nothing on the difficulties of being a single parent

You had had Caroline young, and since young relationships that exist mainly due to passion end up fizzling out, you were now raising her alone

You don’t regret it though, because said relationship brought you the most important person in your life

Unfortunately, since most people don’t find single parents of young children to be a turn-on, you had naturally resigned yourself to not dating until your daughter was much older

But then you had met Dream, thanks to Caroline’s “Auntie Jo” (aka your best friend Johanna Constantine) having so nicely roped you into finding a bag of magical sand via divination

(You didn’t particularly like using magic anymore, especially considering that children and spells don’t mix, but Johanna seeking your help against troublesome fae was how you became friends in the first place. If Jo needs your help, you’re going to give it to her)

Honestly it still surprises you just how fast you fell for Dream, and he for you, which is why you were dreading the conversation you were going to have to have with him and his subsequent refusal to ever see you again

Much to your surprise though, Dream takes the news of you having a four-year-old really well

He seems a little melancholy at first (you learn later that he was thinking of his own son whom he tragically lost), but was quick to assure you that the news changed nothing and that he would enjoy meeting her, if you were comfortable with such a thing

If you thought you couldn’t fall in love with him more, that was before seeing him with your daughter

He’s…antisocial, in most situations, so to see him so at ease and willing to smile and indulge Caroline’s every whim is to see a side of him that he holds extremely private

Caroline is obsessed with Dream (or “Dweam” as she calls him, still tripping on her r’s)

The first time they met, you were concerned how Caroline would react

After all, a tall, brooding man in all black isn’t exactly friendly-looking

But there must be some part of kids that just know that he’s the Prince of Stories and King of Dreams, because she simply grinned at him and asked him his “birdie’s” name

From that moment on Caroline has Dream wrapped around her finger, not that Dream’s complaining

He always carries her on his shoulders when he comes with you on outings in the Waking, her little hands finding a home snugly in his wild hair to keep her balanced

Will gladly listen to her explain the artistic decisions behind her newest crayon scribbles, and also helps her create new masterpieces

You’ve had to tell Caroline that just because Dream lets her put unicorn and rainbow stickers on him, that doesn’t mean she should do it

(Though seeing him with a glittery sticker stuck to his cheek did give you a good laugh, much to a scowling Dream’s chagrin)

Dream loves telling stories, naturally, and has gotten into the habit of taking over telling Caroline bedtime stories

Using his sand, he’ll form dreamscapes in the palm of his hand to illustrate the colorful tales he tells her; tales of knights and princesses, quests and treasure

You usually end up just as enraptured as your daughter

Though you’ve been trying to walk that thin line of encouraging Dream and Caroline’s relationship while simultaneously making sure that she knows Dream is not her dad, it was only a matter of time until that failed

It’s almost a year after you had first introduced Dream to your little family unit; it was late afternoon and you were simultaneously on the phone putting out a work fire and attempting to put laundry away

Caroline had already called for you twice while you went around the house, but you had held up a finger and whispered to her, “One second!”

Obviously, that’s too long for a four-year-old to wait

Dream’s used to arriving in the middle of “controlled chaos,” as you call it, so he’s not too surprised to see Caroline with a banana in her hand as she practically chases you around the house

When she sees that Dream’s here, she screeches to a stop

“Daddy?” Caroline asks, and Dream wonders who she’s talking to

She huffs and stomps her foot. “Daddy!”

Dream then realizes that she’s talking to him

When he looks down at Caroline, she simply holds out the banana expectantly

“Open?”

He’s in such shock that he reverts back to the parental instincts that, once gained, can never truly be lost, and asks, “What do we say?”

“Open please”

He does so wordlessly, mind running overtime to try and make sense of this

Eventually when he does, he swoops her up into his arms and buries his face in her hair, much to her giggling protests

(And if he sheds a couple of tears? Who’s to know?)

You finally finish what you were doing and enter the living room

“Sorry that took so long, baby. What did you need?” you ask

Caroline smiles. “It’s okay, Daddy opened my banana for me!”

You’re about to gently remind her not to talk with food in her mouth when you realize what she said and stare at Dream, who simply smiles back at you

“Did you say thank you?” She nods, and you idly rub a hand on her back. “Good.”

Neither you nor Dream want to make her think that she did something wrong, so you have no choice but to continue with your evening

Later, when you and Dream are alone, you say, “I’m sorry if what Caroline said made you uncomfortable. I can talk to her about it later and explain it again.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for.”

You look unsure, but he can see the hope that you’re trying to keep hidden. “You’re…okay with it?”

“I hold many titles, but ‘father’ has always been one of my favorites. To have the opportunity to be a father again, especially to a child as exceptional as Caroline, would be the greatest honor. As long as you approve, of course.”

You grin, one of his favorite sights, and nod. “Of course I approve.”

Now it’s your turn to be swept up into Dream’s arms (he’s found that he’s doing a lot more of that lately—hugging), and you laugh much as your daughter did earlier

Dream can count on his two hands the number of times that he’s been this happy in his long, long life, and he makes a silent vow to both you and Caroline (his daughter, he thinks fondly, still in disbelief) that he will learn from his past mistakes

Caroline will never find herself doubting her father’s love, he swears

A promise that he’s sure to uphold most solemnly

#chat with claire #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus imagine #morpheus #the sandman imagine #the sandman

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forever-rogue · 11 months

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Reader is new to Hawkins high but she immediately grabs Eddie's attention..she is always fully rainbow and colorful, pink hair, but she hasn't made any friends yet. So instead of sitting at a table she just chills by herself along the walls of the cafeteria, writing to herself or sometimes dancing like nobody can see her. But one day Jason and his friends start laughing at her which already annoys Eddie but she isn't paying attention, but then Jason comes and takes her notebook which turns out to be a song book and after making fun of her in front of everyone she decides to perform one of her songs putting him on blast! (I recommend "Weapons" by Ava Max)

AN | I changed the prompt just a little bit but I hope you still enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Injury [mentions of blood]

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie had noticed you from the moment you'd arrived at Hawkins High.

Of course he did. He couldn’t have ignored you if he tried. Brightly colored hair and clothes, so outside of the norm in Hawkins but so much more like him. Different. He liked everything he could see about you, from your style to your face (those eyes and that smile? yeah - he was a goner) to how kind you appeared to be, despite how rude others were.

But - but - just because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, didn’t mean that he actually worked up the courage to talk to you. No, that was a whole other level of confidence that he didn’t quite possess just yet. Instead, he opted to study and observe you from a comfortable distance.

He wouldn’t quite call it a crush or an infatuation, Eddie Munson was just…curious. Curious about the new girl that had effortlessly captured his attention.

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If anyone knew how hard it was to fit in, it was Eddie. He’d been a social outcast and pariah since he was in middle school and decided that he didn’t want to be like everyone else. Sheep, he’d called them. He didn’t want to be a sheep.

The good thing that came out of being different was that the friends he’d found were just as different and unique as him. What more could he have asked for?

You appeared to be in a similar situation, unfortunately it didn’t seem that you had any friends - at least not any at Hawkins High School. He liked to imagine that you had plenty of friends out in the real world, away from this hell hole.

But still it didn’t help to make him less sad about your current, daily situation. He thought so often about coming to you and approaching you, and he ultimately decided that one day he would. He just had to work up the courage.

And…somehow he managed to do it, not that much later.

It was a sunny and breezy temperate spring afternoon when he found you sitting outside during lunch. You leaned up against one of the buildings, your brown lunch bag next to you and your book in hand. From the angle you were holding it, he couldn’t read the cover, but he decided that it probably was something good.

He walked over to you, trying to be as discrete and normal as possible. To anyone else, Dustin would insist later, he looked extremely suspicious and anxious. Yeah, you made him nervous, but in ways he didn’t quite mind.

“H-hey,” he smiled and held his hand up in a meek wave when he was standing in front of you. You looked up, blinking at the bright sunlight and the boy standing in front of you. Your nerves shot up as you watched him, unsure of his sudden presence, “I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“I know,” you hoped you didn’t sound like too much of a bitch as you narrowed your eyes at him, offering your own name in return, “did you need something?”

“N-no,” his voice cracked and he wanted to sink into a hole and perish. But at least the look in your eyes wasn’t hateful or mean, “I just wanted to say hi. So…hi.”

“Hi,” you repeated, your worry and nerves slowly dissipating into amusement, “it’s nice to meet you properly Eddie. I’ve seen you around.”

“Y-yeah?” he must have been dreaming. You had noticed him, just as he had noticed. He almost cringed when he hoped your impression hadn’t been too bad, “I, umm, well I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to hang out with me and my friends or sit at our table, that’s totally okay. You know, throwing it out there just in case. Not that I think you need anyone or anything but I…I’m going to stop rambling.”

“I know what you mean, Eddie,” you promised softly, “it’s hard being the new kid, especially as a senior, so I appreciate the kindness. Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime.”

“Great, yeah…cool,” he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly as his fingers tangled in his curls, “well, umm, I’ll get going. But I’ll see you around?”

“See you around,” you promised sweetly and fuck, your smile made his knees absolutely weak.

He turned to walk away, a bit of a spring and pep to his step. But before he got too far, he quickly turned back to you, “I really like your hair!”

With pink cheeks and soft eyes, he turned around and almost ran off towards his friends. You watched him go with a bemused expression on your face; Eddie Munson wasn’t too bad at all.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You didn’t end up taking Eddie up on his offer. Not fully anyway, convinced of your own belief that you weren’t worthy of his time and would eventually just bore him. Instead it was a string of stolen moments and run-ins that left your face warm and butterflies in your tummy.

Sometimes it was in the morning when you’d both arrive at your lockers and spent a few minutes catched up. Other times it would be a shy hello in between classes. A quick conversation after school on the way to your cars. From the bits and pieces you learned about him, you knew that you liked Eddie. He was kind, funny, a metalhead and a huge nerd, basically…totally your type. But you’d never push your luck that far. Instead you kept up just enough of a wall to consider him a friend but nothing more.

The rest of the student body…wasn’t as easily convinced that you were okay. Most of them avoided you like the plague and left you to your own devices, but a few were not so kind or considerate. And, naturally, it was exactly the people you’d have expected to be jerks that were. It was almost too obvious - didn’t these types of people ever think of new material?

For the most part you were able to avoid and ignore the few rude jocks, but sometimes it was not as easy. Especially not when people were in your face and being absolute dicks for no reason. The worst being Jason Carver and his group of cronies; they really were the worst, you know?

You did nothing to annoy them or be rude to them or even be in their way. You pointedly made an effort not to be anywhere around them but that wasn’t good enough for them.

If you were sitting outside and reading or doing some homework, one of them would walk by and make a rude comment about your choice of clothing or your hair. If you were in the cafeteria, eating lunch by yourself one of them would walk by and make rude sounds or comments about what you were eating. In class, they whisper and snicker about you whenever they could do so without being caught.

They did everything to try and bring you or make you feel bad; but you handled it with grace. There was no point in getting down to their level - the way they treated you was a reflection of their own issues and insecurities. And on top of all that, you’d be out of that horrible school and hopefully town within a year. You could survive that.

Apparently that was not good enough for them - they wanted to get some sort of reaction from you and were willing to do almost anything to get that. Normally you could have played it but eventually you’d reached your breaking point as well. What was that old expression? Action-reaction - for every action there is an equal reaction in response.

It was another sunny day that found you sitting in the grass, under the shade of an old oak tree as you finished up some class work. You had your walkman with you, headphones on and music playing just loudly enough to block out most of the noise from the outside world.

You didn’t hear anyone come up; if it hadn’t been for the shadows looming in front of you, you probably wouldn’t have noticed anything. Once you pulled off the headphones and looked up, you were startled when you met Jason Carver’s sneering expression.

“Hey freak,” you sighed internally; didn’t he have anything knew to come up with? He crouched down so he was eye level with you and you hated the look in his cold blue eyes, “all alone again?”

“Can I help you with anything, Jason?” you tried to keep your voice level but you couldn’t hide the slight nervous edge to your voice.

“Like I would ever want anything from you,” he grabbed your chin in his hand causing you to stiffen up as he appraised you, “so pathetic. You know, you could almost be pretty under all that ridiculous makeup and hair. There’s only one thing girls like you are helpful for so I guess you could help me out-”

“Stop,” you tried to push his hand away from you but that only seemed to make him more angry, “please just leave me alone. I don’t know what I did to you or what you think being a dick to me will get you, but just go away. I haven’t done anything to you.”

“Stupid bitch,” he shook his head before laughing cruelly and pushing your face away, “I don’t want anything from you and you haven’t done anything to me except exist. And honestly, I really don’t like you, so.’

“So…” before you could say anything else, he grabbed the worn and well loved journal. Your heart dropped into your stomach when he snatched it out of your reach, "give that back!"

"No, I don't think I will," there was a wicked smile on his face and it made your skin crawl, "you're always scribbling in this - what could be so interesting about this?"

“Nothing,” you were lying but he didn’t need to know about that. It happened to be your most personal confidant and friend at times, and contained all of your innermost thoughts, secrets, and things you’d written such as poetry and songs. It wasn’t that anything was terribly embarrassing - maybe the stuff you’d written about Eddie beingyour crush - but it was the fact that it was so personal. The nerve this boy had, “but it belongs to me. Now please give it back to me.”

“Why would I-”

“Why don’t you just fuck off?” your savior, not that you believed you needed one, came in the form of one Eddie Munson, stalking over with a fuming expression, “or pick on someone more your speed.”

“Cute,” he looked between the two of you, “the freaks have each other. Defending your little girlfriend, Munson? How precious.”

“You know what would be really precious?” Eddie’s voice was low and dangerous as Jason stood up to his full height. You thought about just slinking away, but you weren’t going to leave Eddie alone to fight your battles for you, “you with a broken nose and blood face.”

“You think you’re so fucking f-”

Eddie’s fist collided with Jason’s face before you knew it, a loud crunch sound reaching your ears. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched Jason stumble back and clutched at his face, whimpering in pain. You didn’t necessarily condone violence, but it was still funny to see him panic. Eddie’s first was throbbing but it was worth it to him, “I was right! A messed up face really does suit you!”

“I can’t believe you did this!” he sounded muffled from behind his hand, “you’re going to be in so much trouble - both of you! Take your stupid notebook back!”

He tossed the journal on the ground and you let out a sigh of relief at the fact that you got it back. You scrambled to grab it and stuffed it in your backpack, zipping it tightly shut. Jason had run away, cursing and muttering under his breath as the two of you stood there in shock.

“Umm,” you stood up and turned to the curly haired boy, exchanging a surprised look, “t-thank you, Eddie. I didn’t expect….any of that.”

“Me neither,” he admitted sheepishly, “I’ve never actually punched anyone before. That shit…felt great. And hurt.”

“Oh,” you looked at his hand and saw that it was already bruising and bloody, “are you okay? Can I do anything to help?”

“No,” he insisted with a small smile, “the real question is, are you okay? I was coming to talk to you but saw him and figured that wasn’t a good sign.”

“He usually leaves me alone but today was just…different.” you shrugged lightly, “I don’t engage him normally and he leaves but something must have happened to make him even worse.”

“He’s a piece of shit,” he stated as you nodded in agreement, “he shouldn’t treat anyone like that. Maybe he’ll learn. At least for now.”

“I do so,” you smiled softly, “he, ugh, he stole my journal. It’s really special to me and I’m glad he didn’t get a chance to take it.”

“Seriously,” he too was curious as to what was in your journal but wouldn’t ever even dream of taking it or even asking if he could see it, “he’s just a jerk but hopefully he’ll leave you alone now.”

“I’m sure he will,” you agreed softly, “is, umm, that offer to hang out with you and friends still open?”

“O-of course, always,” he grinned eagerly, “that’s actually what I was coming over to ask. No pressure, but if you’re wanting to.”

“Definitely,” you reached for your backpack and swung it over your shoulder, “hey, I hear that you’re in a band?”

“I am,” he was trying not to seemed too eager but inside he was practically jumping up and down, “just you know, a little side thing but yeah.”

“I’m actually a bit of a songwriter on the side,” you gently nudged him with your elbow, “that’s what a lot of my journal is - songs. I’d love to show you some of them sometime and pick your brain.”

“Totally,” his heart was practically beating out of his chest with excitement, “I’d like that a lot.”

“Cool,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles.

“Cool.”

This was definitely going to be the beginning of something beautiful.

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Tsurune Book 3 Chapter 2 - Rainbow-Colored (Part 2)

Not much to say about this one except the headache it gave me

Glossary here

Full list of translations here

Translation Notes

1. First flush refers to the “the very first plucking of a tea plant's harvest season. It’s said to yield the purest and freshest cup of tea

2. Imina is the real name of a deceased person or a noble

3. An interpretation of imina as a combination of inochi and na (life and name)

4. 妥協 (dakyou) is the word for compromise using kanji, while 折り合い (oriai) is a more “Japanese” way of writing it

5. Buji Kaeru or “Safety Frogs” are frog-shaped charms hung from children’s backpacks to pray for a safe return home

6. The ge (餉) in asage (breakfast, 朝餉) and yuuge (dinner, 夕餉) means “boiled rice.” Gekare is written with the characters 餉枯れ which means “withered rice”

7. Inko means “parakeet”

8. Kaito says “ぴーちくぱーちく” which means the chirping of small birds or the high pitched sounds of people talking

9. Greensleeves’ lyrics are in the original English in the novel but there was also a Japanese translation after this that included another fifth line so I just pasted the corresponding line in English there

10. These people are saying Edo era slang. Teyandee means “what the hell are you saying”

11. Edo shigusa refers to the system of behavior and manners for Edo merchants

12. Shihan-Mato archery is a more casual activity than kyudo. The archer uses a short bow and shoots sitting on the ground.

13. The etymology of Himiko’s name is debated but the hi in Himiko can mean “sun” and “miko” can mean priestess or just child

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The café restaurant near the highway was popular for its abundant use of vintage-feeling wood, which gave the restaurant a nostalgic and warm atmosphere.

The Kazemai and Kirisaki kyudo clubs jointly held a work experience event. Since many people quit kyudo after high school, the aim was to deepen friendships in places other than kyudo and to seek a way of living where everyone could continue to do kyudo even after graduation.

Tommy-sensei stroked his chin.

“In the restaurant industry, not only individual skills are required, but also coordination between each area, such as procurement, cooking, customer service, and accounting. The restaurant has kindly allowed us to fully book the location to perform a simulation.”

Everyone rushed to their roles. They put on waiter’s aprons. Hanazawa, Shiragiku, Seo, and Masa-san acted as the customers.

“Welcome.”

Minato went to take their order. Upon getting there, the long apron tied around his waist fell to the floor.

Masa-san spat out his coffee.

“W-W-What happened?”

“Sorry. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t tie the ribbon tightly enough.”

As Minato was putting on his apron again, Shiragiku frowned.

“Doesn’t it smell like something is burning?”

In the kitchen, Kaito had immediately burned the hamburgers.

Nanao dealt with it with a smile.

“My deepest apologies, but please wait a little longer. That Kacchan, he’s totally hopeless.”

Nanao started preparing dessert. Next to him, Seiya was trying to pick ingredients from the shelf at his feet. It happened when Nanao was about to peel off the plastic wrap.

“Ah!”

“…This is the first time in my life that I’ve had pudding on my head.”

“Sorry, Seiya!”

“It’s fine. I was just thinking of trying a new hair treatment anyway.”

Nanao could practically see a menacing demon behind Seiya.

“I’m really sorry! Don’t get angry!”

“Don’t they say that life has valleys and valleys?”

“Isn’t that just valleys—and anyways, don’t make me do such a cliched comedy skit!”

After the meal was finished and the bill was paid, Ryouhei said, “Thank you very much. The three girls playing the role of customers said, “It was a delicious meal,” and clutched their stomachs.

Meanwhile, there were those who watched the members of the Kazemai High School Kyudo Club, who seemed like they were performing a corny gag.

“What are those guys doing?”

“That’s why you can’t expect anything from amateurs.”

The twins were totally calm and collected.

Senichi and Manji’s father was the founder of a restaurant chain. Under the corporate philosophy of “Sincerity” and “Do things right away,” he focused on offering a comfortable space and a healthy menu, as well as reducing food waste and excessive packaging. Saying that those who didn’t know the field were useless, the twins, who had experience in the kitchen and the dining area, were in charge.

Shuu was drinking black tea with a cool expression on his face.

“It smells good. Is this first flush?” (1)

“It’s nice, isn’t it? We secretly prepared it for you, Shuu.”

The actual owner of the restaurant’s voice echoed.

“Who made this chocolate parfait? It’s mixture with mango jam added in. We don’t have something like this on our menu.”

“Crap.”

Senichi and Manji were scolded by the owner.

After the completing the work experience, the members of Kazemai and Kirisaki sat around the same table.

Ryouhei was talking animatedly in front of Shuu.

“Whoo, it was so fun. I’ve started to keep a hand-tamed Java sparrow. I don’t know what to name it, though.”

“Ryouhei, don’t ask Seiya about that no matter what,” Kaito said, and Seiya answered immediately.

“Bunta, Bunko, Bunzaemon.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, so stop it.”

Minato asked Nanao, “How was Lucy’s name chosen?”

“It was decided at a dinner party at the Onogi house. My mom did a homestay in Australia, and her host family’s cat was named Lucy. According to her, the cat loved people and climbed into everyone’s lap.”

“Is that so,” Upon hearing that, Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo murmured.

Shuu put down the cup in his hand.

“When Captain Cook found a peculiar animal on his first visit to Australia, he asked the natives what the animal’s name was, and they replied in their language, ‘We don’t understand what you’re saying,’ which sounded like ‘kangaroo.’ Nowadays, it’s widely believed that it’s a fictional story.”

This was the first time Senichi and Manji were hearing of this.

“You mean that’s a lie?”

“Kangaroo was the original name. Who first told this story, was it a joke, or was there ridicule in it? Or was this story a hoax?”

Masa-san took over the conversation.

“This isn’t a made-up story, but I have a similar anecdote. In the old days, babies were given ugly names on purpose to protect them from illness and accidents. When they grew up, they changed their names, but when the family registration system was introduced in the Meiji era, there were many unfortunate Ainu people whose childhood names were recorded as is.”

“Names are important things,” Minato said.

“Because a name is the greatest gift from the gods. In ancient times, telling someone your real name meant giving your life to them. They are called imina.” (2)

“——As in ‘name of life’, maybe?” (3)

After endless uninterrupted conversation, Tommy-sensei called it a day.

It was decided that once Ryouhei had decided on a name for his sparrow, he was to let everyone know.

After the Kazemai and Kirisaki joint work experience event ended, the club members were busy practicing at the Kazemai kyudojo. Although the event was only for the second-years, the new members had grown more comfortable with the place, and here and there one could see easygoing conversations between seniors and juniors. These days, all the first-years referred to Coach Takigawa as Masa-san.

Kanbayashi said, “Narumiya-senpai, I don’t get this part.”

“Oh, about that…”

“Narumiya-senpai, I’m going to buy replacement strings later. Can you help me choose some?”

“Yeah, sure. I was just thinking about going to the store too.”

Yes.

He secretly made a fist.

Kazemai first-year, Kanbayashi Hikaru, was Narumiya Minato’s fan. Of course, no one knew about this. If President Takehaya were to find out, he wouldn’t be able to take a single step closer to Minato, so he was being extremely careful.

Kanbayashi blinked a lot. Not only during tournaments, but also during practice, his nervousness increased even if there were just people in the stands. In kyudo, the moment when the bow was drawn and the archer remained still was the highlight, so if you blinked a lot, it would be very noticeable. He couldn’t fix it no matter how many times he was warned about it. However, there was an advantage. Even when he stared at Minato, he wasn’t found out because he blinked so much on a daily basis.

Kanbayashi complained in his mind.

I never thought I’d become a regular. Huh? Is that decision really the right call? Does everyone really understand? I’m Kanbayashi with the blinking eyes, you know? Someone who visibly shows how freaked out he is, something an archer shouldn’t be?

That day, he immediately went to Tommy-sensei to give up his position.

“This position is too much for me. Today was a fluke. It’s proven that I can’t do tournaments.”

“Ho ho, let things happen the way they happen.”

He was flatly refused.

Even if this school got second place at last year’s Inter-High, aren’t they being too generous, or rather, bold, or maybe just careless? This definitely isn’t normal. Everyone here’s crazy.

He started kyudo in middle school because he thought that since kyudo was an individual sport, even if he wasn’t good at it, he wouldn’t get in the way of others and could learn slowly at his own pace. He hadn’t expected group tournaments, and he keenly realized how poorly he had done his homework and how unimaginative he was.

Minato really loved kyudo. He had experienced target panic in the past and was still working on preventing a recurrence. He was extremely straightforward, hardworking, and somewhat of an airhead. Kanbayashi had never met such a pure person, or rather, someone who didn’t seem like he was of this world. He worried if Minato could survive in this troubled world with such defenselessness, but it seemed that he would be fine as long as the president was by his side.

Kanbayashi sometimes fell into a strange state when he looked at Minato.

I’m a wicked person. I’m sorry. I’ll reflect on myself. Before he knew it, he found himself repenting. And then, for no apparent reason, he’d end up smiling. He didn’t know if this was the right way to describe it, but it was similar to the feeling he got when a baby was staring at him.

There was reality in Minato’s words. His daily actions proved that there were no lies or falsehoods in them. Above all, Kanbayashi could tell that he really cared about other people without asking for anything in return at all. And even if the problem wasn’t solved at all, you’d feel, Well, it’s okay. I feel like this person understands me, and that I’ve been pardoned.

But if someone with such clear eyes sympathized with you, the sullied ones might bite back, unable to accept the facts.

There was a period when Minato and Masa-san didn’t talk to each other at all. He wondered what happened between them, but before he knew it, they were back to normal.

“Masa-san, I found the not-for-sale book you told me about before, but it was too expensive.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s buried somewhere in my apartment. Do you want to come over to find it?”

“To your apartment? …No, it sounds like a pain.”

“Don’t think you can get fish without working for it.”

“I like meat better than fish.”

“Isn’t being vegetarian the trend these days?”

“The Narumiya family has always been meat eaters. In the first place, Masa-san, you’re a generation behind.”

As the conversation between Minato and Masa-san continued, with topics flowing endlessly from one to another, Kanbayashi couldn’t help but think, Ah, I’m so lucky to be able to spend time with these people. Perhaps Kanbayashi was broken as well.

On the way home after practice, first-year Keyaki, second-year Kaito and Seiya, and Masa-san often engaged in a kind of debate. Keyaki and Kaito had completely different appearances, but they shared the same views on many things, so they often worked together as a tag team.

Keyaki was serious and earnest. He was diligent, hated unreasonableness, and was most likely not wrong in what he said. However, the strong sense of purpose in his eyes and overbearingness were intense.

Damn it, telling women and children to shut up? I won’t accept defeat, and I won’t tolerate being underestimated!

His intensity was so overpowering that it exhausted them as well. If you approached someone belligerently, the other person would also be on guard. Even when he tells him to relax more, he knew that it wasn’t easy to do so. Kanbayashi also couldn’t stop blinking even when he’s told to stop.

Masa-san said that Keyaki’s enemy was society. The society was a large discarnate entity that operated according to a fiction that was created by someone. It was like a religious organization with strict commandments, and any violation of these prohibitions would result in strict judgment. Peaceful conversations were necessary for compromise. It seemed that compromise, or as they said in native Japanese terms, “coming to terms,” (4) was more important than making distinctions about whether or not something was black or white.

Kazemai’s strength was trust. Everyone caring for each other. He thought that such things were platitudes and didn’t exist in reality, but he couldn’t hide his surprise when he was confronted with them before his eyes.

Kanbayashi was addicted to crane games. This was the only area he was confident in. He didn’t really want it, but he happened to find a stuffed “Yomigaeru” toy with a halo on its back in an easy-to-get spot, so he got it.

As thanks for allowing him to touch “Minahead,” he decided to give it to Nanao.

Around that time, Ryouhei was alone in front of the bus stop.

Elementary school students were passing by while singing the Frog Song. The Buji Kaeru (5) charms tied to the sides of their backpacks bounced to the rhythm of their walk. It made him happy that the elementary schoolers of today also sang nursery rhymes.

When the bus arrived, he sat at the window seat in the very back. Looking out the bus window, he saw many yellow hats neatly lined up and moving away from him. Were those children with matching bags sisters?

My sister works people hard.

She would say things like, “Ryouhei, go buy mom and dad a present for their wedding anniversary. I’ll shell out two-thirds of the money.”

She’s very energetic, and she eats well, sleeps well, and laughs often every day. Even now, she’s humming a poem that she learned in reading practice in elementary school.

This happened a long time ago.

I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing something that sounded like a scream. It must have been my imagination. Well, I fell sleep right away.

About a month later, Nee-chan suddenly started throwing out stuff from her room. Not just books and clothes, but also all of her precious drawings she kept.

Another month later, she said that she was going crazy. There was a haze in her head, she couldn’t retain anything she read or saw online, and when she shopped, she really didn’t know how much she was spending. If she went down an unfamiliar road, she couldn’t go back to where she was before and got lost. They say it’s as though she had dementia, but from my point of view, there wasn’t anything outwardly unusual about her.

She spent hours replying to a text from a friend and only sent two lines. She would feel nauseous and run to the toilet, but had nothing to vomit. At some point, she holed herself up in her room on the second floor and only came down to eat. She was startled by even the slightest sound and would find herself crouching on the floor. She said that she had trouble breathing and she couldn’t move her head and limbs because they were numb.

Dad took her out to various places, saying that she shouldn’t be cooped up at home, and Mom showed her therapy books, but they only made her feel worse and had no effect. Nee-chan hardly speaks at all, and the only words that come out now and then are “I’m sorry.” When we took her to the hospital, they told us that if she lost any more weight, she would catch pneumonia and die, so she was given an IV drip and prescribed many medicines.

Mom and Dad had a heated battle over whether to continue giving her the medicine or not. Neither side would give an inch, both saying that I’m right and you’re wrong.

Nee-san asked to be admitted to the hospital because she was going to be a burden, but our parents refused. Nee-chan couldn’t touch her phone, computer, or the home phone, and she was even too afraid to write, so she couldn’t do it herself. Mom wondered if this was all an act.

She had no desire to do anything. She couldn’t take baths and complained that even brushing her teeth is hard work. She couldn’t get up from bed at all. The only time she went out was to go to the hospital. Dad lamented that his daughter was so weak-minded, and Mom cried and wondered why she couldn’t get better. I rubbed my sister’s back when she curled up, unable to breathe. Everything was so painful that I cried.

Nee-chan was found to have an internal disease and had to undergo surgery. I don’t know the name of the disease. Tired of taking care of her, Dad would sigh loudly, and Mom began to mumble to herself. Our meals were almost always convenience store bentos. The plants in our house were dying, and the vacuum cleaner and dryer wouldn’t turn on.

Our family was at its breaking point. I was making plans to live on my own.

After being discharged from the hospital, Nee-chan was taken to Grandma’s house. I was relieved.

Nee-chan returned a month later, but as expected, she didn’t return to how she was before. She barely spoke, moved, slept, and spent most of her days wrapped up in her futon.

After an extraordinary amount of time passed, I returned to Dad’s hometown to go to high school. I reunited with Minato and Seiya there. Nee-chan would get in a good mood when I talked about them.

After that, I would visit Nee-chan’s bedroom when she was sleeping and end up just talking about club activities. Nee-chan just listened to me with a smile, but I felt kind of relieved. When I was going to be away from home for a few days, she told me to call her, so I did.

Five years had passed since that voiceless scream.

Before I knew it, Nee-san was cured.

The days where she would be eating at the dining table like before after waking up continued, and she was able to go outside. Apparently it’s called remission, not complete recovery, but we don’t know the exact reason why. Grandma calls it the “medicine of time.”

What was said and done to her at her new school? I couldn’t ask or find out. I was too scared and didn’t want to know.

I heard something from Masa-san. “Kegare” in Japanese is transformed from the word “gekare” from the words asage and yuuge, (6) and it seemed that it originally referred to the state of not being able to eat. They moved those who were too weak to eat to a remote house and kept them away so that they themselves would not be dragged to the realm of the dead.

Masa-san is a knowledgeable adult and always smiling. Minato and Kaito looks up to him as their master, and are devoted to kyudo. Seiya and Nanao support the two of them, and I’m rooting for everyone.

Shuu-kun is cute, and Senichi and Manji are playful. Tommy-sensei is Kazemai’s captain, Hanazawa-san, Shiragiku-san, and Seo-san are charming and pretty. Keyaki-kun has a strong gaze and always talks about complicated things. Kanbayashi-kun is always standing next to him and smiling, and Himuro-kun is, um, er, sorry, I don’t really have a strong impression of him.

There are several small flowerpots lined up in our yard. Nee-chan planted acorns she picked up in the mountains in them, and now there are adorable leaves opening. Today, I planted some seeds brought by birds.

Nee-chan has resumed her studies. She wants to go to university after graduating from high school and study Japanese literature, biology, and physics. I think she’s being too greedy.

I started keeping a hand-tamed Java sparrow. I named it “Inko” after Seiya recommended it to me. (7)

People, birds, animals, mountains, sea, sky, and the sun. I love them all. I hate bugs, but I’m fine as long as I don’t touch them.

I’m invincible because I got everything I love.

When they got off from the minivan, they heard the sound of dogs barking.

The seven members of the Kazemai kyudo club boys’ team and their coach had arrived at “Wan-Nyan Land.”

As the name suggested, it was a theme park where you could play with dogs and cats. It was divided into small dog, large dog, and cat areas, and there was an open space for enjoying shows.

“I’m really excited. But is it okay for just us eight to come here?” Minato asked Seiya.

“This is our mission from Tommy-sensei to ‘secrete the comfort hormone oxytocin,’ and it’s an eight-passenger car. Don’t worry, I explained it to Keyaki.”

When the eight reached the entrance, Masa-san widened his eyes. Familiar faces were lining up in front of the entrance.

“Masa-san!”

“Keyaki!?”

“When I heard that the boys’ team was coming here, I invited everyone here as well. Please let us join you as well.”

Including the three second-year girls and the first-years, there was a total of sixteen people. While Masa-san was busy with the group visit procedures, Seiya briskly gave instructions.

“Okay, everyone, let’s pause. Now then, Masa-san, please accompany the first-years. You have the responsibility as the adult in charge, right? Don’t worry, the second-years will be looked after by me, the president.”

“Seiya, you…”

Masa-san took Keyaki, who had a big smile on his face, another first-year boy, a blinking Kanbayashi, an expressionless Himuro, and the three first-year girls with him and headed for the Wan-Nyan Show.

“Wan-Nyan? More like Squeak-Squawk,” Kaito said. (8)

“Kacchan, you act like an old man. Baby birds are cute,” Nanao said.

“I wonder if Masa-san will be alright. He was walking with Keyaki hanging from his neck,” Minato said.

“He’ll be fine, he’s an adult,” Seiya said.

“Everyone, let’s go!” At Ryouhei’s call, the eight second-years moved out.

Minato and Ryouhei ran to the corner at the very front. Puppies were running around energetically in a circular area with a roof. The two of them charged at the frolicking mass and started petting all of them. Even Nanao couldn’t speak as the puppies approached them curiously.

Hanazawa, Shiragiku, and Seo opened the double doors to the neighbouring circle. This was where the trained dogs were, and people could hold them in their arms. Someone who seemed to be a regular visitor picked up a running dog from behind and sat down in the corner of the fence. The three girls also managed to sit down with dogs in their arms.

Seo’s cheeks flushed red.

“You really can’t beat the real thing.”

Her hobby was watching animal videos. Shiragiku’s heart fluttered at the sight of Seo petting the dog with an unaccustomed hand, and the lens of Hanazawa’s phone was locked onto her.

Meanwhile, Seiya and Kaito were heading to the dog park for large dogs.

The large grounds were bathed in sunlight and the grass underfoot was tinged with heat. One dog approached them and sniffed at Seiya’s blue-striped shoes and Kaito’s red shoes. Perhaps not interested in either of them, it moved away before they could hold out their hands.

Seiya approached a dog lying down and stroked its chin. The dog got up and entrusted its whole body to him. Kaito watched the two of them out of the corner of his eye as though he was the one who wanted to be spoiled.

“It’s clingy. Isn’t it heavy?”

“I’m used to big dogs. But I have to take a shower before I go home. If its scent is left on me, Kuma will know that I’ve been playing with another dog.”

“Where are you going to take a shower?”

“Minato’s house. I’m going to enter from the back door so Kuma doesn’t see me.”

“They’ll think you’re a thief.”

“There’s no problem, I do this all the time.”

Somebody whistled.

The dog slunk up and went under the small hut.

The name of the song was “Greensleeves.”

Alas, my love, you do me wrong.

Greensleeves was all my joy.

Greensleeves was my delight.

For I have loved you well and long

Delighting in your company. (9)

Nostalgia brought to mind scenes that they may or may not want to remember. The two went into the shade of a tree to avoid the sun.

A heat haze shimmered on the grass.

“I recently learned that the Bernese Mountain Dog is one of the most short-lived dogs. According to a Swiss proverb, ‘Three years a young dog, three years a good dog, and three years an old dog...all else is a gift from God.’ The Ainu call bears kamuy—gods. I named my short-lived dog God and placed him by my side. Ignorance is a scary thing.”

“There’s not really a problem there, is it? It’s just an elementary school kid giving his dog a name that sounds strong. The Ainu people saw the bear as a god. Isn’t that all there is to it? Unlike in the past, medical care is now more advanced. You’re seeing too many connections that aren’t there, Seiya.”

“Fu, you have a point. –Hey, Kaito.”

“Hm?”

“Ah…it’s almost lunch time. Let’s go back to the meeting place.”

The red shoes followed the blue shoes in the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

People who had many secrets to hide, who made it unsure whether or not you should catch up with them.

Was it selfish of me to want to know what you’re carrying, or to ask you to entrust some of your burdens with me?

Before they knew it, a cool breeze blew by them as they walked side by side.

After lunch, the eight who came by the minivan plus Keyaki moved out. Minato and the others headed for the cat corner, where they first changed into rental kimonos. The moment they set foot in there, they were transported to another world.

The name of this space was “EDO.”

In the reconstructed Edo streetscape, kimono-clad townspeople, samurai, and cats passed by. The concept was to interact with the cats that lived in this town, all of which were former rescued cats. It was run by a non-profit organization, and the idea was conceived by a local high school student.

The cats roamed freely in the town and slept next to old ladies on porches. There were no Sakura cats there. A fight immediately broke out over Kaito.

In a slightly secluded area, the neighborhood was filled with Edo specialties such as wind chimes, Edo faceted glass, and glass beads against a checkered background. People dressed in happi coats and zori sandals were saying things like, “Teyandee! Damn it! I’m a trueborn Edoite!” (10) and “Oh, my God! I need to hurry up. It’s starting.” They were fake Edoites in every way, but real Edoites didn’t care about such details. In response to the women performing the “Edo shigusa” of tilting their umbrellas as they passed by each other, they said, “Hey, that’s so stylish!” (11)

Kaito touched the obi wrapped around his waist.

“Masa-san, kimono really suits you. It feels like you’re used to wearing them.”

“You’re looking handsome too, Kaito.”

“R-Really? This place is pretty intricate. Hey, what’s that?”

“Oh, that’s called ‘Shihan-Mato archery.’” (12)

Kaito was pointing to a group of people sitting on their soles on old tatami mats laid out on the ground, aiming at targets with long arrows. The origin of the name Shihan-Mato came from the fact that the distance of the target area was 4.5 ken, the bow and arrow used were both 4.5 shaku, the diameter of the targets were 4.5 sun. Everything was four and a half, and its long arrows were what made it distinctive.

Himuro and Keyaki decided to take on the challenge. Himuro hit the target so often that it was his first time, and Keyaki had a look of desperation on his face. While Kanbayashi was waiting for his turn, two boys were standing behind him.

“He’s hitting a lot. Film this.”

One of the boys had pinkish-red hair, and the other had blond hair in a ponytail. The redhead put his hand in the cuff of his happi coat and folded his arms, while Blond Ponytail had a camera in his hands.

Nanao clapped his hands together.

“Oh, I know you guys. You’re the Yotubers Asahina and Eddie, right? I watched ‘Shooting targets in the dark.’ It was a shame.”

Redhead was the one who answered. “You watched it? Yeah, I couldn’t see the target at all, so I couldn’t align the arrow to the height. Eddie hit the curtain, you know. Hmm? What’s with all the familiar faces?”

Redhead and Blond Ponytail looked at Minato.

“Are you guys from Kazemai High School? You’re Narumiya, right? I saw the live broadcast of last year’s Inter-High finals.”

“Yes, that’s me. Thank you for watching.”

“It was a great tournament, really nice to watch. I’m Asahina You, and this is Eddie Fox. We’re second-years from Haneina High School. Nice to meet you! So you’re the fated rival of that famous Young Prince?”

Seiya took a step forward towards Asahina, who was a true extrovert with a brilliant smile.

“Is this live?”

“No, we’re going to edit it later.”

“We came here as part of our club activities. You need our school’s permission to upload this on the internet.”

“Got it. Stop filming.”

Eddie put down the camera at Asahina’s instruction.

“We came here to film because we can see genuine Yumihiki Douji here. Although, those dolls apparently weren’t made in the Edo period, but Heisei era facsimiles.”

Eddie made a strange pose that was reminiscent of a flamboyant gesture in kabuki.

“I am one who is quite learned on all things Japanese. Karate Karaoke Kyudo. Miso Senpai Karoushi. Kawaii Mottainai Hentai.”

Kaito scratched his head.

“Is that good or bad?”

Seiya wore a complacent smile.

“If you like Japanese things, there’s a real Shinto priest here.”

“Oh, my, God. May I visit next day? Which temple do you preside over?”

Eddie seemed to have mixed up temples and shrines, but even Japanese people didn’t distinguish between the two. When visiting a shrine, one would often hear people ask, “Is it okay to clap my hands here?” (13)

Masa-san answered politely, as one would expect from one of his profession.

“Please come visit. I’m often asked this by foreigners. ‘Kami-sama’ is the one enshrined at ‘Yata Jinja.’ God is the name of the god in monotheistic religions such as Christianity and Judaism, and if you translate that as ‘Here is God,’ you’d receive questioning looks like, ‘What is this guy talking about?’ The term Shinto deity isn’t a name, but a description.”

Hearing that, Minato said, “It’s like mistaking Satou-san for Smith-san? I read somewhere that when you say ‘shrine’ in English, it refers to a quiet place for pilgrims and people like them and has nothing to do with Shinto at all, while ‘temple’ refers to a noisy place where people gather to pray.”

“The way of calling and writing proper nouns is surprisingly difficult. Himiko is probably ‘the miko of the Sun’ or ‘child of the Sun.’ (13) In a place where people worshipped eight million gods, Buddha arrived, and the Shinto and Buddhist traditions were combined. In order to counter monotheism during the world war, State Shinto was created and the kami and Buddha were once again separated. State Shinto and ancient Shinto are two completely different things, and Shinto is a prehistoric nature religion.”

“Ooh, I found a heart cat!”

Everyone turned around at Ryouhei’s voice.

“Fare thee well!” Asahina and Eddie ran away, chasing after the calico cat with a heart mark.

Kanbayashi lowered his brows. “Those people sure are lively, Narumiya-senpai.”

“They are. Sorry, we kinda got sidetracked.”

“That’s not true. The teacher-student dialogue was fun!”

Afterwards, Minato and the others enjoyed themselves with the Shihan-Mato Archery, sent a group photo to Tommy-sensei, and headed home.

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thotsforvillainrights · 4 months

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Hiii I hope your pregnancy is going oh so smooth!! (I am curious have you had any weird cravings or anything? If so what’s your favorite one?)

And Can dad twice and jun return? (Imagine if the reader dyed juns hair half grey and half black like twices mask)

(Anon, I'm putting the baby info at the end below a line so it doesn't junk up the ask for you! So anyone wanting info on the pregnancy so far, hit read more line!)

(AND HELL YEAH! DAD TWICE MAKES A RETURN!)

~Mini Makeover~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-The first dad!Jin content was done about a year or two ago so let's touch back down on that in case anyone has forgotten! Again, Jin is the best dad ever on top of being the best spouse. Ever since Jun was born (or adopted), she'd had him in his corner at all times. Should she ever need anything in the world, he'll be there without question for her. She is in fact the center of his entire world...or dare I say his universe!

-On top of everything else, she's very spoiled but lacks a nasty attitude you'd expect to come along with it thankfully. He's been trying to take it down a notch for a very long time, and is just now managing to learn how to say no to her. Of course it crushes every bit of him to do so, but he knows it's important to be done occasionally. One of the things he's been wrestling with is her altering her appearance at such a young age.

-Jun has budded from a silly and curious 2 year old to an independent 4 year old with a big voice. She speaks her little mind and doesn't lack any confidence no matter the situation at hand. So that's why when she came home from school in a gloomy mood, you were admittedly both worried sick about her. With some careful prying you were able to get a good handle on what happened. There was a new little girl in her class today and supposedly the kid was very popular with the others. Her defining trait you ask? The rainbow colored dye hair.

-So with a kids this young it's understandable everyone would be excited to see hair like that. It was a long night after you'd put Jun to bed. You were the one that tried to convince Jin to let her go through with it and man was he stubborn as hell with you for the first time since dating. He was concerned about the chemicals or the dangers of doing it. On top of that, he didn't want he to lose confidence in her natural features at such a young age or become obsessed with having to change herself for the approval of others. "She doesn't need tom change her hair. It's already two toned." He referred to her natural singular blonde streak she possessed.

-After pulling out every single tactic you had to use against him (yes...that too) you were finally able to convince him to let you dye her hair. The very next day was a Saturday and the weekend. You and Jun had went to the store to find some non-toxic and kid friendly hair dye along with a few cute accessories and some new shoes too. You'd returned home and kissed Jin on the cheek as a thank you for letting you do it. He had to admit it made his heart flutter when he watched his daughter rush past him into the bathroom to eagerly go through with the process.

-When she'd emerged she seemed even more confident than ever before. He sighed a bit of relief to notice it didn't seem all that bad either. She'd chosen a half black half grey dye job because apparently it reminded her of 'daddy's mask' (which obviously made his heart swell with warmth all over again for his little girl. You'd decided Monday to let him pick her up from school so he could get whatever details on her day she would give him. It seemed to be the right choice since he'd come home smiling more widely than her. There wasn't a thing in the world that could bring him down when he knows his child is happy.

*TW for me talking too much about personal stuff*

(Oh anon things are a little rough but this ask was sent in a while back so it's when we didn't know. But in case anyone else was wondering, the baby has been diagnosed with like 3 different heart deformities and will need surgery as soon as he's born. Like within the first week of birth, and has to be put on a special medication. Meanwhile, my husband and I have essentially been scheduled a crap ton of doctor appointments both in town AND and hour/and half away from home as well. I'll have to give birth in my state's main hospital instead of the one home so that means I won't be close to family. The baby will have to heal in the ICU for a month straight so I lost my opportunity at a happy pregnancy, the newborn phase, and any hope for skin to skin contact after birth. Whew what a mouthful! Anyway, I'm taking it one day at a time, and I appreciate you and anyone that checks in on me here and there!)

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mun speaks #league of villains #jin bubaigawara #twice bnha #dad!jin #headcanons

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m0ther-of-p3arl · 1 year

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(robert aeor high au p2)

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hi and welcome to my mcyt high school au! if you haven't read part one, i highly suggest starting with that.

…Huh. That’s interesting. So there is a new student, and chances are, based on the chair seated ominously by his side, Scott has a class or two with him. He’s, annoyingly enough, slightly interested about this so-called “Timmy,” wonders what he looks like-

or Scott finds out there's a new kid at school, and can't stop thinking about who they might be.

TW: internalized homophobia, self hatred, anxiety, bullying

Robert Aeor High is an exceptional school, very upper-class, with most of the students living most of their lives in mansions, surrounded by everything they could ever need. Scott supposes he’s obliged to count himself in this number, though his friends, all mostly lower-class typical income people, say he’s nothing like them. But he has grown up in a mansion, and even his cold, sterile home is still a mansion.

Scott is by no means popular, in fact, quite the contrary. He tries as hard as he can to stay to the side of all the drama, to stay safe within his own little friend group, to stay hidden, to stay safe. Sometimes it’s hard to blend in, though, when someone’s singling you, specifically, out. Especially when that person is Xornoth.

Xornoth is that kid at school, the one everybody’s afraid of, the popular one, the one who has several henchmen that bend over to do zir bidding, the one who everyone seems to have a secret crush on. Ze’s a tiefling, like Owen, but where Owen is a prismatic tiefling, able to be born any color of the rainbow, from dusky blue to the pumpkin orange of Owen’s skin, Xornoth is a dark tiefling. Zir skin is a dark, almost glowing, purple, and zir massive, twisting goat horns at least three times bigger than the non threatening orange spikes that peek out from Owen’s hair.

Xornoth is one of the main reasons Scott’s begun to dread going to school almost as much as going home, especially now that their bullying’s extending to the level of legitimate harassment.

Xornoth seems to have a perverse obsession with touching Scott’s snakes.

A gorgon’s snakes are like an avian’s wings, or a tiefling’s horns, or a celestial’s tail: you simply don’t touch them. Xornoth’s way around this basic human decency, however, is that since Scott’s a hybrid, those rules just don’t apply to him. It’s never made much sense to Scott, as though he’s defective, he’s still a gorgon, still a person.

He has feelings, and that’s the one thing Xornoth seems to disregard the most.

“Scotty, come on, I just want to see how they feel,” ze purrs. Zir two henchmen, Joey and a boy who Scott only knows as “Sausage,” snicker under their breath, smirks ghosting across their faces.

“No, you can’t-” Scott begins, only to feel unwanted hands brushing roughly up against his snakes, the fingers calloused and groping. Scott shrinks away, disgusted. “What is wrong with you?! How would you like it if I touched your horns?”

“God, Major, what the hell? Why do they feel like ice?” Xornoth asks, completely disregarding Scott’s previous statement, reaching zir curious hand out towards his head again.

“One, my name is not Major. Two, you know why, you’ve known why since last year. Three, stop trying to touch my snakes. Now.” Scott’s slowly backing away, and he can feel himself beginning to shake. He hates unwanted touch, especially directed at his snakes, and he knows that if he doesn’t get away soon, he’ll have a full-on breakdown in the middle of the hallway. He’d never live it up then.

“Aww, he’s mad!” Xornoth snickers. “It’s just a question, Major. Be civil. Now, as much as I’d love to stay here and hang out with you all day-” Joey giggles under his breath, pushing his hand up to his mouth- “I’m afraid me and the boys have things to do. Arrivederci, Scotty Boy!” Xornoth waves cheekily, zir eyes cruel and calculating, knowing ze’s hit him in exactly the right spot.

Scott watches as ze sashays down the hall, one arm wrapped loosely around Joey’s shoulder as ze talks animatedly to Sausage, rude laughter cascading from the boy after Xornoth says something seemingly very funny, presumably about him.

He hates Xornoth almost as much as he hates himself.

Walking into his homeroom, Scott immediately notices that there’s an extra desk in the back row, right next to where he sits, alone, the furthest away from everyone he can get. He’s always chosen to sit in the far back corner whenever he can, because the less attention Scott gets, from students and teachers, the better it is for him. So the fact that now, there seems to be someone who’s sitting next to him? It doesn’t bode well.

What if whoever’s desk this happens to be another Xornoth, bent on tormenting Scott and making his life hell?

But as the students trickle into homeroom, the extra desk isn’t claimed, and Scott lets out a mental sigh of relief. Maybe it’s just a mistake, just a simple misunderstanding. Maybe it’s for a new person in a different class, someone who doesn’t share Scott’s homeroom, but instead has this class for math or something. That sounds plausible, and if Scott’s honest with himself, he’s slightly disappointed. There’s always a possibility that any given new person will be attractive, and Scott is in dire need of a boyfriend.

The thought slips out before he can stop himself, and immediately, he starts to spiral.

No. No, no, no, nonononono- he’s not supposed to think that, that isn’t allowed- Scott’s disgusting for even letting that thought breach his mind, he’s not gay, he can’t be gay, but he knows he is and that’s the worst part- Scott can feel the breakdown from before pressing even harder in the back of his skull, because from his dream father, his real life father, Xornoth being absolutely horrendous, and now a reminder of one of the many ways he’s utterly repulsive inside and out, it’s just too much for him to take.

Scott needs to talk to Shelby, the main therapist of their group, because though she doesn’t know that he’s gay (disgusting) she knows about the other things, like his father and Xornoth. Scott’s not ready to tell anyone other than Owen that he’s gay (revolting) yet, if ever. He’ll try as hard as he can to beat it out.

He whips out his phone and pulls up the group chat, making sure to prop up his textbook to hide the fact that he’s texting, as Mr Jau is very particular about that kind of thing. It doesn’t seem like anyone’s on right now, however, which is…not optimal for Scott.

And if he can’t talk to Shelby, he needs to find a distraction. But then he remembers he’ll see Shubble next period anyway, and even if he can’t find something else to focus on, he should be able to make it the ten minutes before homeroom’s over and the real school day begins.

He’s just scrolling through his notifs now, finding a few from his mutuals, rolling his eyes affectionately at the crazed reposts of fanart. Then he notices that in the absence of him and Owen while they were walking to school, Joel and Shelby (the bus riders of the group), have been talking about something. Scott knows it’s wrong to snoop, but like, they put whatever they were talking about on the group chat, so they must have meant him to see it, right?

And now that Scott knows there’s something to know, he absolutely has to do a bit of “detective work.”

He scrolls to his last sent message, a hasty gn love yall xx that he had typed out before his father had come into his room for his nightly inspection of Scott last night, and reads from there. Owen, Joel, and Shelby hadn’t stayed long after he’d gone, trickling away at about eleven, which leaves him with a slight pang of relief that he hasn’t missed anything. The conversation had resumed this morning, while he and Owen were walking to school.

He really doesn’t have much to do, and he’s secretly very curious what they were talking about, so he begins to scroll through the texts.

thesmallbeans: hey shelby you there

shubbleshrubble: heyo joel :)

thesmallbeans: did you see, there’s a new kid?

shubbleshrubble: wdym, i dont go on your bus ofc not you idiot

thesmallbeans: shut up your short you cant talk but yeah, there’s like a new guy, hes got wings so i think hes an avian

thesmallbeans: he’s sitting a few seats in front of me he got on the stop after mine

shubbleshrubble: huh we havent had a new student in a while much less an avian arent they rare? I think grians the only avian at school right?

thesmallbeans: FOR GOODNESS SAKES shubble YES theyre rare do you pay NO attention during species studies?!?!

shubbleshrubble: ummmmmm

shubbleshrubble: anywayyyy

thesmallbeans: also no hes not the only one you’ve forgotten about beks

shubbleshrubble: oh right beky but shes a year lower so why would i remember her

thesmallbeans: i remembered her and i have like the worst memory arent gnomes suppotsed to be all wise and remembering things?????

shubbleshrubble: shut up joel

shubbleshrubble: im super smart you dont know anything about me

shubbleshrubble: im a mystery ;)

thesmallbeans: uh huh. sure

shubbleshrubble: oh shush

shubbleshrubble: anyway what does this new kid look like??

thesmallbeans: hes blonde and his wings are like bright yellow, hes pretty tall for an avian, blue eyes and hes wearing the girls uniform

thesmallbeans: like the one with the skirt i mean

shubbleshrubble: huh

shubbleshrubble: do you konw his name

thesmallbeans: i think its timmy or something like that

thesmallbeans: oop bus pulling up gtg cya @ school

STOP IT, SCOTT. STOP. It’s the second time this morning and two more times than he can handle. He tries to convince himself the reason he’s so intrigued by this turn of events is because the new kid is a rarer species, because he’s supposedly tall for an avian, because he seems like an interesting person, choosing to wear the skirt uniform and all that. There are times when Scott wishes that he could wear it himself, but of course, his father would never condone such an unmanly outfit.

He slides his phone back into his pocket, closing the textbook and pushing it back into his desk as someone walks into the room, and Scott cranes his head forwards, because is it him, is it the new boy?

Scott flumps back into his seat, realizing it’s only Joel. He suppresses a sigh; he should have known not to get his hopes up, but an avian? They’re the least-common sentient species, having been hunted to extinction for their wings by other species, most noticeably the seafolk.

Their small stature and group nesting habits make them a predictable and easy to target people, and hundreds of avians are murdered each day, from the owls to the penguins to the canaries. It would be so interesting to meet a new avian, someone who seems to be neither an owl, like Beks, the one in the year below, or Grian, who’s a parrot.

Scott tries to convince himself this is the reason he’s interested.

But he realizes he’s been unfair, as Joel is never “only” Joel. He’s a celestial, and a sky celestial at that, so he’s almost inherently gorgeous, as well as extremely fucking tall. His light blue skin ripples with white cloud-like spots, his hair dark brown shot with a green streak that’s always reminded Scott of lighting, tied back into a short ponytail. A green laurel tattoo snakes down Joel’s right arm, his smooth, jewel-covered tail snaking along the floor behind him.

He stands at almost eleven feet, and he hasn’t stopped growing yet. Scott’s been friends with Joel for the longest time out of any of his closest companions, their friendship dating back to fourth grade, when Scott had nicked a few of Joel’s pencils during class. He’d thought he’d gotten off scot free (heh heh), but he’d been met at his locker by a glowering Joel, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

Joel had been eight feet tall even then, and had picked up Scott by the scruff of his neck and put him on top of the lockers “to teach him a lesson,” in the celestial’s own words. But he had come back not five minutes later and brought Scott down, offering a profuse apology and saying he was working on “not being a menace.” They’ve been friends ever since.

Joel saunters across the room, taking his spot in the corner behind Scott, as he’s too tall for any desk this school has to offer. “Hey, Scott,” he grins in that cocky Joel way of his, “What’s up?”

“Eh, not much, you?” Scott asks, smiling back at him.

“Oh, you know, just…stuff.” He waves his hands vaguely, and Scott has to duck to avoid being backhanded by the unchecked limbs. “Hey, by the way, have you seen Lizzie today?” Joel’s eyes begin to go misty thinking about his not-so-secret crush. Scott’s pretty sure she’s completely oblivious of Joel’s affections, and he doesn’t know how that’s possible, but seafolk are notably fuzzy-minded when kept away from the ocean for an extended amount of time, so that probably explains why.

But Joel’s crush is still so glaringly obvious that even with how much Lizzie’s brain must be muffled, Scott can’t imagine how she hasn’t noticed so far.

“No, I haven’t, why?” Scott decides it’s best to humor Joel, to let him go on and on about Lizzie and how her hair cascades off her head and how pink it is and how much she looks like an axolotl with those frills that surround her neck and how her skin is so blue but not sky blue like Joel’s, blue like the ocean deep and dark, blue like the ocean Lizzie calls home. All Scott has to do is offer a few “mhm”s and nods, and Joel will be happy. Scott’s learned long ago that this is the best way to deal with Joel, because when he has something to talk about, ye gods, he will talk.

“By the way, Joel,” Scott says, interrupting a detailed and decidedly very sappy description of how Lizzie’s eyes glitter in the sunlight, “Can you tell me more about that new kid who goes on your bus? I saw your texts.”

Joel looks slightly miffed that he’s been cut off, but diverts his attention to Scott nonetheless. That’s a first. “Uh, sure, what do you want to know?”

“For starters, you said he was an avian? What kind?” Scott leans forward, chin resting on his hands.

“Um, something with bright yellow wings? Like, almost solid yellow, no patterns.” Joel’s disinterested, staring off into the distance, almost certainly mooning over Lizzie, though silently this time (thank god).

“Joel,” Scott chastises admonishingly. “Now who doesn’t pay attention in species studies? The only avian types with solid yellow wings are canaries and some parrots- did the new kid have more upwards pointing or downwards pointing ear feathers?”

“Downwards pointing, I think,” Joel answers, “They were all fluffed out, though. His wing feathers too.”

“Okay, so he’s a canary,” Scott realizes, ripples running down his spine. “And the fluffed feathers means he was nervous. And understandably, starting a new school and all that? That’s a lot to take in at once. You said his name was Timmy?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Joel’s squinting, as if trying to find the answer off in the distance somewhere. “But I can’t be sure, he said his name kinda quietly when the bus driver asked what it was. Hey, why are you so interested in this new kid anyway?”

“Oh, no real reason,” Scott hastily reassures. “Avians are just so rare, though, and the canary bit is interesting too- they’re the least common avian type of all, and isn’t there a proverb about canaries being the harbingers of death?”

“Maybe,” Joel mutters, clearly not really engaging with the conversation. “I don’t really know- can I go back to talking about Lizzie now?”

Scott rolls his eyes and half-holds in an exasperated sigh. “Sure, Joel. Go straight ahead.” Scott’s still only half-listening, the rest of his mind wondering about the new kid; an avian, and a canary? That’s an interesting combination, Scott thinks, especially since, as he’s already stated, canaries in particular are one of the rarest avian types.

The more he thinks about it, the more interested he is in this new student, and before he knows it, the bell has rung and he’s off to math. Waving goodbye to Joel, who stays in homeroom for his next class, Scott weaves his way through the hallways crowded to the brim with students of all species. Friends are snickering and chatting animatedly in little groups of three about the newest gossip or newest episode of their favorite series or loudly bragging about how gay they are.

Scott smirks dryly at that last one, his secret still held close to his chest. He’s so caught up in his own mind that he doesn’t notice where he’s going, and someone collides directly into his chest, causing him to stagger back a couple steps.

Now, Scott is by no means tall, landing squarely at around five and a half feet, but whoever’s collided with him is a significant bit shorter, by at least four inches, given the feel of it. This weirdly short person mutters a stammered apology, ducking behind Scott before he can get a good look at them, and by the time he’s craned his head back to try to catch a glimpse of his mysterious offender, they’re gone.

Scott doesn’t even notice the feather laying right at his feet as he rolls his eyes and enters his science class, the bright yellow plume flying up, up, up to the ceiling under the scuff of his feet, landing on the rafters far above the crowded mass below.

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So...they are far from perfect, but they have taken me months and I finally have these two as close to what I see in my head as I'm going to get them for now. I will just hope I improve as I draw them more or something. Digital art is also something I'm still adjusting to so...yeah. Anyway, say hey to our protags (reimagined)! Buckle up, this post got looooooong.

Charlie is the only child sired by Lucifer himself even if it's in a most unconventional way. He's essentially her father and her mother. No Lilith here, folks, sorry. I'm not Jewish and I don't feel comfortable adding her considering what Jewish folks have said about her inclusion in modern works so she's just...not appearing in this comic. A lot of this will be based on my Protestant upbringing with my Hellenic Polytheist sensibilities thrown in, just fyi.

Now, about the redesign...

I don't actually hate the redesign of Charlie in the show. Her hair is fun, her being masc-presenting is interesting, and red is actually my favorite color. However, I completely redid the Rings and like the idea of Charlie trying to unify Hell with her cause instead of just Pride Ring. She kept some of her red because Lucifer has blond/red hair in my version, depending on how much of his angelic persona drops. There's also red in her coat of many colors which is a Biblical reference as well as an extension of Charlie's ideas about Hell and how the "rainbow" of the Rings should be working together to rehabilitate Sinners instead of just torturing them and making them worse. She even made it herself from scraps of the Ringmasters' clothes, Belphagor's fleece, and an old sewing machine. Her dad hates it because it makes her look poor. They are locked in constant battle over him trying to discreetly destroy it and her salvaging it last minute. She also wears spats on her shoes. They're tap shoes because ofc they are. I let her keep her love of theater because it's cute. Lucifer secretly loves that his daughter is just as much of a showboat as he is.

JC is also Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Comic, but at least we have Charlie.

Now, some of you are probably noticing that I made Charlie darker...that's not an accident. Charlie, by the method of her birth here, has black skin. She has her father's eyes and hair. As I get better at drawing and rendering black hair, we will see it in other styles because I love some of the things black folks with more textured hair than myself do with it. I just really like the bubble braid too. It suggests thickness not a lot of people have in their hair. Charlie has had to learn how to style her hair herself a lot since Luci can barely manage some puff buns. Doesn't help that It seems to grow back as fast as it's cut so Charlie mostly trims the ends and moisturizes the hell out of it.

I think it's fitting for Charlie to have a bit extra vibrancy with demon and angelic features because she isn't mortal. At least not completely. She does have a more horrifying form with horns and eyes and wings but she hardly ever has to use it. She also has a natural charm to her she gets from her dad that makes it very hard to turn down what she suggests. Not impossible, just very unappealing. Hoping I can get to a point where her eyes aren't so scary looking but she does have cat pupils so, we'll...see.

Funny thing about Charlie is she is a bit like Elsa. Born with powers beyond comprehension, lives in an icy castle in the mountainside of the remote (only) city in her country, and was kept away from most of her citizens until her 200th birthday.

Okay, it's not a complete 1:1 here. Yes, Lucifer kept Charlie under wraps for about 200, well 50 years from his family, the other Ringmasters. The other denizens of Hell had no idea they had a princess until the events of the comic. They really aren't sure what to make of it either. Some Hellborn think they'll be able to marry into Lucifer's good graces (Sinners cannot legally marry anyone), others consider ransoming Charlie when she ventures out to start the rehab hotel (they are so painfully mistaken; everyone from her dad to her aunt Bel has taught her how to fight viciously even if it's not her preferred method of conflict resolution. to say nothing of the protective friends she gathers quickly). It also makes Charlie a little...well, naive about just how well her plans to rehab Hell are going to go. Most of what she knows about interacting with others come from pop media and her loving and protective family. It's an eye-opening experience when she strikes out on her own.

Debating on adding more black fleece to the bottom hem of her coat too. Thots? The background is just a deserted little corner of Pride Ring which is covered in snow (yes, Pride Ring is cold like in the Divine Comedy here). The orange trees in the background are courtesy of @holoanarchy for giving me the idea when I asked "what's a good color for the leaves of Hell trees?". I'll talk more about those when I post that Ring up, though.

Okay, let's talk about this lovable asshole now.

Blitz Wire has had to struggle and fight for most of the things he has in life. From the very beginning, things have been...tough for him. Imps are not the very bottom of the social ladder in my version of circus Hell, but they still make up the majority of the working class. If you've never been working class, take it from me, it sucks rocks. Sucks even more when neither of your parents were ever really successful or good with money either, as is the case with the Wires. Blitz's parents met when they were young and idealistic in Greed Ring and shortly married after a brief courtship. Beatriz (this is what I named his mom to keep with the 'B' theme), worked in a factory where they painted figurines of Mammon and the gold paint she huffed developed into Imphysema over time. She stayed sickly throughout Blitz, Barbie, and Fizz's childhood while Buckzo took over the family carnival to help put food on the table. When Beatriz could no longer work, he put the kids to it. They were happy to help and work to get noticed by Mammon so they could rake in some dough to get better medical treatment for their mother, despite the Ringmaster being the very reason she was sick in the first place (capitalism, baby!).

Blitz, as in the canon...is not very funny. Despite having a range of acrobatic tricks and being able to think and react very quickly, he just never had a knack for nor got a grasp of how to hold people's interest and make them laugh. Is what it is. Fizz was always the star of their little sideshow attraction. Barbie came as a close second with her death-defying knife acts and torture plays. Blitz just never stood out as an entertainer as the maladjusted middle child. Over time, that became a resentment. Coupled with Buckzo's disregard for him as his son, Blitz started pushing the envelope with the acts he performed.

Finally, when he was sixteen, Blitz decided he was ready to run a giant obstacle course straight out of Hell. It went about as bad as you would expect. Fizz got the brunt of the damage when he pulled his surrogate brother out of the jaws of certain death. While he was still recovering from being scalded by holy water, Blitz was fired and kicked out of the only home he'd ever known by his father. Barbie and Beatriz kept in touch, despite Buckzo's "banning" it, but Blitz spent the remainder of his teenage years on the streets of Hell, urban foraging and doing odd jobs to save up for a place away from Greed and the posters of Fizz's face as his fame grew.

I didn't really want to change much about Blitz's clothing choices since it makes sense for him to want to look professional, but also be comfortable while slicing throats and blowing people up. Also, blue and gold comes from him being from Greed and Asmo being his company's sponsor. Took away the boots and gave him proper hooves, though. Now, I didn't base the imps' lower halves on any specific ungulates, but Blitz's top half is defs based on an iguana. I want them to be more reptilian since Wrath is pretty desert-oriented and Satan is lizard-like herself. I could probs get away with making his tail a little shorter, but I'm happy with how his horns and spines turned out. He smokes this shitty brand of cigs called Blak'N'Bluz. They aren't called that because of the black filter and blue of the Hellfire they burn on, though. It's said they actually make one's lungs black and blue with one drag because they're so caustic. They're the easiest to steal as a result and the one Blitz started with so he always comes back to them.

I wanted him and Barbie to look more twin-like and I really don't care for OG Blitz's horns. As far as the pendant he's wearing goes, it never made sense to me that his mom only left him something and never left anything for her other kids (which could not be the case but we just don't know because...well, we're never given this info). Blitz and Barbie split their mother's necklace down the middle and each of them wears a piece of it. No idea what to give Fizz from her yet.

I changed Blitz's facial scars and I'll tell you why. Forget who pointed it out in the critical tag, but the type of face scar OG Blitz has would likely leave him blind, with low vision, or with no eyelid in the eye covered in that scar tissue. No matter how you slice it, his sight would be compromised. Given that I gave that particular trait to Loona and Vaggie also has an eye patch, I decided to vary him up. He's still disabled though. As another person pointed out on a totally unrelated to HB/HH post, burn scars can impact everything from self-esteem to physical movement depending on what caused them and how they heal. Due to the majority of Blitz's scarring being on his right and back, his tail and right side usually suffer some debilitating pain flares when he overworks himself. Also, migraines and trouble extending his limbs fully. Basically, he carries a bottle of percocet around (it's like demon ibuprophen; it's fine). His pain is part of why Blitz is such a cussy grump. Hard to be pleasant when you're poor, traumatized, AND hurting all the time.

I.M.P. is still a thing in this rewrite (still debating the name), but Blitz got the idea for it when he was dating Verosika (yup, that's still a thing too). She's the one who got him an in with her boss, Asmodeus. So, he has access to Asmodean crystals since the Ringmaster also liked the idea for snatching extra wicked souls early (they're a power source and, therefore, far more valuable then someone committing tax fraud or whatever) They parted on okay terms, but Blitz adopted Loona shortly after entering his 30s. Kid's gotta eat, so he expanded the business from an imp with a knife to two imps with a van full of guns. Hiring on Moxxie from his old stomping grounds of Greed, they were able to take on more clients. That led to meeting and hiring Millie. Loona comes on hunts now that she's old enough too and they all have a blast. The rest, they say, is history.

The other side of his face for ref:

Gave him a tear-shaped scar because why not? Also a horntip cap. That one is damaged and his trying to keep it from getting worse and breaking the whole tip off.

#jack is wording again #helluva redesign #hazbin redesign #blitz wire #charlie morningstar #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical

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Sleighbells and Mistletoe- Shinsou x Fem Reader

AN: This is a second part to Technicolor Smiles, though can be read seperately. Happy Holidays peeps CW: NSFW, Fluff, Romance, Teasing, Orgasm denial, Edging, Creampie, First time together, love confessions, cliché christmas crap, gift exchange, mild bell kink, dress up, marking/biting, blowjob, fingering, fem reader ----

Snow was falling, nothing heavy but enough to blanket the ground in a silencing cushion of white. It was beautiful, spell binding, and you stood outside shivering in your parka completely enraptured even though you could no longer feel your nose.

The shoes on your feet were your favorite pair of combat boots, the only thing you owned when it came to footwear that was snow friendly, and though you couldn’t find a bright color for them you had changed their laces to neon rainbows. You stared down at the peek of colors with a shuddering smile and shrugged your hood tighter. Where was he? Shinsou had asked you out at the Halloween party, and since then you two had been together, hitting close to two months now. Both of you were headed to a Christmas party that Kaminari was throwing. He, Hitoshi, Bakugou, and Kirishima had all chipped in to rent a venue. But Shinsou had hinted at another surprise, and it made your heart flutter with excitement. You hadn’t quite gotten… physical yet and to be honest, he may have the patience to take it slow as molasses, but the boy drove every part of you crazy in the best ways. You huffed as you bit your chilled lips. Where was he? Technically it was only a few minutes after when you were supposed to meet, but you were excited, and fuck was it cold. You heard the crunch of snow beneath shoes and glanced up to see a glimpse of soft purple hair flattened by a black beanie. Over his shoulder his hand steadied the strap of an indigo and charcoal duffel. Your cheeks ached from how fast your smile grew. Suddenly it wasn’t so cold out. Shinsou was glancing down at his phone in his hand, and he glanced up to check his trajectory, doing a double take as he saw your shivering form. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked, fond exasperation in his voice. “Aren’t you cold?” You nodded, “I was, but it’s ok. I told you I’d be waiting for you. And besides, even though it’s absolutely freezing, it’s so pretty, Hitoshi.” You stared out with sparkling eyes into the snowflakes drifting around the air lazily, and though the snow was beautiful, it was the sight of you captured by such a regular phenomenon that had him breathless. Ever since he’d met you, he was constantly reminded of the wonders of the world, constantly reminded to just stop, and look. You were someone who found good in everything while honestly Shinsou was the exact opposite. You were his ray of light, his slice of heaven, his butterfly, and his kitten. A soft and joyful creature that found him worth humbling with your presence. “C’mon, kitty, before you freeze to death,” he linked his gloved fingers with yours to tug you back to the building. You frowned, glancing back at the swirling expanse of white and people trying to keep their footing at they walked. The wonderful, muffled world that called to you, but the warmth seeping through Shinsou’s and your gloves caused you to look up. His eyes sought yours and he smiled, that was all it took for you to grin back and nod, allowing yourself to be tugged back into the rush of warmth in the lobby. He pulled you through to the elevator, you giggling behind him, and his face still held a small smile. Once inside, he pressed the button to your floor, and then he backed you up against the shimmering wall. This was his greeting every time. It always happened in the elevator in of your buildings because it was never for public eyes. It was never a shy peck, it was him grasping the back of your skull, your fingers curling in his sleeves at the biceps, with him pulling the neediest sounds from you. His tongue slipped in just enough to tease you in a way that had your blood heating and thighs squeezing. It wasn’t fair, he couldn’t do this to you and not give you anything else. Except he could, because Shinsou had the composure of a saint, so it seemed. He breathed into you, left you lightheaded, because your world was reduced to just Hitoshi. Everything that wasn’t his scent, his skin, or his taste; it no longer mattered. He played you like a piano, every touch had you arching for him, squirming, and he devoured it like a man starved. “God, kitten, I’ve not seen you enough lately,” he whispered as he pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. He trailed soft kisses up your nose and muffled a laugh as you wiggled in his grasp. You looked up at him, your pupils wide and eyes fogged with lust, and he had to hold himself back. Because damn, did he want you, but he wanted to do it right. You deserved that; you deserved the world. He couldn’t believe he found you at the party. That he’d gotten so lucky. He actually took Kaminari out to dinner after your first date as a thank you for inadvertently introducing the two of you. It amazed him that you were in his life every day. Even as he lost himself to his thoughts his hands never stopped wandering, his nose now buried into your shoulder as he inhaled your scent. How could perfection have a corporeal form? He nipped at the meat of your shoulder and you hissed, whining in that perfect pitch. “’Tosh, please, don’t tease,” you whimpered. God, he was going to lose it. He pulled back and breathed silently, carefully clearing his lungs of you. Fuck this trip couldn’t come soon enough. He’d been holding back so long. Shinsou’s features easily reverted to his confident smile and he pressed a light kiss to your forehead, “Sorry, kitty.” He picked up his duffle once again, slinging it back over his shoulder, just as the doors opened with a ding. Casting an expectant glance over his shoulder, he winked and stepped out through the doors, giving you precious few seconds to cool your burning face. As soon as you stepped outside the safety of the elevator, you saw him leaning against the wall next to your door. His shoulders pressed against the peeling wallpaper and ankles linked, looking entirely too delicious. When he saw you moving down the hallway he smiled easily again, and even though you could feel the nervous butterflies start in your chest you couldn’t help but match his grin. “So, what’s this whole get away? You said to pack for more than just the night we would be away for the party,” you looked over at him as you opened the door. “And did you?” You pouted playfully, “Yes, but seriously, Hitoshi. Tell me what’s going on?!” “Oooh, so demanding, kitty cat,” he laughed as you stalked up to him. “Sorry, but it would ruin the surprise.” You puffed out your cheeks, “No fair.” “Ha, life never is,” he smirked and ruffled your hair. “C’mon let’s grab your bag and get started to the station.” You pursed your lips and huffed, but dutifully went to grab your suitcase. Immediately Hitoshi snorted upon seeing you come out with it. “What… is that?” he asked. You frowned defensively, “What!? I bought a new suitcase, but the best quality was of course only in black. And I wasn’t about to have some boring black bag.” Your travel bag now sported several technicolor patches and buttons, complete with sassy sayings and supporting proheros. He just shook his head and look at you’re with a fond glint in his eyes. “What would the world do if you had a boring black suitcase?” he sassed.

“Probably explode,” you scoffed.

You locked the front door as the two of you headed back to the elevator. For a moment you stared at the open doors, even as Hitoshi moved into the carriage. His lips curled as he saw through your nerves in an instant.

“C’mon, kitty cat, I don’t bite,” he murmured as he offered a hand.

“Liar,” you said softly, placing your hand in his and letting him pull you into his chest.

“Maybe a bit,” he whispered against your ear, pressing the button to the ground floor. As soon as the doors shut, his teeth snagged your jawline, leaving sharp points of pain. You were quick to fall apart in his arms, your mouth dropping open in needy moans. You bit into your lower lip when his mouth latched onto the soft spot under your earlobe. Whining and writhing, you let yourself be manipulated as he worked you over, sucking a bruise deep into the flesh. “Gotta lay my claim now,” he chuckled, finally releasing the abused piece of skin. “Can’t let anyone steal you away from me. You’ll have every eye in the house on you, kitten.” Suddenly, you were melting for a completely different reason as he looked at you like you were the most precious gem in the world. He hummed as he brushed some of your hair out of your face and nudged your nose with his. “I’m so lucky,” he breathed. And you could tell you weren’t supposed to hear that, even though the two of you were so close it’d be impossible to miss it. You pretended nothing happened as you both got ready to move out the doors when they opened. Your stomach squirmed with a strange warmth and you felt almost like you’d throw up in a good way. Was there a good way to throw up? Walking the short trip to the station to get on the train was a mixed feeling of starry-eyed euphoria and frustration at all the slipping and sliding. Shinsou really didn’t help either emotion. He looked entirely too good with wind bitten cheeks and snowflakes caught on his lashes, but then every time you’d cuss when almost falling flat on your face, he’d let out the biggest laugh.

You could only shoot a glare at him, because honestly, you’d do anything to make Hitoshi laugh. It was such a sincere sound, rough from disuse. You loved him and you had yet to tell him. That was another step in your relationship either of you had yet to take. You had eventually slowed to walk next to him, somehow your shorter legs always carried you faster than his long, lazy strides. Maybe it was because you were always in a hurry, while Shinsou always seemed lost in the clouds. Your fingers intertwined with his as you entered the station.

“You were talking about dressing up for the party, what did you mean by that?” he asked, eying your bag for a moment. “What does dressing up ever mean, ‘Tosh?” you answered with a giggle. “C’mon don’t be like that, tell me are wearing a costume or something skin-tight and slinky?” he cocked his brow. “You’ll just have to wait and see, handsome,” you grinned up at him as you pulled him towards the open doors of your ride. The ride to the venue was uneventful. It consisted of sharing music and the same pair of earbuds, Hitoshi passing out on your shoulder, and you getting stuck in a good book. Every now and then, he’d shift in his sleep, a heavier breath leaving him, and you’d smile softly as you glanced over at his sleeping form. His face was so much softer when captured by his dreams. Hitoshi often looked worried and downtrodden when awake, yet when asleep he seemed to be at his happiest. That or when he was with cats. A secretive smile crept across your face as you patted the purse leaning against your chair. You hoped he’d like your present. By the time, the two of you arrived at the station it was sunset, and the snow had stopped falling. Instead, just a thick blanket lay on the ground. Stepping out onto the platform, the two of you walked outside the station doors and were greeted by your transport to the location. A beautiful Belgian Draft horse hooked up to a mahogany sleigh sat waiting for the two of you. The sheen of the sleigh caught the last rays of the sun, staining its dark wood with blushes of orange and pink. Against the white back drop of the snow underneath and with the stark black suit of driver, it was a picture from a postcard. The man tipped his hat and smiled, opening the small guard doors for you to climb in. You couldn’t stop your squeal of excitement and the smile that split your face when you looked at Hitoshi. He didn’t look surprised, though sometimes you wondered if surprise was in his vocabulary. “C’mon, kitty, about time we climb in, isn’t it?” he said with a soft half-smile of his own. “Can’t I say hi to the horse?” you asked. “How about we do that after we arrive, don’t want to be late,” he chuckled at the pout pulling your lip. “Fine, but I’m totally saying hi and goodbye to her,” you said. “Of course.” He couldn’t help it as his grin grew. Your mood was so infectious and right now you were practically glowing with happiness. There were moments he had to hold his tongue because those three little words were so desperate to get out. Though, he really, really did want to do it right. As you focused on getting into the sleigh, Hitoshi’s hands were right there to steady you, just like they always were. He kept you safe, even though you were plenty capable yourself. But being treated like something priceless enough that he felt he needed to protect you, wasn’t something you were going to complain about. “Thanks ‘Tosh,” you murmured, taking a seat. “Anytime beautiful,” he whispered. As he sat next to you and the chauffeur took his spot, Hitoshi pulled a blanket from under the seat. You frowned curiously, but shook your head, instead leaning back into the familiar circle of his arm and he placed a lingering kiss on the crown of your head. The ride there was quiet, the two of you too captivated in the soft sounds of the runners cutting through the snow, and the scenery surrounding you. The contrast of the cold wind against your face and the gentle, comforting warmth that radiated from the man next to you, lulled you into a state of silence. Something that rarely happened, but it was a relaxed atmosphere, so Hitoshi basked in the feeling of you in his arms. Occasionally he would draw you closer, tilt your chin with the curve of his fingers and press soft pecks against your lips. You would sigh, and hungrily chase after his mouth as he retreated, there was something in his lingering touches tonight, the gleam in his purple eyes, it was different and less restrained. His fingers wandered, brushed across your neck, seeking contact almost every second. His eyes were ravenous, watching every move you made and rewarding the ones he liked with flickers of molten heat. He wanted, you could feel it, you wondered if his resolve was crumbling. If the great Saint Hitoshi was finally feeling the pressures of lust. The sound of the coachman calling the horse to a stop brought you out of your thoughts, and you looked away from Shinsou to where your destination lay. A cabin-esque inn spilled warm light from its windows, painting the white snow a honey gold. It looked inviting, and when the doors opened the sound of music, the smell of spices, and cooking meat wafted forth. You looked back at Hitoshi for a moment before clambering from the sleigh into the waiting arms of Mina. She laughed, wrapping you in a warm hug easily. A heavy hand landed on your head, and you glanced up to see Kirishima grinning a sharp toothed smile down at you. “Hey, we were wondering if you guys were gonna make it. The party started an hour ago,” he said, whistling lowly as his eyes saw the horse. “Though I guess you guys arrived a bit slower because of style. Shinsou sure is pulling out all the stops ain’t he?” You frowned for a moment, “Wait do you mean, the sleigh… wasn’t part of the whole party?” Glancing back, you saw the horse fidgeting excitedly and squeaked as you remembered you wanted to pet her. Quickly you scrambled off to do so, while Hitoshi walked up to the other two. “So tonight really is the night then, huh man?” Kirishima asked with a laugh. “Keep your mouth shut, I swear! She doesn’t know anything, and I want it to go perfectly,” Shinsou hissed urgently, while you hugged the massive head of the animal with a soft giggle. “Sure, bro,” he shrugged. “You two should head up and change though.” “If I can pry her away from her new friend,” Hitoshi said with a warm sigh. You were currently babbling animatedly to the horse and Shinsou walked up beside you and you turned to him with a huge smile, “‘Tosh! We need to take Briar home!” He chuckled and took both bags, nodding to the driver with a smile, “C’mon, kitten, you live in an apartment.” “I’ll move, she’s so sweet and amazing,” you murmured completely star struck by the soft eyes that watched you leave. “I’m sure she is, but she also already has a home,” Hitoshi said, happy to play along with your bubbly mood. “Damn,” you sighed. “I hate when you use logic.” He grinned, “But it always wins the argument.” His laugh that followed was interrupted by a sharp yelp when you landed a harsh jab to his side. He coughed but wrapped his arm back around you and led you inside the inn. Your friends swirled about the event room which was decorated to the nines. Wreaths, tinsel, and two large trees filled the room with light and the smell of pine. It also smelled heavily of warm cider and the dinner soon to come. “Come on, don’t stop yet, let’s go change,” Hitoshi whispered in your ear as he nodded once to the room’s occupants and carted you off. Slipping upstairs, the two of you stepped into a bedroom lit by dimmed wall sconces and a gentle fire in the hearth against the wall. “I’ll use the bathroom,” you murmured. “I’ll meet you downstairs since I’m sure you’ll be done way before me.” Hitoshi snickered but nodded in agreement. You pulled your bag in with you, swatting away his curious gaze. You pulled out your dress, a white bell shape dress with long sleeves and embroidered with sparkling green leaves. You slipped into it, the stocking, and the shoes; and you waited for a moment before rummaging around more. Hesitant to make too much sound. “I’m headed down, see you in a bit.” You grunted an affirmation through the door and waited for the click on the other side. When the coast was clear, you searched in your bag a bit more, and the jingling of bells sounded out. “Ah there it is,” you smiled, pulling out a set of small costume antlers, and then next a brown leather harness fitted with four large bells and four small ones. Slipped the harness over your shoulders and buckling both the chest and waist strap you giggled you took your first step and the bells jangled merrily. “Yes!” you resisted the urge to spin, and instead focused on some makeup for a bold statement. You tilted your head in the mirror, the light catching the sparkles in your eyeshadow, you felt an apprehensive flutter in your chest even as you smiled at your reflection. Then with a nod you made your way down to the party. With each step you took the bells rang out merrily, it made any stealth you may have possessed before a joke. Shinsou turned and for a moment there was a war on his face, a glimmer of heat when his eyes raked you form, and it settled on the leather cinched across your body. Yet as he heard the bells jingle and he saw the antlers perched on your head, he grinned widely. “’Tosh,” you sang brightly. “How do I look?” You laughed as you spun on the spot. “Perfect. But…which one are you?” he asked, tilting his head. “Prancer,” you answered with a couple of high steps to the side. He shook his head, “Heh, of course. Well, may I have this dance, Prancer?” His hand swooped out, and with the partially buttoned, black dress shirt on his body and the charcoal slacks, the movement seemed that much more elegant. It was only too easy to match his seriousness and slide your hand in his. “Of course,” you curtseyed and the two of you made your way out to the dance floor. His movements were easy, relaxed, as his hands found their home cradling one of yours in his and then his other rested lightly on your waist. He led you around the floor like you were a feather, his hold made you feel brittle but safe. It was funny, usually you felt like the most awkward and clumsy person on earth, but Hitoshi had always made you feel beautiful and elegant. “You look truly do look amazing,” he said with an appreciative sweep of his eyes. “Thank Hitoshi,” you breathed. “You look good too. Honestly should wear stuff like that more often.” You shot him a cheeky grin and he chuckled. So much for trying to be romantic. But god you really did look good, even the with bright chiming of the bells, it was just… so you. Everything beautiful, different, and exactly what he loved about you. As he spun you, the two of you ended near the overhang over the second-floor balcony that looked over the ‘dance floor.’ He dipped you effortlessly and you giggled, though your breath caught at the look in his eye as he watched you, the warmth emanating from him making your lungs shake with emptiness. “Hitoshi,” you whispered, eye narrowing in on something above his head. “There’s mistletoe above you.” “Is there?” he responded. The smirk on his lips captivated you, and you felt the shift in the atmosphere, suddenly it was just the two of you as he set you right again. His fingers came up to brush your hair behind an ear, murmured a word you couldn’t make out, and he dipped to press his mouth against yours. This kiss… it was nothing like any you’d ever shared in the public eye before. This kiss was heat and need. Desperate to tell you with hunger, passion, licks, and nips, things he couldn’t speak. Promising things to come, things you didn’t dare hope for or maybe things you didn’t understand. He spilled his breath into you, filling your lungs with the taste of the cider that he had partaken in, and grounding you with everything that was just him. He was all you needed. Your soul sang, filling with helium in your chest as you kissed back with just as much fervor, telling him with each press forward, each matched movement, and each retreat and return, that you were here for it all. When you broke apart, your chests were heaving, and he looked so hypnotized. “God, I love you,” he rasped. Those four words, with their heavy tone, were incapable of being ignored and within an instant his eyes widened, and he cursed, “Fuck, shit, dammit.” Groaning he rubbed his hand across his face with irritation written in every single word and honestly you weren’t thinking about the fact that you had forgotten to say the words back. You thought it was obvious how much you adored this man. While Shinsou on the other hand realized how much he had just screwed the plan up, how much he was going to be shot down. He may have been having a mild heart attack at the thought of you running. “’Tosh? You ok?” you asked. His hand fell slowly down to his neck, his tell that he was anxious, “Yeah, I’m fine… you know… just fucking up as usual. Ha….” The heaviest sigh left him, and you frowned, “How did you fuck up?” He shot you a mild glare and rose an eyebrow, “Did you not just hear what I told you?” “That you loved me? Well yeah of course I heard that,” you said, tilting your head in confusion. “I don’t know how that’s fucking up though.” “Because,” he sighed harder and his shoulders rounded as he moved to go sit on a chair nearby with you following after him. “I had a plan. On how to do it. So that… maybe you’d say it back, ya know?” You snorted, “Ah sorry, I don’t… um, mean to laugh. It’s just… doing some big gesture doesn’t determine whether I say it back or not Hitoshi. Whether I love you or not does.” He looked crestfallen and eyed you with a look of fragility, “And you don’t?” “What!? Oh god, what would give you that idea?” you squawked. He squinted, “Because… you didn’t say it back.” You clapped a hand over your mouth, “Oh god. I got worried about you being so upset.” Shaking your head and focusing on fixing your mistake you took Shinsou’s cheek in your palm and tilted his head more towards you, giving him a soft smile before kissing his lips, his nose, his cheeks, and his forehead in quick succession. He exhaled softly in relief, tension melting from his body. “I love you, Shinsou Hitoshi. So damn much,” you murmured as you peppered him over and over with gentle kisses of reassurance. He growled, grabbing your head to keep you still and making you squeak in surprise. His lips met yours with brutality, more than you had ever felt before. There was the sharp pinch of teeth on your skin, you tasted a flash of iron, he was animalistic pouring every repressed emotion into the movement of his mouth against yours. So, you matched him, biting, licking, whimpering, and completely forgetting you were surrounded by your friends. “So, you finally tell her, Shinsou?” Kaminari called from halfway across the room. The speed at which you disengaged was enough to make Hitoshi’s head spin. He looked down in surprise and you buried your face in his chest, your breath coming quick against his shirt. “Seriously, Kami,” he shook his head with a mumble. “C’mon.” He stood and tugged you behind him as he made his way up the steps a sly smirk on his face when you asked where you were headed. “Surprises are fun, aren’t they?” he said cheekily. You puffed your cheeks out in a pout. “Don’t worry, kitten, I just want to have you to myself for a bit. Might as well bask in the softness before we come down to do whole Secret Santa thing,” he sighed. He led you back to the room you had been in before, and you rose a brow. “Ah, maybe, I should explain,” he said as he tapped his heel against the door to close it and pulled you further into the room. “I rented this room for two days. I rented that sleigh. I… I had this plan to give you, your Christmas present and tell you I love you and make you remember it for years.” He shook his head, and you laughed saying, “’Tosh, hold on. Breathe. Trust me I’ll remember tonight. I’ll remember today. I will totally remember the next few days with you. Because you just saying that you love me, is everything I could ever want. Stop being so hard on yourself.” His line of sight slipped to the side, landing on the dresser, and he sighed, “Alright then, let’s see if I can do as well with this next part.” You sat on the bed, watching him curiously as he pulled open a drawer and then withdrew a long, thin, iconic back velvet box. Shinsou handed it to you, and you noticed the slight tremble in his hands in the dim light of the room. You tilted your head as you opened the box. There, shining brightly in the flickering light of the fire, was a delicate anklet. Attached to it were tiny bells and between the bells were spaces, three already filled by tiny silver charms. A pair of cats with their noses touched and an amethyst heart sitting in the space that their chests made, a burrito, and a pumpkin; you looked at it and then looked at him, only to return your gaze to the jewelry in your hand. “Hitoshi,” you choked out. “It’s… beautiful.” He was on his knees in seconds, slipping you out of your shoes and stockings, and taking the anklet from you, he kissed your calf as he pulled chain from its box and rubbed his thumb along the cool silver. That same thumb then ran along the dip of your heel and you smiled at him while you leaned back on your hands to watch him fasten the thin chain to its new home. His lips pressed gentle kisses up to your knee and you sighed, leaning your head back, until you felt him pause at the hem of your dress. You glanced down, prepared for him to stop there. You weren’t expecting to meet the heat in his eyes, though, and the unspoken question. “Yes,” you whispered, a fierce excitement sparking to life in your gut. “Please.” Hitoshi groaned, surging up to push you onto you back, the movement causing the bells on the harness to jingle. He nuzzled at your neck, your jaw, and your ear until he met your mouth. His tongue licked its way inside and he promised with every sweep of heat and toe-curling pleasure that this would be a night you would never forget. “I’ve been waiting so long,” he growled against you. You whined, squirming under him, “Why didn’t you try before?” “Gotta do it right, kitten,” he murmured. His teeth laid a harsh couple of nips across your jawline making you gasp, gripping his sleeves with trembling hands. Sucking a mark into your pulse point, he chuckled against the taught skin before laying a soothing lick across it. One of his hands cupped the small of you back to press you closer to his torso, making it easier to slot himself in between your thighs and grind his thickening cock against your heat. He let out a broken breath, scraped his teeth against your collarbone and watched you twist with lazy eyes. Licking and mouthing his way over the spill of your breasts, whispering nonsensical words of affection into every new expanse he touched. “Hmm,” he hummed as his fingers teased the edge of the upper strap of your harness. “This was oddly distracting tonight.” “Yeah?” you asked, whining when he unbuckled it and palmed your breast. He grinned, “Fuck yeah.” The featherlight touch of his fingers trailing over your juddering ribcage caused you to arch and squirm, drawing a sharp exhale from him as you dragged your pelvis against his length. “Stay still,” he grunted. His large hand came to pin you down as he worked at the harness and even with the force of him holding you, each half-hearted surge of your body caused the bells to jingle. He was sure everyone knew what they were doing. Maybe even hoped they knew? Hitoshi wanted every person down below to hear you scream his name. Pulling back, he smirked, seeing you this disheveled created a flicker of pride in his chest. You stood without prompting, nearly pushing him off the bed in the process and pulling a chortle from him at your eagerness. The harness fell from you with a cacophony of different tones, the antlers next, and the dress finally unzipped, dropped like it couldn’t wait to let him feast his eyes. The lingerie you wore was just a simple white satin and lace set. Nothing special, but he looked at you as if you’d stepped down from the heavens themselves. His throat was so dry he could hear it click when he swallowed. When you were divested of your clothes, you slipped to your knees in front of him and Shinsou’s eyes widened, his breath catching painfully. If it was possible, which he wasn’t sure it was, more blood rushed to his dick, making it twitch. Your nose was nudging against the bulge in his slacks and he choked on a groan in his throat. His fingers twitching at his sides while he just ached to bury them in your hair. You met his eyes and you teasingly dragged your lips along his trapped cock, nimble fingers coming up to release the fastenings on his pants. As your hand drew him out, the feeling of your skin on his, had him bucking forward and letting out a growl, “Fuck.” You licked you lip, peeking out from under your lashes as you licked a slow stripe along the velvet heat of the underside of his cock, all the way up to the glistening, red head. He inhaled, his hands curling into fists as he fought for control for just a while longer. God, he really had waited so long. When you sank down onto him you lost yourself in the weight on your tongue, the burst of clean salt at the back of your mouth, and the gentle bobbing motion of your head as you found a slow rhythm. Hitoshi however was gone the moment he saw you on your knees, so when he felt the warm euphoria of your mouth encase him, he spiraled to a new level of pleasure he didn’t know existed. Was it all because of the teasing, the push and pull of the last few months? Or was it because it was you? Was it because it was always meant to be you with whom he wanted to do these things with? He groaned, finally losing control over the tethers on his hands, and his fingers found purchase on your retreating head, only to still it so he could shove his length back into your throat. Hearing you gag on him sent shocks of excitement up his spine. His pace became brutal, and you took it so wonderfully, drooling around him to accommodate his girth like the perfect girl you were. “S-so good for me, kitten. Fuck,” he murmured, feeling your tongue drag at just the right moment under the head of his cock. His breath hitched every time your throat spasmed around him when he hit the start of it. You were inhaling and exhaling strategically around each pump, your fingers now digging into his thighs for something to ground you as his soft cotton briefs brushed against your nose with each thrust forward. “Damn, can’t--,” he didn’t finish his sentence, instead pulling out and watching your watery eyes, then staring intently at the drool slicking your swollen lips. You looked so beautiful like this; he didn’t know how he’d resisted the thought of ruining you for so long. His thumb pressed against the spit covered plushness of your lower lip as he tried to calm his breathing and draw himself away from the edge he’d almost flown over. His dick throbbed with the need to cum. He breathed shakily and nodded to the bed. “Up, little thing, I’m definitely not cumming in your mouth tonight,” he swallowed when he met your hazy gaze. Your eyes darted down, and you licked your lips, tongue grazing the pad of his thumb and he groaned at the sight. Pulling you up by your shoulders quickly, for fear he would start fucking your mouth until he came, he pushed you to the bed. “Now,” he hissed. You whined and fell back onto the bed while he stripped off his clothes with no ceremony. Once he was free of everything, he didn’t even give you a second to admire his bare skin. Instead, he caged you in, his fingers making quick work of the bra holding you captive. While he pulled it slowly from your skin, he kissed and sucked at every new centimeter exposed. He couldn’t get enough, drunk on your soft taste, your sweet smell, he needed more. He felt greedy and yet the more he took, the more you gave, the more you opened for him. Whimpering and mewling beneath him, thighs widening on instinct to accommodate his torso as he scooped your knee over his shoulder. Stopping just at the level where he could suck and roll a nipple between his teeth without straining his muscles, he rubbed lightly along the satin of your underwear. You keened in hunger, in embarrassment, because you had fucking soaked through the cloth and covered the tops of your inner thighs in your arousal. “So wet for me,” he rasped into the softness of your breast. His fingers left your throbbing clit, and you shimmied your hips to try and entice him back until you felt them dancing along the lacy edge of your panties. Dipping in, then retreating slightly to play with the hem, he hummed with a mischievous smile as you tried to hump toward the sensation. “Did you want something?” “Yes,” you whined. “Oh? And what’s that?” his eyes glinted in the dim light. “I need you, ‘Tosh, I need you so bad. Want to feel you inside me. Want you to fuck me,” you were so far passed caring about dignity, the begging only came naturally now. His pupils blew wider and you felt his hips shift against the bed as he ground down against the sheets. He squinted down at you, his fingers finally slipped farther in and followed the line of your inner lips with featherlight tracing on your clit. Your body spasmed when he pressed a couple circles around the little bud. “That’s my girl,” he moved to have a bit more leverage as he swirled your slick over you faster. Sparks slipped through your contracting muscles, making bursts of warm pleasure build in your system. It was so easy to forget about anything outside his lips whispering the occasional encouragement, his eyes staring at every minute facial expression you made, and his fingers bringing you closer and closer to the brink. You were moaning by now, no longer were your sounds choked squeals and heavy pants. Now they were low groans and silken sounds of need. Occasional profanities slipping forth when a particularly strong spasm hit you and you tried to ride his hand for a couple seconds to encourage nirvana to happen faster. The consistent twitching of your muscles was slow, encompassing your body like honey falling from a spoon. Starting from your face and moving all the way down to your legs. Then Shinsou felt your thigh twitching on his shoulder and he knew you were close. “Oh god, so good, so fucking good, don’t stop, m’so close, ‘Tosh,” you were babbling praise and encouragement, though he had really no intention of stopping. He leaned over you, watching your eyes knit close, and he sank his teeth into the underside of your tit causing your body to practically snap in half. A strangled scream tore itself from your throat as you bucked into his hand and he drew back, lightening his touch to tracing his fingers on either side of your hood. It was just enough to help you ride it out, help the edges of your vision fuzz more and force new pulses of satisfaction through you, ones that caused dark spots to dance in front of your eyes as they crossed. When you were coherent enough to look down, your body spasming every time the callouses on his fingers caught your clit just a bit too hard, you met his wonder filled gaze. He stared at you like you’d hung the moon, and you hiccupped in surprise. “Don’t look at me like that,” you hissed and pushed at his hand. “And stop touching me for a minute.” He chuckled and shifted back, “Sorry, can’t promise to stop the look, kitten, but I can ease up on the touching.” You huffed, and Hitoshi grinned as the hand lightly coated in your arousal circled his cock, causing his brow to twitch while he lazily dragged his fist up and down. For a moment you were transfixed with the movement. The slow drag of his finger he added under the flare of his head when he came up to it. Grumbling, you focused on squirming out of the soaked satin that was your panties. His eyes flashed and he immediately slotted himself back in between your legs when you laid back down. He scraped his teeth along the notches of your ribs while you felt him breach your slickened heat with a finger, your back arching off the mattress and a gasp leaving your mouth. He gave a couple experimental pumps of his finger before sliding a second one in, causing you to buck and clamp down so hard his dick jumped in excitement. “Damn, can’t wait to feel that around me,” he whispered. You were certain you weren’t supposed to hear that, so you just smiled secretively until you felt him curl his fingers, flick his wrist and fuck, those black spots were back within seconds. Your vision darkening at the edges and body responding with a gasp and an instinctual rock of your hips. He chuckled, “There we go.” With that he went to work, pulling the most sinful noises from you, causing your body to contort and your breath to hitch. Each push and drag of his fingers seemed to find new places inside you that you never knew existed. You couldn’t draw in enough breath. Your lungs were burning, as if you’d run a marathon and your sounds had changed from drawn out moans and choked screams to barely audible squeals because you just couldn’t find the oxygen.

He felt the quiver in your walls, saw you hips rolling desperately in search of friction against your clit, Shinsou could tell how close you were already. You were so wonderfully easy to read, so responsive and it was all just for him. His teeth sank into his lip as he withdrew his fingers, watching as your body slump back and you huffed. “Damn it, was so close,” you grumbled as your eyes fluttered open to see Hitoshi hovering over you. He grinned, guiding himself towards you shuddering pussy, “Yeah, but your next orgasm will be from my dick.” When the thick head of his length pushed passed your entrance you gasped, he answered with a throaty groan, swallowing hard as he watched his cock slowly disappear into you. He clenched his teeth, muscles tensing as he held himself still at the halfway mark, meeting your eyes to look for anything that spoke of hesitation. Your skin sparkled with a thin sheen of sweat but you met his gaze steadily, pushing your pelvis towards him with a moan. He grinned, his hand coming up to grab your waist as he shoved in to the base and you gasped, squirming for a moment at the sensation. He hissed sharply, “Stay still. Fuck! Such a perfect fit.” His fingers twitched on your skin while he tried to still your movements and his muscles shivered with the desire to start rutting into you. But he knew if he started moving too soon, he wouldn’t last. Not that he expected to last anyway, not with the way you gripped him, not with the way your walls dragged across his length so perfectly once he pulled back. The deep groan that slipped from him as the flare of his cock caught on your muscles didn’t even come close to expressing the white-hot pleasure shoving its way up his spine. He clenched his jaw, slipping your legs onto each shoulder, he leaned over to brace his palms on either side of your head. His gaze found you and there was so much within that smoldering purple it made you gasp, more so than his shift forward inside you. “Ready for this,” he asked with a toothy smirk. But Hitoshi didn’t give you a second to respond before he was rolling his body forward, rubbing right against that spot inside you, that spot that made you sing him praises in breathless screams and ludicrous babbling. He was quick to snap back, the rhythm he picked up was swift and harsh, making your breasts bounce and snarls rip from his chest. “F-fuck, kitten, how did I- hah- did I go so long without this?” he gasped. You were practically delirious, wanting this to never end and yet could already feel your body desperately chasing it’s high. The shake of your muscles, the tensing of your cunt, and the ever growing feeling of reaching for something intangible and falling just short. You whined. “’Tosh,” you said, swallowing thickly. “S-so… so close. Need—” You brain lost track of its thoughts as he slipped against that spot again and your body jolted, vision flickering for a moment and you keened. “Yeah? I got you, let’s get you to cum,” his tongue swiped across his bottom lip as his hand trailed over your body and down. You pushed into his touch, desperate for more stimulation and your nerves firing at every brush of his skin. His thumb dipped between the two of you to roll sloppily over your clit as his hips hitched to push harder against your sensitive walls. “Oooh, g—god!” you screamed, probably your loudest one yet and Shinsou smiled because there was no way they didn’t hear you downstairs. He felt your cunt pulse around him, clenching rapidly as your thighs spasmed on either side of his neck, and he breathed steadily, trying to outlast you even as you actively worked on milking him.

“C’mon, babe, cum,” he hissed through clenched teeth and you did just as he said. You fell apart under him, snapped together tight around him, and shuddered until you thought you’d melt into a puddle. You touched that intangible feeling from earlier, and it rolled into you like waves of lava, washing out your vision and making you unable to breathe, unable to do anything but open your mouth in a silent scream. You humped back onto him, and he cursed lowly, even as his hand slipped from your clit, back to its position earlier, and his body moved faster and faster. “Fuck, so fucking—” and that’s all it took for his efforts to falter, him to growl and bury his teeth in your shoulder as he twitched inside you and came. He pushed forward once more, lethargic, and quivered. Wincing, he pulled out, looking down at you with a goofy smile. You were blinking shapes and colors back into your eyes, and smiled back at him, tracing his sweaty brow with a delicate touch. “I love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into your palm. You hummed, “Yeah, I think I love you too.” He snorted out a chuckle, “I think everyone downstairs heard how much you think you love me.” You rolled your eyes and sighed, shifting to move back a bit against the pillows before you cleaned up and headed back down again, “I don’t think my present to you will be nearly as cool.” The glint of the anklet on your skin made you smile. Hitoshi rolled onto his side beside you, “Oho? What did you get me…?” “Hmmmm… you have to wait until midnight silly, technically you weren’t supposed to give me my present before then either,” you laughed. “Yeah, well I had to make it up to you somehow,” he kissed the cooling skin of your stomach. It was in that moment, that very heartbeat, you realized just how much you loved this man. But perhaps he didn’t need to know the depths of your affection quite yet.

#Shinsou #shinsou x reader #fem reader #bnha #mha #oneshot #fanfiction

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callsignbaphomet · 5 months

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Saw some gifs of season 2 of Loki and my brain quickly went "Oh, it's Loke time!"

I have a confession to make about my Loke lol

When I first came up with him I hadn't bothered naming him, hell, he didn't even have a backstory. He was just Jelani's older brother. Like I've mentioned before, he was so bare bones because he was just a plot device and was just gonna die bloody and ugly just to emphasize how evil and a piece of shit Iain is.

Buuuuuuuut I decided to name him and give him a backstory and then I fell completely in love with him and decided to not kill him and make him part of the main roster. I really love this character, he is such a darling of a person.

So I was coming up with this character's background, story and details but I didn't know what he looked like or what his name would be. This is where C comes in lmfao.

During the height of the MCU Loki craze C absolutely hated the character. He has since he was little but when the character got popular his hate for him just tripled and honestly it was amusing. I still like the character ngl. Got a soft spot for the bitch.

So I didn't wanna be totally obvious and outright name him Loki (due to the popularity of the MCU character) but while searching names I came across Loke which is pretty much just another way of spelling/saying Loki.

One of his nicknames is Lo but sometimes other characters will use Loki when referring to him. So in a way I snuck that version of the name in anyway.

Lol

I went with it. Plus it just rolls off the tongue so nicely. So now we have a name and a backstory. He just needed to have an appearance.

The Marvel look was not gonna go at all. I already had Jelani with long raven black hair and pale blue eyes. It isn't the same as raven black hair with green eyes but to me it felt similar. So I looked to depictions of the real Loki. Most of the ones I saw were of a pale white male with long wavy/curly red hair with different variations of eye colors. Loved it! Like I constantly say one of my major weaknesses is pale men with long red hair 🧑🏻‍🍳💋

Eyeball color tho was a choice based on a high school memory. There was this one girl in my English class pale, long curly red hair and the palest green eyes I have ever seen. She was gorgeous!

(We come in all shades. Tbh we're kind of a melting pot of rainbows. We range from freakishly white looking to rich and vibrant dark and I love that for us)

So I went with most depictions of the Norse god Loki with the pale white skin, freckles, long wavy/curly ginger hair and a set of pale green eyes. That's how I ended up with a 6'6" teddy bear of a man who's crazy overprotective of his 6'6" baby brother.

So every time I see either Marvel Loki or the real Loki I instantly think of my Loke.

Now excuse me I gotta rb some Loke doodles to satisfy my need to look at my adorable little Nordic teddy bear.

#Loke tag #oc things

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader

My contribution for Cozytober hosted by @randonauticrap ♡ I'm late for this challenge (╯▅╰)

Prompts: "You look scared.", "Do you believe in ghosts?", "Are you cold or are you blushing?"

Warnings: fluff, not beta-read, bad English, expect grammatical errors. ^^

WC: 2993 (ㅅ´ ˘ `) A/N: Nothing supernatural happened here xD

The mansion appeared to be normal, yet it has been believed for years that it is haunted.

Many people believed that the restless souls of those who perished tragically here several years ago still haunts the grounds.

You were staring at the mansion intently while listening to the staff of this game. The goal here is to collect 20 rose carvings. They also warned you that it wouldn’t be easy since there are also traps inside, and they are not allowed to help other participants. Once done collecting ten rose carvings from the east wing, the next task was to go to the west wing, solve the puzzle to get out of the mansion. Whoever is unable to escape the traps are considered eliminated.

The staff also made you choose your own key for the west wing, and Gilbert let you pick. You choose the color red.

The heavy doors opened as they welcomed you inside, and most of the players were excited, rushing to start the game.

"You look scared, little rabbit."

"Gil, this is a haunted mansion."

"Are you expecting to have some unseen creatures running after you?"

"Of course not."

It wasn’t even long before the game started, you heard a scream not far from you. It was horrifying that you instantly froze on the spot and tightened your grip on Gilbert’s arm.

"W-What the heck was that?!" Your eyes still barely adjust to the dimly lit place.

"Probably someone who stubbed his toe."

"I also sometimes stub my toe but I never scream like that."

You resumed your walk and entered the first room that was not yet open. To your luck, you find your first wooden rose. "They literally placed the rose in an area you wouldn’t even look at."

The rose was sitting at the very top of the cabinet. Gilbert just used his cane to hit the rose at the top and make it fall, he caught it and placed it in the basket that was provided to you. "Good bunny, you found our first rose." He praised you as he ruffled your hair.

When you enter the next room, the vivid rainbow swirls on the wall make you dizzy. "Another one." Gilbert said as he picked up the rose carving. "This first part is pretty easy."

"The real challenge here was on the west wing, I wonder what kind of puzzle they are talking about."

"We'll figure it out soon." He said.

You proceed to the next room but are unable to find another rose. Gilbert is also guiding you and making sure you don't fall into any of their traps. "Do you believe in ghosts?" He asks out of nowhere as you both searched one of the rooms filled with plush toys.

"Yes."

"Have you seen a ghost?" He asked again as he searched through the mountains of plush toys. "Ah, there you are." Gilbert picked up the rose and put it inside the basket.

"Well, I haven't. But there are things that science can't even explain." You answered as you checked under the sofa. "And another one. Two roses in one room huh. Not bad."

"Now that we've gathered ten roses, let's head to the west wing."

You left the room and proceeded to the west wing. You were startled by a loud collision, which was followed by angry yells. "I wonder if it's because the game is too difficult or because they can't get out of the traps..." Gilbert mused.

"Maybe both…"

A huge red door located at the far end of the west wing. It seemed strange when he opened the door. There were five odd doors, each with a different pattern etched on the top. The walls are lined in paintings of eerie unknown creatures from hell. There is also a mountain of small black cubes on a huge, banquet table.

In comparison to the rest of the mansion, the room was well-lit. However, the entire room had been painted black, including the chairs, table, and even the wooden floor, and the windows had been barricaded for unknown reasons. There was a small treasure chest just sitting in one of the chairs.

You threw a glance at Gilbert, and he did the same, before you both went in. The door abruptly slammed shut, and when he attempted to open it, it wouldn't budge. The key you chose was even useless since it did not fit the keyhole.

"Great, now we are trapped here."

Gilbert is inspecting the keyhole and, after a few seconds, he grinned at you. "Lockpicking this door may take longer because it is different from the other doors, but-" His grin widened and you stepped backwards immediately, just your back hitting the pillar. Gilbert then leaned down slightly, his voice almost hushed, and you could almost taste his breath. "This is our perfect chance of being alone." He says, his voice alluring.

The memory of being in the same situation but in the rose garden, where he just kissed you not once, but twice, makes your cheeks flush.

"Are you cold or blushing?" He teased, and before you could respond, he moved fast and nipped your ear.

"That hurts!" You shrieked.

Instead of apologizing, Gilbert just gave you a smug smile. "Let's get these puzzles solved so we can get out of here."

And with that, he moved to observe the strange doors. You continued to frown as you followed him.

. . . . . . . . .

Each black cube has red marks, but with different patterns that will match the patterns on the doors.

After finding the last piece with the correct pattern above one of the doors that would fit the hole, you inserted the cube. And when you thought you could finally get out as you opened the door, it was just a wall. You just sighed and massaged your nose bridge.

"Are you already giving up?" Gilbert asked as he stood alongside you.

"If this is a real-life situation, like if your life relies on it, getting your hopes up, thinking you can get out of here, just to find out the door you just opened is simply a wall on the other side, it's devastating." You can’t help but to feel annoyed. "The paintings in this room also make me feel really uncomfortable, and I want to get out of here as as soon as possible."

"Are you scared then?"

"No." You sighed again. "Let's try the third door, I'll go check that side."

"Alright."

You walked to the other side, but the floor you just stepped on suddenly opened, and you screamed as you fell.

The floor you just stepped on was a trap door.

You prepared yourself for the hit until you landed upon the mattresses, only to bounce off of the material and fall on the hard, cold floor.

"Gilbert!" You tried calling for him, but you couldn't hear him from above.

You turn around and see what type of trap you are in right now.

The room has doors on each side of the wall. Not far from where you landed, there was a matchbox on the floor and a small candle. You tried to remove the lamp that was sticking on the wall but it was just impossible to remove it.

You peered up, but it was dark, indicating that the trap door was shut, so you picked up the matchbox and the candle and decided to find an exit.

. . . . . . . . .

Another dead end again. It seems like the underground labyrinth with doors is neverending. You even lost count on how many times you’ve met a dead end and you lost count on how many times you got lost trying to get back on track.

Too exhausted from trying to escape, your eyes and mind are now playing tricks on you. Your candle has already melted, and you lit the last match as you continued opening the heavy door until the flame started to flicker, and eventually, it was distinguished.

You are alone in the darkness, lost in the labyrinth. The silence is so maddening. You opened another door that leads to another room with doors. Your hand was on the wall to guide yourself, and you felt a wood beneath your skin, letting your fingers run across the wood until you felt a cold iron. You turned it, but it was locked. You moved on to the second door, and the third. All doors are locked in this room.

As you were about to head back to the door where you came in, you suddenly heard footsteps besides yours. You stopped and listened carefully but nothing.

When you started to walk to the only exit in the room, you heard the second footsteps. You practically step backwards until your back hits the wall.

"W-who's there?" Your voice almost whispers, ragged breathing, your heart is pounding so fast.

Fear starts to creep on you and remember more stories about this mansion. You try to shrug away those and think positive, but your mind is doing its worst job to scare you.

Tears start to form in your eyes as you sit on the floor hugging your knees to your chest as soon as you start hearing footsteps getting closer and closer.

"Found you…"

You look up to find Gilbert, who is almost out of breath holding a lamp. He approached you and put the lamp down as you reached for him, and he embraced you in his arms.

"It's okay. You're okay now." He said as he held you tight. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you."

You shook your head as you finally calmed down. "Please don't apologize. And thank you. But how did you–"

"It was the third door. The foreign letters written on the walls are the clues for this place." He moved a little, his fingers gently wiping your tears. "Are you hurt?"

"No…"

Gilbert sighs in relief. "Let's get out of here."

You didn’t talk anymore as he held your hand and made your way out.

. . . . . . . . .

It was a relief when the door he unlocked using your key was finally the exit, and you could go directly back to where you started the game. You didn't ask him how he figured out which way is which.

The staff were smiling but then froze when they saw you, well, actually, your partner.

You look up at Gilbert, he was smiling but it was clear he was in a bad mood. Instead of greeting them, he just ignored them as he led you by the bench and you both took a seat to rest. "Gil… I just noticed, but where are the roses?"

"Screw that."

"What?"

"That doesn't matter anymore."

"But isn't that the reason why we participate in this game?"

"After what just happened, do you still want to continue?"

"Yes."

"I left it in that room, since we already got out of the mansion, I'll tell them to go and retrieve it."

You nod your head and wait for him as he goes and talks to staff. While waiting, you slowly pulled up the sleeve of your dress. Your left forearm was bruised and swollen. Earlier, you weren't paying much attention because your main concern was getting out of that labyrinth.

Pulling out the handkerchief from your pocket, you carefully wrapped it around your wrist before pulling down the sleeve. When you looked at Gilbert talking to the staff, their heads were low, as if they were being scolded.

You immediately understand the situation and rush to him. He’s telling them about the safety precautions of the place.

His voice was calm, however you yourself can't help but to feel scared. It was the same feeling when you first met. Gilbert has this deadly atmosphere by just standing there.

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Gil..." You said gently. He smiled as he turned to face you. You're at a loss for words as his red eye looks at you.

"This is quite a rare sight."

A familiar voice made you lower your hand. "Clavis?! What are you doing here?"

"I was summoned, saying that one of the participants would like to talk to me. Congratulations on getting out of the mansion." He greeted you with a smile before he looked at Gilbert. "If only that certain 'annoying person' isn't asking for my help."

That 'certain annoying person' must be Chevalier, since Clavis would never run an errand for Sariel.

"You were the organizer of this place?"

"Of course. How I wish I was there before the game started so I can watch you all struggling to escape. So, what would you want to talk about?"

Gilbert proceeds to tell Clavis about the trap door. "It wasn't safe, the little rabbit fell in and was trapped in that underground labyrinth. What if something worse happened to her?"

Clavis eyes widened as he looked at you. "You fell? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not."

"Ah, thank goodness. That palace devil will surely get mad if you were hurt." He says. "Since we don't have much time to renovate it, I decided to exclude the trapdoor as one of the entrances to the labyrinth from the game, but I should have placed furniture on that trap door." The smile fades as he stood up against Gilbert. "What happened to the little rabbit was a complete accident and my people are innocent. I will take full responsibility."

"It's fine, Clavis. But what about the red key? We used that to open the door from the labyrinth."

"Yes, that key can open the door in the puzzle room as well. When you put all of the correct cubes and opened it, there's only a long, dark corridor. The exit is located at the very end." Clavis explained, then gave you a meaningful look and smiled again. "But first, as part of the game, please raise your hands."

You did as Clavis instructed, and one of the staff members tied a red string around Gilbert's pinky fingers and yours.

"You were the first participants that got out of the mansion, please follow me to the gardens." The third prince said. "I was actually surprised that you joined the game, since this is actually a game for lovers."

"What?"

"Weren't you informed that this game is only for lovers?" Clavis asked.

"No, the lady must have mistaken us for–"

"Why is this game only for lovers?" Gilbert cuts you off.

"Because by the end of the game, there's a romantic candlelit dinner under the full moon. But I understand why the lady approached you and told you about this game." The third prince smiled as he led you to your table. "Oh, by the way. Part of the rules for this game is that once the red string is tied to your fingers, you have to feed each other."

The staff greeted you with a smile and started assisting you from pulling out your chairs to placing various foods in front of you.

"Enjoy your dinner."

"Of course we will. Thanks." Gilbert responds.

Clavis then excused himself, leaving you and Gilbert.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat."

You took turns feeding each other, and because the food was cooked by Clavis, it was so bizarre that just looking at it made your stomach turn but the taste isn’t weird as it looks.

The candlelit dinner was surrounded by soft music. It was almost the perfect date for lovers. Only if you and the prince aren't friends.

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"Would you like to dance? It doesn't have to be formal." You asked him right after dinner.

Gilbert was taken aback, but he smiled at you. "I never expected a woman to invite me to dance."

He stood up and held out his hand to you, which you happily accepted. Instead of holding him on his shoulder, you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest while your bodies swayed slowly to the gentle music. His arms were around your waist.

It took a few minutes before you broke the silence.

"Thank you… For finding me."

"You're welcome."

A whizz distracted you, followed by the thunderous sound of the guns. When you looked up, fireworks soared into the sky one after the other. It was bright and colorful, with red, green, purple, and gold lights illuminating the night sky.

"It's beautiful." You said as you were too absorbed in the fireworks to notice Gilbert's attention on you and his almost whispered words.

"Yeah. You're so beautiful."

. . . . . . . . .

It was past midnight when you left that 'haunted' mansion.

Gilbert's fingers caress your hair as you fall asleep on his lap. The red string was still tied around your pinky fingers. He smiled softly as he remembered what had transpired today. Everything was almost perfect until you fell and got lost in the labyrinth.

He saw you seemed to be hiding your other arm from his view, so he slowly lifted your arm while you were sleeping, and the first thing he noticed was the puffiness of your sleeve, then he gently pulled it down, unwrapped the handkerchief.

The swollen and bruised forearm changes his mood. Why did you lie to him?

You know how he hates lies.

A memory of you crying in the dark and reaching out for him when he found you quickly eased the irritation he felt after discovering you lied to him about not being hurt.

Gilbert wrapped the handkerchief around your forearm and will let this lie slide for now.

His gaze was transfixed on you while stroking your cheek. The only one who can smile and talk freely to him without feeling threatened, the only one who enjoys being with him, the only one who can make him happy and less lonely.

It was only you.

He returned his gaze to your injured arm and sighs.

Gilbert will definitely burn that mansion.

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theallenshorefangirl · 1 year

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Agent Rainbow's Daycare Prologue

They say strange things happen at night well, for this reason it was stranger.The calander hanging up in Desmond Wale's office read there was gonna be a lunar eclipse,but what was weird about it was since this powerful rainbow chemical was in the air,drinking water and well everywhere,the lunar eclipse reflected a strange multi-colored stream of beams into the buildings.Desmond was in his room laying on the bed,he places his hands on his head,likely he was suffering from a bad headache or migraine,he felt dizzy,sick to his stomach.He went to go get something for his headache before passing out.Agent Rainbow,Desmond's paranoia taken form was lurking in the halls and well he got a wave of dizziness which he thought was impossible,the inkblots that was by his side tilt their heads.Rainbow with the flick of his hand to motion them to leave him be and they did so.He placed his fadora over his face and laid on one of the random chairs in the hallway before strangely falling asleep.The next day arrives and alot of things were off,Rainbow woke up with a splitting headache.He places his fadora back onto his head,he heard the inkblots noise of attack but Rainbow didn't see any sight of Desmond but they was after him. Agent Rainbow was confused and ran towards the elevator.He went to the 2nd floor to Desmond's apartment room and swung the door wide open,he looks in his room, but he wasn't their. Rainbow went into the bathroom to check on himself, and when he looked into the mirror, "What the hell!? What happened last night? Did that asshole find a way to take my saying into a reality? Or is there something about that lunar eclipse last night that was the cause of this?" He thought for a while before going to Desmond's office, which his expression changed when he saw "Tonia!? But how?" There was a lady sitting on the desk,she looked quite young and had long pretty white hair that was short,minus the braid in the middle.She wore a white dress with a pink collar and a necklace too with "Tonia" engraved onto the heart of the necklace.She also had laced white socks and white dress shoes* "Paranoia....oh my bad Agent Rainbow you look different?" Tonia chuckles, still speaking with her soft voice."Ah, the thing he loved more and killed has a human form as well now,just great." *he crosses his arms and scoffs* "So do you know where Desmond is, or did you kill him?" Tonia snapped at him." Rainbow turned and glared at Tonia "oh if he was dead, well, we would both be dead,so either he's somewhere on the 1st floor or he's gone!" They fought and argued for about 2 hours.They didn't even see nor hear the chair move,the sound of a tape player being played nor see a strange small child has played a certain tape and entered the door.

(Aaahh first one done I hoped you like this little Prologue next up will Tonai and Rainbow get along as friends or will they still hate each other's guts...until next chapter)

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years

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Of Silver Threads and Golden Fates (Chapter 2: More Than This)

Summary: Kassie had been running from many things throughout her life. Running from her father. From Love. From Happiness. Falling headfirst to whatever she could just to make herself feel more alive. She became someone she never wanted to be. What happens when one dreary night she meets someone who along the way begins to show her that perhaps she was meant for something greater than what she made for herself and just maybe, Dreams can come true?

Pairing: Morpheus x Original Character

Warnings: Cursing, mention of violence, mention of blood

"The way I see it if you want the rainbow you got to put up with the storm" -Dolly Parton

Wonderland's Workshop

<< Chapter 1

The light that streamed through the window cast itself across the messy bedroom; its golden yellow hues shone onto articles of clothes that had been tossed in a hazardous manner the night previous. Leggings crumbled by the bathroom door that hung ajar. A long-sleeved sweater draped over the vanity chair. One sneaker was half hidden under the metal framing of a twin-sized bed while its partner was nowhere to be seen and a plain black bra hanging off the bedroom doorknob. Somewhere beneath the pile of grey fluffy comforters, a figure stirs awake as the light chose that moment to brighten the young woman’s face. Irritated because the blackout curtains were not shut as they normally would have been, Kassie was forced to awaken from her slumber. The sunshine hurt her already throbbing cranium as she raised a hand to shield the morning rays from her bloodshot eyes. God her entire body was hurting as hell too, not just her head. She blinked a few times and sat up on her elbows to stare around the room as if she had not seen it before; catching sight of every article of clothing that made the room a mess before noticing the men’s clean leather shoes by her bedroom door neatly sat and a cream colored blazer hanging on the hook on her closet door. She blinked trying to remember what happened after she got home. Corinthian was there since he’d taken her home. There were drinks involved, her ranting over Rob’s small dick move, and then she was crying over something and complaining her feet hurt. After that everything became a blur.

She twisted around to find Corinthian lying under the covers with her; one arm was thrown over his head, his rather surprisingly muscular bicep on full display as well as his cleanly sculpted chest down to his waist. He had no shirt on but he still wore those fucking shades covering his eyes from view. He looked like he was peacefully sleeping. Kassie looked down at herself next to find that she was wearing Corinthian’s missing green sweater and nothing but a pair of cheeky nylon panties underneath. God, she didn’t even want to know what her makeup and hair must have looked like right now; she was scared to lean over to look at her reflection in the vanity mirror that faced her bed. The woman ran her fingers through her tangled hair and rested her elbow on an upturned knee as she half turned to look over at Corinthian who hadn’t moved an inch. His chest rose and fell in even slow movements as he slept. At a closer look at the handsome man in her bed, she noticed the dark marks on his neck that peaked around from under where his arm blocked her view and Kassie gasped horrified as she leaned over and moved his arm away to look at the bruises on his tanned skin.

“Holy fuck!” she whispered.

She’d fucking marked the man with hickeys and…oh god were those teeth marks? Just to be sure she carefully peeled back the comforter to check and see if he was still wearing at least his boxers and she breathed a sigh of relief when she found not only was he still wearing boxers but his suit pants as well.

“Has anyone told yah your heart’s got teeth?” the lazy southern drawl made her jump and drop the comforter back on his lap; her head turning swiftly to look at him

He didn’t even sound as if he just woke up either! Was he awake this entire fucking time?! Kassie felt heat rise to her cheeks and she covered her face with her hands and groaned. “Oh my god! How much shit did I drink last night?”

The man let out a chuckle as his arm reached out to grab her by the back of her hair and playfully yank her backward until she had no choice but to allow gravity to pull her with his strength and flop on top of him unceremoniously; draping over him like a terrible flung blanket.

“If it makes you feel better we didn’t fuck.” he commented, his voice a rumble against the side of her face as she got comfortable on top of him and rested her cheek against his pectoral

“I feel like shit. I look like shit. And I smell like shit.” the dancer grumbled hiding her face in his chest. “I need a cup of coffee, some painkillers, and a shower before my brain even wants to consider what we did last night.”

Strong fingers lazily traced her jawline before lifting her face so he looked down at it; the feeling of those eyes of his scanning her face was unnerving up close considering in the 6 months they’d known each other she had never once seen him without his glasses on, not that she’d have the nerve to ask him about it, not yet at least. His lips turned down slightly in a show of thoughtfulness as his thumb began to wipe away smudged mascara and eyeliner from under her eyes.

“You don’t look that bad.” he finally relented allowing his hand to drop to her back once more, the pressure of his palm oddly comforting.

It was the oddest sensation lying next to this man. For everything he was worth that Kassie knew of him and all the feelings he brought out within her; the simple moment of lying in her shitty one-bedroom apartment seemed so mundane and so domestic. That was never a good sign. Kassie never did the whole domestically normal life when it came to men. If a man managed by the grace of god to enter her apartment it normally was for a quick fuck and then they would leave; that was if they’d ever make it to her apartment instead of the car, or run-down motel, shit even the alleyway. She didn’t bring men home 9/10 so why did she so willingly offer her small one-bedroom apartment to a man that by all rights could be a serial killer? Because Kassie didn’t give two shits. Maybe she was lonely, maybe she simply didn’t care about what happened to her life. It’s not the worst thing she’d ever done to fuck up her well-being. So if mister tall blonde and devilish wanted to murder her who was she to stand in the way?

“You’re overthinking again,” Corinthian commented breaking the silence

‘What? No, I’m not.” Kassie protested, her face scrunching up in disbelief as she lifted her head slightly to look at the man whose face was lit with a lazy smile.

“You’re playing footsy with me,” he replied and Kassie’s head snapped up to look down the length of the bed to where their bare feet stuck out from beneath the blankets. Sure enough, one of her smaller feet was idly brushing back and forth against his.

“I was not playing footsy!” she flounder as she pulled her feet away quickly and sat up. “What time is it anyway?” she added quickly trying to change the subject.

“I’d say around noon I think? I don’t know, I stopped checking the time after 9.” Corinthian drawled as he got comfortable in the bed again now that she was not lying on top of him.

“Wait, how long have you been awake?”

“I never slept.”

“What?!” Kassie bulked and scrambled to face him. “You didn’t sleep? Are you an insomniac or something?” she questioned tilting her head.

His head tilted to the ceiling and he breathed out a long patient sigh. “Something like that, you can say I’m not overly fond of what comes during slumber,” he added

She squinted a moment at him trying to figure him out; maybe he wore the sunglasses because his eyes were always bloodshot? With a mental shrug, the young woman leaned over the male to grab her phone from her nightstand that was being charged as she added with a playful tone of voice “You know I’ve read somewhere people who are insomniacs tend to be or later become serial killers or psychopaths.”

Corinthian didn’t reply to that although she could make out the slow grin creeping up onto his face at that. She wasn’t fond of that smile. It gave her a feeling that perhaps she hit the nail right on the head this time so instead, she distracted herself with what was on her phone. She didn’t mind as Corinthian casually gripped her hips and situated her over his lap as he watched from behind his dark shades as she absently checked her phone. The position was not at all new to either of them all things considered so it was rather comfortable.

“What’s that mean?” Kassie jolted when she felt his hands beneath the shirt she wore; having lifted it high enough that he could just make out the tattoo that jutted along her hipbone.

She seemed to freeze above him as she stared at the phone screen in front of her but her eyes were not moving so she wasn’t looking at what was on there. Her voice was soft as she spoke trying to sound disinterested “It’s just a feather tattoo.”

“You know, tattoos aren’t just some pretty body decorations. They generally have some sort of meaning behind them.” Corinthian drawled and Kassie lowered her phone just enough to glare at him.

“I’m going to go shower.” she tossed her phone down on the bed before swinging herself off of him and heading into the connected bathroom; the door slamming just a bit too hard as she closed it.

In the safety of the bathroom, she rested her back against the cold wood and took a breath. She didn’t realize her hands were shaking until she raised them to comb her hair back. “Get a fucking grip Kassie!” she muttered to herself as she stalked over to the bathroom sink

She looked utterly horrible. Her skin felt like a gallon of oil had been smeared on her face due to sleeping in her makeup. Her mascara and eyeliner were smeared and smudged making her look like a crazed raccoon and don’t get her started on the rat's nest that was her hair. She looked as tired as she felt.

“Is that a…?” her jaw dropped as she pulled her hair away from her neck. “Cori!” she shrieked pressing her fingers against the dark bruise on her neck “You shithead, you left me a fucking hickey!”

She could hear Corinthian’s rich chuckle from behind the door somewhere in the depths of her small bedroom and she had half a mind to stalk out there and punch him straight in his handsome face and knock out a few of those perfect teeth from his mouth. But she didn’t. Frankly, she didn’t want to damage that pretty face. It’d be a shame to humanity. So instead, she shucked off his sweater and her underwear. Turning on the water without even allowing it to get warm enough before climbing under the spray. The water was like ice droplets racing down her skin causing goosebumps to rise all over her body. She didn’t care, glad to wash away the drama and sweat from last night away. She found herself sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest allowing the water to roll down her body. Sometimes she just needed the moment; sitting there allowing the water to wash away all her sins and purify her for the day’s events to come even when she knew deep down that her sins would never wash away. When her fingers began to prune Kassie figured she needed to hurry up before the hot water ran out. So she rose, grabbed her favorite shampoo that made her hair smell like vanilla and warm sunshine, and began lathering the thick locks before matching it with the conditioner. Then she repeated the process all over again before moving on to her body. The coconut and shea butter felt moisturizing on her skin as she lathered up following up with the sugar scrub to polish her olive skin leaving it glowing. Once that was done she shut off her water and wrung her hair out. It was always such a process but one she had to do to keep up with appearances.

When she stepped out onto her bath mat she realized that she hadn’t brought out a towel in with her and she cursed under her breath. Cracking open the door to the bathroom she peered outside to see her bedroom was empty. Thank god, and there was the towel she needed hanging off of her closet door. So she darted out and snatched it quickly off the hook; seconds before the bedroom door swung open and Corinthian stood there with a cup of coffee in hand. She hugged the towel to her chest and gave a faint smile.

“Sorry I took so long, did you need the shower? There should be some hot water left.” she offered

“Actually, I have some business I have to attend to. As do you it seems. You’re phone’s been going off like crazy since you were in the shower.” he commented as he held his arm out holding the mug of coffee.

“Oh, thanks.” she blinked and grabbed the cup from him. Glad for the warmth that raced through her body as she took a sip of the coffee. Wait, how’d he know she liked her coffee like this? She opened her mouth to say something as she looked up from her mug but froze when Corinthian’s voice spoke by the front door followed by the sound of it closing behind him as he left

“Don’t wait up tonight roomie. I’ll see you at work tonight.”

She huffed setting her coffee down on her nightstand and went to grab her phone off the bed. She had so many missed messages from Alyssa making her take a moment to scroll up to read them all. The poor girl was freaking out over…? Oh hell no! Quickly hitting the call button Kassie sat on the bed with a thumbnail between her teeth as she waited anxiously for her friend to pick up. It did after a few rings.

“Aly? What happened is he still there?” she rushed out to say. She could hear the crying over the other end of the line and it sent Kassie into a protective frenzy. “Alyssa is he still there at the club?”

“Y-yes.” Alyssa’s choked reply came as she sniffled no doubt trying to wipe her tears away and clean up her makeup.

“Listen, I’m coming over right now okay? Go find Alex or Kevin and stick to them. Don’t let that fucker get near you. I’m on my way baby okay?” she said stalking over to her dresser to grab herself some clothes to throw on at random.

“Kassie please, don’t do anything stupid-” Alyssa rushed out to hastily say but Kassie was already plotting just what she’d do to the bastard.

“No one fucking hurts my friends Alyssa. Least of all a sweet girl like you. Now go find one of the boys and I’ll be over in 20.” Kassie hung up and began yanking on some jeans and a T-shirt before shoving her feet into her favorite metal-tipped combat boots.

The ride over to Club Sin was one filled with anxiety and barely contained rage. When the taxi pulled up she tipped and left the cab. She could see a few stragglers standing outside smoking and chatting; these were the day drinkers who’d stop by on occasion. Daytime was usually common folk time and any VIP people or of higher class came in at night for special entertainment. When she saw Andrew one of their door bouncers standing at the front door smoking with some of the daytime regulars she walked over and tipped her head inside.

“He still here?”

Andrew eyed her and nodded unamused. “Been drinking with his buddies. Refusing to leave, spitting shit about being a paying customer.” he snorted

“Paying customer huh? Oh trust me, he’s going to be paying for a lot more than he’s drinking.” Kassie stalked past the rope and inside the club.

Now, the club during day hours was like any other bar in town. Perhaps a little bit more on the classier side in decorations but at the end of the day, there was some good liquor here to drink hence why it’s popular during daylight and night hours. There were no dancers to entertain during day time. It functioned like any other bar just without the TV playing a shitty sports game. She scanned the room a few times before she noticed a group of 5 men at the bar taking up most of the space there. Allison, an older blonde woman in her 40s was working as a bartender today for which Kassie was glad; she and Allison got along great since she’d have her back.

Stalking over to the men Kassie stood behind one man with dirty blonde hair that looked like it was either crusting with gel that he hadn’t washed in a few days or he simply didn’t shower at all. She tapped him on the shoulder and when he spun around she gave him a sickly sweet smile.

“Hello, Jared,” she said tilting her head

“Oh for fuck’s sake. The bitch called her lap dog on me. “ the man, Jared stated with a disbelieving laugh.

Ignoring that comment Kassie placed her hands on her hips and leaned closer. “Yeah, she did because that’s what friends will do. Now, do you remember the last time something like this happened? Do you remember what I told you?” that same sickly sweet smile plastered on her face despite the way her eyes blazed with internal rage.

“You know what? I don’t think I do. I was too busy being distracted by your amazing tits. How much do they cost to get done?” his brown eyes fell to her chest

Kassie’s hands shot out and grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and yanked him off his bar stool only to throw him across the room onto another table. His larger body crashed down rather heavily having not expected the launch from such a tiny girl.

“I said I’d cut your dick off and glue it to your forehead so you look like a limp dicked unicorn asshole!” she snarled launching herself at him. A knee came up to kick him in the gut causing him to double over to his knees.

“Do you think it’s fun beating women huh? Do you think it’s fucking fun?!” the toe of her steel boots caught him in the nose as she swung a kick directed at his face causing him to spit up blood.

Jared scrambled to his feet as best he could and bull-dozed her across the room until her back hit against one of the structural pillars; his beefy hands grasping at her neck pinning her in place and choking the breath out of her. Her lips curled up into a snarl which promptly got backhanded causing her vision to spin and her head to snap to the side. Her blurry vision caught sight of a bottle of beer sitting on an empty table and she thrust her hand out to grab the neck of the bottle and swing it down to smash it brutally against Jared's head causing a splatter of blood to fly across her skin. The man crumbled to the ground wheezing for breath as he wiped at his forehead; fingers coming back with a thick stain of red.

“I’m going to kill you, you sick fucking freak! I warned you to keep your paws off her!” she panted watching as his friends scrambled to grab their friend off the ground.

Her hazel eyes were damned near pitch black as she launched herself forward with the shattered bottle still grasped in her fist intending to thrust the jagged glass into the man’s jugular but strong arms wrapped around her waist hauling her up off her feet. She screamed in rage struggling as Kevin pulled her away from the men who were scrambling to get the fuck out of there before Ms. Murder decided she wanted to hulk out of the bouncer’s grip.

“Kassie relax! Hey!” Kevin shouted over her screaming as she shoved her into an empty booth; blocking her exit as she tried to get out of the booth. “He’s learned his lesson kitten, relax!” The man clamped a hand onto her shoulder to hold her down and have her meet his stare.

She took a moment to breathe; trying to calm the murderous rage within her. She saw Alyssa’s figure creep around the corner and she almost went into a fucking rampage all over again. She saw the bruises dark and painful across her cheek and eye; her lip was split and her makeup was running down her cheeks. She looked so frail standing there holding her jacket around her frame. God only knew what that sick bastard had done to her beneath the conservative clothing she wore.

“Aly. You okay baby?” Kassie breathed scrambling out of the other end of the half-circle booth and rushing to her friend.

Alyssa nodded and fell into her friend’s arms. A sob left her throat as she clutched to Kassie’s waist hugging the life out of her. The woman hugged her back and looked across the room at the damage done. Tables were overturned and shattered glass was on the floor. And then there was Rob standing in the middle of it all looking around like he was looking at a murder scene. Fuck. She was totally and utterly fucked.

She was fucking fired. Rob fucking fired her! Was it bad to feel the relief that flooded her as she stood in his office watching him rage at her? It wasn’t like she enjoyed dancing like a whore on stage for some cash to get her by. But at the same time; it was something that she could count on being a constant thing to get her past the next month's rent. If anything, she was more concerned about what it meant for Alyssa. Her friend with her abusive boyfriend. Hopefully, the man learned his lesson today. If not, Kassie wouldn’t mind taking prison time if it came to it. At least she got out of working a double shift for Chelsey and not keeping her pay. But that just meant she needed to find a new job and fast. As she stood on the sidewalk outside of Club Sin with her duffle bag filled with her few items from the dressing room she found she was lost as to where to go next. She idly wiped away the dried blood on her cheek as she looked down one side street and then the next as if choosing where to turn.

She figured she’d just head to grab a coffee or something; get away from the bustle of the people on this street and give her time to think. Maybe by some miracle, she’ll find herself a job. She couldn’t call Corinthian to let him know what was going on because she realized he’d never given her his number. Oh well, she supposed he’d figure it out eventually when she didn’t know up for work tonight. Duffle in hand, she walked down the street until she came to a cute little coffee shop. She ordered herself a vanilla iced coffee and a bagel before heading back out into the world. There was a park somewhere nearby wasn’t there? She should sit there and relax a moment before putting herself back on that grind to finding a new job and probably a new place to stay although all things considered she couldn’t afford anything better and anything worse than what she had now would be no better than living in an abandoned warehouse. So she walked. She walked down the street enjoying the scent of earth and moist soil from the night’s previous rain they’d gotten. She saw kids playing out in the open field and some in the public park playing on slides and swings. There was a bench where a figure clad in black sat leaning with his elbows on his knees; plucking away at pieces of a load of bread while flicking it absentmindedly at a group of pigeons that cooed in appreciation as they gobbled up the crumbs.

“I didn’t know people enjoyed feeding these vultures unless they’re old folks,” Kassie commented as she came up behind the man sitting there.

His head turned and she was stunned at the beauty of the man’s face. Oddly familiar in the way his pale skin stretched across sharp cheekbones and pink lips pursing as if they were not too keen on having company. His eyes though looked up from below with thick black lashes and dark brows in a way that made Kassie think he was trying to ward her off with his stare alone.

“They are pigeons. Not vultures.” his voice was soft as he corrected her; his head turning away from her

“It was a joke,” Kassie stated under her breath as she sat down on the other end of the bench leaving enough space for one more person between them. “Hey, don’t I know you from the club?” she asked turning her gaze to his which he did not meet.

“No.”

Okay, that was a very short answer. Kassie took a sip of the iced coffee; idly stirring the liquid sugar in her plastic cub as she thought of something else to say. She was not much of a casual conversationalist either but for some reason, she felt as if she needed to fill the silence with her words somehow. So she pressed on. Setting her things down in the space between them she leaned over to try and meet his gaze and offer a genuinely friendly smile as she spoke.

“I’m pretty sure I have. I don’t forget faces often-” she began

A white object from her peripheral came flying at high speeds in their direction and before she had a chance to duck or dodge the kickball a pale hand shot out in front of her gaze; long fingers curling around the ball effortlessly. Stopping it from hitting Kassie straight in the face. Her eyes wide in shock stared at the hand; absently studying those long fingers thinking they were actually nice. They reminded her of a guitarist or pianist’s hands. The mystery man slowly lowered the ball from her space and held it out as a handsome hand with chocolate skin came rushing over with a sheepish smile.

“Shit, I’m sorry about that! Nice catch by the way!” he laughed embarrassed. “You okay miss?” he turned his brown gaze to meet Kassie’s and her smile was a little bit strained as she nodded.

“Y-yeah. All good,” she replied.

“Y-you sure, you have a cut and a bruise on your cheek; did the ball-” the sports player began, and Kassie’s waved a hand around her face

“I’m good, it wasn’t from the ball.” she laughed a bit sheepishly feeling the heat of the stranger’s gaze beside her on the side of her face.

“Alright…” the young man replied as he gave a final wave of hesitation before he was rushing back to his friends with his kickball.

Kassie dared a glance over to the pale dark-haired stranger sitting beside her to see he was staring at the bruise that bloomed dark and darker still as the hours passed on her olive skin. She tried to act casual about it as she rested her chin in her palm; fingers in an attempt to cover most of the damage done to her face as she turned her head away.

“You should take care of that.” the man’s voice spoke softly beside her. Did he actually have concern for her despite sounding monotone as he spoke? That was a sweet thought.

“It’s fine. It’ll heal. Trust me I’ve dealt with worse than a few cuts and bruises.” she tried to laugh it off as she grabbed her bagel from the bench space between them and took a bite out of it.

The pigeons had flown away in fright when the ball had been kicked in their direction so now that the man did not have the bird’s company to feed his attention was on her. Studying her as she chewed on her bagel. A drip of whatever sauce the bagel she was eating had on stained the corner of her lips and he watched intently as one manicured fingertip wiped it away and sucked at the digit. Something about this girl was alluring in ways that she did not seem to know she was eluding to as she sat enjoying her meal. But he did notice. He noticed the way her knee bounced slightly as one leg was crossed over the other. A habit of nerves. He noticed the way her gaze seemed to scan her surroundings in ways that made him think she was either looking for someone or watching for a threat. And he certainly noticed as she sat her bagel down onto its wrapper between them the pink ink of a tattoo on her inner forearm catching the light of the sun above them filtering through the tree branches; it was beautifully done of a branch of a sakura blossom tree.

It was an unusual tattoo. Not one that he’d seen before on a human. It looked old, not in the sense of timing that it was placed on her skin but more of the era that the design may have once held a purpose. She seemed to notice his unblinking stare because she turned to face him and raised a brow with a faint smile.

“Something on my face?” she asked as she wiped at her mouth.

“Who gave you that injury?” he questioned surprising both himself and her with the curiosity that slipped through him.

Kassie licked her bottom lip thoughtfully as she leaned her body on the back of the bench and turned her attention to her boots that were crossed at the ankles. “Just some man,” she replied shrugging. “He wasn’t happy that a woman stood up to him.” when she caught the man’s furrowed look she gave a little laugh, her fingers playing with the straw of her iced coffee.

“My friend’s boyfriend is an abusive piece of shit. It’s not the first time I’d warned him from touching her but I guess he’s such a sexist that he didn’t think I was serious about my threats.” she snorted thinking back to Jared’s face as she beat the shit out of him.

“And he did that to you?” a pale hand rose; a single finger tracing featherlight along her bruised cheek

Kassie’s smile faltered slightly and she swallowed the nerves down. “Yes,” she said softly. “But you should have seen how bad he looked at the end of it. I got lucky.” she turned her head to look at the man.

“Thank you, by the way. For saving me from getting my nose broken by that ball. You have amazing reflexes.” it did not slip past him that she was quick to change the subject.

“I do not like seeing people get hurt.” came the same soft reply as the man turned his head away.

Kassie nodded slowly. “You’re a rare species then. There aren’t a lot of men like you living here in New York.” she jested

“There are no men like me in this world.” the odd reply made Kassie turn her attention to him. Only now noticed he wore a long black coat, black shirt beneath, and black trousers.

“You’re an odd one. How are you not hot in that?” she reached out to playfully tug at the collar of his shirt when he pulled his head away sharply in surprise. Like a startled deer or something. It made Kassie’s smile falter and her hand pulled away just as quickly. “Sorry,” she mumbled

The man did not reply and instead rose to his feet. Fixing his coat as he did and held out the loaf of bread to her in silence. When she took it he turned his body away to head across the grass. “Thank you for the company.”

Kassie looked a bit surprised as she watched him walk away without another word and instead headed across the green lawn to where she could see a beautiful woman standing with her arms crossed waiting patiently for his arrival. Even from this distance, Kassie could tell the woman was beautiful with chocolate skin that glowed and short ringlets of black hair wearing a black pair of jeans and a matching tank top. Heh, must be his girlfriend. Kassie mused thoughtfully as she watched the woman link arms with the handsome stranger and stroll away. Having no purpose left to sit there anymore, Kassie rose and packed up her things before heading back to hail herself a cab to get home. She could scroll for jobs hiring in the area on her phone while she binged on some snacks at home since she no longer had a job to go to tonight. She didn’t remember the last time she’d ever had a night to herself that didn’t involve her going to clubs and partying with her friends or going home with strangers. It was funny how she brought a stranger home now instead of going to one’s house.

When she finally shoved her door closed behind her upon arriving home she was surprised to see Corinthian sitting on her sofa sipping on some alcohol with the TV on to a random channel. At the sound of the door closing his head tilted to meet her gaze across the room. She moved through the room to drop her stuff inside the bedroom door. She planned on just hiding away in her room but the man’s voice spoke up with a lazy drawl.

“That was quite a show back there Darlin; Didn’t know you had such anger in yah.”

She bit her lip and peeked around the doorframe to look at him as he craned his head to look at her with a smile. She shrugged and crossed her arms as she moved her body to lean against the doorframe. The waning light ghosted through the room casting it in a warm yellow making her realize how late she actually had been out.

“You were there? I didn’t see you,” she commented staring at whatever talk show was on the TV

“I was up in the office with Mr. Robby.” there was a little teasing nature behind his words. “Saw the whole thing from his windows. Very impressive I must say.”

“Did he tell you I’m fired? So uh, if you need a place to stay I don’t think you’ll be able to stay here much longer; I’m going to need to move soon unless I can find a job that makes me as much or more than the club did.”

“No, you don’t.” Corinthian beckoned her over to him and she paused a moment studying him. He didn’t seem like a threat but she didn’t like the energy he was giving off. As if she could see the black smoke of shadows like poison oozing out from his very person.

But she eventually caved and walked across the short distance to stand in between his splayed legs. As casually as this morning he leaned forward to place the glass of liquor on the coffee table behind her before his large hands gripping her waist to pull her to straddle his lap. She looked down at him with furrowed brows as he lifted a hand to brush along her bruised and cut cheek.

“It’s a shame to mar such beautiful skin.” he sighed almost regrettably.

Kassie shrugged as she sat back against his thighs and played with the buttons of his white dress shirt. “It’s nothing. I’ve dealt with worse,” she replied.

Why was it that anytime she was around this man she felt so weak? As if he could see all her damn faults. All the sins from her past? She hated the feeling as if he could see straight through her; hated the fact that she felt seen by someone for once even if it meant being seen in an ugly light.

“Don’t you worry your pretty head about him no more Darlin. He won’t hurt anyone else again. I promise you that.” there was something sick behind his smile as he looked up at her and she felt her gut twist a bit. The taste of fear on her tongue was not something she liked in her mouth. She nodded slowly trying not to allow his intimidation to show its effect on her.

“What did you mean a moment ago? About not having to move? Are you planning on being my sugar daddy or something?” she tried to joke; her face twisting into a small smile.

“Just know you’re bank account won’t ever be empty again.” that was all Corinthian replied as he tapped under her chin lightly.

She didn’t know if she liked the sound of that. It sounded ominous coming from him. “I’m still going to get me a job Cori. I can’t just sit idle and do nothing.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to.” he flashed his pearly whites.”Now, hop up and go order yourself some takeout. I’ll be home late.”

She climbed from his lap and watched as he rose to his feet; fixing his suit as he did and headed for the door. Huffing she got comfortable on the sofa as she watched him. “For someone who needs a place to stay Cori you aren’t around so much mister!” she called after him but he didn’t reply; his only answer was the click of the door as he shut it behind him upon his exit.

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