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obutsuwrites · 3 years

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needy (brother!dabi x f!reader)

summary: Turquoise eyes bore down into you. "Put them down my pants." Chapped lips curled into an impish grin. Lopsided and showing a sliver of teeth. His pink tongue poked out, as if to imply it were a joke. xxx i did little editing n wrote this on my phone oops warnings: ball worship/play (maybe??), cum, handjob, incest, licking, smut, spit word count: 2,086 masterlist | tipjar | twitter | commission info | ask box is open taglist: @shigatomu @sadjealouswhore @tenaciousgothstudentauthor @kaccatus @proxy9301 @yanderewoods @the-originals-lover

The sky was void of stars. A black canvas you stared into, body shivering. Touya -- like any good older brother -- sat next to you. His leg was rubbing against yours. He felt incredibly warm despite the chill. You stared into your open palms. It was your fault Touya was stuck out here… with you. He was just being a good brother. He insisted. Wanting nothing more than comfort, you greedily complied. You hated these fights. Shouting matches between your parents seemed punctual during the holidays. Your father blamed the stress, your mother blamed him. You? You blamed their cursed union.

Your heart hurt at the thought of it; love that meant nothing. Touya tried to be reassuring. He claimed your folks still loved each other, it just wasn't the same as yours. Touya's love was extra special. Something so precious no one replicate it. You liked to think he had your best interests at heart, despite his rough exterior.

Touya smelled like cigarettes and obnoxious deodorant. You knew the strong scent was meant to hide his habits. Mother and father didn't know he smoked. Touya told you simply, "It's our little secret. Isn't it meant to be special?" You didn't know; secrets felt wrong to keep, but Touya only wanted the best for you. He told you all the time. You were his sweet little sister. His keeper. Being so close to him made your heart swell. Touya was nurturing towards you, if not babying you at times.

There is a comfortable silence between the two of you as Touya huffs down his cigarette.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, still staring into your hands. You felt useless like this. Touya had to be hurting, too. He just hid the ache for your sake. It was selfish. You looked up at Touya. His chiseled features were blessed even under streetlights. Sharp jawline, piercing eyes. A man far more handsome than any other. You wondered if wanting to kiss him was normal. Just a peck on the cheek; like when you were kids. He'd pepper you in sloppy kisses, cheeks stuffed with gushers. The sensation was obnoxious. His sugary drool mixed with the kisses, and dribbled down your face. Touya would point and claim you were dirty now -- so as any good brother-- you were treated to a hot bath.

Touya pulled you back into the wintery night, a lazy arm draped over your shoulders. "Don't worry about it, little sis. You're my favorite, ya know that, right?" Compliments from Touya weren't rare. His raspy voice brimmed with praise. Passing comments that cemented 1themselves in your mind -- like a root. You wanted nothing but make him proud. And yet, you let him down by being such a baby. The shouting had again forced you outside. Neither of you were dressed for such chilly misery. Touya clad in flannel pajama pants, torn hoodie. Black boots beat all to hell. His only complete jacket was draped over you. He didn't want you to catch a cold.

You flash him a smile, "You're my favorite, Touya. I love you!" You buried your face in his chest. Tiny arms wrapped around his lean frame. Despite his height, Touya was a teddy bear; always seeking your comfort. His displays were cute, but you sometimes wondered if they meant more. If he wanted you closer. You waved away the perversion, opting to take a sniff of Touya.

Harsh cigarettes and minty aftershave. A smell that reminded you of headpats and random touches. Touya couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. He needed to touch some part of you, always. You didn't know anything else. If anything, his calloused hands felt like home. Secure.

"Like the smell?" Touya laughed. His chest vibrated against your head. A roar. The sensation was familiar. Touya's laugh was rhythmic. Something buried within it was almost hypnotizing. You could listen forever. His joy was practically infectious.

Your voice came out muffled, "Touya… you smell good." A lazy haze was in your voice. Being so close to Touya was intoxicating. Your older brother in your future was inevitable. An ending you looked forward to. Anticipated. His body was warm; your heater in the chill. Touya's lean muscles relaxed into you. He was enamored with the affection. Blind devotion to older brother Touya… Kinda hot.

He flinched at the thought and shrunk in your hold. Was it… These were fantasies? Visuals that haunted him during cuddle sessions and sleepovers. Any skin to skin. No matter how insignificant. He ached for you. Flashes of you naked, asking big brother Touya to cum in your cunt. Fill you up until you couldn't take anymore. Your face red and feverish underneath him.

You returned the perceived attention, and nuzzled into your favorite big brother.

"My hands are cold," you remarked. The very tip of your fingers dared to poke out, pricking the cold. The flesh was starting to ache. Your blood was so frigid it hurt. A river in the dead of winter. Barren. More ice than water.

Admiring eyes looked up at Touya. Intense and starry. Touya compared your eyes to a nebula; infinite and overflowing with sparkles. There was something electric in your eyes. Something Touya couldn't ignore. He tried to, like any good brother, you didn't believe in no. You hunted him down until you became attached to his hip. Your body was too much; your space was his space now. Touya once read it was trauma bonding -- survival for both of them. But Touya liked to think you liked him despite it. He'd envision you dating him. He was convinced you would if you weren't related, why else can he touch you? Some naughty piece of you was a degenerate… just like him.

Turquoise eyes bore down into you. "Put them down my pants." Chapped lips curled into an impish grin. Lopsided and showing a sliver of teeth. His pink tongue poked out, as if to imply it were a joke. But under the luminance of amber, Touya’s lean body was hard to ignore. Every breath came out with a shiver; muscles relaxed and contracted again under his tattered hoodie. He acted like the cold was a joke. Touya wanted to be the big brother you depended on -- your first.

Wide, innocent eyes looked up at him, your mouth slightly agape. You took his words at face value; Touya wouldn’t do anything wrong. Why would he? He was always protective, always looking out for you… always the one to sit outside with you, no matter how miserable the weather. Neither could you deny your curiosity. ‘Being that close with Touya…’

Your fingers lingered on the hem of pants. The material was plush. You hoped his thighs were as soft. Pillowy and welcoming and warm. He felt like home… He was home. Touya brought you comfort, security, and a certain joy you didn’t find with anyone else. Not even friends.

Your breath came out hot and ghosted over his neck, “Okay, Touya.” His name played on your vocal cords in a melody. It was a sound he wanted to hear forever. Courage was in your heart as a hand snaked under Touya’s pants. Only one, a test. You desired this closeness with him -- chest aching and pulse racing. Yet the act itself still carried an air of taboo. Neurons in the back of your skull fired off with judgement. You blissfully shoved away the thoughts and shoved another hand down his pants. His thighs were sturdy. Athletic. Blood slowly began to trickle back into numb fingertips. The familiar sensation of a sore heat.

Silence again fell. Touya stared off into the distance. An attempt to ignore how delicate your hands were. How good your hands would feel wrapped around him..

Touya adjusts himself. Your hands follow suit and rested ever closer to his crotch. You saw he wore plain black boxers. Thin material that forced you to hyperfocus on his bare thighs. Touya had noticed the crimson that flooded your cheeks. Like any good brother, he decided to catalog the memory. It was only fair to tease you later.

“Thanks, Touya.”

He makes a mistake and looks down. Your eyes are so big, so wanting. Touya can’t help himself.

Calloused hands eclipse yours. Touya is as cold as the wintery night. Frigid. Icy. He’s gentle and guides your hand to his bulge. You can feel the outline of his veins. His member is thick. Touya rubs your hands against it; a twitch shoots through his cock.

“You wanna touch it, little sis?” His eyes are bright in the night. Azul gems that twinkled and burned. His voice is gruff. Words laced with lust. The sound is unfamiliar, but you recognize the heaviness to it.

Tiny, curious hands sneak into Touya’s boxers. You try to learn his body; fingers grasping for any contact. Your fingers trace his veins, until interest bears too much, and you give a careful stroke. Touya shutters in response, “D-don’t stop.” He whimpers, something unheard of for your capable older brother. Touya sounds so vulnerable. A spark ignites in your stomach.

His hands grip wiry thighs as you gingerly work his cock. Touya tries to steady himself. Years were spent and counted with hope. Fantasies of your hands trailing down his body. Inexperienced fingers dwarfed by his cock. His day dreams usually involved you complimenting him -- insisting he was your favorite brother. Your favorite.

"Touya, can I see it?" You couldn't have asked anymore innocently. Your voice carried a quiet squeak to it. It was a familiar warmth. Embarrassment. You hadn't touched anyone like this before. Truthfully, Touya was the only person you wanted to touch. He carried comfort. Some concrete sense of home. Blood had returned to your fingers, the ache now gone.

Touya nods, black hair showing roots. He fit a redhead just as well, but the rugged man preferred sticking out. He wanted you to remember him. Touya craved to be your only thought. Your only desire. He noticed how loyal you were -- keeping little secrets and lying for him. Touya heard it once, but you told a lie for him. "No, Dad. The neighbor's were outside smoking. Touya sat with me again."

His keeper.

Innocent eyes widen; Touya's cock is unlike anything you've imagined seen. His cock was lengthy, veins thick and pulsing. Under yellow light and a starless sky, his head twitched. The sterling metal caught your eye.

"Touya..?"

Before you can make your sentence tangible, Touya glides your hand over his exposed cockhead, "Please." His eyes burn with need. Sweat glistens his cheeks. Touya looks at you like you're the moon; luminous and shining for him. You feel like his world in this moment as your fragile thumb strokes Touya's sensitive head. He squirms under you and occasionally pants a little too loud. Drool collects at the corner of his grin.

The sight of Touya inspires you. One hand wrapped around his length, pumping him, and the other works his now slick head. Pre-cum leaks down his cock and provides ample glide. A furnace begins in Touya's stomach -- the familiar sensation of an orgasm.

"St-stop, baby." The term makes your eyes glow, "Play with my balls." Roughly, he shoves your moist hand onto his balls. Intrigued, you give them an experimental kneed. In response, Touya grinds into you and coaxes out a shiver. Gently, you worked his balls. Massaging and caressing. Working his needy flesh.

Suddenly, Touya's nicotine breath is obvious in your face. Blue eyes drink you in before a pink tongue laps at your cheek. Touya is relentless. He slobbers you like a dog -- no regard for his spit nor your comfort. Saliva trails down your chin. You close an eye and continue to pump him. His tongue is squishy, hot, and wet on your cheek. The humidity of his breath contributes to your rosy gleam; cheeks red and moist. His need physically manifests. Greedy, narrow hips thrust into your palm. Hungry for contact.

"Don't stop. G-gonna cu-cum," his words fall out tangled and breathless. Being a good little sister, you quicken your pace. His cock pulses and a deep groan rumbles from his chest, the vibration heavy against you. Cum spurts from his pierced slit and onto your fingers. Syrupy and thick. It coats your hand and feels almost too warm.

You sit in silence while Touya tries to regulate his breathing. His calloused thumb rubs your heated cheeks. Flushed and wanting to please.

"You need a bath, little sister."

#dabi x reader #touya x reader #bnha #smut #mha

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bitterlikesweets · 3 years

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There’s No Lying About Love

This is a sidlink fic but there’s also a bit of one-sided zelink

It’s around 2000 words

Link doesn’t know how to tell Zelda that there is someone else that he needs to go back to.

He doesn’t know how to admit it, when she’s battered and bruised, looking at him with green eyes so full of affection that he can’t hope to match it. He averts his gaze uneasily, fidgeting with a large silver band attached to his belt--a bracelet that just so happens to belong to a certain prince that he would love to teleport back to as soon as possible.

“Do you remember me?” Zelda asks, and Link bites his tongue because those green eyes narrow as she continues to gaze at him, and they’re gentle and close and unfamiliar.

How is he supposed to tell her? How is he supposed to explain things to her when she’s looking at him like nothing’s changed? Everything has changed for Link. He’s known her as nothing more than a disembodied voice and few scattered memories that barely feel real for months now. He vaguely recalled a few moments here and there from his past life, but they don’t feel like his memories. He saw himself, but it felt like he was witnessing a different person. That stoic and proper knight did not feel like the current Link, the Link who ran around half naked in the woods, swinging tree branches at anything that so much as looked in his direction. The personal knight of Zelda feels so different from the young man who spends his free time climbing mountains and eating mushrooms he finds off the ground.

Those one hundred years turned Link into a different man, but Zelda is the same as she ever was, and the guilt rocks him until he’s unsteady on his feet. When he stumbles away from her, she reaches out to help him, and she smiles as if she knows how he’s feeling, but she doesn’t. He clutches Sidon’s bracelet, hanging low by his waist, and it calms him until he sees Zelda’s eyes follow the movement of his hands.

“Ah,” she says softly. Her gaze lowers, and he suddenly realizes that she is shaking, her eyes barely able to stay open, and his own selfishness pools heavily in his stomach. He feels sick. He’s been thinking nothing but himself, and Zelda is barely hanging on. How has he not thought to let her rest now that the battle is over?

He supposes part of him has thought of her as similar to the goddess whose power she wields, after knowing her as nothing more than that voice, as a far off entity that had been doing the impossible for a century. It’s strange to see her and think of her as a person, a person who is likely exhausted and clearly staring at Link like a maiden in love, even in her tired state.

“My sheikah slate,” she mumbles, her eyelids fluttering. “Perhaps we can…”

She falls forward, and Link is barely quick enough to catch her, and that’s when he realizes that she was never gazing at Sidon’s bracelet in the first place. He shifts to pull her up onto his back, and she feels impossibly light. He wonders when she’s last eaten as he absentmindedly sets his destination on the sheikah slate, and it’s only as the blue light swirls around him that he realizes that in his panic, he’s sent them straight to Zora’s domain.

When her arms flop limply over her shoulders, and he moves her higher on his back so that her bare feet don’t dip in the water surrounding the shrine in the Domain, Link realizes that he’s tired too. His muscles ache and his clothes are torn, and he wants nothing more than to feel Sidon’s cool fingers on his cheeks, the remedy that has healed his mind as many times as Mipha’s powers healed his body. Perhaps that was why he traveled there instead of his home in Hateno; a part of him was searching for the remedy he always used after a tough battle.

But he can’t help but think it was awful timing for him to fall back on his habits. As much as he loves Sidon’s touch, Sidon’s smile, the Zora prince’s presence will do nothing to lessen the guilt currently gnawing at Link’s insides.

As Link slowly makes his way up the steps, the princess on his back, he spies Sidon standing in front of Mipha’s statue in the courtyard, and Link can’t help but silently curse his awful luck. Sidon sees Link immediately, yellow eyes growing wide and then even wider upon noticing who Link carries on his back. Link is sure that Sidon was probably too young when they knew each other to truly recognize her, but Sidon was the one who saw Link off when he marched off to fight Calamity Ganon. Sidon knew enough about the situation to guess.

Or maybe Sidon did recognize her. Maybe a sense of familiarity washed over the prince, from seeing this woman from his childhood again. Maybe Sidon remembered her more than Link did, even with what little memories Link had left still vivid in his mind.

The thought makes the heavy feeling in Link’s stomach burn.

When he sees Link sway, Sidon rushes over, hands outstretched to help Link, as always, but Link pulls back just before they can touch, not sure if he could handle both Sidon and Zelda at once, even with the princess unconscious. Sidon steps back, yellow eyes staring inquisitively down at Link, but Link averts his gaze, instead focusing his gaze on the floor.

“Are you alright, love?”

Link flinches at the name but nods, and with his gaze still stubbornly glued to floor, he misses Sidon’s frown. When the prince speaks again, his voice is softer, more hesitant.

“Is the princess alright?”

Link nods again, shifting her slightly higher on his back.

"I can arrange a bed for her. I'm sure you're tired too."

Link nods again, and when a few of the Zora come to take her away, she clings to Link, small hands balled up in the blue fabric of his dirty Hylian tunic. Link frowns slightly, leaning his head back to look at her, nudging her head with his in the process. She’s still knocked out, but she nuzzles into his touch and Link stiffens, the now familiar feeling of guilt only worsening when he turns and sees Sidon frowning down at him, his hands clasped behind his back.

It’s moments like these when he wishes words came easily to him, but as always, they don’t. So he hangs his head and pries Zelda’s hands off, refusing to watch as the Zora gently whisk her away into the night.

The lack of her physical weight does nothing to lighten Link’s terrible mood and increasing fatigue. He thinks about going to her, waking her up, just to get the likely devastating conversation over with. He thinks of her, waking alone some time tomorrow, wondering why the knight she seems to love so much is not by her side. He thinks of having to tell her that he can’t be by her side, not like she wants him too.

And the heavy liquid guilt in his stomach sways and rocks him because he thinks of how everyone she ever knew and loved is now gone—except for Link, but in a way, he’s gone too.

Link wants to vomit. He physically sways, and Sidon’s large hands come to hold him up by the elbows and Link’s head spins because Hylia, he loves Sidon, and he loves the prince’s smile and the way those hands always treat him like a treasure, like something precious, but at the moment, even that gentle affection feels like it’s too much. Because he’s something precious to too many people, and he looks up to push Sidon back and his eyes lock on Mipha’s statue—

A garbled noise crawls out of his throat—a whimper combined with a shout of distress, a noise that a wounded animal might make. And Sidon smiles down at him. His red hands slide from Link’s elbows to his shoulders. He squeezes, and Link sags beneath the tension.

“You worry too much, beloved,” Sidon says, and his voice is soft, only for Link to hear.

Link’s eyebrows pull sharply downwards as he frowns because clearly he hasn’t worried enough--if he’d thought more about it, he would’ve been more prepared for this. He would have had a speech or a letter ready or something. He would’ve noticed the signs from those brief memories and not been so caught off guard by the look in Zelda’s eyes while they were both at the edge of their sanity, the last of Calamity Ganon’s energy still fading in the air behind them.

“I worried similarly to you,” Sidon said, “at first. After all, my sister was as fond of you as I am.”

Link shrinks beneath Sidon’s gaze, a frown pulling at his lips. Link thought about it back then too. When he met her spirit in the Divine Beasts, his cheek warmed and he spluttered like a fish out of water because Mipha gauged his feelings for Sidon with little more than a glance. It was easier with Mipha, because she knew without him saying.

And because she could not hope for a future between the two of them, but Link often tries not to think of it that way.

“I wondered,” Sidon continued, gently guiding Link to stand in front of Mipha’s statue, “if she would ever forgive me for such a thing. She loved you deeply, and I…”

Sidon’s hands tighten on Link’s shoulders.

“I wasn’t sure what I owed to her, and if that outweighed what I wanted for myself. I’m sure it is harder on you, knowing that you are all the princess has.”

Link’s hands clench into fists at his sides.

“Link,” Sidon says, and his voice is a whisper again, “I love you. And if, someday far in the future, you found someone you loved much more than me, someone who made you happy, I would understand. I would let you go.”

Sidon spins Link around so that they are facing each other, and Link has no idea when Sidon began to kneel, but they are suddenly eye to eye. Sidon slowly reaches for him, cradling Link’s face in his hands.

“And if the princess truly loves you—and if I make you happy—then she, too, will understand.”

Link is still uneasy, but the painful, heavy guilt in his gut abates a bit. He relaxes just enough to lean into Sidon’s touch, to weakly smile back when Sidon flashes him a sharp-toothed grin. He places his hand’s over Sidon’s as the prince continues to cradle his face, humming slightly in appreciation, and Sidon’s grin grows even brighter. When the nervousness and panic begins to slowly fade, Link realizes just how tired he is. He feels the ache in all his muscles from the long fight, from staying up multiple nights throughout that grueling battle. He sags forward and Sidon catches him with a laugh.

“I think that’s enough being Hero of Hyrule for a little while,” Sidon says. “Time to take a break. Be Link for a few days.”

Link wearily shakes his head with a grumble, even as he burrows into the prince’s arms. He thinks of all the things he should do—people he should inform of Calamity Ganon’s demise. He wants to sweep the areas most prone to monsters, and there’s no telling what he will have to do with Zelda to help her rebuild the kingdom.

“The world can wait a few days,” Sidon says firmly. “It waited a hundred years with a great beast fighting for its destruction; it will survive for at least a few days more.”

Link grumbles dissent again, even as Sidon slowly but surely pulls him to the bedroom to rest.

“Alright then. Sir Hero, think of the lover you’ve been neglecting. Surely, spending time with me is part of your many duties?”

Link’s next grunt sounds like a reluctant form of agreement and Sidon grins brightly, sweeping Link off of his feet and cradling the little Hylian close to his chest. Link manages a playful punch to Sidon’s chest before his eyes lip shut, sleep turning his mind into a dizzy haze.

Just before he drifts off, he hears Sidon speak up, but he’s too out of it to truly take in the words.

“Princess Zelda! How long have you been awake?”

“Oh, well… Just long enough, I suppose.”

Link hears a sniffle. Then Sidon’s voice, full of sympathy.

“Your highness…”

“Just… Take care of him, will you?”

“...Of course. You have my word.”

The real world is lost to Link after that, but he dreams a wonderfully pleasant dream. He stands beside Sidon, their hands linked together. And they look up at the sky together. The goddess Hylia looks down upon them, but her face is strangely familiar. Bright green eyes regard the couple fondly, and when she smiles down at Link, he grins brightly up at her in return.

#sidlink #fanfiction

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finalcreacher · 3 years

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From The Earth to The Morgue - Chapter 1

A/N- Basically...this is a Klaus x Artist! Reader...and y’all are both recovering addicts? Well, not so much Klaus. Not yet, at least.

T/W- I don’t think they are any major warnings this chapter? The rest of the series will have some very heavy topics though.

Oh. and gender-neutral reader! :D

Word Count: 1,825

They fiddle the pen back and forth between their fingers, trying to stop themselves from moving it too quickly- they had dropped it too many times to count, and they think their fellow meeting members(all seated in their banged-up, metal folding chairs) were getting tired of them asking for the pen beneath their seat. It was better for everyone than the tapping though, or the clicking. Everyone except them, the noise and the motion of their hands helped them get through the meetings. Drawing was better than all other options though, it's why they had the pen, and the notebook. Doodling the other meeting members helped keep them focused, but not enough to get lost in the meeting and the message- just enough to listen.

Roaming the room with their eyes, they spot a tall, scrawny man, who appeared new to this particular group spot. He had haunted dark brown eyes, and deep circles underneath them from lack of sleep. He fidgets with his hands and pulls against the edges of his coat, he looks around nervously- on edge. They knew the feeling, but what seemed odd, was how he kept looking back to the same empty spot beside him. Staring, and whispering, and they'd be more worried if this wasn't their second year in Narcotics Anonymous.

Many strange and unsettling things occurred, and they were sure they might have had an occasion or two similar to this in the past. Maybe not a talk to the air type- but definitely a “I've taken too much and I think I can see the walls moving”, type. They didn't much enjoy talking about that, though. However, the man seems okay with this, and very comfortable talking. Not freaked and scared. Almost as if there really was someone else there- someone familiar.

They shake it off, noticing his dark fashion again, ripped along the ends, threads pulled loose. It seems far too many years old- but not beyond repair. A little TLC would do it wonders. They chuckle at the thought of helping him. Mending the jacket in their room, having him splayed across the mattress, bare arms and chest taunting them. It made them shiver.

There was an aura around the man that they hadn't felt before. Part of them wondered if there was a ghost next to him- which was silly, the average person couldn't tell those kinds of things. Then again, compared to most, Y/n wasn’t a very average person. Though they’d like to think they are.

Eccentric was boring, and normal was good.

They glance around the room once more, but finally settle on the man again. Taking in every feature, how his hair parted, and twisted in far too many directions, and how it looked all shaggy. They start with a quick sketch, and then a simple doodle of his eyes- sad and tired. They supposed everyone's eyes looked a little sad and tired, as did their own, but his were worse. There was something far more horrifying behind them.

Then, they begin to draw a soft, nearly invisible figure, standing behind the first full body sketch. They rub their fingers against it, successfully smudging it. It feels ominous.

A feeling of coldness washes over them, making their arm hairs stand on end. They don't pay much mind to it- only making a small note of it in their head. They look back up from the paper, and notice the aura is gone from the man. Even the dead get bored sometimes.

When they look down, the paper creases like it would if touched too harshly. They had been so careful though, unless- they flash a smile to the air behind them, hoping the spirit would get the message. The cold leaves again, and the goosebumps that appeared on their arms, began to settle. They spend the rest of the meeting doodling- perking up again as they see everyone begin to leave.

They leave they're bag seated on the chair, and run up to the man before he can successfully slip out of the room.

"Hey!" He doesn't seem to notice, and continues. "Hey, you're Klaus, right?"

He stops in his tracks, and gives an odd look over his shoulder to them. Spinning on his heels to face the stranger.

"Oh- indeed I am, darling. Who's asking?" He grins.

"I wanted to give you this," Y/n brings up their notebook, flipping to the right page, and gently tears it from the binding. They fold it down into a small square. "Here, I think your companion will appreciate it. It's Y/n, by the way."

He looks wide eyed at them, "My companion?"

They simply smile. "I'll see you next meeting, okay?"

He blinks at them, but they're off to retrieve their bag and already walking out the door before he can say anything.

Klaus was overjoyed as he got back to the apartment he was staying at- the place of some guy he was hooking up with- pulling the slip of paper from his pocket. Smoothing out the creases as he delicately laid it on his lap.

He couldn't help to feel that Y/n drew him beautiful. He was all skin and bones, ribs poking through his skin, face hollowed. But the way his lips pursed on the page, and his eyelids were gracefully shut, lashes playfully falling with them. The hands seemed to softly play with a string on his overcoat. He'd never looked like that, he was always too many meals overdue and shaky.

He runs a finger along the piece, making sure to avoid ruining it. Ben, who had been leaning over Klaus' shoulder, finally murmurs against his ear.

"What?"

Ben scoffs, but gives him a warm smile anyways. "I said, they're pretty good."

"Yeah."

"Are you going to the next meeting?"

"Why would- oh, for Y/n? They are pretty cute," he teases.

Ben shakes his head, frowning. "For yourself. Putting some effort into this would help you, you know."

"God, I'm offended, Ben."

"Also, for Y/n, though,” Ben admits. “I think they saw me."

"No shit," he says, wide-eyed and happy.

"I think they smiled at me," Ben's smile is brighter than Klaus had seen it for months, maybe even years. The thought sent a painful twinge through his body.

Klaus hadn't been to very many consecutive meetings. He'd been to so many types of meetings, numerous times, but they never quite stuck. He never really tried. He supposes he wasn't even trying now- he was just curious. This stranger saw Ben- or, at the very least, knew Ben was there. He had never seen Ben look so genuinely happy for something in the last eleven years than now. His eyes seemingly glowed at the prospects of being noticed.

He didn't want to get Ben's Hope's up, though. He hadn't been paying attention to the meeting too closely, nor had he seen you or your supposed interactions with his brother. He tried to get Ben to understand that you were probably crazy or just seeing things from the drugs. I mean, this is for addicts, Ben.

Ben seemed mostly bothered- annoyed- by him, than anything else. Insisting that the two of them head back for the next meeting. Klaus whined and groaned, and tried to protest- but he couldn't say no, not to Ben. At least, not for this. He'd gone against Ben's wishes countless times before.

He gets there early that day. Enough so that most people had filtered in, but the last minute ones still had a chance to get in. He'd thought Y/n would be early, but frowned at the sea of unfamiliarity. He takes one of the empty seats in the circle, absentmindedly placing one hand on the seat next to him, the other pulling at his jacket. His fingers hurt as they desperately pinch together, attempting to clutch the material between each other.

Y/n finds themself seated next to Klaus, wordlessly laying a hand over his, feeling him slowly stop the painful fidgeting. He doesn't hold back, as they cup they're hand around his- but he does let out a content and comfortable sigh. He's about to mention it, when they let go, taking out the notebook from yesterday- the meeting supervisor begins talking.

He finds himself zoning out for most of the meeting. The light sounds of your pen hitting your paper, and the tapping of feet, and droning voices filter through his head.

Ben doesn’t bother him much, a few words here and there, but mostly Ben found himself hovering over Y/n’s shoulder. Watching them make every gentle line, and rounded dot- making even the harshest of members appear softer, and human. (Not that they weren’t, but some members appeared so sickly or dressed too crazy, that their features began to morph into something else entirely). He admired the work in silent joy, smiling back whenever they would look towards him- though he still wasn’t certain if they could see him or not.

It’s a comment or two from another member, digging up moments from their past, when the meeting nears its end and Klaus’ anxiety hits him with full force. He was most often able to mask his feelings and play it off- but he was here, with them. He couldn’t risk making a scene. He’s all bouncy legs and a shivering body as he tries getting his mind off the meeting- off the years of his childhood he did not want to remember.

Klaus starts pinching his fingers again, till they’re white and he can feel his bones ache. Y/n doesn’t even look over, as they clumsily move their hand to stop him, this time keeping it on top long after he had stopped. They continue drawing with the other, scratching down quick lines- Klaus recognizes the figure as the supervisor. Clean-shaven face, hair dark and combed back professionally. It doesn’t have a background, maybe a line or two- and it doesn’t sport another character like Klaus’ portrait did. And, as he looks closer, it doesn’t radiate the same feeling, either. Whether that was how they felt towards the supervisor, or just today, was unbeknownst to him. What he knew though was that his was soft and kind, and this one felt dark and heavy.

He tries asking about it, and they merely respond by attempting to turn his attention back to the meeting. Anywhere that wasn’t their paper. Klaus leaves a mental note to ask about it again later, thinking maybe they would react differently if the two of them weren’t in the middle of something. He’s afraid it will haunt him if he doesn’t. All your actions so far seem to do that to him. Puzzle him, make it hard to think about anything else- keep him up as he tries to fall asleep at night. They’re mysterious, and he wants to know more.

He likes that.

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amydancepants-peralta · 4 years

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Ok, I have a prompt for you. Can you do a one-shot of Jake and Amy's first morning together (preceded by the shot of them in bed in 3×01). Things like breakfast in bed, cuddling etc, even sexy talk of the previous night's events is all requested. Thanks♥️

HI @obsessiveperaltiagofangirl! I had every intention of finishing this in time for their anniversary but time ran away from me a little 😅 Anyways, I hope you enjoy! 💖

(G rated, for anyone who may be wondering! 😇)

in the light of day

There’s barely any light creeping across the floorboards when an only slightly hungover Amy Santiago opens her eyes, the dull lighting working in her favour as the effects of last night’s shots rush straight to her head. Despite the miniature hammers that seem to be tap, tap, tapping along the inside of her skull, a tiny part of her mind (the part that isn’t still trying to piece together exactly what happened last night) knows it’s a Thursday; and on Thursdays the routine is an early wakeup, followed by a seven mile run before work. She forces her eyes close for a second, cursing the efficiency of her body clock, and as her nose burrows into an unfamiliar pillow her eyes flutter open again.

She takes a deep breath as her blurry eyes take in her surroundings, recognising the exposed brick walls and proximity of the kitchen to the bedroom as the familiar trappings of Jake Peralta’s apartment. To her right she makes out the draped red fabric of a dress thrown onto an armchair - her dress, the one that she may or may not have purchased only yesterday afternoon - and as she stretches ever so slightly the sensation of cotton sheets rubbing against her skin confirms her suspicion that she is, in fact, completely naked.

There is one other detail that Amy picks up on (something so important that, once registered, does in fact outweigh all the others), and that is the proximity of said Jake Peralta’s warm arm against her skin. An arm connected to a body that, if their tangled legs are anything to go by, is just as naked as hers.

Naked, because despite both of their best intentions, stuff had definitely happened last night.

Jake’s arm feels surprisingly light as it lays stretched along the edge of her ribcage, his elbow bending faintly to bring his hand to rest on her chest. It’s an embrace that keeps their bodies close, but in no way feels possessive, and as her brain begins to catch up to the events of the night before Amy realises that not once, in their ten months together, did waking up with Teddy ever feel like this.

From his position behind her, Jake stretches - most likely a reaction to Amy’s own elongation mere seconds ago - fingertips scraping against her skin and remaining splayed across her upper chest as the bridge of his nose presses against her shoulder blade. She listens as his breathing returns to a regular rate, smiling at the feeling of his breath against her skin, and hovers her free hand ever so slightly above his.

She’s dying to touch him. To run her fingertips along the raised edges of his knuckles, the tiny bumps that can hold such power when aimed at those who dare to harm others. Circle the lopsided scar down by his thumb, the one he insisted was from an undercover gang initiation for years until Gina finally rolled her eyes and told everyone it was from her oven when he cooked her pizza once.

Trace the length of his fingers, and remember how they made her feel last night.

These were the hands that had occupied her thoughts frequently - admittedly a lot more in the past six months or so - and the reality of them pressing against her very bare skin this morning was turning out to be even better than anything Amy could have imagined.

She keeps her breath even, denying her heart the chance to race despite the memories that have begun playing in her mind. Tries not to think about all the times she’s watched these same hands cuff a criminal, or type furiously at the keyboard across from hers … run through his hair when the frustrations of the day began to be too much.

Speeding hearts wake up sleeping partners after all, and right now, Amy wants the uninhibited chance to explore.

Slowly, her fingertips skim against the soft, barely distinguishable hairs that run along his hands; movements growing bolder as Jake’s breath remains steady on her skin.

They were larger than she realised (a discovery that was not specific to just his hands), slightly calloused and entirely welcoming. She runs the pad of her fingertips against his, his fingers flexing instinctively to her touch, and with a blink Amy remembers it all.

The feel of him; the tentative brush of the outside of his hand grazing hers as they left the restaurant, remembers how right it felt when he finally took the plunge and pressed his palm against hers. The smile stretched across her face that had been ridiculously big - only one glance out of the corner of her eye had shown her that Jake’s was exactly the same - and then she was pulling him in the direction of her favourite frozen yoghurt store: a building they never got a chance to enter because suddenly, she was being pressed against a brick wall and suddenly, Jake’s lips were crushed against her own.

He towers over her in almost every way, and even now as she lay bare in his bed and carefully links their fingers together, Amy notices just how tiny her hand is compared to his - a curse of her tiny stature that she’s ignored most of her life. But with Jake, Amy realises, she’s never felt small or drowned out. With Jake, she was equal - even if she did stand a few inches shorter than him at the best of times.

Jake’s grip around her tightens, the steady breath in her ear changing rhythm as he slowly begins to wake. She feels his arms stop midway into a squeeze around her middle, frozen in place as the recognition of who they’re wrapped around begins to flood his mind, and already Amy knows that he doesn’t want to be seen as some kind of gross, regrettable one night stand that cannot keep his hands to himself the morning after. But she wants him to touch her - her suddenly fluttering heartbeat was proof of that if nothing else - needs to feel the warmth that only seems to come from being around him. And maybe (okay, definitely) they’re barreling towards that gooey can’t-get-enough-of-you stage, but there’s nobody that she’d rather be in that stage with; and so she strengthens her grip on his fingers, pulling his arms close to her body as she turns her head towards his.

His voice is gruff, but his breath feels warm against her skin. “Mmmf. Early.”

Amy nods, hoping that he can pick up her response from his position behind her. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Taking in a deep breath, she wills the ache in her head to go away. “Body clock.”

“S’okay.” The room falls silent, save for the soft breaths between them, and gently Jake’s fingers stroke a circular pattern along her chest. “How are you feeling?”

It’s a loaded question, one that Amy knows he’s chosen out of the several options she’s certain are running through his head, purely for its ability to be answered in multiple ways. And honestly, she could take his lead and give him a polite but vague answer, find a way to excuse herself and head home … get dressed for another normal day at work while they continued to dance around their feelings for each other.

But she was tired of hiding - tired of pretending to be nothing when they were clearly something. Last night had been a culmination of months of yearning - all of the furtive glances across desks and tension filled silences bubbling together into a table for two at a restaurant that really did make an excellent Kamikaze - and she’s never been one to break the rules (especially the ones that she herself had created), but sometimes you just have to let go of the responsibility and just enjoy the ride. And she didn’t regret it for a second.

Letting go of Jake’s hand, Amy turns slowly on the mattress, brow furrowing slightly as an unfamiliar lump in the mattress digs into her thigh. From beside her Jake shuffles slightly back, obviously already preparing for the worst, and before he can say anything she wriggles her body closer to his, gripping the top of the sheet as she closes the gap between them. “I’m feeling good. Pretty great, actually.”

HIs smile is so sweet in response, one hand bashfully sneaking out of the sheet to scratch the stubble on his cheek in what Amy guesses is an attempt to hide the blush creeping up his neck. Briefly, she thinks of the selfie they took last night on her phone - the same steady arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled his chest close to her back, the same smile on his face enticingly bright as he rests his chin against her shoulder. It was a great photo, even if the intended purpose of having her phone out was actually to order them an Uber, and she wonders if it’s too soon to make it his contact photo.

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

(Frankly, she could use some coffee … perhaps a little breakfast. A paracetamol or two wouldn’t hurt, either. But none of that held a candle to the sheer joy that was bubbling under her surface - the mixture of elation and trepidation that had joined forces to release a kaleidoscope of butterflies in her stomach the very second Jake smiled at her. So yeah, she was feeling pretty great.)

As one warm hand tentatively wraps itself around her waist again Amy moves just that little bit closer, watching as his eyes soften at her proximity. His hair is messy, poking up in various directions, and even though Amy knows it’s entirely her fault from running her fingers through it multiple times the night before, she’s itching to do it all over again. “Me, too. I mean, I did wake up to a naked Amy Santiago in my bed, so that’s naturally going to make anybody feel pretty great, but …” he laughs as her fist pushes against his chest in mock annoyance, grabbing her wrist before she can pull away and leaving a kiss against her palm. “Best reason to break a rule, ever.”

The free hand around her waist tugs her forwards, and as she feels the rush of blood hit the tip of her ears Amy leans into her partner, revelling in the still-new sensation of Jake’s lips pressed against hers, morning breath be damned.

They linger together for a moment, the lazy morning kiss of two people who are both still in a little bit of awe that this is actually happening, and the look of pure contentment on Jake’s face when Amy finally pulls away makes her heart skip just a little. He tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear - last night’s perfect blow wave long gone - and blinks a few times as though finally taking in the rest of his apartment. “Wait. Just how early is it?”

Wincing, Amy chews the bottom of her lip slightly before pulling the sheet up until only her eyes are showing. “I mean, I haven’t checked my phone yet but .. I’m pretty sure it’s about five.”

“Five? As in A.M?!”

“I told you, body clock!”

“Honestly, Santiago. You are the only person I know whose body clock would wake them up at five.”

His clear indignation was adorable (and surprisingly - a little bit sexy), and Amy drops the sheet and shuffles herself closer to Jake, just as intent on seeking his warmth as she is on fulfilling her growing urge for more. “It’s not so bad, you know …” she whispers, wrapping her left leg around his waist and pushing him towards the mattress, a silent request that Jake follows willingly. Pressing her knees down into the sheets on either side of him, Amy straddles his lower abdomen, smiling as Jake’s breath hitches obviously in his chest. “After all, being awake early means extra time for … other stuff.”

She plants her hands on his chest, grinning in satisfaction as a visible line of shivers begin to run over his skin. Jake’s hands slide over her legs, moving up to cup her butt before sliding up her waist reverently, and this time it’s her turn to tremble. Truthfully, if someone had told her three days ago that something like this would be happening so soon, she would have laughed in their faces (before immediately disappearing somewhere private to fantasise about such an impossible moment, naturally). Things were moving quickly, and she should probably feel way more exposed, resting the weight of her naked body on her partner’s waist, but his touch on her skin felt more right than anything Amy can remember.

Jake’s upper body lifts slightly off the mattress, craning his neck to meet her lips in another kiss; and she knows why it took them so long, and why they were both so hesitant to take that first leap, but oh, this feels like coming home. She grinds her hips into the new angle their bodies are making, sighing into Jake’s mouth as she feels him begin to respond, and as Amy wraps her arms around his neck Jake flips them gently, covering her body with his own as his lips press harder against hers.

“I’m a big fan of the other stuff,” he mumbles into her neck, peppering the statement with kisses and gentle nips as Amy chuckles softly, carding her fingers into the short hairs on the back of his head and holding him close. His hands roam the dips and curves of her carefully - the practised gentleness of a man who knows how easily great things can slip away from him - and with a satisfied sigh Amy closes her eyes to take it all in.

It had only taken them one night to grow from a jumble of nerves to something far greater (okay - one night, months of pining and a couple of years pretending it was all nothing), and even in the light of day, it was turning out to be better than she could have ever imagined.

It takes another few hours, lightly burnt toast in bed and a quick stop past Amy’s apartment before they’re both sitting in the respective desks, doing their absolute best to keep up the illusion that everything is exactly the same as the day before. It’s an appearance than barely lasts more than half a day - because clearly, everything has changed, and only for the better - and despite her tiny and slightly disruptive meltdown, Amy has the strongest instinct that this time she and Jake just might have managed to capture lighting in a bottle.

(And six years later, when Amy wakes up on their third wedding anniversary to the sound of her husband singing off-key to their son through the monitor on her nightstand, she cannot help but think that while that first morning together was pretty great, this one just might be her most favourite yet.)

#bit of a throwback for anniversary time!#jake x amy #ask prompts #the early days were so sweet and bubbly I could read about it forever #hope this is what you were looking for!#b99 fic #b99fic #b99 fanfic #peraltiago fanfiction #peraltiago fluff #my writing

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lovefrostbite711 · 3 years

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More Than Just a Dream

AN: Hey guys, thought I’d share this story I started writing on Ao3. I am having a lot of fun writing it and have developed the story far beyond the origins seen in this chapter. I hope you enjoy and feel free to reblog if you did!

Chapter 1

She dreamt of a man with green scales and emerald eyes hidden within black irises. His calmingly deep voice sent shivers down her spine when he whispered seductively in her ears. A man who was unlike anything she’d seen her entire 280 years of life.

She knew he was just a figment of her imagination. Something given to her by the parasite in her head meant to seduce her, brought on by the use of the Ilithid powers granted by said parasite. She knew she should stop using them, but she couldn’t make herself do so, if only just to see the strange alien man in her dreams.

So after exhausting herself every day by using her strange powers in order to see the strange man, she was always disappointed to wake up with no more answers then she had the day before. When she would pull from her meditations she would see the same familiar sights of her camp she shared with the others in the same predicament as her.

Until one day she didn’t. Instead of open skies and lush wilderness around her, she saw walls made from what appeared to be metal although it wasn’t shaped like anything she’d ever seen before. The area she stood was in darkness. Where the hell am I? She wondered.

She stood to her feet and began to wander toward the light she saw. Once she emerged from the alley she froze, looking at hundreds of creatures which she didn’t recognize. Then she spotted one that was familiar to her: humans

“Excuse me,” she said, walking up to the nearest human and speaking in Common.

The human glanced at her, and gave her a face of confusion before moving on, not seeming to care. She stared after them and tried to get another’s attention.

They paused for a moment as she said, “Can you tell me where I am?”

“The Citadel, duh,” the human replied before rolling their eyes and walking on.

She blinked and tried to think. Citadel? That was a church wasn’t it. But who are all these people? What are they?

One thing she knew for certain is that this was not anywhere in the material plane. These creatures were too...alien. She watched the crowd for a moment, trying to figure out what she could until she was bumped into and a tall thin creature with big bug eyes which snapped out a “watch where you’re going”. Except something was off.

She understood the words a few minutes after they were spoken, but before she understood them there was a very different noise. She began to hear all sorts of tongues she didn’t recognize, slowly beginning to converge into a language she did know. Her head throbbed and she clutched at it, grunting in pain as the headache started to surface. A headache she was familiar with.

But I’m not even trying to-

/You’re not doing it, I am/ a voice suddenly echoed in her head. /Sleep, Nyralyn, and all will be well./

She cried out in pain, her ears ringing and the lights becoming blindingly bright. Her vision blurred before she succumbed to the voice in her head, falling to her knees as her world went black.

When she came too, she was in a new place, her eyes being blasted once more by the light from above, causing her head to ache. She grunted and sluggishly lifted a hand to try to block out the light.“She’s awake!” came a voice to her side, causing her to turn to try to find the source, blinking away the light.

She spotted a human racing out of the room wearing some sort of white coat. As they left, her gaze began to focus and she noticed there were more things made of metal and shaped like boxes. She pushed herself up, feeling cloth beneath her and realizing she was on some sort of bed.

She realized she wasn’t wearing the clothes she’d been wearing earlier, instead wearing some sort of gown that was open at the back.

As she continued to gaze around the room, she noticed glowing images on what appeared to be glass nearby. She was about to go over and touch them before the human returned along with a strange blue human woman? No, they weren’t human. They definitely weren’t drow, despite the coloring. She had strange tentacle things swooping off her head, looking almost like hair. Nyralyn had never seen anything like her before.“Hello, Ms…”

“Kolith. Nyralyn Kolith.”

The woman smiled. “Kolith, we have some questions for you if you wouldn’t mind answering.”

Nyra gave the woman a cautious look. This didn’t sound good. Then again, neither did her predicament. She was in an unfamiliar environment with weird creatures she’d never seen before. She assumed she’d somehow been transported to another plane of existence, one known one had heard of before. “Depends on the questions,” she said.

The woman nodded. “First off, in order to help you, we had to take a blood sample, we’ve never seen anyone like you before so we didn’t know how to treat you. We noticed that you have similarities to humans, but enough differences that you aren’t of the same race. So, what exactly are you?”

“I’m a drow...a dark elf.”

“Alright. What is your home planet?”

She frowned, confused by the word. /Faerûn/ came the echoey voice in her head. She stiffened at the voice, trying to figure out where it was coming from, realizing the people before her were patiently waiting for her to speak. She decided to trust the voice for now. “Faerûn.”

“Interesting. I’ve never heard of that planet. Could you tell me where it is?” the woman asked, suddenly holding up a handheld thing of glass with glowing images. The image shown before her looked like a giant circle made of light. She stared at it, not sure what it was.

“Um...I’m not sure where Faerûn is. I don’t really remember how I got here.”

“I see. What is it you last remember?”

“I remember….bright lights. Something about a Citadel? Then I passed out,” she said.

The woman nodded. “While you were out we also did a scan. We noticed something strange in your brain. We’re not sure if it’s a racial trait for you, or if it was some sort of anomaly. But it could cause strange side effects or even be fatal.” She swiped on the glass and showed Nyra an image.

Nyra stared at it, noting the natural curls of her brain -- she’d seen brains before, despite being a bit shocked it was an image of one. Then she spotted something that didn’t seem to fit. It covered part of her brain, almost as if shielding it. Her blood went cold and she knew that without a doubt it was the parasite in her mind. It didn’t look exactly like the one that had been put in her eye, but she could recognize parts of it.

Her breathing began to get ragged and she curled up, pushing her hands into her eyes. “No, no, no…” she muttered.

“I’m going to guess by your reaction that it’s not normal.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not.”

“And you’ve known about this for a while?”

She looked up from her hands and nodded, laughing wryly. “Where I come from, the only cure is death, or making a deal with a devil.”

While she sat there, she suddenly started to feel emotions of pity from the woman before her. She knew she wasn’t attempting to read the woman’s mind, but before she could help it, she slipped in. Flashes of memories from the woman sliding into her. Her name was Kali H’ryn, an Asari of about 361 years. A doctor with two loving daughters who had a Salarian father.

Then she flashed back to her own body and she groaned, clutching at the new memories now swirling in her head. Kali likewise looked a little dazed, but once she regained her composure, she looked at Nyra with both caution and intrigue.

“What did you just do?” the Asari asked, a little breathless.

“I...I don’t know. I didn’t mean to do it. It just happened.”

“It was almost like mind melding, but not exactly like it. Incredible. Is that an ability of your people?”

Nyra looked away, wrapping her arms around herself. She didn’t answer.

“I see...well, thank you for answering my questions. I assume you know that whatever is affecting your brain is spreading.”

She nodded.

“If you need any further help, please feel free to return. I don’t think we have anything else for you. Since you’re new here, do you have a place to stay?”

“Um...not yet, but I’m sure I can find something. I’m resourceful.”

Kali smiled and stood, shooing the human out. “I can tell.” She then walked over to the counter and picked a pile of clothing. “Your old outfit wasn’t hygienic and contained some possibly dangerous chemicals to some of the inhabitants here so we had to dispose of them. I’m sorry. But your other personal effects are in this drawer,” she said, opening said drawer to reveal the weapons Nyra had been wearing.

“Thanks…”

“Put those on and I’ll have someone help escort you from the hospital.” The asari paused before leaving. “If you would like, you could stay with me until you’re able to stand on your own two feet.”

“Oh….thank you,” Nyra replied and then waited for the Asari to leave before she began to dress. The new outfit was white and simple with a top and pants. She frowned. She didn’t like white, it tended to stain too quickly -- especially for what she did.

As she was slipping her blades and their sheathes on the belt of her current garments, she thought about what she’d gone through in the last few hours? She hadn’t dared ask the time. But she missed home. Hells, she missed Gale and the others. She’d hated the predicament that had brought them all together, but she’d enjoyed her time getting to know them. And now she was stuck in some other plane of existence with no way to return home. Were they even still alive? She didn’t know.

She sighed and shook herself, knowing it would be useless to dwell on it. With that thought in her mind, she decided to take the Asari up on her offer -- at least for now. Perhaps she could convince her to help her find some income. She could tell from the memories she’d received that she would need to have some sort of background, but her true history couldn’t be revealed. No one would understand. This was not a world of magic but of technology and science -- a concept she didn’t yet grasp.

Squaring her jaw, she headed out of the hospital room to first speak with Kali, and then see where the “wind” took her.

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Projections of the Forgotten, Ch. 1

Fandom: Tiger & Bunny

Pairing: Barnaby “Bunny” Brooks Jr. x Female Reader

Rating: Mature

Chapter Warnings: Ominous vibes

Fic Summary: Racing against the clock, Barnaby must rely on the help of Kotetsu and the other Heroes in finding you, a woman who has been projecting herself into the partners' forced dreams.

Barnaby knew who you were...but he could not remember you, truly. Even so, something was terribly wrong, and he only had so much time until you became nothing more than a mere memory of a dream.

A/N: A T&B reader-insert fic? In this day and age? It's more likely than you think. Can't thank my friend, @kyarymell, enough for introducing me to this anime. I can't believe I missed out on it, back in the day! Anyways, here's to hoping there's still some fans out there who will enjoy this indulgent little fic. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 - An Ominous Walk in the Park

"Are you lost?"

Barnaby blinked his eyes open, unaware that he had even had them closed to begin with. He glanced up at the inky black sky overhead, not a trace of stars or the moon to be had, then began to look all around him. Confusion clouded his narrowed gaze as he took in his new surroundings of nicely trimmed trees and winding cobblestone paths, wood and iron benches illuminated softly by strategically placed lamp posts.

How had he ended up at a park, of all places? It wasn't a familiar place, at least not one he recognized in Sternbild. And it was so dark out...he was sure it had been midday only moments ago.

What had he been doing all afternoon, and why couldn’t he remember any of it?

"Hm?"

He turned around fully, eyes naturally falling on the only other individual that seemed to be within his proximity.

You seemed every bit engrossed in the dark void of sky hovering above the treetops, gazing intently at something that he could not see. It was a wonder he hadn’t seen you, at first, standing there beneath one of the lamp posts, the light acting as a sort of beacon in the almost unnatural darkness of the night.

Barnaby stepped closer.

"Excuse me-"

"Are you lost?"

He nearly startled at your voice, having stopped mid-step at the intense feeling of deja-vu that overcame him. That question...you had already asked that very question, just moments ago, yet he hadn't realized he had been spoken to. He wasn’t even sure he had realized you had spoken at all before that moment.

Barnaby still wasn't completely sure if you were truly talking to him, either, so focused you were on the sky.

"I believe I am, yes," he answered cautiously, taking a few more steps closer, but keeping a healthy distance between. "I'm almost embarrassed to admit I'm not entirely sure where 'here' is."

There was a pause in the conversation, allowing Barnaby to have yet another glance around the unfamiliar park, then a moment to better study you.

He was fairly certain he had never seen you before, your face and your voice not sparking any immediate familiarity in him. You seemed fairly normal, just from his first glances, but even so, Barnaby couldn't help but feel that something wasn't quite right. It was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, almost as if he were forgetting something.

You blinked, a lethargic movement that seemed rather odd, much too slow. Your eyes continued to linger overhead.

"This is an unnecessarily dangerous situation for someone like you to find themselves in. You walked into something you shouldn't have, I'm afraid."

Barnaby's breath hitched just slightly at your words, finding a challenge between the lines of what you were saying. It was almost comical how quickly the Hero in him was on alert, expecting the tables to turn on him at any moment.

The park remained unbothered, quiet, eerily so.

Barnaby retained tension in his shoulders, regardless.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand what you're implying."

Your gaze finally left the sky and turned towards him, though it was then that Barnaby noticed you weren't really looking at him, or anywhere in particular, for that matter. Eyes glazed over and almost dull, it was as if you were barely aware he was even in front of you at all.

"Let me escort you out of here," you spoke once more, though Barnaby was suddenly under the impression that you barely had any sense to what you were saying, "it's best not to linger in such a precarious environment."

He watched as you turned carefully, dazed steps beginning to lead you out of the light of the lamp post.

Impulsively, Barnaby all but dashed forward, reaching out and catching your wrist before you could completely slip into the darkness. It wasn't like him to be so brash, but something about the whole situation still wasn't sitting right in his mind. Allowing you to step away felt more dangerous than the impartial threat your words provided.

It felt as if letting you walk out of the light meant you would disappear, too, and he couldn't linger too long on the thought of why that was an issue without making his head spin.

His action caused another immediate sense of deja-vu, a small laps in memory hitting him so suddenly that it made his chest ache unpleasantly. He had done something like this before, perhaps not under the same pretenses, but he had definitely caught your wrist...and he was sure it was your wrist, the way the smooth, braided herringbone metal of your bracelet felt cool against his fingertips, creating a unique sensation nothing else had ever provided.

Barnaby knew who you were...but he could not remember you, truly.

The ache in his head and his chest was becoming insistent the longer he attempted to piece together just what exactly was happening.

You looked over your shoulder just as slowly as you had turned away from him, eyes unseeing for several long seconds. Then, as if the trance you were under suddenly lifted, you began to blink away the dullness in your stare, a light of warmth and confusion and recognition brightening your gaze.

A gasp parted your lips, and Barnaby tensed at the sound.

"Can...can you really-?"

"Hey, Bunny, come on...Barnaby, wake up!"

Startled, Barnaby bolted up from his prone position, immediately regretting the movement as pain bloomed across his forehead. He reached up instinctively and flinched at the sharper ache upon touching just above his eye.

"He's awake!"

"Goodness, Handsome, you had us nearly worried to death!"

"Here, for your head, de gozaru."

Barnaby blinked a few times, still disoriented from having sat up so suddenly, and took the ice pack nearly shoved into his face with a dazed thanks before looking around him.

He was on the floor of the training facility, though looking at his clothes, he hadn't been there to work out as he first thought. He had...he had been looking for Kotetsu, if his memory served him right. There was a matter about some upcoming interview he needed to discuss with the older Hero, and he'd been directed to the training facility.

The other Heroes -his friends- were knelt alongside him in a loose semi-circle at the moment, their faces showing expressions of both relief and concern for his well-being. Before, they had all been doing their own exercises, or conversing amongst one another, some having taken just a moment to greet him as he passed by.

Just slightly further to his right, he could see Kotetsu in a similar situation as himself, on the floor and holding an ice pack to his head. He, at least, looked much more put together in his own impractical way, cross-legged and grinning almost nervously as Antonio and Karina both hovered over him, glowering, yet worried, much like the others.

He'd been meandering on the treadmill, Barnaby recalled, stopping almost immediately at having seen his approach and rushing over just as quickly as if his partner had been waiting for an opportunity for distraction.

Everything after that was hazy at best.

As if sensing his thoughts, Kotetsu turned and caught his eye, his partner's toothy smile brightening considerably and becoming more genuine.

"Hey, Bunny! Thought you'd never wake up, there for a minute."

Barnaby blinked slowly, perhaps almost comically so, at the nickname before his brows furrowed in confusion.

"What happened? Were we attacked?"

Kotetsu's grin dropped rather suddenly, a mirror image of Barnaby's own confusion showing on the older Hero's face. He watched as his partner lowered the ice pack, reaching up once more to scratch at the back of his head in deep thought.

"Eh...I don't know. You were talking about some interview thing, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up on the floor! Think I hit my head on something on the way down."

"You idiot," Karina piped in, arms crossed and lips pursed, "you knocked out Barnaby! Probably overworked yourself and just headbutted him right to the ground when you passed out."

That would definitely explain the ache in his head, Barnaby surmised, but even with Kotetsu's penchant for accidents and acting as if things were alright when they clearly weren't, they had been standing steadily in front of each other, and Kotetsu hadn't shown any signs of overexertion, only boredom.

"Actually," Keith spoke up, catching everyone's attention and calming a near-shouting match in the making, "I saw what happened. You were both talking, and suddenly just started swaying in place before collapsing. It was the strangest thing, and stranger, still!"

"It really was sudden," Pao-Lin agreed. “You had us all pretty worried, especially since we couldn’t wake you as quickly as Tiger.”

Barnaby reeled at the information, perplexed.

"Well, glad we had you guys to save our tails," Kotetsu said with a grin, seemingly trying to diffuse the fuss surrounding them both, as he often did. "I was having the weirdest dream, too, about a woman in some really dark park."

"Wow, what a way to be creepy, even in your own dreams," Antonio drawled, Kotetsu immediately bristling at the playful accusation.

"It wasn't like that!" Kotetsu shouted, frowning animatedly while crossing his arms in defense. "She was acting weird, kept saying ominous things and asking, ah…"

"Are you lost?"

The question slipped out of Barnaby's mouth before he could stop it, prompting a surprised and somewhat startled expression from Kotetsu. Barnaby was sure he looked roughly the same, a little wide-eyed and ruffled at whatever was happening.

“Yeah! How, uh...how did you know that?”

"Believe it or not, I had the same exact dream."

All eyes were suddenly on Barnaby, shocked gasps and murmurs ringing out amongst the Heroes as he continued on a heavier note.

"I...I think I know who she is, but I can't seem to remember."

#Tiger and Bunny #t&b #Barnaby Brooks Jr #Barnaby Brooks Jr x Reader #reader #reader-insert #female reader

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theroseandcrown · 3 years

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The Rose & Crown: Chapter Three

Rating: M Chapters: 3/24

Summary: Clara's and the Doctor's memory have been erased! But how, and more importantly, why?

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Clara struggled to open her eyes. Bright ambient lights began to pierce the darkness she found herself in. The resonance of people laughing, the murmured voices heard from unfamiliar faces, the sound of clinking glasses all filled her ears. Her eyes strained to focus on her surroundings like peering through dark murky water. Faintly, somewhere amongst the crowded sea of people, she could hear the Doctor’s voice in only but a whisper.

“Clara.”

Her eyes began to adjust. The blurred visions of rapid movement from all around her slowly took form as if she’d been looking through the lens of an unfocused eyeglass. The murmuring once heard before began to translate. The vast and seemingly endless crowd of people was taking on a more definite shape. The walls started to set themselves. A glossy floor could be seen below her feet. Again she heard the familiar voice of the Doctor calling out to her, closer now.

“Clara.”

At last, she could see everything. A party of sorts, a ballroom perhaps. Paired couples in formal-dress were moving back and forth to the rhythm of song. Yet something was different, something strange. No details dispersed in the large room suggested where or even when she was. How did I get here, she thought? What is this place? The people in the room consisted of none she recognized, a mix of human and alien alike. A terrible feeling started to befall her as she realized that everyone had been staring at her mid-dance. Their heads were strangely postured and directed towards her. It was then she noticed she was also dancing but had yet to notice with whom.

A startling noise sounded near her unlike anything she had heard before. A low screeching as if whatever it came from had found its prey. Her heart, heavy with fear, pounded in her chest as she slowly turned to face her dance partner for the first time. To her horror, standing directly beside her was the most terrifying thing she had ever seen; something out of nightmares. A ghostly grey-coloured hooded spectre, which could only be compared to a reaper of death, floated like smoke and ash in her arms. Its face neglect of eyes and teeth like dark shattered glass pulled her in as if by hypnosis. She was frozen with fear. Her hands were entwined in its cold dead-like taloned fingers. The creature opened its mouth and from it came the distinctly unforgettable sound of the Doctor’s voice calling out to her once more.

“CLARA!”

The spectre lunged at its victim and then there was darkness.

x x x x x x x x x x

She awoke gasping for breath as if being saved from drowning. Her head, still fuzzy from the nightmare, started to settle as she consumed her surroundings. The control room of the TARDIS, a most welcomed sight to her at the moment. Across from her sat the Doctor leaned far away from the centre console. For the first time in the past few months, his face left her with a certain calmness that nearly made her forget all that had led up to that point. Her eyes met his. His face showed signs of confusion and worry to which she matched as she tried to recall how she had gotten there. And then she saw it, plain as day, lying inches from her hand on the console. A giant worm of sorts the length of her forearm was blindly feeling its way over the buttons and knobs in front of her. She let out a scream and backed her chair away from the creature. “Doctor?!” she called, instinctively feeling the urge to smack the worm off the console.

“Don’t touch it!” he ordered. Her head started to ache as she tried to remember the last thing she had done before awakening on the time machine. “We’re on the TARDIS. How did we get here? And what is that?!” she demanded, pointing at the insect draping itself over the controls.

“It’s a memory worm, deletes your memories.”

She could sense a hint of uncertainty and frustration in his mannerisms as she realized he was staring at a second worm in front of him. “Okay, but where did they come from? Why are they here?” “I don’t know. I woke up the same as you. I’ve been trying to wake you for some time.” “Yes, I could hear you. I don’t know how, but heard your voice in my dream.” “I’m not so sure that was a dream.” He nervously bit his thumb, deep in thought. She took the opportunity of momentary silence to familiarize herself with any other possible signs of things not having been there before. Of those unfamiliar things, she noticed that their attire had changed. She gazed down the length of her to find that she was clothed in a sparkling gold-coloured tightly fitted cocktail dress with matching shoes. Both of which she had never seen before. Looking towards him, she observed his customarily donned hooded jacket and dark trousers had been replaced by a black three buttoned tuxedo and tie. “You’re wearing a tuxedo,” she noted with a smile after considering she hadn’t recalled this version of himself ever wearing formals in her presence before. “So it would seem,” he replied. After a moment, he stood from the console and rummaged around the room for particular items, gathering a pair of padded gloves and a large zippered bag. “Do you remember anything?” She watched as he hurried along the levels of the TARDIS control room. “Anything at all? Like maybe why we look as though we’re receiving an award for the best-dressed time-travelling dynamic duo?” “No. Yes. Well, maybe.” Returning to the console, he put the gloves on each hand then carefully removed the worms and placed them delicately into the bag. “But I can’t be certain until I discover what course of actions brought us here. Until then, I suggest you return to your life as normal and wait for my call. It may take some time to trace this all back to its point of origin.” “‘Return to my life’? I want to know what happened just as much as you do.” “Well, according to the TARDIS, we’ve arrived just prior to your big date.” He placed his arm around the small of her back and herded her towards the doors. “We wouldn’t want to keep the poor lad waiting now, would we?” “Oh my god!” Her head fell into her hands as her consciousness caught up with her. “I completely forgot!” She faced the Doctor and pointed an angry finger towards him. “I knew this would happen! I told myself, ‘Not this time Clara Oswald. Don’t let the Doctor do what he does best!’” “And what might that be?” “Meddle with everything!” Opening the door for her, she stepped into her living room to discover it looked just the way she remembered it. “And Clara,” he added as she spun around to meet his gaze. “Wait for me.” Then he simply nodded his farewell and closed the door to the TARDIS.

#12th doctor #doctor who #doctor who fanfiction #the doctor #twelfth doctor #twelve/clara #whouffaldi #dr who #dr who fan fiction #clara oswald

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thehangeddemon · 4 years

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The Manor || Thavier & Vincent || July, 2019

Theo: On one of his rare days off, Theo sat nestled into his favorite armchair in the manor. The chair was notably large and a brilliant shade of sapphire blue, and next to it rose an equally large paned window, now propped open to let in the warm summer air. In Theo's hands was a small book of poetry, a rare change from the books he typically used for research.

Vincent: On a nearby window across the room sat Vincent, watching and keeping utterly still with confusion. Had he seen this gentleman before? Was he a gentleman, or some stranger invader in this house he needed to rid Xavier of? Hmm. He should do something, say something and catch the lad off guard.

"Nevermore!" screamed the bird. Remaining perfectly still after his little outburst, all of his will was utilized in not laughing.

Theo: "Ah!" Theo jumped as someone shouted, abruptly disrupting his lazy afternoon.

The book fell to his side and in an instant he was on his feet, drawing a long black scythe from a cloud of smoke summoned from the tips of his fingers.

With his senses on alert he pinpointed the source of the unfamiliar voice and frowned- surprised to find a bird, rather than a person or creature.

"How'd you get into my house?" Theo asked, his grip tightening on the long staff of his weapon. Xavier's defenses were flawless, so either this was someone invited- or someone to be feared.

Vincent: Your house?! I beg to differ! In fact, I'll say it out loud!

No, no. Don't let it ruffle your feathers. Stay still, like a toy. Oh, but boy he had some things to say.

Theo: "Answer me," the iris of Theo’s eyes expanded, enveloping his eyes in darkness for a moment before retreating to their regular size. A second of confusion followed as his brow furrowed, and his suspicion surrounding this little bird only grew.

"I don't know what you are, but I know you aren't human, and we're about to have a problem if you don't speak."

Vincent: This man was going to come into Xavier Atlas' house and boss him around as though the brick and mortar belonged to him? Absolutely not. The raven's breathing came to a sudden halt, its feathers becoming duller and void of life. If Theo were to touch, he would find it made of wood.

Theo: Theo frowned and slowly approached the little bird. This being wasn't a raven, not an ordinary one at least, and after this little display Theo's brown knit further in confusion. He nudged the wooden bird with the blunt end of his scythe, and after a moment it disappeared in another puff of black smoke and he stepped closer still. He was curious now, rather than afraid, and the researcher in him wanted some answers.

"What are you?" He asked as he crouched to examine the little bird more closely, and touched the hardened feathers with the tips of his fingers.

Vincent: What it was, was nothing more than a little wooden figurine with a heavy aura of old magic. The actual creature had reappeared on the other side of the house, human, and very much as ruffled as his raven form. He wanted to know who this was, and was going to find his host for answers.

Theo: {Text to Xavier} So do we have a pet bird that can turn into wood? If not, there's something in the house that should not be.

Theo: Theo picked up the wooden figure and turned it over, examining it curiously as he felt the old magic emanating from it.

Curious....

And Theo was headed to the library to do some research. He'd never heard of a bird like this- so it had to be something else... out of his pocket came a little notebook, and notes of the encounter were quickly scribbled onto a fresh page.

Xavier: Xavier was in the dining room. Photos and other documents of what appeared to be several properties were strewn on the table in front of him, and he was in the middle of examining them when his phone went off.

He stared at Theo's text with a furrowed brow for several long moments before it dawned on him.

{Text} No we don't. I probably should've mentioned we have a houseguest. Sorry, darling

{Text} The bird is Vincent and he is a familiar. Not mine of course. He's a friend

Vincent: No sooner had Xavier sent his message did the familiar appear by his side in a huff. He had some words to say in regard to this creature claiming Xavier's manor as his own!

"And to threaten violence when all I did was speak!" he continued on. "Nothing can get into your house without permission! I watch you add protections and have helped you with new spells! Can I turn him into a coin? I want ice cream."

Theo: {Text} Ah- yeah, that would have helped to avoid the confrontation I had just now, my love. I may have threatened him after he shouted so rudely at me while I was reading!

{Text} A familiar???!!! Like Abel? Or different? You'll have to help me convince him to do an interview- I have so many questions for my book! I've never seen Abel do anything like turn into a wooden bird.

Theo took a break from the books he had splayed over his desk in the library to text Xavier- and then he was back to the shelves, looking for books that would contain info on familiars.

Xavier: Xavier heard his phone go off again but he wouldn't dare look away from or interrupt Vincent's tirade. It was truly a thing to behold, both in its power and truly incredible conclusion.

"Yes, I agree that was quite rude, canary. You'll have to forgive Theo, he's just come off a hunt and is no doubt still tired and a bit stressed. However, I would ask that you refrain from turning him into a coin as he is my fiancé and I rather like him in his current form. I do apologize for not warning you of his presence."

That being said, he got up to fetch Vincent some ice cream from the freezer and respond to Theo's texts.

{Text} Ah yes, so he has told me

{Text} He's a bit different from Abel but I wouldn’t count on him agreeing to an interview any time soon. He's quite distraught

Vincent: His mind was too exposed from his emotions. He felt everything, read everything from Xavier's mind without regard to privacy. "I'm not saying - I'm saying he's the coin I would use to buy the ice cream! I don't need it right now. But I can always eat." Too much of a fuss to notice Xavier's disappearance into the next room, and no realization of how ridiculous he sounded. Weeks without command had created the sudden tantrum. His fingers ached for purpose outside of his free will. The chairs surrounding the long dining table began to float; the candlesticks danced in time with the miscellaneous items in the kitchen.

Theo: {Text} In my defense- I didn't know he was granted permission to be here! If I'd known I would have greeted him like a guest!

And back into the new selection of books, he went.

Xavier: "My dear, you'd be hard pressed to find anywhere that'll sell you ice cream for a coin, magical or not." Maybe he'd crush up some cookies and put them on top of the ice cream, add whipped cream.

According to Devlin, there was very little in life that wasn't improved by cookies and whipped cream.

He returned with his creation, a bit surprised but mostly unfazed by his floating furniture.

"Do be careful, canary, those chairs were a nightmare to find. Come eat your ice cream." He set the bowl on the table and grabbed his phone again.

{Text} The wards take care of any intruders, darling. If anyone is inside, it's safe to assume I tolerate their presence.

{Text} Unless it's my brother in which case his presence is merely accepted.

{Text} In your true defense, however, I should have warned you both. I apologize

Vincent: The chairs were (carefully) placed back. What else had he - oh yes, that too.

"I - Are you not having any?" This won't do. A large shard of cookie was used to scoop whipped cream. An offering to its maker.

Theo: {Text} I know, my love. That's why I was concerned. I'm always worried something bigger and badder is going to show up one day that's somehow managed to get past them. I suppose can't really help that paranoia.

{Text} Are there any treats he likes? I could try to soothe some of the ruffled feathers with a peace offering.

{Text} Your brother is quite the arse

Xavier: Xavier accepted the cookie with a smile. "Thank you, canary. Now, other than the unexpected encounter with my fiancé, what has you so riled up this day?"

He grinned at his phone.

{Text} Are there any? Yes. All of them

{Text} I think a peace offering would go a long way

Vincent: Vincent stared into the bowl while he nibbled. A shrug followed the silence. "I dunno. I need release. It's not that mistress is neglecting me. She's busy. Her little one is growing. She's...in love. That is just - he's just - but then you're a dear friend. Must I judge him? Yes. She deserves great things." Oh dear, he was floating again. A gleam in his eyes, he pulled himself back down. "I'm glad we had this talk. I feel much better."

Theo: Theo set his pen and paper aside, a new set of notes already started and hurriedly scrawled. A few more pages marked, and Theo disappeared from his chair in a puff of black smoke. About 15 minutes later and Theo reappeared just outside the kitchen with two small bags with something in Italian printed on the outside. One had little boxed pastries tied up with a gold ribbon, and the other had series of gourmet chocolates all neatly wrapped in unique, individual gold packages.

He knocked on the door frame to announce himself once he heard a lull in the conversation.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I thought I should come give my apology treats sooner rather than later. Perhaps you two could enjoy some with your ice cream?" he set the bags on top of the kitchen counter and pulled out the delicate little treats so they were all visible to everyone.

"They're from one of Xavier's favorite places in Italy, which I also absolutely love. I hope they'll suffice as an apology for earlier." He turned to give Vincent an apologetic smile. "I didn't know you were a guest, and my job requires a certain level of paranoia. I'm sorry."

He cast a quick glance at Xavier and tried to hold back a proud grin. He hadn't told Xavier he'd attempted travelling a distance like that before, and now was as good a time to surprise him with the reveal as any.

Xavier: He smiled softly at his put upon, floating friend. "Well, I'm certainly glad I could be of service. If you're itching for a task, why don't you help me with this?" He gestured toward the various documents and photographs.

"I'm in the market for a new property. A chateau in the French countryside. Seems a natural next step. What do you think of all these?"

Xavier spent the next few minutes showing Vincent the various properties and listing their attributes, looking over as he sensed Theo's presence.

He was already smiling by the time he knocked. A smile that turned into a full grin at his fiancé’s explanation.

"Well, this is as good a time as any to make proper introductions. "Vincent, this is Theo, my fiancé and Devlin's other father. Theo, this is Vincent, a very dear friend of mine."

Vincent: Vincent looked towards the various papers with mild interest. He missed handmade art. These would be from a device unlike anything from his realm. Interesting, but not beautiful.

"Are your bones becoming brittle?" His smile was unmistakable. A clear tease of his unrelenting power becoming sedentary.

Each chateau was scrutinized. The one with the largest kitchen and handsome windows would win his attention.

The cloud above his head had cleared in time for Theo's arrival. The scent of sugary confections and pastry a welcome interruption.

"No surprise parties for you. You'll kill all the guests!" He pointed to the bags. "Those peace offerings would like to rest on the table. They're telling me."

Theo: "Well, as long as Xavier is among them, I think I'd find it safe to assume he gave them permission to be there," Theo chuckled, and he picked up the sugary confections to place them on the table near where Xavier and Vincent were examining homes, as instructed. He wasn't a fan of surprise parties, (he'd never had one, but they didn't sound like as much fun as people played them up to be) so he was fine with creating a reputation where surprise parties, for him, were probably not wise.

"Then they belong on the table. A wise choice, as now they're closer to what you're working on," he glanced over the papers as he approached Xavier for a kiss, and Theo slipped an arm around his waist to hug to his side. "Looking for a new vacation home?" He asked and inclined his head towards his fiancé.

Xavier: Xavier couldn't help chuckling softly to himself, glad the tension was dissipating. And really it was no surprise; food was always a winner with Vincent.

He gave his fiancé a sweet kiss and pulled him close. "Indeed. Vincent was helping me evaluate my estate agent's offerings. We spend so much time in France it just makes sense to have a place there. Vincent likes this one." He showed Theo the photographs of the chateau with the lavish kitchen and floor to ceiling windows. "What do you think?"

Vincent: Vincent kept to himself, appeased with chocolate, cream, and sugar combinations. Quietly, he returned to his study of this creature. He felt like his master, and yet not. Something he could not quite put his finger on.

Theo: Theo leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Xavier's waist with a happy hum as he was pulled close.

"That's an excellent choice," Theo nodded, letting go of Xavier's waist with one arm so he could shift the papers around and examine the pictures. "It'd be nice to have a place there."

He glanced at Vincent with a small smile.

"Do you like what I picked out?" He asked, referring to the sweets.

Xavier: "There's quite a bit of land that comes with it as well. Perfect for farming apparently, but that's not an avenue that piques my interest. I'd rather reinstate the forest." For privacy more than anything else.

Vincent: "I love caramel. Whoever discovered its creation should be given sainthood."

He glanced to the papers. "We should see them in person. A photograph isn't enough. Neither is a painting!"

Theo: Theo looked up at Xavier and tilted his head to the side as he gave Xavier a playful grin.

"Can we?" He asked, matching Vincent's level of enthusiasm despite already knowing the answer.

Xavier: "All of them or just the number one contender?" Xavier asked, already reaching for his phone to send a message to the estate agent.

Vincent: "Top...three?" What was a big thing in this world. The podium. The best three to shame all others. "Are you going to take us?"

Theo: Theo looked at Xavier. "He'll definitely have to be the one to- I only had enough juice for the trip to get sweets."

Xavier: "Yes, I'll take you," he chuckled. "I'll even take us for a lovely dinner afterward so we may discuss the many merits and flaws of the properties we see."

Vincent: Gasp! "Where? Where are we going? Are we eating in Italy? France? I'm so hungry!" Despite shoving food in his mouth between questions.

Theo: Theo chuckled and looked at Xavier expectantly.

Xavier: “How does a shellfish tower in Brittany sound?”

Vincent: "How does that sound?" he asked Theo.

Theo: "That sounds lovely," Theo nodded and took Xavier's hand in his.

Xavier: “Seafood in Brittany it is. There’s also a lovely little patisserie there in case you find yourselves in want of some more dessert.” He squeezed Theo’s hand and smiled at Vincent.

“Which property shall we see first?”

Vincent: "The best! No, the worst. Let's see the smallest kitchen."

Theo: "Agreed." Theo piped in with a chuckle.

Xavier: "Is the size of the kitchen really how you would have us make this decision? What else is important?"

Theo: "Xavier, the size of the kitchen is very important!" Theo declared as he gave Xavier a very serious look, as if it were silly for him to treat that as something their decision shouldn't hinge on. It was an attempt to get on Vincent's good side, but also- "you know colleen deserves a properly sized kitchen if she were to stay there."

Vincent: "Nothing is more important. A proper potions room would do you some good! Room for a garden, but not more important!"

Theo: Theo nodded in agreement.

Xavier: Xavier smiled, seeing the attempt for what it was and not faulting it one bit. "I'll grant you that a properly appointed kitchen is important, but I can't say we have need for a potions room. None of my staff or Rohan work with them."

Vincent: "Potions are just as important as spells. Shame on you all."

Theo: Theo nodded, trying to hold back the smile that threatened to give away the laughter in his eyes.

Xavier: He laughed softly. “You know I prefer my spells and enchanted objects. Devlin’s nanny somewhat dabbles in potions, rather like your mistress does. Salves and tinctures and such.”

Vincent: "Then she deserves the best potions room you can afford!"

Theo: "Exactly! So the question still remains, which has the largest kitchen? We should start there."

Xavier: “Colleen doesn’t do her brewing in the kitchen now and I imagine Christine wouldn’t appreciate it if she started. So we shall seek out the larger kitchen, and we shall also seek out an auxiliary kitchen.”

Vincent: "Well," several sweet treats were stuffed in his mouth, "leth go!"

Theo: Theo pressed to Xavier's side and nodded in agreement. He'd leave a few sweets for their return.

Xavier: "What did we say about talking with your mouth full, Vincent?" Xavier chided, gathering the information sheets for all the properties so he could have the addresses at hand. "Everyone take an arm."

Vincent: He took his arm, though he'd debated on riding shoulder as a magpie. Perhaps on their return.

Theo: Theo took the other arm with a chuckle and leaned his head against Xavier's shoulder. "Take us away, my love."

Vincent: "You didn't say anything about talking with my mouth full," he whispered.

Xavier: "I'm almost certain I have at some point." At the very least he'd thought it.

After double checking the address on the paper, Xavier transported them across the sea to....a castle.

The grand, massive villa was surrounded by acres of beautiful countryside. Warm light shone out from massive arched windows, balconies looked out over the drive, and if they listened closely, they'd hear a fountain somewhere on the grounds.

"Stunning," said Xavier, looking up at what could soon be his.

Theo: "Holy shit...." Theo blinked, taking in the site. He squeezed Xavier's arm.

Vincent: Vincent just smiled. Of course Xavier had. Plenty of times he'd been told by multiple people to slow down, swallow, all sorts of manners which meant nothing to him.

Their travel was brief, as it always seemed, but across the world they landed, and the bird was all gasps.

"It's extravagant. Of course it is!" He would expect no less from the demon.

"Does every house have a fountain? Is that something all rich people require?"

Xavier: "Unofficially, yes," Xavier chuckled. "But I also just really enjoy fountains."

The house--if it could even be called that--was absolutely extravagant. It was everything Xavier had dreamed of in his youth. He was in love with it.

"Now, this is by far the largest estate we will potentially look at. It has a sixteen car garage, a huge pool and hot tub, a gym, a spa, a wine cellar that doubles as its own winery, a home theater, an elevator that accesses all three floors, and the considerable amount of land also comes with a barn."

Theo: Theo slipped his hand into Xavier's and squeezed, at a loss for words other than a wide-eyed stare. It was beautiful, and it felt like a fantasy to be a place where they might live. Xavier's current home felt like that for Theo at first, and he was feeling it all over again.

Vincent: "Shall we to the kitchen...s? Was it two? Kitchen and potions room." But he paused only a foot towards the villa. "Are you going to make your own wine? I think you should. You should!"

Xavier: Xavier couldn't help but smile and kiss Theo's hand. It was kind of nice that he could still surprise his soon-to-be husband with his extravagance. And perhaps a little amusing.

"There is an auxiliary kitchen, yes. Perhaps it could become a potions room one day if someone shows interest."

Xavier led them inside, where they were greeted with a massive foyer and double staircase that was just this side of gaudy. "I own stock in several wineries, my dear. It's been very profitable. The kitchen is through here, to the right."

Theo: As they entered Theo could only smile and follow, because the further in they wandered the more it felt like exactly something Xavier would purchase.

"Don't tell my mother that, she'll start expecting wines as gifts on a regular basis," Theo chuckled.

Vincent: Vincent had already disappeared once, having returned in the foyer out of breath. "I dunno about all that, but you should make your own here." He was admiring the ceiling now, arms out in true namesake, doing a little spin to test the castle's energy.

Xavier: "If she wishes them, she'll receive them." Simple as that.

The ceiling was tall and cathedral like, accentuated with a domed skylight in the very center. There were others like it throughout the house, each one beautiful and adorned with stained glass.

No one had enjoyed them in years. This palace had been passed over by many.

"Perhaps a venture for a few years down the line. Making wine takes work."

Theo: "You're going to spoil my mother," Theo laughed, although she definitely deserved it. "Not that she will mind of course." He glanced around the manor, admiring its beauty with a soft smile. "You already have so many ventures, wine making sounds like something for down the road."

Vincent: Vincent would weep at the unused space. Perhaps he would make it his own! Somehow, with something.

"What are these "so many ventures" you have?"

Xavier: "No one minds a little spoiling." Or a lot of spoiling, as Xavier was prone to do with those close to him.

He led them further inside. "I'm a businessman, canary. I deal in art and antiques and wine. I own several investment properties, stocks."

Theo: Theo smiled at that. His mother could use a little spoiling, she deserved it.

"He's very talented," Theo added as he followed at Xavier's side.

Vincent: "I thought you were just a thief!"

Xavier: "You heard, Theo, I'm very talented." He grinned. "At making money, legitimately and non-legitimately."

Theo: "Both are true," Theo grinned and gently squeezed Xavier's hand. He couldn't act like he opposed any of it, as a hunter he'd stollen more credit cards and used more forged IDs than he could count.

Vincent: "Why do you have so many?"

Xavier: "I like money. And stealing. Win-win-win."

Theo: "This place has plenty of space for all the stolen parts of that..."

Vincent: "Just money?" He couldn't decide if that sounded truthful.

"Can you paint?" Asked to the demon while doing another inquisitive spin.

Xavier: "Money, art, wine, magical artifacts. You're not the only magpie," he added with a smile.

Just off the massive kitchen--which boasted five refrigerators--there was a family room, doors to the patio, one of the entrances into the wine cellar, and a glass elevator that led to the other floors.

"I can't, no. Those who cannot paint appreciate those who can."

Theo: "My god..." Theo squinted as they passed and he noticed the 5 fridges, but he didn't linger more than a beat with the rest of them.

"That would be an adorable activity with Devlin though! Painting- finger painting!" Theo smiled, suddenly warmed by the potentially messy idea.

Vincent: "Can you play an instrument? What about sculpt?" The bird squinted. "Can you write a sonnet?" He was crafty with spells, but he realized he didn't know much of Xavier outside of their antics.

Xavier: "No, no, and maybe. I've never tried my hand at it but perhaps I have a hidden talent."

Xavier smiled. "I'm sure Devlin will love that. We'll have to paint-proof the house beforehand to spare the maids the unholy mess."

Vincent: "How many parties will you have here?" As though this were the winner.

Theo: Theo chuckled at that and looked at Xavier expectantly.

Xavier: “I don’t have parties now, canary, I don’t plan to start when I purchase a new property.”

Vincent: "Why would you need five chilling boxes?"

Theo: Again, Theo looked expectantly at Xavier, and he was clearly very amused by the conversation.

Xavier: "There are nine bedrooms in the house not including the servants’ quarters. They all need to be fed and that large amount of food requires adequate storage."

Vincent: "Will there be a garden?"

Theo: "I'd imagine so," Theo replied. "If there isn't one already, I'm sure we'll make one. Devlin would be devastated if we moved somewhere without one."

Xavier: Xavier nodded. "He would indeed. However, there is in fact a garden, along with a large pool."

Vincent: "I think what this land calls a pool is not what I know as a pool."

Theo: "What do you consider a pool?"

Vincent: "Where wood nymphs bathe."

Xavier: “Absolutely no nymphs of any kind. Modern pools only.”

Theo: "I've never met a nymph before. Do they bathe in ponds or something?"

Vincent: "Pools are cleaner."

Xavier: “Pray you never meet one.” Did he sound bitter? Probably a little.

Theo: Theo raised a curious brow in Xavier's direction, detecting the tone in his voice. Then his fingers found Xavier's and he gave them a gentle squeeze.

Vincent: Vincent turned away, distracting himself as easily as breathing.

Xavier: Xavier squeezed back, offering Theo a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine," he mouthed. Nothing to worry about. The past was the past; it happened, it was done.

"So tell me, Vincent. Does the kitchen meet with your approval?"

Theo: Theo nodded slightly, and made a note to inquire further, a little later. For now he leaned his head on Xavier's shoulder, and looked to Vincent and his answer.

Vincent: "And this is not a forever home?" In need of a reminder. He peeked over his shoulder. Was their little intimacy over?

Xavier: The coast was clear; he and Theo were back to their normal level of affection and closeness.

"It's not, no. The estate in California will always be our forever home. This would simply be a holiday home."

Vincent: "It's extravagant. It's perfect," the familiar smiled.

Theo: "Agreed," Theo nodded in approval. "It'll be a lovely getaway."

Xavier: "A perfect for the very first one?" he chuckled. "Who knew the size of kitchen could hold that much power."

Not that he disagreed. The estate was beautiful and very well maintained. It had plenty of space for any luxury they could ever want and then some. And now that it had been endorsed by Theo and Vincent, there wasn't any reason Xavier could see not to buy it.

Still, "I feel we should at least tour it in its entirety, just to get a full picture."

Vincent: "Lead the way, then!" He was tempted for a shoulder ride, but would withhold for the time being. Sooo tempting!

Theo: Theo nodded in agreement. "Lead the way, love."

Xavier: Showing them the entirety of the estate would be an endeavor and a half. It was a never-ending treasure trove of things to explore, from the grander things like the home theater and spa to the small details like the ironwork and stained-glass skylights.

The bedrooms were large and lavish, many of them accompanied by an en suite bathroom and impeccable views.

The master suite was the size of the average single-family home, with various rooms branching off from a small vestibule.

All in all, it was a space far too expansive for even Xavier Atlas. It demanded to be filled with beautiful things and life and voices and chaos. His family and his coterie would do the job very nicely.

#The Manor chapter #theobrandr #vincentcorvidae

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I Love You

Katlyn1948

Summary:

Arya and Gendry talk...and other things

Notes:

So...when I say that this story wrote its self, I mean it wrote its self. It took me four hours in the span of two days with good old fashioned pen and paper. I think it took me longer to transfer it to my tablet then to actually write it. This is also based off an Alex and Sierra song that I will link (or try to) and it a part of a bigger series that I have been wanting to do for sometime. I have a Spotify playlist for these two characters and there are a lot of songs that I want to write one shots off of and I just so happened to start with this song. I have NO IDEA when or what the next will be, but I’m sure it will be fun.

I am still working on Firestorm (I have a few more paragraphs to write) and I am working on the next part to “Lover” (it will be smut, you have been warned). I plan to upload all of them come next weekend, since it is Thanksgiving in the states. I am also working on my Arya/Gendry secret Santa, that I can’t wait to share!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!!

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https://open.spotify.com/track/2ELVVIbpucfOqGFC21Q4yR?si=dHYuguzAT0Grj5jjv-s4Ug

The air in the sky emitted a cool breeze that made the sea waves shift amongst the red castle. If one were to look beyond the horizon, there would never be an inclination that the city behind the giant stone walls now was nothing more than a pile of ash and rubble.

In the two months since the Battle of King’s Landing and Daenerys’ rise to power, little effort had been made to rebuild. It wasn’t for lack of trying, for the new queen, along with her king regent, made it their top priority to mend the fractured ruins. However, the sheer amount of what had to be done made it seem as if little had been touched.

Arya herself helped in any way that she could, if it meant that she could distance herself from Gendry. She hadn’t mustered the courage to go to him and explain her wrong doings. It was cowardly and so unlike the young assassin that it warranted feelings she had yet to experience within herself.

Self-loathing had not been an emotion that Arya had had the pleasure of experiencing, but after the long night, she seemed to be doing a lot of self-loathing. The only way to quench that heat was to speak to Gendry. She knew that eventually, she would have to. Of course, being the way she was he would have to be the one the conversation. She just had to get him alone.

It was nearing sunset as Arya stood on the dock of King’s Landing; one of the few places left untouched by wildfire, waiting for Gendry to make his appearance.

She had written him a letter earlier in the day asking him to make his way to the docks after supper. She hoped he would comply, his curiosity getting the better of him. However, in the off chance that he didn’t show, Arya would mentally have to prepare for that.

She was unsure how angry Gendry was with her, if he would be able to even stand being in her presence. If she were in his boots, she would be irrevocably furious at her. In fact, she was. She was angry with herself and her stupidity.

There were only a few times in her life were she could blatantly acknowledge her undeniable stubbornness that caused her say or do stupid things.

The night after the battle was one of those stupid times.

It was pathetic really, how the stubborn bull had awakened a part of her she never knew existed. There were feeling that sparked the moment she saw him ride into Winterfell on some white horse. Much like the princes and knights in one of Sansa’s stupid fairytales. It was ridiculous that such a sight made her stomach knot in certain, unfamiliar ways. On the other hand, how the steam that bellowed from behind him as he worked on the dragon glass caused an ache in between her thighs that the whores in Bravvos used to banter on about throughout the night.

That night, after her intense encounter with Gendry in the forge, she slipped her hand in between her legs, picturing his large, soft, calloused hands flicking the delicate bud of nerves. She could see his deep blue eyes behind her closed ones as she continued to work herself. When the slight pressure in her abdomen began to rise, she had to bite her pillow to keep from screaming is name in ecstasy.

Even when her fantasies had come to fruition and they spent, what was supposed to be their final night of life, had been everything Arya could only imagine. She promised herself that if they did survive the night then she would tell him how she truly felt. She would let him know how he made her body quiver at just the tiniest touch and how she wanted to taste the bittersweet flavor off his soft lips.

Everything she had been feeling would come into light.

But when he found her in the store room, shooting arrows, and professed his undying love to her, she calmed shut, saying the words she knew that would hurt him. His broken eyes had nearly crushed her soul, but the need for revenge was just too great. The choice between life and death, at the time, was easy to choose. Death would always be her outcome, even if other’s told her otherwise.

Now, as she stood on the dock waiting for a person she wasn’t sure would show, Arya truly began to feel alone.

“Arya?” The voice was soft, but had the power to send shivers down her spine.

She knew it was him, the voice alone giving her validation, but she needed to be sure that he was the one standing behind her. She need to see his deep blue eyes and feel his large arms wrapped around her.

Slowly she turned and sighed in relief when the blacksmith was standing just a few short feet away.

“You got my letter.” She said as her eyes darted to the parchment in his twiddling hands.

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, “I did. Although I;m not so sure as to why I showed up.”

“I needed to get you alone. You’ve been quite popular these days. Everyone wants your help somewhere or another. I’ve hardly seen much of you.” She softly smiled.

“What do you want, Arya?” His voice was stern and hard, not like the lighthearted conversations of the past.

Arya shifted here feet as she inched towards where Gendry was standing. She was so close to him that she could smell the smokes of the forge on his jerkin. She lifted her hand to his cheek and slowly lifted herself on her toes so she could reach his lips.

The kiss was light, so much so, that Arya hardly felt the chapped skin his lips were sure to have. It was such a soft peck that one could hardly tell it was a intimate gesture.

Gendry didn’t protest, but was caught off guard by the sudden shift in atmosphere.

As Arya lowered herself down, she clasped Gendry’s hand into her own, bringing it close to her chest. “I want to talk.” She said with his hand still clasped in hers.

“And where do you suppose we do that?” He asked, Arya could see the conflict in his yes as he struggled to down at her.

“You see that ship?” She pointed to the a ship anchored just beyond the docks.

Gendry nodded, “Yeah, what ‘bout it?”

“It’s mine, stupid. We can talk there. The crew are on the mainlands tonight, so we have complete privacy.” She hoped he would take her up on the offer and not leave her heartbroken and alone like she had done to him. Although, she couldn’t blame him if he did.

“How are we supposed to get to it?”

Arya smiled, taking his question as confirmation. She let go of his hand and crossed the dock to where a row boat was tied to a post, “I believe, Lord Baratheon, that you are quite familiar with this.”

A noticeable blush creeped onto Gendry’s face, “I’m going to kill Davos.”

“Don’t be mad at him. If anything be mad at me, I was the one that pried it out of him.” She confessed as she climbed into the dingy. Gendry was close behind and visibly revolted at the thing.

“Fine, I’ll go, but you’re the one rowing.”

Arya smiled, “As you wish, mi’lord.”

“Don’t call me that.” He grumbled as he took his position in the boat. He immediately took the ores from Arya, never intending her to row the both of them to her ship, and began treading them through the water.

They rowed in silence; Arya capturing quick glances at Gendry as he worked the ores though the water. With the waves calm and the slight breeze drifting through the air, Gendry had little to no difficulty navigating through the water.

The ship was just a few hundred yards away when Gendry suddenly stopped rowing, bringing the dingy to a halt.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Arya questioned.

Gendry sighed as he placed the ores in their respective sockets to keep them from falling into the sea. “What’s your plan, Arya?”

“What do you mean?” Pure confusion dripped from her voice.

“Why are you taking me to your empty ship?” He paused, searching her eyes for any answers.

“I told you, to talk.” She said curtly.

Gendry scoffed, “Talk? Arya we could have talked on the damn dock! We were alone, no one would have bothered us there, so why the ship?”

Arya sighed, giving herself a few moment to compose her emotions before speaking.

“We could have been interrupted. Some errand boy would have fetched you to do something for some lord! The only way for me to get truly alone was if no one knew where we were.” She confessed. Her breath was uneven as she tried to keep everything from spilling out.

“Fine, you got me alone. Now talk.” He urged with annoyance.

Arya let out an exasperated chuckle, “I am not having this conversation in a fucking dingy! If you don’t want to row anymore, then hand me the ores and I’ll take us to the ship!”

She grumbled in frustration as she shifted her position on the boat in order for her to grab the ores out of the sockets. Her hands grabbed for the handle when Gendry quickly stopped her. His hand had engulfed her as he placed them over hers.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” He huffed. “I’ll take us to the damn ship.”

Arya quickly snatched her hands out from under his, placing them in her lap and twiddling her fingers to keep her mind off at how much the small interaction burned her skin with desire.

The rest of short boat ride consisted of soft grunts as Gendry treaded the water. Arya didn’t dare glance his way, waiting until they were firmly on the ship before making any more advanced.

Once docked at the ship, Arya and Gendry climbed the rope ladder left for them by her crew just the day prior. They hauled themselves over the side and Gendry was immediately at a loss for words at the shear size of the vessel. It could house at least fifty or so crew members, not to mention enough storage to hold at least a few moons turns of supplies.

The decorative finishes showed exactly whose ship it belonged to.

“Let me guess...Davos.”

Arya smiled, “You are correct. I went to him after the battle at Winterfell. He told me he could find something, but I never imagined it would be something like this.”

“Well he is one for making sure people have the best, whether is be advice or a bloody ship.” He looked around the deck, marveling at the Stark sigil printed on the sails. “Why do you have a ship, anyway?”

Arya sighed as she felt her hear sink into her stomach, “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?” He asked as he began to follow in her footsteps.

Arya weaved below deck and continued I until they were at least two stories below deck, “I keep the good ale in my cabins to keep any wandering hands away. Trust me when I say that we will need it.”

They walked for several minutes before Arya haunted at the a large mahogany door. The Stark emblem had been engraved into the wood with a large wolf’s head designed as the knocker. Arya unlatched the door, pushing it open to allow Gendry to step inside.

For such an extravagant ship, Arya’s cabins were quite minimal. There was a table situated by a port window with two chairs. There were two goblets already set out for the two of them. A wardrobe was placed against the wall opposite to where the bed was placed.

Gendry tried not to blush as his eyes lingered on the feather bed.

It was substantially larger than the bed in her chambers back in Winterfell, and even that bed had been quite comfortable, but this one looked as if it were going to be heaven to lay upon.

Arya noticed his gaze and tired to suppress a smile at the thoughts that were no doubt going through his mind, for they were the same that went through hers. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t want to throw him down onto the bed and ravish his body until the morning sun rose.

She wanted him, more so than the night of the battle. Her body craved for his and it made her scoff at how ridiculous it all was. She had one taste of such intense visceral pleasure that now she couldn’t wait for more.

But now was not the time for inappropriate thoughts; now was the time for talk and there was so much that Arya had to say, she wasn’t sure if she could get through it all without breaking down into a pile of puddles.

“Please, sit.” She gestured to the chair across from where she was standing.

Gendry shuffled out of his cloak and draped it behind the chair before taking a seat. Arya had pulled a jug of ale from the cabinet beside the wardrobe, pouring a hefty amount of ale into each of the goblets. Gendry didn’t hesitate as he chugged his goblet, reaching for the jug in Arya’s hand before she had a chance to place on the table in front of them.

“So, you got me here. What do you want to talk about?”

Arya took her seat across from Gendry and took a swing of ale before answering, “Us. You...me.”

Gendry scoffed, “I thought ‘us’ ended the night after the battle.”

Arya ignored his jab as she gathered courage to speak from her heart.

“You want to know why I have this ship? I was planning on sailing west after Jon’s coronation. I was going to hire a navigator and few more crew members and sail beyond the horizon, never letting anyone know I was leaving.” She paused as she tired to ease her shaking breaths, “But as I spent time here, around the people that I love and care about, I came to realize that that would be a stupid mistake. I was trying to run away from a past that I didn’t want to remember, or a life I believed I didn’t deserve.”

She hadn’t realized the tears streaming down her face until Gendry’s thumb gently wiped them away.

“I’m so sorry, Gendry. I didn’t mean to break your heart the way that I did. I was just so focused on revenge and killing Cersei. I thought that if I severed ties and broke your heart that it wouldn’t have hurt you so much if I didn’t make it out alive.”

She couldn’t help the sob that escaped her throat, shaking her body with the sheer force of it.

Gendry was quickly by her side, pulling her into his chest as she let the tears take over her body. “Gods, Arya. How could you ever thing that? I would have never stopped loving you, even if you did rip my heart out of my chest. It’s impossible for me to stop loving you.”

Arya shook her head, pushing herself from his grasp, “No, but you have to. I’m not good, Gendry. I’ve done bad things; things that would make you see me differently. Gendry, you deserve someone good.”

Gendry sighed and pulled Arya’s hands into his own, “Arya, i fell in love with a strong, smart and beautiful girl. Every time I look at you, my breath escapes me and I can’t help but smile when your name is brought up in conversation. It feels like the most natural thing in the world.”

“But you can’t.” She whispered as she looked from his eyes.

Arya knew Gendry’s felling for her and it made her heart burst at his confirmation, but even with her own undeniable felling for him, she couldn’t give him what he needed.

“Gendry, I wanted to tell you about this ship because, despite my revelations, I still need to leave. Maybe with everyone knowing, but I have to go.”

Gendry’s eyes snapped to hers, “Arya-”

“No! Let me finish. I have to leave to find myself. I lost who I was when I was in Bravvos, and although my family and you have given me pieces of myself, there are still some that are missing. I can’t be with you, as I am, without finding myself completely.”

“Gods, Arya, I just professed my love to you, again, and now you’re telling me not to, again. I can’t do that. Not this time.” Arya now saw tears welling in his eyes and it nearly killed her to see him so broken and vulnerable.

She sighed, “But you have to try. I can’t have you becoming your father. Not having my aunt broke him and I would never be able to forgive myself if I did that to you.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, “If you think I’ll end up anything like Robert, then you must have hit head harder than you thought.” He brushed a piece of loose hair from her face as she resorted his hand upon her cheek, “You are the most infuriating woman I have ever met, Arya Stark. You are stubborn, mean, and scarier than any wight I have ever faced, but even that won’t make make me stop loving you. I don’t think you realize just how much I do love you. If you have have to leave to find yourself, then I will wait, no matter how long. And if you never return, then at least I can pray to the gods that I see you in the after life. I love you.”

“You’re stupid, you know that?” She scoffed as she wiped the tears from her face.

Gendry smiled, “So I’ve been told.”

There was a beat of silence between the two as they looked into each other’s eyes.

There was so much emotion swirling in Gendry’s blue irises that spoke so much more than words. Arya was confident that even her gray eyes betrayed her, giving Gendry all the consent he needed to place his lips upon hers.

She was surprised by the action, but accepted it with much anticipation.

It had been too long since she had been this close to him and now that she placed firmly in his arms, she never wanted to let go.

Quickly, the kiss deepened as Arya felt Gendry’s tongue slip past her teeth, swirling with hers in a mirage of emotions. She sighed against his lips as he brought his hands to her waist, squeezing them tight with need.

They stumbled from the table, crashing onto the bed as Gendry dragged Arya down with him. She straddled him easily as their lips continued to explore each other’s mouth. Eventually, she released her lips from his, gasping for air. The action burned her lungs as she took fast breaths to try to ease her racing heart.

Gendry was heaving, as he too, tried to catch his breath.

For a few moments, all they could do was stare at one another, waiting to see what the other would do.

With Arya still straddled around Gendry’s waist, she leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Love me, Gendry.”

And that he did.

For hours, they explored each other’s bodies, taking the time to admire the nooks and crannies that they were deprived of all those nights ago. With no one to disturb their love making, Arya could be as loud and as rough as she pleased. Gendry had no qualms, although he was sure to regret the claw marks on his back come morning. They even enjoyed the gentler parts of their union as Gendry took his time sheathing himself within Arya, nearly pushing her over the edge of no return.

There was no need for them to rush and for once, they could truly learn their lover’s body.

It was as if they were discovering not only themselves, but each other, for the first time.

Arya may have know Gendry for years, but this was a part of him that she had to earn to learn, just as he had with her. They trusted each other with, not only their lives, but their bodies and that was the most vulnerable anyone could become.

It was hard for Arya to let down those walls for Gendry to truly know her as man and woman, but once she did, it was if the whole world had opened up endless possibilities. For the first time in her life, she was no longer alone, but rather one with him, now and forever.

Their extensive indiscretions had left them numb and exhausted.

The soft rocking of the ship against the calms waves had lulled them into slumber more than once that night, but with the moonlight shining through the small port window in Arya’s chambers, she couldn’t help but watch him as he ran his fingers down her spine, trying hard to spell out his name. It was amusing to feel his hard work at learning his letters. It left her with soft tickles and more than a few giggles as he did so.

“Are you still leaving after Jon is crowned with Daenerys?” Gendry asked as the sun began to rise over the horizon.

Arya swallowed and nodded softly, “I do, but that is a week away. We can spend all we can with each other until then.”

“I’ll keep you to that, mi’lady.” He chuckled.

Arya smiled, but was too exhausted to correct him.

“I’ll write as often as I can, but I cannot promise that the ravens will get to you in a timely manner, if at all.” She confessed.

“I’ll keep an eye out for them.”

“And I truly don’t know when I may return, but when I do, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Arya-”

“And you have to promise me that if your heart does change and find a lady to spend your days with, that you’ll be happy.”

“Arya-”

“And try to watch after Jon, will you? He will be devastated when I tell him-”

“Arya! Please do not worry. All will be as it should, even if it takes years. Now, can we please enjoy each other’s company before we have to return to the docks and explain where we’ve been these past hours?” He pleaded.

Arya blushed and smiled, “I love you.”

Gendry pulled her close as he wrapped the furs around their naked forms, “And I love you.”

#arya stark #gendrya #got #arya/gendry #gendry baratheon #gendry waters #gendry x arya #gendry/arya #arya x gendry #i love you #alex and sierra #arya/gednry playlist

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fightmechimchim · 6 years

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BTS SCENARIOS- You get lost.

Kim Namjoon:

Instead of spending the rest of your day locked up in your apartment your boyfriend Namjoon insisted on you two going out for a casual walk to the nearest park. You whined and groaned in protest but now with his warm fingers linked with yours while the chilling evening air sent shiver down your back, you couldn’t help but love every silent second you spent walking hand in hand around a half-deserted pond.

Namjoon tugged your hand towards a lonely bench, facing the few swans wondering around at the edges of the pond.

‘’Why don’t we sit here for a bit?’’ Namjoon spoke softly digging his chin further into his scarf. You smiled softly at him and plopped down on the bench, patting the spot next to you. He shook his head with a smile and seated himself by your side. He glanced at you lovingly before bringing his lips to your temple and planting a moment long kiss. You leaned your head against his shoulder when he pulled away.

The peace surrounding the two of you almost seemed unreal, like a small piece of heaven has been gifted to you. As simple as the moment was you knew you’d treasure it with every bit of your heart. The warmth radiating from Namjoon’s body, the golden light of the sunset giving your interlinked hands a soft glow, and to your side even if you didn’t know Namjoon was gazing down at you like you’re the most precious piece of heaven that’s been gifted to him alone.

After a few minutes, Namjoon started shuffling next to you pulling out a small notepad with a pencil you remember buying him not long ago. You smiled noticing that it was already halfway down its original length. Namjoon started writing and scribbling into his notepad, turning pages and scrubbing out lines. You knew he was in the zone of writing, so you settled for watching the swans who ogled right back at you. After some time you got up from the bench, you looked at Namjoon whose eyes were narrowed on the yellow pages.

‘’I’m gonna go buy some ice-cream, you want one?’’ You asked while stifling a yawn. Namjoon nodded once without saying anything. You smiled and turned around to head to the ice-cream van you knew should be somewhere around as it usually is.

It must have been half an hour or just a whole hour when Namjoon’s fingers began to cramp, and the constant friction of the pencil against his fingers made his skin sore. Namjoon pocketed the notepad with the pencil and took a deep breath leaning back. He closed his eyes tightly to make the exhaustion disappear, he yawned stretching his arms in the air. He looked to his side expecting to see you quietly scrolling through your phone but you weren’t there. He frowned as he scanned the area around him, his eyes running over the pond that has now been long abandoned by the swans and the narrow pathways that extended into further parts of the park. You were nowhere in sight.

He jumped up from the bench doing a full turn. There was no sign of you. He fished out his phone from his pocket and dialled your number, he placed the phone next to his ear the cold surface sending a shiver down his neck. He was sent to your voicemail, he sighed shaking his head as his eyebrows narrowed into a worrying expression. He looked around the area once more, the air around him seemed to grow colder as the sky slowly lost its glow and turned into a steel blue colour.

He vaguely remembered you mentioning something about ice-cream. After dialling you once more to no avail he began walking towards the direction of where the ice-cream van you often frequented usually stood.

Namjoon kept running his hands through his face as he glanced in every direction during his walk expecting to see you walking about. Using logic he knew that you probably got distracted by something and that’s why you were gone for so long, but he still couldn’t help the tightening feeling in his chest or the way he kept switching between walking and jogging. He tried calling you one more time, and when you didn’t answer yet again he began running through the park his eyes darting frantically as the panic seeping through him made his hands shake and his legs feel awfully heavy.

Namjoon stopped in his tracks when he heard familiar laughter echo from nearby. He spun to face the sound. There it was again, he was sure it was you. It had to be you. He ran towards the direction of your laughter. And there you were, sitting crossed legged on the grass as two golden retrievers hopped and jumped around you, your hands swinging about as you desperately tried to pet them.

Namjoon’s heart climbed its way back from his stomach as the panic slowly vanished leaving him very much tired yet somewhat afloat with relief. He slowly jogged up to you. Your head snapped in his direction and you grinned at him.

‘’Namjoon-ah, look who I found.’’ You laughed as one of the pups licked your chin. Namjoon looked down at the pups and started laughing, almost hysterically. You gave him a weird look, oblivious to the fact that his laughter was a cause of immense relief rather than the joy of discovering dogs.

‘’Are you okay?’’ You chuckled as you shuffled to stand up and hug your boyfriend. Namjoon didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms and hide his face in your neck, breathing in the scent of you and letting your warmth settle around him, chasing the nerves away.

‘’Yeah, I’m okay.’’ He whispered planting continuous pecks on your neck. You rubbed at his back somewhat confused.

‘’Ah.’’ You pulled away in exclamation. Namjoon groaned in protest.

‘’The pups ate our ice-cream.’’ You said smiling. Namjoon looked at the puppies as their attention was suddenly caught by a faraway whistle causing them to dash away.

‘’They stole my girlfriend and my ice-cream.’’ Namjoon sighed wrapping his arm around your waist. You shrugged innocently before looking up at him with a smile.

‘’Home?’’ You asked nudging him. He smiled down at you.

‘’Home.’’

Kim Seokjin:

You were doing simple grocery shopping with your boyfriend for the anniversary of the long years that Bangtan has been together, it was their own little thing but you still offered to help.

‘’I need to get some apples, can you get the bread while I get them?’’ Seokjin spoke up eyes trained on the list in his hands. You smiled and wheeled the trolley for him to take.

‘’Sure, meet at the front?’’ He nodded and strolled off while you skipped off in the opposite direction.

Seokjin was rolling his shoulders back as he walked through the busy parking lot, his back ached from the weight of the bags he had to carry all by himself. He set them on the ground and rubbed at his hands. If only you were there to help him an-. Shit. Seokjin’s eyes grew twice their size as he spun on the spot to face the supermarket. He can’t believe he literally just forgot his girlfriend inside the supermarket.

He quickly dipped his hands in his pockets pulling his phone out. He groaned in regret and embarrassment. How could he forget you?

‘’Hey, where are you? I’ve been walking around the shop looking for you, now I’m in the parking lot waiting for you and I think I might be lost.’’ He sighed inwardly hearing your voice.

‘’Yeah, well I’m kind of in the parking lot too and um I have already well paid for everything, so tell me where you are and I’ll meet you?’’ He stuttered out quickly.

‘’Seokjin?’’ He gulped.

‘’Did you forget me in the supermarket?’’ You asked slowly.

‘’Look Y/N I’m really sorry. I was just so distracted and I completely spaced out, I am so sorry please forgi-‘’ Before he could finish you interrupted him with a hush.

‘’I’ll yell at you later for leaving me, but right now I really need you to find me. I’m lost and I think there’s someone following me.’’ You spoke quietly into the phone. Seokjin stopped midway of pacing.

‘’What? Where are you? Can you head back to the entrance?’’ He spoke quickly while looking around in every direction hoping to see you. It was dark and the parking lot was barely lit by the dimming street lights.

‘’I’m heading there now I think, please go there too.’’ He could hear you panicking into the phone. Guilt and anxiety sprang to his chest.

‘’I’m coming, don’t worry, just keep walking and don’t hang up.’’ He sprinted back towards the entrance keeping the phone by his ear. Soon enough he stood by the lighted doors with customers walking past him, but no sight of you.

‘’Y/N where are you?’’ He spoke a little too harshly into the phone as the chilling panic grew.

‘’I’m not sure, I think I’m on the other side I can’t see you.’’ You spoke and your voice shook. Seokjin quickly turned around a corner and spotted your figure at the end of the pathway lighted by a twitching streetlight. A man was approaching you and Seokjin sprinted once again, anger and adrenaline replacing his worry.

He reached you just in time to smack the unfamiliar man’s hand away from touching your face. The strange man gave a dirty look but took a step back smiling slyly at you. You looked up at your boyfriend whose body moved blocking you from the man.

‘’Leave.’’ He stated simply and the man scoffed sparing one last glance behind your boyfriend before walking off without looking back.

After he was gone Seokjin turned around and grabbed you into his arms, slowly letting the hard beating of both of your hearts settle against each other.

‘’I’m okay, he was so disgusting. How does one find it so difficult to comprehend the meaning of fuck off?’’ You grumbled against his chest. You were more mad than scared at this point, the anxiety wearing off in your boyfriend’s presence.

‘’I don’t know love, I really don’t. I am so so sorry for leaving without you. I don’t want to think about what could have happened to you if I didn’t find you.’’ He pulled you in closer, gently patting your head reassuring himself that you are safe in his arms.

‘’I would have beaten him up.’’ You spoke stubbornly pulling away from your boyfriend slightly. Seokjin looked at you lovingly, his smile not quite certain.

‘’I’m sorry Y/N.’’ He looked down in shame. You poked his chest.

‘’Just don’t forget me again, geez next time you’ll forget you have a girlfriend at all.’’ You joked but he glared at you with a pout.

‘’Impossible.’’ He objected and pulled you back in.

‘’Seokjin?’’ You lifted your head to look up at him.

‘’Hm?’’ He hummed with his eyes closed as he rested his head on top of yours.

‘’Where are the groceries?’’ You asked confused. Your boyfriend pulled back looking puzzled before it hit him. You lifted your eyebrows in question.

‘’In my defence, I had more important matters at hand.’’ He stated and grabbed your hand and pulling you towards the direction where he dropped the numerous shopping bags after you called him in panic. You sighed walking next to him.

‘’Just don’t forget you love me.’’ You muttered rolling your eyes.

‘’Never.’’ He smiled looking at you as he urged you to pick up the pace.

Min Yoongi:

You ran from stall to stall exclaiming in wonder upon seeing a dozen of beautiful ornaments, paintings, jewellery and other numerous things that you did not know the name of. They all fascinated you so much that you simply could not keep still, much to the dismay of your boyfriend whose arm kept slipping off of your shoulders every time you jumped at the sight of something new and interesting.

Yoongi came up from behind you to peek at what it was you were holding in your hands. It was a simple bracelet with a leather string and a blue stone stuck to it. Yoongi glanced at your expression failing to hide his adoring smile caused by your complete and utter amazement at something so simple.

‘’Do you like it?’’ Yoongi asked slipping his arm around your waist. You glanced at your boyfriend grinning.

‘’It’s beautiful.’’ You commented shyly as you spun it around your finger. Yoongi nodded in agreement, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the little number of coins that was the price of the bracelet. The woman at the stall smiled at you both in gratitude. You stared at Yoongi, raising your eyebrows. He simply shrugged smiling sweetly at you.

‘’Put it on then.’’ He said taking the bracelet from you and slipping it on your wrist. You sighed through your grin.

‘’Yes on top of the other five bracelets you’ve already bought me.’’ You said feeling slightly guilty for having Yoongi continuously pay for everything that caught your eye. It wasn’t entirely your fault. Yoongi wanted you to have a good time on your vacation and pay you back for the time you’ve spent away from him during his tour.

‘’Just say thank you.’’ He pouted crossing his arms.

‘’Thank you.’’ You said softly leaning in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling away, yet again to his utmost dismay.

‘’C’mon let’s walk around more, this market doesn’t close till three in the morning.’’ You said taking your boyfriend’s hand in yours. Yoongi let himself be dragged around by you occasionally glancing at the six bracelets adorning your wrist, he felt satisfied with himself and even more satisfied and proud when he saw your eyes gleam with wonder and childlike joy.

The place Yoongi took you on vacation was beautiful, a small island with little dreams but not any less magical, especially when you two were together. Even Yoongi himself got distracted, stopping now and then to snap pictures of anything remotely interesting to him.

Yoongi stopped at a bridge crossing over a river, the way the fairy lights shone on the surface of the water simply begged for his camera’s attention. He took a few shots from a few different angles and once he was satisfied with at least two or three of the pictures he mindlessly chased the air beside him with his hand looking to interlink your fingers. Except that all he caught was empty air. He looked to his side and up and down the bridge, however you weren’t there.

Yoongi sighed going back to where he came from while letting his eyes swim between the people expecting you to appear. No such luck. Yoongi reached his hands into his pocket ready to call you only to remember that you left your phone with him complaining about how your jeans don’t have big enough pockets. He rolled his eyes as he walked into the crowd, drifting his eyes from stall to stall expecting you to materialise right in front of him. He was growing quite irritated, how did you get separated from him?

About fifteen minutes must have passed and you were nowhere to be seen. The annoyance he felt at your sudden disappearance started to transform into an itching worry, what if you got lost? What if you wondered somewhere you shouldn’t have? You don’t know the language or the area, someone could hurt you. Thoughts as such raced through Yoongi’s head and a warm sheet of sweat started to form on his forehead as panic began to disperse around his body.

Yoongi pushed past people hoping to see your head emerge out of the crowd. He couldn’t help but get angry at you and at himself for losing sight of you. He must have run across the bridge he took photos at, at least fifteen times by now, where the hell were you?

As Yoongi rounded a set of connected stalls his heart sunk to the bottom of his feet when he saw your figure pacing around near a candlelit fountain. Your eyes were darting around in every direction while your hands clenched and twisted at the fabric of your shirt. Good, Yoongi thought, that’s what you get for slipping away from me, but thank God you’re okay.

Yoongi strode towards you and once your glossy eyes landed on his every bit of annoyance and anger evaporated from his body. You gasped his name out as you ran the rest of the short distance between you and threw your hands around his neck slamming your bodies together. Yoongi sighed into your hair, angling his face so he could place a soothing kiss on your head while his arms circled protectively around you.

‘’I got lost. I’m sorry.’’ You whispered into his neck, taking in the scent of him letting yourself relax in his hold.

‘’It’s okay, you’re okay. I found you.’’ Yoongi murmured tightening his arms around you, trying to still the weak tremor of his hands.

‘’Don’t get separated from me again, okay love?’’ Yoongi said pulling away slightly so he could look at you. He took your face in his hand brushing his thumb against your cheek to soothe your nerves. You nodded your head meekly.

‘’I thought something bad might happen to you.’’ You admitted your eyes watering again at the thought of Yoongi getting hurt. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, scoffed at you in disbelief.

‘’You were worried about me?’’ He asked incredulously. You nodded again, narrowing your eyes at his bemused expression. Yoongi laughed looping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you closer.

‘’You’re an idiot.’’ Yoongi said kissing your forehead. You hit his chest lightly.

‘’I want to go home.’’ You whined. Yoongi looked into your eyes chuckling to himself.

‘’Alright, home it is.’’ He took your hand in his, but you pulled away, instead you slithered your arm around his waist so you could lean into his side, wanting to feel him close to you.

‘’I hope you can learn from this, and stop wandering around so much.’’ Yoongi kissed the top of your head as you began making your way out of the market.

‘’I decided that from now on you’ll be the only wonder I wish to explore.’’ You declared squeezing his side. He scoffed commenting on how cheesy that was even if his heart felt a lot lighter and at ease with you safe and sound at his side.

Jung Hoseok:

‘’Jung Hoseok you’re going to pay for this.’’ You said each word slowly summoning your most threating expression as you glared at your boyfriend who was inching away from you with his hands covering the huge grin decorating his face.

‘’Are you sure? Why would you ever do something bad to your loving boyfriend?’’ Hoseok laughed bringing his hands to his face to poke at his dimples. Both you and Hoseok were submerged waist deep in water play fighting like the two children you are.

You wanted to have a relaxing day at the beach however your boyfriend had different plans when he lifted you into his arms and ran to drop you into the saltiest sea water you’ve ever tasted. After that, it was an endless war of trying to make one another go underwater.

‘’How about we have a competition?’’ Hoseok laughed dodging the splash of water you sent his way.

‘’What competition?’’ You asked crossing your arms over your chest. Hoseok walked closer to you.

‘’Both of us go underwater and if I manage to hold my breath longer than you, you’ll spend the rest of the day doing what I want, and if you win I’ll do whatever you want.’’ He explained pushing the wet strands of hair out of his face. You smirked at your boyfriend before stretching out your hand.

‘’Deal.’’ You shook hands and the both of you walked in a little deeper. You stood facing each other counting to three before both of you dunked your heads underwater. You had your eyes closed so you didn’t see when Hoseok reached out and tickled your sides causing you to blow out a row of bubbles as you pulled your head out of the water, Hoseok following your lead.

‘’I win.’’ He exclaimed fist bumping the air.

‘’No, you cheated.’’ You declared reaching to push him into the water only to have him grab you by your hands and pull into his chest. He looked at you with a delighted smile, and suddenly you were caught in a trance as tiny water droplets rode down his cheekbones and his lips shone with the dampness of the water. Hoseok too was busy looking at you like you were some beautiful mystical creature that’s emerged from the sea, ready to put him under your spell.

You took that as your chance to swing your leg out underwater and trip your boyfriend whose arms miserably chased for you in the air as he went down with a yelp. You laughed as you started shoving waves of water towards his face not letting him breathe for a second.

Hoseok laughed as he started running away from you, the waves and the current hitting against him made it all that more fun escaping from you. When he didn’t hear your laughter anymore is when he turned around with a huge grin on his face hoping to see you sulking ten feet away from him. However, he couldn’t see you at all.

His laughter died down into weak pants as exhaustion of the running caught up to him. He squeezed the bridge of his nose and rubbed at his eyes getting rid of the water. You weren’t in front of him, and there’s no way you could be behind him. He started walking back to your previous spot, gulping down the confusion.

‘’Y/N.’’ He called out, reaching his hand to block the sun. He glanced towards the shore but you weren’t there either. The only people there were an elderly couple sitting under the shade and a family of three taking pictures by the rocks.

‘’Y/N.’’ Hoseok yelled louder now turning in every direction as panic seeped into him. The salty water around his lips made him feel sick as he quickly paced in the water, running his hands through the blue surface as if trying to unveil you.

Hoseok felt like he was caught in a turmoil, spinning on his heels as stones and pebbles dug painfully into his feet. His chest tightened as he looked into the far-off sea, there’s no way you could have been pulled back, the current isn’t even that strong.

‘’Y/N.’’ Hoseok tried calling your name but it came out hoarse as the panic groped at his throat stifling the air. His eyes started to water and his fingers started to shake as he kept turning in every direction in search for you.

‘’Hoseok?’’ He spun around at the sound of his name. There you were. Standing at the shore of the sea, the gentle waves circling around your feet as you looked at your boyfriend with pure innocence.

Hoseok felt light-headed with relief as he struggled out of the deep water to run to you. He practically jumped on you, circling his arms around you and holding on to you for dear life.

‘’Thank God Y/N’’ He said sagging with relief against you, you couldn’t understand why he was so alarmed. You only went behind the rocks where your belongings were to get the camera and take some pictures.

‘’Hoseok are you okay?’’ You asked carefully pulling yourself away. You looked at his eyes that were too red for salt water. Your heart clenched as Hoseok sniffed running his hand through his face as the other shakily held your wrist.

‘’I-I thought you drowned when I couldn’t see you anymore.’’ Hoseok explained loosening a breath. Your heart froze with guilt. You dropped the camera to the ground and pulled your boyfriend towards you.

‘’Baby no, I just went to get the camera. I’m here okay? I’m here.’’ You comforted him running your hands over his back. Hoseok held onto you tightly, letting his breathing calm as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, the feeling of your skin and your body relaxing him second by second.

‘’Can we just go back to the hotel? I just want to hold you.’’ He whispered kissing your shoulder and pulling away to hold your face in his hands. He looked into your eyes not daring to remember how he thought it’d be the last time he saw them. You nodded your head smiling at him weakly, you let him slide his arm around your waist and pull you close to him.

‘’Don’t forget that you won, meaning I’ll do whatever you want for the entire day.’’ You smiled hoping to make him feel better.

‘’Just don’t leave my side.’’ He said kissing your head. You stopped to look at him, leaning up to kiss him slowly on the lips.

‘’I don’t plan on leaving you at all, not for a day not for a week.’’ You said against his lips. He grinned leaning his forehead against yours, his heart finding its regular heartbeat as you took your hand in his and began walking back. Like what you said was a simple fact and a simple truth and there was no alternative answer, other than being with him forever.

Park Jimin:

You and Jimin were having the time of your life swinging on swings that were way too small for two fully grown people like you, but who can judge when seeing the massive smiles on each of your faces. It was one of those days where you and Jimin had absolutely nothing to do, so instead of reading and wasting time on your phones at home, you walked about the streets searching for an adventure.

And if that adventure consisted of you and your boyfriend taking over a children’s playground in a deserted park at two in the morning then yes.

‘’Stop, please, I can’t breathe.’’ You huffed out and dropped yourself onto the floor. You leaned back letting yourself face the night sky that was littered with a dozen beautiful stars, oddly reminded you of something.

‘’You shouldn’t lay on the ground, it’s cold and I don’t want you getting sick.’’ Jimin commented as he sat crossed legged beside you. You turned your head to look at your beautiful boyfriend. He was looking at you intently with a hint of a smile presented by his plump lips that were redder than usual due to the cold, it matched his rosy cheeks perfectly. If only you brought your camera with you, you’d love to save this moment right now, however, you doubted it would manage to capture all of Jimin’s essence. He was indescribable really, Jimin was beyond all of the most beautiful words that one could find in a dictionary.

‘’I won’t get sick, you worry too much.’’ You replied, lifting your hand to take Jimin’s index finger bringing it to the level of your eyes to trace the glimmering stones in the sky, drawing pictures only visible in your imagination. Jimin laughed at your actions using his other hand to cover his face, you were too adorable for your own good.

‘’Aish, why are you like this? You’re too much.’’ He chuckled as he gently began to stroke your forehead with his fingertips.

‘’You love me.’’ You sing-songed. Jimin smiled lovingly at you and nodded his head repeatedly as he gazed at you wondering if you’d ever know just how much he loved you and treasured you. It hurt in the best way possible.

You described the pictures you were drawing to Jimin, giving backstories and ridiculous names to your newly invented characters which made Jimin fall back in laughter. Only when you heard quiet, timid whines did both of you actually stop smiling for the first time in the day. You looked at Jimin as you quickly sat up from your spot. Soft whining and crying could be heard from somewhere behind you.

Jimin stood up hunching his shoulders as he pulled out his phone and flashed around the area of the playground. You stood up and both of you listened quietly. The whining became more consistent and both of you inched towards the direction of the sound.

‘’Here, hey look.’’ You called out to Jimin who angled the flash into a ripped up shoebox that had a tiny little kitten hidden in between blankets; shivering and scared with its bright yellow eyes.

‘’Oh no, what is it doing here? Hey little guy.’’ Jimin said softly as the two of you bent down closer to the kitten. You looked worriedly at Jimin who carefully reached out and rubbed the forehead of the tiny black kitten with his thumb.

‘’We can’t leave him here.’’ You whispered trying not to startle the kitten. Jimin shook his head muttering a sorrowful ‘no we can’t.’

‘’Stay here with him, there’s a convenience store nearby. I’ll grab some food and heating pads and run right back okay?’’ Jimin said getting up while looking sadly at the abandoned kitten.

‘’Please hurry.’’ You said as Jimin retreated leaving you with the little ball of black fur.

Jimin rushed back from the convenience store, his throat sore from breathing in the cold night air as he ran through the park to get to you and the little kitten.

‘’Hey, I got all that I could an-‘’ Jimin began but stopped when he noticed that you were not where he left you.

‘’Y/N?’’ Jimin called out to you. No response. Jimin spun in every direction as he walked around the playground, his heart beating ridiculously fast and loud against his ribcage as you were nowhere to be found.

‘’Y/N?’’ Jimin yelled louder only to be met with empty silence. You weren’t in the park, you must have gone somewhere.

Jimin ran out of the playground and into the further areas of the park. The grocery bag was hitting against his leg roughly while the phone with the flash on proved to be useless as Jimin could barely keep it still in his shaking hands.

Jimin tried to will away the stinging in his eyes, but as he kept running around only to see darkness and no sign of you, he couldn’t help the hot tears that escaped the corners of his eyes. He stopped to breathe for a second. Where are you? Jimin’s breath shook as panic and fear gripped his throat and chest, threatening to choke him.

‘’Jimin?’’ Jimin sprang up to face a dark silhouette running hurriedly towards him.

‘’Y/N?’’ Jimin managed to shout out as he met you halfway crashing into your body.

‘’Oh my god Jimin, where were you? The kitten started crying and I didn’t know what to do, it was just screeching and twitching but then this man came up to us and I told him what happened so he said he’ll take him to the nearest animal shelter with his car that was parked nearby an-and after I saw them off I went to look for you but I couldn’t see anything and I-I was lost an-‘’ You began crying as you plunged yourself deeper into Jimin’s arms that were running up and down your sides trying to settle your trembling form.

‘’It’s okay, you found me, you’re okay.’’ Jimin whispered into your hair holding you tightly against him as you drew in shaky breaths. Jimin himself was crying silently as he began to kiss the side of your face repeatedly, trying to calm you as much as himself.

‘’I’m glad you’re okay.’’ Jimin sniffed and you pulled back to look at his face, his cheeks shining from the wet trails of the tears that blurred his eyes. Your heart felt heavy as you thought of the worry you caused him. You wiped his cheeks and pressed warm kisses on every inch of his face the way he loved to do to you. You ended up sealing his lips with your own as you pressed yourself even closer needing to feel Jimin safe against you.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ You stuttered out eventually. Jimin shook his head letting the remaining tears fall down, he smiled as he rested his forehead against yours taking both of your hands in his own.

‘’It’s okay, let’s just go home yeah?’’ You nodded and Jimin kissed the knuckles of your hands and suddenly you realised what the stars reminded you of. Jimin. Always Jimin, the otherworldly mystery that even the universe was surely jealous of.

‘’I love you.’’ You said needed him to know.

‘’I know, and I love you too.’’ He murmured pulling you into his side as you headed back. Jimin no longer needed to feel like the world was ripping apart under his feet as the stars guided him and his love home.

Kim Taehyung:

You and Taehyung were vacationing in the countryside, having rented a small house in the middle of a deep green forest with a beautiful lake in the front where you were currently dipping your feet as you gazed at the beautiful view surrounded by serene whispers of nature.

‘’Hey, I brought some tea.’’ Taehyung said sitting down next to you. You smiled at him lazily as he handed you a warm cup of tea. You sat in silence appreciating this rare quiet moment together.

Taehyung turned his head to look at you, admiration and a striking feeling of fascination swelled in his chest, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. You looked at him dubiously.

‘’What?’’ You asked suppressing a smile of your own.

‘’Nothing, I’m just happy.’’ He grinned at you, leaning his head on your shoulder. You chuckled reaching your hand to brush your fingers through his hair, he sighed at the comforting gesture.

‘’I wanted to go take some pictures in the forest, will you join?’’ Taehyung asked with his eyes closed.

‘’Maybe later, I’m too sleepy at the moment.’’ You said yawning. Taehyung pouted as he looked up at you. You laughed at his innocent expression.

‘’You can go by yourself can’t you?’’ You said poking his forehead after each word. He rolled his eyes grabbing your finger.

‘’Fine, but you’re coming with me tomorrow.’’ He declared getting up. He looked down at you, you who was looking at him with such tender love that Taehyung almost felt like melting into the lake. He leaned down to kiss your forehead.

‘’I’ll be right back.’’ He said leaving.

‘’Be careful.’’ You shouted after him, going back to swinging your feet in the warm water. After an hour or so you went back in, chilling on the couch doing nothing in particular. After one more hour, you began to get worried for your boyfriend who’s been gone for longer than you liked.

You went out on to the porch looking around expecting to see Taehyung emerge from the trees, but nothing like that happened. Grabbing a jacket from inside as it was getting cold with the night nearing you decided to go search for your boyfriend, hoping he didn’t wander off too far into the forest getting lost.

Taehyung marched towards your house eyes focused on his camera, smiling softly at the beautiful picture he took. He couldn’t wait to show it to you, he also hoped you wouldn’t be mad at him for taking so long, he couldn’t help but lose track of time in the beauty of his surroundings.

Taehyung skipped into the living room with a grin on his face which quickly turned into a frown when he noticed all the light were off, the T.V. was off. Maybe you went to sleep, except when he checked your bedroom you weren’t there either.

‘’Y/N?’’ He called out. Nothing.

He walked outside frowning as he looked around. The sun was setting down and it was getting cold. Where did you go? Why would you leave?

Taehyung almost hit himself when he realised you must have gone out to look for him. He sighed deeply feeling regretful as he thought of your worried face waiting for him to get back.

He walked down the steps nearing the edges of the forest.

‘’Y/N.’’ He called your name cupping his hands around his name to appear louder. He waited for a response a rustle in the trees or your own voice calling his name. Taehyung didn’t like the unsettling feeling growing uncomfortable in his chest.

‘’Y/N.’’ He tried calling again. Nothing. He quickly ran to the house leaving you a quick note, saying he went out looking for you, then as fast as possible he ran out again into the hands of the forest.

‘’Y/N.’’ He kept calling your name every few minutes as his heart trembled in his chest, crippling fear numbed his body as inevitable thoughts of you running around the forest hurt and scared invaded his head.

‘’No, no, Y/N.’’ He shouted as loud as he can, the panic causing him to break out in cold sweat. Please, please be okay, he begged silently.

‘’Taehyung?’’ A faint yell echoed somewhere far behind him. Taehyung spun towards the sound almost losing his balance.

‘’Y/N?’’ He yelled back, wishing his heart didn’t beat so loud in his ears so he could hear better.

‘’Taehyung!‘‘ Your voice cracked calling his name. But it was definitely you, Taehyung‘s heart soared as he ran towards your voice.

‘’Y/N.’’ Taehyung gasped as he saw you struggling through a cluster of trees. Your eyes snapped to meet his at the sound of your name. You laughed in relief as you managed to break through the trees and run full force towards Taehyung who caught you in his arms enveloping you into himself. You both started laughing, your bodies shaking with uncontrollable giggles. It was relief, you both knew it.

‘’Don’t you ever disappear like that.’’ You grumbled once you calmed down enough to look into his eyes. Taehyung’s smile twitched so he squeezed his lips shut nodding aggressively. You wrapped your hands around his neck bringing his face close to yours knowing that if you didn’t he’d start to cry. You couldn’t blame him, your heart felt like it will explode in waterfalls.

‘’We’re both safe and that’s what matters.’’ You said to him sweetly, pressing soft kisses to his lips. Taehyung leaned in to kiss you deeply soothing the nerves running around his body.

‘’I was so worried about you, please don’t go looking for me like that, please.’’ He whispered holding your face in between his hands. You rolled your eyes unable to hide your smile.

‘’But you went looking for me too.’’ You argued stubbornly. Taehyung huffed, he couldn’t argue with you now not when he thought he’d never get to see you again just five minutes ago.

‘’I love you, so from now let’s just not go anywhere without one another.’’ You nodded agreeing to the deal. Taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulders holding you close.

‘’Sooo which way is home?’’ You asked looking up Taehyung. He looked around in different directions before laughing nervously.

‘’I don’t know?’’ You sighed facepalming yourself.

‘’Well at least we’re together.’’ You chirped up. Taehyung grinned at you.

‘’Yes, yes we are.’’ He laughed out as he pulled you in a random direction. As long as you’re together everything will be okay, you thought clinging onto Taehyung who just like you believed that as long as you two had each other there was nothing you couldn’t do.

Jeon Jungkook:

‘’Run, run, run, run, run.’’ Jungkook yelled after you as you dodged the colourful paintballs being shot at you and your boyfriend.

‘’Dive down.’’ He instructed pulling you down with him. You panted into your headwear, unable to see anything past the condensation on your goggles. Why did you suggest that this would be a good idea for a date?

You looked at Jungkook who was twisting his neck trying to find members of the opposite team. You spotted a red vest hiding behind a tree clearly aiming for the two of you. You pulled up your paintball gun and fired multiple shots, the other team member did the same. You laughed as yellow paint splattered all over the person’s goggles, at the same time Jungkook yelped. You looked down to see your boyfriend rubbing at a pink spot on his leg.

‘’I’m down.’’ Jungkook complained getting up. You looked down at yourself, not a single spec of paint coloured your clothing.

‘’Haha I’m still in, get off the field soldier, you did well.’’ You saluted your boyfriend who pouted clearly wanting to play around more. He sighed as he emptied the leftover paintballs and gave them to you.

‘’Finish them.’’ He saluted you with a smirk and ran carefully from the field with his hands in the air so he doesn’t get shot.

You turned around and started running quietly through the made-up trenches, you landed a few shots here and there managing to remove two people from the field. You felt proud of yourself despite the silliness of this game. The field on which you played was huge, crowded with trees and obstacles making it all that more fun and difficult for players to win.

You came to a point where you had no paintball left so you opted for running and hiding instead. It’s been silent for over twenty minutes now, not a single person passed by you. You stopped to look around, the area seemed a bit too natural for a paintball field and you were sure the game had ended at least ten minutes ago. You sighed slumping against a tree, might as well rest before trying to find your way back.

Jungkook wondered around the site looking for you. The number of colours was making him dizzy especially after a whole half an hour of you being gone. Jungkook stopped mid-track as a thought that you might have walked off the paintballing field and got lost popped into his head.

‘’Seriously Y/N.’’ Jungkook shook his head feeling somewhat annoyed at you for making him chase around for you when you probably just wandered off somewhere.

Jungkook walked towards the field you’ve been playing at. He passed through the wired fences looking around.

‘’Excuse me, sir, you can’t be here at this moment.’’ Jungkook looked behind him recognising one of the site directors.

‘’My girlfriend is lost somewhere in this field.’’ Jungkook yelled, mentally telling you off.

‘’I’m sorry but you will have to step off.’’ The man ordered looking angrily at Jungkook. Jungkook spared one last glance at the director before dashing off into the deeper ends of the field to look for you, while the man behind him yelled at him to get back.

Jungkook kept running, having run out of the site and into the actual woods a long time ago now. His irritation and annoyance at your disappearance was wearing off as exhaustion crept into his bones, allowing anxiety to take hold of his mind and body. He balled his fists as he ran deeper, eyes darting around in search for you.

‘’Y/N.’’ He yelled into the distance. Nothing but the rustling of leaves as the wind blew through the darkening woods could be heard.

He didn’t want to admit it yet, but the growing worry and fear were undeniably working its way to show on Jungkook’s face as he couldn’t stop biting his lips between his teeth. A habit you would certainly tell him off for if you were there.

‘’C’mon where are you?’’ Jungkook muttered to himself as he began turning in circles, whipping his head around trying to detect you between the masses of trees.

He grunted as his legs could not let him run any faster, his energy slowly draining. He pressed his eyes shut not sure if it was the cold wind beating at his face or panic causing the wetness in his eyes.

Jungkook stopped for a second placing his palms on his knees as he breathed deeply. Suddenly the breaking of branches and a faint yelp sounded from in front of him. Jungkook’s head snapped upwards. Something was moving in the distance. Jungkook walked closer squinting his eyes to see better.

There you were, trudging through the trees with your headwear swinging in one hand and your paintball gun occupied the other as a makeshift cane helping you move along. Jungkook exhaled as the air began to flow normally in his lungs, flushing out the anxiety out of his system.

He laughed to himself silently and started making his way towards. Twigs snapped under his feet which caught your attention.

You looked up to see Jungkook striding towards you. A huge smile spread on your face as your heart relaxed against your chest.

‘’Jungkook-ah’’ You jumped waving your hands in the air even if your boyfriend was only ten feet away from you. Jungkook approached you lifting his eyebrows, a scowl on his face and arms crossing over his chest.

‘’Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?’’ He asked sternly. If you didn’t notice the subtle lift to the corners of his mouth that threatened to make him smile, maybe you would have worried about making him angry.

‘’I got lost and anyway it’s not like you didn’t find me.’’ You looked at him innocently. Jungkook exhaled once again not bothered to play under the pretence of being mad. Instead, he grabbed you gently by your shoulders and pulled you into him. You dropped your headwear and the paintball gun on the ground and let yourself nestle against your boyfriend.

You weren’t going to admit that you were scared or worried about the fact that you got lost, and Jungkook knew that too, so he simply kissed the top of your head while running his fingers through your hair providing you comfort while assuring himself that you were, in fact, okay and not hurt.

‘’You’re an idiot, don’t do that again.’’ Jungkook said tightening his hold on you.

‘’I won’t, I promise. If I were you I know I would have been dead with worry. I’m sorry.’’ You puffed against his chest, your words muffled by how close you were pressed into him.

‘’You should be sorry, I think we got in trouble with one of the staff members.’’ Jungkook said pulling away. You couldn’t help but laugh while Jungkook looked at you incredulously.

‘’Oh yeah you think that’s funny? Okay, we’ll see.’’ He said teasingly as he picked up the paintball gun from the ground and pointed it at you. You laughed running away from him as he chased you in between the trees.

‘’It’s empty, there’s no point.’’ You said between hiccups of laughter. Jungkook still chased after you laughing just as hard. All previous worries vanished as the woods echoed with your laughter. Jungkook watched you run around with a happy heart. Thank god you’re okay and no way in hell are you two going paintballing for a date ever again.

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louislouisrap · 5 years

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long distance (kacchako)

I don’t understand what prioritization means.

I swear to god I’m working on the last part of Black Water but I was so captured by one of ualright’s tweets about Bakugo and Uraraka being in a long distance relationship that I had to crank one (a fic) out.

I have strong feelings about LDRs because I was in one for about two years before I moved to be with my now-husband. Shit sucks but it feels real good when you first see the other person after months or years apart.

In this lil one-shot, these two have been apart for about two months while Uraraka was away on a rescue mission. emjoy <3

Finally, the day was here, and Uraraka was coming home. It had been exactly two months and three days since she’d left--not like Bakugo had been counting down or anything. Or at least, not to begin with. Neither of them had been exactly certain when Uraraka would return from her rescue mission, which had made her departure especially hard.

It had all happened so fast: Breaking news reports began popping up that there had been a devastating earthquake in a small developing nation and the estimated death toll was only going up at an alarming rate. While pro heroes did exist there, the network was small, underfunded, and still new. Many support heroes themselves had been killed in the quake, and seismologists warned that the aftershocks would guarantee even more destruction. The same day the news broke, Japan, along with other nations, had sent aid workers to the small country. Amongst them, some of the best pro heroes they had to offer. Uraraka was one of the first to be contacted; she’d accepted immediately and was on a plane a few hours later.

It had been a solemn goodbye at the airport, with Uraraka trying not to cry but doing so anyway, and Bakugo muttering that she better show up those other foreign pro heroes, to which Uraraka laughed through her tears and said she’d do her best. They’d hugged and kissed until Bakugo insisted she’d miss her plane if she didn’t leave now. He’d watched her with an unreadable expression as she shuffled with the crowd towards the security checkpoint, waiting until she’d vanished from sight.

A tiny part of Bakugo’s mind, which he had silenced aggressively and immediately, feared if she would return at all.

But here they were now, Uraraka on a plane bound for Narita airport, and Bakugo on a train there to meet her. She’d fussed that he didn’t have to take the time to go all the way there, and he argued that she would need someone to help with her luggage so she might as well stop complaining, which she did rather quickly with a smile in her voice.

Bakugo didn’t get excited for much. Or at least, not outwardly excited, but when he did, it was usually in response to situations where he could flex his strength and power, be it against villain or Deku alike. Now he was finding the butterflies in his stomach strange, and he fought to keep his foot from tapping impatiently on the floor of the train as it made its way towards the airport. Too damn slow, he thought, even though he’d made sure he’d be arriving before Uraraka’s flight landed. To keep his mind occupied, Bakugo turned on the plush bench towards the window behind him, propped an elbow up on the sill, and watched the scenery. It was late March when Uraraka left, and she’d lamented that they probably wouldn’t get to see the cherry blossoms together this year. The weather had been cool, and the trees were only just beginning to bud. Now the passing scenery was awash with green and the days were brighter, the sky more blue, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Bakugo would soon be reunited with the person he’d come to, after two years, treasure most in this world.

It was early afternoon and the train car was mostly empty and the sunlight streaming through the windows warmed the air, though Bakugo wished the few passengers scattered around would just leave so he could ruminate in peace. He hated the weird tingling in his gut, the way his hands were sweating in anticipation. He scowled as he rubbed his palms roughly against his jeans, desperately wishing he could be alone to pop off a few small explosions to quell his perspiration. Finally, the automated voice overhead announced that the stop for the airport was next, and Bakugo practically leapt out of his seat to stand in front of the train car doors.

When the train slowed to a stop, Bakugo took a shaky breath, shoved his hands in his pockets, and made his way into the airport. It was a massive place, and Bakugo spent a couple minutes checking the signs hanging from the ceiling to make sure that he was headed in the right direction. He passed by other couples walking hand in hand, families hugging one another, and Bakugo’s heart beat just a little faster in his chest. That was going to be him soon. That would be him and Uraraka. He would finally be able to feel and touch her again. The region she’d been sent to wasn’t necessarily remote, but as it was a developing nation in the midst of an infrastructural crisis, a good internet connection had been hard for Uraraka to come by. Adding in the long days, oftentimes even when she did have a decent signal, she was so exhausted that the most she could muster was a ‘hi’ and ‘I’m doing okay’ or ‘I miss you.’ The lack of communication and, possibly more importantly, physicality had begun to take a toll on them both. Bakugo felt himself practically aching to wrap his arms around her again.

Finally, he reached the wing of international arrivals. It was busy--families, friends, significant others milling around outside the restricted area from where passengers would soon stream out before collecting their luggage. Bakugo pulled his hands out of his jean pockets and stuck them in his jacket pockets instead. He bounced slowly on the balls of his feet and scowled in everyone else’s general direction. A few people, Bakugo noticed out the corner of his eye, were glancing at him and whispering here and there. A small child’s eyes grew wide and his mouth gaped as his mother smiled and tried to capture his attention with a small toy. Normally Bakugo would just ignore the stares, maybe even reluctantly take a photo or sign an autograph for a kid, but now he just wished they would all piss off. The only thing on his mind was Uraraka.

Finally, a few people trickled out into the vestibule, and Bakugo’s heart leapt into his throat. She would be here any minute now. He stayed a respectable distance from the edge of the entrance, so as not to appear too eager, but close enough that Uraraka would be able to spot him immediately.

Bakugo’s heart dropped from his throat into his stomach as soon as he caught sight of her. His brain registered her instantly. The chestnut of her hair, her bright round eyes, the exact height at which his line of sight would pick her up. All of the little things about her over the past two years that had nestled and fit into him like pieces of a puzzle, that he had no power over, yet he welcomed her into his consciousness without a second thought.

Bakugo chewed his bottom lip to keep from breaking into a bigger grin as he took in the sight of her. She looked the same--of course she looks the same, you idiot, it’s only been two months--and yet it was obvious that the trauma of the rescue mission had taken its toll on her. There were faded dark circles under her eyes; her shirt sleeves were rolled up to her elbows and her right arm was sporting a square of gauze held in place with medical tape. Small, faded spots of yellow-green bruises speckled her arms and shins, and a long, thin gash that had since scabbed over peeked out from the collar of her shirt. Her hair was pulled messily into a ponytail and her cheeks weren’t quite the radiant pink they usually were, but god she was beautiful.

Uraraka’s tired eyes shone as soon as she saw Bakugo waiting for her in the crowd, and she broke out into a run to meet him, hefting her large duffel bag onto her shoulder as she did. Without a word, Bakugo removed his hands from his pockets, ready to embrace her. He could already see her nose growing pinker, a sure sign that she was about to start crying. Uraraka let the duffel bag fall to the ground as she all but slammed her body against Bakugo’s and wrapped her arms around him.

They quietly clung to each other for what felt like forever, as if making up for the time they’d spent without physical contact by being as close now as possible. Bakugo tipped his head down, and his lips made contact with the crown of her head. He breathed in the smell of her hair, her sweet floral shampoo now mixed with the unfamiliar permeation of the dust and concrete that had followed her home.

Uraraka herself was comforted with the familiar scent of detergent and nitroglycerin as she pressed her face into Bakugo’s chest and closed her eyes. The scent of him seemed to flow through her body, reassuring her that she was home now. All the memories of death and destruction she’d seen, the long days of rescue that had stretched into the dead of night, the pain and fatigue, all seemed to soften just a bit in her mind now.

Finally Uraraka broke their embrace, and leaned up on her toes to kiss her boyfriend. “I missed you so much, Bakugo,” she said quietly, her cheek pressed against his as her arms now wound around the back of his neck.

“Missed you too, Round Face,” Bakugo murmured into her ear. “But let’s get the fuck out of here and go home.”

Uraraka smiled into his cheek and nodded. She knew how much he loved crowds, which was not at all; not to mention after her long flight, she really, really wanted to go home and shower. “Let’s go.”

Bakugo grunted approvingly and scooped up Uraraka’s duffel bag from the floor and slung it over his shoulder. She slipped her hand into his as they made their way downstairs to the trains back into the city.

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They didn’t speak much on the way home. Uraraka fell asleep for most of the trip, her head resting against Bakugo’s shoulder as he took care to make sure at least one of her fingers stayed upright while he held her hand in his. He shook her gently at the stop before theirs and she woke up blearily.

“You’re cute when you’re drooling,” Bakugo rumbled and grinned devilishly at her. Uraraka blushed and immediately wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand.

“So mean,” she teased back.

After a short walk from the station, they reached their apartment. Bakugo unlocked the door and Uraraka nearly collapsed on the floor with relief. “Hooooome!” she squealed, kicking her shoes off in the foyer and racing towards the bathroom. “A real shower!”

“Keep it down, would ya?” Bakugo tossed the duffel bag into their bedroom, then followed Uraraka into the bathroom. As she undressed to shower, he could see even clearer the contrast of the blue-green bruises and reddish-brown, scabbed-over gashes against her pale skin. Instead of sympathy, however, a burst of pride welled in his stomach. He couldn't help the smile that split across his face as he came up behind her and pressed his lips to the back of her head.

"Damn, Round Face, you really did a number.”

Uraraka sighed and dropped her head. "You should have seen all this before the recovery heroes had a chance to heal me." She bit her lip and ripped off the medical tape keeping the patch of gauze secure on her arm. The skin beneath it was new and pink, a fresh scar that would stay with her forever. “I feel fine, though.”

Bakugo hummed in response, low and gravelly that buzzed against Uraraka’s head. “You want tea?”

Uraraka stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. “Yes, please!”

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They sat in bed together as Uraraka recounted everything that had happened during the rescue mission. Her voice rose excitedly as she recalled all the pro heroes she’d met, and all the different cuisines she’d been able to try, as the makeshift base camps from each nation had their own cooks on hand. She smiled gently as she told Bakugo about the families she’d been able to save, children, adults, even pets she’d found in the rubble when it seemed hopeless that they’d find anyone alive. Bakugo gripped her shoulder tight and pulled her close when she had trouble talking about those that hadn’t made it through the night, or the countless times when they’d arrived only minutes too late.

“Hey,” Bakugo said, tipping Uraraka’s chin up towards him. “You’re a fucking hero.”

Uraraka sniffed and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

#kacchako #bakuraka #bakugo katsuki #uraraka ochako #my fic stuff #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugo says fuck #mmmm let me drown in this fluffy shit #priorities #i think you mean suggested schedule #i am not a doctor #hi i don't know how to end a story

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lilbabychilton · 6 years

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All That We See or Seem- Frederick Chilton

Chilton x Reader

Tags: Angst??? Very minor Gore

Notes: Based on what was Chilton dreaming about when he was unconscious. I might turn it into a series. (Part 2 here)

Grabbed from behind and struggling for breath was the last thing that Frederick remembered. Now everything was hazy. He felt like he was in a dream, maybe he was? He looked around to orient himself and noticed that the setting was familiar. It was his office, everything seemed to be in place, though he could have sworn he’d just left. He took a step forward and then he noticed something different. You. You were perched on the side of his desk looking at him with a confused expression.

“Frederick” you called out, voice soft and sweet as always. He couldn’t help but notice you called him by his first name, you’d never done that before. He smiled shyly and walked towards you.

“Frederick” you repeated, “you were talking about dinner plans for this evening.”

Frederick blinked a few times, surely he must be dreaming, but he dare not question it. He’d always had a fondness for you. You treated him with respect and frequently talked with him about his work. You always seemed impressed by him and he liked that. You also never seemed phased by some of his more ethically ambiguous treatments, if anything they piqued your interest. He always found you milling about more often when he was doing those things.

“Of course” he said on an exhale while making a move to sit in his chair. You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. He found you breathtaking, and could hardly believe you were sitting in front of him. Perched on the edge of his desk, looking right at him with your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes.

He cleared his throat and shook himself out of his admirations “I can make reservations for us, anywhere you would like. I will spare no expense.” Perhaps he was overcompensating for how nervous you made him, but he did not care. He wasn’t sure how he got here with you but he wasn’t going to risk ruining it. You shook your head before gently pushing a long strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I was thinking maybe your place, this time” you bit your bottom lip and Frederick swallowed hard. What did you mean by ‘this time’ had there been other times? If there had he didn’t remember and he felt terrible about that. Come to think of it, he felt terrible about everything at the moment. His chest ached, and he was certain he felt a bump on his head that wasn’t there before. But he brushed it off, unwilling to focus on anything but you.

“Yes, that will work” he said, trying not to sound too eager. He had been dreaming of this moment since he first spoke with you. You were fresh out of college, just finished your doctoral studies and looking for some experience. In your application you briefly cited a paper he had written long ago, then talked with him about it at length in your interview.

You smiled down at him, looking like an angel with the light from outside the windows surrounding you like a halo. Frederick stood quickly upon realizing it couldn’t possibly be light out. “Light,” he said “it cannot possibly be light out. It was dark just a moment ago.”

Frederick began to panic, something wasn’t right. Something he couldn’t ignore any longer. The light was getting brighter and you were disappearing into it. You cupped his cheeks with both your hands and rubbed his beard with your thumbs. He wanted so badly to enjoy the sensation but he couldn’t because that wasn’t what he was feeling.

“Wake up, Frederick” you said softly as the light took you from him.

His eyes fluttered open and Frederick found himself someplace cold, and unfamiliar. Struggling to get his eyes to focus he noticed he couldn’t feel his torso. His eyes finally focused on something, the figure of a man. It was Abel Gideon. He was standing over him, surrounded by bright light with a scalpel in his hand. Frederick struggled to say something but his voice was barely a whisper, and Gideon kept on talking.

Frederick longed to be back in his dream, back with you. Instead he was watching his organs be removed one by one. He closed his eyes, trying to block it all out. He thought of you, what you smelled like, how you always smiled that beautiful smile at him and touched his arm when handing over files, how you were the only one to even attempt small talk with him. Your face was slowly starting to come into focus when Gideon slapped him with a bloodied and gloved hand forcing him back into this gruesome reality.

Frederick had many regrets, but for some reason, even with Gideon disemboweling him, the only one he cared about was you.

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#chilton x reader #chilton imagine #chilton fic #hannibal imagine #hannibal fic #doctor chilton

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backseat-negan · 7 years

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|Long-Awaited Savior: Part One|

This is my first ever fic - not just in the Negan fandom, but for anything. I’ve never been much of a writer or reader. Deciding to try something new. Feedback is MUCH needed and appreciated.

Masterlist

Characters: Negan (JDM) x female reader

Words: 2,012

Heads up: violence, swearing, a rapist being found out, bondage (non-kinky), flashbacks, and there will definitely be smut in the upcoming chapters/parts :)

Setup: Negan & the Saviors overrun your community and dole out some long overdue justice, changing your life in the process.

Part One: Justice for One

You jerked awake as you heard the unmistakable sounds of a fight occurring just outside the shed you lay in. Blinking repeatedly, you hastily tried to clear away the dirt that had collected on your eyelids. Your shoulders and hips screamed in aching protest at another night spent sleeping on the solid earth.

For fuck’s sake, I need to learn how to sleep sitting up.

Well, it would help to be able to move around in this tiny shithole.

There were shouts from dozens of voices as gunfire rang out. While adrenaline quickly flooded your veins, your brain went into full fight-or-flight mode, and you weren’t entirely sure which avenue you should pursue. The muscles in your jaw and fists clenched instinctively, but you had to calm down - you were no good if you allowed your body to take control. You focused on your breathing, closed your eyes… and prayed that after all this time you wouldn’t lose your life to a goddamn looter. Or worse, one of the dead.

You tried to push yourself up with your elbow as you strained to distinguish the sounds going on outside, but after a few pathetic failed attempts you collapsed back onto the hard dirt with a frustrated groan. Despite the gag pulled achingly tight across your mouth and the tape shackling your wrists behind your back and your ankles together, you mentally prepared yourself for a fight as the sound of commotion drew nearer. You rocked your body back and forth until you managed to twist yourself into a sitting position - back pressed against the wall and feet coiled, ready to lash out at whoever was planning on coming through those god-forsaken doors.

Come at me, motherfucker.

There was a deafening boom at the door, and while the chains on the other side rattled violently you heard a deep voice bellow, “Are you holdin’ out on me? Hiding more shit? I swear to fuck, if I find more guns in here, we’re gonna have a big fucking problem. I will shut that shit down. I won’t ask you again, open the goddamn lock.” Your lips curled in disgust as you heard an all-too-familiar voice stuttering excuses as the lock and chains continued to clang against the heavy door. Wesley.

Be my guest and kill the fucking prick.

After a split second of silence, you heard a soft click followed by a thud and assumed the dickwad had finally found the right key. Funny how he never had to fumble around with the lock when he was the one trying to get in. You dug your feet into the dirt, pressing yourself into the wall with such force that you could feel the splinters tearing at your elbows and shoulders. After a deep breath, you pulled your legs back to your chest, and as soon as the sunlight spilled through the opening doorway, you launched your legs out and up with as much force as you could muster and connected with solid flesh.

I’m not going down without a fight, bitches.

“JESUS FUCK!” you heard the unfamiliar voice roar. Before you could even consider winding up for another kick, you were quickly dragged out into the blinding sun by your feet. Squinting through the sudden burst of light, you could just barely make out the outline of a tall man hunched over in pain and gasping for breath. He was leaning on something… some kind of pipe or bat. As you squirmed to get a better look, you felt cold steel press roughly into your temple and throw your head back into the dirt as a different voice whispered, “You move or try to pull that shit again and I’ll end you right here.” You chanced a glance up the barrel of the shotgun and saw a glimpse of a man with a dark mustache at the other end of the gun.

A bullet in my head would be the best option I’ve had in a good long while.

You were genuinely considering throwing in one last kick to end your life on a high note, but then you heard the first voice again - the tall man - gasping hoarsely, “Put the fucking gun down, Simon. Does it looks like she’s gonna fucking kill me taped up like that?” You felt the pressure on your temple ease up, and you quickly squirmed onto your back and tried to sit up. You pathetically toppled over almost instantly and continued to struggle, eliciting an enthusiastic eye roll and smirk from the man holding what you could now see was a baseball bat wrapped in… barbed wire?

I’ve seen some twisted shit, but… that might take the cake.

“You’re just a fucking ray of sunshine, aren’t ya? I’m Negan. And those were my balls you just kicked.”

When you finally managed to sit up with your back against the shed, he squatted almost on top of you, his face mere inches from yours. His eyes were like wildfire, and the grin showcasing his perfect teeth was more dangerous than inviting. You began to take in the rest of his features - the dimples set deep into his cheeks, the silver sheen in his beard - and found yourself becoming slightly enthralled before his booming voice interrupted your wandering thoughts.

“What the fucking hell did you do to get locked up, beautiful? Had to be some pretty fucked up shit. What’d, you try to kill someone? Sabotage a run? Hey fuckface,” he called over to the one miserable face in the group that you recognized, “Come over here and enlighten me. The fuck’d she do?”

You felt your heart pounding in your ears and chest as Wesley came close, sweat beading and rolling in rivers down his balding head as his eyes darted nervously between you and the man called Negan.

Fucking pig.

Your eyes jumped to the blood soaking through his shirt near his hipbone and gleefully wondered if he had been shot. You’d even be happy with a stab wound at this point, but if it had been up to you, he’d be bleeding in a lot more places.

“Caught her tryin’ to sneak a .45 out a few weeks back,” Wesley spat out with a shit-eating grin, his eyes now glued to yours. “She ain’t ever even been on watch duty, so she’s got no reason to carry. Little bitch can’t even be trusted to wash fucking dishes without trying to fucking steal shit,” You unconsciously growled through your gag and lunged forward, only to be thrown back against the shed wall by the bat man’s powerful hands.

“Now just hold on for one fucking second,” he drawled. “I gotta hear both fucking sides of this story. This is gonna be good, I can already fucking tell. Simon, cut it off.”

Mustache man stepped forward with a blade drawn and before you could even hiss your disapproval at him, he had sliced through the coil of linen that had been gagging you. Trying not to look surprised, you opened and closed your jaw over and over as the rag fell from your face, trying to stretch out the muscles that had been strained for weeks.

Hell, it could’ve been months for all I know.

Negan - with his nose still mere inches from yours - quickly studied every inch of your face, a frown setting deeper on his lips and an even wilder fire igniting behind his eyes with every passing second. For an instant you thought he might kill you for the theft Wesley had accused you of, but you realized that was far from the truth when his eyes softened for just a moment as he whispered quietly to you, “What happened, doll?”

You’re gonna pay for your sins today, you sick fuck.

“I’ve never taken a goddamn thing from this prick,” you growled quietly through clenched teeth. “Never a fucking shirt, never a bottle of water, never an ounce of food, and definitely never a fucking gun.” You spat hatefully in Wesley’s direction, and immediately saw his eyes flare with anger. But as quickly as he reached for the knife hanging from his belt, the man named Simon grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground, busting his lip open on impact.

“Go ahead and move, prick. I dare you,” Simon whispered in a dangerously calm tone, kneeling and dropping his knee heavily on Wesley’s back. You watched the blood trickling down Wesley’s chin with satisfaction.

“This fucking asswipe has been shoving his dick down my throat and up my ass every chance he’s had since I got here!” you half shouted, surprised at your own audacity. You quickly realized there was more of a crowd gathered than you had previously noticed, and somewhat regretted the boldness of your statement.

You watched the look on Wesley’s face go from getting-away-with-murder to shut-the-fuck-up-right-now in the span of mere seconds. Negan turned his head slowly to take in the full picture of Wesley held chest down in the dirt - sputtering excuses yet again - before turning back to face you. You tried desperately not to tremble, but your adrenaline surged again - if your hands weren’t still taped, you would no doubt be at Wesley’s throat.

Negan turned lazily to look at Wesley once more before turning back to you and raising his hand slightly above his head, prompting Simon to shove the shotgun into the side of Wesley’s head. You felt your breath catch in your throat. Was justice actually going to be served, and on such a glorious platter?

DO IT. Fucking end him, right here and now.

Negan looked you hard in the eyes as he softly tipped your chin up with a leather-gloved hand and whispered so quietly you were certain you were the only one to hear him. “Did you ever consent? Did you ever say yes?”

You couldn’t hold back the tears that silently pooled in your eyes and rolled down your cheeks as images flashed back in your mind. They were tears of rage, despair, embarrassment, fear, and agony. Tears for every night you spent screaming into the gag while no one could hear, every night you heard the lock click shut as you lay trembling in the dirt, feeling filthy, used, and worthless. You closed your eyes before shaking your head slowly and whispering with a cracking voice, “No… no… I never wanted this.”

You weren’t sure which came first, the gunshot or Negan’s hand signaling Simon. They seemed to happen in the same instant. There must have been shrieks of surprise from the camp members who had gathered judging by the looks on their faces, but all you could hear was a ringing in your ears as you stared at the pieces of Wesley’s head littering the ground. Your mouth hung open in stunned silence as Simon handed Negan a knife.

It’s over.

Negan’s touch was surprisingly gentle as he carefully peeled the broken tape from your skin, but you barely even felt the tug of the adhesive. Your eyes darted back and forth from Wesley’s obliterated skull to Negan’s eyes, which were far too focused on releasing you from your bonds as painlessly as possible. You were still in shock. He occasionally glanced up at your eyes to assess how you were coping as he finished removing the shackles you had worn for far too long.

It’s fucking over.

“Let’s go, doll. Come with me,” Negan murmured in your ear, but you were frozen in place, still staring at the brain flesh strewn everywhere. “Get the truck,” Negan nodded to Simon as he delicately scooped you up into his arms and brought you close to his chest. The tears still streamed down your cheeks as you stared blankly ahead, trying to process the events of the last ten minutes. Negan leaned down and tenderly kissed your forehead as he walked to the truck, whispering what your head had been repeating to you since the gunshot:

“It’s over.”

Next Chapter (Part Two)

Ahhhhhh!! It’s so terrifying to finally post this! There is DEFINITELY more on the way, but I didn’t want to blow my load for Negan all at once :) The naming of the rapist as Wesley was a therapeutic thing for me and has nothing to do with the show or comic. Please leave feedback - I absolutely need it!!

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