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m00ns0ng · 3 years

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The Prompt:

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Pairings: Aged-up/Prohero Mineta Minoru/f!Reader

Tags: Uhh, it’s Mineta, senpai/kohai kink, generous amounts of drool, pretty vanilla sex, a little bit of feral sex, two horny gremlins mating, once again this is age-up Mineta

“Erm. Grape Juice-senpai, are you sure we’re prepared enough for this?” You eye the lounging prohero, also noting the growing pile of snow in front of the window behind him. Not only that, wind was howling outside and you could occasionally see the window frosting over. It was a bit frightening.

The Prohero Grape Juice, also known as Mineta Minoru, as well as your boss, waves a hand, looking far too lax for the situation. “Hehe, well. I know we’d be a bit snowed in, didn’t think it’d be so…much though.” He frowned and glanced behind himself, before turning back towards you with a leer. “But hey, if it gets too cold, we can just cuddle up for warmth!” His eyes glazed over and you’re pretty sure you see drool. When one of his hands starts to drift down his chest is when you abruptly turn around to smack your cheeks.

Okay, so sue you. You actually liked your lecherous and amorous-inclined boss. When you shyly admitted to your friends that you imagined fucking this bozo of a Prohero, they laughed at you. And if you were in their place, you’d do the same. But damn it, something about him did it for you. Or maybe you had a case of hero worship. He did save you after all. Though he might not remember it, you very much did. And ever since you joined his agency, you got to see sides of him that most others didn’t. After joining UA, you were told about how amazing Class 1A was, and you always felt so awed by them and their impact.

He wasn’t just a pervert and a flirt, he was also someone that wouldn’t hesitate to save others, like a real hero. And he was short, which was totally your type.

Taking a deep breath, you whirled back around to face your boss. Rather than pleasuring himself like his movements would have made you believe, he was on his phone, most likely checking his feed. You made your way to the snack corner. You had both come to this small town in search of some mid-tier villain that was trying to hit small businesses and then leave the city. Due to the fierce weather however, you and Grape Juice’s main priority was to check in to the surprisingly nice hotel you got to stay in for free. While it was worrying, you figured that the villain wouldn’t be able to go anywhere either. Especially now.

When you thought about the whole situation, the fact that you were both snowed in had to mean something.

This is my chance, you thought, securing your favorite brand of chips and a water bottle. For now, you would calm your hormones a bit and chill. Until the boss said so, you were still on company hours, which meant tracking and making sure you guys wouldn’t fail this mission. It’d be embarrassing and demoralizing to have lost to bad weather conditions. After all, Pro Hero Deku wouldn’t let the horrid, freezing weather stop him (for better or worse). If Grape Juice failed to capture such a mid-tier villain, it would tank his reputation, as well as yours.

You grabbed the remote, turned to the news and grabbed your phone. Not that you expected much from the latter. The wifi in this place could be better, and your data wasn’t faring well either.

“Oh hey, you’re actually doing something useful! See, hehe, this is why you’re my favorite sidekick.” Grape Juice rolled himself to the edge of his bed, looking oddly cute as he tugged his comforter with him to look like a grape burrito. “If you can, put a marker for our log in and-”

“Already done, senpai! Just getting the weather report for now. We’ll need to see if we’ll be able to patrol later on tonight.” This was good. When you guys were interacting like the professional heroes you were instead of friends after work, it became easier to actually look him in the eye without fantasizing about him between your legs. “Though truth be told, I’d rather not haha. It’s…going to be so cold.” You curled in on yourself just at the thought.

“Hmm.” When you looked up, you noticed Grape Juice was staring at you with narrowed, unreadable eyes, but then quickly switched his attention to the news report. Rather than analyze his weirdness, you also chose to focus on the news.

“…And we’re hearing that the snowstorm is going to worsen the more the night drags on. How upsetting for those out looking for some nice snow festivities.” Hmph, not surprising. Thankfully, you guys were staying at a pretty nice hotel, with room service and everything. “No, actually…We’re receiving word that this just may be the storm of the century, folks. With inches of snow piling up by the minutes.”

What? You furrowed your brow and looked out the window just in time to see the last bits of twilight disappear behind snow. “What?!” You leapt up from the bed and went to the window. You swore you could hear the window itself creaking from the amount of snow piled onto it. Which was a horrifying thought, because… because you and Grape Juice were on the third floor. This could not be happening.

“Well,” Grape Juice pushed himself up on his knees. You tried not to notice how he only came up to your collarbone because of that. You couldn’t help but notice all the cute things about him. And Grape Juice outside of his ridiculous hero costume was really, really cute. He had the style, the smug swagger, and the sexual intensity of a horny, touch-starved gremlin. And you would deliver the touch he so desperately wanted. “At least we’re good here! Heh, can’t say the same for that villain though. Probably shaking in their boots. Literally!”

You let his bravado wash over you, slumping your shoulders in relief. “To be real with you, I’m also shaking in my boots. But from the cold! Ya know?” You gave him a nervous smile and skipped back to your bed. “I’m surprised you’re okay with wearing just a t-shirt and shorts right now.”

“It’s because I’m a Pro!” He threw the comforter off of himself and proudly thrust his arms out. “And I’m your boss. What kind of example would I be setting if I was heavily decked out in winter gear?”

“A responsible one..?” You stared at him in confusion, and went back to eating your snacks. “I mean, you’re not like Shouto.” Fuck, he might take that the wrong way. “N-not that I mean any disrespect, senpai!” Grape Juice flinched and then shuddered. And you, you frowned. Had your comment stung that badly? You didn’t really care about the top three Heroes in all honesty. Nothing against them, but nothing from their flashy quirks and intense personalities really appealed to you.

You turned away from him and adjusted the sleeve of your winter sweater. You could hear him falling back onto his bed. Should you apologize? Or just go back to eating your chips and pretending this moment never happened? Ah, screw this.

Your butt met the edge of your bed, and you turned your attention back to the news.

“And that’s not all! We’re hearing that this snowstorm won’t be receding any time soon. How horrifying, haha!” Who on earth laughs at such an abysmal scenario?? You reached around your bed and grabbed your phone. Even though it was fully charged, you couldn’t help but be dismayed at the shitty reception. You huffed, and then turned your ire towards the newscaster. “We hope everyone has been stocking up on resources, because it seems like-” But whatever the newscaster had been going to say was interrupted by the power going out. The loud thrum of the power outage made you pause. And then you jumped up. From somewhere on your left, you heard Grape Juice do the same.

“Ah…well then.” He let out a nervous chuckle, and then a muffled curse.

“Senpai? Are you okay?!” You heard him let out a grunt, and then suddenly he was touching you. Or your arms, more specifically. Your breath hitched, and you hoped he didn’t notice.

“Yep! The Prohero Grape Juice can handle the dark.” His hands slipped from your arms to hold onto your hands. “If anything, I should be asking if you’re okay!”

You smiled. “I’m perfectly fine, senpai. But um, what are we going to do now?” His hand clenched down on yours, and you swore you could see something dark cross over his eyes, before he abruptly turned away from you.

“Can’t do it,” You heard him mutter, and your smile fell away.

“Mm? Can’t do what, senpai?” You moved to stand in front of him again, tilting your head this way and that, but you couldn’t catch his eyes. “You know, if there’s a-anything you want from me, just ask! I’ll be happy to provide.” You reached out a hand again to at least provide some physical comfort, but he jumped out of the way before you could.

“Anything, huh?” He finally met your eyes, and you blinked at the sheer intensity in his gaze. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Don’t you know that a guy like me enjoys it a bit too much?!”

Silence.

Well, partial silence. You could still hear the wind howling outside. But you were more focused on dissecting what you just heard. He liked it when you called him senpai? This whole time…

You licked your lips. “What if,” There’s no going back now. “What if I also like you, senpai?”

Of all the reactions you were expecting, him glaring wasn’t one of them. “You shouldn’t joke about that kind of stuff. I get it, I’m a lame Pro, but I still have feelings!”

“I do like you like though?” Fuck, you hadn’t meant to phrase it as a question. So you pushed forward. “I mean it! You’re the one I looked up to whenever I would hear about your class! And it’s your agency I wanted to join once I graduated!” By now, you were so close to him that he had no choice but to look at you, and the shadows on his face stood out.

But rather than get angrier, he blinked, and his expression cleared. “Ah, w-wait! This isn’t a prank or anything, right?! Y-you want me?” You stared at your boss. Really stared at him. He didn’t look like a sex-crazy gremlin, or the slightest bit horny. His eyes had lost their light, his lips were curled down, and he was rubbing his arm. He looked like the Minoru Mineta from the first time you met him, not sure if you actually wanted to join his agency. “I know I’m not the best Pro, or the most virtuous, but.” His brows furrowed, and he looked up at you with a renewed vigor. “But I want to make you feel good, if you’ll let me!” He slammed both his palms together and bowed his head, careful to keep his hair from touching you.

Something soft filled you, and you reached out a hand, placing it under his chin and tilting his head up. “You don’t have to be anything other than yourself, senpai.” You smiled brightly. “After all, I chose to work with my cute senpai because I like your work ethic, and your determination. Not everyone wants to be on top!” You let your other hand come up and pet his cheek. “Truth be told, I’ve wanted you for quite some time now, senpai.” His eyes widened, and then watered at an incredible speed. “Aha, wait! Please don’t cry!”

He loudly sniffled. “Man, if I had known that I had a cute little kohai that wanted me from the beginning, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time staring at your fanpages!”

You pulled away to stare down at him. “My what?”

“Anyways!” He practically shouted, “We gonna do this or what?” You smirked and made your way to his bed.

“Well, I’m happy you asked, Mineta-senpai.” You shimmied out of your pants, then panties. You held your panties up and watched the way Mineta’s eyes tracked them as he jumped onto the bed. “Let’s make this a little fun. If I cum before you do, then you can keep my panties. As a souvenir!” His eyes glazed over, and a copious amount of drool began to slide out of his mouth and pool on the sheets between you both. You tried not to be too bothered. You knew he would be at least a bit filthy, and if all went well, the sheets would be ruined one way or another.

Mineta took off his clothes with a speed and ferocity that probably should have stunned you. “Lay down, and let your favorite Prohero Grape Juice take care of you!” You giggled and complied, relaxing your arms and legs as you laid out. You let your panties dangle on the tips of your fingers before you dropped them. Mineta immediately situated himself between your legs, muttering to himself. While he did that, you took your shirt and bra off as well.

You tried your best to keep your breath even, but the moment you felt his touch on your thighs, it hitched. You waited with bated breath for his touch, and when you felt his tongue licking-no, slobbering all over your slit, you squealed. Your legs clamped around his head, but he managed to wriggle his way even closer, tongue circling around your clit before slipping into your opening, and then back again. His tongue was so wet, but once you got past that, you could admit that it also felt good. Relaxing back against the pillows, you spread your legs again and let out a quiet sigh.

Mineta moaned, and the rumble against your clit felt nice enough that you joined him. Soon enough, his fingers joined his tongue, and you panted and squirmed as his fingers-not that long, but definitely thick-thrust in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. “Mm, senpai, you feel so nice.” He leaned forward, his saliva dripping onto your chest, up to your neck, and finally onto your cheeks.

You were sharing each other’s breath now.

“Haaa, that’s what I should be saying.” His pace quickened, and your pleasure grew. “My cute little kohai is clenching down on my fingers. Clenching down on me.” You panted out as his fingers curled and scissored inside of you. “Ahh, I can’t wait anymore!” He pulled his fingers out of you quickly and you didn’t even get a chance to react before his dick was slipping in. “Forget the stupid bet!” His hands kept a brutal grip on your hips, keeping you in place. Mostly. The power of his thrusts had you slipping up the bed, and you were very grateful the pillows were there.

“O-oh!” Your hands clenched into the bedsheets as he hammered into you. His pace didn’t slow down, and he didn’t relent in his intensity. One of his hands left your hips to slip into your mouth.

“Suck,” He groaned out, and then whined when you obeyed. “Such a good little kohai I have. You’d do anything for your senpai, huh?” He pushed down on your tongue. Even in the dark, you could see his eyes holding lust and a deep admiration. “You, you like me for me. A-and you don’t care about my reputation.” You closed your eyes and bobbed your head on his fingers. He let out another groan, slipping his fingers out of your mouth to rub them on your clit. You arched up and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. You really hoped no one heard that.

“Are you close, baby? Gonna cum for your favorite Pro? Gonna let me k-keep y-” Mineta curled over you, shoving his face into your chest. “Dammit, how am I supposed to last long when your pussy is clenching down on me like this?!” His pace slowed, his hips jerking at a tell-tale uneven pace. You giggled and leaned down to kiss him. His tongue was in your mouth instantly, running over your teeth, curling around your tongue, and then thrusting in and out. It was sloppy, and with his fingers still on your clit, with him still pressing into you, it was also fucking hot.

You were going to cum, and you didn’t even care. The panties were just an incentive anyways. You got to fuck your senpai, and make him happy. A win-win for the both of you.

You broke away from the kiss, just barely aware of the string of drool that connected your mouths. “Mineta-senpai, I’m going to-”

“Cum?!” His excitement was cute enough that you didn’t mind that he cut you off. You met his thrusts as best as you could rolling your hips so he could fuck that particular spot inside of you that made you toes curl and eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes yes!” For a long moment, you felt perfect. The burst of pleasure that rocked your whole body and left you boneless as your senpai kept fucking you, whimpering as he sucked on your tit. Not even your nipple, your tit. You inhaled as he released your hips to wrap his arms around you, and it was only due to his small size that you didn’t mind. Your head fell back, eyesight a bit wonky from the intensity of the orgasm that just rocked through you. Mineta, apparently not yet satisfied, continued thrusting into you, stupidly powerful thrusts making you clench and squeal. “Mineta-senpai, you’re…the best.”

“Hehe, yeah. I’m the best. I AM THE BEST!” His hands gripped your hips with a newfound ferocity and he flipped you over partially, leaving you confused and a bit dazed in the dark. One of his hands left your hips to grab his dick, and he aimed it right for your fluttering opening.

“S-senpai, wait,” Your weak cry fell on deaf ears.

“Plus,” The manic drive of a Hero pushed him forward. “ULTRA!!!”

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“So!” The receptionist gave you a bright smile, “Did you both enjoy your stay at Reaching Heights Hotel?”

You let your (grumpy) silence speak for itself, while Grape Juice sheepishly handed her his card. “It, haha, definitely helped me regain my drive!” The receptionist blinked at him, and then gave him a placid smile that only a front desk attendant could. And his card back. “Soooo thankyounowwehavetogobyeandsorryforthestains!”

You eyed Grape Juice as he turned to scurry away, and kicked your foot out, tripping him. Immediately taking advantage of his disoriented state, you snatched his card up and smirked down at him. You’re not quite sure how you look in that moment, but you are sure you liked that wide-eyed, vulnerable expression on his face.

“Next time,” You murmur, “I get to be the one on top, squeezing every last drop out of you, senpai.”

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callboxkat · 4 years

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Just Your Average Ghost Hunt

Author’s note: I felt like writing a one-shot today, taking a break from my longer WIPs, and here’s the result! I hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Virgil has a YouTube channel where he talks about cryptids and conspiracy theories. Tonight, he sets out with his friend Roman on a ghost hunt.

Warnings: ghosts, talk of death and murder, some crude humor, fear, Remus

Word Count: 1818

Writing Masterpost!

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“You remembered the camera, right?”

“Wha—of course I remembered the camera! Come on, give me a little credit.”

“And it’s charged?”

Roman pouted at him, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

Virgil smirked, hopping out of the car. “Just checking.”

“It’s your camera, isn’t charging it your job?”

“Knowing you, you’d happily run down the battery before we even got here, with all those selfies you take.”

“That’s what my phone’s for,” Roman claimed, jutting out his chin. He slung the camera strap around his neck, double checking that it was secure.

“Oh, I see.”

“We’re not going to get in trouble for coming here, are we?” Roman asked, following after his friend and staring up the road.

“What, are you scared, Princey?”

“No, I just—”

“Because if you’re scared,” Virgil sighed dramatically, “we can go, I guess, but you have to be the one to tell Logan we still haven’t gotten his proof of ghosts. It’s your fault if he thinks we just couldn’t find it.”

Roman huffed. “What is it with you and proving to him that ghosts are real, anyway, Winnie the Boo? Isn’t talking about cryptids and conspiracies more your usual gig?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Is that really the best nickname you can come up with? Wow, you really must be scared.”

“What, we’re on a ghost hunt, aren’t we? And don’t avoid the question!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, closing the car door. He took out a flashlight and switched it on, casting their surroundings in high relief. “I wasn’t, calm down. I just want to see the look on the dude’s face when we show him actual video of a ghost.”

The pair’s boots crunched on gravel, twigs, and assorted debris as they began the trek up the long-disused road towards their destination. “So,” Roman asked as they clambered over a fallen tree, “what are you going to do if we can’t find one?”

“I have Photoshop.”

“Well—then why are we even out here? Just photoshop yourself up a ghost and be done with it, Wail-E!”

“That nickname was even worse. And besides—” Virgil hopped down, reaching up to help Roman, whose jacket had gotten caught on a snapped branch— “this is way more fun.”

“Speak for yourself,” Roman grumbled, inspecting his coat for damage.

“Come on, it’s not that far now.” Virgil started forward, flashlight held high. Roman scrambled after, not about to be left behind.

“I don’t like this.” Roman peered around at the surrounding trees, whose shapes and shadows seemed to warp as they passed, reaching towards the pair like spindly arms ready to drag them into the dark.

“I didn’t ask you to come. I’ve done plenty of these without you.”

“You’ve done plenty of these with Janus,” Roman corrected. “In our friends’ houses. Not in the middle of nowhere.”

“I wasn’t going to put this off just because he’s got a stomach bug. It’s supposed to rain all next week.”

Roman swallowed. “And I wasn’t about to let you come to some old abandoned house alone.”

Virgil turned, putting a hand on his chest and grinning. “My hero. Now turn on the camera, I see the house up there.”

Roman squinted, and saw that, in fact, he could make out the shape of some kind of structure ahead. It looked like it was practically part of the forest now, trees grown around it and nearly obscuring the shape in the darkness.

“Welcome to Virgil and Roman’s final moments,” Roman said, turning on the camera slung around his neck, “documented for all those who want to see us torn apart by crazy woods people, or bears, or wolves, or, possibly, ghosts.”

“Very funny,” Virgil said.

“Well, aren’t you going to say anything?” Roman said. “I don’t know, set the scene.”

“Kind of hard to do that when you keep talking, isn’t it?”

Roman stuck his tongue out.

Virgil turned to face the camera. “My name is Virgil, and the lug behind the camera is my friend Roman. Tonight, we’ve got a treat. We’re visiting an abandoned house, deep in the woods.”

Roman silently shook his head, amused at the exaggeration. The nearest major road was only a ten minute walk away.

“Legend says it’s been abandoned since the 50’s—”

“Is Wikipedia where you heard this “legend”?”

“Shut up, Princey. And no, it’s not, actually. Will you let me continue?”

Roman held up his free hand in surrender.

“Legend says it’s been abandoned since the 50’s, but no one had been able to stay in the house for more than a few months at a time even before that. Apparently, there was a murder here decades earlier, and the ghost of that person has haunted the place ever since.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Roman and I are here to get the first solid proof of this ghost, and share its existence with all of you.”

“I’m sure YouTube will love it.”

“I am so glad I can edit out all your dumb comments.”

“You know you love them, Count Woe-laf.”

“You’re going to make me wish I’d waited to come with J, I just know it. Just make sure you’re holding the camera steady.”

Roman smiled innocently, then turned the camera up to focus on the house.

“We’ve just arrived,” Virgil said, “And are about to head inside. Wish us luck.”

“Virge, you know this isn’t live, right?”

“Yes, Roman, I know that,” Virgil said. “Let me put in a little flair, okay?”

“I must be rubbing off on you.”

Virgil ignored this comment and approached the house, peering around the crumbling façade of the dilapidated structure. “It looks like the front door is padlocked, but this window is broken. We can put one of our jackets on the sill and climb in.”

“Wait—whose jacket, Virge?” Roman stepped back, clutching his own protectively.

“Oh, relax,” he said, rolling his eyes as he shrugged off his own jacket.. “Some of us thought better than to bring our favorite jacket on a ghost hunt.”

“If that roof collapses on us, I don’t want cheap plastic all that’s protecting me.”

“I’m pretty sure a jacket won’t save you if the roof collapses; but go off, I guess.”

“Thank you; I will.”

Virgil laid his jacket over the window sill and hopped inside. Roman climbed in after him, turning on his own smaller flashlight and looking around warily.

Dust motes hung in the air, which smelled of mildew. A few pieces of furniture remained in the house, each covered in a sheet that might have once been white. The space had not been spared from the elements. Weeds even grew between some of the rotting floor boards.

“I know this is where I’d want to live, if I were a ghost,” Roman commented dryly, eyeing a grimy puddle that had collected in a fold of one of the sheets.

“Ghosts are tied to places where they died, or to objects that were important to them. Or their body. Odds are, this ghost has no choice but to live here.”

Roman sighed. “Okay, anyway. How are we proving there’s a ghost here?”

Virgil slung off his backpack and pulled out a wooden board. “We’ll start with this. It’s a Ouija board.”

“A Ouija board?”

“Yeah. It channels spiritual energy and lets them talk to us.”

“I know what a Ouija board is,” Roman sighed. “I was just… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you brought one.”

Virgil sat down on the floor, beginning to set up the board. “Set up the tripod, so it can see both of us and the board. You sit across from me.”

Roman did as Virgil asked, then sat across from him. Each perched his fingertips atop the small, triangular piece of wood with a hole in it, which Virgil said was called a planchette. They slowly brought the planchette around in a circle, with Virgil narrating what they were doing and why, probably for the less supernatural-versed Youtube fans. Then Virgil said some mumbo-jumbo words about positive energy and communication, whatever; and then they finally they got to the questions.

“Is there a spirit with us in this house?”

There was a long pause, long enough that Roman started to think that maybe Logan had the right idea, before the planchette slid over to Yes.

That was you, wasn’t it, Virgil?

Virgil was trying to hide a grin. “How many spirits are here with us?”

“What’s your name?”

The planchette slid over to B.

“Brandon? Bethany? Bella? Benjamin?”

“…Buford? Bucky?”

Virgil frowned. “Butler?”

Roman bit his lip to keep from laughing.

“Roman, stop messing with the planchette,” Virgil snapped.

Roman made an indignant noise. “I didn’t!”

“Spirit, I apologize for my friend. What is your name?”

B-U-T-T-H-O-L-E.

“Maybe it doesn’t want to tell us,” Roman said, shrugging and trying not to laugh.

Virgil was starting to look exasperated.

“Maybe it’s a kid. How old are you?” he asked.

“You’re six years old?” Virgil’s mouth opened. “That’s so y…”

The planchette moved again, interrupting him.

“69,” Virgil repeated. “Okay, maybe not a kid.” He glanced at Roman, looking suspicious, as if wondering whether he’d changed the results again. Roman pouted at him in response.

“How did you die?”

“Wow, that’s pretty personal, isn’t it?” Roman asked. “Ask it how it’s doing, at least.”

Virgil sighed. “They don’t usually stick around for long, Roman.” Then seemingly deciding to humor him, he asked, “Spirit, how are you?”

Yes.

“Well, that’s… an answer,” Roman said. Maybe the Ouija board was broken or something.

“How did you die?” Virgil asked, repeating his earlier question.

The planchette hovered for a few seconds.

K-N-I-V-E-S.

Roman swallowed.

“Oh.” Virgil shifted. “What year did that happen?”

4-2-0.

“Roman, seriously, stop.”

“I swear, it’s not me.”

“Fine, then let’s try again. What year did you die?”

D-E-A-D.

“Yes, you died,” Virgil said. “Do you remember what year that happened?”

Y-O-U A-R-E D-E-A-D.

Roman’s eyes widened. Virgil wouldn’t have done that, would he? “Um, Virge? I think maybe we should leave.”

“Are… are you a good spirit?” Virgil asked, his voice uncertain.

No.

The lights above flared into life, far, far too bright, like small suns. They shouldn’t have worked, even if they were still connected to power, or had the bulbs replaced in the past decade. Wind rushed through the room from an invisible source, the temperature dropping.

POP!

The light above them burst, sending sparks falling around them. The rest of the lights followed in rapid succession. The tripod fell over as if pushed, crashing to the ground between the pair and sending up a cloud of dust.

Roman and Virgil screamed, scrambling for the exit, pushing each other through the window, back into the woods. They raced back towards the car, both the camera and Virgil’s jacket forgotten.

Hysterical, cackling laughter followed them through the trees.

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goth-girlfriend · 4 years

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Hear me out: Reader who is richer than Shoto and Momo combined. They have a reputation of being stuck up and transfer into UA by STRONG recommendation. Everyone avoids her out of fear of being caught in rich wrath. But it’s not until the Bakusquad make a joke with her they realize what a complete idiot/nerd/funny person she is. Denki *makes joke about reader being to rich* Reader *pulls out hundreds to wipe tears and throws them on the floor when the tears are gone* If you can please? 😊❤️❤️

Request: “Sorry to message you! I but I sent a recent ask! I was going to ask if you could add the reader having like mesmerizing long black hair and killer brows and false lashes? Bonus if she ends up with Best Boom Boy!

I love this honestly! I’ll do my best to answer this the best I can! I’m assuming Bakugo right? I hope so, ☺️

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader + Friend Bakusquad

🖤💥❤️🧡🖤💚🖤🧡❤️🧡🖤💚🖤🧡❤️💥🖤

Class 1-A was bustling with conversation at the news they’d just gotten. A new student would be joining the class Mid Semester. The daughter of a well known known man in Japan.

The Family name foreign, (L/n), It’s been in Japan no longer than four generations. And they’d already come to sit on the top of the money empire. Being rich and known would be a good thing for anyone aspiring to become a hero. It was a lie, often times press would take chances to start rumors and make false accusations leading the newest generation of (L/n) to be held to a new standard.

“I know! Everyone makes her out to be stuck up, snobby and rude!”

Morning

“Aren’t the (L/n)’s the family the Hero Times magazine compared to other families? If I’m right they said Her family dwarfs the Yaoyorozu, Iida, and Todoroki families combined!”

“I heard she had press locked up and cameras destroyed for taking her picture!”

“Oh! I saw a video from her middle school days! You can’t really make her out, but she brought a girl to her knees in-front of the school! For something she did....”

“Oh! She must be the girl who took down a group of boys because one of them brushed shoulders with her!”

“No way! I heard she got a boy expelled because she thought he was looking down on her!”

“She s-sounds scary, I don’t think I want to talk to her.”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna run the risk of getting kicked out of U.A., not after all the hard work I put in to get here.”

The chatter continued, on the other side of the door, hearing every comment stood (Y/n), her brows furrowed slightly in anger. She released the tension in her brows, they rested in their usual place. Her brows fell into her natural RBF as she sighed, she looked at the Principal, the dog/bear/mouse beside her smiled and knocked. It was answered by the Teacher she had met not to long again Erased Head, or as she’d be introduced. Shota Aizawa.

“I’ll leaver her in your capable hands, make sure she gets a good view on what U.A. iS really about.” He smiled and waved at the teacher and left without word.

Aizawa let the girl enter and stand at the front of the class room. He stepped over to his desk picking up a black folder with a golden crest printed on the front. It was the information U.A. has asked for when you applied.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself.” Aizawa said staring at at the first part of your folder. A record for my our old school, no tardies, no absences, no missing work, no violations, no record punishment, no reported incidents, No grade under a 98. Class representative, president of 6 clubs, President of Student Body Council, 4.0 GPA, in quirk control you placed number one in your school, In your school Sport festival you came in first, Cultural Festival you’d brought in the most donations and had a recommendation letter from almost every teacher and both the principal and vice principal.

I stood silent for a minute staring the class over, recognizing every weak point. I didn’t bother smiling, they probably would be scared anyway. I looked through the corner of my eyes to the window.

“I’m (y/n) (l/n), call me (l/n), I don’t have time to waste on friends, formalities. You bunch of extras would probably just drag me down, I don’t expect much from any of you. I reached the top of my class with ease, and by just looking at you I can tell it won’t be any different.” I scoffed and looked over the class. I

It definitely struck some nerves.

“WHO THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL AN EXTRA YOU TRASH.” A blonde boy with red eyes glared at me popping up from his seat.

Pops coming from his hand, I stared his down, “What are you doing?” I scoffed, “With pop rocks like that the only thing you’d be scaring it probably a kitten.”

“I’ll kill you!” He screamed bringing his hand up.

“Bet.” Was all is said, a watched his hand and the bright light starting to form, with a quick hand sign he fell face first into the floor arms bound behind his back.

I watched him struggle, explosions forming in his palms. Everyone watched him, stares no longer on me I turned to Aizawa.

“Take a seat in the back by the window, it’s the only open desk.” He said closing the file.

I looked ahead not bothering to look at anyone or make eye contact, I say down and moved my hair so I wouldn’t sit on it. I brought my hands to my nape and pushed them back pushing my hair over my back and into the space between my back and the chair. It felt pooling into the part of the chair I didn’t take and overflowing on sides where he chair didn’t catch. It dangled just an inch from the floor. I held my bag beside me. As I got adjusted to my seat and finally looked ahead to the front of class. I felt stares as I started to pull out my notebook, pen, and pencil. 🖤

I ignored it and went about my business, by the end of the day I heard whispers of why the things I used were so expensive. They hadn’t seen my phone yet, it’d definitely kill them if just a brand note book had them like this. The day was finally coming to an end, during lunch I stayed in class, afraid of sitting alone, I’d rather be alone and unseen rather than alone and stared at.

I sighed and looked at my bag, class was coming to an end for the day, and Aizawa was standing at front in his sleeping bag. Everyone was talking, some sitting on desks. I pulled out my phone, over a thousand notifications on my public social media’s, my dads manager saying I need to become friendlier with the public because of the appearance the press keeps trying to force onto me.

‘I set up some social media accounts for you just post about your day, make some friends post about them, just show the public you aren’t who they’re trying to make you out to be.’

I scoffed at his words but nodded just agreeing, if it’s for my dad I’d try my best. So here I am switching between accounts and now on public Snapchat scrolling through chats answering a few and adding people back so it feel more ‘personal’

“Do you see that?” I heard a whisper.

“Do you think it’s real?”

“It’s huge! If it’s real it must cost a fortune!”

“Look it up.....”

The room was silent for a minute,

“No way, the company only made a few and they sold for 48.5 million, and that was an IPhone six, that’s literally the newest iPhone, so it ages to be worth double even triple what the six was!”

“Go ask,” “Dude, no you go ask.”

“I’m scared,” “You probably should be.”

The bell rang and I was up and gone, no point in sticking around. I found a stair case, it led up to the roof. I followed it, it was so high. I walked over to the railing, I watched people pour out rushing to dorms or wherever else. I dropped my bag on the gravel floor and reached for my phone in my pocket, I held up my camera to the sun, the sky was turning orange. I took a picture, the sun rays peaking through the clouds.

I waited it out a bit longer, I felt a smile graze my face for the first second time today. My friend was posting on her story pictures we’d taken last year today. We skipped school to go to arcades, she met her boyfriend of one year now, we had boba, bought a bunch of merch, and just stayed out till night had claimed the sky. We walked home, bags in tow, uniforms scrunched up, cheeks sore from laughing and smiling the whole day.

Just as I finished the story I got another notification, a message from her. I opened it it was a video, unknown to us it was my last day at my old High school.

“Awww, I love you!” She hugged me, I hugged her back, “Love your too loser.”

“We’ll be best friends and together forever right?” She smiled as we rocked back in forth in the hug.

“I wouldn’t leave you for the world.” I laughed.

“Well just act like I’m not here,” her boyfriends voice in the background.

“I will, bros before.....hoes.....” she laughed and I smiled shaking my head.

“Come on, ill pay dinner.” I said and the video stopped.

‘You loser 😭 I didn’t feel like crying today, it’s my first day of school.’

‘Then you shouldn’t have left me 😭

‘I didn’t even know 😢’

‘🤔 Mhm, we need to meet up soon, it’s only been a day but I already miss you 😢’

‘Aight Bet.’

‘A challenge? 👀’

‘Saturday the usual? 😎’

‘I accept your invitation.’

The conversation ended and I headed to the dorms. This repeat for the next few days, I met with my friend Saturday and told her about my dads managed, she agreed every weekend we’d meet up and feed the public. After a month of this I was sitting in class minding my business, I cracked a smile at my phone and quickly wiped it away realizing I was still being watched.

“Sooo, (l/n)?” I looked up, the boy everyone called Denki leaning on my desk.

I cocked a brow, “Hm?”

“I’m in need of money, and I’ve been shot down twice, sooo, let’s make a bet a gamble really. If you win I’ll pay you, but if I win you pay me.” He sounded so cocky, I squinted at him brows furrowed.

I reached into my bag bringing out my wallet “I don’t waste time just take a donation.” I pulled out six hundred and handed it over like it was nothing.

“Oh....thanks? I guess it’s easier to pay people off when your loaded,” It sounded more like a joke.

I felt a small smile and pulled out another hundred, “Sometiwms you have to buy friends, it’s sad I know.” I patted fake tears and dropped the money ont he floor.

“But you know what they say,” I held the hundred out to him, “You feel better when you cry in a Ferrari.” I let out a single laugh, and then realized the mistake I made when I smield as he laughed.

“I knew you weren’t completely heartl-” I cut him off,

“Don’t talk about it, I’ll pay you off to never mention it.” He laughed and smiled a hand reaching to the back of his neck.

“Call us friends and you won’t even have to pay me.” He smiled.

“Deal.” I answered.

He opened his phone and held it out, “here add your number.”

I sigehd and added my number, he sent me a message and I saved him number.

“Alright new friend, I’ll see you later.”

He waved and walked off as the bell rang.The next day I was dragged to lunch and sat between Denki and Bakugo. I don’t know what to do, so I just drank water, I tried to talk to Mina when she talked to em but they all seemed so tense except for Denki.This became my schedule for the weeks to come.

“I’m hungry,” I grumbled into my phone.

Denki had FaceTimed me at 2 in the morning.

“Then go eat, nobody’s up except you and me.” He shrugged sitting on his bed under his blanket.

“Alright, I’ll be back. so just stay here.” I propped my phone up he had a view of my room from the prop my phone was on.

“Oooo, even your room looks like it belongs to a rich girl. Definitely fancier then Yaoyorozu’s.” He looked around to see what he could.

“Nice, I’ll be back I’m going to find.... dinner?”

“MKay.” Was all he said as he yawned.

I grabbed my second phone and popped in my AirPods, I started to play my music on shuffle. Making it to the Kitchen I was vibing with my music and getting into it. I started to make a sandwich and doing weird dances. I smiled and finally started to Clean up.The song Falling for you, started to play and for some reason my mind went to a certain blonde. I smield to myself, thinking about him. I fluffed my hair and ran my finger over my lashes. I felt the tips of my hair brushing my bare legs.

I smiled and picked up my sandwich and started a new dance with hip movement when the song Hotel Room Sevrvice came on. I started to turn to walk away stopping when I met familiar eyes.

“So, the edgy princess isn’t who she acts to be.” I swallowed, staring at him, his biceps were huge, especially in that muscle shirt.

I got a message form Denki, I’d given him my second number, “SOMEONES HEADED YOUR WAY!”

“Heeeyyy Bakugo....” I was caught, no point in hiding.

“What are you doing up this late?” He asked unamused.

“Well,” I looked at my sandwich, “I was looking for food but an even better snack walked in.” I winked at him.

He made a grunt.

“No? Not Good enough?” I asked an dlwaned against the counter.

“No.”

“How about are you a tombstone cause is nat you on top of me,” I did finger guns this time putting my sandwich down.

“Anything better?” He asked his eyes narrowing.

“Are you a sinning ship? Because I really wanna go down on you.....” I didn’t fight back the smile.

I heard him cough, and I smiled as I noticed a very faint blush.

“Want me try again?” I asked with a cheeky smile.

He didn’t answer he just looked at me,

“You can call me a coffin cause I want you be in-“ I couldn’t finsh I looked and licked my top lip, I assume she understood what I meant but wanted to finsh “inside me.”

At that point I forgot my hunger, I was hungry something else, nothing particularly dirty but some attention.

“Well Katsuki,” I casually walked over to him pushing myself into his side tilting my head onto his shoulder and looking up at him. “I know we definitely have a lot of bad reactions, but I say we should experiment with this chemistry we have going on.”

I pulled his left arm from across his chest and held his hand between my palms, “You look like you’d enjoy someone who would totally dominate you.” I pulled back and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“What do you say?” I asked squeezing his arm.

“Yeah right,” he scoffed and looked down at me.

“Come on, from what I’ve heard you wanted to be called a king, I can make you feel like a king.” I nuzzled against his shoulder.

“I’ll give you one date, but after that you’ll just be an extra so you’ll have to stay out of my way.” He said and brushed it off like it was nothing.

“Ill make sure you don’t regret it.” I stretched and kissed his cheek and booked it out of there sandwich in tow.

“YOU WONT BELIEVE IT.” I screamed at Denki who was still on face time.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“Soooooo?” I hugged Bakugo’s waist as the class gathered around in the gym.

Everyone in costume, “You look so fine dressed in your hero uniform.” I said and trailed my hand up the giant gauntlet on his wrist.

“Hm.”He grunted ignoring the stares of disbelief. “Whatever.”

The moment we broke of into our Duos to play an all to competitive game of catch the flag we stopped in the middle of the trading grounds, I was pulled into his chest, his right hand brushing my hair from the top of my head to my lower back. “Your hair is so long,” He mumbled I felt him take a hand full and pull on it, I was weak in the knees almost instantly.

I looked up at him batting my eyelashes, “There you go batting your fake lashes just to distract me.” He grunted.

“I’d agree with you if they’re weren’t real.” I smield and blinked slowly.

“Well aren’t you just gorgeous.” He snarled and he kissed the top of my head

“Now out of my way Extra I’m leading you so don’t leave my side or get in the way.” He stepped aside and looked down at me.

“You and I both know your better at taking Commands. But I’ll play obedient, only for you Katsuki.” I winked at him.

He turned with a growl, “Let’s just go beat that damn nerd.”

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stillness-in-green · 4 years

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Spinaraki Week, Day 5: Free Day+

Post-canon, Shigaraki and Spinner fight--well, something like the good fight, anyway. For @codenamesazanka, whose endgame wish for Shigaraki can usually be summarized as, “Escapes punishment to go be a vigilante with Spinner somewhere.”

A drabble series using all the week’s prompts I didn’t hit otherwise, and a few blanks, so let’s just call it Free Day.

———– ———– ———– ———–

Shigaraki's grinning when he walks into the alley, an unmistakable sign that he's onto something.

"Got a new target?" Spinner climbs down long enough for Shigaraki to grab hold around his neck before scaling upwards again.

"Better. I picked up the trail on our old friend Tsang." Shigaraki's all lean muscle in a crisp black suit.

"That bastard finally slipped up? Ha!" A light switches on in one of the cheap apartments above them. Spinner crawls easily around a corner, changing directions. "What's our angle?"

"He'll be in town for the Grand Prix next month." Shigaraki chuckles darkly. "Game on."

———–

Spinner stir-fries pork minchee over their ancient stove, adding soy sauce and molasses and listening as Shigaraki, perched on the edge of their ratty sofa, types industriously on his laptop, explaining their new lead. The sound of New Oumun's nightlife drifts in through the window, a jangle of distant music and traffic wrapped in the hum of eight-hundred-thousand people living on an island thirty kilometers square.

Spinner slides the meal onto one big plate, snags two forks, and drops onto the floor between Shigaraki's knees, leaning back comfortably as Shigaraki steals a fork and leans over him to dig in.

———–

Spinner wakes to an empty bed and sighs, standing up and dragging himself over to the window. Unsurprisingly, Shigaraki's sitting on the tin awning below; he doesn't look over as Spinner eases down beside him. He stares out over the city, in the direction of the glittering casino towers but not really at them, expression blank and cool.

His bad hand trembles faintly, barely noticeable save that Spinner knows to look for it.

Shigaraki doesn't speak as Spinner closes his hands over Shigaraki's own, Shigaraki's deft, pale digits curled lightly between Spinner's claws.

He doesn't speak, but he leans closer.

———–

A tip for a successful vigilante career: people never bother hiding much from children. Spinner allows himself to be climbed on by four local brats, even the one with the purple ooze quirk, as Shigaraki carries on a discussion in near unintelligibly rapid Cantonese.

"Do the trick!" the youngest one demands, holding up a box she retrieved from who-knows where, a heavy padlock hanging from the front. Shigaraki rolls his eyes but obediently touches three fingers to the lock; a second later, a blue marble rests in his palm, the box lies open, and the kids are telling him everything.

———–

They get a check-in from Toga a week before the Prix. She chatters happily away on video-call, firing periodic barbs over her shoulder at an annoyed-looking Skeptic.

"So you guys have a new thing going down?"

"Yeah. That bastard from Hong Kong who tried that rice extortion racket last year."

"Hah! He deserves you two. Oh! Kurogiri says to say hello!"

"Does that detective know you've been visiting?" Shigaraki drawls. He doesn't even tense, Spinner marvels, as Toga peals laughter at the suggestion.

"Duh, no. I'll tell him you say hi too," she pronounces sagely, and Shigaraki doesn't argue.

———–

"Hey, Shigaraki! It's almost time; what's taking you?"

"'S gotta look right."

"You're gonna be in and out in minutes; you--blue?"

"Getting bored of black all the time."

"....Why do I have a hard time believing that."

"Believe what you want. But I thought you liked blue, Spinner."

"What are you--why are you grinning like that?"

"Haha."

"...This is about my old vest, isn't it?"

"It's fine. You even got Re-Destro on polka dots for a while."

"Look, you KNOW I had to--"

"Trendsetting for the whole army. So fashionable."

"I swear, I'm gonna--mmg."

"..."

"...Shigaraki..."

"..Heh. Save it for after."

———–

Shigaraki leaves the casino with a tail. Several tails, actually, and at least one of them has some experience, because he doesn't just watch Shigaraki or the street around him; he looks up, up and around, at the skies, the roofs of buildings, parking garages, all the usual spots.

A fire-user, a man with a maw full of jagged teeth and big moon-pale fish eyes, and the experienced one, whose quirk they haven't been able to figure out.

Spinner tucks up tighter beside a wheezing air conditioner unit as they pass below him.

In the distance, high-powered car engines scream.

———–

Third guy had a blindness-inducing quirk.

Had.

Now he has Spinner's machete driven into his neck, no vital signs, and Shigaraki writhes on the ground, growling through his agonized groaning. A fissure opens up in his neck as he claws at the cement, another across his temple and down the side of his face.

"No pulse on any of them!" Spinner says frantically, dropping down beside him.

"Haaah. We're too good at this, Spinner." Shigaraki grins horribly, wounds beginning to trickle blood. "S'okay. We've still got Tsang."

"But I thought we were gonna--"

"Yeah. You just gotta get me there."

———–

It's not as neat as they planned it, Tsang tossed into the path of a bunch of race cars still marbleized, then loosed with a snap.

Instead, they have to free him long enough for Shigaraki to off-load the blindness quirk and Spinner just bodily tosses him into the oncoming headlights. Messier, all around, and there are probably already blurry new pictures of them getting around social media.

But by the time they shake most of New Oumun's “heroes” and bribe or blackmail the rest, Shigaraki's wounds have closed up, he's back on his feet, and they make it home clean.

———–

Spinner gets Shigaraki into the shower with only minimal bullying; afterward, the two of them settle back on the window awning.

Shigaraki tucks himself between Spinner's legs and leans back against his chest, arranging his broad arms around his own shoulders with an air of sated possessiveness.

They watch the downtown spotlights of the district swing across the clouds in comfortable silence.

"There's probably gonna be some people calling us villains again," Spinner says at last.

Shigaraki hums in disinterest, eyes half-closed.

"League of Villains’ leader has nothing to say, huh?"

"He's on vacation. No comment."

Spinner chuckles and welcomes in the quiet.

———– ———– ———– ———–

Points of Note:

-New Oumun is Macau 200 years in the future. Here’s all the mental image you need. The Grand Prix is a famous street racing event that, by this point in time, probably includes some pretty wild allowances for quirk use.

-Tsang is from a Hong Kong crime family; pretty much all of Macau’s imports--including all of its food--come shipped via Hong Kong. My thought is that the two islands have, if not quite merged together, definitely grown in each others’ direction somewhat in the time since quirks Happened to the world.

-Shigaraki mostly burned out All for One (the quirk) in his final battle with Deku. His 75% complete status combined with the damaged AFO quirk, over-used super-regeneration, and the strain of the last fight has left him a somewhat precarious existence, with his enhancements spiraling into breakdown if he disrupts his balance overmuch. That said, he definitely did not burn out as much as Midoriya thinks he did, a fact Shigaraki is perfectly content to keep to himself, not least because returning to his role as supervillain is not entirely off the table if Midoriya and his classmates don’t follow through on promises to improve the state of their society.

--Mr. Compress is in the wind. Shigaraki has his quirk, but by arrangement--he's laying low, but will want his quirk back eventually, once he's established his new identity.

-Toga has shacked up with a rogue faction of the MLA and is reconnecting to her quirk in a way that tells her it's okay, it's always been okay. She's handling it with Skeptic and Geten; the three of them have developed a relationship that seems to consist almost entirely of bile and spite, but they close ranks terrifyingly well.

-Kurogiri is overseeing the treatment of the remaining Noumu. He's in a somewhat delicate honor-bound arrangement overseen by Tsukauchi--he doesn't try to run away as long as Tsukauchi doesn't try to cage him--but he's keeping to his word so far, periodically in communication with Aizawa, though Shigaraki is pointedly incommunicado. There are issues there that will need to be resolved eventually, but Shigaraki's in no hurry to do so.

-Trumpet becomes instrumental to the MLA ideology surviving and its sounder points being addressed--he does some prison time, but the Commission is completely unable to stop him from turning his trial into a media circus the likes of which the country hasn't seen in decades. It helps him sleep better at night, anyway.

-All for One, Dabi, and Re-Destro are dead. -AFO was killed in the Tartarus jailbreak--NOT by Shigaraki, but rather by a guard who realized what was about to happen and made the call, just before Decay got him, to pull the trigger on all the guns aimed at the Lord of Evil’s head. This was unsatisfying for pretty much everyone. -Dabi was, one way or another, lost to The Todoroki Plotline. -Re-Destro almost certainly dies at some point during the "war", protecting his savior and liberator, and willing him to carry on towards tearing down all the systems that entrap people.

#spinarakiweek2020 #shigaraki tomura #iguchi shuuichi #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #my writing #ficcing

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cannibalisticapple · 5 years

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So around a week or two ago I sent an anonymous ask to @corndog-patrol suggesting Villain Mic finding a Cat!Shouta. When I saw it on my phone in the car, I had to stop myself from reading until I could get home and look at it in full on my computer. It has been so much better than I could have ever imagined.

Seeing all the doodles and artwork so far has been a HUGE inspiration for me, and I ended up writing this over the past week. Because I am physically incapable of writing anything short, it kinda ballooned to almost 8k words, partially because I ended up adding to it as more art was posted. The majority of it was written before the bowtie pic though, including the opening scene. (Fun fact: I originally called Shouta “Pepper”.)

It’s been a while since I’ve posted, well, anything to Tumblr, so apologies for any weird formatting issues! And thanks again to @corndog-patrol for making such a great Villain Mic AU! Anyways, enjoy!

The Adventures of Puddles

Given his known fondness for cats, most of Shouta’s friends and colleagues often teased him about how getting hit by a Quirk that turned him into a cat would be a dream come true for him.

They were wrong.

The hero-turned-feline felt thoroughly irritated as he loped down the street, the heavy downpour soaking him thoroughly and weighing down his thick black fur with water. He’d been turned into a cat while heading to UA just that evening, and since then he’d been rather unhappy. Nemuri had laughed her head off when she found him halfway to her apartment with his goggles around his neck and his capture weapon dragging along the ground behind him, which really hadn’t helped much.

Considering he’d been found by Nemuri relatively fast, he should be safe and dry right now, but then Nemuri had taken him to UA. Logically it made sense of course, Shouta would be safe there and he’d have easy access to a support network to find a way to reverse the transformation. Unfortunately, he hadn’t accounted for how the kids would react. One of them had sighted Nemuri carrying him inside, and Nemuri had no hesitation dumping him on the student with a sadistic grin while she went to meet with the other staff.

After spending an hour being assaulted by his students cooing over him and ruffling him from twenty different directions at once (literally), he’d desperately craved some space and alone time. The sight of Snipe and Cementoss sneaking around with cameras and phones ready, clearly intending to take photos of his ordeal, had been the last push he needed to jump the wall and get away from UA for a bit. He knew the area well enough, he should be safe to walk around a couple hours even as a cat. Key word: should.

It was just his luck he’d get chased by someone’s dog for what must have been half a mile, ending with him lost in an only vaguely familiar part of town. His attempts to find his way back had only succeeded in making him more lost over the ensuing hours, the vaguely familiar scenery giving way to buildings he absolutely did not recognize. And of course, it also had to start raining shortly after that.

Right now, he just wanted to get out of the heavy rain. He was wet, cold, tired, and felt sore in ways he didn’t even know possible until being turned into a cat. Turns out having your body undergo a radical physical transformation tended to put some stress on muscles and preexisting injuries. Go figure. At least his dry eye hadn’t seemed to transfer over, but that didn’t make him any less stressed.

The feeling only amplified when he stepped in a puddle and proceeded to plummet into it with a startled yowl, water splashing everywhere. Of course this sidewalk would have a giant hole in it that flooded with water and turned into a miniature, cat-sized bath. The hole was deep enough his head barely stuck above the water, the chilly temperature making him shudder. He scrabbled at the edges with an annoyed growl, trying to pull himself out.

“Hey, you okay little buddy?” The voice behind him made him freeze, the fur on his back standing on end. Shit. He knew that voice. His head whipped around to see a man crouching behind him, and while he wasn’t wearing his costume, Shouta couldn’t think of anyone else with a loud voice who also sported a stupid mustache like that. This had to be Present Mic.

Great, just great, he thought sarcastically. For some odd reason the idiot wasn’t wearing a raincoat in this weather, his long blond hair partially pulled into a bun with the loose strands plastered to his face and shoulders by the rain. How the guy could even see with all those water droplets on his glasses was beyond Shouta. “Oh man, I always said someone was gonna fall into this stupid thing. Come on, let’s get you out.”

Shouta silently glowered at the villain as he reached out to him but made no effort to push him away. Trying to get a good grip on the pavement was tricky with the rain making everything so slippery. Maybe if he could figure out how to get his claws to pop out, but he’d yet to figure out a lot of his new form’s functions. Frankly, the fact he could walk at all was a miracle considering he’d never used a four-legged body before.

So the sulking cat allowed the blond villain to carefully slip his hands around Shouta’s... armpits? Well, his hands went between around the edges of his front legs and shoulders, so, close enough—and pull him out of the hole. Rather than put him down like he expected though, Mic shifted his hold to carry the grumpy feline, turning to walk to a nearby apartment building. “Come on, let’s get you inside so we can dry you off. My place is just over there!”

...And now Mic was taking him to his apartment. Crap. Shouta naturally began to struggle, wanting to get the hell back to UA instead, but Mic had a surprisingly strong grip. In the end he gave up and just sulked in the villain’s arms with a grumpy scowl as the blond draped a towel over him, resigned to his fate. At least he was out of the rain.

“Oh man, you’re lucky I found you!” Mic commented, looking down at him with a concerned frown. “A lil’ fella like yourself could drown in all that rain!” He switched on the light switch by the door, illuminating one of the most rundown and shabby apartments Shouta had ever seen. And considering his meager salary as an underground hero, he’d seen a lot of crummy places while apartment hunting. “You’ll be safe here, just make yourself at home you little cutie!”

Shouta just silently scowled at his current predicament. He just wanted to get warm and dry and take a nice, long nap until this stupid Quirk wore off. (It better wear off.)

The Quirk did not wear off.

Morning found Shouta still very much a feline, much to his ire. He woke up well before Mic, the blond snoozing away in his bedroom (Shouta had chosen to sleep on the couch, which had literal patches sewn on it, he’d never seen that outside cartoons), and Shouta felt no small amount of irritation at the fact he still had this stupid feline body. At least he was warm and dry now. That didn’t make him any happier about the situation though.

A glance at the bathroom mirror had revealed himself to be particularly mangy and stocky rather than sleek and agile-looking like most cats. His long hair had turned into thick, shaggy fur, the black coloration adding an air of dirtiness as opposed to the soft and fluffy feeling exuded by Mic’s actual cat. Sprinkles, if the name written on the food bowl was accurate.

Speaking of the food bowl, Mic was now beaming down at Shouta as he sat next to the now-full bowl. “Come on, it’s safe to eat!” Mic goaded—nay, practically pleaded with him, his mouth pulled into a pout as he looked down at Shouta. “You have to be hungry, little guy!”

Shouta just glowered at him, ignoring the bowl. Nope. Not gonna eat that. He might be a cat for now (seriously this stupid thing better wear off on its own), but he was NOT going to eat cat food.

Mic sighed, seeming to accept the fact as he turned to begin rifling through the cabinet. Good, looks like he got the picture and was looking for something else to feed him. “It’s the bowl, right?” he muttered. Wait, what? Mic turned around holding a cracked plastic soup bowl, dumping another scoop of kitty kibble into it before setting it next to Shouta. “There! This bowl doesn’t smell like Sprinkles, so it should be good, right?”

He beamed down at Shouta, clearly proud of his understanding of cats. Shouta just stared at him blandly, making no move to touch it, and Mic soon deflated. “Eh, you’ll get hungry try it eventually,” he muttered, turning away with a sigh and trudging off to his bedroom. Shouta watched him leave with a blank face, still pointedly ignoring the bowl of cat food.

As he sat there Sprinkles sauntered over and plopped down on the floor next to him, blinking her large eyes at him as she studied him curiously. Normally, Shouta would be happy to be in the presence of a cat, especially one who seemed as sweet and friendly as Sprinkles. Seeing as he himself was currently a cat, however, he found his joy slightly diminished. He couldn’t exactly pet her with paws, which sucked since her fluffy white fur looked particularly soft and silky.

For now, he settled for patting her leg with his paw to try to satiate the urge. Sadly, it did not have the same effect as running his fingers through her fur. He sulked up until he heard a gasp, and turned to see Mic staring at him with sparkly eyes from the door to his bedroom. He bounced over with a giant grin and bent down next to them. “So adorable!” he gushed, rubbing Shouta’s head affectionately.

At this point, Shouta’s broody mood outweighed the urge to claw off his hand.

“So, I already have Sprinkles,” Mic mused aloud, “So what do you think of the name... Pickles?”

Scratch that. Shouta proceeded to do so literally, highly satisfied by the startled and pained yelp from the blond.

“Ow! Ow! Okay, not Pickles! Ouch, that really hurts!”

Day two of being a cat. Shouta was now covered in clothes while Mic loudly rooted through his dresser.

“Where is that shirt?” Mic grumbled to himself, tossing a pair of jeans over his shoulder. Why he apparently stored pants and shirts in the same drawers, Shouta had no idea. Why did a person need this many clothes? Granted, he barely bothered with more than the minimal amount needed himself. But still.

Also, what was that guy even aiming at? Shouta was sitting in the doorway, not even fully in the room!

Mic made a sound of triumph as he held up a shirt in an eye-searing chartreuse, on the more yellow end of the spectrum. A fact Shouta knew only because he’d spent an hour arguing with one of his students over demanding to use the color in their costume two years ago. Why. Why did anyone have clothing in that shade.

Mic turned around with a grin, but his smile quickly faded to a look of confusion. “Puddles? Puddles, where are you?” Shouta’s eye twitched, still displeased with the name (seriously, what was with this guy’s preoccupation with English words?), but it beat literally every other suggestion the villain had. Even if he didn’t like the whole reminder of being pulled out of a puddle.

He gave a displeased mrow and Mic blinked and bent down next to the discarded pile of clothes, lifting up a pants leg to see Shouta’s eyes glowering up at him. “Oh, there you are, you silly baby!” Shouta glared at him, willing all his disdain to show through his eyes. Mic was unfazed. “Aw, geez, now I need to wash the hair off this stuff!” Mic playfully scolded as he started picking up the clothes.

You literally threw it on me, Shouta thought silently. You have no one to blame but yourself for this. He waited patiently for Mic to lift the clothes off him, depositing them on his bed to be washed later. Shouta took silent pleasure in the glimpse of black hairs stuck to them.

Mic pulled on the eye-searing shirt while Shouta continued to sit and brood, chattering all the while. “Man, I am so stoked to see this band tonight! I feel kinda bad leaving you alone here all day when you’re still getting used to the place, but you’ll have Sprinkles to keep you company so you shouldn’t be too lonely!” He grabbed what Shouta presumed to be his work uniform and folded the shirt over his arm, giving Shouta a final pet as he strode past him. Shouta remained in place, pointedly ignoring him as he continued to sulk and brood.

Approximately ten seconds later Mic returned, looking notably dejected. “Your bowl is still full,” he said glumly. “Are you seriously on some sort of hunger strike?” Shouta made a rumbling noise halfway between a meow and a grumble, and Mic groaned, dragging his hand down his face. “C’mon, Puddles, I’m on a limited budget here! Do I need to steal expensive food for you?”

Shouta responded with a pointed glare. He would NOT condone Mic stealing cat food for him. As a hero, he couldn’t allow even the most trivial of crimes, even if they had good intentions behind them. Plus, he had a feeling the blond would try feeding him a wet canned food next, and the thought of the slimy-looking can-shaped meat chunk just made him want to shudder.

(He pointedly ignored the fact he stole one of the pieces of chicken from Mic’s dinner last night when the blond wasn’t looking. He was a cat right now, cats did not need to obey any laws, and snagging food from someone’s plate wasn’t exactly illegal anyway.)

“I still have that concert tonight so it’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Mic sighed, and then nodded to himself with a look of renewed resolve. “I can’t let you starve though! We’ll have to improvise for now!” He marched off to the kitchen, and Shouta followed silently, letting himself feel a glimmer of hope. That hope was soon rewarded when he found Mic rooting through the fridge, pulling out a can of sardines.

Not my first choice but I’ll take it. Shouta trotted over as Mic put it on a paper plate, hopping onto the counter to begin chowing down before he could even pick up the plate. Relief visibly flooded Mic’s face as he ate, his shoulders slumping and a breath of air escaping him. “Oh thank goodness, I was getting worried there! Kinda picky for a stray though, aren’tcha?” Shouta just rumbled in the back of his throat, too busy eating to respond otherwise.

“Welp, I gotta run if I want to get to work on time,” Mic said, glancing at the clock. “See you later, cool cats! Sprinkles, make sure Puddles doesn’t get into trouble while I’m gone!” The white cat meowed in response, and with a jaunty wave Mic departed, the click of the door shutting and locking ringing particularly heavily in the ensuing silence. Shouta’s head snapped up, eyes locking on the door.

Okay, he’s finally gone. Time to see if I can find an escape route. Shouta had no intention of staying here absolutely longer than necessary; the sooner he found someone he knew, the better. Finishing off the sardines, he leaped off the counter and made his way to the door, determined to get out.

Ten minutes of trying to open it later, he found his resolve faltering though. Cat paws just weren’t good for turning round doorknobs, even with the advantage of knowing how they worked. And that didn’t even account for trying to just reach it. There were no convenient surfaces near the handle to stand on, so he spent most of those ten minutes just hopping up and down trying to reach it.

As he found himself clinging to the knob with all four limbs trying desperately not to slide off, he finally conceded this probably wouldn’t work.

Letting himself fall to the ground, he proceeded to sullenly slink to the rest of the apartment to search for an alternate route. He’d neglected to explore the apartment the previous day beyond the bathroom and the main living space, as he’d rather not look around a villain’s place too much. Beyond the whole “don’t intend to stay more than a day” thing, he didn’t really feel keen on the “invasion of privacy” thing. The man might be technically a villain, but honestly, Shouta viewed him as more of a nuisance than dangerous.

After checking the window in the living room and confirming it would be even more of a hassle to open than the front door, he reluctantly turned his attention to the bedroom. The door was half-closed, and he felt apprehensive as he crept towards it because, again, invasion of privacy. He’d only sat outside the door that morning because Mic was being noisy and he was curious. He hadn’t been able to see a window then, but there could be one on the wall outside his view, and if he got lucky it would be open. So he nudged open the door, looking around, and—

............

That was a lot of Eraserhead merchandise.

Shouta just stared at the collection of posters and other objects in the corner where two dressers met, as if staring would make it disappear or somehow become... something else. Anything else. But nope, it all stayed in place, from the folded shirt to the homemade banner with ‘ERASERHEAD’ written in large English letters.

I don’t even HAVE merchandise. What the actual hell. Those looked like replicas of his capture weapon and goggles, though the color was slightly off, and... Was that a plushie of him? Hopping onto one of the dressers and prodding at the small doll curiously, he confirmed it was, indeed, a hand-made plushie of him.

Mic returned several hours later to Sprinkles pawing at Shouta as he hid under the couch. Mic, naturally, just assumed Shouta was spooked and proceeded to spend about half an hour trying to coax him out. Shouta pointedly ignored his cooing and just remained curled up in the safe embrace of the darkness, wishing desperately he could unsee what he had seen.

Day three of being a cat. Shouta had finally emerged from his spot under the couch to dine on more sardines, having resumed his usual cool demeanor after the initial shock and embarrassment at seeing the shrine. What shrine? Shouta saw absolutely no hand-made plushies or other merchandise of himself, Mic’s room was absolutely normal. Well, as normal as a bedroom belonging to Present Mic could be.

More important than nonexistent merchandise, he was starting to wonder if the Quirk had a time limit. Was he doomed to be forever a cat? No, no, he’d give it a week before he started to panic. A lot of long-lasting Quirks had a week-long time limit, there was no reason to assume it didn’t have a limit. No need to freak out just yet—

What was that spot?

Shouta froze, transfixed by a yellowish dot moving on the floor next to him. Gaze following it intently, he tentatively slapped his paw over it, only for it to appear on top of it. He blinked in mild surprise, and when he withdrew his paw the spot didn’t move with it instead, remaining in the exact place on the floor.

Had he been human he would have frowned at it, so for now he settled for squinting. What is this thing? After a few seconds the weird spot moved away and bounced in a small circle along the tile floor. Eyes narrowing, he slowly crept towards it and pounced again, only for it to once more appear atop his paw.

Another confused blink, and he quickly retreated, circling it warily. He slowly reached out to tap it, watching the spot overlap with his dark fur before quickly withdrawing his paw. Nearby he heard Mic give a soft giggle, which he chose to ignore as he inspected the spot more thoroughly. Obviously it wasn’t a bug, or even anything physical.

Is it a light? he thought. It was the most reasonable explanation. But what kind of yellow light is that small and able to move like that? The only light he could think of were—wait.

Shouta abruptly froze as the spot zoomed away, just staring into space as gears clicked into place in his mind.

Did I seriously fall for a laser pointer? he thought in disbelief. Another soft giggle from Mic drew his attention to the blond, and he confirmed his suspicion instantly upon seeing him pointing a pen-like device towards the wall. His left hand pressed against his mouth as he watched the two cats from a distance, an amused smile peeking through his fingers.

I fell for a laser pointer, Shouta mentally reiterated in mild shock.

In his defense, his new eyes had a more limited range of color so he couldn’t exactly tell the light was red. Had he been able to see its color, he would’ve made the connection right away. Somehow, his newfound red-green colorblindness had slipped his mind with everything else going on. Come to think of it, that hideous shirt Mic wore yesterday might not actually be that hideous. Huh.

As Shouta stared at him Mic’s smile faded, his hand lowering from his mouth as he frowned. He looked kind of... disappointed? Shouta blinked, briefly confused by the change in expression, until he saw the laser zoom past his paws again. Oh. Mic was still trying to play with him. Yeah, Shouta got pretty dejected too when his own cat lost interest.

As he watched Mic’s shoulders slump he felt a twinge of guilt, and decided to take pity on the man. He abruptly spun and pounced onto the light, the laser bouncing wildly as Mic startled. As the laser swerved away and Shouta chased after it, he snuck a glance at Mic to find him grinning brilliantly, his eyes sparkling. That looked much better than the sad look he’d been sporting.

Shouta was only doing this because he was bored. Cats had very limited options for mental stimulation, it was only logical to take advantage of a distraction when he had the chance. The fact it made Mic happy had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.

Day four of being a cat.

Shouta was learning more about Mic than he ever wanted to, and not just because he was forced to inhabit the same space as the man. No, Mic had apparently decided that cats made perfect receptacles for venting.

Shouta felt ready for a villain to burst through the wall and end his misery now as Mic laid on his bed, venting to him in a manner eerily reminiscent a teenage girl. The comparison was more apt than Shouta expected actually, given the man’s obsession with appearances and melodramatic tendencies in his villain persona. He kind of reminded him of an unholy fusion of Ashido and Jirou.

So far he’d heard everything. Rants about the awful music selection played at the convenience store on the way to his job. The atrocious battery life of his cell phone and the hassle of carrying a charger everywhere. The apartment manager who always drew out and loudly over-enunciated her words after she first noticed his hearing aids, making it even harder to understand her (actually a valid grievance, Shouta admitted).

And Shouta just sat there with a grumpy look, trying to convey his utter lack of interest through his sour glare. Part of him contemplated just leaving, but he had actually been quite comfortable sitting on this pillow before Mic came in and flopped onto the bed with an exasperated, “You won’t believe the day I’ve had!” Aside from the noise, this pillow was still quite comfortable, much moreso than the couch, which was worn enough he could feel the springs creak under his weight. So he just tried to ignore the venting.

It was not as easy as he hoped.

“—And then there’s my shitty job—god I hate that place!” the blond muttered, poking Shouta’s ear. His ear twitched away from the touch, just squinting at him with disdain. You seem to hate a lot of places, he thought sarcastically. “They treat me like shit!” Most “villains” would try destroy a place if they really hated it that much.

“It’s all just so horrible!” the blond finished with a dramatic groan, while Shouta watched on with absolutely no sympathy. Screw this, the couch is lumpy but at least it’s quiet there. He was about to get up and leap away when the blond perked up, a bright smile lighting up his face. “But y’know what makes everything better?”

No, what? Shouta thought sarcastically, knowing he’d find out either way.

“Eraserhead!” Wait what? Shouta tensed at the mention of his name, staring wide-eyed and starting to feel rising panic as Mic began gushing about him. “Seeing him always makes me so much happier!” Okay, he really should have seen this coming, since the villain was pretty overt about his romantic intentions towards Shouta in... literally every encounter they had. “He’s my boyfriend y’know? Sooo cute!” Wait, wait, what—no, back up!! We’re not dating— “He kicks my ass a lot but only ’cuz that’s his job!”

Don’t say it like! That makes it sound like an abusive relationship!! A distressed hiss nearly escaped Shouta, but it was silenced by the all-consuming panic and embarrassment that had gripped him. Mic had a dreamy-looking smile on his face, his eyes almost glittering as he loudly proclaimed, “I love him a lot!”

Oh my god. He really IS a teenage girl. Shouta felt like he was watching a disaster movie play out in real time, and in a way he was. The disaster that was Mic’s delusional take of their relationship. Did this idiot even understand how healthy relationships worked!? Why do you even love me so much!?

Maybe his feline features were more expressive than he thought, or maybe Mic was just in a mood to gush over him, because the blond gave a dreamy sigh and proceeded to elaborate.

“Man, you should see him in action. He’s so graceful and agile, like a cat.” More literally than you know right now, Shouta thought sullenly. “And he totally doesn’t back down even if the other guy’s, like, ten times his size!” That would be a sixty-foot-tall person, Mic. That would be unrealistic and just makes me sound reckless. “And he manages to take them down with nothing but his skills and his awesome scarf!” I wish I could take down a sixty-foot-tall giant with just that.

“And plus, he totally punched a reporter in the face this one time!” Mic continued, and that one admittedly caught Shouta’s attention. Usually people highlighted that incident as a bad one, not a good quality. “It’s just, there’s so many heroes out there who only seem to care about the press, y’know?

“Don’t get me wrong, I love big and flashy stunts as much as the next guy—I mean, as long as I’m not, you know, actually facing All Might myself, haha, oh thank god he’s retired now and that won’t ever happen—but some of them just feel... hollow.” Mic waved his hand with a vague frown. muttering. “Like, they do it more for the cameras than a feeling of doing good, I guess?

“But Eraserhead,” he breathed with a small smile, rolling onto his side to gaze at the totally nonexistent shrine as he rambled, “He doesn’t care about that stuff. He’s willing to put his life on the line to save everyone! Hell, that poster of him over there” which does not exist “doesn’t show it, but he has this big scar under his eye. Like this, see?”

He twisted his torso to face Shouta again and traced a crescent-shaped line under his right eye, mirroring the one currently visible on Shouta’s face at that very moment, seriously how dense could a guy be!? “And you know how he got it?” Mic asked, and yes, he did. It was hard to forget having his face slammed into the pavement and ground against it by a Noumu while his students were watching nearby—

“He got it protecting his students, barely even a full week after meeting them.”

The sheer reverence in Mic’s voice silenced any snarky internal commentary, Shouta just blinking slowly. Any lingering traces of the dopey smile had faded by this point, replaced by a more serious look he rarely saw on the blond. “Eraserhead almost died then. I heard he was lucky to even still be able to see. I sent him a card of course, and took over his patrol route for him until he got better,” wait, was THAT why there wasn’t a massive spike in crime while he was gone, “but man, it was such a close call...”

He sighed, letting his head flop back onto the mattress as he stared into space. “It’s just... He went to work expecting a normal day, and instead he ended up facing a giant ambush of, like, two dozen guys or more. And he just went in anyway, knowing he’d probably die. And that—that takes a lot of guts. Guts, and heart.”

Shouta remained silent, just... staring at him. Slowly he slumped atop the pillow and rolled onto his side, staring into space. He had a lot to think about now.

Night four of being a cat. Shouta was currently in Mic’s bed. Repeat: Shouta was currently in Mic’s bed.

Don’t move, he silently commanded himself, staring wide-eyed into the darkness as he remained perfectly still. At some point after listening to Mic confess his undying love he’d fallen asleep, and apparently Mic had taken it as invitation to use him as a teddy bear. The sleeping blond had one arm tossed over Shouta essentially trapping him in place, the hero-turned-feline pressed close to his front. By “close”, he meant he could feel Mic’s breaths tickle the fur on his ears, feel his steady heartbeat against his back.

Had he been human Shouta would probably be blushing right now. Actually, he might still be doing so underneath the thick fur judging by how warm his face felt. This was the most intimately close he’d gotten to another person in... well, ever. Aizawa Shouta was not a tactile person by any means. ...But even with his limited experience he’d never been this physically close to someone.

They were sharing a pillow, for crying out loud!

Part of him wanted to worm his way out and abscond to the couch, pretending this never happened, but... at the same time, he didn’t really want to move. Mic’s body felt so warm. The arm draped over Shouta didn’t feel heavy, but instead oddly comforting. The rhythm of Mic’s heartbeat and the steady rising and falling of his chest gently pushed against his back, providing a silent lullaby that put him strangely at ease.

This was so illogical. Mic was a villain—well, more of a public nuisance, but still—Shouta shouldn’t feel so safe around him. But something about being pressed so close to the blond, half-covered by the blankets and with his head laying against the surprisingly soft pillow, just filled him with an odd sense of contentment.

He could feel Mic shift in his sleep, unconsciously pulling Shouta just a little bit closer. “Soft,” he mumbled, the word slurred and quiet, barely recognizable, yet still full of a deep fondness that tugged at Shouta’s heart. He exhaled slowly before closing his eyes, willing the tension to fade from his body as he curled a little closer to Mic.

Just one night won’t be too bad. I just need to make sure he never finds out I’m the cat.

Day five of being a cat. Shouta took back anything nice he ever said about Mic.

“How do you like your new bowtie Puddles?” Mic asked enthusiastically, hugging a very unenthusiastic Shouta with a giant grin.

“Mow,” he replied dejectedly. This is the worst thing I’ve had to endure in my entire life.

“I agree!” Mic proclaimed cheerfully.

“Mow.” No, you don’t, or you wouldn’t be doing this to me.

Now that he was aware of his current colorblindness, Shouta had no idea what the bow tie actually looked like, but he didn’t think any color scheme could make it look less tacky. It had polka dots. Nemuri might claim Shouta had a horrific fashion sense (not that he cared enough to agree or disagree), but even he acknowledged that a polka dot bowtie was the epitome of stupid looking.

Sprinkles mewed loudly as she pawed at Mic’s leg, blinking up at them with those large green eyes of hers. Similar to Shouta, she also wore a bowtie, this one a sparkly sequined thing that might be either green or pink. Unlike him, Mic positioned it so the bow was on the back of her neck, which Shouta found to be a perfectly practical and overall lovely choice for a female cat. Clearly she was used to being dressed up, as she made no fuss over it.

“What’s that, Sprinkles?” Mic asked, bending down and finally releasing Shouta from his hold. Shouta promptly began tugging at the bowtie with his paw, silently cursing his lack of opposable thumbs to aid in removing it. His tiny toes couldn’t get a good enough grip to do anything but pat it, much to his dismay.

While he sulked over that Mic held out his arms, Sprinkles jumping into his hold without further prompting. As she did her poofy tail coincidentally whacked Shouta in the face, making him jolt and sneeze. He shot her a sour look, while Mic just laughed as he swept her up and hugged her to his chest. “Hey, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he accused playfully. The white feline meowed and bumped her head against his chin, eyes sliding shut as she purred.

The accusation made Shouta’s eyes narrow, his glare growing harsher. Mic snickered at his expression before turning his attention back to Sprinkles, his grin softening to something more gentle and fond. “I get what you’re doing. You’re just jealous of all the attention I’m giving Puddles, aren’t you?” He adjusted his grip to scratch her chin and Sprinkles seemed to melt in his arms at the attention, a look of pure bliss on her face. “But you don’t need to be jealous. You’re still my adorable sweetheart.”

As he watched the pair Shouta felt his ire melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. The love and adoration in Mic’s face as he gazed down upon Sprinkles was nothing but genuine, the relaxed slump to her body an indication of total trust and happiness.

A guy who cares about cats that much can’t be that bad, he thought to himself quietly.

Half an hour later, he rescinded that thought when Mic posed with him and Sprinkles, all three wearing matching hats and bowties as he tried to angle his phone for a good selfie. He silently vowed to get his paws on that phone and dump it in the toilet as soon as he had the chance.

Day six of being a cat.

Mic had returned from his job a few minutes prior, which was just as well since Shouta had unfortunately confirmed that operating a laser pointer without thumbs was hard. He had a feeling Sprinkles had been more frustrated by the erratic movement and blinking of the dot than usual during his attempts to play with her. At some point she’d clocked onto Shouta as being the source of her frustration, because she had decided to ignore the laser in favor of jumping at him.

“Wow, you two did a lot of roughhousing today, huh?” Mic asked as he sat on the floor with Sprinkles in his lap, running a brush through her fur. Strands of black had gotten mixed into her otherwise pristine white coat, the usually fluffy and silky texture more ruffled and messy from their small wrestling match. Shouta himself looked no better; he could see white furs spot his paws, almost seeming to glow against his own pitch black coat.

He had taken refuge atop a cabinet in the far corner to get away from Sprinkles, and now took advantage of his vantage point to just... observe them. Mic clearly brushed Sprinkles often judging by her reaction. She purred contently as he gently dragged the brush along her head, her ears briefly flattening beneath the bristles before popping back into their usual perky position. She leaned into the strokes, arching her back slightly while her cheek rubbed against his chest.

The sheer love in Mic’s expression was visible to anyone, his smile so much softer than Shouta ever thought the loud and hyper man to be capable of. Plucking a few lingering strands of black fur, he set the brush down and lightly nudged her off his lap. Sprinkles hopped off his lap and strutted away, the blond watching with obvious fondness.

Those warm green eyes turned to Shouta, making him stiffen. “Okay, your turn,” he said, patting his lap invitingly. When Shouta didn’t move he got up and walked over, stopping next to the cabinet. “Come on, time to get down.”

“...Mrow,” Shouta responded in a surprisingly meek way. I would, but I’m kinda stuck, he thought sheepishly. Climbing the cabinet had been one thing, but now that he was on top of it... well, the drop to the floor looked much higher than he thought.

This is so illogical, he thought sulkily. As a human he’d made plenty of larger jumps (with the support of his capture weapon of course), but as a cat the drop seemed a lot bigger. He also lacked the fine-tuned reflexes and familiarity with his body he’d developed from years of training with it, so he felt considerably less confident about his ability to safely jump from such a height without hurting himself in some way.

Mic seemed to pick up on his unease, a small frown settling on his face. “Hey, Puddles, are you nervous?” he asked. “Here, come on, just hop on down. I’ll catch you, okay?” He held out his arms, and Shouta blinked, slow and catlike. Seriously? He was asking a cat to jump into his arms? The rational part of him scoffed, since he knew a normal cat wouldn’t be able to understand such a thing.

But... the less rational, cat-loving part of him, understood. How many times had he tried to coax a cat to jump down from a branch, to leap right into his open arms, logic be damned? Seeing that earnest look on the blond’s face, the encouraging little smile silently asking him to trust him... It made something feel content in Shouta’s chest.

And so, he jumped.

His jump was clumsy and awkward, his mobility just as hindered by his lack of familiarity with this body as he suspected. One of his hind paws ended up catching on the edge of the cabinet, turning a would-be graceful leap into a fumbling tumble. Mic shot forward and caught him, the drop to his arms nowhere near as long as it would be to the floor.

Shouta blinked dumbly as he stared up at the blond, cradled almost like an infant. He had a perfect view of the blond’s smile, relief clear in his face. “Oof! Almost slipped there! Don’t worry though, I got ya buddy.” He carried Shouta over to where he’d left the brush and sat on the floor, rolling Shouta onto his stomach with the feline settled in his lap. He picked up the brush and pulled off the fur already caught in the bristles before he began running it through Shouta’s fur, the strokes light and gentle.

Shouta tensed, memories of painful attempts to brush his own hair flashing through his mind. Tugging his brush through particularly bad knots sometimes felt just as painful as getting slammed into the wall by a villain, and he didn’t look forward to feeling it all over his body. To his surprise the strokes were light and gentle though, each one strangely soothing, and—dare he say it... nice.

He practically melted in Mic’s lap as the bristles stroked through his thick fur, Mic using his free hand to pluck individual white furs that the brush couldn’t capture. “I bet you’ve never been brushed before, have you?” he mused aloud. “You look like you’ve lived your whole life on the streets, you poor thing. Don’t worry though, those days are over.”

Shouta gave a throaty hum, his eyelids sliding shut. It was exactly the kind of thing he had told his own cat when he’d first brought her home, some distant part of his mind noted. He didn’t know how much time passed with Mic brushing him, his mind slipping into a content haze.

It felt like all too soon Mic finished, setting the brush down. He didn’t nudge Shouta off just yet like he did with Sprinkles though, instead pulling Shouta into a small hug. The mellow haze which had consumed his senses lifted slightly at that, a single golden eye peeking open as he felt the blond scratch his ear.

“Hard to believe it’s been a little under a week since I found you.” Mic had a gentle smile as he stared down at Shouta, his eyes soft and lidded. “It already feels like you’ve been part of the family a lot longer.” His hand fell away from Shouta’s head, joining his other arm to wrap around him in a slightly tighter hug. “It might be silly, but I’m glad you’re here—it gets quite lonely at times. Pathetic, I know.”

The blond gave a self-deprecating chuckle while Shouta just sat in his arms, staring forward blankly. Right now, he could feel nothing but pure love radiating from Mic, his genuine and powerful fondness for what he believed to be a normal cat quite evident despite only knowing “Puddles” for less than a week. And hearing him call himself pathetic so easily didn’t sit right with Shouta.

Before he knew it he’d twisted in Mic’s hold and bumped his head against the man’s chest, purring lowly as he rubbed his head against him. He could feel the blond perk up, sitting a little straighter. “Oh! You’re a cuddly kitty!”

Shouta just kept purring, eyes sliding shut as he felt the blond gently scratch his back.

This, he thought distantly, was contentment. This was happiness. Just being in the arms of someone who cared about you, and showing you cared about them back, even if just a little.

Maybe being stuck as a cat wasn’t so bad after all.

Morning seven found Shouta rousing to consciousness slowly, his eyes feeling crusted shut and refusing to open. His muscles felt notably more sore than they had the past week, making him groan lowly and curl up a little tighter. Ugh, stupid cat body... He forced his eyes to blink open, and for a moment he was confused.

Doesn’t the room seem a bit... brighter? He frowned, squinting blearily at the shrine (not a shrine, what shrine, those were just random posters of a random guy who happened to resemble him) which seemed a bit more colorful than he remembered. The sand crusting his eyes made it hard to focus, and he reached a hand to rub it away before pausing. Wait a minute, is my hand human?

Behind him Hizashi slowly stirred to consciousness as the mattress shifted, a distant part of his mind registering it dip heavily to the side. A sleepy little moan slipped past his lips, barely audible to even the keenest ears, his eyes drowsily fluttering open to see something dark and furry in front of his face.

Puddles? he thought hazily, but as his vision came into focus his still-drowsy mind quickly registered that it was not his feline. No, it was the back of a human head, a man sitting up on the other side of his bed. A flash of peach near the blankets drew his eyes to an arm with a starburst-shaped scar on the elbow, the blanket falling slightly as the man lifted his torso and wait his back was totally bare, holy shit this guy’s totally naked and he’s in my bed. Any lingering drowsiness vanished instantly as he bolted upright.

“What the fuck!?” Hizashi screamed as he bolted upright, Quirk unconsciously activating in his shock.

Shouta flinched and sat straight up, his hair whipping around his face in the voice-fueled blast of wind as he gripped the blanket against his chest. Well, the Quirk finally wore off at least. Okay, he doesn’t have his glasses yet. Hopefully he won’t be able to recognize you and you can just run before he gets them—

“Wait, wha—ERASERHEAD!?”

So much for that. As Mic’s voice devolved into a high-pitched squeak of horror Shouta rubbed at his eyes with a quiet groan, doing his best to ignore the sudden silence that fell over the room. After a few seconds past he turned his head slightly to look at the blond, finding him staring at him with an ashen look of shock and disbelief, mouth open but for once producing absolutely no noise. Only took waking up next to me in bed to finally get him to shut up.

“So,” Shouta said awkwardly. “Got any pants I could borrow?”

#erasermic #aizawa shouta #aizawa x hizashi #yamada hizashi #mha #fanfic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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xiubaek-13 · 4 years

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Gods & Myths

Prompt: J-Hope + 3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

Setting/AU: College AU

Warnings: Alcohol use, frat party, sexual tension, lewd humour etc

Word Count: 3,278

You didn’t want to be here. Every fiber of your being wanted desperately to be anywhere that wasn’t at the Gods and Myths party at Ravenwood Academy. It’s not that you hated parties, or despised dressing up, rather, it was that you hated ending up alone at these things. Your friends always came with you, spotted someone they were crushing on and left without fail. Leaving you alone for the remainder of the evening, easy prey for drunk creeps to hit on. Usually you left before they saw you all alone, in your mind you wondered if you had a huge neon sign above you that said Easy Target.

Every time you brought this fact up with them their responses were the same. “Well maybe you should try it sometime.” “It’s not going to hurt you to have fun. Live a little.” “Just do, don’t think about it for once in your life.”

All of that was easier said than done though. Overthinking was a skill of yours, one excelled at. Your friends meant well, you knew that, but it hurt to realise time and time again that in some aspects, they just truly didn’t understand you. You weren’t as outgoing as them and apparently didn’t have anywhere near as high a sex drive as they did. They said you were too picky while you thought that sometimes they weren’t picky enough.

You wanted to be the person who could just switch off and live in the moment but you were too observant, too analytical and too concerned with how what you did at any given moment would impact your life. Other people got to finish class and leave their academic commitments in their dorm, not concerned with how their actions in the night would impact them in the future but not you, the burden of responsibility weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had to get good grades so that you could get a good job and a good career. That was what had been ingrained into you since you were a small child. Romance and frivolity just weren’t luxuries that you could afford.

Regardless of how you feel about social gatherings, you’re here, sitting on Minhee’s bed with Sora while they brainstorm costumes for each of you to wear. According to them this party was a big deal and proper thought should go into your outfit. In your mind it was just middle ground between angels & devils and toga party. Wear a coloured sheet and something on your head and drink. It seemed simple to you but to your friends, it was more. They were well known for their partying ways and impeccable costumes. How you ended up with these two as your best friends you’ll never know, but you wouldn’t have it any other way… most of the time.

Minhee stands in front of her wardrobe facing the two of you with her arms crossed in front of her, resolute in her statement. “As a history major I refuse to allow the three of us to be basic. There will be enough Aphrodite’s, Hera’s, Athena’s and Persephone’s in attendance so we need something unique.”

“Why don’t we go as the three fates?” Sora offers as she flips through a Greek Mythology book.

Minhee shakes her head. “No, then we’d have to spend the entire night together so that our costumes made sense.”

“Wow, you make hanging out together sound like a punishment.” You remark.

Her eyes roll. “You know that’s not how I meant it. If we do a group costume then we have to stick together. At the biggest party of the academic year.” Next to you Sora nods. If she thinks this is convincing you that she wasn’t being harsh before, she’s sorely mistaken.

“What Minhee is trying to say is that Jaebum is going to be there and she wants to get that.” She chuckles as she looks at you. “We love you dearly, but we both have goals for this party, and apparently that means we need standalone costumes. Otherwise Minhee will be insufferable because she couldn’t jump JB’s bones because we did a group costume… which is not a crazy persons reasoning at all.”

You can’t help but laugh at Sora’s bluntness. You knew they’d both be wanting to impress their crushes and that they would not be sticking with you all night. Still, the reality of being alone at a party yet again kind of dampens the mood for you. “Then Minhee should be Nyx.” You state.

“Primordial goddess of the night?” She asks, to no one in particular.

You shrug. “Look if there was a goddess of determination to get that dick then I’d pick that one for you. This is the closest thing.”

Sora collapses into the bed in a fit of laughter at your words while Minhee feigns offence, doing her best to not laugh yet. “Are you calling me a skank?”

“Of course not. If I wanted to do that I’d have suggested Peitho.” Minhee sputters as her cool facade cracks and she joins Sora in a fit of laughter, doubling over and grabbing the wardrobe with her spare hand to brace herself as she laughs.

“You bitch.” She says as she regains her composure.

“Honestly, the lengths you go to for dick.” You do your best to sound nonchalant but a laugh breaks through.

“For that uncalled for comment you get to be Hecate, it’s not in the mythology books but I’m pretty sure she was a snarky biatch like you.” She points at Sora as you crack up laughing. “And you can be Kotys, you party animal.”

***

The party is going almost exactly how you imagined it would. The three of you arrived, wading through a crowd of multiple Hades, Persephone, Zeus, Hera, Apollo & Aphrodite costumes. Minhee and Sora are ecstatic that no one seems to have picked the goddesses that the three of you did but a small part of you wishes you could blend in with the crowd, it would make escaping drunk horny guys later so much easier.

You had to give it to the decorators. They had outdone themselves this year. The large dining hall had been transformed into a Greek paradise. There was a Mount Olympus in the back corner, a Dionysus themed bar, hanging gardens, beautifully draped sheets around fake columns. There were games all around the room, based off ancient Olympics and myths. You spotted a stone grotto where you had to trick Medusa, a makeshift river Styx, the list went on.

It was hard to believe that this was the dining hall. The spot where you usually sat for your meals was currently the entrance to hell and where you normally sat was Yoongi, dressed as Hades, trying to convince people to actually pay him money to be kept safe. You laughed to yourself, remembering the time that Minhee had her sights set on him only to be shut down because he didn’t want to fuck someone who didn’t know what an arpeggio was. She had been livid for weeks. She thought it was some kind of pasta. You and Sora hadn’t let her live it down, much to her displeasure.

The rest of his group are performing similar grifts around the room. Namjoon is at Mount Olympus, dressed as Zeus and giving orders as King of the Gods. Jimin is dressed as Eros and is wandering around pushing people together, daring them to kiss. Dressed is a loose statement given the minimal amount of coverage he has going for him but that kind of goes hand in hand with being the god of sexual desire, attraction, love and procreation. Jin is dressed as Plutus and in his drunken stupor keeps telling everyone “Opulence, I own everything!” Taehyung is behind the bar, dressed as Dionysus, reveling in getting partygoers drunk out of their brains. Jungkook is Heracles, doing upside down keg stands and challenging people to arm wrestling and Mario Kart, probably not exactly the picture of the greatest hero but he fits the strongest man on earth part of the brief. Hoseok is Caerus, flitting around the room to each of the games and convincing people to do things they normally wouldn’t, telling them he felt lucky about their odds of winning if they did as he suggested. Whoever put those 7 in charge as hosts for the evening was either out of their mind or a genius.

Shortly after arriving Sora directs you to the bar, making sure the three of you have drinks in your hands at all times then drags your trio over to a group who are playing a range of drinking games loosely based off mythology. So loosely that you’d wager that they were just playing normal drinking games and adding one greek work to them to fit the theme of the party. You glance at Minhee, thinking she might have hit the nail on the head with the goddess she picked for Sora, who raises a brow at you as if to say I was dead on right?

You stand back with Minhee while Sora leads the next round of games, completely in her element as the life of the party. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the very person who Minhee keeps searching for. She probably thinks she’s being subtle but to you she looks like a lost bird with how much her head is darting around as she scans the room. You nudge her, directing her attention towards her mark. “He’s over there when you’re ready to go throw yourself at him.”

She scoffs at you and smirks. “Don’t be ridiculous, I won’t need to throw myself at him, have you seen me in this dress?” To make sure you get the full effect she twirls and poses for you, her shamelessness making you cringe.

“Oh my god, just go already.”

Sora appears beside you, laughing. “Looks like I have perfect timing!” she says as she latches onto your arm, her grip ironclad, tugging it towards the centre of the group where the games are being played. “Come on, we’re playing the next game.”

“Wha-” you start to protest, refusing to budge from your spot. You don’t join in at these parties. You observe. You’re not the free spirited type. You don’t know the social cues or the rules for these games.

“No excuses. If you fuck up the game you drink, if you win you drink. Pretty simple really.” She holds onto your arm tightly, no intentions of letting you flee. “For once, try to enjoy yourself.” She says.

Begrudgingly you give up trying to escape. She knows you too well and she has no plans on letting go of you until you’re in the circle and the game is starting. There’s no escape now, not when you’re surrounded. Your anxiety spikes for a moment, wondering if all of the people around you know that you don’t fit in here. That little voice in your head tells you that they’re judging you, mocking you, no matter how hard you try to ignore it.

“What game have you been playing here?” Hoseok asks, appearing out of nowhere, his red locks wreathed in olive branches. That part of his costume irks you. Caerus was always described as bald, with one lock of hair, not a luscious soft looking full head of hair. At least he had the non aging, beautiful part down, because Hoseok was beautiful. His high cheekbones and strong jawline framed his face, inviting eyes and an infectious smile made him hard to resist. You have watched him from a distance at many parties, never actually interacting with words. A few times he caught you staring, only to raise an eyebrow at you and for you to avert your gaze. This is the closest you’d ever been to him at a party and you decide that it is incredibly unfair for him to look that good.

“Escape the Manticore.” Someone says at the same time as you say “Beer Pong.” Hoseok laughs as he moves to the center of the group. He raises his hands, beckoning those in the circle to listen to him.

“An excellent choice of game, however, might I suggest a change in proceedings before Jungkook/Heracles makes his way over here?” The noises from the group seem to lean towards agreeing to change games. Everyone knows that you can’t beat Jungkook at beer pong. The guy is stupidly good at it. Smiling, Hoseok continues. “Might I suggest Sirens Call?”

You scoff. “What’s that, truth or dare?” The crowd laughs at your comment.

“Closer to spin the bottle actually.” Hoseok responds, winking at you as he does so. “Alright, you lot” He says as he points to 7 others, Sora and yourself “are playing this round with me.” You do your best to ignore the wink, surely he does that to everyone. Like Sora, he’s always the life of the party. It probably doesn’t mean anything. Even if part of you wants it to.

Sora claps with glee as she realizes that his selection includes the man she’s been ogling all night, Shownu. He’s a mountain of a man with soft, kind eyes and Sora has been swooning over him for months. You know that she’ll shatter the bottle if it doesn’t land on him when she spins it.

“You look like you want to eat him alive Sora, maybe dial it down a notch.” You murmur.

Her eyes flit to yours for a moment, a mischievous grin on her face. “I’d rather climb him like a tree but eating works as well.”

You don’t get a chance to tell her to keep it in her pants as Hoseok produces a bottle and motions for the ten of you to sit on the floor. “The person spinning the bottle is the siren. Whoever the bottle lands on is their target. If their target succumbs to their call and kisses them they’re out of the game, Sirens were kind of evil guys, they lured men to their deaths. If you resist the siren for thirty seconds then you survive and they are out of the game.

The game progresses as drunken people lock lips and disappear from the game, often wandering off together to continue where they left off, much to Jimin’s delight. Shownu did his best to resist Sora, but your maniac of a friend legitimately climbed him when he refused her request for him to kiss her, straddling his hips and teasingly leaning in, ghosting kisses over his neck, face & mouth until he gave in and captured her lips with his. As she got up and lead Shownu away from the group she winked at you, happy to have secured her man for the night.

Hoseok spins the bottle next. You watch it spin round and round, wondering who it will land on and if they’re going to be able to resist his charms. To your surprise the bottle lands on you. You stare at it in mild shock. Hoseok isn’t supposed to get this close to you. No, you watch him from afar, wondering what it would be like to touch him, to be held by him, to kiss him. But those were only ever supposed to be thoughts, never a reality.

You watch with wide eyes as he crawls towards you, like a predator circling its prey. You don’t know if you are strong enough to resist him, not when his eyes were laser focused on you like that. He’d never looked at you like that before. Whenever he’d caught you staring at him he��d always kept that inviting look in his eyes but that was nowhere to be found right now. It felt like he was staring into your soul which unnerves you. You try to swallow but your throat feels dry, and your hand can’t seem to find your drink.

He closes the distance between the two of you quickly, stopping only once his arms are caging your legs where you sit. He is too close, so close that you can feel his breath fanning your neck, you can smell his cologne, you can’t concentrate. He licks his lips and leans forward, his mouth ghosting your ear. Breathily he says “Kiss me” then moves back slightly so that he can see your face.

If you do as he asks you’ll lose the game, but you will have kissed Jung Hoseok. That little voice inside your head tries to tell you that he’d only be kissing you because of the game, not because he has any interest in you. Another smaller voice speaks up, telling you so what if its only because of the game? You still get to kiss him and if the other voice is wrong, then you’ll have bagged Jung motherfucking Hoseok. Where is the loss for you here?

You stare at his lips longer than you care to admit, at his prominent cupids bow and soft looking lower lip, at the way he slightly smirks when he realises that you’re fixated on his mouth. It feels like aeons but in reality it takes only seconds for the two of you to stare at each other, your eyes flickering because for a moment Hoseok does look like a god, but one who is within your reach, and it causes a quiet breath to escape your lips.

Cautiously you inch forward, and Hoseok cups your cheek with his hand. He feels warm. You lean into his touch, letting yourself indulge in the moment. You press your lips into his, they are softer than you were expecting. He moves his head slightly and your lips slot together perfectly, his hand sliding into your hair. You could end it here, you had already failed the game and there was no need to continue the kiss.

Except that you don’t want it to end. You want more. You press into his lips harder, parting them, and you feel him smile into it as he deepens the kiss. Your hand grips his cloak, as if you’re scared he will let go of you and end this. The nature of the kiss shifts from a soft, sweet meeting of the mouths to a heated, passionate tangling of tongues. When you do break apart its because you both need air. His eyes are hooded and dark as he stares at you as if you are the only person in the room.

Gradually both of you realize that you have an audience and you blush furiously. Hoseok clears his throat and looks around, attempting to put on the mask of the host as he says. “That’s game over. You know how it works now, form your own teams and go.” He grabs your wrist and helps you stand, his eyes never leaving your face. It’s written all over his face, plain as day, that he wants to kiss you again. You want to kiss him again too, but not with so many people around.

“Come with me?” He asks.

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Fading Summer

He held the purple controller with deadly hands, sitting shoulder to shoulder, feet from the TV with Kirishima, Denki, and Deku. The N64 you brought into the dorms has been the center of attention since you pulled it out of the dull cardboard box . Purple grape with one purple grape controller and the other jungle green. The other two controllers where black and midnight blue that you, the ash blonde, Kiri and Mina spent hours....weeks finding so more people could play either Mario kart or Smash bros together.

At first the scarlet eyed boy was aprahensive about the old gaming system. He saw how Kirishima and Pikachu would spend hours upon hours on their shared switch that could have been spent studying or training.

That was until he was challenged by you one lazy afternoon.

"Come on Katsu play one game with us!!!" Eiji begged, patting a spot between you and himself. Katasuki lounged on the couch, legs outstretched as he was planning to watch a movie before you two barged in.

Before you used your puppy dog eyes to get the remote so you two could play.

"No shark face." He sneered over the rim of his book. He locked eyes with you before a smile crept onto those soft lips.

"He's just scared he'll get his asked kicked is all Eiji." She said haunty, as she selected her character.

"Oh like hell I am." He snarls, climbing from the couch and forcing you and Kiri to scoot away from one another to make room.

He never could ignore the call of a challenge. And from then on he bested everyone, everytime in whatever game but you.

When he asked why you wouldn't want a switch instead your face lit up, as if reliving the bitter sweet nostalgia as you said.

"I've just had so many good times playing this with my friends and family. I just can't give it up."

So he had learned to love the feeling of the smooth plastic in his hands as this small thing was something that made him feel closer to you. Especially now that you two spent countless summer hours right here in front of the TV, laughing, shoulder to shoulder with a notebook keeping score of each others wins.

A notebook that lies open to the dark eyed boy, displaying the harsh tallies of class 1As winnings, everyone had at least one inky black tally before Katsuki played.

Everyone but you who had been absent since finishing dinner. His eyes wander to the stairs leading to the girls dorms before "PLAYER ONE WINNER" is bellowed from the TV.

"Come on Katsu let someone else win!" Mina whines as she pouts on the couch

"Nah you dip shits should just get better." He says dropping the controller to make his way to the couch.

"Where's Y/N?" Deku asks earning a glare from the ash blonde for asking first, "She's missing the last tournament before school starts again."

"Oh she said she wasn't feeling too well at dinner." Momo says, bringing the snacks from the kitchen. "She said she was going to bed."

You press the heels of your palms into your eyes.

"Get your shit together." You growl harshly at your reflection. Fat tears threatening to spill again, "Why are you crying over something so fucking stupid!"

Your reflection doesn't answer as you stare yourself in the eye, it only mirrors you splashing hot water onto your face as you scrub a towel over your cheeks.

When you hold eye contact again, it's as if you weren't crying.

You paced in your room, damning yourself for thinking sleep would soothe the weighted void that sits in your chest. Chiseling away at your heart until you were compelled to move.

To run, if even for a moment to have a taste of the dying summer air on your tongue one more time.

You stalk down the stairs quietly, having waited long enough for the tournament to be over. The light from the TV glows faintly in the dark hallway, you eased into the shadows on silent feet with your eyes on the prize.

"Oi, You're not as quiet as you think you are." You jump what feels like six feet in the air. Hand hovering over the cool handle of the front door.

The gruff voice comes from the direction of the living room and you do not need to turn around to know who it belongs too.

You thought for sure that whoever was in the living room was either knocked out or absorbed in the late night TV.

You feel your heart hammer in your chest, blinking furiously at the lingering tears. You're afraid your voice might give you away but your hesitation will tip him off.

"Oh Katsu, you're up so late. And on the first school night!" You tease him as you normally would, though you keep your back to him, he sucks his teeth.

"And where are you going at 10:30 at night?" You don't have to see him to know he is crossing his arms with distaste.

"Im just stepping out to the convenience store." You huff, not sure how much longer you can use your voice evenly.

The sun had already set so early tonight compared to the rest of summer. The sun no longer wanting to kiss the earth, to kiss you for over eight hours a day.

No it was dwindling and dwindling fast.

And that *scared* you.

"This late? By yourself? I don't think so." He says darkly. Hiding the concern in his voice the only way he knows how, with malice.

"Oh Katsuki-kun. I'm a strong independent young hero. I can handle myself for a ten minute walk." Except it won't be a ten minute walk, your feet will urge you further. You pull the handle and with it the door just for it to be slammed shut by a hot palm. He looms over you now, so close you can feel his breath on your ear when he speaks.

"Not by yourself. It can wait til morning. If its medicine I'll get it." You feel his eyes on you as they survey, you bite your lip debating on tricking him.

On sending him on a wild goose chase just so you could sneak out on that ten minute walk.

But you think better of it, he would be honest with you if the shoe was on the other foot and I'm sure he'd want you to be honest now.

Whether you wanted to admit it or not you knew in the back of your head that Bakugou Katsuki could read you like a book and vice versa.

It was only natural with how much time the two of you spent together this summer.

This now decaying summer that you could smell in the air after the rain, the slight smell of decomposing leaves that is so faint you almost think it false until Mina made that damn comment this afternoon. Wrapped in her hot pink towel, yellow eyes glued on Kiri who wrestles with Katsu in the pool.

*"Its gonna be winter before we know it." *

And those words hadn't left you since.

Not even now under the heated gaze of your crush.

The one who kinda reminded you of summer itself.

Hot, explosive like a storm and almost unpredictable.

"I'm going Katsuki." You say darkly, most you faulter but he is not like most, "So you can either let me go alone or you come with me."

He scarlet eyes rover over you, unsure of what you're feeling in the low cast of the moonlight from outside but your tone tells him something is wrong whatever it is.

Something tells him you aren't going to the corner store either.

"Fine." He bites out, resisting the urge to push you against the door to tell you that you are not going, instead he pushes away, "Just let me grab my fucking phone."

He walks backwards to the living room sending you a glare before turning on his heel.

A glare in warning not to leave without him. So you don't.

He huffs as the two of you walk in silence, eyes watching the corner store fade behind the both of you.

"So where are we really headed?" He sighs in mock agony.

"You'll see!!" Your mood has improved some, at least since you pulled in a giant breathe of air when the two of you stepped outside.

The crickets still singing in the warm night, calling to you in their song.

Your eyes look to the sky to see the full moon, your whole body relishing the warmth of the night time air. Smile so wide on your face that it hurts.

A smile that Katsuki finds contagious as his lips turn upwards, eyes glued to you.

You hear a clock chime signaling the time and you gasp, grabbing onto Katsuki's rough hand, dragging him as you break into a full spring.

"We're gonna miss the train!" You yell to him which encourages him to keep pace.

Once the doors close behind you, you both grip your knees gasping for air.

The only other person on the late night train smiles, eyes twinkling with sudden memories of their own late nights.

"Where the fuck are we going?" Katsuki asks with little bite in his voice as you settle in front of the window.

"Its a secret!!!" You sing song as the train rushes by scenery that he watches you drink up as if this is the last time you'll see it.

It isn't until the train crosses the bridge does he realize you two are headed to the last stop.

Which come faster than he'd like, only now is he realizing he could watch you stare out at the stars all night, the train chimes overhead and you stand pulling him once more.

You find yourselves in a huge crowd and you smile pulling him further through the throngs of people. You stop when you see little stands set up every where filled to the brim even so late at night. You stop suddenly to ask a woman in a beautiful yukata that shimmers in pinks and golds like the setting sun.

"Excuse me what is this?" You ask politely, your curiosity earning a huge smile.

"Ah this is the End of the Summer Festival!" When she says the word end you squeeze Katsuki's hand tighter, "All things summer is here for you to enjoy!"

He watches your face almost become crest fallen.

"Why so late in the day," His tone comes out harsh and the woman glances between the two of you giving a small blush.

"Ah it's an all day event so everyone can enjoy it! Some people work so late they were missing it and others just couldnt say good bye to summer before sunset. Please enjoy the festival!"

You blink hard and try to take in your surroundings. You spy many little market stands filled with food, games and hell even an arcade.

Katsuki does not pull away from your soft grip on his hand, in fact his interlocks your fingers so you can pull him better. You don't look back when he does it and you don't look back as you pull him through the stands.

You start by buying you both Yakitori, followed by mouthwatering Ayu, some Takoyaki and all sumed up by sweet Taiyaki.

That is until you spot the famous colored cotton candy shaped like a fat unicorn horn.

Katsuki does not complain while he waits in line with you, your eyes finding your next adventure. He does not complain when you ask him to take a picture of you underneath the paper lanterns, that hit you in such a way that he cannot take his eyes off of you, or your smiling face as you stare at him.

You do not realize he sends the picture to himself as you slide your hand back into his offering him some of the sugary string to which he takes a large bite.

Letting the sugar dissolve agaisnt his tongue he wonders if your lips will be as sweet if not sweeter. He blushes but you do not notice as you drag him to a game.

"Step right up! Only 500 yen!" The man calls, "Break the record of seven watermelons with one punch and win the grand prize!"

Your eyes widen with glee as you see the oversized cat plush holding your favorite dessert, a taiyaki bun, in its obnoxiously cute black paws. The thing is so cute and sweet just looking at it makes Katsuki a little nauseous but when he sees the want glinting in your eyes he reluctantly releases your hand with out your asking to crack his neck.

"Alright line up as many as you've got." His eyes gleam with competative arrogance, forearm dancing with small explosions.

"Alright. If you can do 10 then I will throw in 10,000 yen." The elderly man says smugly lining up over 25 watermelons.

"Heh. Get ready to pay up gramps. Oh and of course I want that cat too."

"Sure thing kid. But you gotta get seven if you wanna win that for your pretty girlfriend over there." He laughs and Katsuki's cheeks burn with rage and blush.

He winds up and packs it with punch as he slams his fist into the first watermelon obliterating it and the shock from the blast causes the other 25 watermelons to explode as well. You squeal with delight.

"KATSUKI-KUN YOU WON!" Practically jumping with joy over his triumph confirming that he would do it all over again just to see you that happy.

Even if it took him braking 25,000 watermelons he would fucking do it for just a glimpse of the smile you've been hiding the past few days.

Katsuki smirks with manic malice as he jumps up to grab the oversized cat before holding out his hand.

The elderly man stands in uter shock as he stares down the red mess before him hesitant as he digs around for his little silver box of cash. He counts out the 10k yen sending you two on your way.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You say as you squeeze the hell out of the cat, still jumping. Katsu sucks his teeth unable to keep the genuine smile off of his own face.

"It was nothing." He says as you slip your ever soft palm to his. His skin buzzes everytime yours touches his and he gladly let's you take the lead.

"Ah I'm thirsty after all that excitement." You beam, Bakugou spies a soda stand, fingering the easily got yen in his pocket.

"I'll get us a cherry soda, stay put." He says as he stands you off to the side since the line is hatefully long. He stares down at his phone at the picture of you he just took, smiling like a mad man as he waits.

You will always be worth the wait.

"This is your final warning." You growl darkly, causing Bakguou to look up with sharp eyes. He sees you placing the stuffed animal on the bench as this guy harasses you.

"Come on sugar tits." Katsuki practically blows up in line then and there as he stalks towards your back. He slips his right arm around your front pressing into your left hip bone pushing you into his body. He tilts his head as he left hand ignites inches from the guys face.

"Did you just fucking call *my* girl sugar tits?" His voice is so dark near your ear that you blush, letting your quirk fade from your palms.

And did he just say my girl?

Your gut clenches as he pulls you impossibly closer. Hand still letting off pops.

"I think you owe her a fucking apology before I make you sorry you ever thought you could disrespect a woman like that you stupid fuck."

"I..I'm sorry." The guy stammers with his now burnt off eyebrows as he bows deeply.

"Grab Neko-chan, Y/N." Katsuki purrs in your ear barely letting you go to do so. You hold onto the cat with all your might, heart banging against your rib cage as you overthink the encounter.

He was just doing it to be nice right?

You hesitantly reach for his hand before changing your mind. He glances at you with searing red eyes offering you his open palm.

"Where to next?" He asks, you stare at the invitation, frozen for a moment before you grab onto him with a strong hold.

"This way!" You smile taking him and Neko-chan in tow. You lead him to the small arcade challanging him to see who can win the most in street fighter.

He somehow kicks your ass by one match and you smile at this genuine excitement for victory. He catches you staring as you blush, nuzzling half of your face into Neko-chan's fur, making your eyes seem larger and doe like.

Katsuki swallows, more blush dusting his cheeks as he asks is a gruff tone.

"Whatchya starin at?" You giggle in response.

"Nothing!" You fight another giggle, arms tightening around black fur, "I just like your real smile is all."

He sucks his teeth and looks away not trusting himself to ignore the urge to shove that damn plush out of the way to see the smile you're hiding behind it, or to keep himself from kissing those lips that are curled up.

"I'll be right back." He leans in close to you with nothing separating you two but Neko-chan, "Try not to let anyone else hit on ya kay?"

"K...kay." He's pretty sure that's the first time you've stumbled over your words, positive that's the first time he's seen your cheeks so red.

On the way back from the bathroom he spies two little necklaces in the display case of prizes. One is a purple N64 console and the other is the matching controller. He likes the idea of them around your neck thanks to him and taps the counter with his freshly won 10,000 yen tapping at the set.

He produces the two small chains and watches as your eyes light up.

"Aaahhh!" You say separating the two as you slide the N64 console around your neck, holding out the controller to him. He frowns as he glares at it.

"You're supposed to wear both." He growls, though his grimace fades with every second you stare at him.

"No silly they are best friend necklaces!!!" You half sequal as you shove it over his neck. You tuck it beneath his black skull shirt, "See now it's our secret."

You smile a devilish smirk before you glance at the time on the analog clock behind him. You grab onto his hand with a death grip.

"Katsuki come on we are gonna miss it!" You whine as you drag him back into the busy street further and further through the festival until the people are so few and far between he wonders where you're taking him.

That is until his smells the tang of salted air brought in by what is normally a refreshing breeze that feels chilled from the changing seasons.

You rush him to the sand, breathing in the heavily summer scent, kicking off your shoes to feel the once warmed sand.

"Come on Katsuki-kun come on!" You urge as he fights with his own shoes willing to follow you to the ends of the Earth and it feels that way where you're taking him. Past a small bonfire to a secluded part of the beach where the moon hangs high over the ocean.

One can see all of the stars in the universe there in that little spot, his eyes look up drinking it all in before looking at an even more beautiful sight.

His heart skips a beat as your eyes dance in the starlight, cheeks now moon kissed and hair ruffled from the wind off the ocean, you close your eyes for just a moment to breath it all in.

The last bit of summer that you can smell before it all begins to disappear into sharper, more crisp smells.

He's close enough to you that he can smell the salt and sugar clinging to your skin, to your lips. He sighs, content for once in his life. Then the stars begin to fall in the deep reflection of your eyes.

"Katsu look!" You whisper shout and he follows your gaze to watch the sky fall.

"Make a wish make a wish!" You urge again and he silently prays that this moment will never end.

But sadly it does, as quickly as it came it went and your crest fallen face has his heart jumping into his throat. He attempts to swallow it down.

"Something wrong?" He asks so softly you wonder if it is still Bakugou sitting next to you and that one little question causes the tears to spill.

Yes something was wrong, terribly wrong.

"Oi..." He pulls you to him shielding your tears from the world as his hand subconsciously trailed up and down your spine, "Why are you crying? Are you not enjoying the last bit of summer?"

"That's it Katsu that's the problem. S..sum..." You choke on your tears before continuing, "Summer is ending and before you know it, it will be winter again. And then a new year and then summer will have flown by faster and faster until the next thing you know my whole life has slipped through my fingers. And I will be left feeling as if I missed all of it. Just like I am now, like I always do."

You fist his shirt as you cry, let it all out all the horrible thoughts of your life going by in the blink of an eye, as every new winter brings you more and more unhappiness and you are unsure why.

You only find solace in summer as things seem to slow down. When the days are stretched deep into the evening and each hour is blessed with such happy memories. Times of you with your N64, of you spending many hours outside baking in the heat of the sun, of miserable days when even the icecream is happy to melt. And especially this summer, *this* night that you've spent with Katsuki.

Memories you can never replace and pray

Hope and plead to any Kamisama who is listening that they will never allow you to forget.

"Hey it's all right." He soothes, "We can come back to this festival every year to help say good bye."

You hiccup, your tears slowing.

"And if that doesn't work I'll lasso the fucking sun for you. I'll be your summer incarnate. I'll do anything, *anything* to keep my girl smiling. To keep you smiling. All you have to do is fucking name it."

You blink away the tears as you stare up into his face and you can tell he's serious that he means it. Red fireworks erupt over head, lighting his eyes with an undying fire and you kiss him. Kiss him how you wanted to all summer. Slow burn that quickly ignites as your hands grab onto one another. Each fire work encouraging deeper and deeper kisses until you pull away. Almost gasping for breath. Your skin feeling heated as it does when you lie out in the sun too long. You hold his gaze, heart fluttering, eyes pricking with tears once more.

"Then lasso me the fucking sun, Katsuki."

#bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bnha katsuki #bnha kacchan #bnha #bnha bakugou #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #bakugo x fem reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine

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killervibe · 4 years

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Hate to See Your Heart Break

Summary: Barry notices Caitlin's quiet suffering. He's been there before.

Note: The title and lyrics come from this song !! Strongly suggest taking a listen! Also, minor spoiler for Love Is Blind.

For: @manjehaal

Tag: @staroflightning

~.~

Love, happens all the time,

to people who aren't kind

And heroes who are blind

~.~

“Hey Caitlin.” Barry sped into the Med Bay with the evidence he snatched from CCPD not even six seconds ago. “I need you to run tests on these before officer Voogavitch notices I stole them off his desk.” He slapped the hat left from the crime scene in the plastic bag on her table and frowned at her hiss.

Caitlin’s chair swivelled so slowly, Barry had to double check he wasn’t in flash time. “Uh,” he said when he got a proper look at her face. “You’re wearing your hungover sunglasses.”

“I don’t have...hungover sunglasses.”

Barry stared at her. The acetaminophen tablet bottle was right next to her elbow.

“Fine,” she grumbled. Barry backtracked to the light switches and turned them all off. Caitlin let out a little sigh of relief and removed the accessory. “I’m a little...hungover.”

Barry grabbed one of her stools to sit. “Why?”

Caitlin shrugged as she took the forensic sample he had left her and slowly put on her gloves to start the analysis in the dark. “I guess I was a little too indulgent at my pity party.”

“Pity party?” He frowned as he watched her boot up one of her machines. “Why would…” He trailed off at her glare. It wasn’t that it was cold but...weary. He remembered that look. He’d worn it often and would notice as he passed by the mirror at the precinct back when Iris was dating Eddie.

...Oh.

“Caitlin,” he said empathetically. “They broke up.”

“I know,” she snapped. Caitlin folded her arms as she sniffed back her tears. “I know they broke up. I knew they weren’t working. I knew he kept coming to me to talk. And I let him.” Her processor pinged. Caitlin took it out and walked over to her monitor to read the results. “We talked so much. All night, sometimes. Just me and him over the phone. When he was away—After he came back. I just stupidly let myself think that…”

“He’d come back to you,” Barry filled in when she went silent again. “You thought he loved you, didn’t you?”

Caitlin bristled. “Well he doesn’t. Your meta has abnormalities that suggest a similar polymer composition to Ralph’s.”

She turned curtly and returned the evidence. “You need to bring this back before officer Voogavitch notices.”

“Caitlin.”

“Voogavitch. He’s old and grumpy and already hates you.”

“Caitlin.”

“I’ll be fine.”

And Caitlin never says she’ll be fine. Usually she won’t say anything at all. Usually Barry would get the cliff notes version from Cisco when she was finally ready to open up about what was bothering her because as close Barry and Caitlin were, they could never in a million years resemble the delicate intimacy that rested in the quiet conversations those two could have with their eyes. “Caitlin,” Barry said again, touching her arm. “He does. He does love you.”

“Yeah,” she responded faintly, sliding the sunglasses back on over her eyes. “And so do you, right?” She collected her purse and wobbled a bit in her heels. “If he asks, I went to visit my mother. He knows not to bother me for a full day then.”

“What are you going to do?”

Caitlin pushed past him lightly. “ What I was doing before you interrupted me. Sleep.”

~.~

Barry’s conversation with Caitlin left him rattled for the rest of the day. At dinner, he picked at his third plate, which made Iris raise an eyebrow.

“Did you eat those calorie granola bars Cisco made for you after work? You’ve hardly touched your food.” She sipped her drink. “I didn’t make it you know,” she teased.

Barry let his fork scrape against the rice and peas listlessly. “I know you told me not to stick my nose in others relationships again—” “Uh oh—”

“—But don’t you think we should try to fix the rift between Cisco and Caitlin?” “What rift?” Iris picked up her plate to put in their dishwasher, kissing his cheek as she passed him by. “They’re the same as always.”

“I know!” he complained. “That’s what’s so weird!”

“You’ve lost me, Barry.”

He sighed and picked up his own plate, wrapping it in a container to store in their fridge. “Caitlin is in love with Cisco, she has been since like, I don’t know, Iris...Since before we were engaged.”

“Wasn’t she with Julian then?” Barry rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. Julian was her distraction from Killer Frost and Cisco.”

Iris put a hand on her hip. “Barry. Are you sure this is all factual or just how you’ve been seeing it the last couple of years?”

He scoffed as he closed the fridge door, leaning against the tacked up drawings Jenna had made for them that they had put up with magnets. “Caitlin is in love with Cisco. Cisco has been half in love with Caitlin since day one, too. They just sucked at timing and now that Kamilla is no longer around...I think they just need a push.” “We don’t push our best friends into romances they don’t want, Barry!”

“Oh my god, but they do want it, though!” He ran his hand through his hair with a stressed out laugh. “Both of them!”

Iris took his hands in hers, dragging him to their couch. She folded herself against the cushions, rubbing her thumb against his knuckles. “I get that these are your two best friends and you really want to see them be happy, but Barry—for the love of god. Let them work it out on their own. Please.”

He pouted a little, falling backwards onto the sofa and covered his eyes with a groan. Iris laughed.

“What am I supposed to do?” he whined through the muffling of his sleeve. She snuggled up against him until Barry couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist. She queued up Netflix. “How about getting you hooked onto the latest season of Love Is Blind?”

Barry perked up immediately. “Do you think there’ll be another Messica?”

“There’s always another Messica.”

~.~

Barry watched Cisco and Caitlin be themselves for a whole other week with little to no development. He still stole her fries when she wasn’t looking and she nagged at him when he’d do something stupid only to get a fond eye roll and an arm slung over her shoulder. She’d tease his meta name of the week and for that, would earn a new nickname rolling off his tongue of her own. She’d let him hug her and she wouldn’t say anything different. And if her eyes darted over to Barry every once in a while after he’d be obliviously, painfully affectionate, well Barry seemed the only one to notice.

My friend, Cisco would always say when talking about her. My friend. My friend.

It made Barry cringe.

Another week turned into a month and then it was Spring. Iris began inviting Caitlin over to go shopping as a distraction. Cisco would turn down Ralph’s offers to hit the town.

Halfway into April, Barry got too distracted to keep score of Cisco and Caitlin’s stalling by a new crop of moderately dangerous alien attacks targeted around Central City. After a call and elaborate takedown with the help of Superman, they managed to put an end to it, content to send some alien children back to their homes.

Team Flash watched the news segment that relayed on Central City News Network in the Cortex as they fixed up the last of the technical difficulties in corresponding with the DEO to send the last aircrafts out to the alien planets, all wiped out and exhausted.

The news reel caught a quiet moment between Clark and Lois in the aftermath, Superman nowhere near in sight. The news headline captioned the footage of them grabbing onto each other in relief as

“Couple Reunited After Alien Scare—Saved by Superman & Team Flash!”

“Damn,” said Cisco around a Twizzler. “I want something like that.”

Caitlin clenched her clipboard tighter and forced a smile. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“Duuuude!” blurted out Barry, slapping his hand against the whiteboard he’d been cleaning off from their language decodes and translations. Cisco might as well have been the one from another planet. “Dude! Come on!”

Cisco startled in his seat at Barry’s volume. “What?”

“Stop it with the utter bullshit! You do have that! You’ve always had that!” He gestured wildly at their best friend. “Hello!?”

“Barry,” Caitlin warned.

Maybe it wasn’t his place. Iris had told Barry not to pry, but this was pushing all of them too far. He couldn’t stand to see the look on Caitlin’s face. It’s been weeks. Hell, it’s been months. This had to end.

It was too late to salvage what he’d done, anyway. Cisco turned to look at her. “What is he talking about?”

Caitlin’s cheeks flared up as she muttered something incomprehensible, setting the clipboard down.

Ralph took a long sip of coffee, watching the scene above the rim of his mug.

“It’s just a crush,” she said at last, as if she were commenting on the weather. “A silly little crush, Cisco. It’ll pass.” She ignored Barry as she briskly walked across the room, her eyes flickering for a moment as her hands shook.

“Stop,” she said to nobody in the room, in a hushed, direct tone. It must’ve been for Frost. “Stop it. I’m fine on my own.”

They all watched as she left.

“Okaaaay,” said Cisco. “I’m very confused. What the hell just happened?”

Barry kept his mouth shut already knowing Iris would kill him.

Cisco sat up on the monitor desk and dropped his candy. “Barry, I mean no offence, but how is it that—again, no offence—”

“—Little taken.”

“ How the hell does Caitlin have feelings for someone suddenly and she decided that you’re the first to know?”

“Does that bother you?” Barry countered.

“That she told you first!? I just said that!”

“No, it bothers you that she likes someone.”

That took Cisco by surprise. “What—No?”

“You hesitated.”

“No.”

Barry shared a glance with Ralph, who merely rolled his eyes. “Yes, you did.”

“So what does it bother me?” he lamented. “Why wouldn’t it? I don’t even know who this person is!?” Cisco frowned deeply, brushing a hand over his hair. “Do we know him? When did this happen?”

“Buddy,” said Ralph with feeling as he stretched his limbs, deciding to follow Caitlin in case Frost turned up after all. “Listen to yourself.”

“I’m listening to myself just fine!”

“Uh.” Barry squinted at him. “Are you, really?”

Fine!” Cisco yelled, jumping down. Barry blinked. That was easy. “Maybe I’m concerned that Caitlin is falling in love again!”

“Why would that be a problem? You love Caitlin and want her to be happy.”

“I know!” Cisco shouted. “I love her and I want her to be happy but god for once, why can’t she just be happy with me?”

His words roared in Barry’s ears. Cisco himself blinked at his own outburst, shocked.

Finally. Finally!!!!!!

A ridiculous grin threatened to split Barry’s face, tremendously relieved that he didn’t have to suffer through this anymore. He reached for his pocket to text Iris about this new development with about a thousand exclamation points and a fireworks screen for emphasis.

“Cisco.”

The men turned on their heels, horrified to find Caitlin back in the entryway of the Cortex.

Cisco’s face went ashy. Barry nearly dropped his phone.

“Caitlin—“

She shook her head, cutting Cisco off, a dangerous look in her eye. “Do you know how selfish you sound? You don’t want me with other people but you don’t want me either!?!”

“What!?”

“How many times have I heard you talk about wanting someone normal? How many times did I have to spell it out for you? How much you mean to me—How many more ways am I supposed to!?”

“The clearest way, Caitlin,” Barry cut in quietly. “It’s not that he’s not interested. He doesn’t know.”

Cisco was now in front of her, imploring. “I don’t know what?”

Caitlin swallowed, tearing her eyes from Barry back to Cisco. “I want to be with you,” she confessed. “It’s not just a crush. It’s not going to pass. I’m so in love with you I'm sick with it.”

It seemed as though Cisco’s mind churned and churned until any coherence jumbled into alphabet soup. “You—? Me?”

Barry smiled.

Caitlin nodded and tugged on Cisco’s shirt hem as he stumbled closer. Barry remembered the weary look in Caitlin’s eyes when he’d caught her hungover weeks ago. It was making its reappearance.

“I’m not normal—“

“—Caitlin.” That was all it took to snap Cisco’s brain cells back into formation.

“—I’m not wife material anymore, I get that.”

“Caitlin!”

“—But I’m happy with you. I’m so happy with you, Cisco—We don’t need anything else. We don’t have to change or be any different—You’re enough for me and that’s all I’ve ever really cared for—

“Caitlin.”

“—And I understand that you see me like a sister and how this is a total shock but I really thought—You were calling me Cait and sometimes you’d look at me and I’d let myself think—“

“Caitlin!” Cisco held her face in his hands to get her to stop talking. She seized, her words stolen away at their proximity, at his touch on her skin. Her eyes caught in his gaze.

“Cait,” he said much more softly, reverenced. He thumbed her cheek and leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together. Caitlin closed her eyes, her shoulders slumping as he slid his hands down her face, her neck, the curve of her shoulders. Arms wrapped around her entirely as they stilled in the hallway.

Barry couldn’t dare move if he tried. He was mistaken, what he thought he saw before. The lines of pain etched into her face, the guarded stiffness in her posture when she finally told him what she wanted. There was something different in the way she held herself and looked at Cisco now. It was not weary and miserable, but yearning and delicate. A heartsickness that despite all the fatigue he’d seen it carry over Caitlin now rested in the same place that signalled newfound strength.

“I don’t expect you to suddenly develop feelings for me overnight—“ she whispered.

“Well that’s impossible,” Cisco murmured into her hair. She stiffened in his arms but he simply held her tighter, continuing. “I already love you more than anything in my life.”

Caitlin startled backwards, covering her mouth with her hand. She made a noise like a yelp. “I thought I was imagining it. I felt like I was going crazy!”

Barry sighed, folding his arms across his chest as he took a seat by the monitors. “I told you!”

They both turned to glare at him, but only for a second. Cisco was immediately drawn back to Caitlin, walking backwards to lead her into the Cortex from their spot in the hallway. “No. No, no, no.” He promised. ”This is my fault, I’m sorry. Every time I was hurt or worried or upset when I was with Kamilla—I just wanted to speak to you. And when I finally admitted to myself it wasn’t working...I was too scared to admit to myself I just wanted to run directly to you, then too.”

Her breath hitched.

“But I didn’t know,” he said. “That it was the same way for you. You told me in Antarctica that you didn’t want to get in the way of me starting a family—I assumed…” Cisco paused abruptly. “You were in the way,” he realized breathlessly. “You were always in the way—Mmph!”

Barry’s heart flipped for the both of them, a dumb smile lighting up his face when Caitlin kissed the hell out of Cisco.

The meta alert dinged on Barry’s phone. He slammed down on the space bar to silence the building alarms before they could jolt them apart. He leaned his chin against his palms as his elbows relaxed against the keyboard with a happy sigh.

Lois and Clark were in town. Superman could get this one.

~.~

For all the air that's in your lungs

For all the joy that is to come

For all the things that you're alive to feel

Just let the pain remind you hearts can heal

#the flash #killervibe #fluff #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #tkv fic #corona fic

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myriadimagines · 4 years

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Misjudged

Star Wars (Sequels) One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Finn

Other Characters: Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, DJ, Phasma, Armitage Hux, BB-8

Warnings: violence, mentions of death

Requester: anonymous

Request: “One-shot request for Finn (sw), where reader is part of the resistence, when Finn is joining and first reader is really wary of him, don't trust him, but Finn saves them on a mission and after that they are drifting closer and closer and it turns out they both have feelings for each other. Maybe they confess their feelings during a no more hope situation, but in the end it turns out just right? Thank you very much!! You are an amazing writer!!”

Word Count: 2,872

A/N: finn and john boyega deserve so much better. anyway i hope you like it and thank you so much for your kind message!!!! this is basically situated in the last jedi plot since i didn’t know where else in the timeline to put this, and i felt like i started off okay then just.......... went downhill

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

Your name: submit What is this?

You became familiar with Finn’s name and story long before you ever met him, his controversial switching of allegiance a popular story within the Resistance. You’d hear his name in passing, while mechanics passed tools to each other over battered droids they were repairing, over tables in the cafeteria during lunch, between squads of pilots as they jogged towards the hanger with their helmets tucked under their arms. He had quickly garnered quite the reputation, a Resistance hero, his inside knowledge of the First Order making him a valuable asset.

It was Finn’s knowledge, after all, that helped the Resistance to destroy the Starkiller Base before the First Order could use it to destroy you all. Without him, you have no doubts that D’Qar, alongst with the entire Resistance, would’ve been blasted into pieces, nothing but debris floating amongst the galaxy.

And yet, you still can’t seem to trust him.

You try and ignore your suspicions as your gaze fixates on Finn, who explains to Poe logistics of the tracker the First Order is using to follow the Resistance fleet, Rose interjecting into every other sentence with additional details. You perch on the edge of Leia’s bed, the leather of your jacket creaking ever so slightly as you fold your arms across your chest, watching as Poe slowly nods, absorbing the new information Finn rapidly throws at him. Poe gets up, walking over to you and Leia, raising his eyebrows at you as he asks, “What do you think?”

You let out a heavy sigh, shaking your head as you cast a glance at Finn. He stares at you, his eyes desperate, and you turn your attention back to Poe as you say, “It’s not like we have any better ideas.”

Poe nods, tenderly placing his hand over Leia’s as C-3PO pipes up, “If I must be the sole voice of reason, Admiral Holdo will never agree to this plan.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Threepio.” Poe nods, before turning around to look at Poe and Rose. “It’s a need-to-know plan, and she doesn’t.”

Ignoring C-3PO’s stammering, Poe waves you over as he orders, “Alright, you guys shut down that tracker, I’ll be here to jump us to lightspeed. The question is… how do we sneak the two of you onto Snoke’s Destroyer?”

After a heated discussion with Maz, who insists the only way you can get onboard is by finding the Master Codebreaker on Canto Bight, the plan seems cemented in place. You watch as Finn and Rose quickly make their way to the main hangar to find a ship, and you frown as Poe shoots you a look before nodding in their direction, “You go with them.”

“They’re fine on their own.” you insist, shaking your head. “You need as much help as you can get here—”

“y/n, I know what this is really about.” Poe interrupts, and your lips flatten into a line as Poe takes a step towards you. His tone softens as he continues, “Finn is a good man, y/n, I swear on it, and I need you out there, helping him. You’re one of the best spies in the Resistance — him and Rose could use your help on this.”

“Fine.” you grit your teeth. Poe nods at you, and you head for the door as you add, “I’ll let you know when we get to Canto Bight. You better hope this plan works, Poe, for the sake of the Resistance.”

—

It seems no mission is complete without something going terribly wrong, you think, frustratedly pacing up and down the cell you, Finn and Rose have been thrown into simply because you parked in the wrong place. Despite its glittering, glamorous appearance, Canto Bight is anything but, rotting with corruption and ugliness below the surface.

You step aside as the disheveled stranger you’re sharing the cell with leisurely walks up to the gate, and you frown as you watch him slip a card through the bars, somehow deactivating the lock as the bars slide open. You jolt just as Finn and Rose sit up from the bunk beds, and the stranger pushes the doors open before stalking off, offering you one last wave. You turn to Finn, eyes wide, and he looks back at you with a similar shock as he stammers, “Did he just…?”

You’re already running out into the hallway, and Finn and Rose quickly follow suit. Rose sprints ahead, urging, “We’ve got to get out of here, this way!”

You and Finn run after her, ignoring the outstretched hands from other prisoners who shout at you as you pass. The three of you turn a corner, screeching to a halt as you’re confronted with a group of guards who stare at you in shock. Everyone freezes, before the guards quickly piece together the situation, aiming their blasters at you as they chorus, “Freeze!”

On instinct, Finn grabs your arm, dragging you in the opposite direction as the three of you run, desperately looking down every corridor for an exit. You come to a split in the corridor, and you jump down the right hallway as another group of guards confront you, dividing the three of you as Finn and Rose run down the left corridor. You hear Finn call out your name, but you don’t turn around, too focused on losing the guards closing in on you.

Your heart drops as you duck into another hallway only to find yourself at a dead end. Before you can turn around to retrace your steps, you’re suddenly blinded by a flurry of flashlights, and you see the faint shadows of two guards as they instruct, “Hands above your head, and get down on your knees!”

You grit your teeth, desperately trying to look around for anything you can use for a weapon, but to no avail. Begrudgingly, you sink down to your knees, trying to plan a course of attack, and you flinch as you hear the loud sound of a blaster being fired. One of the guards fall, crying out in pain as he clutches his leg, and you scramble to grab his fallen blaster just as someone knocks out the other guard. His unconscious body falls, and you look up to see Finn hovering above you, clutching a blaster he must’ve fought off another guard.

“You came back for me.” you stammer, and Finn blinks at you, as if confused by your surprise. “Th- thank you.”

“You would’ve done the same.” Finn responds, offering you his hand, and you can’t help but feel a wave of guilt wash over you. You take his hand, ignoring how your heart skips a beat as his hand squeezes yours, and he pulls you to your feet as he urges, “Come on, we’ve got to find Rose — she found a way out of here.”

—

“Do you think this is going to work?”

Finn flinches at your question, looking up at you with surprise as you lean back in your seat. Rose is in the cockpit, monitoring the course towards Snoke’s Destroyer, while DJ, your unexpected savior, the stuttering stranger from Canto Bight, rummages around the back of the ship he and BB-8 commandeered for anything he can steal.

“It has to.” Finn simply replies, and you slowly nod, running a hand through your hair as you let out a distressed sigh. Finn moves to sit closer to you, giving you a small nudge, his eyes full of earnest as he reassures you, “We’ll make it work.”

You chuckle slightly, finally looking up to meet Finn’s gaze. You’ve always acknowledged Finn to be handsome, but he’s even more handsome up close, and the thought startles you as you quickly look away, embarrassed. He’s sitting so close to you, arm ever so slightly grazing yours, and you suddenly blurt, “I was wrong about you.”

Finn blinks at you as you finally muster up the courage to look up at him again. You gulp, feeling flustered as you continue, “You… you confused me, and you don’t trust people easily when you’re a spy. But… I misjudged you, and I’m sorry.”

“Hey, I get it.” Finn grins, shrugging slightly. “It’s not like you’ve got a lot of stormtroopers joining the Resistance, right? But I promise you, I’m done with the First Order. You can trust me on that.”

You nod, smiling at him. Your heart flutters in your chest as you begin to wonder if your suspicions of Finn stemmed from something else besides his past, perhaps a coping mechanism for others feelings you’re unprepared for. Pushing the thought out of your head, you respond, “I trust you.”

Relief seems to spread through Finn’s expression, and the two of you beam at each other before a newfound awkwardness seems to descend upon the two of you. Clearing his throat, Finn confesses, “I’m glad you’re here with us. Poe’s told me a lot about you. Good things, of course.”

You feel your cheeks heat up as you attempt to be nonchalant. “Oh, thank you—”

You’re interrupted as Rose suddenly steps into the room, eyes full of determination as she looks between you and Finn. She pauses, sensing she’s disturbed something between the two of you, but she promptly ignores it as she says, “We’re almost here. We should get ready.”

You turn to Finn, and he nods at you as the two of you get to your feet. Squaring your shoulders, you say, “Alright, let’s do this.”

—

You nervously watch as DJ fiddles with the wires of the control panel, and you almost crush the communications device in your hand out of anxiousness as you feel your time running out. Sneaking onto the Destroyer seemed almost too easy, and now it’s only a matter of disabling the tracker for the Resistance to escape. You and Finn lean up against the wall as a group of stormtroopers marches down the corridor, and you bow your head as to not draw attention to yourself.

“y/n?” you hear Poe’s panicked voice through the device, and you and Rose exchange an alarmed glance before you turn to DJ. “We’re ready to make the jump!”

Finn comes up behind you, urgently looking at DJ as he insists, “Now or never.”

DJ startles, looking up at Finn as if momentarily forgetting what he’s doing, before he suddenly says, “Now.”

The doors slide open, and everyone peers inside, the tracker almost blindingly bright. Turning to Rose, you offer her an encouraging smile as Finn says, “You’re up.”

Rose takes the lead, jogging ahead while you and Finn trail behind her. Your eyebrows furrow upon hearing a low buzzing sound, and a black droid rolls in front of you, and you stagger back as you’re suddenly surrounded by stormtroopers, ordering you to put your hands up. Finn stiffens upon hearing heavy footsteps approaching, a sound he’s all too familiar with, and all three of you turn around to come face to face with Phasma, who taunts in her metallic voice, “FN-2187, so good to have you back.”

You let out a low growl as a stormtrooper roughly grabs your arms, and you attempt to fight back before one kicks you at the back of your knees, and you cry out in pain as you collapse to the floor. Finn lunges to help you before he’s held back, his wrists shoved into handcuffs as you and Rose are quickly restrained, too. You’re yanked to your feet, and you’re defeatedly forced to walk forward, the three of you being lead to the main hangar, where squadrons after squadrons of stormtroopers line up.

You’re shoved to your knees in between Finn and Rose, before General Hux, who’s irritatingly satisfied smug makes you want to burn the whole Destroyer down. He marches towards Finn, jaw clenched, and he reaches out to slap him. Finn flinches, and you snap, “Don’t touch him!”

Hux chuckles, shooting you a dismissive look before he says, “Well done, Phasma.”

In response, she looks over her shoulder, remarking, “Your ship and payment, as we agreed.”

To your horror, DJ appears, and your heart plummets to the floor as you realise you’ve been betrayed. Rose’s voice trembles as she tries to jump forward to attack him, spitting, “You lying snake!”

She struggles against the stormtrooper holding her down, and your gaze falls to the floor, a feeling of helplessness swallowing you whole. This is it, you think, the end of the Resistance. This mission was the last hope, and you’ve failed, and the overwhelming burden of the whole situation crushes down on your chest. You can barely breathe, can barely process everything around you, and you barely muster out the conversation on how DJ cut a deal by revealing the Resistance’s plan to the First Order.

“No!” Rose shrieks as Hux orders to open fire on the fleeing Resistance ships, and you almost collapse into the floor, tears stinging your eyes as your breaths become ragged. The stormtrooper behind you yanks you upright by the back of your collar, forcing you to look up at Phasma, who condescending looks down upon the three of you.

“Execution by blaster is too good for them.” she sneers. “Let’s make this hurt.”

Three more stormtroopers march forward from behind her, and you’re shoved to the ground on your stomachs as they activate their laser axes. You turn your head to face Finn right before the lasers hover right by your cheek, the loud buzzing of electricity ringing by your ear.

“On my command.” Phasma instructs, and you gulp, mouth parted as if you want to say something.

There’s too many words, and not nearly enough time to string them together, let alone say them all.

All you can manage to whisper to Finn is, “I’m sorry. I wish we had more time together.”

Melancholy flashes through Finn’s expression, and he mouths back, “Me too.”

It’s okay, you try to reassure yourself as Finn’s eyes search your own, you’re okay with this. There’s nothing you can do, and you’re glad Finn’s face will be the last thing you see, and Finn softens slightly upon seeing your sad smile. He wishes the two of you had a chance to be together, wishes this could all be different—

It’s the last thought that runs through Finn’s mind before the entire world goes white.

—

“Finn!”

Finn startles awake, vision blurred before it finally comes into focus, and he can see your relieved smile as you cling to him, your face hovering over his. Finn can feel an unbearable heat on his skin, which is sticky with sweat, and he looks around to see his surroundings engulfed by flames. Your own face is dirty with soot, hair disheveled, and his ears are ringing from an explosion he didn’t even realise occured, and you help him sit up, clutching his arms as you say, “Oh, thank God. Come on, we’ve got to go! Rose found a shuttle back this way!”

He staggers to his feet, your arm looped through his for support, and his head pounds with a disorienting headache. He has so many questions, mainly about how the three of you are somehow all still alive, but he’s forced to push them aside as the two of you start running after Rose, who heads towards the shuttle ahead of her. Your breath hitches as you see shadows through the smoke in front of you, and the three of you stop as you see Phasma and a group of stormtroopers appear. She aims her blaster, exclaiming, “Traitor!”

Before any of you can duck, a blast suddenly explodes behind her, and you look up to see an AT-ST firing at the stormtroopers. It goes rogue, firing relentlessly, and your eyes widen in surprise as it steps forward, ripping the top off to reveal BB-8 inside. Finn grabs your hand, pulling you to the ground, the both of you narrowly missing a blaster bolt as Rose slides you a weapon before loading her own. You grab it just as Finn grabs a Z6 baton strewn across the floor, the both of you feeling instantly more prepared to deal with whatever fight lies before you. You can hear Rose call out your names in alarm, and you slowly turn to see Phasma standing behind you. Finn gets to his feet, the baton sparkling with electricity, and he turns to you as he says, “Cover me!”

Before he can lunge into action, you grab him, all your words jumbled on your tongue as you struggle to elaborate yourself again. You know now’s not the time, but it’s now or never as you start, “Finn, I—”

Finn places his hand over yours, stopping you. You trail off, smiling at him as he already knows everything you want to tell him, all the feelings and emotions you want to express, and from his smile, you know he feels the same way. “Don’t worry. I know.”

You have to stop yourself from grabbing his face in your hands, from kissing him right in the middle of the battle, so you instead reach out to squeeze his hand before letting go. Raising your blaster bolt, you nod at him, “Let’s end this.”

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Villain!Hawks x reader x Dabi

Warnings: lemon, dubious consent, swearing, dark themes, an*l penetration, dirty birds

A\N: this took far too long to write. This work is rated (18+) please do not read or comment on it if you are not over the age of 18. This is Part 2 of that villain hawks but that I’ll need to find to link to this but for now I’m too lazy lololol. Enjoy. I found it lol. Part 1

Hawks leads you by hand into his barren apartment with Dabi trailing behind. You’re brilliantly annoyed at his presence; it was bad enough that you had to be with Hawks who wasn’t the man you thought he was but having to be alone with two villains really took the cake. Why did he need to be there? To ensure that you don’t escape? You’re positive Hawks could handle that on his own but Dabi insisted that he tagged along.

Ushering you into his bedroom, Hawks is quick to pick up any stray feathers and dirty clothes off the floor and toss them into the laundry basket. He kicks off his shoes and strips himself of his hero get up. You avert your eyes when he changed out of his shirt. So quick to get comfortable. He smiles at you when he caught you taking a peek. It was hard not to. You had compared him to an angel before but seeing his giant red wings protruding out of his muscular back only reinforced that image back into your head. You had to shake your head to get your mind off his body. Even the devil was an angel before he fell from grace.

He invites you to sit on the bed and you did what you were told, sitting at the edge of the bed, ready to get up whenever you could.

“Baby,” he whispers, brushing your hair back to he could kiss your forehead. “Try to relax for me. Just think of this as a long sleepover until we figure everything out, okay?”

A long sleepover? How long were expected to be staying there? The apartment was empty; probably because Hawks spends most of his time flying around outside and you had high doubts there’d be much of anything in his kitchen for you to eat… besides maybe some leftover… chicken or something.

“Tomorrow I can fly to your place and grab some stuff that’ll make this more comfortable for you: toothbrush, some clothes,” he looks down at your revealing dress and gulps, “maybe some pajamas. I’m not sure if I have anything you can wear for tonight but I’m sure sleeping in that dress won’t be too comfortable. I’ll try to find something. Or… maybe you could, uh…” the blush on his face is visible even in the darkness of his room. He was thinking about you sleeping in his bed naked.

“I’m gonna make us some drinks. Do you have a cocktail preference? I make a pretty neat Moscow Mule…”

“Water,” You flatly reply.

“Yeah, okay,” he looks hurt and you try not to care. It didn’t matter that weren’t dragged here kicking and screaming. This was a kidnapping situation.

Hawks pauses at the door before turning to Dabi. His eyes switch from him to you and back to him. “Watch her,” he commands, as if Dabi was the kind of person that would stand idly by if you were to bolt through the door. Maybe he was.

You’re left alone with a pair of turquoise eyes glowering at you. You shift in the bed, too uncomfortable to actually lay down and too wired up to sit still. Being alone in a bedroom with Dabi, a man you didn’t know at all, made the air feel heavy— like there was some sort of invisible pressure weighing you down.

You use your quirk to see through Hawks’s wall to peer into the kitchen. Hawks is leaning against the counter, scowling at nothing while swirling a drink in hand. A part of you wishes that you had asked for a beverage other than water just to ease your nerves but that would’ve been incredibly ludicrous for a situation like yours. You had to stay sharp.

Dabi scoffs when you blinked your eyelights off. “So you like playing spy?”

You don’t reply. You just clench fists and sigh.

Apparently Dabi does not like it when you weren’t giving him attention. He saunters over to you, not caring about your personal space one bit, standing so close that your knees touched. He leans down and though he isn’t smiling, amusement rang in his chilling voice when he asks, “you know he’s going to fuck you, right?”

You scoot away from him, furthering you onto the bed while your face flushes at his bluntness. He chuckles and sits down, leaning far too close to you. You scoot father back but that only seems to amuse him further.

“There’s no need to act so timid,” he places a warm hand on your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your dress, and your body heats up, either from embarrassment or nervousness. “I’ll explain. He’s going to come back in here and kick me out of the room. He’ll sit down and act kindly towards you, attempting to explain his actions while adding a whole lot of boring chit chat then maybe he’ll try to talk to you about his feelings for you. I’ve come to like Hawks… sometimes... so I think I’ll save him a couple breaths.”

“He raves about you constantly. It’s annoying how enamoured he’s gotten but oh he likes you. A lot. Even if you are a prude. And that’s what he’s going to say.” Dabi squeezed your thigh and you feel like you’re going to die. “And then he’s going to touch you,” his hand moves between your thighs, wedging his fingers against your clothed core, “just like this.”

“S-stop-!”

“And he’s gonna ask you if you feel the same way about him,” his middle finger pets you through your panties while his eyes train on the rising and falling of your chest. He lets you grab his wrist but that only made him press his fingers harder against the dampening cloth. “ Whatever answer you give him won’t matter though. You’ve made him wait long enough. He’s going to fuck you.”

You push him back but it’s only enough force to get him to stop touching you. He laughs at you humorlessly before slamming one hand on the bed and grabs your throat with the other.

He doesn’t say anything. He only glares at you, leveling his face with yours. You feel like he could see right through you, knowing, not what you were thinking but what you were feeling just by searching your eyes. His grip grew hot on your throat, not tight enough to actually choke you but tight enough to make your heart skip a beat. You told yourself it was adrenaline and nothing else but Dabi knew better.

“I think the virgin maiden act has played itself out. Hawks might call you ‘baby’ but I think you’re more of a ‘doll.’”

Keeping his one hand on your throat, the other lightly trails up your arm, sending prickles through your body. He fingers one strap of your dress before pinching it between his thumb. Smoke erupts from his fingers and your strap falls limp and broken to the side.

“Oops,” he chuckles, moving his hand to your head, gently kneading his fingers through your hair. “Do you really like to take things slow?” He asks, shamelessly staring at your lips, “because I can take things slow for you but I don’t think that’s really what you want, is it, doll?”

You lick your lips and that told him all he needed to know. He pulls you into him and charges his lips into yours, sinking his fingers into your hair. He swallows your surprised sigh, forcing his tongue into your mouth. It was hot, scorchingly so but you invite it, relishing the burning in your mouth, tasting him as he so greedily sampled you but when he bit down on your lower lip, you come to your senses and throw your first through the air.

Dabi catches it immediately, rolling his eyes at your pitiful attempt to harm him. He pushes you down, pinning your distrustful hand against the bed and climbed on top of you.

“You wanna try it again?” He quirks an eyebrow at your all too free hand. You have to catch your breath, pondering exactly what the hell was wrong with you. Dabi just leers at you, waiting for what you’d say or do to surprise him next.

You place your hand over the one that was on your throat and pull down. “Harder,” you command.

He smirks and tightens his grip. “Like this?”

You bite your lip as a considerable amount of warmth flooded in deep in your core. You slightly shake your head. “Harder.”

He snickers and the palm of his hand presses down on your throat. The pressure constricted your breathing and when he asked if that was good enough you can only squeak a reply.

His lips once again claim yours, with his hand wrapped tight around your throat so he can force your head to stay in place as he hungrily kissed, nipped, and licked you. Quickly, he pulls your dress down and aggressively palms your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his fingers. Pathetic, half-mewls tear from your throat while your hands run through his spiky hair. You bite down on his lip while you pull his hair causing him to growl at you, hand abandoning your throat, he pushes your head to the side and bit down on the soft tissue of your neck without warning. You have to cover your mouth to forcefully stifle your moan which only encourages him to bite harder, sucking on your smooth fragile skin. A wave of pleasure shoots through your body like an electric current as you pull at the back of Dabi’s jacket.

He sits up and shrugs the jacket it off, tossing it to the side. Eager to see more, you push his shirt up and he tears the rest off. You gawk at his strange stapled body, running your fingers across from his burned skin to his smooth skin. His eyes close as your fingers trailed past his rippling abdomen and when your fingers stop at his belt he chuckles.

“Why don’t you lay your pretty head on that pillow, doll. Let me take care of you.” When you hesitate, he coaxes you to the bed, drawing kisses down your body, pushing your dress up so he could warm your stomach up with his hands, paying close attention to the sensitive spot above your hip that got you squirming around for him. He rakes his nails deeply across your skin warranting wanton whines to fall from your lips.

When he got to your panties, he locks eyes with you and draws his devilish tongue along your clothed slit. He groanes nuzzling his nose against your heat before sliding the tongue along you again. “You know, I think I hated you for awhile...”

His fingers wrap around the straps of your underwear and slowly he pulls down, taking the time to enjoy the obvious conflict that is displayed on your face, contradicted by the way your body responds to him. “... you were all he could talk about...”

With his middle and index fingers teasing your entrance, he looks all too smug when they glistened from you slick. “But I think I get it now...,” he smirks before his tongue begins to lap at your blushing sensitivity. He drags his tongue along, tentative to the ways your body would buck or shake while he works in everchanging pattenrs. His tongue teases more than his words, making a point to skip over your clit, forcing you to huff in anticipation.

You try not to whine too much, wary that Hawks is in the other room and he could walk in at any moment, though you’re far too distracted to even think about using your quirk to see where we went.

You gasp and grip the sheets when Dabi’s torturous tongue finally lands on your clit, attaching himself quickly while your hips roll and your body vibrated. He tosses your legs over his shoulders and pulls you closer, keeping you in place while he licks and sucks. It’s only when two long fingers curl inside of you that you let out a long awaiting cry.

“What the hell…?”

You shoot up to see the fuming Hawks standing in the doorway, ice water in hand. Dabi’s fingers slide out of you and you have to catch yourself before you whimper at the destitution. You feel absolutely humiliated.

Dabi actually has the audacity to lick his fingers clean before saying, “it took you long enough.”

Hawks’ wings twitch when he walks through the door, glaring daggers from you to Dabi. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Dabi rests a hand on your leg, giving you a wry grin. “I was hoping it’d be obvious.”

“It’s not.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “I’m speeding things up for the two of you. Making this little cutie here comfortable in her new home.”

“This is not my home!” You bark.

Dabi scoffs. “Read the room, angelface. You’re not making this easier for any of us.”

Hawks’s narrowed eyes pin to your ruined dress while his shaking hands places the water glass on his side table. “She let this happen?”

“Kinda,” Dabi shrugs. “She likes it… it’s all over her face.”

Your fingers are buried in the sheets, your breathing heavy, and your face is as red as an apple. There is no denying that you had gotten… a little bit turned on.

Hawks sits on the bed, scowling at the bruise on your neck. “Did Dabi hurt you, baby?”

He did hurt you but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it.

“Tsss,” Dabi moves to your side, boldly ushering your body into his lap. Hawks purses his lips when you don’t object. You look straight ahead while Dabi pulls your hair to the side and whispers, “why don’t you tell him about all the fun we were having, huh? Tell him how you liked being my little doll.”

You don’t respond and Hawks doesn’t look any more pleased. You’re too nervous, too ashamed. Dabi sighs and bites down on your shoulder.

“Ah~!” Hawks’ brows knit together after the noise that escapes your lips. Dabi continues to to kiss your shoulder and back until your head fell to the side and your unstoppable lulled sighs ring throughout the room. You feel like a dumb touch-starved animal finally getting attention and it shows.

“You see?” Dabi chuckles, drawing his tongue up to your neck. “She likes it. Feel how wet she is for us…”

For once in his life, Hawks is at a loss for words. His tongue runs across his teeth and he tugs on your torn dress. His amber eyes scan your compromised body, stopping at your hiked up dress. He reaches around his back and plucks a long feather out of his wings. He watches your eyes follow the feather while he twirls it between his fingers and brings it down to your chest, gently caressing your skin with the sharp end, igniting your nerves, causing goosebumps to ripple on your arms and legs.

The feather tears into your dress as Hawks draws a clean cut down all the way to the the hem. Exposed, your body shivers from the sudden cold front which does not go unnoticed by Hawks.

“Look at you,” he coos, reaching over to caress your breasts. You squirm a bit, shying away from his gentle touch but Dabi loops his arms around you, holding you in place as Hawks wraps his lips around your puckering nipple, groaning as his tongue slides around you while his fingers pinches the other. His eyes shine while he sucks on you Like he’s getting away with something. “Look. At. You.”

“Use your teeth,” Dabi suggests, pressing his cheek against yours. “This pretty little thing likes the hurt.”

Hawks follows Dabi’s instructions, raking his teeth across your sensitive nubs, biting and sucking away as you melt between the two boys. Dabi’s tongue slithers up from your shoulder to your ear. “Why don’t you moan for him?” He snarks, nibbling in your ear. “Like this… uhhh~” his hot breath mixed with his low groan makes your body pulse and you find yourself mimicking his sound, grinding against Hawks’ leg.

Hawks grins and kisses down your stomach, his bristly facial hair tickle your sensitive skin while Dabi works your neck, pulling you by your chin to gift you with sloppy hungry kisses, occasionally letting out his own obvious and dramatic moans to prove to you just how contagious it can be.

Hawks runs a finger up your slit, spreading your pussy lips open and his smile widens at your blushing cunt.

“Baby, you look so pretty all torn apart like this!” His chocolate eyes find yours and he whispers, “God, you make my heart race…”

You don’t know how to respond… You’ve always seen Hawks as a happy go lucky guy but you’d never expect to see him as if he were a kid with a doll in the bedroom. That’s what is was; he seemed too innocent for a not so innocent scenario and you didn’t know how to react.

The longer you wait, the darker his eyes get, watching you while he kisses your thighs and his breath teases your sensitivity. You find yourself wanting to continue but he doesn’t!

“Hawks just paid you a compliment. What do we say when someone calls us pretty?” Dabi’s smugness is infuriating. He could not be serious, although if he is, he sees that Hawks has a weird innocence to him. You don’t realize until then that Dabi has been instructing the entire party the whole time… and you considered him to be someone who wouldn’t care if you ran away at first!

“Thank you… Hawks,” you seethe through your teeth and the light returns to Hawks’ eyes.

“Good girl,” Dabi purrs, caressing your cheek. You shoot him a death glare but he only quirks a brow back. It’s no fair. There’s no winning in this situation.

Your body reacts when Hawks begins working his tongue over you. He doesn’t have as much of a plan as Dabi did, attaching himself to your clit almost immediately but you’re so sensitive from Dabi’s teasing that it doesn’t matter. You’re already shaking and Hawks loves it.

Dabi prompts you to tell Hawks how he’s doing and you’re not sure what you should say but you find yourself stumbling out incoherent words until “good,” drawls from your mouth. “Hawks… baby… you make me feel soo~ good.

Hawks chuckles his response and the vibrations from his laughter is just about enough to set you off. You moan out loud, prompting Dabi to then copy you and your embarrassed and angry to know that him making fun of you was actually helping you reach your climax.

“Fuck, Hawks, I’m so close! I’m so~!!”

“Is that so?” Instantly you’re ripped away from your impending climax with Dabi’s hands wrapped tightly around you while he laughs at your pathetic needing whines. “Do you really think you deserve that?”

Hawks wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looks from you, squirming around trying to break free from Dabi’s hold, to Dabi, smirking against your skin, enjoying himself far too much.

A mischievous grin crawls across Hawks’ face. He likes to see the desperation on your face. “Is there something you need, angel?”

That was the brutal question of the hour. You didn’t want this; to be stuck between a man you’ve just met that night that you would beat in an instant if you could and the man who was withholding a giant and terrible secret from you. He was a terrible person and you wouldn’t forgive him but with the look he’s giving you and your body brimming with desire… no you didn’t want this… you needed it.

“Hawks,” you sigh, gripping onto Dabi’s arms, every fiber of your body screaming to be touched again, “please touch me again.”

“Are you going to be a good girl?” Dabi hums against your skin.

“Yeah,” Hawks caresses your quivering thigh, “will you be good?”

“Yessss,” you hiss, “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you, Hawks. Just~ please, please t-touch me.”

Hawks bites his lips and again looks to Dabi who shakes his head slightly and oh, it’s not fair. You can feel tears well up in your ducts and you know that’s what Dabi wanted. You’re being punished.

Dabi instructs Hawks to take off his pants and you get nervous at the sight of his pulsing cock in his hands. “If you wanna be a good girl then be a good girl,” Dabi teases in your ear as Hawks lays back against his wings on the bed.

“Ride him.”

Dabi uncoils his hands around you and you feel starved from the lack of contact. You gulp and crawl over to Hawks. It’s not the time to be timid or embarrassed but you can’t help yourself. The whole situation was new to you and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. It’s idiotic but you find yourself worrying; what if you’re not what he expected?

You sit on top of Hawks and his hands hover over your curves. You grab them and guide them to your body. You hope you feel nice, you hope he’s happy.

You forget for a moment that you were a victim of a kidnapping when you look into Hawks’ eyes and see nothing but admiration shining through. It’s cute. He’s cute. And you find yourself wanting to please him. So you kiss him; not for the first time that night but it feels like it. You cup his face, brushing your fingers along his cheeks and memorize the curve of his lips with your own. He grins when you kiss him and so you deepen it, allowing your tongue to stroke over his. Hawks groans and your stomach flips. Maybe you did want this as much as you needed this.

You stroke his cock a few times before guiding it inside you. You close your eyes and allow your body to take over, skillfully rolling your hips to let his cock sink in and out of your fervent heat.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” Hawks whispers, hands hanging on to your sides. That’s exactly what you want to hear. You run your hands through your hair and stretch your body out, showing off a bit before picking up your pace. His cock is long, half of his length already filling you up so you’re happy that you have a bit of control of the situation. “Uhhhh~ fuck, baby, you’re so warm. God-fuck! you feel so~!” He’s cut off with a low groan that makes your face flush and your cunt clench around him. You find yourself taking pleasure from his pleasure.

Hawks syncs into your rhythm and grinds into you just as naturally. You moan as you bounce on his cock, excited to find pleasurable waves pulsing from your core.

You hear the clanking of metal behind you but you try to pay it no mind. If Dabi wants to touch himself while watch you fuck Hawks then so be it. You’re letting yourself enjoy this.

Your breath hitches when Dabi kisses your back. He nips at your shoulder blade and then the nape of your neck. You moan and try to focus on Hawks whose nails were digging into your sides.

Dabi nibbles on your ear before pulling your chin towards him. He’s stroking his cock and grinning at you. “Kiss me,” he says but you don’t.

Instead, you lead Hawks up and kiss him, moaning dramatically as you did so. “I love you inside of me, baby,” you purr to Hawks and you can feel his cock twitch at the compliment. You glide your hand along his feathers and throw your head back to see that Dabi’s grin didn’t falter. Prick.

The tips of Dabi’s fingers burn your back as he drags his nails across it, making you lose your rhythm and dip down against Hawks who took the opportunity to begin thrusting into you. You yelp from a moment before adjusting to the feeling of Hawks pushing himself to his hilt. His member feels good grooving into your core and you can almost forget about the pain Dabi caused you until you feel a finger enter your ass.

“Oh, god!” It hurts. You try to turn your head back to Dabi but Hawks cups your face and brings you down claiming your lips and Dabi slowly inserts another finger. You whine into Hawks’ mouth and he swallows them with glee.

“It’s okay baby,” Hawks coos. “Just relax for us. It’s going to feel great.”

Panicked, you try to move away but Hawks grabs your wrists tightly, still sliding in and out. “Baby,” ge grins, “you said you’d be a good girl.”

You try to catch your breath but it’s no good. Dabi’s two fingers are replaced by the head of his cock and you can feel your hole getting stretched out. You cry out, fingernails cutting into Hawks’ shoulders and try to stop yourself from sounding anymore pathetic but you feel stuffed.

Dabi’s enters you agonizingly slow, grasping your hips you can hear him hiss in some sort of pained pleasure. “Shit,” he grunts after pushing in a second time and you feel your body aching while Hawks hushes your pleas and cries with his tender lips.

Gradually Dabi’s thrusts get faster and the room is filled with a chorus of grunts and sighs and smacking and curses. Your body is wet from perspiration while Dabi’s thrusting pushes you against Hawks who can’t seem to stop telling you how incredible, how hot, how good you are and that almost makes the pain bearable, almost makes the pain feel good. No… it does feel good.

When Dabi pulls out Hawks is pushed into you and you become a whimpering mess, overstimulated and torn apart. It’s almost addicting: the force, the pressure, and the burning.

“Ohhh~,” You whine, dogging your head into the crook Hawks’ neck, hiding away from the pleasure you feel building up in your loins.

“Yeah, babydoll?” Dabi’s hand sinks into the back of your head. “You like this? Let’s hear it.”

When you don’t respond, he pulls your hair so you can no longer hide your face and shoves himself deeper into you.

“Aah!~” you yip, intertwining your fingers with Hawks’. “Yes~ mmmph, yes I love it. I love it. I can’t stand how much I love it.”

You really feel like you could be torn apart. An ecstatic wave shoots out from the source of your punishments and you can’t help it, you reach down and touch your neglected clit, rubbing it quickly as an even more rapturous sensation coils up and spills out, completely seizing your body in an unabashed orgasm.

Hawks is the next to come speaking too quickly to you through his labored breathing. You can’t understand everything he’s saying but you think can hear something along the lines of, “godbabyIcan’thelpmyself. Fuck. Uhh~, Iloveyousomuch. Iwon’tletanyoneeverhurtyou!!” when you feel his hot seed fill you up. He slips out of you and you feel your mixed essences spill out and onto his sheets.

Dabi doesn’t get any less brutal even while your head is buried in Hawks’ chest. His hand on your shoulder blade heats up and you know it’s not your imagination, your skin is burning. You cry out one last time before his breath becomes jagged and and he pushes deep inside of you. When he pulls out, you can feel his cum leaking out of your hole.

You wobble on your knees then fall into Hawks’ embrace. He plants his lips on your sweaty temple and whispers to you, telling you that you took them both so well. “You did perfect, baby. I can’t believe how fucking fantastic you were!”

Tired and disoriented, you nuzzle into Hawks’ side. After what you just went through, the praise… makes you feel good. You’re surprised to see that that Hawks extends his wings out so your Dabi can lay next to you. He touched your back and you expect to feel pain but the pain doesn’t come. He strokes his fingers along your ticklish area and hums when he sees goosebumps appear on your bruised skin.

Dabi kisses your sides and you squeak a reply, scooting closer to Hawks. You’re far too sensitive to be touched anymore.

“Aww haha,” Hawks’ smile is genuine and pure and he reminds you of the angel you thought he was when you first met. “You’re all tuckered out, huh? You want me to put you to sleep?”

You mutter a reply. You’re not sure what you want but you do know that you’re tired.

“I still need to go to your place to get your things… your dress is a little uhhh-,” ...he ripped your dress in half with one his feathers…

“Here,” Dabi tosses you the white shirt you pulled off earlier. “It’ll fit you better than anything Hawks has got,” he smirks, “unless you really would rather sleep naked.”

You pout your lips. You don’t mean to but you’re so out of energy that it’s the only thing you can do. That only makes Dabi snicker and he dresses you in his shirt himself. It loose, cool, and nice and you find yourself hugging it while you lay back down.

“Look like you’re both a baby and a doll…”

Hawks hums in agreement. “She’s my babydoll.”

Dabi lifts a brow. “Your babydoll?”

“Well… she’s mine first and foremost but… I might be willing to share her more often than not… this was really fun. Right, angel?”

Your eyes are closed. You don’t actually wanna think about what you just did. What that might mean for you in the future. You try to pretend like you didn’t hear him say that he loved you. It could’ve been a spur of the moment thing anyways. In your experience, people say a lot of things they don’t mean during sex… Maybe it’s best that Hawks thinks you’re asleep for now.

“Yeah. We’ll see about that…”

There’s tension in the air right up until the moment Hawks’ breathing gets heavy and he’s fallen asleep. When that happens, Dabi takes your hand. Slowly you turn to him and watch him bring your hand to his lips. He kisses you and grins.

“My babydoll.”

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Not As It Seems XX

Summary: Emet-Selch whisks the Warrior of Light away to another shard to celebrate Valentione's Day.

A/N: This dress. I had so much fun writing this one. I am honestly very proud of it. I hope you like it as well :3

As always, thanks to Crystal for proofreading <3Please, if you have any one-shots you'd like to see from me that fit in with this series or not, please let me know :3

Word Count: 4463

Masterlist: here Ao3: here

Warnings: NSFW

I stood at the granite counter in my kitchen, a finger tapping against my chin in thought. Laid out on the surface before me were various blocks of melting chocolate- both milk and white. I pouted my lips slightly as I debated what I wanted to make.

Did he even like sweets?

Surely, it didn’t matter what I made for him, right?

He seemed to prefer homemade gifts. Or, at the very least, he didn’t seem to dislike the things I had shared with him.

Call it my own stubbornness, but this time I wanted it to look nice. My thoughts traveled back to the crude, unrefined snowflake I’d made for him out of electrum for the Starlight Celebration and pursed my lips. It had been quick work, and a little sloppy.

This time...

I peered up at the chronometer on the nearby wall and crossed my arms over my chest, heaving a deep sigh out of my nose. He would be back soon, no doubt. If he didn’t stay the whole day in my rooms, or my house, he always seemed to appear at sunset and if I wanted to surprise him, I had better get moving.

My gaze slid back to the ingredients on the counter for a long moment before I stepped forward, reaching in a cabinet underneath for a saucepan, two glass bowls, and the stack of food molds I had collected over my years of cooking.

I filled the pan with water and set it on a front burner, flipping the switch so that it started to warm. I pulled a knife out of its block and began chopping the chocolate, putting them in their respective bowls.

Once the water had been brought to a simmer, I placed the bowl of milk chocolate on top and stirred it with a spoon in one hand so that it melted evenly, the other hand rifling through the different molds.

I pursed my lips as I surveyed each, setting aside two halves of a small, spherical container and a metal plate, roses imprinted on its surface. My fingers paused on a mold in the shape of a heart and I eyed it carefully.

Should I…?

There was definitely a connection- no matter how hard we tried to deny it. No matter how hard the both of us tried to hide our affections deep down inside of us, they always seemed to find their way to the surface.

We didn’t love each other, of course- we couldn’t, not truly - not as long as we stood on opposite sides of the battlefield with Zodiark whispering in his ear and Hydaelyn in mine, but this...what we had now was close, wasn’t it?

I sighed again, setting the heart down. I removed the bowl of chocolate, replacing it with the white.

It was the symbol of Valentione’s day, though. Surely he would understand that, right? I didn’t want to scare him away.

...Not that I could really scare an Ascian.

I didn’t want him to pull away from me, no matter what the Scions thought. No matter what the Exarch thought.

As the white chocolate began to melt, I positioned the heart mold in front of me and poured the milk chocolate into it. I spread it around the bottom until it was even throughout, then pushed it aside to fill the sphere, turning the container around until the chocolate coated every ilm with a thin layer.

When the white chocolate was melted and smooth, I poured half of it into the heart, the rest filling the rose mold.

A while later, as I was arranging the cooled and hardened chocolate on a decorative plate, I heard the hum of his portal, his boots on the floor. I heard the hinges of the door squeal as he swung it open. When I turned, I found Emet-Selch leaning against the frame with his arms crossed as he watched me.

Immediately, his eyes travelled to the sweets behind me and he raised a brow, inquiring without even opening his mouth.

I looked over my shoulder at it and breathed an unsteady laugh. I had planned on remaining indifferent when I gave it to him. And it was not as if I hadn’t given him gifts before, not that I hadn’t cooked for him before. Why was I suddenly so nervous?

“It’s-”

“Chocolate,” he finished for me. “Yes, hero, I can see that.”

“Well, I was testing something,” I began, trying to explain. “And I-”

“Does this have anything to do with the fact that your Eorzean Valentione’s day is tomorrow?” he teased me, brow still raised, but a playful smile spreading across his face. The look made me flush.

“No, I-” I spun around, trying to hide the red tinge to my cheeks. “I was merely bored so, I thought we could share-”

He chuckled and I cringed. I knew I wasn’t convincing in the least.

“If you insist, my dearest hero.” I heard him shift off of the doorframe, his steps slow and calculated as he made his way to me. My heart rate spiked when one of his arms snaked around my middle, the other reaching for the very tip of the heart I’d molded. He broke it off easily, raising it over my shoulder and to his mouth. After taking a bite, he lifted the last bit to my lips.

I tensed and he breathed a laugh into my ear, causing a chill to run up my spine.

“Come now,” he admonished. “You did say you wanted to share.”

I swallowed audibly, but let my mouth drop open wide enough for him to slip the chocolate onto my tongue, fingers lingering on my bottom lip for a long moment before lightly travelling down my neck, down my arm, and joining his other hand at my waist.

He pulled me against him, nose running up the length of my ear. My eyelids fluttered shut, a small whimper escaping my mouth as I relaxed into him.

Oh, how utterly fast my resolve broke when I was in his arms.

“Now, I have something for you,” he breathed, placing a solitary kiss at the hairline behind my ear. “I left a dress in the bedroom. Come find me when you’ve finished putting it on.” I hummed in affirmation before he pulled back, arms releasing me from his grasp as he turned, heading for the door again. I pouted, but followed, turning to walk upstairs.

“Oh, and hero,” he called back to me. I paused and looked over my shoulder, watching as he made his way to the front room. “Do be sure to put on everything I have chosen.” I furrowed my brow but nodded my head and continued up the stairs.

When I reached the bedroom, my eyes immediately went to the dress, carefully set on a mannequin near my bed. It was a floor-length party dress, turquoise in color, with a sheer, intricately beaded bodice that clasped around the neck with a collar of the same design, the back dipping to the middle and fastened with buttons, the skirt a delicate satin that trailed on the floor in the back. The shoes that sat on the floor next to the dress matched the color almost precisely.

My curiosity piqued, wondering just exactly where he was taking me this time.

I walked up to the outfit, fingers trailing along the soft material when I noticed something glinting on the blanket of my bed. My eyes slid to it, realizing he had also chosen jewelry for me to wear. Bracelets and earrings made of gold, studded with some sort of black stone- diamond, perhaps.

I froze, however, at what was laid out next to the jewelry, my eyes widening and my cheeks burning anew as his last words to me echoed in my mind.

Do be sure to put on everything I have chosen .

I huffed an incredulous laugh with a shake of my head and when I had recovered from my shock, reached for the black lace.

When I emerged downstairs, the satin hissing around my feet as I walked, the Ascian was lounging on my couch, lazily swirling a glass of brown liquid in his hand as he stared into the fireplace. I paused on the bottom step, crossing my arms over my chest and raising a brow at him.

I saw the hint of a smile cross his lips as if he could read my mind and he took a sip of his drink.

“Ready, hero?” he asked, turning his head slightly to gaze at me.

“You haven’t told me where we’re going.”

“Mm,” he hummed in amusement when I refused to comment on his choice of undergarments and stood from his seat, setting the glass down on the side table. “I thought I would treat you to dinner.” He stepped up to me, lifting a black shawl off the back of a chair on his way. I bit my lip as my eyes dragged up is body, his normal clothes replaced with a suit, the bowtie matching the dress I wore, his cufflinks inlaid with the same black stones.

When he unfolded the shawl and lifted it,I released my lip, one side of my mouth tugging upward and I turned, letting him lay it across my shoulders. I folded it in front of me as I spun back and he held his hand out to me.

I slid my fingers into his and, with a smug smile, he pulled me through a portal.

To a place I did not recognize in the slightest.

I surveyed my surroundings. We stood in an alley between two brick buildings. A city, most likely, judging by their closeness and height. Sounds of merriment traveled along the air to us, but also sounds I did not recognize. Mechanical, I assumed. Something not natural.

“Are we on another shard?” I asked him, poking my head out and into the sidewalk.

“The same as before,” he confirmed, threading my arm through his. “The masquerade.” I nodded.

“No magic,” I recalled.

“No magic,” he repeated and tugged on my arm, leading me out of the alley and around the corner to a large, windowed restaurant front.

When we were inside and seated at a table, I ogled the interior as a waiter came to set menus and utensils in front of us before attending to his other charges. Nearly every table was occupied, parties animatedly chatting with each other, completely unaware that they were in the presence of two people from a completely different world.

“Something amusing you?” he asked me as he unfolded his menu. I huffed a laugh, the smile already on my face widening.

“It’s just...different, is all,” I mused, eyes sweeping over the couples and families once more. “I’m surprised you were able to get a table.” The Ascian shrugged his shoulders.

“I may have...planned this ahead of time,” he freely admitted and my brows shot up. “This world has a similar...celebration, on the very same day. In fact, the name is nearly identical. Valentine’s.” He lifted his glass of iced water and took a sip, scanning the restaurant as well. “But coming tomorrow would be more inconvenient.”

I followed his example and opened my menu, though the words were…

“Never fear, hero,” he assured me, noticing my perplexion. The waiter arrived again and Emet-Selch expertly ordered for the both of us. I handed my menu off with a smile, then folded my hands on the table.

“So,” I started. “Why this shard?” He hummed as he examined me, leaning his cheek into his palm.

“I find that I enjoy foods more when they are made by hand instead of magic.” A sly smile spread across my lips, to which he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. Our server arrived once more with a bottle of wine.

“Wipe that smirk off of your face, Warrior of Light,” he ordered after the man had left once more. “It doesn’t become you to gloat .”

I giggled and, as I raised my glass, I saw the beginnings of a smile forming on his mouth, regardless of his annoyance.

After we had eaten, he led me back to the alley. It had been a nice night, loathe as I was to admit. He opened a portal, but before I could step through it, he caught my elbow in his gloved hand. I paused and turned back to him, a question in my eyes.

“Would you...be kind enough to escort me to one more place this evening?” he asked me. My mouth parted in surprise- usually, he did not deign to ask me as opposed to just telling me I was going whether I wanted to or not.

After overcoming my shock, I breathed a laugh and nodded my head, wrapping my arm around his, then we both stepped through together.

My eyes widened when we appeared on the other side and I dropped his arm, stepping forward in amazement.

We stood at the edge of a cliff, a quiet sea lying still yalms and yalms below us. And above us-

Thousands of stars, twinkling in the deep blue of the night sky, a nearly full moon illuminating the ground we stood upon.

My breath caught as I took it all in.

Behind me, Emet-Selch hummed. I turned to find him watching me instead of the sky, a soft smile on his face. I grinned widely and nearly pounced on him, no matter the length of my dress. He easily caught me around the waist, holding me against him, my feet an ilm or two off the ground, as I threw my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his excitedly. He chuckled, the vibration against my mouth causing bumps to rise along my arms.

He eased me to the ground, slowly sliding me down his body before releasing my waist and pulling his lips from mine. He lifted one hand to me.

“Would you care to dance?”

“Dance?” I asked incredulously, raising a brow. “With what music?”

That smug smile appeared on his face again as he snapped the fingers he was holding out to me.

When I heard the sweet, quick tune of a violin, I perked up immediately, taking a swift look around, but found...nothing. His magic, then.

With an amused roll of my eyes, I put my hand in his. Immediately, his other and slid around my waist and he launched us into a fast waltz, in time with the phantom music.

His brows rose, mild surprise crossing his features as he watched me move easily with him.

“You-,” he started. “You learned to dance.”

I shrugged, unable to keep the smile from my lips as I averted my eyes to his chest. “Maybe I...enjoyed myself last time.”

He paused and I could feel his eyes still on me as I focused on the buttons of his white shirt. Releasing my hand, he moved his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up. I flushed as his eyes searched mine for a moment before he leaned into me, pressing his lips to mine. I inhaled sharply as his mouth moved against mine, slowly and gently.

Both of his hands went around my back, mine hooking under his arms as we pressed ourselves against each other, deepening the kiss as we took our time, drawing it out until the music had slowed and our breathing was heavy.

When he broke away from my lips, he continued holding me close, slowly swaying to the sound of the violin.

I would be content to stay like this forever, I thought. But…

“Why do you...treat me so well?” I asked him once my breathing had calmed, the smile fading from my mouth. “We’re supposed to hate each other.”

“It is true that up until recently you have been nothing but a thorn in my side,” he mused. “But, I find myself…” When his words trailed off, I looked up to him again, his eyes focused off the cliff, on the water. I opened myself to inquire further, but he sighed and turned his gaze back to me. “I find myself comforted by you, for some reason or another.” I huffed a laugh, finding myself of the same mind.

“But this…,” I began again, motioning to the cliff, the sky, the water with one hand. “You’ve shown me so many wonders and given me so much in the short amount of time we’ve known each other...I hardly think the little things I do for you warrant this kind of treatment.” He hummed again as he considered my words.

“One could argue that because of you, I have experienced things I otherwise would not have.”

“And you fought me every step of the way,” I reminded him with a scoff, returning my arm to where it had previously been. He huffed a laugh with a small nod.

“Then maybe, hero, the pleasure of your company is enough to make me want to do these things.”

His words stayed my tongue, any jab I would make to him lost, and I watched him for a long moment, examining his face. He leaned down again, pressing a short kiss to my lips before straightening again, moving one hand to cradle the back of my head. At his insistence, I rested my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes, letting the music and the gentle sound of his heartbeat lull me.

After a few minutes, the song began to drift away on the slight breeze. The sound was replaced by crackling wood and I opened my eyes again to find that we were now standing, once more, in my bedroom.

I lifted my head from his chest and he released me, shrugging out of his suit jacket and moving to lay it on the chair at my desk.

“Did you have a good time tonight, hero?” he asked quietly. I looked over to him, a soft smile on my mouth as I nodded.

“It was really...amazing,” I answered with a happy sigh. “Thank you.”

He stepped up behind me, fingers trailing up the length of my arms as he dipped his head down to my ear, nuzzling it lightly with his nose. Immediately, the comfortable quiet of the room shifted, the air around us becoming electrifying.

“Now, how about we get you out of these clothes?” he breathed. An exhilarated shiver ran up my spine and I bit my lip to contain the noise that rose up my throat.

I felt one of his hands sink into my hair, pulling out the pins that held it up. I closed my eyes and let my head bob with his movement. The locks began cascading down my back in waves, and when the last pin was out, he pushed them over one shoulder so he could deftly unfasten the clasp at the back of my neck.

He drew his fingers down the length of my spine then, to unfasten the buttons at my lower back. Another chill followed in the wake of his hand, my back straightening as bumps rose along my arms. His lips dragged across my shoulder as he unbuttoned the dress at an achingly slow pace, leaving nothing more than a whisper of a kiss on my skin over every ilm.

He spun me around as he began peeling the bodice off of my body, revealing the black lace camise hidden underneath, following the cut of the dress he’d chosen perfectly, as well as matching pantalettes.

When the skirt of the dress slid off of my hips and onto the floor, he sat back on the bed, eyes roving my body hungrily.

I felt my cheeks grow hot under the intensity of his gaze, unused to the way he was looking at me. I wrapped my arms around my body in embarrassment, a paltry attempt to hide myself from the ravenous look it his eyes.

In truth, I’d never...worn anything like this-

He leaned forward, reaching for my hands, guiding me onto the bed and to straddle his lap. He took my face in both hands, one thumb stroking my red cheek, and pulled me close to him, eyes locking with mine. I stared into them, eyes wide.

“Magnificent,” he whispered, his lips so close I could feel the movement. That simple word broke something open inside of me, assuaging my fears, my confidence beginning to return to me.

Leave it to an Ascian , of all people, to make me feel shy .

A whimper escaped me as he pressed his mouth to mine. I wound my arms around his neck, pressing my chest to his as I returned his sentiment with fervor, easily and willingly opening my mouth to him.

He reached behind me, slipping his gloves off and letting them fall to the floor before sliding both of his hands under the top of my lace smallclothes. I shuddered at the feel of his skin against mine, and I ground my hips down into his, his increasing desire made apparent to me.

I moaned quietly against his mouth and I felt his lips curl into a smile.

“Excited, are we?” he whispered without pulling away. His fingers trailed along my skin before inserting itself between us, his thumb brushing over the peak of my breast. When it hardened in his hand, he took the nipple between his fingers, twisting it gently.

I tore my lips from his with a sharp gasp, my back arching. He began leaving a line of wet kisses down my throat, his heavy breathing hot against my skin, stopping at the top of the camise. He hummed in annoyance and snapped his fingers, our remaining clothes disappearing.

“Beautiful it may be,” he said between kisses. “But it was most certainly in the way .”

I tried to laugh, but another whimper slipped out instead as his lips reached my other breast, placing a single kiss on it before taking it into his mouth.

One of my hands went behind his head, fisting in his hair as his tongue flicked against my nipple, his other hand kneading the soft flesh on the opposite side.

As he continued his ministrations, the heat in my abdomen continued building until it was nearly unbearable and I began moving against him, teasing him with the slickness between my legs. I moved my hips in a circular motion, rubbing the tip of his arousal against the bundle of nerves at my apex with every pass.

Finally, he pulled his mouth from my breast, and in one sweeping motion, ran his tongue from the dip of my collarbones up to the tip of my chin.

“Inside,” he growled, low and urgent, the rumble of his chest exciting me further. I acquiesced, reaching down between my legs, spreading myself wide with two fingers, and lowering myself onto him until he was fully seated inside of me. He groaned as I sucked in a sharp breath, his hands finding purchase on my hips.

He gripped them, guiding my movements and my pace. At his silent insistence, I began undulating into him slowly. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me tightly against his chest. I pressed my forehead against his as my breathing picked up, mingling with his, my arms winding around his neck once more.

After a few minutes, his hands travelled further down my thighs, pulling my calves out from under me where I knelt and wrapping them around his waist so I sat in his lap instead. He hummed, pressing his lips against mine once more as he began lifting his hips into mine.

I tightened my legs around him, pushing him deeper inside of me, causing a low moan to rise out of his throat at the feel of me around him. My arms hooked under his, hands grasping his shoulders as I pressed myself down against him, meeting his every measured thrust.

His tongue forced its way into my mouth as his speed picked up, craving more and more.

My soft whimpers and moans increased in volume, quickly turning to cries as he began hitting the spot deep inside of me repeatedly. I broke away from his mouth, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I grew closer and closer to my end, fingernails digging into his skin as I began to lose myself.

He hissed at the bite of pain, but he throbbed inside of me, the feeling quickly pushing me over the edge. I shuddered violently, tightening around him. His arms clamped around me in an attempt to hold me still as I rode out the waves of my climax.

At the sound of my pleasured cries, he seemed to turn feral, hips rising frantically until he found his end as well, thrusting into me with an unsteady groan.

His head dropped onto my shoulder, slumping against me as we sat in silence, moving only to pull himself out of me, the only sound between us our heaving breaths.

Finally, he lifted his head, examining my face carefully. He raised a hand and brushed a lock of sweat-dampened hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear before gently cupping my face. I leaned into his touch, placing my hand over his, and closed my eyes.

“Thank you,” I whispered, turning my head to place a reverant kiss on his palm, before wrapping my arms around his neck, tightly hugging him to me. He tensed for a moment before I felt the fingers of one of his hands running along the skin of my back.

“For?” he asked me, quietly, and I did not miss the hint of sadness in his voice.

I wondered, then, how long had it been for him, since there was someone truly grateful for him? How many thousands of years had passed since someone had thanked him simply for being there and meant it?

My arms loosened around him as I pulled back, lips curling into a smile before pressing my forehead to his.

“For you,” I breathed.

I didn’t need to hear him reciprocate. I didn’t need to hear gratitude for my words.

I found that the sound of his breath hitching was all I needed to know that he understood my words. That he believed them. That maybe...he felt the same about me.

His fingers found my chin, tilting it up so my lips met his in a soft, chaste kiss before I pulled away, taking his hand and playfully tugged him from the bed to the bathing room to get cleaned up.

#ffxiv #ffxiv shadowbringers #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 fanfiction #emetselch #Emet-Selch #emet selch x warrior of light #emet selch #emet-selch x warrior of light

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miraculousmumma · 5 years

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The Cream That Got The Chat - A Miraculous One-Shot

Before you get into the story, I just wanted to thank everyone for their interest in this, but especially @minetteenfers for hearing me ramble on and producing some crazy beautiful artwork to go with it! I’ve had so much fun!

Marinette wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.

A few weeks ago it had come to her attention that a local company had started selling what they called “Sexy Bug Hero” and “Sexy Cat Hero” costumes, just in time for Halloween. They had been vague enough in their description that it wouldn’t have been a copyright infringement, not that they had copyrighted their costumes, but the designs were also vague enough that…well, they weren’t even close to accurate.

What they were was an insult. The absolute minimum of fabric used to make them passable as vaguely decent, and a little extra thrown on for extra slutiness.

And that wasn’t the worst of it. She had left making an outfit for the annual costume party so late she had no time to make one. Guess what her only two options were?

She stood looking at the two costumes in disgust. They were the last two in the entire shop in her size and she knew Alya wouldn’t let her get away without being in costume. She had to make a decision. And fast. She sighed and grabbed one of the costumes, steeling herself for the looks she would no doubt get, before taking it to the till.

As Ladybug, she had brought the costumes up with Chat Noir, half expecting him to comment he would love to see her in them, but to her delight, if you could call anything about this situation delightful, he had done the exact opposite. Chat Noir’s rant had gone on for almost an hour, about how they were degrading to women, how they demeaned their repeated heroics and what they represent. She had been pleasantly surprised and impressed by just how passionate he had been.

Even now, on Halloween, Adrien was still mad about it. So mad, he was determined to make a point.

‘You look ridiculous.’ Plagg remarked around a piece of ripe camembert.

‘That’s the point.’ Adrien replied as he adjusted his top.

‘Where am I meant to hide?’

‘Use your imagination.’ Adrien shifted he weight from foot to foot, testing his unfamiliar shoes.

Plagg sighed. ‘I really don’t want to.’

‘Plagg?’ Adrien gave him a stern look.

‘Okay, fine!’ He swallowed the cheese whole. ‘I’ll figure it out.’

‘Thanks.’ Adrien replied as he disappeared. ‘Time to go.’

‘I don’t want to go.’ Marinette groaned as Alya dragged her down the street arm in arm. ‘It’s embarrassing!’

‘You look amazing.’ Alya replied. Again. ‘Everyone is going to be floored by it.’

‘Everyone is going to laugh.’ She pouted in reply.

‘Are you kidding? Nino is going as Ginger Rogers. I don’t think you’re the one anyone is going to laugh at.’

Marinette knew Alya had a point but as the music grew louder as they approached the venue her heart leapt into her mouth. ‘Maybe I’ll keep my coat on.’

‘You will not!’ Alya shot her a glare. ‘Everyone will be in costume, not just you!’

‘It’s alright for you though, you’re wearing a tails suit!’

‘Of course I am.’ She tilted her top hat with a grin. ‘What would Ginger be without Fred?’

Marinette gave up arguing. They had reached the doors anyway and would soon not be able to hear one another unless they yelled. She was definitely going to need a couple of drinks to see her through the night.

Adrien knew there was only one way to handle the party, and that was to walk in with his head held high and absolutely work this look. He had modelled in less before and he decided to treat this no differently. Coat checked, he walked into the party hall confidently, taking in the reaction from those nearest him as his eyes searched the crowd for his friends. Which was when his eyes found her. His jaw almost hit the floor as he took in the vision before him.

Marinette had chosen to wear the “Sexy Cat Hero” costume. He would never have thought she would wear something so…revealing, but there she was. There a lot of her was. His eyes trailed from the cat ears resting amongst her hair, which she had caught up and styled to look short and spiky. She wore the mask on her head as a band and in its place her eyes were dark and smoky with a heavy cats eye flick that emphasised them greatly. Her throat held a choker and bell, the low cut black crop top hugged a small portion of her torso, showing off assets he had never before considered. Her hands and arms were covered with long gloves, one holding a cup which she drank from regularly. Standing side on he could see how the booty shorts clung to her, her tail bobbing behind her as she shifted nervously from foot to foot. The final piece of the costume was thigh high heeled boots. The entire costume left very little to the imagination, and his right now was running rampant.

Shaking himself from his daze, which was weird, he edged around the room, planning on surprising Marinette. Sure, he didn’t approve of the costumes but he wanted her to know she looked amazing. As he got closer, Alya spotted him over Marinette’s shoulder, her eyes going wide until he shushed her, allowing him to get right behind Marinette. Slipping his hands over her eyes he spoke close to her ear to ensure she heard him.

‘Guess who, chaton?’

Marinette froze as the room was blacked out by hands over her eyes, a voice speaking so close to her ear she felt the heat of breath on her skin. What the hell? Why was Chat Noir sneaking up on her? ‘Chat Noir?’ She asked hesitantly.

It took Adrien a moment to remember he wasn’t here as Chat Noir. Had Marinette recognised his voice? Had she thought that his use of chaton was a clue? He had to act fast. He dropped his hands and stepped around her. ‘No, it’s me, Adrien.’ He raised his mask to rest on top of his head. ‘You didn’t really think I was Chat Noir, did you?’

‘What? No! I thought you saying chaton was a clue!’ Marinette laughed to cover up her embarrassment. Then she took in his costume fully. ‘Oh my God.’

‘Tada! What do you think?’ Adrien did a twirl for her while Alya laughed.

‘Oh, I love the socks, Adrien.’ Alya shook her head. ‘I didn’t realise they did those in your size.’

‘I did have to special order it.’ He admitted. ‘But it’s worth it. Why should it just be women who have to dress sexy on Halloween?’

Marinette just continued to stand and gawk at him, rendered absolutely speechless. Adrien was wearing the “Sexy Bug Hero” costume. Which meant a spotted mask, a polkadot bikini, over the bottom of which sat a stiff net skirt. His legs held socks, just as Alya said, but they came up over his knees, the final part of his costume being polkadot heeled shoes.

‘What…uh…what, what?’ Marinette managed to spit out and Alya patted her on the back.

‘I’m going to go find Nino. You two have fun in your couples costumes.’

Neither one knew quite how to answer, they simply looked at one another. Eventually it was Adrien who broke the silence.

‘So, erm, what made you come as Chat Noir?’

‘I left it too late to get anything else.’ She admitted sheepishly. ‘Not that he’s a bad person to dress as, but I’d rather something less…’ She indicated to herself. ‘Maybe more is the right word. What about you?’

‘Protest.’ He admitted, trying very hard to maintain eye contact. ‘You know, why should girls have to wear such degrading costumes, and it’s demeaning to the heroes, don’t you think?’

He continued to talk but Marinette switched off, his wording striking a chord in her memories. No, it couldn’t be.

Adrien was just expressing to Marinette why he had decided to make his point when she put her drink on a nearby table and reached up as though to touch his hair. He paused, wondering what she was going to do, until her fingers reached the mask and she pulled it down over his eyes and stared into them.

‘Chat?’ She said, just loud enough for him to hear.

‘No, you’re Chat.’ He said quickly in his defence but she wasn’t done. She pulled the mask off him, took hers from her head and held it over his face.

‘Don’t lie to me, I’d know those eyes anywhere!’

‘You know Chat Noir that well, huh, Marinette?’ Adrien laughed nervously, knowing his eyes looked different like this.

‘Yeah, I do.’ She replied as she held the Ladybug mask up to her own face. ‘Really well.’

Adrien’s jaw flapped a couple of times. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Adding the mask to Marinette’s face changed her eyes. They were suddenly confident, strong, determined, and he was so in love with them he would know them anywhere. ‘My la…?’

She pressed her finger to his lips and handed him back his mask. ‘Not here. Later.’

‘Later.’ He repeated. ‘I can’t wait until later!’

‘You have to. People will notice if we leave now.’

He glanced around as his mind whirled. Marinette. Ladybug. It made so much sense and the reality hit him like a bucket of cold water. ‘Then dance with me?’ He took her hand. ‘No one will overhear us.’

She sighed. Dancing with Adrien sounded amazing but the truth of what she had just learnt had shook her more than she cared to admit. It turned out she was in love with her partner all along. ‘Adrien…’

‘Please?’

‘One dance.’ She held her finger up between them. ‘Then I need a drink.’

‘Great.’ He grinned as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor, turning and resting his hand on her hips to avoid pressing them to her bare flesh.

‘This isn’t a slow song.’ She narrowed her eyes at him even as she brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his body even through her gloves.

‘I don’t care, I’m scared if I let you go now that I’ve found you I might lose you.’

She smiled at the goofy look in his eyes, shaking her head slightly. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

‘Good.’

They began to sway to the music far too slowly, not caring about what else was going on around them. There was no one but the two of them. They stayed like this the entire night, as tempos changed and the number of people on the dance floor began to wane, and it was only when the lights went up they realised they were the only guests left.

‘I think we overstayed our welcome.’ Adrien laughed.

‘I think so.’ Marinette’s cheeks flushed pink and he was able to finally appreciate her outfit in its entirety. She was so beautiful.

‘You want to go get a coffee?’ He asked.

‘I’d like that.’ She nodded.

You could have cut the silence between the pair with a knife. They sat on opposite sides of a small table at the back of an all night coffee shop, coats fastened firmly over their costumes, Marinette staring into her coffee as she stirred it, all too aware of Adrien’s eyes on her.

‘So…’ He prompted and she looked up, the sudden word jolting her out of her overthinking.

‘So…I don’t know what you want me to say.’ She said quietly.

‘Tell me again.’ He smiled softly and she felt her own lips twitch in response. He was infectious.

‘You’re not mad?’ She asked hesitantly.

‘How could I be mad?’ He asked. ‘Just tell me.’

She swallowed hard and glanced down again. ‘I’m Ladybug.’ She murmured so quietly he could barely hear her.

‘A little louder.’ He encouraged her and she looked up, finding him grinning an entirely Chat-like grin.

‘You’re not funny, you know?’

‘I’m a little funny.’ He tilted his head.

‘You’re funny in that outfit.’ She laughed slightly.

‘I was going for crazy hot, but okay.’ He shrugged.

‘Shut up.’ She looked at her cup again as a gentle blush coloured her cheeks. He was right, he was crazy hot, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him, not knowing what she knew now, but that could work in her favour.

He narrowed his eyes and ducked his head to try and meet her gaze. ‘Wait, are you blushing? Do you actually think I’m crazy hot?’

She gave him a deadpan look. ‘I’m shy, Adrien, not blind.’

‘Huh.’ He had a far too satisfied look on his face. Talk about the cat that got the cream. ‘But just say it one more time? Please?’

She huffed out a sigh. He wanted her to say it, fine she would say it. Pressing her hands on the table she stood, leaning towards him until her cheek was almost touching his. Finally she whispered; ‘I’m Ladybug.’ Directly into his ear.

Adrien swallowed hard as her breath tickled his skin. He could feel the heat from her skin, he could smell the sweet scent of her with fruity overtones from her shampoo, and as she sat back again he could see every freckle on her face, every fleck in her bluebell eyes.

Marinette sat down and picked up her coffee, blowing across the surface to hide her flushed cheeks as her heart raced. She had decided to surprise him with a little confidence he was only used to seeing from her in costume, and it seemed to have had the desired effect. He had shut up, at least. ‘It’s your turn.’ She prompted him.

Adrien’s mouth flapped twice before any sound came out, and then he had to clear his throat. ‘Do you want to go on a date after patrol tomorrow night? He said rapidly.

Marinette choked on her coffee, causing it to swallow the wrong way, scalding her throat in the process. ‘What?’ She asked when she could speak.

‘Nah, forget I said anything.’ He shook his head. ‘It was a stupid thing to ask, I know you’re not interested I just hoped, now we knew each other’s identities, that you might give me a shot.’

Marinette looked at him in disbelief, which he took completely the wrong way and continued to ramble.

‘You have to be disappointed, I would be, I’m not exactly superhero material like this. I’m a model, that’s not really what you expect from Chat Noir, and you’ve always told me you don’t feel that way about me, that there’s someone else. I won’t ask again, let’s just pretend that I never said it.’

‘Well, if you’re not going to ask again,’ she said as she pulled the mask down off her head to cover her eyes, ‘then maybe this Chat should ask his bugaboo.’

‘Maybe what now?’ Adrien asked in confusion.

She sighed and sat forward, pulling his mask down over his own eyes. ‘Would you go on a date with me after patrol tomorrow night, my lady?’

‘But…’ The look of confusion on his face was absolutely endearing. ‘What about the other guy?’

‘You pretty idiot.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘You’re the other guy!’

‘I’m…I’m what?!’ He said louder than he meant to and it made her laugh.

She slid out of her seat and beckoned to him with her finger. ‘Try to keep up, chaton.’ She walked towards the exit and knew he was following from the sudden scraping sound of the chair and his rapid heeled footfalls following her. Smiling to herself she mulled over how things had turned out and how she had it all to thank the very costume she had so despised.

#mlb #miraculous #miraculous fanfiction

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crqstalite · 5 years

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pt. 16, ancestry. ( aric && hakio)

finally got around to writing another one. i had writing block for a hot second over the last week, so that’s why this didn’t come out as soon as i would’ve liked. sorry for the continuous filler, but i did need some time to flesh out hakio’s family before continuing on (they will have a bigger part in this story, especially tyqin, who contacted thek n ba’shira)

oh, and yes. tyqin is a drag queen.

written: 9.14.19. word count: 4,235.

════ ⋆★⋆ ════ character song: liar, camila cabello

character file: hakiojkl hyperion, colonel of the republic military

thankfully, elara arrives only a bit before dinner, ending the embarrassing confrontation with voonie and her mother. her mother threatens to give aric a talking to before they leave, but welcomes elara with a sunny disposition. once the three of them get settled, hakio introduces them to the members of her family. voonie doesn't bother with elara, questioning aric and whatnot, but baishya and apani have the most questions for both members. darjev doesn't leave his room until dinner is called, and josie is happy to listen in for the time being.

to say the least, dinner's rather quiet between the members of havoc. the younger members of the hyperion family ask all sorts of questions, those they can't answer legally (e.g, who do they work for), those they can't answer morally (e.g, how many people have you killed), and just...rather odd questions to say the least (e.g is aric afraid of cucumbers). no one acknowledges elara's accent or heritage (a win in her book), and more or less the twins are curious about the firepower the assault cannons have.

her mother shuts down that discussion quick when their eyes light up ecstatically as hakio delves into her favorite topics, weapons. it's not that she doesn't understand why, which is why she switches the topic to less dangerous tactics, which elara leads. hakio figures it's still a shock for her mother, and still a sore spot for the rest of the family. the brewing war has taken the form of their injured daughter and sister, and having three soldiers eat dinner with them in lounges with ruler-straight backs and only a chuckle here and there, is probably bringing the mood down.

her mother won't look at her directly anymore either. as much as she hugged her and and laughed with her when she first arrived, her eyes still speak volumes. disappointment is the loudest, longing is another. anger hides behind her eyes, the quiet fire blazing as she takes everyone's plates from them, disappearing into the kitchen.

it's been too long since she's been home. everyone's changed, and she feels as if the kids she grew up with no longer know her, and she no longer knows them. they easily banter back and forth with each other, telling jokes as if the reason they're here is no big deal. like nothing's happened, like nothing's changed. like their sister isn't on leave, like she's been here this whole time.

it's disheartening to say the least. how close she and her mother used to be, through her training at the academy, through school. through her father's death, through the accident. they used to be two peas in a pod.

what happened?

"i'm here!" a loud and cheerful voice says, the front door shutting loudly as baishya and apani jump up from their seats excitedly and josie rolls his eyes, darjev making sure their mother really was gone and putting his feet up on the table. "did you all miss me?" she barely overhears.

"yes!" the girls and josie say in excitement.

"who's arrived, major?" elara asks quizzically, out of earshot of the rest of her family, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"i'm not sure." hakio responds, head in her hands, a headache coming on. holding her head up, she rubs her temples. "probably one of our family friends."

"nope, it's ty." darjev says, overhearing their conversation as he looks up from one of his hologames. "he's coming with us to the hospital, and against mom's better judgement, she invited him to come over for dinner. he would show up late, that's tyqin hyperion for you." darjev scoffs as josie frowns.

"tyqin doesn't mean to be late, he's just been busy lately." josie says, frowning at darjev's comment. hakio holds back a sigh, josie's protected tyqin since they were children, deflecting the blame or taking it all himself. it's admirable, but rather annoying. "maybe he has something for you, hakio!" he jumps up, and dashes out of the living room, a blur of blue. darjev lazily looks over to her.

"i'm gonna murder that man at some point." he says nonchalantly, as if he's forgotten elara and aric were sitting at the table and he was just admitting what he'd done the day prior. "push him off a balcony if i could."

"that's our brother you're talking about, darjev." hakio narrows her eyes, eyebrows furrowing. "don't go around threatening your family."

"family? tyqin hasn't been my brother for a long time, hakio." he responds dryly, grimacing as he pulls another bread roll from the basket on the table and stuffs it in his mouth. "even you know that."

hakio knows that good and well, but it still doesn't make it any better. her eldest and youngest brothers had never gotten along well, their personalities clashing hard even as children. now that they're adults, she's afraid of the fallout from years of disagreements and arguments. tykurt tended to be the middle man and break them up, but he apparently hadn't been back to the apartment in years. apani, baishya, darjev and josie were the only hyperion children that still lived in the house with her aging mother.

something about that makes her uneasy for the future. "why do you care anyways? you ran off to the military and didn't even contact us after the accident. why'd you even come back tonight?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.

"that's because i care about quinne." she answers firmly, her cheeks heating with the realization that it's true. she's been disconnected from her family for so long. it has been a long time without seeing them, and maybe she should've tried harder to come back sooner. then, it's also not her fault she's out protecting the greater galaxy and the coreworlds; as well as coruscant from galactic threats. "i'm here for her."

"good to know that you've forgotten about the rest of us." he fires back. she opens her mouth to speak again when he cuts her off, "what about the twins? mom hates that baishya wants to go into the military, apani wants to be a field medic like the imperial you brought. marli's in training right now, won't even be back until graduation. and guess what? it's all because of you. you're gonna be the reason mom lives alone, waiting until one of us gets promoted or dies to see us again."

aric and elara both stand from their seats, the aforementioned cathar muttering something about getting some air and heading towards the balcony. now alone, hakio isn't afraid to bring out some of her worse not-for-those-outside-the-family arguments. as selfish as it sounds, she's glad they're gone so that her xo and medic don't think of her any different. "and so what? obviously you and tyqin are going to be here forever, slaving away to some corporation until you pass out from heat exhaustion or smoke inhalation. if they want to follow their dreams, why do you want to stop them?" she asks, trying not to raise her voice in case those out in the foyer can hear her.

"mom already lost dad. she nearly lost quinne. she lost you. she's still holding onto what she has left. what's it gonna take for you to care about the rest of your family again?" darjev asks, crossing his arms. "one day, no one's gonna be looking out for you because they know nothing about you, nothing about where you've been, who you're friends with, what you're doing." he pauses again, watching as she changes her own stance to pick up her glass. "you haven't been my sister for a long time. don't start acting like you are again."

and with that, tyqin and his procession of hyperions enters in the dining room as her mother comes back with a towel over her left shoulder. darjev makes a beeline for the stairs, heading up to his room. all she can hear is static in her ears as she tries to stabilize herself with this realization. her blood is boiling, how can he just say that and get up and pretend nothing's changed? that what he's said doesn't hurt more than a bullet to the chest?

hakio didn't know her sisters were planning to go into the military, she hadn't even noticed her quiet sister was gone at the academy. he was right, she knew nothing about her siblings. the childish wonders they'd once all indulged in, didn't matter anymore. the dolls were traded in for dresses, the books were traded in for medical magazines, the hairties for guns.

she hadn't been the only reason for this.

"oh. my. stars." tyqin accentuates every word, shrieking in excitement as he dashes over to her, hugging her as she tries to remain upright. "my sister, a hero of the republic is finally back home!"

"good to see you too, ty." she says, trying to shake off the previous conversation and give her older brother a bear hug. he has all sorts of bags in his hands, his face painted as if he's just been at a party. and as well as he acts, he stinks of alcohol. he must've been out before he'd arrived, which while not odd, was weird he'd go partying before visiting his injured sister in a hospital.

then again, this was also tyqin hyperion. well known queen and partier on the lower levels of coruscant. "ooo, girl. i knew i snatched weaves, but where did yours go?"

"i shaved it, dumbass." she says, trying to lighten her mood as she lifts tyqin's hands from her bare head. the curly-haired male rolls his eyes as he pulls things out the bags he's carrying, laying them out on the dining room table as the younger kids' eyes widen in excitement.

"brought some things for ya'll though. sorry hakio, had i known you were coming i would've bought you something too." he says, though she knows he's not. as much as he didn't know, he probably also isn't very sorry for leaving his sister without a gift. the younger ones were always his favorites (and voonie. voonie made it clear that whenever gifts were handed out, she got something expensive too), and he was always rather stingy (even though yuvi can -and often does- pay for everything without complaint) with his purchases for other people. evident, in the new nails he has done and the way his clothes shimmer in the low light of the dining room.

"it's not that big a deal." she finally says, choosing the least argumentative response as her siblings go through their gifts. hakio doesn't make much of a note of any of them (partially because she doesn't care, partially because her mind isn't on what lifeday gifts come early they've received), and instead decides to head back up to her, aric and elara's room until it was time to leave.

"wait for a second sweetie. where are you headed?" tyqin asks, his nails just ghosting her arm as she begins up the steps, josie, apani and baishya still gushing over the expensive gifts and her mother wiping off the table. "you aren't going to be a no-show like darjev are you?"

"of course not. but if we're heading out soon i need to get dressed." she says, and hurries up the stairs so that tyqin can't say anything else. he's such an airhead sometimes, she's not concerned whether he'll remember this and question her about her behavior later.

finally upstairs, she punches in the code and enters her bedroom, where elara is sitting on her cot and reading off a datapad and aric is pacing back and forth in front of her window. both stand when she arrives, before she gives the universal sign to relax. no one speaks for a moment before elara sits back down on her cot, shutting off her datapad. "are things...alright, colonel?"

"things are fine, elara." she says softly, giving her medic a smile. "whatever happens here, stays here. we hyperions just...show love differently."

understatement of the millenia, she grumbles to herself.

"permission to speak freely?" aric growls. hakio sighs, before nodding. she wonders what has aric so riled up. "whatever business is going on between you and your family, how do you just let your brother treat you like that?"

"how much did you hear?" hakio asks, cocking an eyebrow. she's rather suspcious now, aric tended to be much more in her life than she would've liked already, which she figured was typical of someone who was trying to court you, but found that odd he would eavesdrop. it seemed rather out of character for him.

"the captain and i accidentally overheard you on the way up. our deepest apologies, sir." elara apologizes, not meeting her eyes.

"it's difficult to explain. my family's been fractured for a long time, my return home has just solidified it for some." she responds, fishing out her bag from under her bed (careful not to touch the sheets atop the mattress) and pulling out garments of clothing. "i'm going to the hospital with my family in a bit. will you two be alright alone?"

"of course, sir." elara answers, aric still grumbling somewhere behind her. the sun is just setting over the horizon, and a glance at a chrono on her wall says that it's barely early evening. chances are, they wouldn't stay long either, so maybe havoc wouldn't spend the night. "whatever you need, we're here for you."

"thank you, elara." she says, putting her civillian clothes over one arm and leaving the bedroom to change in the bathroom. as soon as she steps outside, voonie passes by and she grins mischeveously as she pockets a tube of makeup.

"that cathar is keeping you rather busy." her sister purrs as she follows her into the bathroom, the door not closing fast enough to keep the dark skinned girl out. "how many men are on the team anyways? military men are always so hot."

"none that would be after you." she deadpans. yuun? definitely not, she wasn't even sure whether gand had mates outside of their own species. tanno? hakio shivers at the thought, it could either go absolutely horridly, or worse. ryean? the poor zabrak would have a heart attack over all the skin the woman showed. if her eyes were on aric... "could i get dressed by myself, please?"

"there's something going on between ya'll, isn't there?" voonie questions again, as hakio crosses her arms. voonie moves to primp her hair a bit, slathering something over lips. the two women in the mirror don't look all that different, but the way they hold themselves is. it's like being in high school again, hakio with the baby puffs and voonie's hair flattened and relaxed. one was clearly popular, dressing nicely though she had to work for it, and the other not caring with others thought about how she dressed. "by the stars finally. thought it'd take you forever to get married. even if he is non-human." she says, an e-cigarette in hand as she blows out a stream of smoke that makes hakio cough.

"go outside with that thing. and i don't care anyways. whether i get married or not isn't any of your business. now get out and let me get dressed." she says, nearly pushing her sister out the door with more force than is probably necessary.

"hmph." is all she can say, brushing her hair away from her shoulder and turning away from the bathroom. rolling her eyes, she pulls off her shirt before sticking the next one. however, she catches a glimpse of all the scars on her chest, and the muscles that came along with them.

she can't imagine what life would be like if she never left the apartment. she wouldn't look like this, that's for sure. maybe she'd be closer to her siblings and her mother. but she wouldn't have had the same experiences, nor would she know what she knows now. she wouldn't know aric, elara, forex, tanno, yuun, ryean or synntai.

but was it worth it? the accident with the junkers, being drafted into havoc squad? the betrayal?

for once in her life, hakio isn't sure.

"my dear, baby sister." quinne says hoarsely, coughing a bit as hakio comes to sit by her bedside. quinne shuffles to sit up, a grim smile on her face as she visibly winces. "finally, you've come to see me."

"i'm sorry, quinne. i've been so busy with havoc-" she says, before her eldest sister cuts her off with a finger to her lips.

"so talkative. nothing's changed. i know you're busy, hakio. and that's alright. you're saving the galaxy one battle at a time, and i admire that so much." she says, her dark brown eyes glittering in the white light of the hospital's room. "i wish i'd gone into the military all those years ago. unmarried, without kids."

"but you still love them, right?" hakio asks, a little nervous with the wistful tone her sister's voice was becoming. she has three kids and a husband, so this is rather odd. "you're representing the republic as a senator anyways. you do more than i do."

"that's kind of you, hakio. as much as i'd like to take that compliment, it's not true. i'm more a figurehead than anything else." her face scrunches up in pain as she stops talking for a moment before shaking it off, "sorry, the painkillers haven't been working for a while."

"don't be sorry. this wasn't your fault." and that's enough to get her blood boiling again. this was never quinne's fault, and she shouldn't have to say sorry for being in pain while her family visits. "i'm bringing whoever did this to you to justice."

"oh, hakio please. don't do anything stupid." she takes her hands in hers, trying to calm her down. "what happened, happened. it's like when darjev and tyqin used to fight. whatever the issue was didn't matter the day after, and on a grander scale, that's all this is. whoever shot me will forget about it later."

"that's...not how war works, sis." she says. the bandage wrapped around her chest is proof enough. the imperials weren't just going to give up because one person told them to stop. in fact, that'd make it worse. "the empire will just keep fighting, and i have to be there to stop them."

"then do just that. fight the battles, win the war. whatever you have to do. then you can come back and settle down with the rest of us." quinne says, smiling, "little hakios running around here and there. what a thought."

"sure." hakio says. as much of a wish that is for voonie, her mother and quinne, to say the least hakio isn't interested in settling down. the empire isn't going to roll over when she says 'i do' to someone. the republic will never be safe, and she can't exactly chase after agents if she can't see her own feet. "maybe." she answers uneasily.

"or not." quinne makes a movement to shrug, but winces instead. "my soldier baby sister probably doesn't want to step away from the frontlines, huh?"

hakio finally looks up at her face, really looks at her. quinne hasn't been a young adult for a long time, but for some reason she looks much older than she should. the way she smiles, the way her skin crinkles around her eyes. she's not sixteen anymore, and she's really someone else now. she's the senator of a whole planet now, she's the mother of three and a loving wife. and a doting sister as she rubs her head. "just don't forget how fragile life is. i attended one funeral for a hyperion killed in action. i'm not attending one for you too."

"long as you don't die first." hakio says, and quinne smiles. standing from her chair, she stretches her arms over her head, yawning. it's been a bit, and she was the last one to come in. it must be dark by now. she might as well take elara and aric out for a bit, it'd be late and there wouldn't be as many attendants at the spaceport. as much as she should spend time with her family, everyone is looking sleepy. being in space and on different planets so often makes her a little off the r.s.t time zones, hence why she isn't exhausted right now. "guess i'll be going, quinne."

"alright. i won't let my colonel of a sister get too caught up with little old me." she says, shuffling back into a position to lay down. "don't be a stranger."

"'course." hakio says, waving as the door closes behind her. letting out a sigh, she heads down the hall back to the waiting room. her family heads outside, chattering between each other as darjev ignores the others, and voonie continues quizzing her about her state of affairs with the men on her ship. when they return to the apartment, hakio is exhausted by answering question after question. her room is surprisingly quiet when she returns, and under closer inspection, elara has fallen asleep on her cot with her datapad in hand. slowly taking it from her so she doesn't wake her friend, she shuts it off and puts it on her desk, and puts the spare blanket on over her. at least that way she won't freeze through the night.

"hakio?" aric asks, sitting up on her bed. "didn't know when you'd be back, and elara passed out a while ago."

"she's been working since before i left. maybe we should all go out tomorrow, relax a bit." hakio suggests, turning on the shade to her window so that the skyline of coruscant can't see inside her room. "what've you been up to? not snooping around my childhood bedroom, i hope." she smirks as aric chuckles.

"i'd never. your mom actually talked both our ears off and gave us the leftovers from dinner. she's sweet." he responds, "she told us about your family, your dad. she let it slip she doesn't want you in the military anymore."

"i'm not surprised." her voice quiets as she sits next to her second in command, her head hanging. "as much as she wants it, this is who i am. i'm not sure i'm ready to give it up, whether my family loves me more or less because of it. i guess i lost sight of making them proud when i got drafted into havoc."

"don't apologize for wanting to make a difference. you're protecting the republic. sure i understand why they're upset, but that's on them. you can either bend to their will doing something you'd never be happy slaving away at, or you can do something that you would do for the rest of your life with no questions." aric responds. "you can't do anything about how others feel. whether you want to settle down or not, that isn't their decision to make."

"i..guess you're right." hakio responds. possibly he'd also been through this decision in his past. maybe his parents had also been hard on him. cathars did tend to mate for life, as she'd learned. maybe his family had been looking for him to marry better than they did. "if you weren't a soldier, what would you be doing, aric?"

"i don't know. this has always been me." he pauses as if he's thinking. "what about you?"

"you probably already know from the conversation at the dinner table. i was supposed to take over my dad's repair shop. tyqin and voonie used to apprentice there, and since i was the least girlish of the family, he figured i would've liked it. then he died while i was away, and the shop went through foreclosure. by then, i knew i wasn't coming back to coruscant, and my family knew i was the only one that didn't visit anymore. they didn't bother asking me to come back anymore." she frowns. it's all true, maybe if she'd stayed things wouldn't be the way they were now. maybe her dad would still be alive. maybe things would be the way they used to be.

aric seems to read her mind and uneasy thoughts as he puts his hand over hers. "it all depends on what you want to do, hakio. are you happy with havoc?"

"more than anything. i like protecting those who can't protect themselves." she answers firmly, staring back into his emerald green eyes.

"then that's all that matters." he says, as she smiles. for real this time.

"thank you, aric." she says, tipping his head just a bit as he looks confused before she kisses him. standing before he can do anything else, she looks over her shoulder slyly as she grabs her lounges from earlier. "i'll be back, i'm going to get a shower."

"y-yeah." he responds, "i'll be here."

"i hope so." she giggles, stepping over elara's sleeping form, the door closing behind her.

as much as she hates the idea of retiring, maybe being...lifemates with aric(that's what he called it, right?) wouldn't be so bad. well, if he likes her like that. her real emotions have only just emerged, it'd be a shame if he didn't feel the same.

but...hakiojkl jorgan does have a nice ring to it.

by the stars, now she was thinking like voonie, she though angrily as she turned the scalding water on. finding quinne's attacker first, aric later.

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