#but then it's like she takes a sudden 360 in the spin off | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

spideyspeaches · 3 years

Text

Spotlight ↬ t.h

A/N: This whore made me write this okay? shh you didn’t see me write this 🤡 Lord save me what have I written 😪😪💀

WC: 1.4k+

Warnings: smut. minors dni

Pairing: tom holland x photographer!reader (basically the plot lmao)

Masterlist || Taglist

“Is it just me, or are these pants super tight?” Tom grunted, pulling the tight dress pants in question to fit over his thighs. Wiggling his toes, he tried not to groan at the numbness in his limbs the uncomfortable pants brought, hoping the photoshoot wouldn’t take long.

He really wasn’t in the mood for a photoshoot this late at night, especially after a long day of continuous online press. The things he did for his fans. He just hoped that the new photographer wouldn’t be a rookie, he would feel terrible if he snapped at them for doing their job. Not that he would ever, his anger management was going well.

“I don’t know man, ask your stylist.” One of the dressers said. Tom didn’t know what his name was, there were too many people to keep track of names. And then there was the makeup artist, who decided that he needed makeup that very moment, brushing his nose with powder with a fluffy brush. Trying hard not to rip his pants, he sneezed three times in succession.

“Bless you.” The makeup lady chuckled, dusting more on his cheekbones before going to the rest of his face. Trying to deflect her, he moved around a little, earning a chuckle from the others.

“I think I’m already pretty without makeup, thank you very much.” Tom joked, rolling his sore neck, curling his toes once again as they cracked satisfactorily, sighing in relief that the darn fitting was finally done.

“You are pretty but the camera needs a little highlight to show your cheekbones off.” she retorted.

Scoffing, he looked around, eyes landing on the multiple flashlights in front of the green screen, and another person. Furrowing his brows, he shrugged, maybe that was the new photographer.

“Who’s that woman?” He asked anyway, sneaking a glance at You. He could only see your back, but he could see your hair tied up in a bun, baggy olive pants and a plaid shirt loosely hanging off your waist. He felt jealous looking at your comfortable clothing, pushing down the feeling with a huff. You were a stranger, and he would be home soon anyway.

“That’s the new photographer, she’s an intern but quite good at what she does. We saw her portfolio and immediately hired her.”

“That’s great.” He muttered absentmindedly tracing his eyes over your form. He found himself unable to stop the blush creeping up his cheeks when you turned around, a smile on your lips when you saw him eyeing you. It wasn’t often that somebody caught his eye.

“She’s off-limits.” The older woman muttered, smirking when he huffed.

“It wasn’t like I was going to do anything.” he said defensively, yet unable to take his eyes off you.

“Of course you weren’t.”

No he wasn’t. At first he wasn’t, but his stupid tight fucking pants were making him uncomfortable, twisting the rings in his fingers to stop the anxiety blooming in his chest. His eyes followed you again as he sat at the ground, watching you as you adjust the settings of your camera.

"Y/n, right?" Tom asked, as you nodded bashfully.

“Ready?” You smiled. Giving you a thumbs up, he posed in multiple positions, his eyes following your hands as they held the lens of the camera. You tried not to pay much attention to the man in front of you.

You had come here strictly to click photographs, not hook up with a celebrity who was decidedly the most attractive person in this room. You felt your breath hitch as he spread his legs, casually sprawling his hands between his thighs, right on top of his crotch. The rings on his fingers and the highlights of his makeup visibly shone against the bright lights. Clearing your throat, you lowered the camera from your face.

“Can you- can you turn a little bit? To your right?” You stuttered, indicating the new position, bunching up the hem of his grey dress pants as he shifted.

“This is better?” He asked, looking up with a smirk. He definitely knew what he was doing, and judging by his smug expression, which you decided to capture before it vanished, he knew how it was affecting you too.

The overall shoot was exhausting, with the constant wardrobe change and time limit. But the entire time, you couldn't help but be intrigued by the British actor in front of you.

His wardrobe definitely defined his muscles, the lights working wonders as they created shadows in just the right places.

“Can I see the photos?” He asked, coming to stand behind you once the rest of the crew disappeared to pack everything up. Your breath hitched again, the closer he came, the faster your heart beat.

“Th-they need to be edited.” You stuttered, switchin on your camera anyway. Without turning, you held the instrument in your hand, lifting your elbows as he came closer, his mouth nearly on your neck. You were both thankful for the empty dressing room.

“I bet they look good, they came from a sweet thing like you.” He whispered, bringing his hands closer to your waist, teasing you as his fingers traced non existent circles on the small of your skin visible from the hitched t-shirt. The air around you grew thicker, it was getting harder to breath with every passing minute as he ran his cold fingers burning your skin, the cool of his rings a foreign touch.

You’ve had a one night stand or two before, but they were usually men from random dive bars. Not a celebrity, who had taken interest in you surprisingly fast. Your gut twisted at the thought of doing him, the heat of the spotlight suddenly burning your skin. Was this going to be a one night thing too? You didn’t know. You didn’t care. You weren’t going to admit it, but you were a fan of Tom Holland. You had seen his interviews of him for Cherry, but somehow, the Tom Holland standing behind you was a complete 360 of the Tom you saw in the interviews.

“They look good because they have you.” You said, squirming at the funny feeling of his lips on your neck, sucking on the nape. Fuck professionalism, no one was there to catch you, the lights of the studio having been switched off because of it nearing it’s closing time. You had a trailer of your own, but you were too lost in his lips to care.

Twisting around, you jumped up as he caught you with ease, crashing your lips with his with a hunger that surprised you, arms grasping his shoulders as you dug your nails into his clothed shoulder.

Panting as you parted, you took off your clothes, the cold air hitting you as your body got used to the sudden temperature change. He watched in awe as they fell one by one, first your pants, then your shirt, leaving you in your sports bra and panties. His hard on was very visible from his pants, as he reached to unveil himself alongside you.

“Don’t you think this is a little unprofessional? We literally just met.” You spoke, walking closer to him, holding his cheeks in your palm. Biting your lips, you ran your hands on his now bare chest, feeling the hard skin of his nipples, his defined pectorals. Yeah, you really didn’t give a fuck about professionalism, you were about to fuck Thomas fucking Holland, maybe teach him a lesson after he left you all hot and bothered during the photoshoot.

“It’s unprofessional only if you want it to be darling.” He groaned, pulling you closer to his, your chests smacking against each other as he grasped your head, kissing you, the pace increasing as he picked you up by your waist, slamming you against the door of the studio.

You never knew a touch could mean so much, lost in your high of his lips against yours, his skin against yours feeling like fire and ice at the same time.

“Say the magic word babygirl, and I’ll stop.” He said, grunting as you dug your fingers in his back, your head spinning at the euphoria his voice brought you.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to say anything with your dick against me.” You said, stopping for a moment as he looked at you open mouthed. A moment passed and his laughter rang in the studio, your own mixed with his.

This was gonna be the longest night of yours.

A/N: SO THAT HAPPENED HAHA BYE IMMA GO INTO HIDING

#This isn't showing up on tags fml 😭😭😭#imma still try anyway #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x actress!reader #spideygirl writes

478 notes · View notes

selfindulgentfanfiction · 3 years

Text

What Can I Do? (William One Shot)

WARNING: CONTAINS MINOR SPOILERS OF LOVE UNHOLYC. Please be advised reading if you have not completed at least one route past day 7. I based this off of one of William’s side stories called “A Smiling Master and a Heartbroken Butler”. It isn’t relevant enough to the side story to be a spoiler for it.

Fandom: Love Unholyc Character(s): William and MC (unnamed and gender neutral) NSFW: No Description: Slight AU where even after spending 7 days with Sol, Leo, and Hi, MC still chooses William to be their partner for their Coming of Age ceremony. However, due to William losing his adult body during the day, he distances himself from MC and refuses the second time to be their partner.

“Master?” William knocked on MC’s door 3 times before opening the door. They always scolded him for not knocking, so William was doing as he was ordered; knocking. However, he never nailed the timing on when he should enter. MC was lucky he knocked in the first place, he humored.

William wasn’t expected for the sight in front of him.

The room was empty. No master in sight. Not only were they no where to be found, but the room was mysteriously picked up. All of MC’s dirty clothes were in the hamper and their gaming desk was free of any and all debris or food.

It wasn’t clean by any means, but it was suspiciously clean for his master.

William knew that MC was in their home 360 out of 365 days a year, but he felt panic swell in his chest. He was concerned for his master’s safety, but the thought of her with those humans made him feel even more insecure.

William’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out swiftly and almost dropped it. He cursed to himself before reading a message from his master.

MC: LIAM! MC: I’ll be home later. I have some things to do. MC: I know you haven’t been speaking to me much since you had to reverse time, but I understand.

William felt a tightness in his stomach at that. He didn’t know that MC noticed his distance, but even more so, he didn’t expect them to understand.

MC: Anyway, I picked everything up in my room. I ate before I left as well and I’ll eat before I get home, so don’t worry about making me anything. MC: I even braided my own hair today! You should be proud! (^-^) MC: Anyway, there’s no need to do anything today. Just take it easy, okay?~ MC: Oh, that’s an order from your master, by the way.

William stiffened. What was this? Why has his master done this? They’ve never done this before. William had so many questions that his head began to spin.

Then, he caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror. William clenched his fist at the sight in front of him.

The young boy in the mirror glowered back at William. He didn’t regret turning back time to save his master from Eater. He would do it a thousand more times. There was no price he wouldn’t pay for his master. He can’t help but wish that he paid any other price other than this one.

He was hundreds of years old, but during the day, he’s stuck in the body of his younger self. He also sacrificed half of his power when he turned back time. Due to his smaller stature, doing chores during the day was more difficult than ever. Keeping up with his master and a mansion in the state of his body was difficult work and often resulted in William cleaning well into the early hours of the morning. He would rest for a couple of hours before waking up to prepare MC’s breakfast. He complained out loud about how hard work has been, but he hadn’t expected his master to notice.

William looked around MC’s room. It was full of random items, all items he’d bought for them. He didn’t mind spoiling them. His master was unmatched as an Unholyc even if they didn’t realize it, managing to attract three partners on their first try for their Coming of Age ceremony. Out of all of the things they could be doing, his master plays games. He doesn’t think this is a bad thing. William’s brow furrowed at the memory of the humans. Leo, Sol, and Hi irritated him more than he could put into words.

William closed his eyes. He found the humans to be ungrateful and troublesome. He remembers how he came to be in charge of the 3 dogs.

-The day MC found their humans-

“Master, get up.” William pulled the comforter of the bed back to reveal a sleepy master, fighting him tooth and nail on getting out of bed.

“No!” MC fought, refusing to open their eyes. They rolled onto their side with a huff.

“You have to find a partner for your Coming of Age ceremony. Or, did you already forget? I swear, master. It’s like you intentionally stress me out.” William sighed. “Please, master. It’s time for breakfast and then the car will be ready for you.”

MC sniffled. Even though they weren’t facing William, he could tell they were frowning. “Why do I have to find a partner?” MC asks quietly. Their voice was laced with sleep and something else that William couldn’t place.

William did his best to hide the annoyance in his tone. “You have to in order to complete your ceremony. You have to have a ceremony to become a full fledged Unholyc. Do we need to have this lesson again?” William teased. He knew his master did not want to have that lesson again, but sometimes getting a rise out of them made them rise out of bed.

MC suddenly turned to face William. Their face was flushed and tears pricked the corners of their eyes. William’s eyes widened at them.

They looked angry at him.

“Why? Why do I need to go find a partner? Can’t Liam be my partner?” MC asked, brow furrowed.

Liam was completely taken aback by his master’s sudden boldness. He managed to open his mouth anyway.

“If my master commands it, I will be.”

MC’s face fell. “I see. Forget I said anything, then.” They got out of bed, refusing to meet William’s eye. “I’ll get ready. Please get out so I can change.”

William studied his master’s back before exiting, softly shutting the door behind him. He stood outside of their door for a few moments, gathering himself. He didn’t appreciate his master playing with his emotions like that. He didn’t want to hold out false hope of one day ending up with his master for eternity.

He didn’t want to be like that stupid butler of Shallotte’s, Pierce.

William sighed to himself. They probably only said that because they were too lazy to leave, and William was the easiest option for them since he lived with them already.

MC requested to eat in their room before they went to find their partner. William scolded them for eating meals in their room, however, it was just to mask how sore his chest felt. Truth be told, he didn’t want his master to find a partner. He wanted to be the only one to channel acme into them. He wanted to be their partner for her ceremony, and for their lives.

He wouldn’t admit this, however. He was fine being their butler forever, as long as he could remain by MC’s side.

No matter what, he just wants to be by their side. He won’t be selfish with his relationship with his master. He would only be selfish with being by their side. He told himself to never wish for more and kept the romantic feelings he had for his master buried as far as he could.

MC returned from their hunt for a partner with not only one, but three.

Not only three, but three humans.

William’s blood burned. Not only would be have to share his master, he would have to share them with three humans?

After they excused themselves to MC’s room, William quickly shut the door behind them. He couldn’t watch them channeling their acme into his master.

William’s gaze fell upon MC’s dresser. Before he had to reverse time, this had been where MC placed the gift he gave them on the day of their Coming of Age ceremony.

Even after spending 7 days with those humans, his master still chose him. After all of the hoops they jumped through for those humans, his master still chose him.

Liam sat on MC’s bed before curling himself up in her sheets. When he turned back time and realized what happened to his body, he couldn’t be their partner this time around. One of the humans would have to do it.

He couldn’t protect them like that anymore. He couldn’t provide for them in that way anymore.

Is that why they left today? Is that why they cleaned up after themselves? Were they preparing themselves for a life without William in it?

That must be why she chose the same three humans when he turned back time. They were choosing someone else they could spend eternity with.

-Coming of Age Ceremony-

Sol, Leo, and Hi held a gift out to MC. MC eyed all of them with surprise before tilting their head to the side. “For me?” They asked. All three of the men nodded.

“It’s your special day, my dear.” Leo piped up. “How could we not spoil you today? Especially with how cute you look!” Hi added. “After all you’ve done for us, it’s the least we could do for you, MC.” Sol finished.

William held a hand out in front of his master.

“You can only choose one gift today. Due to it being the day of your ceremony, you must choose the gift from whoever you want your partner to be for your ceremony. Choose one and make it quick.” William explained.

MC bit the inside of their cheek. They looked troubled. They were nervously fidgeting with their hands and shifting back and forth.

“Master.” William spoke up. “Just choose the one from whomever you like the best.”

“But-” MC started before stopping again. “How do I choose only one?”

“What does your heart say, master?” William asked them.

MC looked at William with tinted cheeks. “D- Did you get me a gift, Liam?”

William’s eyes widened along with the eyes of all three humans.

“I....” William trailed off. MC stared at them, urging him to continue. “....Did. I did get you a gift. However, it was a while back ago, since we’ve been waiting many years for this ceremony and all-”

“Please, can I have it?” MC cut him off. “I- I want you to be my partner. But only if you want to be my partner!” MC started fumbling over their words. “I didn’t want to order you to be my partner. I wanted you to want to be my partner.” They added softly. William barely picked up the last part. William began his ascent up the staircase.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He said over his shoulder.

William went to his room before grabbing the carefully wrapped gift. He’d gotten this for MC long ago and would re-wrap it every so often so that it still looked new. He didn’t think he would ever be giving this to them. He wasn’t going to hold back or allow MC to change their mind a second time.

William felt foolish. If he’d have just said yes to MC a week ago, he never would have had to deal with those humans. He never would have had to share his master with anyone. He wanted to make them happy over everything else, though. He didn’t know if they would be happy being his partner or if they were just scared to go find a new one.

Either way, he should have kept his mouth shut.

Descending back down the stairs, William gently took his master’s hand and led them away from the commotion and into the hallway. MC’s face was flushed and William couldn’t hold back his smile.

“Master,” William started, taking their hand in his. “In order for me to be your partner, we must first be under contract.”

MC’s eyes widened. They must have just come to this realization. “Oh!” They exclaim. “Is it okay to do it this late into my ceremony?”

“Considering all of the steps you’ve messed up this week, breaking one more rule shouldn’t make a difference. You know the magic words, master.” William guided MC to a chaise in the hallway and knelt down in front of them. “Bind me with a contract.”

After MC recited the magic words, William felt his entire body flooding with acme. Even though he’s a few hundred years old, this feeling was new. Acme was coursing through his veins as he gazed upon his master. He’s always loved his master without question, but this feeling was different than anything he’s felt before.

Lust. Protective. Adoration. Fear. Yearning. Love.

He understood why those humans would sacrifice themselves for his master after knowing them a short time. The admiration he was feeling toward his master was almost unbearable.

William took MC’s hand in his before planting a kiss on the back of their hand. When his lips met their skin, he began to let his acme pour from him.

“I, William, accept this contract to be MC’s partner.” He verbally signed his contract with his master before placing his lips back on their hand.

He was trying to hold back the best he could, but several years of pent up one-sided love was flowing out of him at an unstoppable speed. MC moaned, burying their face into their shoulder to muffle the sounds. William trailed his lips up MC’s arm, allowing his acme to pour into them with each kiss.

Wrist.

Forearm.

Bicep.

With one final kiss to the shoulder, William forces himself to pull back. His master’s face was flushed, mouth open as they were panting. William leaned up and placed his forehead onto MC’s.

“Liam.” They whined his name. It was music to his ears.

“Yes, master. I am here.”

“Liam?” MC gently shook William’s shoulder. He was sleep in their bed, glasses still on his face and hair disheveled. William’s eyes opened and fixed on the room around him. It was dark outside and he had grown into his adult body when he was napping.

“Master,” William called out to them softly. “What else can I do?”

MC’s eyebrows knitted together as they sat next to William on their bed. “What do you mean?”

William couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his arms around their waist and buried his face into their side.

“What else can I do so that you’ll want me to stay?” He asked them. He felt his chest swelling with each passing second, waiting for them to tell him to leave their room, waiting for them to yell at him in disgust.

However, to William’s surprise, MC smiled softly at him.

“Did you spend your entire day off in here?” They asked him softly, smoothing his hair down with their fingers. William’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact but he forced himself to look MC in the eye before nodding. When he snapped out of his daze, his eyes narrowed.

“Day off?” He questioned. He raised his eyebrows at them when he finally registered what they were saying.

“Yes, your day off. What did you think today was? I told you to relax!” They scold him playfully, poking him in the side with their finger.

“So, you were trying to give me a break?” William attempted to get clarification. He was just wallowing in self pity all day for potentially nothing.

MC sighed at him. “I know how hard it’s been adjusting to your body. You’ve looked after me for so long now, and I’m sorry I haven’t been looking after you as well.”

William felt a lump develop in his throat. He tried to swallow.

“You don’t have to do that, master.” William stated. “It’s my job to look after you.”

“True, but it’s my job as someone who loves you to notice when you’re struggling and take some of the burden off.” MC stated back. William’s eyes widened at his master, staring at them with a mix of wonder and admiration for a moment before composing himself.

“I know you’re holding back because of the circumstances, but I will always love you.” MC continued. “I’m going to work hard this week to try and help you get your body back. We will find a way. Then, I want Liam to be my partner again.”

William’s grip tightened on his master.

“I will always be master’s butler. So please, never stop needing me.” He mumbled into their side. “I love you, MC. Let me stay by your side.”

MC rubbed his back affectionately. “And master will always be Liam’s master.”

#love unholyc #love unholyc william #love unholyc fanfiction #love unholyc fluff #love unholyc one shot #william x mc #william x reader #william fluff #william love unholyc

245 notes · View notes

saturatedboy · 3 years

Note

Hai! I have another request ( if it's okay ) can you do a donna x fem pirate reader where Donna is just wondering around with Angie when she found a portal to another dimension that leads to a beach where the reader's ship is alongside the shore then they went to inspect it but ended up being caught by the crew and brought her to the captain of the ship ( which is the reader )

Donna Beneviento X F!Reader

Quick talk, this will be in two parts. I missed some of your idea to keep for the next part because I had ended up getting caught in writing this that I completely forgot to check through the request again. My deepest apologise for that but I promise to have the next part up soon.

Part 2- https://saturatedboy.tumblr.com/post/657437883445166080/donna-beneviento-x-fempiratereader

Requests: Open

Words: 3k

The fragrance of sugar and chocolate had diffused around the small room. Sat back in her chair was none other that Lady Beneviento, Donna. Brining the china cup up to her slightly chapped lips, she sipped the Earl Grey tea and sighed in delight as the steaming liquid ran down into her stomach system. Gently placing her cup down, she looked to the other side of the small round table that was surrounded by nature's plants. At the other end was Angie, the doll, chewing down on some Victorian sponge cake. Donna raised her dainty hand to her lips to hide the small smile that had sketched itself onto her face. Keeping her lips pursed together, she held in the chuckle that threatened to escape from Angie having some icing around her mouth. Pushing the chair out, the metal scraping amongst the wooden floor, Donna had raised herself out from her chair and walked over to Angie, picking up a napkin that was settled in the middle of the table.

Making her way towards Angie, she took the doll's head within her hand and dapped at the white smooth icing that had coated her mouth. "I know you can't feel but please do try to be careful when eating." Donna spoke softly, folding the used napkin up and placing it next to Angie's now finished plate.

"Yeah yeah, I know. But now we have had our afternoon tea, I think it's time for an adventure!" Gliding up from her own chair this time, which was stacked with books so Angie could reach the table when sat, the doll had grabbed it's toymakers hand and whooshed out through the many corridors.

"Angie, I wasn't finished with my drink," The whine came from Donna's mouth, her veil flying behind her unmasked face as she tried her best to keep up with her doll's quick speed when flying. Angie however completely ignore the cries of Donna and dragged her to he front of the manor by the cloak rack. A stern look had edged its way onto Donna's features as she was still upset about her tea going cold.

"I will make you more after a walk in the woods!" Angie swirled herself around the cloak rack and grabbed a black cloak for Donna to ear. Twirling herself around Donna, Angie placed the cloak on and tied the front into a bow. "There now lets go!" Donna shook her head slowly and flipped her veil over her face, only to follow Angie out of the manor, still wishing she could of finished her cup of tea.

"10 green bottles on a wall...10 GREEN BOTTLES ON A WALL!" Donna mentally screamed in her head as she listened to Angie scream. Although her behaviour would be accepted in the manor, Donna was very against of any attention outside her territory, which to her was mostly the manor.

"Angie, please keep it down a little," She whispered, closing her eyes as she followed the familiar path through her woods. Angie groaned loudly and dropped her arms to place weight onto her float. She let her eyes turns about as she started to spin in the air to give herself entertainment since she wasn't allowed to be loud.

"Spinning I am, spinning indeed." Angie talked to herself as she continued spinning, completely unaware of Donna having her eyes closed behind her veil as she herself was subconsciously following Angie's voice. As Angie was spinning, being unaware of her surroundings, she came connected to a rather large tree that had branches sprouting far and wide. "OW!" She screeched, altering Donna of the sudden pain. Donna opened her eyes and hurried towards Angie who was now sat on the dirt floor looking up at what she knocked into. "WOAH!" She cried out as she was back up floating around the large trunk. "When were you going to tell me you have a huge tree!?" She questioned Donna, circling around the trunk once and gliding towards Donna to settle onto her shoulder.

"I...didn't." Much just like Angie, Donna was also curious about the tree. She knew her territory like the back of her hand and she was more than sure that this tree had just came out of nowhere. Kneeling down onto the slightly soggy dirt, she inspected the large roots that were coted in a slimy orange substance. Dragging a finger through the slime, she fiddled with it between her index and thumb. "How strange, I haven't seen anything like this before."

"Oooooo maybe it's magic!" Angie threw her hands wide, her head doing a full 360 as she wriggled herself about on Donna's shoulder. Donna wiped the substance off her fingers onto the ground, pulling herself back onto her feet as she stared through her black veil at the now growing orange. "Erm Donna, what did you do?" Angie asked, watching as the orange had sprouted its way higher up the tree from the roots, to the trunk and so on, accompanied by a slight rumbling erupting from what sounded like inside the trunk.

"I have no idea Angie!" Shielding herself and Angie with her hands by crouching and hugging Angie close, Donna closed her eyes as the orange glow grew lighter and brighter in colour, changing into a warm white. She felt her body became much warmer as her head began to spin. Not knowing what was going on, she felt the faint touch of breeze brushing through her cloak. Letting herself fall onto her side, Angie still in grasp, Donna curled around and let whatever was going on to happen.

"-off mine. Go scrub the lower decks Decker."

"And why should I! I was only takin' a look!" Donna groaned as she felt the sudden feel of sickness wash over her body. She curled tighter as she felt like her body was swaying side to side. Trying to pride her eye open, she was met with the once darkness she had remember seeing from when she was first experimented on with the Cadou. A deep feeling of fear washed over her

"Because I'm the captain and you don't want to make the Captain angry now do ya boy?" Donna's fear increased at the sound of the voice. It was dripping in venom and threats that even she felt frightened of. The voice wasn't familiar either and the accent was one she hadn't heard before, Donna could've swore she knew everyone from the village, even the small children that had wished to see her to make flowers crowns with her when the festivals would be around.

"No ma'am-"

"Captain Decker. I am your Captain. Now off ye go boy before I get Slasher on ya. Beat it." The noise of heavy footprints had sped past Donna's head as she kept still, trying to keep her breathing to a minable. As far as she was now aware, whoever this captain was should be the only person left with her- wait no. Angie....where was Angie? More heavy footprints has walked past her head but whoever this pair has stopped right next to her head. Donna kept still on her side, not daring to even open her eyes in fear her veil may not be covering her face.

Silence was between all of them.

...

"I know you're awake~" The same voice, the Captain's voice this time was right above her ear making Donna squirm under the heat that came from the mouth. Shaking in anticipation, Donna shot her upper body up and pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small against the new person she has came in contact with. Looking up and keeping her eyes wide, she was in complete utter shock. In front of her stood a rather tall woman. Above average height she would compare her height to. Her hair was knotted, having a large Tricorn hat with a white feather place amongst the small nest of hair. A wide grin with small sharp teeth was scarred on the face of the female. She stood tall, a sword hanging from her hip with a long tail coat in white covered her body mostly with the front being open wide. Underneath the tail coat was a white waist coat, hugging the figure perfectly. White tights were worn with brown boots that reached the knee area. Donna's mind flicked to one word and one word only,

Pirate. Just like in the many stories she had read to Angie in the past. In front of her was a pirate, and a good looking one too in her eye. "Say there lassie, ye a long way from home ain't ya?" She spoke loudly, a chuckle rumbling her chest as she stared down at Donna. Donna was beyond speechless, did she transport world? Pirates were made up stories, they belonged in a book but the tree....the tree.

"Donnaaaaaaa," A satisfied sigh left Donna's mouth as she heard the familiar voice of her partner in crime. Looking around her space trying to find where she was, Donna saw blue the surrounded the scratch wood she was on. Looking back at the female pirate, she saw behind her an upper deck that had led to a steering wheel with a large male behind it with a pipe in his mouth. Looking behind herself, Donna saw the bow of what she now knew to be a ship. A sudden grip wrapped itself around Donna's back, a giggle escaping from whoever it was. "Donna we can be pirates! Oh this is a wonderful adventure!" Angie screamed out, squeezing herself under Donna's left arm to hug her from the front instead. Beneviento looked down at Angie, who now had a small hat on top of her grey veil.

"Angie, oh Angie." Donna huffed out as she hugged her doll close, being glad she was safe and not a single scratch on her.

"Gotta say, she's quite the hyper character ain't she. Pretty tough when up against Slasher as well. My mutt was gonna take a swig at 'er head there" Donna glared at the female pirate, feeling invaded and insulted that she would call Angie out on her character so easily like that.

"And you're just a...just a..." Donna threw her head to look back at Angie failing to come up with an insult to fend Angie's honour.

"Don't mind her, she's just head over heels for cute girls like yourself," Donna flicked Angie's head at her sudden words. Donna was sure she wasn't interested in fictional characters. Donna preferred to be clean, not like a pirate who would stay in the dirt and drink beer till they pass out inly to want a 'good time' when it was for their own personal needs. The thought of even dating a pirate sent shivers up her spine.

"I ain't no cute girl, I prefer the words dare devil or even maybe sexy~" The female flirted back, staring directly at Donna. Donna let go of Angie and stood up, her shy demeanour was long gone. She crossed her arms over her chest and threw her veil up not daring to take such immature behaviour from the other. The other had gasped, but not in shock but rather like she had just found treasure.

"Sexy isn't a word to describe such yourself- gosh I don't even know your name."

The pirate smirked, leaning their arm on the grip of their word as she lightly leaned back on her knee. She licked her teeth and smiled peevishly. "The name's (Y/n), however on the sea 'ere the name's Captain Silver-ring." Donna grimaced at the sudden outtake of the 'Captain Silver-ring's hand. She softly knocked it away from herself with her own hand and tutted, Angie watching from the side lines next to a rather buff dog which had seated itself on top of a barrel.

"I prefer it if you didn't touch me (Y/n). Contact by others isn't something I'm much used to." The quick explanation from Donna had created a head tilt from the Captain. She way beyond confused, what was a lassie doing dressed in full black even doing on her boat. Everyone in the area knew that contact was the only quick way to gain any booty, either by stealing or by taking- totally not the same.

The captain slowly nodded her head, a finger drumming on her cheek. "Okay, so ye on my boat with no thoughts of getting any of me treasure? Who are you working for? The Wooden Boot? Maybe you're a stealer for the Crow's Eye. I always knew she would try take me booty." Angie laughed out-loud drawing the attention of all the sailors on board the ship, even Donna.

"She said booty!" Donna covered her eyes slightly, feeling embarrassed. Her she was, a new world with new people and she may end up dying here. Great...just great.

"So if ye not 'ere to steal me booty, why are you 'ere then?" (Y/n) asked suspiciously as she then began to circle Donna, making her feel smaller than ever. Under the intense glare that (Y/n) gave out, Donna could only whimper slightly until the same light headed feeling came back to her just like before she came to be transported here.

"I don't know, I just somehow got here." Donna mumbled, letting herself drop to her knees with her head hung down. (Y/n) waited and stared at Donna, only getting bright eyes when she signalled everyone off top deck. Hurried feet ran down below, leaving just the captain, Donna, Angie and Slasher on top as night began to roll in.

"I never got ye name," (Y/n) said, kneeling down but keeping distance away from Donna after remembering she didn't like contact.

"I'm lady Beneviento-"

"A LADY! Oh my gosh, Where are my manners." Donna raised a brow as she lifted her head, it swirling around a bit, and watched as (Y/n) bowed.

"My Lady Beneviento-" A quiet gasp came from Donna's mouth. Never in her life was she ever called by 'my'- it was oddly comforting. "-I am Captain Silver-Ring, name belonged to me mother who used to be the greatest pirate of all times. I am in her place as Captain of the white vessel, I strive to find the treasure she never found."

Angie began to bounce up and down, the sudden energy that surrounded them all made her giddy- especially the loudness of (Y/n)'s voice. "An what is that treasure?!" Angie asked excitedly, seemingly slightly affected by the same feeling of Donna with the light headedness as she would use her hands to steady herself straight.

"Well, it's simple- kinda." Donna waited for an answer, her vision slightly blurring as she looked up at the Captain who was now on two feet. Swinging her sword out, she raised it high as the sunset light had bounced off the silver blade. "And that is to find the perfect woman to be with forever!"

Just like she was hit with cupid's arrow, Donna fell suddenly to the ground and felt the same sickness run over her body. She dropped in temperature as she held tightly onto the cloak that covered her body. Closing her eye, she sucked her lips in and bit on them to keep her mouth shut. She didn't feel like throwing up t the moment, gosh no but the burning sensation building up in her stomach would want to beg her to.

Voices rang about in her mind as she curled once again. Letting ridged breaths out through her nose, she no longer smelt the salt that had clogged her nose when she was on that ship. Instead a smell of pine and mud filled her senses. Staying laying down, Donna waited until she felt like she could move and not throw up. Expecting when she opened her eye to be faced with the cocky smirk of the pirate, she was surprised to find Angie- without a pirate hat- looking down at her. "Looks like we are back home." She said, letting herself glide up into the air.

Donna closed her eye and re-opened it. Indeed this was her home. The smell of the mud was familiar to know. Pushing herself up, light headed still evidence within her mind, she watched as Angie looked behind her. "Ya know, that was quiet the adventure. I think we should do it again tomorrow!" Angie exclaimed as she pointed at something. Following her finger, Donna looked behind herself to realise the tree that had gotten themselves into that mess was still there.

"I think I'll skip." Donna said, letting herself lay in the mud. Angie hovered right over Donna, looking down at her with a smirk.

"Too afraid to face Captain Silver-ring?" She teased, wagging her finger at Donna making fake kissing noises. Donna scrunched up mud in her hand and threw it at Angie who laughed in returned. With slightly rosy cheeks, Donna protested against the idea of seeing the Captain again. "Okay okay...maybe I'll show Lady Dimitrescu the tree! ooo I bet (Y/n) would love her. A lady who loves danger, how perfect their match would be."

For unknown reasons to herself, Donna couldn't help but scoff at the name of Dimitrescu. "You know what, I will go back tomorrow. Not like we have much to do anyway," Donna dragged out, her scowl still on her face. She wouldn't let Dimitrescu see her, oh no. She wouldn't allow it.

She found Captain Silver-Ring first, she shall be the one to see her again. "Is this you saying you love her~"

"Angie love is a strong word, one I'm sure Pirates don't use. I'm only going to gather more information- who knows maybe mother would like this tree." Donna bit her lip after her sentence. "Or- we just keep this tree to ourselves and leave it like that?" She questioned mostly herself but either way, Angie replied with a grin.

"Maybe we could help her find a lover and we could ask for information in return to give to Mother Miranda!"

"Yeah....lets do..that." As Angie floated away back to the Manor clearly excited for the next day, Donna stayed laid in the mud questioning herself. A sudden flash back of the Captain's grin came into her mind making her hit her cheeks. "No no Donna, you are a Lady. She is a Pirate. A really...really- awkwardly nice pirate." Closing her eye, Donna laid there silently enjoying the look of the Pirate in her mind on repeat. How weird- she was enjoying remembering the new Captain. A new world.

Her now favourite adventure.

#lady donna beneviento #lady beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #resident evil angie #resident evil x reader #donna beneviento #x fem!reader #resident evill village #residentevil8 #oneshot

109 notes · View notes

angellbarnes · 3 years

Text

Forgotten Love - part three: lions and tigers and secrets, oh my

series summary: You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

chapter summary: Quite some first mission. And some close calls, too.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

words: 1.9k

warnings: only killing those hydra goons

A/N: Ooooh I’m actually really happy with this chapter. Hope you all like! As always, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated☺️

series masterlist

The jet speeds off to an unknown location. FRIDAY is left in charge, of course. Everyone else either sits at the sides or is preparing for when you land. You get up from your seat and walk to the middle of the jet, where Tony, Steve and Nat are all looking at a hologram of some sort of concrete building.

“Hydra base.” Nat states.

“We’ve gained intel to a specific experiment they’ve got going on. They’ve been trying to recreate more of the supersoldier serum. We can’t let that happen.” Steve informs you, in his patriotic, ‘I’m Captain America’ voice he likes to use.

“Right.”

“Fury’s informed us that they may be closer to recreating it than we thought. He’s picked up some new radiation that’s coming from this building.” Your gaze falls from Steve back down to the hologram. With a flick of his fingers it spins, giving you a 360 view of the place. The sight makes you feel uneasy, in a way unknown to the team.

“If you haven’t guessed already, our job is to get rid of whoever and whatever is causing this.” Tony adds. “We take out the bad guys, steal their shit, and boom. Avengers win.”

“Always so serious.” Nat jokes. You smile at her and head to the weapons area, grabbing a few knives and a handgun, and slotting them into various places on your suit. Bucky is also there, picking a few similar knives but a much larger gun.

“This is your first mission, right?” He asks, not even glancing at you. You think for a moment, not quite sure how to answer.

“Yeah. It’s my first.”

“Don’t sweat it. We’ll be in and out in no time. It usually goes according to plan.” He finally looks at you, smirking, and gives you a wink as he walks away, leaving you with more conflicting feelings.

“5 minutes to landing.” FRIDAY announces.

“We’ll head down now to scope out the area.” Rhodey says. The back of the jet opens and he heads off in his War Machine suit, followed by Sam, followed by Tony using his nanotech and jumping out before he’s fully suited.

“Looks like you’re rubbing off on him.” You hear Bucky say to Steve.

The jet lands in the clearing of a nearby forest, leaving the rest of you to venture through it to the base, undetected under the cover of the night.

“Ready?” Steve asks as you head out.

“So ready.” You reply.

You, Nat, Steve and Bucky all head through the trees and it’s not long before you reach the large, grey building. As you approach the facility, you would have guessed it was abandoned by now if it wasn’t for what Fury had reported.

“Emily, we’ll head through the front and you boys can go around the back.” Nat orders.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve salutes her with a smirk and you head off in your different directions.

You and Nat find a small side door where the front of the building is and to your surprise, it’s unlocked. Both of your guns are up at the ready as you sneak down the eerie corridor. Only dim ceiling lights cast any glow amidst the darkness, the kind that are always flickering in horror movies. You come up to a split in the corridor and push Nat up against the wall with you when you sense an unwanted presence.

You close your eyes, concentrating on the way this person is moving. Though the footsteps are inaudible, you can feel it: the vibrations through the floor, of a male, walking with the rhythm of a robot. Patrolling the grounds. The vibrations get stronger as he nears. When he reaches the corner is when you pounce, catching him in a headlock and choking him silently unconscious, until he falls limp in your arms. You snap his neck. One swift motion and you lay him down on the ground, letting the logo on his uniform get to you more than it should have.

“Damn, Quinn, you sure have some surprising moves up your sleeve, don’t you?” Nat comments, stepping over the agent’s body. “A force to be reckoned with.”

“Buck, come on.” Steve picks up a jog as the pair head through from the opposite side of the premises, but Bucky is still looking over his shoulder every 2 seconds.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, and picks up his pace to match Steve’s.

They head further into the maze and, after taking out a few HYDRA heads, they find themselves in a corridor with a single door on the left hand side, reading ‘WS room 1’

“Winter Soldier.” Bucky speaks softly. “That’s what it stands for. Winter Soldier.” He takes a stammered breath. “This is one of the places they tortured me.”

Steve pays his friend a sympathetic glance. Bucky halfheartedly smiles but resolves to staring at the floor. He walks up to the door and takes a look through the small square window. Through it, there’s a small room, encased by glass, with computers and other equipment as such. Ready to make notes. Observations. Beyond that is a larger room with a stand consisting of various panels and buttons and a lever, which is attached to the large-framed chair beside it. The mere sight of it causes Bucky’s skin to crawl with the pain of the past. It almost makes him jump when Steve places a hand on his shoulder, signalling the time to head off again.

“Uh, guys, you might wanna check this out.” Tony’s voice crackles through the coms. “Get to where I am right the fuck now.”

You and Nat start running down the halls now, checking Tony’s location using the new tracking device he installed into everyone’s suits. Taking out numerous faceless HYDRA agents on the way, you make it to a door, a huge metal door, where two agents lay dead either side. Bucky and Steve arrive just as you do.

Steve opens the door.

With a loud creak, a blue glow emits from within the room, and standing in the middle is Tony, surrounded by viles and viles and bottles and machines. Paperwork is piled up messily throughout the place. You all head inside, slowly making your way around, taking notice of all the colours in various glass beakers, tubes and containers, some smoking, some not. Glancing at all the scribbles on the paper scattered around, and on the walls, it’s clear that this is the testing room for their serum. And by the look of the fridge in the corner, filled with bright blue viles, they succeeded.

“Wait, have they already figured it out?” Steve questions.

“No!” Bucky slams his fist on the table, angered by the despairing truth.

“They did it. They actually did it. And God knows how long they’ve had this. For all we know, there could be dozens of newly created supersoldiers walking among us.” Tony says, taking out a vile and holding it up to the light. You take a sharp inhale and turn away from the rest of the group, suddenly feeling light-headed. As you focus your breath and lean against the workspace, you also focus on the paperwork in front of you. It’s a file. Your soul leaves your body as you stare at the black folder, a blood red HYDRA logo stamped to the front. Underneath, some writing:

‘CONFIDENTIAL - SS test subjects 1-12’

SS. Supersoldier.

You hesitantly open it. Nameless faces are enclosed, reduced to nothing but numbers. All have red stamps over their files, labelling ‘FAILED’ in red. Every one is the same; a face, a name, ‘FAILED’.

Until you reach number 12.

You slam the file shut and jolt back upright.

“Emily? You okay?” Nat asks. You spin to face everyone, who now looks slightly concerned by your sudden outburst. You release the breath you were holding in.

“Yeah. Sorry. Seeing this just makes me so angry, you know? How they just want to create monsters with this stuff. No matter the cost.”

“Tell me about it.” Bucky comments. Everyone gets back to what they were doing before.

You sigh in relief, as if you were expecting them not to believe you. You discreetly slide page 9 out of the folder and fold it up small enough to fit into a pocket in your suit.

“This seems too easy.” Bucky says, as he looks over a page of scribbled formulae. You all gather round and look through what seems to be the final renditions of their recreated serum. As you read through, trying to make sense of the cacography, an overwhelming sense washes over you. You shut your eyes, trying to focus the feeling, pinpoint the source of it.

“Guys,” You open your eyes wide. “we need to get out of here. Right now. It’s everywhere. Let’s go, come on!” You yell at everyone as you feel the heat rise beneath you. You run, and the others follow. Nat grabs a load of HYDRA’s work, taking whatever looks important enough, and heads out with the rest of you.

You make it out of the building and keep running towards the forest. Rhodey and Sam meet you from where they were on lookout outside.

“Get down!” You shout, and everyone covers.

The facility is blown to smithereens, the sound of it erupting through the dawn’s serenity. Bright orange fills the sky, melting into the sunrise.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Sam urges, to which everyone gets up and heads back, exhausted, to the quinjet.

You let yourself fall onto a seat, leaning your head back against the wall and releasing a long-awaited breath.

“Thank God we have you on our team, Quinn, otherwise we would have been barbecued.”

“Glad to be here, Stark.” You manage to push yourself up, gathering with everyone around the table, where the team is examining what Nat managed to pick up. You scan what’s in front, and your heart falters.

“Where did you get that?”

“Grabbed it on the way out.” She replies. “Looked important.”

“Well, yeah, files with huge capitals that say ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ usually are.” Sam remarks.

You’re tense the whole flight back, biting your nails and lip as you all go through the papers. And when you land, you’re the first one off the jet.

“How did it go?” Wanda asks when you’re back in the compound.

“You want the good news or bad news first?” Tony pours himself a drink.

“Tony, it’s like 7AM.” Steve states.

“Well done, Cap. You can tell the time.” Tony carries on pouring and takes a large swig, holding his glass up to Steve as he swallows.

You rush to your room in silence before anyone starts recounting the mission and passing round that file.

You shut and lock your door, sliding down it and letting your face fall into your hands. You reach for the piece of paper you took and unfold it. You can hardly bear to look at it, feeling sick to your stomach. You barely recognise yourself.

~~~

“Did they all make it out?”

“Unfortunately.”

“And her?”

“She’s with them now.”

“We will have her back. She can’t hide from us. Number 12 will be back with us soon.”

245 notes · View notes

tamakissimp · 3 years

Text

senario- selfhate comfort

request: @uhhh-i-like-yaoi : Hihiiiii! I loved your last comfort post! Could I have the same bois comforting a female reader who is crying because she doesn’t feel pretty? Tysm!

a/n: ahhh yes. I love writing comfort pieces. I added in some other boys because I ✨felt like it✨

warnings: body issues, insecurity, lack of self confidence

BAKUGOU:

wordcount: 544

The image in the mirror is almost mocking you. The way your own body seems to taunt your mind and pull you into its darkest corners is scary. Scratch that, it's terrifying. You know that the healthy thing to do is to look away. But you can't. Your eyes are fixated on all your flaws. You're so busy with pulling yourself apart from that you don't notice the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

People often talked about how Bakugou was out of your league. You knew that being with someone as handsome as him you quickly learn that, and most of the times their harmful words don't phase you. But maybe you are a little bit more tired today. Maybe you're feeling a bit more down. You don't know what it is, but those mean words seem to get past your defence and straight into your heart today.

You clasp your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound of your crying. Even now, with shaking shoulder and blurry vision, all you can think about is how ugly you like while crying. "Idiot!".

Normally you would whisp your head around at the gruff voice but not today. "Are you there?" Bakugou asks. A set of knocks on your door follows. Normally you would welcome him with open arms but not today. What if he saw you like this? He would think you're weak. Weak. Pathetic. Ugly. Awful. Disgusting.

Another sob wrecks through your body. Bakugou's body stiffens at the sound. His blood runs cold. Without a second thought, he rips the door open. The sight of you, standing in front of the mirror while sobbing makes his heart ache. "Teddybear?". His voice is softer.

You hold your arms open for him. He takes the note and walks over to you before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He pets your hair as you sobs seem to get worst. Bakugou mumbles sweet nothings in your ear. All you can do is cling onto him. "What's going on, teddy bear?" he asks.

it takes you a moment before you can reply. Every time you open your mouth to speak another sob wrecks through your body. "I'm ugly," you finally manage to speak. You can feel Bakugou shake his head against your shoulder.

"I-I'm ugly and disgusting and you shouldn't b-be with me," you say. You expect Bakugou to agree with you. You expect him to pull away from you, laugh at you before walking out of your room. But he doesn't.

His arms stay wrapped around you, his grip becoming even tighter as he nuzzles into your neck. "No," he says. You want to disagree but he beats you to speak. "You're pretty. Gorgeous even. And I don't say that to everyone, idiot. You're too good for me.".

"I'll show you," Bakugou says. "I'll show you how pretty you are. I'll teach you how to love yourself....Idiot.". You smile softly. His heart does summersaults as he feels you smile against his shoulder. You nod.

"Okay," you mumble. "Okay. T-teach me how to l-love myself.".

SHOTO:

wordcount: 506

You hate yourself for feeling so down. You hate yourself for not being able to be there for Shouto. You know he needs you. He has more reasons to be self-conscious. Though his face looks like it's sculpted by the gods, the scar that taints his skin is one of his most prominent features.

"Are you alright?" Shouto's calm voice asks. You nod your head. Wrong. You feel bad for lying to him but you don't want to burden him with your problems. Shouto nods. On the outside, he looks fine but he is beating himself up mentally.

He has noticed your distance and he can only fear for the worse. Maybe his biggest fear is becoming reality. That you're planning on breaking up with him, that you're done with dealing with someone as broken as him.

All Shouto does is wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you both lay in his bed. You stiffen under his touch. The feeling of his hands running up and down your skin only makes you more self-conscious. Shouto's brows furrow at your action.

"Spit it out," he says. You don't know what it is about his voice, but all of a sudden your eyes fill up with tears. Shouto remains silent until he feels something wet hitting his shirt. He looks down at you only to find you silently crying. He immediately pulls you tighter against him.

"I'm sorry,” you say in between silent sobs. "Fuck, I'm sorry.". Shouto shakes his head as he sits up a bit straighter. He rocks the two of you slightly in an attempt to comfort you.

He's still socially awkward but you're teaching him how to deal with emotions, which includes how to comfort someone. He uses your tips as he searches his mind for anything he did that might upset you. He rubs his hands up and down your back, strokes your hair while sushing you softly.

"Do you...want to break up with me?". His voice cracks at the end of the sentences. He can't imagine a world without but he would rather break up than be in an unhappy relationship. Relief washes through him as you shake your head.

"No, never," you say. You stay silent for a moment. It's best to just rip the bandaid off quickly. "I'm ugly.". The moment the words leave your lips, violent sobs wreck through your body. Shouto stays quiet which you take as he agrees with you.

You pry yourself out of his arms and beeline towards the door. Shouto stops you, though. His hand wraps around your wrist before he spins you around, pulling you into his chest. You fight against him but to no avail.

"Never, ever, say that again," he says. His voice isn't cold like it normally is. "You're beautiful. Inside and out. I know you won't believe me but please do.". All you do is nod against his chest as you run a hand through his two coloured hair. "Please believe me,".

TOKOYAMI:

wordcount: 360

You and Fumikage often talk about your insecurities. Being with someone who's quirk affects their body as much as Fumikage's quirk does, conversations like that start easily. Normally, the two of you will lay on his bed, limbs intertwined while venting out your feelings. So this time is no exception.

Dark shadow lays on the feet end of the bed, his cold fingers running up and down your calves while Fumikage's warm arms encircle your body. Your fingers run over his feathers. You have no clue what he does to them but they always feel like satin between your fingers. "I'm ugly," you blurt out.

The comforting circles Fumikage was once rubbing on your skin now stop. Dark shadows grip on your calves tightens a little. Sure, these sort of thoughts aren't weird to be shared but that didn't make them any easier to hear. "How come?".

You shrug. You push your face even further against his chest prompting him to resume rubbing your skin. "Look at my face. Look at my body. I'm ugly," you say. It hurts Fumikage how easily you say those words.

In his eyes, you're an angel. Everything you do is a gift from the gods. Yet you have no problem with tearing yourself down. Though he can't judge since he has the same habits. "You are not," he says. You take a deep breath while waiting for him to continue.

"You're beautiful," Fumikage says. "While my words might not affect you now, I do hope that you can one day see yourself through my eyes. I hope that you will see how beautiful you are, my love.". A soft smile spreads against your lips.

Dark shadow removes its hands from your calf and nuzzles his cheek against it instead. "You talk like an old man.". Even though your tone is happy, Fumikage can sense the sadness laced through it.

"You love how I talk," he says. You nod. You lean up and press a hast kiss against his beak. Behind his feathers, a blush warms his cheeks.

"Thank you," you say. "I hope one day you see how handsome you are too, birdman.".

KIRISHIMA:

wordcount: 787

Normally, you didn't feel like this. Being in a relationship with Kirishima meant that he became your personal hypeman. He took any opportunity he got to compliment you and boost your confidence. Lately, however, the UA has been dishing out heaps of homework and training got more intense. This left little time for you two to spend together. You didn't mind, of course not. You support Kirishima's dream of becoming a hero and you knew it would be like this eventually. You just haven't gotten used to it.

For the umpteenth time this week, you find yourself standing in front of your mirror. A rational person would walk away from the mirror. You aren't a rational person though. Instead, you try on every piece of clothing you own that is even remotely tight fitting. Seeing how the fabric clings to your body, extenuating every lump, dent and curve.

You sigh as you run your hands over your body. Feeling your thighs, arms, stomach. All disgust you to a degree you didn't know was possible. A voice in the back of your head is screaming all your imperfections at you. Your face isn't symmetrical enough. Your stomach isn't flat enough. Your collarbones aren't prominent enough. Everything is wrong.

Tears well up in your eyes as you keep hyper-focusing on every flaw. You want to stop, god you do. To smash the mirror to pieces and spit on it. But you can't. Instead, you can only think about Kirishima's friends.

They're kind, sweet, helpful, hero's in training. The only thing bad about them is how perfect you are. It's hard to not compare yourself to them when they're all models. Momo has legs for days, Bakugou has muscles that you could never have, Iida is as smart as they come, Mina can make every outfit look good, Denki has enough charisma for ten people.

Sobs slowly wreck trough your body. You clasp a hand over your mouth. You stare at your own face in the mirror. Red eyes, wobbling chin, swollen cheeks. Even your crying has flaws.

"Pebble," you hear a voice behind your call. Your blood runs cold as you wipe around. You were too busy with pulling yourself apart that you didn't notice Kirishima entering your room. His eyes are drooping and his smile slowly falling. he holds a small bag in his hand. You can see the feet of a teddy bear and your favourite snacks sticking out of it. A surprise date, how sweet.

You shake your head as you make grabby hands towards him. Kirishima drops the bag and runs over to you, pulling you tightly against him. Your sobs grow tenfold now that you're in his arms. He pushes you as he softly pats your hair. "Let it all out, baby," he whispers.

His strong arms envelop you like a blanket. His cinnamony scent brings you comfort. You always thought he smelt like chai tea. After you told him that, he started drinking chai more. You smile at the memory. Your smile drops, however, once you feel his hands travelling over your body.

"Please talk to me," he says. "What's going on?". Kirishima's heart is breaking. Seeing you in this state makes him rack through his mind to find anything he could have done wrong.

"I'm ugly," you croak out before another sob wrecks through you. He stiffens. He curses at himself for not noticing your insecurities sooner. Normally, he was there to brighten your mood and build your confidence up. Normally. But he hasn't seen you as much as normally.

You push yourself further into his chest, hoping to disappear. "I'm ugly, and- and I'm gross," you say. "And I don't k-know why you're with me. B-Because you're handsome a-and kind and sweet and I-I'm none of that. You s-should just break-".

"No," he says sternly. He doesn't let you finish that sentence. He doesn't want you to. "No, I won't. Don't ever think I will.". Kirishima pulls you off him slightly so that he can look into your eyes. He cups your cheeks while brushing away your tears with his thumbs.

You sniffle but melt into his touch. "You aren't ugly, okay? Say it for me. Come on, say it," he urges you. You nod.

"I'm not-I'm not ugly," you say softly. He nods before puling your to him again and places a kiss on your crone. "I'm not ugly," you say again before silent sobs shake your shoulders.

"I'm just going to have to show you, yeah, pebble?" Kirishima says. You nod against him. Your hand travels up and laces through his hair. Even now, when you're crying your eyes out, you're still trying to comfort him. "I'll show you.".

TAMAKI:

wordcount: 774

Tamaki is invisible. It's something he learned to do over the years and now he can't stop doing it. Hiding in the shadows, his presence unknown to people. People tend to look over him and that's the way he likes it. Being in the big three, however, makes him seen. It makes him stand out like a sore thumb and his shyness draws ever more attention towards him.

Due to this, your relationship has become quite known around the school. And with that people tend to talk about you, gossip about you. You tuned it out most of the time. But when people gossip about you, it's hard not to listen to it.

"I mean, yeah, Tamaki is a total cutie," you hear some girl say. You don't even bother looking at her. You just try extra hard to focus on the homework your working on.

"Right?" her friend chimes in. "I don't know why he's with Y/n. Probably out of pitty. He's sweet like that.".

No. Don't listen to them. Tamaki loves you, you know that. He tells you that every day. He might not be physically affectionate but-

"I don't know. Y/n is just kind of...ugly?". Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Goddammit. Fucking fuck. "I didn't think they would ever be with someone.".

With that, you stand up. You don't even bother taking your stuff along with you. You doubt that anyone would be interested in stealing your homework or stationary. You can't even look at the gossiping students as you walk past them. Just get to your dorm, that's the plan. If you walk fast you can be there on less than three minutes.

You keep your gaze down as you fight back the tears. You can't cry in the hallways. That weird and ugly. "Bunny?". You lookup. Tamaki is standing at the end of the hallway, next to Mirio. He waves shyly at you. His goofy smile drops as he sees your pained expression. You strud over to him.

Are you breaking up with him? Did he do something wrong? Did you finally realize how much of a useless ball of shyness he is? His thoughts are running wild and worse case scenarios are popping up in his head.

His mind stops when your arms wrap around him. You two never hug in public. It's too scary for Tamaki, too stressful. But now that he feels your shoulders shake and your breath hitch all he can do is pull yours against him. Your hand travels up and plays with his hair while his arms wrap tightly around your middle.

"Am I ugly?" you ask, breaking the silence. Tamaki shakes his head against you, his hair tickling your neck. "’Cuz it feels like it.". His heartbreaks. You're always there to comfort him, to help him when he's on the brink of a panic attack. Now he has to be there for you.

"No, b-bunny," he says softly. His voice soothes you in a way you didn't imagine it would. "You're so p-pretty.". His words are few but you don't care. You know it's already bold that you come to him like this in public. Normally, you would only cling onto him in the comfort of his own dorm.

While he says little, he does comfort you. His touch ground you. The way his strong arms encircle you and warm you up. You press your nose into his neck. His hair feels silky smooth between your fingers. "I'm not," you say.

You feel awful for dropping your feelings onto him like this but you don't know what else to do. Tamaki is the person you go to for comfort, for love. "Who m-made you feel l-like this?" he asks.

You just shake your head as another sob wrecks to you. You muffle the sound by pressing into him. To bystanders, it just looks like a longlasting hug and not like your crying your eyes out.

Tamaki already knows the answer. He would be lying to say that he didn't hear the rumours as well. He hates it. Not just the attention but the bad things being said about you. That you're only with him because he's in the big three. That you aren't pretty enough for him, strong enough for him. He hears them all.

"W-wanna go... to...um..y-your room?" Tamaki asks. You nod. He places a kiss onto your forehead. Your heart warms up at the bold move. You swift so that one of his arms is now swung over your shoulder while the other is holding your hand. You hum softly at the comforting touch. "I-I think that...you're pretty," Tamaki says.

SHINSO:

wordcount: 435

While Shinso tends to be grumpy to others, he never is to you. He treats you with an unknown kindness. He touches you like your made of glass. And you do the same with him. You lean into his touch. You aren't afraid to answer his questions and you never saw him as a villain.

Due to your close bond, you two share your insecurities. It's normal for one of you to barge into the others dorm and just rant out their feelings. Which is how you find yourself here, walking through the halls with pathetic desperation. You don't even bother knocking once you reach Shinso's room. You just rip the door open.

Shinso can immediately tell that you're feeling down. Maybe it's the way your drag your feet more. Maybe it's the way you don't give him a 'hey nice to see you again' kiss. Or maybe it's the fat tears dripping down your cheeks. "I'm gonna talk," you say.

Shinso just nods. He pushes his chair away from his desk. You get the hint and walk over to him, plopping into his lap. His fingers immediately start rubbing circles on your arms.

"I'm ugly," you say. Shinso's heart stops for a second. This was going to be painful for him to hear. "I'm ugly and disgusting. And I-I'm sick of pretending I'm not. Y-You always say I'm p-pretty but I know y-you're lying. I'm not. And-And that's okay.".

You drop your head to let it rest against Shino's shoulder. He just shakes his head. He waits a minute for you to speak again and when you don't he does.

"You aren't ugly, kitty cat," Shinso says. You smile at the pet name. "You're as pretty as they come. Fuck everyone who tells you you're not. Fuck. Them.".

"You're out of my league," you say. Shinso shakes his head. One of his hands moves up to pet your head softly.

"Bullshit. I'm a fucking piece of shit villi-" he says. You lay a finger of his mouth to stop the word from being said. You lift your head and look at him. Even though your crying and your vision is blurry, you cup his face.

You shake your head. "Don't," you say. "Don't so that.". Shinso leans into your touch. It's selfish to treasure your touch in a situation like this but he can't help himself.

"Then you can't say that you're ugly," he says. You close your eyes before leaning your forehead against his. He feels you nod against him. A soft smile spreads over his normally stoic lips.

"Deal," you whisper out.

358 notes · View notes

luvlyuno · 3 years

Text

alone (m)

What happens when your crush offers to let you stay a few nights but plans take a turn?

Pairing: Huening Kai & Female OC

[ft. TXT Soobin & Yeonjun, NCT Na Jaemin, ITZY Lia & Yuna]

Genre: Suspense, Little Angst, Ballet AU

Warning: Sexual Assualt, Rape, Arguing, Trust issues, Suicide

Word Count: 2.0k

Note: first post~

-------------

“And 1. And 2” The girl leaped from point one to point two. Feeling the melody of the classical song. Her dance partner lifted her body off the ground, bringing her to a full 360 degree. “Great job Sujin. Impressive like always” The instructor complimented as the team finished practice. Sujin’s face turned into a light shade of pink, quickly thanking her instructor before scurrying to her bag to pack everything up.

“Hey Sujin, Miss Park wants to speak to you in her office.” Lia, a fellow member of the ballet academy said. The girl put her phone down walking over to the office surrounded by windows. “Miss Park, you called me?” Miss Park stood up from her desk with an envelope in her hand. “Look what I found in the mail.” The elder woman handed the thick envelope to Sujin. “It’s from Saebom School of Arts.” She commented. A layer of moisture grew on Sujin’s hands. Her hands started shaking as well. “Open it when you get home.” Miss Park lightly patted the girl on the shoulder as she walked outside back into the studio.

“Why did Miss Park call you in?” Yuna, another teammate and friend of Sujin asked. “She gave me this envelope from Saebom.” Yuna’s mouth was in an ‘o’ shape. “Well, I got to go. Someone was calling you by the way. Don’t forget to text me!” Her friend yelled running out of the door of the studio. Sujin giggled a bit, walking off to her slightly open duffle bag. The girl knelt, picking up her phone from her bag. A notification from the boy that she’s head over heels flashed on the screen. “Kai Jung.” She said under her breath. The two lovers met over summer dance camp. Kai was from a different ballet studio a couple of hours away from Sujin’s. They met by being paired up for a boy and girl dance duet at camp. Later growing mutual feelings for each other. She unlocked her phone immediately by pressing on the messaging app. Sujin typed away on her phone telling Kai that she will call him when she got home from the studio. Before leaving Sujin waved goodbye to her ballet instructor and went off to catch the next bus.

“Next Stop: District 9” Sujin got up from her seat walking out of the bus. She watched as the stores along the sidewalk turned on their neon lines. Shining through the darkness of Seoul. Sujin sighed heavily as a quick shiver ran down her back. Sooner than she thought, Sujin was already home ready for dinner. “Sujin’s home!” The girl’s older brother, Jaemin said, sliding through the hallway of their house. Sujin smiled as she took her shoes off. “Mom!” She yelled from the Mudroom. “Miss Park gave me this envelope from Saebom.” She made her way to the kitchen. “She told me to open it at home.” Mrs. Na hummed in response while stirring the soup for dinner. Sujin slowly opened the thick envelope, taking the piece of paper out.

“Oh my god.” She gasped, clasping her hand to her mouth. “I got in! OMG, I GOT IN JAEMIN!” She squealed like a pig. The girl jumped in excitement, her once low bun undoing.” Jaemin hugged his sister. “Congrats sis! You got into your dream school! She nodded, smiling from ear to ear. Sujin turned to look at her Mom who had no emotion written on her face. Sujin’s smile dropped to a confused look. “Mom? What’s wrong” Her Mother looked up. “Isn’t this too much? Ballet is a hobby, not a career.” Mrs. Na questioned. “Mom, Sujin has plans ready for herself. She planned to be a professional ballerina and have a side business like what she has now.” Jaemin stuck up for his little sister. Sujin was on the verge of tears from all the arguing. “And!? What is that gonna help her in the future? I TOLD YOU TO BECOME A LAWYER-'' Mrs. Na was cut off. “BEING A LAWYER WAS YOUR DREAM NOT MINE! I CHOOSE WHAT I WANT TO BECOME IN THE FUTURE NOT YOU!”

Sujin then stormed off to her bedroom. Tears streaming down her face. Jaemin’s eyes following hers. “Wow, Mom. The time when you’re supposed to be a ‘supportive mother figure’ has gone to waste.” Jaemin ran after Sujin leaving their Mother dumbfounded. Sujin sat on her bed as she cried rivers. A sudden knock was heard. She didn’t feel like opening it, so she ignored the knocking. “Sujin it’s me Jaemin. Can I come in?” She stayed silent. “I’ll just take that as a yes.” Jaemin walked in taking a seat next to her.

“Why can’t Mom just understand that this is what I want for me in the future? What did I do for her to act like this? I don’t want to be under the same roof as her right now” Sujin complained as tears spilled out more. Jaemin sighed. “I honestly don’t know how to respond to this but I support you. Dad would support you too.” He smiled trying to brighten the mood. Sujin’s lips curled a little making Jaemin feel a little satisfied. “I’ll give you some alone time. I know you’ll probably trap yourself in here till she apologies, so text or call me if you need anything.” Then he left, leaving Sujin giggling a bit. Her phone started ringing all of a sudden.

Her phone lit up with the contact name Kai <3 on it. “Hello? Kai?” Her voice was raspy from all the crying. “Hi, Sujin! A-are you okay? You sound sick.” Sujin softly giggled at how Kai was worried for her. “I just got into an argument with my Mom. I don’t want to be here right now.” She pouted. “Wanna stay the weekend at my Grandma’s house with me? She lives near you. Same town.” Kai offered. He was planning to surprise her but plans took a turn. “Oh please, you’re a lifesaver Kai!” She smiled through the phone. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Around 4 pm.” Kai happily said. The two eventually hung up. Sujin laid down bored out of her mind. Until Jaemin barged into her room.

“Well, dinner was super awkward. Mom was just ranting to Dad the whole time but bro was like I support her.” Sujin puffed out a little chuckle. “Did you just call Dad bro?” Jaemin just shrugged then left her room. The next morning everything was so strange to Sujin. Maybe it was the fact that her Mom didn’t open her windows while she was sleeping. Or that breakfast wasn’t pre-made for Jaemin and her. Sujin rose packing her bags getting ready to stay at Kai’s Grandma’s house for a few days. She has informed Jaemin that she was going to sleep over at her friend Yuna’s place for a couple of days. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Kai texted.

“I won’t be able to pick you up. I hate to help my Grandma cook, so my cousins Soobin and Yeonjun will pick you if that’s okay?” Sujin replied with a quick okay then continued her packing. It was a little over 4 pm when Kai’s cousins Yeonjun and Soobin arrived to pick her up. “How did you and Kai meet? He’s never really had a girlfriend.” Yeonjun commented. Sujin was shocked at the assumption of the two dancers dating. “Oh u-um, we’re not dating. We’re just friends nothing more.” She blushed at the thought. “Hmm.” Soobin replied. The drive there was quite longer than she thought. That’s until Soobin offered to give her something.

“Hey Sujin, we just came from the store before picking up. Want some of these candies we bought?” It would be rude to decline so Sujin agreed. After a few sour gummies, she started to feel dizzy. Then everything went black. Sujin woke up in an unfamiliar room with a locked door and a glued shut window. What in the world happened? Dark thoughts polluted her brain.

“Oh! You’re awake.” In came Soobin but no sight of Yeonjun. “Where’s Kai? Are we here already?” She cluelessly asked not even noticing the object in the male’s hand. Soobin got closer to Sujin, inches away from her face. She was caught off guard. His eyes piercing through her soul. “G-get away from me!” She stuttered pushing him away. A smirk grew on his face. “I’m not gonna do anything to you.” She raised an eyebrow feeling the uneasy energy in the room. “How am I supposed to trust you?” Sujin slowly walked backward. Soobin follows as she moves. “I promise.” Soobin injected her with some type of liquid in her right arm in just a blink of an eye. To Sujin the room started spinning. She felt weak but a sudden burst of unusual energy burst. Soobin’s lip curled as he watched transform into a different state of mind.

“Yeonjun come in here.” The pink-haired boy Yeonjun walked into the room, eyes widening at the scene. Sujin wasn’t acting normal. “C’mon you go first.” Soobin pushed Yeonjun closer to Sujin who was laying on the white mattress. “This is wrong I’m opting out dude.” Soobin chuckled at the scared Yeonjun. “Oh is little Yeonjun scared to do something very bad to this little girl?” Soobin laughed again pushing Yeonjun’s shoulder. “Do it or I’m telling the student body that you’re selling you know what. And that would for sure get you expelled from going to your dream school.” The boy walked closer to Yeonjun who was awfully terrified. Just the threat alone could make Yeonjun do it with hesitation. He knew it was bad but still did what he was told. “Thanks for starting now, let me finish her.”

Soobin said without any emotions. Yeonjun stepped aside as he watched the screaming girl whine and cry. It was so hard for him not to call for help. Yes, he felt guilty for Sujin but reputation goes first in this cruel world. Sujin screamed and screamed for help. The immense pain Sujin didn’t sign up for was never-ending. As much as she tried to fight back or force Soobin to stop he would either reply by slapping her or making the pain worse. “Please Stop.” She whispered weakly. Sujin laid there lifeless.

“Hurry and get back in the car.” Soobin groaned leaving the room. Sujin wept to realize what just happened. She never thought that her first would be a crime. She hurriedly put on her clothes and walked out of the mysterious house. Soobin saw as she sulked all the way out of the house. He didn’t have the patience for this so he picked her up shoving her into the car. The night ride to nowhere was quiet. Besides the silent sobs and choked-up breathing that was coming from Sujin, there wasn’t a single word spoken.

“Get out.” The car came to a stop. Sujin looked up making eye contact with Soobin through the rearview mirror. “I said GET. OUT.” He repeated through his teeth. “Y-you were supposed to bring me to Kai..” She dragged her words. Soobin huffed. “I said get out!” He repeated once again annoyed. His sudden shout made Yeonjun and Sujin flinch. Sujin got out of the car grabbing her belongings. Just as she closes the door, Sujin gets a quick glance at Yeonjun. His facial expression filled with guilt. Seconds later the car left faster than light. Sujin stood there feeling the moonlight shine on her. She was left in the middle of a highway in Seoul. Sujin felt so dirty and disappointed in herself. All the times she tried to stop a car to get home they would just give her a dirty look.

“I could’ve stopped him.” She thought. Just within two days, her life went downhill. She quickly took out her phone typing a quick “I love you, Jaemin.” to her brother. “Doesn’t that bright light seem interesting?” Sujin asked herself. She stepped off the sidewalk. Her feet leading straight to her fate. The sound of honking did not faze her. The bright lights didn’t even make her squint. Sujin Na just kept walking to the middle of the road. Till she wanted to stop.

BREAKING NEWS: 18 YEAR OLD SUJIN NA REPORTED DEAD AT HWY NEO127. CT SCANS FOUND SHE WAS BRUTALLY RAPED BEFORE HER DEATH. CCTV SPOTTED THE TWO PERPETRATORS, SOOBIN CHOI AND YEONJUN CHOI. MORE INFORMATION WILL BE ANNOUNCED...

Jaemin’s shaky eyes rewind again and again. It’s been two years since her suicide. Her soul still lingers on Highway Neo 127.

Sujin Na.

53 notes · View notes

hooniee · 3 years

Text

— ꒰‧⁺ maple tree*ೃ༄

↷ ni-ki x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ genre: fluff | romance⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ warnings: not proofread! | none! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ synopsis: almost getting squished by a freshman boy falling out of a tree, might have made your monday morning turn around ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷author note: hi guys! this is for @enhypenwriters event! strangers to lovers <3 this was one out of three i wrote and this was one i wasn’t satisfied with but it was a cute idea (or at least i think so!) please enjoy! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

monday morning was unmistakably not on your team. from your charger being broken and leaving your phone dead to your wicked idiot brother consuming the last slice of toast, you were not a festive person.

"i'm heading out idiot, don't be late," you shout at your brother who just replies with an 'okay!'

rummaging around your jacket pocket, you pull out a granola bar that was half-eaten from the other day and scarfed it down.

definitely a bit stale, but you were appreciative nonetheless.

you arrive at the bus stop and take a seat, enjoying the scenery. one of your favorite destressers in the hectic mornings.

arriving at school, you hasten your steps with five minutes remaining.

'mr.kim is going to mark me absent for the seventh time this month.'

fortunately, this was the only good thing going for you today.

you exhault in relief and take out your materials for math class as you mentally adjust yourself for the long day ahead.

this day couldn’t get any more tiring.

from an exhausting morning, your lunch period comes to rescue you from starvation.

you head outside to your usual place beneath the maple tree in the courtyard, with your sandwich and chocolate milk.

taking a mouthful of your sandwich, you draw out the scarlett letter from your bag to relish in the meantime

profoundly absorbed in your book, you didn't recognize that a boy is sitting on a tree branch right overhead you.

he didn’t mean to stare down but it was the first time he had seen you.

he would admire you from a distance until mother nature said ‘no’

CRACK

there was the familiar sound of a snapping branch and you managed to glance up and duck it just in time to see a mop of blonde tresses right next to you.

the blonde hair boy instantly rose up and dusted himself off, clearing his throat, pretending that nothing had happened.

you were still flustered at the out of the blue fall. you place your book facing down, marking the page where you left off.

“a-are you okay? that was a pretty high fall,” glimpsing at the maple tree and back to him.

you have never seen this guy. he was tall and lean with milky skin and blond hair that touched his harmonious brown eyes.

the gaze he held on you was interesting.

navy blue nametag, an underclassman

“don’t worry princess, i’m alright. i've had worse” he returns with a wink.

a simple wink was enough to send a rush of blood to your cheeks.

'what a flirty freshman, wasn't he just embarrassed a couple of seconds ago? 360 change'

“if anything hurts, just go to the nurse. please be careful,” you say instantaneously, attempting to flee quickly.

he doesn't need to see the powerful blush on your cheeks that won’t leave.

a tug of your wrist sticks you in place. he spins you around to confront him but the grass appeared to be more appealing.

there's a moment of silence before he asks. “...are you blushing?”

your brain was internally smashing your head against a book.

“no i am just not used to a freshman guy falling from the sky. don’t flatter yourself, i have standards.” you spit out.

"i didn't even mention anything about myself, i just asked if you were blushing," he smirks at you, feeling boastful.

how did you just betrayed yourself?

“whatever! now if you don’t mind, i’ll be going now. i’m late.”

neglecting your book and food, you hastily grab your bag and head out to your following class.

he chuckles to himself, finding your flustered demeanor adorbale. he looks down at where you sat.

"hey! you forgot your-" the freshman exclaims but you had left and no traces of your silhouette could be found.

he bends down, plucking your book and analyzing it for any name.

'you would definitely be back for this' he thought to himself.

peeping at your un-opened chocolate milk, he looks around before snagging it.

"free milk for me," he hums to himself.

you, on the other hand

you aspired to punch yourself for three purposes.

one, you forgot your food and you were perishing.

two, your book was gone

three, that damn freshman.

you were too ashamed to show your face infront of him. not when he caught you profusely blushing from a wink.

for the next few days, you dodge your usual spot and lingered in the library instead.

that method came to an end because you didn't realize how many OVER affectionate couples occupied the library.

you had mentally battled with yourself, forgetting to pay attention in classes.

'there was a chance he wasn't going to be there'

'but there's also a possibility that he'll be there"

you decided to convince yourself that he wouldn't be there. you craved not being shoved in a cubicle and have couples make out in your favorite book isles.

the next day you head to the maple tree and before you sit, you glance at the encompassing areas.

you didn’t see any traces of a lanky, blonde boy near the tree or IN the tree.

and assuming the coast was clear, you relax.

the previous book you were reading was nowhere to be seen so you brought a new book, frankly in love

you plug in headphones to tune out and you immersed yourself into the book. after a few minutes, your earbud comes out or more specifically, taken out.

you look up and nearly screamed. the freshman boy was dangling off the tree with your right earbud in hand. barely an inch away from your face.

this was the closest anybody has been to your face and you tried not to make any sudden movements.

“what are you doing?” you furrow your eyebrows at the boy hanging. he flashed you a radiant smile that put the sun out of business before jumping down, landing smoothly.

your cheeks became warm again, grasping that you were gradually falling for this freshman you didn't know the name of.

“sorry! i just wanted to talk to you” he cheekily said, “nice blush”

“that's fine i guess? AND i'm not blushing, i was just startled,” you avoid eye-contact.

he playfully rolls his eyes before extending his hand to you with your book.

"i believe this is yours?" the boy returns you the book you rummaged for.

your eyes widen, realizing that he had the book the whole time.

"oh my gosh! i was looking for this everywhere," you blurted.

you look at him and he smiles.

you fall back into being stiff. you had never been this anxious under someone's gaze until you met him.

this time, you tried to kindle a conversation.

“why do you want to talk to me?” you ask curiously.

you had never had someone excited to talk to you like this. you were wishing that his interest was genuine.

he pauses to consider a bit, placing a finger to his chin.

“you’re interesting and i want to get to know you more, toto” he hums and you're perplexed by the suddenly calling.

'toto? that's new'

“toto? that’s not my name, why are you calling me that?” you tilt your head.

you didn't know what was weirder, the nickname or the freshman aspiring to get to know you.

“don’t worry about it,” he smiles,

"why are you alone out here? shouldn't you be eating in the canteen?” he settles next to you.

for the first time, you locked eyes with him and it was dangerous. you could get lost in his eyes if you gazed for too long.

“because i want to, what is with the Q&A? are we playing twenty questions?” you sneer.

this freshman recognized how to push the right buttons to make you flustered at the precise moments.

“maybe, or is it a date?” he answered

you just choked on your own saliva and you hoped he didn't catch that.

it grew quiet and he stared at you with a fixed gaze. feeling awkward, you shove the other earbud into his ear.

he flinches from the abrupt contact but loosens and smiles, recognizing the song that resonated from your earbuds.

“toto, is this she’s in the rain by the rose?” he gasps.

it shocked you because not many people know this band.

“yeah, you know the rose? this is my favorite song from them” you flash a smile, feeling content.

'something in common, maybe he's not so bad'

you both softly sway together, occasionally bumping shoulders.

"nishimura riki," he says.

you didn't catch what he said, "hm?"

"nishimura riki is my name, but you can call me ni-ki," he smiles at you.

"(y/n) (l/n), (y/n) sunbae to you," you laugh.

"what if i called you mine instead?"

[the nickname toto, came from tomato! the reader blushes easily and ni-ki is quick to notice, rebranding her as toto <3]

95 notes · View notes

xbaepsae · 3 years

Text

the ebb and flow | part seven

“The son of Poseidon stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It seems to burn hotter across your skin than the fire is right now.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au

word count: 1.7k

rating: pg-13

warnings: language, the usual character tension

a/n: merry belated christmas (to those who celebrate)! and happy (almost) new years! stay safe and healthy everyone. hope 2021 is a better one for all of us. xoxo

→ series masterlist!

the fifth summer – in which you fall (quite literally)

At the end of your first week of cleaning the stables with Jeongguk, you manage another capture the flag win. Nothing brought you more joy than seeing the look of absolute anguish on Park Jimin’s face when you ripped his red flag from right between his hands.

“Better luck next week, Park,” you teased as your cabin raised you up on their shoulders. “Guess we all can’t be winners.”

Your cabin celebrated with its allies at the campfire that night—singing and dancing to your heart's delight. Normally, you’re not one to dance much; the act is entirely too embarrassing to do in front of so many people. However, maybe it’s the stress from the week or the high from the win, but you feel the need to shake all your worries away.

And dancing proves to be a great stress reliever.

To the beat of drums and lyre playing, you sway your body beside your friends. Haru takes your hands in her own and spins you around, to which you can’t help but laugh. The two of you must look ridiculous right now. She spins you around in another 360 and you close your eyes, taking in the heat from the fire. When you open your eyes, you meet the cool gaze of someone you didn’t expect to still be here.

Across the campfire, Jeon Jeongguk stands by himself. You didn’t expect him to be here because his cabin was on the losing team. You thought that maybe he would be sulking in his cabin like Jimin probably is right now. Instead, his eyes seem glued to you. The son of Poseidon stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It seems to burn hotter across your skin than the fire is right now.

Even though he is yards away, you feel incredibly exposed at this moment. His round eyes are illuminated by the fire, and they seem to pierce you like he can see right into your soul or something. After another second, you force yourself to look away—the tension is just too much to take right now.

“Are you okay?” Haru’s voice breaks your thoughts.

Looking up, you notice concern clouding her eyes; however, there is also a gleam of interest there—probably wondering what made you stop dancing.

“I’m fine,” you tell her. “Just dizzy, I guess.”

Haru doesn’t seem to buy it, but she doesn’t pester you about it again. “Well, too bad—I want to keep dancing with my best friend!”

The next morning, you make your way towards the stables feeling more exhausted than usual; body still slightly aching from last night’s festivities. When you arrive, Jeongguk is already there leaning against the gated entrance. Probably hearing your footsteps draw closer, he looks up; however, you don’t meet his gaze. Instead, you pretend the rising sun has captured your attention.

Fishing the key out of your back pocket, you unlock the gates and greet the Pegasi already vying for your attention. And much like the other days, you both work in silence again; you even go out of your way to avoid passing by him or having to make small talk. During your other hours here, the silence was at least kind of bearable. However, today, for some reason, something feels different and you don’t like it one bit.

As the hours pass by, the silence seems to eat you alive. It’s all that you can hear. Or maybe it’s just your heart racing and blood rushing past your ears. Whatever it is, you’re about to reach your breaking point.

“Are you joining your cabin later?”

You nearly drop your broom at the sound of Jeongguk’s voice echoing through the thick silence. Styx, he scared you. “What’s happening later?”

Even though he’s on the other side of the stables, you can feel him take a step closer. “You know, the canoe races. The one that’s always held during the summer around this time.”

In all honesty, you’d forgotten all about the canoe races. And this isn’t like the recreational, free time canoeing you can do. No—this race is one that all the cabins participate in. It’s just as intense and competitive as it sounds. You’ve never participated before, so it must’ve slipped your mind. But unlike you, Jeongguk has always participated—you know, being the son of the sea god and everything.

“I usually don’t, so probably not,” you say.

“It’s your last summer, right?” he suddenly asks.

You turn around at the question. “Why, yes. As a matter of fact, it is. I’m planning to attend college in New Rome.”

Which means, you don’t know when you’ll ever be back at Camp Half-Blood since New Rome is equally as safe for demigods. The thought makes you feel bittersweet since Long Island is your home. You’d always thought you’d be here, probably continuing to offer your services to the camp. However, there’s an opportunity to expand your life on the other side of the country; you’d be foolish not to go.

“So, you should participate then,” Jeongguk breaks your thoughts.

“I think we already settled on who would participate. Besides, there’s always more cabin canoe races throughout summer,” you add as a rebuttal. “Maybe then.”

“What a shame,” he hums. “I really wanted to beat you this time around.”

Jeongguk’s mention of obtaining a win begins to turn the gears of your rivalry in your head. You should’ve known he would do something like this; the son of Poseidon just loves to egg you on. And sadly, you always seem to give in.

“We’ll see about that.”

***

“I’m going to participate in the canoe race.”

Namjoon looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “What? I thought we already decided on who would participate.”

“I know, but I want to do it. You know, I’ve never participated before,” you tell him. “I should try this year.”

“You’ve never participated because you—”

You cut him off. “I have to beat Jeon Jeongguk at his own game. I will not settle for anything less.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You and that damn rivalry. I know you hate the guy, but I don’t think this is worth it.”

“Jeon is a thorn at my side; beating him during the canoe race is my chance to gain some leverage on him,” you say, ignoring what your half-brother just said.

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Just don’t say I didn’t try to talk you out of it.”

***

The breeze from the Long Island Sound whips your hair. You put it in a braid earlier to keep it at bay, but your baby hairs don’t seem like they want to cooperate today.

“I’m so excited, y/n,” Harrison, a second-year in your cabin, practically vibrates with serotonin beside you. “Thanks for allowing me to join.”

“Of course,” you offer him a smile. At least, you hope it’s a smile.

A part of you wishes that you listened to what Namjoon said earlier. Because at the end of the day, he’s one of the few people that know you well and maybe he’s right; maybe trying to beat Jeongguk today isn’t worth it.

“Are you okay?” Haru is suddenly in front of you. “Namjoon told me to come and talk to you, and try to talk you out of this because—”

“I’m fine, Haru,” you lie through your teeth, forcing a smile. “I’ll be okay.”

Your best friend raises a brow at you. “You know, I’ve gotten pretty good and figuring when you’re lying to me. I know you always feel this intense need to beat Jeongguk at everything…though, I do wonder now if you’re starting to feel something else towards him…”

“Haru,” you warn.

She laughs a little. “Only joking.”

“I promise, I’m okay; don’t worry about me. This race will be quick anyway.”

“Whatever you say, y/n.”

Once everyone else arrives and the canoes are pushed into the water, you settle behind four others from your cabin. Harrison is seated in front of you, that beaming smile still stretched across his lips. “This is so exciting.”

The gentle rocking of the canoe does nothing to ease your nerves. If anything, it actually makes you feel sicker than you already are. “Let’s win this, for Athena!”

For Athena, your half-siblings mimic as they reach for their oars. Next to your canoe is none other than Poseidon’s cabin—whoever’s idea that was is definitely going to get a mouthful from you later—which means you-know-who is already staring at you.

“See you from the other side of the finish line,” Jeongguk taunts with a smirk. You try to return the same attitude tenfold.

“Don’t even think about any of your dirty tricks, Jeon.”

He scoffs. “Poseidon always plays fair.”

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “We’re in a huge body of water—nothing could possibly go in your favor.”

You don’t know if he catches your sarcasm, and you don’t have time to. Because before you can even think about it, the race begins at the blow of a whistle.

Sure enough, like you already predicted, Poseidon’s cabin gets the immediate lead. But you don’t let it faze you; this actually motivates you to work harder—commanding your cabin to row faster.

However, what you fail to realize is that what originally seemed like a beautiful day on the lake is suddenly shifting in the blink of an eye. Because you’re all concentrated on reaching the finish line, you don’t see the sudden storm clouds looming in on the horizon. The wind picks up and water begins to rise, rocking the canoes dangerously.

You grab onto the sides of the canoe for support, but it’s no match against the current. The gods must be angry. And when a wave crashes against the canoe, you lose your balance and plummet headfirst into the water.

Through the muffled sound of water rippling past your ears, you can hear echoed screams. But they seem terribly far away as you struggle to break the surface. Your hands grasp for air, but the tows of the current feel like a weight on your ankles as you begin to sink deeper into the water.

Worst of all, you can’t swim.

92 notes · View notes

hermadnessmacwrites · 3 years

Text

A Game of Puzzles (Making the Pieces Fit) Chapter 3

Summary: With the war over and Sasuke home again, Sakura is more hopeful for Team 7’s future than she has been in a long time. She’s quickly disappointed to find that nothing in the Village fits quite like it used to—not her old bedroom, not her clothes, and definitely not Team 7. Join Sakura as she scrambles to understand her place in this new team dynamic.

If she has a place there at all.

-OR-

It takes three dorks a painfully long time after moving in together to realize that they all belong together.

"Sakura-chaaaaaan!" a familiar voice echoes down the halls of the hospital.

The medics shadowing her do their best to stifle their giggles, or at least try to pass them off as a sudden bout of coughs, but their amusement is clear.

"That's all for now," Sakura declares, doing her best to ignore the knowing looks being passed back and forth like candy. The flush that rises to her cheeks is inescapable. "It looks like I'm needed in a last minute meeting."

No attempts are made to conceal their laughter now. Sakura graces them with a self-deprecating half-smile before departing from the group. Naruto's voice bounces off the walls again, and Sakura rolls her eyes fondly—heels clacking rapidly against tile floors as she picks up her pace. He's lucky she just wrapped up her examination.

"What kind of idiot yells in a hospital?" she shouts, fully aware of the hypocrisy of the statement. Answering Naruto any other way just feels lackluster. And anyway, this is her domain. Surely she can bend the rules on special occasions.

"Sakura!" He sounds even closer now. Sure enough, he rounds the corner a second later.

Any pretense of annoyance pops and fizzles out like a dispersed clone the moment Sakura lays eyes on him. A rosy tint covers all Naruto's exposed skin—a testament to the long hours spent away from them under the powerful summer sun. He's home. Excitement drives her forward, faster than she would normally condone for a place of healing.

Seeing her coming, Naruto stops his approach and braces himself instead. Open arms beckon and spur her forward, and Sakura doesn't try to resist their call. Hospital walls blur around her as she sprints the last twenty feet separating them, flinging herself into his waiting arms with approximately none of the decorum the Head of Hospital should possess.

Naruto grunts on impact but doesn't buckle. Instead he transfers her momentum into centripetal force, spinning her 'round and 'round in his arms like a couple of lovestruck teens. Sakura buries her face in his neck, allowing herself to breath him in and bask in the solid feel of him under her arms. Alive and unharmed. Maybe she deserves a free pass on this one.

All good things must eventually end, and this moment is no exception. Naruto slows them down, allowing Sakura's feet to float closer to the ground on every turn. Reality catches up to them when her heels click down onto the bleached tiles. Murmurs of the random nurse or medic in the hall reach her ears, and Sakura takes a moment to brush the imaginary lint off her lab coat. Now that she remembers people other than Naruto exist, Sakura's thankful they didn't knock anyone over with their antics.

The smug eyes following her promise not to let her forget this. Oh well.

Sakura clears her throat self-consciously and playfully slugs Naruto on the remaining portion of his arm. That's normal, right? "When did you get in? Konohamaru was supposed to let me know when you reached the gates."

"Ahhh, I might have convinced him to 'forget' to do that." At her raised eyebrow, he ducks his head and scratches the back of his head. "Wanted to surprise you."

Cute.

"It was a nice surprise."

Naruto's smile widens. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Sakura confirms, "But I didn't have time to clear my schedule. I have one meeting I can't miss and a couple more patients to see before I can leave."

"You were going to cut out early for me?" he asks incredulously, "Usually it takes the act of a God to pry you out of here."

"Does not," she counters without heat. Sakura's willing to bet Naruto turns into just as much of a workaholic once he's wearing the hat. There's so much that needs to get done to keep Konoha moving forward. Knowing her work/life balance sucks and actually taking a step back are two entirely separate things. "Anyway, I'm still cutting out early. Just not as early as I wanted to." Speaking of—

Sakura's eyes dart to the clock close to the nurse's station before wincing. Six minutes is barely enough time to cross six floors before the meeting covering the funding for clinical trials the coming quarter starts. Normally this would be Administrative Sakura's domain, but her clone is swamped reviewing construction plans for the Hospital addition. Clinical trials for ninja products, like safer soldier pills, also happen to be something she's passionate about. If she can't design the experiments, she at least wants to ensure they're properly funded.

"Gotta run?" Naruto guesses when Sakura turns to him.

"Yep," she says, already backing away, "but I'll see you at home? Three hours tops."

"I'll hold you to that!" Naruto threatens with a smile.

By some miracle Sakura hasn't tripped over anything or anyone as she walks backwards, keeping a waving Naruto in her sights for as long as she can manage. It's so good to see him again. Still, Sakura knows she's pushing her luck. Waving goodbye to her teammate one last time, Sakura turns around to begin her race to the conference room in earnest.

It's not until Sakura's three floors down that she remembers Sasuke. Shit. He definitely deserves a heads up that Naruto is back in town. Now, how can she get the message to him without leaving the hospital...?

There's a nurses' station thirty feet up this hallway, but Sakura dismisses the idea as quickly as it occurs. Adding a personal chore to the nurses' already stacked plates would be incredibly rude—and unprofessional to boot.

The countdown in her head reminds her she has less than four minutes to solve this issue and get to her meeting before it starts. Times like this, Sakura wishes she had picked up a second summon. Lady Katsuya is the perfect compliment to her medical techniques, but slugs are pretty much incapable of delivering messages.

Three minutes. Crap.

Sakura makes for the emergency staircase, checking her chakra levels as she goes. About 40% left, and if she plans on leaving early—Sakura runs through calculations double time. She can spare 10% for a second clone.

She shucks her bright red heels and leans over the railing to make sure she's not about to land on anyone. The stairwell looks clear. Just in case, Sakura tosses a warning "heads up!" over the metal barrier before vaulting it herself. Cushioning her landing with chakra saves her joints, but the cement pays the price. Her hastily reapplied heel makes this discovery, catching in the newly formed crack and nearly sending her sprawling. Great. She'll have to put in a requisition to have that fixed.

It's a necessary sacrifice. Sakura wraps up the hand signs for her messenger clone just as the conference room door comes into view. Messenger Sakura pops into existence, throws up a lazy “victory” sign, and does an abrupt 360 towards their apartment. Hopefully no one tries to stop her on the way—her clone won't have the chakra to help with any emergency situations.

No time to worry about it.

Running a hand through her hair, Sakura squares her shoulders and strides into the conference room. Every head swivels towards her. The absolute attention she now commands still makes her uneasy, but she manages to keep her head high as she crosses the room.

Sakura slides into her seat as the synchronized hospital clocks chime to announce the top of the hour.

Just in time.

"Thank you for joining, everyone," she says, laying her arms on the table. "As you all know, our goal today is to allocate funding to the six applicants for the upcoming quarter. Natsuo has summarized the information for the proposed clinical trials on the handouts in front of you, so if you'll direct your attention to the first page…"

Read the rest of the chapter on ao3

#hermadnessmac writes #Team 7 ot3 #Team 7 moves in together #NaruSasuSaku #A Game of Puzzles (Making the Pieces Fit)

15 notes · View notes

razorblade180 · 4 years

Text

Light Sparring

Vacou, early morning. The sun had barely started to rise and the heat hadn't attacked the desert sands yet; the perfect time for some light sparring for Carmine. The sixteen year old stood with her hands stretched up high about thirty feet away from her home. In front of her, Jaune, her very tired father. The man yawned loudly as his daughter patiently waited for him to loosen up. “I take it, you are ready?” He said.

“Yep!” She grabbed her sword, holding it with both hands directly in front of her. “Just waiting on you. Come at me whenever.”

“Pretty sure that’s my line. Remember the rules, there aren’t any. Just come at me with the intent to kill.” Yep, just another day of training. Time to get things started. Jaune was still mid stretch as Carmine began running at him. The seasoned huntsman sidestepped to the left, avoiding a downward slash. The blade then swung at his ankles and missed when Jaune leapt over it. He watched Carmine pull Stamen back before thrusting it towards his chest. Jaune took another sidestep and placed his hand on Crocea Mor’s hilt.

“Uh oh.”Carmine gasped, flipping backwards several feet. She took off in a mad dash around Jaune as he drew his blade. Carmine could feel herself getting excited. She’s never bested her father, or any of the heroes of Remnant. She was good, but not that good. Plenty of experience has really progressed her skills to an insane degree; today, she was feeling pretty damn good about her efforts.

“You scared!?” Jaune smiled. Carmine laughed, “Ha! Of a cereal endorser? Not a chance!” Carmine sent an aura slash right in his direction. Jaune countered with his own, making a sand cloud form for Carmine to jump out of; in an effort to leave Jaune open. The strategy was pointless. Her sword clashed with his perfectly, shaking the ground below them. Right, lefty, upward, downward; the blades would meet each other before their users. The constant back and forth made sparks fly around them. It was almost rhythmic, with Carmine leading their waltz with Jaune defending flawlessly. Jaune could feel the weight behind each attack. The shifting flow of the curved blade as his daughter spun and twirled to keep a steady momentum while making it tricky to land a direct blow.

Carmine went for a right slash mid twirl. She watched carefully to see her old man ready to counter. “Now’s my chance.” Carmine thought. She leaned into the swing more until her blade was centimeters away, then whipped her body in the opposite direction. She made contact with Jaune right side, sending him sliding back from the ballpark swing. “Keep the pressure going. Keep him guessing!” Carmine flung her sword overhead and sped off after him. Jaune could only see a flash of red like a lens flare, his daughter zigzagging towards him. Ruby would’ve been proud.

Jaune brought his shield out and raised it to protect his chest. “She’s either gonna be tempted to flank me now, or…” He watched Carmine go into a cartwheel when she closed the distance. Her feet slammed against his shield and she bounced off it like a springboard, grabbing Stamen as she flew past it. Jaune readied himself to go on the offensive until the sound of gunshots made him put his shield back up to block slug shots. He peeked from behind it to see Carmine pointing her tactical baton, Pistil, aimed right at him. Fresh smoke coming out of the barrel before another round was shot into the air to send her back to the sand. Another was shot behind her so the recoil could send Carmine right back into close combat.

The beginning of a fight was vital. Carmine knew she couldn’t let Jaune do as he pleased. In a contest of aura, he had her beat. She had to chip away at it while remaining as unharmed as possible. Jaune knew this. That’s why neither of them used their semblances yet. A deficit between their aura consumption could change things. Carmine had it rough though. Not only did she have to remain aggressive to control the flow, but Jaune had to stay close or he could easily start regenerating his. Stamina consumption was all on her.

Jaune’s sword clashed with Carmine’s in another flurry of swings while his shield arm was busy blocking the attacks from Pistil. He ducked a slash then jumped another leg swipe. Carmine made a complete 360 with her left scraping the ground, flinging sand his way. “Agh!” Jaune was forced to squint and raised his shield higher but quickly regretted it when Carmine shot his right thigh, making him buckle.

“Now…” Carmine went to slash his other leg but Jaune was too quick. He raised his foot just enough to wedge the blade between it and the ground. Carmine abandoned the blade all together in less than a second. Another gunshot sent her set up a shoulder bash that pressed his shield against his chest, knocking Jaune completely off balance by the sudden force. If she wanted to win then she had to get a little brolic with her old man. Carmine was only an inch shorter than Jaune and rock solid. She gave him a quick headbutt to put more of a lean on his body then struck the underside of his chin with a right jab. Jaune started falling backwards but not before swinging his sword at her exposed midriff, forcing her to dodge backwards. It barely grazed her, but she wasn’t expecting another aura slash to come off of it and send her flying away until she landed right on her back. “Damn! Got careless!”

Carmine jumped off but wasn’t ready to see Jaune right in front of her. There was no time to react to the slash that struck across her body diagonal, then went up in the same reaction. Carmine tried swinging Pistil but Jaune grabbed her by the rest.

“Too slow-” Jaune also got careless. He forgot just how scrappy his own daughter was. He didn’t even get to finish speaking before Carmine jumped straight up with his hand still on her. She grabbed his arms and pulled herself forward, wrapping her legs around his neck tightly. Jaune raised his sword to strike her back but Carmine flung her weight to shift everything on the leg she had just shot.The sudden change sent them both to the ground hard. Jaune landed on his shield while Carmine had already gotten up and took his sword that had slipped out of his hand. He instantly rolled away, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw Carmine stabbing the ground where he was. “Now I know I said with the intent to kill…”

Carmine was already smacking tempered steel against his shield and armor again. She might as well have been a cat on a scratching post. Crocea Mor was lighter than Stamen by a wide margin. Combined with the swings of Pistil, Jaune couldn’t block all the attacks. Every third strike or so manages to graze him or hit his armor. It wasn’t heavy damage by any means, but every bit helps. The relentless assault was starting to wind her unfortunately. “Come on!” She shouted, “Just one good hit!” Carmine took Pistil and wrapped her left arm around her waist, having the gone pointed horizontally behind her and sligh pointing forward on the other side of hip. One gunshot sent the girl spinning like a top. Each rotation brought the sword buzz sawing against Jaune’s shield. Sparks flew out like full blown fireworks.

“Paying for ballet lessons was worth every penny.” Jaune thought to himself. It was not about to make him lose though. Jaune tilted his shield up to direct the blade slice at an angle. This gave him room to kick Carmine, hard. She spun out, but what came next was unexpected and terrifying. Jaune was going to follow up with a bash but his daughter turned into petals instead of falling. He bested a clone. “When did- the fall we took!”

A long, curved black blade shot out from over his right shoulder and was coming backwards to give the definition of a close shave. Jaune put his hand up and let it catch the blade instead of his neck. White aura flowed through the hand to negate any damage as he gripped it. Jaune flung the rest of the scythe in front of him with Carmine holding on to the end. Carmine smiled, “cool as always.” The bottom half of the scythe detached to revert back into Pistil. She had another clear shot, time to play mind games. Jaune’s shield followed it to block his leg from another bullet. Too bad that was a faint. Carmine kept her arm moving in that direction but bent her wrist to aim for his face. “This won’t tickle…” the slug hit him right in his face, craning his head back. She saw his aura flicker from that hit. Anybody would take massive damage from a thing like that, except Jaune and Yang. Her aunt would’ve just been pissed and melted the bullet. Her father? He put his head down and his body became enveloped in total white. Jaune held the bullet in between his teeth and smirked as he spat it out. Yep, cool as always. Carmine had no response to him chucking her sword at her at insane speed. She managed to grab it but not before the tip stabbed her abruptly.

Sweat started forming on her brow. Dealing with Jaune with his semblance activated usually spelled the end, usually. Carmine transformed her weapons back into Rosebud while Jaune made his great sword by adding his shield to his sword. He watched Carmine slowly back up, her red aura outlining her body. Their eyes were locked onto each other’s every movement. It was time for the fun part.

“You’re improving leaps and bounds.” Jaune praised her. “All of your mixups are keeping me on my toes.”

“Then prepare to dance…”

“I’d love to.” Those were his words before Carmine saw only a ball of light dashing everywhere around the desert. Turning a support semblance into an all around boost to himself was the kind of out of the box thinking that proved to Carmine how she shares more than hair color with her father. If it wasn’t for Ruby, Carmine couldn’t imagine keeping up with such movement; but Jaune’s speed was not on that level. He was fast, not near instantaneous. Carmine felt his presence close in from the right, before going around to the front. Carmine raised Rosebud up and slammed it hard on the sand. The force pushed out a shockwave that made a massive dust cloud. The two clashed inside of it, the visibility only good a few feet ahead of them.

Each swing Jaune did disturbed the sand and his speed would mean sand would defend get in his way, but the stinging was relieved by his aura constantly. That wasn’t an issue; Carmine’s rapidly spinning scythe was! It was hard to tell the exact length like this. The girl embodied the grace of her mother as Rosebud swung constantly. The weapon went around her arm before Carmine popped it up with a flex, continuing to spin as it went around her neck and down to her hips like a lethal hula hoop that still countered another sword swing. Carmine raised her knee to bop it up. The poll hooked around her leg once before she grabbed it with her hands again swiped Jaune away. On the way down, the tip lined up with his back step and she shot him in the chest.

From the outside of the cloud, the only thing visible was the flash from the gunshot and Jaune’s shining body moving sporadically. A real testament to just how much the two were moving was the constant shifting sands. Stray aura slashes of red and white flew out, carving the ground. Ruby, who had been watching from the porch, was enjoying the spectacle. However… “When will they learn that thirty feet is still too close to the house!” She said, bouncing her four year old son on her knee as he was still sleeping. A few gunshots woke him up early but quickly meant nothing to the boy’s drive to sleep.

Jaune wishes he was sleeping right now. If there was one thing consistent about training with Carmine was she was unpredictable. He wasn’t that tired but all the overwhelming back and forth was keeping him on edge. He’d been in a world of pain if he slipped up. This sandstorm had to go. Jaune gripped his blade until his knuckles turned white, swinging it with enough force to blow the storm away along with Carmine. He could barely see her get swept away like a tumbleweed. He couldn’t rest though, not by a long shot. That storm served two purposes apparently. Disguising weapon length, and the flowers made around him; four red and six yellow.

The yellow ones bursted first. Six Carmine’s with pure blonde hair and yellow eyes were armed and ready. Jaune gulped, immediately retreating at high speed. “Yellow means…” The sudden sound of electricity made him jump in the air. Six currents of voltage danced around him in an energetic chase. The moment one got near, it formed back into a clone to attack before having to catch up again. Two branched off towards the original to form a ring around her and the four identical clones.

“I don’t care how much stamina you have. It has to run out.” Carmine said, catching her breath. Her clones were made hastily. The distribution of aura was completely off and the attacks Jaune landed earlier didn’t help. Her aura had to be at least 40% by now. She knew Jaune would stop the moment it would drop below ten. “Alright me, let’s get to work!”

“Leave it to us!” The clones shouted. Two regular clones were picked up by the lightning ones, then rushed towards Jaune. The man had been running in a straight line in order to keep his pursuers roughly in one spot. He let them get closer and closer before suddenly stopping as they formed two weren’t ready to stop and got close lined. Jaune immediately destroyed one wby stabbing it. He grabbed the other one by the leg then threw it at a third. Grabbing his sword would take too much time so he opted for the Xiao Long approach, axe kicking the two tangled clones hard enough to burst. The fourth went to rush him with her scythe, but Jaune was ready to catch it, pitting it in a struggle of strength it was quickly losing. The clone tried her best to push back but he wasn’t budging.

“Gah! Come one, not even an inch!?” It cried out!

Jaune chuckled, “Arm wrestle your aunt and god mom, then try pushing me like this.” Nora and Yang had groomed an absolute wall. Jaune was not losing like this. Carmine grunted . “I’ll put it on the to do list! But for now….” The two other lightning clones caught up and formed a triangle around him. “Bye!” All three exploded simultaneously. Intense currents of electricity went through Jaune, stunning him as he dropped his weapons. He was left at the mercy of the other two regular clones descending from above.

One carried two swords while the other had the batons. Jaune could only stand still as the dual swords came straight down him and proceeded to give him a series of slashes. One after another cut through the amplified aura until it flew dimmer, a good sign that he was returning to normal. However, the attacks knocked the feeling back into his body. Jaune grabbed a cross slash then was immediately shot in the back. He winced in agitation. “She’s really covered all her bases!”

The dual wielder broke free and drove her knee upward to his chin. It brought the swords back down on top of Jaune’s shoulders. Jaune returned the headbutt from early with five times the amount of force, but the clone remained. It was only after grabbing it to use it as a bullet shield did it fade away. The other doomed followed with a sudden low tackle that Jaune used to scoop up the clone and slammed it right into the ground, hard enough to make it tremble. Finally, he could breathe. “Thank the gods, that was hell!” He said to himself, while retrieving his sword. Now he was getting tired. The fact that Nora could get shocked by lightning and smile about it became that much more terrifying. Nothing about that experience was nice! It downright sucked! He looked across the sand dunes. Carmine had been busy. He saw what he assumed to be his daughter, two clones with the same weapon setup that he just beat, ten blazing red roses on the ground by their feet, a light green eyed clone with matching tips to the far left, and a light blue eyed clone to the far right. Clearly a plan had been set into motion yet again, but what? Carmine was a girl who had her bases covered. That’s why she was so amazing, beating her meant you were simply better; something he was by a long shot, but apples tend not to fall far from trees. Underestimating his own flesh and blood would be stupid.

“Standing here means I can let my aura charge, but she’s obviously doing the same thing. More clones mean more ideas, more possibilities. It would be a drawn out battle to say the least.” Jaune groaned at that idea. He's in tip top shape, but teenagers are way too scrappy for their own good. Food fights and adventure taught him that. “Guess that only leaves one option, overwhelming force!” The man took off at high speed. From Carmine’s perspective, all she saw was a trail sand shooting high into the air like a geyser. Quickly getting closer.

All the active Carmines ready themselves. “Bring it on. Where are you headed!?” Jaune got closer and closer to the center until he darted off towards the blue clone. She gasped, startled by the approaching threat. The sight of her father’s sword coming for her face made her duck. The clone reached into her pocket and pulled out a hidden blazing rose.

“What!?” Jaune gasped.

“No matter the direction, the plan remained unchanged…” The blazing rose exploded into flames, taking out the clone and knocking back Jaune. The very ground beneath turned into heated glass. From behind, ten other blazing roses had turned into scarlet red haired versions of Carmine. All ten ran around Jaune in an instant, including an extra one that the green one had. The clones exploded as well to create an even bigger explosion that added more glass and did damage.

In the middle, Carmine herself pulled out a vile of fine grained ice dust. She placed it between her palms to form an ice blue rose that burst into another light blue version of herself. “You know what to do.” Carmine said, dropping to her knees exhausted.

“Ma’am!” The clone said, taking off towards the glass. It showed no fear in sliding across it, chilling the material before reaching Jaune to explode,trapping his feet in ice.

Jaune was completely thrown for a loop. She’s never gotten this elaborate before. He broke out of the ice easily but the two regular clones were already on top of him, coming from above. Jaune went back to using his shield to block the rain of bullets headed his way, but each one missed. On purpose. The target was breaking the glass, the second accomplished that by striking his shield from above with both blades. The impact shattered all of it nice and easily. “Cover your eyes tight.” The clone said, actual concern was present in its voice before both of the clones exploded into petals. The shockwave knocked the shattered glass into the air, along with his shield. Jaune got a good look at the green clone closing the distance.

“Oh…” was all Jaune could say before covering his eyes tightly. He understood the warning. The sound of the clone exploding was faint, but the massive gust of wind sounded like a train. The wind pushed and swirled the shards of glass around Jaune. Each piece scratched and stabbed him again and again like a thousand cuts that finally shredded his aura far passed returning him to his normal fighting state. The assault lasted for a couple of minutes until the wind started to go down.

Carmine waited patiently for her moment to strike, when the wind stopped, it would be game over for him. That’s what she thought anyways. The gust had made a small cyclone of glass like she wanted, but it also swirled sand into the mix. Carmine had expected Jaune to be standing there with his eyes still covered, but he wasn’t. Jaune was gone entirely. He had used the sand cyclone to slip away. “What!?” Carmine looked around frantically. “How did- Where did he go!?”

“Behind you…” Jaune whispered. Carmine only turned around to receive a punch right in her gut. The air in her escaped in the form of a heavy cough as she hunched over in pain. Her began to flicker before it finally broke.

Jaune let out a sigh and bent down to comfort her. “Match over. Good j-aaaah!” He screamed as the ground beneath his feet sank until he was buried up to his ribs. “What!?” he shouted. Carmine let out a pained laugh as she fell down by him. Her amused laugh trailed off as she passed out. He really did knock the wind out of her. Another patch of sand moved, rising from the ground. It was another clone. One with brown dyed tips and brown eyes. She held her Scythe comfortably before putting the blade around Jaune’s neck. He couldn’t believe this insanity. “When did you make the earth clone!?”

“I’ve been hiding since the time the real me put you in that leg lock and flung you the ground. She made a clone that fought you while she ran to grab Stamen, then made me while you were still distracted.” The earth clone explained. “You have got to keep a better eye on me. I’ll pull a fast one the moment you aren’t looking. Not that it matters.”

She swung her scythe without holding back. The blade definitely hurt Jaune’s neck but it also broke, turning into brown petals. “I was made with basically nothing and you knocked me out. I could grab the real weapons but I’m guessing you still have aura to spare.”

“Yeah if I had to guess I’d say about 45, maybe 50 percent.” Jaune said as he wiggled out of his sand prison to get on his feet.

The clone let out a long sigh, “Of course, why wouldn’t you still have half a tank? If I had a bit more time and control I could’ve made another 23 clones no problem on top of 27 I already did.”

Jaune didn’t want to think about fighting that many clones. He picked up his real daughter and stared at her tattoo of the Arc crest right above the left side of her waist. “I’m surprised you didn’t use this.”

“It’s a pain to have it on cool down and training isn’t life or death. Even if the intent was to try and kill you. Speaking of which…”

“I didn’t mean to punch you that hard.” He laughed nervously, “Ruby might have a fit about this.”

“I’m fine. Tell her I was tired. Get ready for next time! One of these days I’m beating you and mom. That’ll be the day I’ll use every hat trick in the book. Making glass is just the start.”

“You knew how to make glass but you can’t get above a C in science?”

The clone started to fade away. “What? I can’t hear you, I’m out cold. Byyyyyeeee…..” Jaune only shook his head as the clone completely turned into petals and was carried by the wind.

“Well then, let’s get you safe and sound on the-” He lost his train of thought the moment Ruby appeared in front of him. “.......”

Ruby put her hands on her hips. “I know that silence. It’s the silence you do whenever you wanna fib, but you love me and think you should come clean.”

“I...I uh, hit her a little harder than I meant to”

“I saw that.” Ruby took Carmine, carrying her daughter like a piggyback ride. “She’ll probably wake up hungry, frustrated, and thinking it was cool.”

“Yeah, she is your beautiful kid after all.” Jaune said, smiling to ease any wrath that could happen. Ruby gave him that classic “you’re a dork” look and gave him a peck on the lips.

“She’s our beautiful kid, and now she’s gonna miss breakfast thanks to this. I don’t cook eggs for them to get cold, you know!?”

“Hehe, I will make her fresh ones when she wakes up.”

“You better. Now get your butt home, breakfast is done, if that wasn’t clear.” Ruby darted off back to the house. Jaune picked up all the weapons and started the walk. If this was his punishment then he could live with this easily. Yep, just another day of light training.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby lancaster #rwby rosebud #carmine arc rose

45 notes · View notes

star-spangled-steve · 5 years

Text

His New Partner

Chapter 25: The Wedding Day

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1470

Warnings: Fluff, marriage.

Audio: “Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers

A/N: So, this chapter doesn’t exactly have a huge conflict or main idea, I just wanted to give you guys a little glimpse of their big day. Also, Y/M/N means Your Mom’s Name and Y/D/N means Your Dad’s Name. Enjoy this short part!

Y/N sighed as she stared in the full-length mirror, running her hands down the satiny smooth skirt of her wedding gown. She let her fingertips wander to the bodice and proceeded to stoke up and down its length; almost as if she was testing if it was real or not.

The girl could hardly believe that she was finally getting married to the Captain America, the love of her life. After over a year of planning, organizing, arguments, and Steve forcing her to take sleeping pills in order to relax, the big day had finally arrived.

Dozens, possibly hundreds of news reporters and paparazzi were crowded outside, waiting for hours to even get one shot of the happy couple. After all, it was the wedding of one of the world’s favourite Avengers and one of the most popular actresses in the industry; the event would make for some great headlines. Steve and Y/N were basically American royalty, and everybody knew it.

Just take deep breaths, the bride told herself as suspense for the ceremony continued to grow. Her five bridesmaids, including her trusty Maid of Honour, were completely finished getting ready. They were now just helping Y/N finish up, tweaking her hair and smoothing out her dress.

“Five minutes.” Maria stated after checking the clock, walking up to the mirror in which the bride was facing. “You excited?” She questioned with a grin, placing her hands on Y/N’s bare shoulders.

The girl in white puffed out a breath, staring at her and Maria’s reflections. “Ya, ya.” She gulped. “A bit nervous too, if I’m being honest.”

“Relax, N/N.” Y/C/N spoke from across the room, reapplying her face powder.

Natasha nodded while adjusting the straps of her soft gold dress. “It’s ‘gonna be easy.”

Y/N hummed before turning around to face her friends, as well as her mother, who was currently having a chat with Pepper on one of the little plush benches. “D-Do I look okay?” She asked somewhat shyly. Even though Y/N had millions of fans across the globe constantly raving about how pretty she was, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t be self-conscious every now and then.

“Are you kidding?” Y/F/N chimed in. “You look so stunning!”

Y/M/N stood up and walked closer to the group. Pepper followed as well, all of the women now standing in a small circle around the puffy wedding dress. “So beautiful, Y/N.” The older woman smiled, feeling incredibly proud of her daughter.

“Let me just tell you,” Pepper fondly shook her head, “you’re going to knock Steve’s socks off.”

The actress laughed in delight.

“She’s serious, sweetie.” Natasha, the Maid of Honour, added. “That man worships you when you wear sweatpants. I can’t wait to see what his reaction will be to this getup.” She smirked, gesturing to the beautiful white gown that looked just exquisite on the girl.

Y/N spun around on the spot, giving everybody in the room a 360-degree view. Her dress was stark white and in the style of a ball gown; tight to her torso and extremely wide around the bottom. It was off-the-shoulder, a very tiny v-cut in the middle of her chest, and the outside layer was made of pure satin. Tons and tons of tulle was underneath, completely hiding Y/N’s tall white stilettos. She felt straight out of a fairytale.

“He’s a very lucky man.” Y/M/N commented before pulling her daughter into a gentle hug, still being mindful of the fancy attire.

Y/N smiled, rubbing a hand up and down her mother’s back. “Thank you, mom.”

Their precious moment was interrupted by a sudden knock on the dressing room door. “N/N?” A voice spoke from behind it, a voice that they instantly recognized to be the bride’s father. The women all looked towards each other, holding a breath as they waited to hear what he had to say. “It’s time.”

*****

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The ultimate, determinant words were spoken, and the couple gave each other bright smiles. Steve squeezed Y/N’s hands affectionately as small tears streamed down their faces. “You may kiss the bride!”

The guests erupted with applause as the pair leaned in, lips touching in a soft kiss. Steve placed his arms around Y/N’s torso and actually dipped her back for with excitement, just making the cheers and hollers from the audience become much louder.

The girl laughed as they stood up straight again, still in each other’s hold. Even though the room was filled with over a hundred different people, Y/N and Steve still felt like the only ones present. They were completely lost in each other’s eyes, each other’s arms.

The moment was pure bliss.

*****

“Let us welcome for the very first time as husband and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Steven and Y/N Rogers!”

Once again, the entire group of company began to clap and cheer in support. They watched as the newlyweds came through the large doors and headed farther into the fancy reception hall, huge smiles on their faces. They saw how the man twirled his wife around while they walked, his eyes never straying from her beautiful form. It was completely apparent to everyone how completely in love with each other they were. People could tell that what they had would last forever.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the bride and groom will now have their first dance. If you would please all gather round the dance floor and show your support for the happy couple.”

The room went silent in anticipation, until the live band began to play first couple beats of ‘Unchained Melody’ by The Righteous Brothers. All of Steve and Y/N’s friends were aware of how it was ‘their song’, or something like that. Ever since three years earlier when she had sung it for him in the living room of her old apartment, the man had been completely in love with its tune, its tempo, and its sensuality. He just adored holding Y/N while it played.

“Oh, my love, my darling

I've hungered for your touch

A long, lonely time”

Steve brought the girl closer, right hand on her waist and left hand clasping her own right one. He began to sway them back and forth to the beat of the song, eyes never leaving her’s.

“Time goes by so slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?”

One moment Y/N was held tightly to Steve’s body, and the next he was spinning her outwards, making her giggle in response. He quickly brought her back to his chest, hands grasping her torso even tighter than before.

“I need your love

I need your love

God speed your love to me”

The actress laid her head on her husband’s chest, feeling the beat of his super soldier heart underneath her right cheek. It was racing fast, and she had no doubt that it mirrored her own.

“Lonely rivers flow

To the sea, to the sea

To the open arms of the sea

Lonely rivers sigh

‘Wait for me, wait for me’

I'll be coming home, wait for me”

Steve rested his chin on the top of Y/N’s head and smiled to himself. “You look so beautiful, babydoll.” He spoke quietly. “Did I tell you that already?”

His wife grinned into his tuxedo jacket. “Multiple times, Stevie.”

The Captain lightly shrugged as he led her around the dance floor. “Well, it’s true. You look like a pretty princess.”

“Oh, my love, my darling

I've hungered, for your touch

A long, lonely time

Time goes by so slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?”

Y/N lifted her head to get a look at her man’s face, and he lowered it, making their foreheads touch. They could feel one another’s hot breath over their skin, and the air was electrified with passion. They had extremely intense looks on their faces; almost as if they were about to explore the great unknown that was each other. If it wasn’t for the classy wedding attire, you might even suspect that they were about to go in for their first kiss.

“I need your love”

Steve’s crystal blue eyes lowered to Y/N’s rosy pink lips, wanting yet another taste. No matter how many times they had touched mouths, neither of them had ever gotten enough of the sensation.

“I need your love”

The girl’s tongue traced the bottom of her teeth, knowing exactly what Steve had wanted.

“God speed your love to me.”

She did what any reasonable wife would do and leaned up, sealing their lips together in a chaste kiss. This just made their friends and family whistle, especially when her husband’s hands rose to either side of her head, locking her in place. But it’s not like he really needed to; Y/N was never going anywhere.

Next Chapter

Feedback is always welcome!❤️

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #captain america x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers fanfiction

232 notes · View notes

seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years

Text

Mission Report (Bucky Barnes)

Characters: Bucky Barnes x You

Summary: The Winter Soldier has trespassed inside your apartment before and he had no other choice but to do it again because you are his mission.

Warnings: Mention of blood? Choking? Murder? Not your usual save the fragile princess kind of thing? Typos or wrong grammars. The Russian words are probably not right because I used Google translate and it's the only thing I could use. Hahaha. 😅

Words: 2,152

A/N: BUCKY BARNES FOR Y’ALL! Or should I say, The Winter Soldier, aye? Heehee! Tell me what ya’ think about this! Heehee!

Disclaimer: GIF and pictures used are not mine, only the edits are and the whole one shot of course. Plagiarism is a crime.

"Mission report, November 1, 2000."

Bucky just stared at the hydra soldier holding a red book in front of him. A stern smile accenting his face that screams The Winter soldier's nightmares every night, It was malignant and soulless. He was just a human walking on earth with no soul.

Just like him, the difference was his soul was lost wandering. Waiting for it to come back to a body who had a big, youthful heart back in the 1940's.

"Ready to comply, Soldat?"

Bucky grunted as a reply, his chapped, bloody lips in a straight thin line. Something sparked his dead heart inside from the moment he had heard the date of his mission. He shook that spark of light igniting inside of him, his brainwashed mind has set his decision straight and had no other plans than to follow their orders and kill.

He tightened his fist as he sat on the electric chair where he was wiped, sweat washed the sins stuck on his shirtless, scarful body. Ready to gain another mistake or sin that he had no other choice than to follow.

"готовы соблюдать," (Ready to comply,) The Winter Soldier spoke very low, his voice raspy and deep from not talking a lot. The hydra soldier had an evil, lopsided smile. He was smiling like he knew what was about to happen next.

"I want you to kill the woman, nice and slow. Torture her the very best that you can. Just like how I asked you to do, but you've failed the first try, Soldat." He gave out a throaty chuckle, before his smile fell and The Winter Soldier knew he had to comply and get his mission done with no more mistakes.

"Try not to fail this time," and Bucky knew not to fail for the tortures to stop even just for an hour.

The winter soldier did everything he could, his trespassing was perfect, nobody has seen him enter the small apartment, the time was right for a bloody murder, yet from the moment he set those soulless eyes of his on a woman who was devouring a triple chocolate cake with her leg up on a bar stool she was sitting on in the middle of her kitchen, he was stuck hiding behind a wall while watching her eat it all.

Bucky hasn't notice that she was talking on the phone with somebody while binge eating, he fixed his stealthy trance, deeply breathing inside his mask as he concentrated on the woman who made his controlled mind shake with his next plan. "Steve isn't my type," Y/N chewed on her cake, crumbs falling on the huge plate. Tucking her hair behind her ear before grabbing on the bread knife, swiping some of the chocolate frosting and licking it off. "I told you not to hook me up with some superhero! I'd rather die with twenty cats than lose a husband because he was busy saving the world!"

"Come on, Y/N. Fine, how about Sam Wilson?" Nathalie, your friend who works in your small cake shop answered back with a teasing tone. She had been one hell of a bug, telling you that you needed a man in your life and that you needed a little bit of a thrill.

"The Falcon? oh, god. Stop with the superheroes!" You laughed, giving kitten licks on your knife. A thought came into mind and it was bothering you a lot, creating a doubt inside those sweet heart of yours. "How do you even know those guys personally when you're working on cake shop with me?"

Nathalie shut her mouth for a second, "Hold your horses there, Ma'am." She uttered breathlessly, her voice more raspy. You were jealous of her voice, it was damn sexy to begin with. Why weren't you even blessed in that department? "You've accepted my rèsumè, it's not like I'm the lucky charm in that cake shop of yours that's located miles and miles away from the city. Do you people even have wifi?"

You heard a knock, you thought it was from your door but when you brought your head up to take a glance at it, the knock repeated and you realized it was from Nathalie's line.

"You're lucky you aren't here right now. When are you coming back from your vacation?"

You licked your lips that held lots of frosting and it tasted sweet. Yet it turned sour from the moment your friend decided to open her mouth, "I dunno, Y/N. When are you going to move on from the face of your murderer and try to accept other guys in your life?"

Her response made you zip your lips in a tight frown. "When are you going to forget him?"

"Nat, all I can ever remember is his face. How can I even forget about him when I dream about him every damn night?" You sighed exasperatedly, tugging on your roots a little hard. She gave out an audible sigh either, as you hear a door open on the other side of the line.

"You're kinda nuts, Y/N. Believing on love at first sight over your murderer. Didn't you remember he basically choked you alive in your apartment? Still, you couldn't forget about him?"

"Bucky seemed he needed to do it," You whispered too low but Nathalie was lucky to hear what you said because her ears were sharper than a normal person's hearing. You were slowly remembering the incident that happened before, and it was making your breathing turn deeper with every scene that was coming back. Oh, the memories.

"Bucky? How did you even--Natasha, I swear you forgot to give the files to Tony and--" She loudly shushed the interruptor before speaking again, "Who told you his name, Y/N?" Another set of voices came from Nathalie's line. You were confused from the sudden interruption and you had your brows cinched together as you truthfully answered her.

"He kept repeating that name under his breath like it was his mantra when he was choking me alive. So, I just assumed his name was Bucky?"

"Y/N--" Your phone was snatched away from you. You heard your phone fall on the floor with a crack. The whole world became silent and so was your heart beat. You had no time to glance back because a large hand roughly grabbed onto your hair, painfully pulling at your roots as you were suddenly forced to spun around in a full 360 degrees.

The winter soldier grabbed your neck, wrapping his rough bionic fingers around your throat as he slammed your back against the dining table. You felt the pain shoot up your back, crawling all over your body. Your eyes bulged out of your eyesockets when you stared into his soulless eyes for the second time. It was him again. The beating of your heart seemed to be erratic, basically running mile after miles.

You thrashed against his hold, trying hard to wrench his fingers away from your neck. The Winter Soldier tightened his hold, making you cough out the air trapping inside your lungs.

His cold, dead heart skipped a beat as he was trapped inside the beautiful color of your eyes. What was happening to him? He let out a savage growl, feeling his heart pump so loud after years of darkness. You quickly reached for his face, snatching off his black, half faced mask and throwing it towards the end of your kitchen. That bold, risky action made him wrap his flesh fingers around your sneaky hands, slamming it down the table with an aching thud that made you whimper.

"B-Bucky...Bucky," You managed to croak out, feeling him go still. His dark, cerulean eyes bore into yours with a hopeless, desperate gaze. His gorgeous, soulless face was now vulnerable for you to see, even the windows to his eyes were opened and vincible, seeing the wounds planted inside his heart.

He breathed out ragged, deep breaths. Groaning out the confusement he was feeling. Bucky. The name rings a bell. He knew he heard it somewhere. But, was it really a name?

The Winter Soldier shook his head, snapping himself out of his daze. His insane mind was spinning crazy. Suddenly forgetting what he was ordered to do.

"отчего?" (Why?) He roughly sputtered beneath his breath, more to himself. His voice deep, rough and dry from not talking too much. The eyes of the man hovering above you looked too lost to even call him a man because he looked like a ghost, or a man with no soul.

"B-Bucky? T-That's your name, right?" You managed to croak out from how tight his fingers were around your neck. Veins started to form around his temples, he appeared to be triggered and frustrated. He was starting to breath deeper from the moment you said his name, even tightly closing his eyes to control himself. Trying hard to remember what he was for HYDRA. He was an asset, just a mere weapon. "Y-You're killing me..S-Stop..stop.."

The Winter Soldier could feel your pulse rate slowly fading, your body growing weaker and when he saw the tears fell from the side of your eyes, looking so helpless and desperate to live..He loosened his hold around your neck. The human inside of him trying to act what's right and moral.

He was certainly in conflict.

When you felt his fingers let go of your throat, you quickly took the chance to take a hold of his metal hand. Replacing it with yours to caress the hand mark and pain away. The Winter Soldier piercely stared on his own bionic hand, looking like he despised the metal hanging on his body.

"I know you remember me, Bucky." You gulped, hands shaky as you reached up and stretched your arm to cup his jaw. He flinched and held his breath. His instincts telling him that his body was ready for the pain you planned to give because he hurt you.

But, you didn't. Y/N would never hurt him.

"Bucky. My name's Bucky,"

"That's a nice name, beautiful even. Just like you."

"But, I hurt you. I'm a bad person. There's nothing beautiful when I'm involved. "

"It's because you had no other choice,"

"I do have a choice, and it was to save you,"

"They call me their asset, they call me the Winter Soldier and it's right to be scared of me because I am too,"

His heart knocked against his chest, and another. For the first time, with just a single thump. The voices, your voices echoed inside his brainwashed head. He felt alive and human, even for just a second his thoughts weren't filled with his nightmares.

There was finally a growing flower in the middle of a dead, dried up field. A boat for a stranded human on an isolated island and a sunflower in a field full of roses.

Yet, A mission is a mission and the Winter Soldier inside his head knew better when Bucky didn't. It was a defense mechanism rather than plomping him on the electric chair as he was forced to forget the face and name of the woman who he fell in love at first sight. The daughter of the woman whom he killed by strangling her in her sleep at exactly November 1, 2000.

"Нет, я их актив." (No, I am their asset.)

He knew he was a weapon and he immediately became one when he stabbed the palm of your hand with a knife. The Winter Soldier needed the blood to save you both, and he did because he finally got to save himself.

"прости меня, Y/N." (Forgive me, Y/N.) He harshly whispered to himself, remembering how you screamed and cried that night. Even painfully watching how the blood was dripping from the palm of your hand.

He tried to save you. He did even if it pained him to see you hurt and wounded and it was all because of him.

"You're my mission, why do you have to be my mission?"

REBLOG, LIKE OR COMMENT YOUR FEEDBACK FOR THIS ONESHOT OF MINE! HEEHEE! We’re close to reaching 200 followers and I’m so shookth how y’all manage to love what I write HAHAHHAHAHA jkjk.

XOXO,

(TATA) SEBASTIAN’S POTATO BITCH

47 notes · View notes

camillemontespan · 5 years

Text

a kingdom divided [part twenty nine: all the women that came before you]

Part Twenty Eight here if you want to catch up.

Angst and fluff is prevalent here. So much angst.

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @sirbeepsalot @moonlightgem7 @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @be-still-my-aching-heart @iplaydrake @dcbbw @carabeth @notoriouscs

************************************************************************************

The two brothers stared at each other for a long moment.

‘What do you mean you’re going to Cuba?’ Liam asked, breaking the silence.

Leo exhaled. ‘I have to go.’

‘But why?’ Liam asked, his voice becoming high pitched. ‘Why now? I think I have managed to heal the kingdom. Things will be more peaceful now, more settled! We can hang out again.. I missed you where you were gone.’ His voice cracked.

‘As great as that sounds, I just don’t think me being here is a good idea,’ Leo told him.

Liam settled back into his chair. ‘Can you explain why?’

Leo sat down in the chair opposite him and bit his lip, trying to think of the best way to explain this sudden 360 he was now spinning.

‘You are the King. If I was around, I would be a constant reminder to Cordonia that sometimes, the monarchy fails. I failed by abandoning our country and I will never forgive myself for that. I just don’t want to be a shadow on your reign. You should lead the kingdom with this fresh slate; you’ve been given the gift, Liam, to start again and be the King that dad wasn’t and what I could never be. I’m so, so proud of you and I don’t want to let you down again. I don’t want to mess up our relationship and I worry that if I stay, things will become cracked.’

Liam considered this explanation. ‘What about Olivia? You can’t just leave her, I thought you were just beginning something.’

‘Olivia wants nothing to do with me,’ Leo said bitterly.

‘Oh god. Leo, what did you do? Did you fuck a maid again? You know not to fuck the help!’

Leo’s eyes bulged. ‘I’m not like that anymore! I haven’t cheated on her.’

‘So why is she angry with you?’

‘It’s not that she’s angry with me, it’s more like she changed her mind. She doesn’t want me to hurt her so she ended things before the inevitable happened.’

‘You think leaving to go to Cuba isn’t going to hurt her?’ Liam asked, studying his brother. Leo clenched the arms of his chair. He looked at the floor then back at Liam.

‘I honestly don’t think she will care if I just leave,’ he said quietly. ‘She made it clear that I ruin everything I touch. I ruin women, I ruined Cordonia and I ruined my relationship with you. It’s best if I’m out the way.’

‘What utter bullshit,’ Liam said harshly. ‘She’s gotten inside your head and made you feel like you’re poison-’

‘I am poison, Liam,’ Leo replied.

‘You are my brother.’

They stared at each other once more. ‘Please don’t leave,’ Liam whispered. ‘Please. I need you.’

Leo sighed. ‘Nobody needs me.’

***********************************************************************

Olivia jumped when her door burst open. Whipping around, she came face to face with Liam who looked furious. ‘Liam! What’s happened?’

‘You happened,’ Liam said, pointing at her. ‘Because of you, Leo is going away. You made him feel like was poison, that he ruins everything, that he is worthless. He is going to fucking Cuba because of you and now I’m going to be left again. Thank you very much, Olivia. Hope you’re happy.’

Olivia stared at him. ‘He’s leaving?’

Liam nodded. ‘Yes. To Cuba.’

He swore he saw tears shine in her eyes but she looked down at her hand and examined her fingernails. ‘What Leo chooses to do is not my fault,’ she replied shortly. ‘If he wants to do his usual fuck off and leave trick, then let him.’

‘I don’t want him to leave!’ Liam burst out. ‘He’s my brother!’

‘He’s an adult, Liam. Let him make his own decisions.’

‘Don’t fucking patronise me.’

‘I’m not. I’m just being realistic; am I the only one here who sees things for what they are?’

‘I don’t know why you have changed your mind about him,’ Liam whispered, ‘but for Gods sake, Liv, he’s broken up. You’ve hurt him bad.’

‘Good. Better him than me.’

Liam’s eyes flashed. He thrust out his hand, offering an envelope. ‘He wrote you a letter before leaving for the private plane just now. Take it.’

Olivia took the letter mutely and watched as Liam stormed out of her room. With shaking hands, she opened the drawer in her dressing table and shoved the letter inside. She tried not to think about how that drawer held her dagger; the dagger she had used on Kiara; the fatal incident which Leo had tried to help her hide.

*************************************************************************

Leo looked out of the plane window, waiting for the plane to embark on its journey. He thought back over the last few months. He had been utterly blindsided by Olivia; she had caught him by surprise and he hadn’t predicted that he would end up falling in love with her.

Fullblown, head over heels, butterflies in the stomach, can’t stop thinking about her sort of love.

But she hadn’t wanted him. Leo understood her reasons; she wanted to protect her heart from him and Leo was a known breaker of hearts. He didn’t blame her in the slightest.

Leo still wanted her though.

He had written his letter to her slowly, thoughtfully. He wanted to convey his thoughts in the right way so she would understand why he loved her. Leo was never one for romantic gestures; hell, he wasn’t one for romantic feelings, period. But she had changed that. Olivia made him want to write her handwritten love letters. She made him want to buy her flowers, even though she threw the ones he gave her in the bin. She made him want to kiss every single inch of her body and worship her for the warrior queen that she was. He wanted to feel her fire.

‘The pilot is asking if you are ready to fly?’ the hostess asked, interrupting his thoughts. Leo cast one last look out of the window.

‘I’m ready, thank you.’

But he wouldn’t get to do those things for Olivia. Not anymore.

*****************************************************************

Camille found Drake sat at the kitchen table, cup of coffee beside him, reading a pregnancy book. She grinned when she saw that he was absorbed.

‘Hey you,’ she greeted him, pressing a kiss on the top of his head. He smiled up at her. ‘Hey gorgeous.’

She sat down opposite him. ‘I see you’re studying.’

‘Yeah, I figured I should know what’s going on with Lily, you know?’ He frowned and looked at her. ‘Do you know that she is probably upside down right now to prepare to exit the birth canal?’

Camille blinked. ‘Wh- what? Drake, did you just refer to my vagina as a birth canal?’

‘Well...’

‘Oh dear God. Okay, what else are you learning? Any other lovely terms to describe it?’

‘That’s the only one. Has the skin on your tummy been itching?’

‘Kinda.’

‘That’s normal,’ he told her. ‘Just rub oil on it or a moisturiser. You have a moisturiser for your tummy right?’

‘Yes, Drake, I do.’

‘Good good...’ He continued reading. Camille observed him then reached out to take his hand. He looked up at her and smiled bashfully.

Camille spoke. ‘I know I kind of freaked when you called my vagina a birth canal.. but I appreciate you reading up on this. I’ve been reading a few books and getting worried I’m not doing everything right. Like, is she okay in there? Cosy? Happy?’

Drake shut the book and focused his attention entirely on his wife. ‘Camille, you’re making a lovely home for her in there. I promise. I know we had problems a few months ago but that was down to stress. Since you’ve been here in Texas, you’ve been happy, right?’

She nodded. ‘Of course I have been!’

‘That’s all that matters. You’ve been happy, Lily’s been happy. I’ll be there for you the whole time. I’ll read so many baby books, I could walk into that hospital and deliver any baby myself.’

Camille giggled. Drake squeezed her hand. ‘You’re doing great.’

*************************************************

Olivia had had a fitful sleep and now it was 10am. Bleary eyed, she sat down, staring at the dressing table. The letter was calling out to her. She had been thinking about it all night. Did she really want to read Leo telling her how much he hated her now? Because that's what the letter must be about - how she turned him against her and he was leaving because he hated her.

She bit her fingernails, her eyes fixed on the dressing table drawer.

'Fuck it,' she finally said, bolting up to take the letter out. She opened the envelope savagely and steeled herself to read about how much of a bitch she was. She wouldn't blame him for being brutally honest. She began to read.

Hey trouble,

I'm not usually one for letter writing or grand gestures. But I decided to write you a letter because for some reason, you make me want to write letters to you. You actually make me want to do really romantic stuff but I've learned now that flowers don't heal stab wounds and should be avoided at all costs.

I know you told me that we have nothing. You made it clear that we will never have anything more than secret meetings in the dark. You want nothing to do with me now because you're scared I’ll hurt you.

You're an intelligent woman, Liv. I wouldn't trust me either. But I feel like I've changed. You helped me to change. When we had that first night together, you wanted me to help you forget my brother. Little did I know that you, Olivia Nevrakis, would help me forget all the women that came before you.

We’re the same and I think that’s why I was so drawn to you. We are both difficult to get to know, we hold people at arms length and we cause more pain than most. But getting to know you has been eye opening for me; you’re amazing. I see you for what you are, flaws and all, and I wouldn’t change you for the world. You challenge me, you call me out for my shit, and I do the same to you. Nobody else would dare do that to you; but you don’t scare me. You don’t intimidate me. I know it’s just a smoke screen; you actually have a heart of gold.

You said I would leave and break your heart. I’m sorry I’m leaving now and proving you right. But the one thing you are actually wrong about is the fact I will hurt you. Olivia, I swear, I know a good thing when I have it. You’re the first woman to make me feel something. You make me happy. I’d be a fool to break your heart which is why I would swear to keep it safe, if you gave me the privilege of looking after it.

But this is over now. I’m not going to force you into something you don’t want to do. I hope you remember how incredible you are, how strong, how powerful and how beautiful. I like to think I helped you see that you are all of those things and more.

At least we’ll always have rule six.

I love you, Olivia Nevrakis.

Leo x

Olivia’s eyes filled with tears when she closed the letter. Her chest began to constrict and her throat tightened; her breathing became more harsh. ‘Oh god.. oh god...’ she whispered, feeling panic rise. ‘What have I done?’

She sat up straight and clenched her fists. Her fingernails dug into her skin, drawing blood, but she didn’t care. She needed to feel something that wasn’t complete and utter regret.

She needed to talk to someone. Liam was a no go; he was still angry at her. Leo was in Cuba and talking to him now would be a mistake.

Wiping away tears, she grabbed her phone. She scrolled through her contacts until she found Camille.

***************************************************************************

Camille groaned when her phone woke her up. Rubbing her eyes, she checked the time. 3am. Who was calling at this hour? She reached out to answer the call but Drake pulled her back, nuzzling into her neck. ‘No.. comfy..’ he murmured sleepily.

Camille sighed. ‘Babe, it’s Olivia.’

‘She’s pocket dialling..’

‘Drake, let me up.’

‘Nooooo...’

Camille managed to unwind herself from Drake’s arm and answered the call. ‘Olivia?’

She could hear muffled crying. Camille sat up quickly, her heart starting to pound. ‘Olivia? Are you okay?’

‘Camille.. I fucked up..’ Olivia replied, her voice shaking. Camille clambered out of bed, ignoring Drake’s protests, and shrugged on her dressing gown. She padded downstairs, careful not to make any noise, and settled down on the sofa in the living room.

‘Olivia, talk to me.’

There was a sniffle. ‘I rejected Leo and now he’s gone. I fucked it up.’

‘Where has he gone?’ Camille asked, her voice soothing.

‘Cuba.’

‘What?! When?’

‘Yes-yesterday. He told me he was... he was..’

‘He was what?’

‘Falling in love with me,’ Olivia said quietly.

Camille swallowed. This was big but she knew not to make a big deal out of it. That would only scare Olivia away. ‘Okay.. You said you rejected him?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why honey?’

‘Because I’m a fucking idiot.’

Camille heard Olivia sniff again and when she spoke, her voice cracked. ‘He wrote me a letter and it’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever given me.’

‘Do you mind if I ask what the letter said?’

To Camille’s surprise, Olivia didn’t tell her to mind her own business. Instead, she read out the letter. Camille felt tears spring up in her eyes when Olivia finished.

‘Liv.. that was lovely.’

‘I know right?! What the hell?’ Olivia’s voice rose with a tinge of hysteria. ‘Why didn’t he tell me this way before instead of acting like a complete and utter douchebag?! He always acts like he has no feelings, it’s so frustrating!’

‘Because he has walls,’ Camille said. ‘Oh God, Liv, what are you going to do?’

‘I don’t know. Help me.’

Camille thought. ‘Okay, does he make you happy?’

‘Ugh, Camille..’ Olivia groaned.

‘Liv, it’s 3am here. You called me for a deep girly chat and damn it, that’s what you’re getting,’ Camille replied bluntly. ‘Just go with it. Does Leo make you happy?’

‘I think... I think so.. like what defines happy?’

‘I don’t know.. like butterflies? When you think of him do you smile?’

‘I ignore all feelings like that. Butterflies are pathetic.’

‘Oh Jesus, fine. Does he give you the same feeling as when you buy a new dagger?’

Olivia went silent until she spoke 10 seconds later. ‘Oh fuck.’

Camille grinned. ‘I knew it. Okay, do you see yourself being with him?’

‘What’s the point? He’s in Cuba now,’ Olivia said wearily. ‘It’s done.’

‘Olivia, answer the question. Do you see yourself being with him?’

Olivia groaned. ‘Don’t make me say it..’

‘Olivia..’ Camille replied, her voice carrying a warning.

‘Ugh fine. Yes. I don’t know how it would work, he will realise how unsuited we are and it will end-’

‘He could realise that yes, or it could be the best thing to ever happen to you,’ Camille interrupted. ‘Love is risky, Liv. You put your feelings on the line and sure, you could get your heart broken. But it can also be the loveliest thing ever. Sharing a life with someone. Having fun. Inside jokes. You are a team. Don’t throw away something that could be amazing because you’re scared. You are a Nevrakis. You don’t get scared, you take everything life throws at you and you deal with it. Don’t give up on Leo before he’s even proven himself to you. If you let him go now, you will forever wonder what could have been.’

Olivia was silent again. Camille held her breath.

‘Thanks, Camille,’ Olivia said softly. ‘I needed that.’

Camille smiled. ‘You go get him, girl.’

#drake walker #olivia nevrakis #the royal romance #trr fanfic

43 notes · View notes

antman-56 · 4 years

Text

The Long Night Pt. 13

It was STRQ’s turn.

Team SLVR won against Team STAR. It was an interesting battle. Team SLVR lost 3 members, but team STAR had all four members near the aura drop.

One by one Team STAR was taken out when they decided to split up to find him. It was the comeback of the year to most of the students watching.

Team STRQ was against Team TZTE ( tanzanite ).

Theodore Spam was the leader. He was apart of a tribe that was forced to leave Vacuo due to Grimm when he was younger. He changed into his tribes battle outfit. It was a black fur kilt and war paint that represented his tribes history. His weapons were two hatchets that could turn into SMGs. His semblance was Insult, if he insults someone and they respond to it will be transform them into a rage induced maniac, solely targeting him.

Zane Rider was the stereotypical skateboarder. Flannel Jacket, half his hair was buzz cut while the other was long enough to cover his right eye, and black denim jeans with a flame on the end of his right leg. His weapon of choice was a hover board that can transform into a long sword and a SMG with a knife attachment. His semblance is “Now You See Me, Now You Don’t” ,as he calls it, he can create a clone anywhere and transport to it whenever he is an a tough situation, albeit it requires a lot of Aura.

Taylor Krell always wore a traditional Samurai robe. He was the tallest member of Team TZTE and he looked to be as strong as Theodore. His weapon of choice was a double bladed sword that can turn into a a regular katana if need be. His semblance was Adjust, whenever he fights someone for a extend amount of time he can predict their movements and his Aura gains a resistance against their weapon, however if he is against two or more weapons then it will not work and he will gain more damage.

Ezekiel Sax was the weakest and smallest member of the team. He mostly avoided combat whenever possible, but that didn’t mean he was bad at it. He worn the school uniform with light white armor added on to it. His weapon is a sniper rifle that could turn into a bo staff. His semblance is Accuracy, every shot he takes always hit where his scope lands.

As STRQ went to their side of the Combat Room they were glared at by Team, TRBO, JACB, and BLAD.

They were still pissed at them. First Summer flipped Turbo over her shoulder, Qrow beats up Blif and Chip, the cafeteria fight, and then leaving them to “The Red Witch” after Summer bailed out her Team.

Now they were waiting for their turn to kick their asses and for it to be legal.

***Blue Corner of the Combat Room***

Tai : Soooo, anyone else see the death glare that Sir Duchebag and his group of bitches gave us?

Summer : Language and yes.

Raven : Which means they want us to win, so they can try to beat us.

Raven was still pissed that they had her trapped in the cafeteria. She doesn't care who it is at of the 12 of them, but someone is going to be in pain.

Qrow : Keyword “Try”.

Tai : Look at you, trying to be smart.

Qrow : You just couldn’t let me have that one, could you?

Tai : Nope.

Summer : GUYS FOCUS!!

As if on cue the doors for their room opened and the the word “Begin” echoed thought out the room.

It was show time.

Summer : Alright gang, Bad Dragon.

When the order was given, Tai and Qrow ran up front to be the main attack, Raven would be behind them in case one of them gets over whelmed, and Summer ran into one of the abandoned “buildings” to provide support.

Team TZTE had Taylor and Theodore up front, Zane right behind the, and Ezekiel was no where to be seen.

Zane went behind TQ and used Raven as a pole to bounce off of. She blocked it and pushed him away from her.

Zane : Hey babe, follow me.

Raven ran towards him in rage at the fact he called her “babe”.

Taylor and Theodore were fighting Qrow and Tai.

Qrow was having a hard time with Taylor. He had an unorthodox fighting style that literally made him a extension to his blade. After awhile Qrow could barely keep up with him and what was worse is that he seemed to be able to counter some of his attacks effortlessly.

Tai on the other was having an easier time. Tai was able to use Theodore’s momentum against him because the idiot was only thinking of hitting him hard. It was almost a shock to see know he was a second year and a leader. He could probably take on first years, but second years should be able to anticipate his every move.

Theodore : So, blondie are you just as stupid as the jokes.

Tai stayed quiet. This was coming from someone who wouldn’t be able to keep up with Glynda.

Theodore : What, cat got your tongue? or . . . ( lunges at Tai so he can block it, making them face to face) is your girlfriend the one with the balls.

Tai pushed him away and activated his claws.

He was starting to get annoying.

He ran towards Theodore and started his attack.

Theodore : Maybe she needs a REAL man inside her? (goes for a strike ) Teach her how a woman should act. With a collar and all.

That did it.

Tai (Semblance activated) :FUCK YOU!!!

Tai was engulfed in flames that reached the ceiling of the room and all he saw was red.

Theodore was now sweating heavily from the sudden intense heat and from fear. Now knowing why Beacon called him “The Dragon”.

Theodore was not the only one affected by the heat.

The rest of Team STRQ and TZTE were sweating from it.

***Peanut Gallery***

The students watching the fight were shocked to see a flame tornado in the room. A majority of the class felt pity for Theodore, seeing him right next to the source and standing still.

Turbo ( internally ) : This is coming from the blond! He may be a problem for us. I wonder what other surprises these guys have.

He smiled, knowing he was going to have fun in his match against them.

*** Elsewhere (Raven’s Fight)***

Raven was lead to a section of the room that looked like a ruined city hall. The pillars, stairs, poles, railings, and open street gave Zane a terrain advantage. Not to mention the sudden heat wave by her boyfriend.

That’s when she saw Zane run up to her. She was ready, all she needed to do was get him of his board and then kick his ass.

Right when he was in front of her, he went around her with a spin out of her reach. He used her as a pole to guide himself onto her left side. She lost her footing a stumbled a bit before getting back to her stance.

This went on for awhile, she was getting exhausted from him evading her and using the terrain for tricks. He was in the middle of doing a 360 kick flip when Raven spoke.

Raven (annoyed) : Are you taking this seriously?

Zane : Nope love.

Raven ran to him until she heard the sound of a gunshot.

She barley dodged it and ran to cover.

Raven (internally) : Great sniper fire. He was stalling for support and I fucking fell for it.

She hid behind a pillar, all the while listening to Zane insult her.

Zane : Really love. I couldn’t believe you didn’t catch on. I mean you look smarter than you look or are looks making up for the small mind you have.

Raven was livid, but knew if she rushed him she would get hit.

Raven : At least, I don’t need help fighting a girl. (internally) Great i’m pinned.(multiple shots fired at her pillar) Teleport to Tai? Qrow? No, they’ll target them. Summer? NO, shes worse case scenario.

Zane decided she wanted to play the hard way, so he activated his hover board and rushed her. He jumped on the left side of the pillar and dismantled his weapon before he was fully able to see behind the pillar. He emptied his SMG on the spot Raven was on only to find it empty. Raven used one of her blades as a stepping stone to avoid getting hit and used a blue blade to strike Zane.

Zane went to defend himself with his long sword but when the blue blade collided with Zane’s weapon it temporarily shutdown his hover board setting. He was grounded and it was looking bad for him. Raven was controlling his footing, making sure to stay behind the pillar. With her sword still using electricity Zane couldn’t leave, so he did the next best thing.

He activated his semblance right when Raven was about to get a direct hit.

Zane’s aura was 78% when he left fighting Raven and now it was at 21%. He was still in, but on thin ice.

Ezekiel still had his eyes behind the pillar. He knew Raven was behind it and he was going to make sure to get a few hits on her.

That’s when he felt something sharp stab his back. Ezekiel turned around quickly to see Summer transforming her spear into a sword. That attack dropped his Aura from 100% to 43%. He used his sniper to block her next attacks and was now pushing her back to the balcony part of the room they were in.

He was kicking himself for being stupid. The glare and the multiple shots gave him away. How could he be so stupid.

***Elsewhere (Qrow’s Fight)***

Qrow and Taylor where now in a area with Bridge about 10 feet from the ground with no railing. It was a fierce battle that got the most of the peanut gallery spectators on the edge of their seats.

Both combatants were sweating from the being the closest to the heat and from the exchanges of swords. Qrow’s Aura was at 30% and Taylor’s was at 37%.

Taylor could read Qrow’s movements and could possibly know when he breathes now. Qrow on the other hand was struggling. He could only block Taylor’s attacks and that seemed to be working less and less.

Qrow got some distance from Taylor.

Taylor : Are you running away?

Qrow : You wish.

Taylor grunted and raised his blade to make a formal stance and Qrow got into his stance.

Taylor : I have to give you credit. I haven’t had a fight like this in awhile. But, the end results are always the same.

Qrow : Why’s that?

Taylor : I win.

Taylor ran to Qrow ready to end him, until Qrow did the unthinkable.

Qrow threw Harbinger at Taylor and he did not expect that. He got hit with the blade dropping his Aura to 32%. Taylor was so transfixed on what just happened that he didn’t notice Qrow was now in front of him.

Qrow began to attack Taylor with his fists and Taylor could do nothing, but take the beatings.

It ended with Qrow kicking Taylor of the bridge, dropping Taylor’s Aura to 13%

“TAYLOR KRELL ELIMINATED”

***Elsewhere ( Summer’s Fight)***

Ezekiel and Summer where fighting on the balcony of the room Ezekiel used as a sniper’s nest.

Ezekiel was holding his own against Summer and was finally able to transform his sniper to a bo staff. They were both trying to avoid being at the edge and not get hit.

Summer took a hit to the head that dropped her Aura to 87%. Ezekiel was parrying everything she hit him with and almost kicked her off the railing at one point. Now both of them were tired and were waiting for someone to make a move.

That’s when it happened.

A sudden kick to Ezekiel side sent him off the building dropping his Aura down to 7%.

“EZEKIEL SAX ELIMINATED”

Summer : I HAD IT!

Raven : True, but I want to leave now.

Summer sighed as Raven gave her a smirk.

***Elsewhere (Tai’s fight)***

Tai was still burning and Theodore was still standing still afraid to move.

He could have sworn he saw a dragon’s face looking at him in the flames above Tai.

Tai deactivate his claws back into his brass knuckle setting and dropped his guard.

Theodore saw this and soon recovered enough courage to run up to Tai and attack him.

He had to go through the flames Tai made around him. every time he made his way to him the flames became hotter.

He was finally face to face to him, but Theodore’s Aura was at 29% and was slowly falling. He raised his hatchets above Tai and attacked.

Tai caught them, threw them to the closest wall and unleashed his rage.

He started with a gut punch, then a body blow, then another, another, and eventually threw a couple of kicks into the mix. All the while his flames grew brighter and brighter till the peanut gallery couldn’t see his fight.

Tai was building up a rhythm to the beating he was giving. It felt good to let go of all his pent up rage. He didn’t hear the announcement that Theodore was eliminated.

He ended his beating with a punch that sent him straight to the peanut gallery. The amount of force he gave to him was enough to crack the windows that were supposed to withstand a rocket launcher.

Theodore left with his Aura broken when he made contact with the ground.

Tai fell to his knees and took deep breaths. He was panting and drenched in sweat.

His Aura still being at 100%.

A portal opened up next to him and he saw Summer and Raven walk towards him.

Raven : Sup.

Tai could do nothing, but smile and laugh at the woman he loved.

***Elsewhere (Qrow’s location)***

Qrow was walking towards where the flame dissipated. He saw the guy Tai was fighting fly and flinched when he saw where it landed. They will be having a talk with the Major that was sure.

It was then that Qrow heard the sound of a hover board making its way for him. He dodged just before it made contact with him.

It was Zane and he had a piece of the room that resembled a pole.

He pointed it at Qrow and smiled. Qrow knew what he wanted and he was going to give it to him.

Qrow jerked the hand that held Harbinger down and it transformed into the Sythe that almost every weapon enthusiast loved .

Both men looked each other in the eyes and waited.

A piece of the bridge broke off.

The ran at each other. Man vs technology who would be faster.

CRASH

Zane fell off his hover board and was now on the floor with his Aura at 4%.

Qrow stood their his aura at 21%. Zane got his hit in, Qrow wasn’t fast enough and he hated that.

He was now in front of the peanut galleries view.

He raised his Sythe up and pointed at them. He glare at the people who were next and smirked.

No words were need. Turbo met his gaze and glared back. Their eyes said everything they wanted to say to each other.

“TEAM STRQ VICTORIOUS”

#qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #Summer Rose #raven branwen #rwby au #rwby #long night part 13

3 notes · View notes