university!dan heng x reader oneshot

a/n: a continuation of the university!dan heng headcanons! it’s been a while since ive properly written so please bear w me, not proofread so also plz bear w me

genre: sfw, first kiss, gn reader

notes: i actually do a lot of archival research in uni irl and hence this scenario has crossed my mind many times but for context for those who haven’t been around uni libraries before: to maximize space many libraries will have their shelves packed together in one huge block of shelves, so you can’t actually access the shelves by walking between them. in order for you to access the shelf you’re looking for you need to turn a wheel on the corresponding shelf to push the adjacent shelves aside and open up a pathway for you to walk between the shelves (does this even make any sense?). but you need to be careful! because if you aren’t paying attention, someone in another row may be trying to get a book and when you open up yours you might squish them :( anyways! context so this makes sense.

It’d been a few weeks into the semester since you first met him at the library, since those steely gray eyes that peered over at you from the front desk seemed to puncture right through your defences. It’s funny how one day of forgetting your laptop charger could turn into a new daily routine of dropping by the library, requesting to rent one just so you could be struck again. Charger rentals quickly turned to him asking you about the books you’re reading to chats about classes. Then one day he started leaving you cups of tea on your desk for your late night sessions - and always when you have your head down for a power nap so you can’t ever thank him. But the teabag in your cups are always the same brand as the ones you see dangling from his thermos, though he will always deny it.

Today you actually did need his help, though. You were looking for a specific book that was not in the regular library shelves, and needed someone to guide you through the labyrinth that was the archives. Luckily for you, Dan Heng seemed to know them like the back of his hand.

“Sorry to take you away from your job like this.”

“I work at the library help desk. You are asking for my help,” he says matter-of-factly, “This is quite literally my job.”

The archive stacks lay out before the two of you, with stacks on stacks of shelves stretched out for what must be all the way from East to West campus. With the archives located in the library’s underground level, it was entirely plausible. The archives room was lit by large fluorescent panels on the ceilings, which seemed to hang low compared to the tall shelves. It was crazy how in a room that loomed this large, they still had to stack the shelves together to accommodate all of them. Each shelf had a great big wheel on its side, which you knew you had to turn to roll the adjacent shelves aside, allowing you passage to the shelf of your choice. With the smell of finely aging books curling yellow with the years wafting through the room and these great big contraptions of shelves, being down here almost felt otherworldly. You looked to Dan Heng - how long must someone spend down here to sift through the shelf labels as algorithmically as he did?

“May I?” Snapping out of your awe, you found him holding his hand out to you, expectantly. Wait - what?

“Huh?”

“Your phone. I forgot the call number.”

Oh. You hand your phone over. This deep into the archives, with the fortress of shelf stacks in front and behind you, the ceiling lights could only reach so far. So when he opened your phone, the light of the screen gently illuminated his face.

“Interesting background.”

“Don’t you have a job to do?”

“Friendly banter is an effective way to make a friendly atmosphere between library staff and visitors.

“I didn’t take you for the bantering type.”

Just before you swear you could detect an almost imperceptible smile. But just as quickly as it came, the light of your phone was snuffed out.

“Here it is,” he set both hands firmly on the wheel, turning and rolling what must have been eight stacks of shelves aside, which gave way with a creak and the crackle of plastic-wrapped books. A space opened up between your two target shelves, just wide enough for one of you at a time to pass through.

“Looks cozy,” you say, taking a step inside. But you knew this was the farthest right he could push the shelves, and you didn’t want to trouble him to push aside any more. “Let’s go find that book.”

You two work silently, scanning the bookshelves row by row: you on one side and him on the other, meeting in the middle. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little flustered when you two bumped shoulders as you finished the first row, him just silently turning to you, shaking his head. It’s not on this one. And then you two proceeded to the next row.

You went on like this for a little bit, occasionally accidentally brushing hands as you two closely watched the book spines, only for you to hurriedly draw your hand away. But row by row, shelf by shelf, he started to move his hand to yours first, your hands lingering, skin to skin, for just a moment as you both pretended to be carefully observing the last book. Never daring to look the other in the eye lest either one betrays the look on their face. First a brush of the knuckles, them the backs of your fingers, then-

The shelves began to close together with a heavy groan. They must have been so quiet, else must not have realized you two were there, and began to close up the stacks, and they were closing in quickly.

Dan Heng immediately put himself between you and the incoming shelf, bracing himself on the shelf behind you. “Excuse me!” He shouts to the stranger, and the shelves ceased.

The stranger called back. “Sorry! I’ll be done in a sec!”

The momentary shock settling down, you realized the position you were in: the two of you, pressed dangerously close together, Dan Heng with one arm above you to steady himself on the shelf behind you, looking down at you. Your faces were so close as you turned your head up to look at him, you felt a lock of his hair brush your forehead.

“Are you alright?”

You open your mouth to say something, when you realize that with his body pressed to yours he could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest - and was that his thrumming in response? Must the adrenaline from saving you from the shelves be getting him this worked up? Why was your own heart still fluttering if the threat is over? And… Why did your face feel so warm?

“I’m…” You look into his eyes for the first time since you two entered the shelves - he’s handsome. Devastatingly handsome. The faint ceiling lights cut through the shelves, offering a window of light for you to look at him, him to look at you.

“Sorry… Is this too close?”

You shake your head. “No, it’s… It’s fine…”

Your eyes wandered - could he see where they were looking? Down his face to his lips, and you tried to focus on something - anything - to distract you but all that was before you was him, his eyes gray like winter above you, his heart thumping through his jacket and against your chest, and his lips, god, his lips.

You two stand in silence as you try to peel your eyes away from him. But then he gently puts his free hand under your chin, tipping it back up to look at him. You can’t hide it now - you cheeks flushed pink, the way you’re looking at him. Your foreheads are touching now, his eyes searching yours as his gentle breath fans across your face, a few locks of hair on your cheek stirring. You quietly whisper.

“Is teasing me also part of your job description?”

A flutter of his eyelashes. Yours closing in response. Your hearts, drumming up courage in you both as he lowers his face and you bring yours up to meet his.

And then the gentlest, gentlest of kisses. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and his hand under your chin drops to your waist in response, drawing you near. His kisses are long and drawn out, then punctuated: short, sweet like haiku syllables, playing out on your lips, writing you to life.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

a/n: thanks for reading yahoo!

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I Am So Glad You Asked!!!

So basically... Tokitoswap! a swap au in which the tokis and the kamados swap roles-- yui swapping w/ tan, and mui swapping with nezzy. 

aka: Two Twins Have A Bit Of A Worse Time Than Usual And Suddenly Find Themselves In The Middle Of A Thousand Year Struggle Between Humans And Demons (Which Are Real By The Way)!

. it also happens to be an exercize in having a concept, going “hey, wouldnt it be funny if--?” and then it sticks and you have to commit. i keep trying to explain in a way that Makes Sense, but im gonna be honest. theres just So Fucking Much going on and ive been trying to write this for hours and i dont even know where to start summarizing WAHAHAH. i dont know if its very Canon Aligned but it sure is very Me Aligned and i sure am gonna commit to the bit! anyway. 

its heavily in-progress and was supposed to be a clean one-role swap but! Well!!!! It Sure Isn’t Anymore!!! 

under the cut since im Incapable of keeping things short:

funy lil swap au! ft:  Yui: “Older” Brother who Thinks he’s in charge. a beleaguered 14-year-old who stumbled into being a slayer and super isn’t prepared for this. Unfortunately, having your sole remaining family turn into a demon is kind of antithetical to “go home and pretend nothing happened.” he is handling this very well. (lie) a user of wind-breathing, his main priority is keeping him and mui safe, and is a bit overprotective. which is a problem, since mui will charge headfirst into the first sign of danger to protect him. their relationship is a bit messy, but they’re pretty much the only thing holding each other together. a kid trying so hard to act bigger than he is-- and inevitably, routinely failing.

Mui: Odd Little Creacher secretly hiding Rage More Powerful Than A Thousand Suns. just barely surviving the attack of their family one fateful night by That Man, he manages to completely break the curse and hunger or being a demon through his own sheer will. unfortunately, he also completely loses control of himself and, in order to make sure that energy doesnt completely tear him apart, his consciousness completely mists over-- leaving him rather airheaded and distant in an attempt to hold back the roaring of a new power he cannot control. . but hes so silly!! ^w^ couldn’t hurt a fly!!

Murata: Some Fucking Guy who just so happened to get roped into all this. is just absolutely baffled this kid is out here slaying demons like this, and is honestly doing his best to make sure he doesn’t stupidly get himself killed. despite being at a higher rank than them, though, he’s kind of... well, he hasn’t gotten the hang of water-breathing techniques. try as he might, he just cant quite reach the same skill level as some of his peers. even still though, he has to keep trying. he has a job to do, and promises to keep. 

Susamaru: Professionally identifies as a Problem. a user of beast-breathing, she just kind of... shows up one day and starts antagonizing. originally started fighting the twins for the honestly-kind-of-reasonable reason of “That Kid Is A Demon And Thats A Fucking Problem” but got distracted messing with yui enough to get. kinda curious about the other one. she’s loud and brash and fucking annoying, but at some point she just... asserted herself. and never left.  she’s an odd case. ridiculously skilled at the whole slaying-demons thing, she just... doesnt seem to take things seriously. has a penchant for irritating people on purpose-- but its purely for the extent of understanding how they work. what makes them tick. she’s here for a good time, not a long time. most of her peers don’t like her much, but once she’s decided that she likes someone, theres very little she wont do for them. and these nerds just so happen to be next on the list. 

. all in all, its just these dorks against the world. there’s just. a ridiculous amount of mess ive written about how they function and how their arcs shape up, and while there Are some other roles and etc written up, my brain has been completely laser focused on These Four In Particular, so . \o/ ! anyway, heres a bunch of ambient sketches from all over the place of Them(tm)

ranger vents abt the doctor's office under the cut

there was something truly unhinged abt a thing that happened today.

the last primary care appointment i had went really bad, my nurse practitioner so very horrible to me. i ended up very nonverbal during the appointment bc she was so horrible to me, she refuses to treat me like im autistic. when i bring up concern abt certain things she completely shut it down, blames it on me, ect. (as if its my fault my t shot routine is disrupted by her not sending my t script to my pharmacy. she often takes a week to refill my t, & often doesn't send or write the script for needles/syringes). anyways, the point is last time i saw this lady i was non-verbal, shaking, very negative body language, ect.

so today i went to my therapy appointment which is in the same clinic. as my therapist was walking me out, my np came out of her office & cornered me in the hallway. she was smiling at me all sweet & said, i fuckin kid you not, this bitch said to me "you look a lot better than the last time i saw you. are you feeling better?"

miss ma'am, i just spent a week immobile bc you refuse to do anything abt my autoimmune disorder, my joint damage/pain, & muscle issues. i can "look better" bc i wasn't seeing her & i wasn't *AFRAID* bc i wasn't supposed to see her. my entire demeanor changed when she started talking to me. i told her "im feeling a little bit better. but then again therapy with [therapist name] always makes me feel a little better." & she just...it just went right over her head.

the last time i was seeing her she told me she needed to give me "tough love" basically bc i ask for the same things over & over & she does nothing abt them so i come off as whiny & like im refusing to fix my own issues (as iff i didn't start working out, wearing inserts in my shoes, eating better, working on my posture, going to therapy, ect isn't trying to remedy or lessen some of my issues).

like what fucking medical professional thinks they need to give their disabled, under-serviced, abuse survivor patient "TOUGH LOVE"

for years & god damn years i was written off for all manner of reasons by medical professionals. it turns out im not just a fat, lazy pieace of trash & that's not the reason my back hurts. my motherfucking back hurts bc i have a very severe, special form of arthritis mixed with bursitis. in high school i "hurt" my back to the point i legit could not love over five times, each time i was just told i was too fat & needed to exercise. i lost over 100 pounds, worked out for my disibities, & protected my back. IT DID LITERALLY NOTHING TO RELIEVE ANY SYMPTIONS . what tough love do i need? when the world has been tough on me since day one.

the amount of "rare" issues ive had SINCE BIRTH (i was born with a literal one in a million skin disease that is a congenital birth defect except for IN ME THE WEIRD CASE where it was a mutation & there weren't genetic markers for the disease even though i had one of the most documented cases of the disease. i was born autistic & waved every single autistic red flag including the big one: delayed speech. the stomach issues i always had that were bc im gluten & soy intolerant that were again just blamed on my being fat & eating badly. theres so many examples i can keep going) is staggering & the majority of it has been ignored or misdiagnosed.

i just don't think i, or anyone else, deserve to get "tough love" from thier medical professional. ive had tough love all my fuckign life & its whats killing me. idk im just ranting now but i just dont understand how these fucking people can & are allowed to get away with literal abuse. i came from a truly abusive clinic, & while this new one isn't nearly as bad it's still abusive. my np is still abusing me by refusing to believe me & take care of me in a timely manner. my pain scale maxes out in the regular basis. i was standing at work today on only my right leg bc my left knee was so, so fucking painful i couldn't put pressure on it. when my move you can hear pops & cracks, & they dont stop. i just moive my shoulder & it makes loud sounds.

but yeah i just need to do more or whatever. im just a lazy piece of trash & my physical & mental state are just my fault. i wish i could break her legs & tell her to just keep walking. i wish i could get her career ruined bc she, & everyone else like her, is ruining my life. if i kill myself some day it wil, without a doubt, be a result of these things. i've lived my life for over twenty five year begging & pleading for help bc im hurting so fucking much. i used to pray that i'd have to be put in a wheelchair.

why is it okay for people to tell me live like this when they have the power to help? every medical professional ive ever had deserves to live a month in my life. in constant pain & nausea, unable to eat or sleep right, unable to do things normal folks can do. i hope & pray these people also wish for death. i hope they know my pain bc i fucking hate them & they deserve the horrible life i live.

hi! ive been reading your dessin newsletter and i find it so inspiring and ultimately it made me think about why do i feel the need to define myself as an artist and how lately i just have feel like an impostor because its been so long since i painted or written anything. i think i need some kind of routine to keep art as a part of my identity because i have felt a little lost lately, idk. and you see idk if i should think of art that way, as something i want to keep to myself, as smething i should perform. sorry im a mess i just been confused this days and i wonder if you got any tips around this kind of stuff. sending you all the good vibes

hi! i appreciate you sending this ask and i'm happy to hear you are reading my tiny newsletter... <3

honestly i started it because i was feeling really lost and weird and avoidant about making art (specifically drawing), so i wanted a space where i could work through and process and think about those feelings. it's also turned into a place where i can think about the other ways i like to be creative, which i didn't imagine and which i am grateful for.

that being said, the questions you're thinking about - wanting to keep art as part of your identity, what makes art part of your identity, is it something private or something to share, etc. those are all things i puzzle about too. honestly i have no real answers!

what i can do is tell you a little bit about where i am right now, if that helps...while i do really agree with what bjork says about creativity being this thing you shouldn't try to force or corner or be harsh to and to seek it out in new and imaginative places, i also believe that it's something you gotta practice. esp if there are skills you want to get better at. and i found that by making art into a habit i can keep track of every day, i can encourage myself to clock in and make something. having structure makes it easier for me to get over that hurdle of deciding to make something each day, which helps me a lot. making space to make art has ended up being important to me, even if i don't make anything i like that day. i still made something.

on identity - honestly recently i've just started to think of myself as like, a drawing enjoyer, or an art enjoyer. or just someone who keeps an art diary. not exactly an artist. i think it might be because i think a lot about semantics (unfortunately), but it helps take the pressure off. my expectations for myself as an 'art enjoyer' are way gentler than my expectations for myself as an 'artist'. it's weird, but making that part of my identity less intense makes me create more!

on performance + privacy - i used to spend a lot of time trying to make stuff on instagram and for instagram. it was messing with my head because i was always making stuff with consumption in mind. not that it's bad to have an audience in mind, but i was unable to manage that relationship without constantly thinking, would this do well on the platform? is this shareable? am i coming across as shareable? just, stuff that was making it hard for me to just focus on me and drawing, or me and writing. not what i wanted at all! and once i stopped using instagram, and spent that free time reading more, i started realizing there was a lot of mystery and imagination that comes from having privacy that really helped me form a healthier relationship with making stuff. and also helped me get better because i had more bandwidth to practice! so... it's really up to you. it can be wonderful to engage in a community of artists + art enjoyers. but you don't have to do it 24/7, and current platforms make it difficult not to do that. so i decided to opt out indefinitely.

anyway.... that's all i got for now. i hope it helps. thank u for sending a message <3

life update again

since its been a week

mental state: i'm doing well. i have some worries but it feels good to have productive worries if that makes sense. like exciting worries. and i feel much more focused prob bc i went out and also worked out a lot today and like i've sorta started getting my life on track

work:

i don't wanna write too much about this job in particular. i honestly think i got it but i dont wanna disappoint myself and read back these posts and be like fuckkk but they're literally paying for my hotel (but not my flight cry) so i can visit the office in mid-sept like it really feels like they want me BAD and ngl i want them too. and they told me during the call my skills are very attractive + there's a lot of networking opportunities in the province basically and i think this job is most relevant to anything i wanna do in the future. anyway we'll see

stuff i gotta do:

kinda started on apt hunting. i can afford a deposit and some furniture but the move will prob deplete my entire savings so i hope i start working by beginning of oct. i also will have to start paying back student loans by end of nov. it seems like they haven't started adding interest yet but i have a big debt lmao

and i will need to lease a car if/once i end up moving. ive written abt my experience w cars before but im pretty used to driving now. i still need to practice highway driving SAD :( but i know i can get used to it. if i can try driving on the highways here (worst drivers in canada) then there's no way i'd fear the highways over there. i've also never bought or leased a car before but i figure leasing is best bc i have decent credit and i want a newer car so it will have a backup camera

i also want to work out properly. i've been going swimming about once a week for the past while but i need to up my cardio and strength so i went to the gym downstairs for the first time to use the machines. i prefer free weights which was my excuse for not going but tbh they work for me since i'm pretty weak rn & its better than nothing. it makes me feel worse to sit around all day. i should also start my stretching routine again

i also need to learn python before i start working lmao

other stuff:

im ngl social life is kinda dead but thats all on me for being a hermit and i still cant really bring myself to care rn. maybe ill call e or n on the weekend and set up plans with sp

Appreciation. | Xiaojun

Request: Can I request a one shot with Xiaojun (fluff/angst) please 😔💚

Author’s Note: Anon, honestly if you hate this (because I do) just know I’m sorry I tried :’)) 

Warnings: Couple of swear words, an argument although not too heated, English is my second language so errors are always possible.

Word Count: 2792

Genre: Angst, Fluff

I (desperately) hope you enjoy!

People say opposites attract.

They are right, in a sense. Xiaojun and you definitely were not the likeliest of people. Or the pair people would suspect to end up together. But you also were definitely not exact opposites of each other— nobody could be that with him. The guy was calm but had truly chaotic energy, a dreamer but also a doer, an optimist but also a pessimist; you name it, he was most probably also that.

Yet there was something about him that definitely did not have any alternatives to it, “it” being his ambition and love for work. It did not change and it probably would never do.

Xiaojun strives to make music and be involved in all its derivatives. It is how he was brought up. Music is the base of his whole life. He loses himself in it. There was no argument about it, nor were there any questions. How could there be any when his whole lifestyle was adapted to it?

There is great passion in what he does and you respected that, you truly did. But you also had your ambitions. Things that you had to adapt to, in order to succeed in them. These things did not necessarily fit to your boyfriend’s ambitions or schedules— they certainly did not have to. That you knew about, but you also thought that this was where the problems started.

In your view, relationships work by giving and receiving. Of course it must depend on fondness first to have any chance of working out, but if there has to be sacrifices to be made it should be on both sides. If there is affection and compassion they should be on both sides. And for these to occur there should be will to do it and recognition to appreciate it.

The problem was, you could not really sense that appreciation in him for quite some time.

When dates were planned, they were planned according to his schedule, unless you had a major thing to worry about. He would get to be the one deciding whether you two get to hang out or not. Even things like FaceTime or Skype calls would have to be organized so his schedule would be capable of fitting it in. And yes, his schedule was more often crazy busy than not, there was nothing to deny about that. But as the last minute “I’m sorry sweetheart, maybe another time?”s, “Something came up, we have to cancel.”s, “I think I’ll be late, what should we do?”s and their derivatives piled up, it started to feel like he was failing to see your sacrifices of your own cancelled plans and organizations you’d make in order to maybe spend more time with him.

And with more time, it started to feel like music was so deeply engraved in his bones and heart that maybe anyone or anything could never be the priority again, even for a short while.

But the other times— the times where you actually got to be with him— it would be a whole other story. Both of you got to see each other pretty often, but usually at absurd times in the middle of the day or late in the night and only for a short while. Still, Xiaojun would make you feel so loved when you two were together. Listening to you with all his attention, giving you all of his love and affection, hugging you, kissing you, playing songs for you. He serenaded you quite often, which would embarrass you both sometimes as it was such a romantic trope, too romantic even for him at some point. But you loved it, you loved being with him. You even loved the Skype calls at ungodly times of the night and the late night dinner dates of rushing to make anything to eat, but at least with some class so it would feel more like a date.

You loved everything and you were happy with him in those moments, but when you reflected on it, you just did not like how it was you that had to make it from one end of the spectrum to the other rather than just meeting in the middle with him. And meeting in the middle did not necessarily mean to cancel things just to be with you, just a bit of recognition and gratitude was enough.

For the longest time you keep it in and bottle it up because is he really at fault? But the frustration grows, and grows, and— well, grows until the feeling of neglection and the sacrifices going unrecognized just weighs heavier and heavier on your shoulders and in your stomach.

And one day, it all blows up.

You had come to the dorm that morning, because he would not have any plans or programs that he would have to attend to. It would have been the first full day in almost a month that both of you would get to have to yourselves and each other only. And you both loved to have breakfast, so it would have been the perfect start for what you hoped would feel like a day with no end to it.

That gets ruined pretty early on, though.

Xiaojun greets you at the door and hugs you before planting a kiss on your cheek. He appeared to be the only one awake— the only one out of his room at least.  He accompanied you to the kitchen where you both started preparing the necessary ingredients for your favorite breakfast, and he spoke up first when you were cutting up some ingredients on the board. “I have some bad news,”

Something drops in your chest. You were used to this feeling normally. This time, though, it seemed to be a heavier drop. “Yeah?” The disappointment was already audible in your voice tone and Xiaojun recognized it. But he never let it get to him, so this time was no exception. “I have to go to the company, I think something was wrong with my recordings.”

There is a moment of quiet after that. Nobody says anything for a while, you just chop the ingredients and he goes to prepare the water after cleaning the other ingredients. He moves onto do some other things, you cannot really tell, but after a while he stops and from the corner of your eye you can tell he is leaning against the counter and looking at you.

Time must have lost its sense, because if they asked you it was only a few seconds that had passed when Xiaojun squeezed your arm a little and you stopped to look at him. This startle also made you realize the fact that your eyes were brimming with tears that burned with frustration. “I’m fine, it’s what you have to do.” A tear falls. Of course.

“Then why are you crying?” One thing about Xiaojun that genuinely pissed you off sometimes was hot he never got angry, or properly annoyed. Sometimes you wanted him to. Because he had this beautiful way with words and toning that acted like a master key for people’s hearts and minds, but because he was so incredibly patient you would never get to really hear him. Although magical, it laid like a curtain covering his essence. And again, it just felt like you were opening up when he was not.

“Because I’m used to it and I’m tired of being used to it,” You sniffle, properly turning to him with your body. “You could’ve told me sooner, you know. So I wouldn’t have had to cancel my plans?”

He is genuinely surprised. “You had plans?”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his confusion. The disappointment gets even bigger. “I told you when you called me about today. You said you were sure you had the day off.”

His brows furrow a little. “But this is not exactly an instance I can do something about.” And he was right. But frustration still ate away at you, and you felt the need to speak up about it just for once. “Yes, it’s not. But do you even realize how much I do for this to work out? I keep eliminating so much of my time—”

He is quick to answer. “So you want me to cancel work? I’m on a—”

“Tight schedule, yes. I get that you can’t do much about it.” He is not exactly getting riled up, but just a bit quick to get information out of you, which riles you up. “Then what’s the problem, exactly?”

And at that moment, you hate that he still does not know. You hate that he is so oblivious to it, because that just means he does not think about it at all. What truly breaks you is the slight hint of sass in his voice. Ever so slightly you sob, without the ability to help yourself to hold it dearly inside. That ends up being what truly worries him. “I just would like to get recognized for the amount of shit I pull from my ass just so I can get to see you when you have time. I know that you must be seeing yourself like, I don’t know, a makeshift saint because you try to fit seeing me into your packed schedule but hell, Xiaojun—“ You put a hand on your chest that so badly wants to heave with the untold struggles you had been going through. Now that they found the slightest escape, they wanted out. “I’m so behind on my things just so this can work. And then when this kind of thing happens— which you know is more often than not, and I don’t get a heads-up, it all goes to waste. My sacrifices for this relationship and my life outside this relationship goes to waste,” You have to stop for a moment to take a shaky breath. You try to look him in the eye, but realize you cannot, so you settle for just looking up at the ceiling. “You get to do music which is your life, I know, and to have a relationship. And in your point of view you’re absolutely incredible at it. But we’re young and reality is that you’re lucky enough to have settled with your way of living this early in life. I’m still trying to find something that works for me, but with taking so much time out so many times to travel and for the couple of hours I’ll only hopefully get to see you… Neither feels secure enough for me to say I’m doing something right. And to not at least get any appreciation for the risks I take, it’s heartbreaking. That’s the problem.”

The words leave a bad taste in your mouth, but it also feels refreshing to finally let the feelings out. So you wipe at your cheeks. To get rid of the negative remnants of whatever this was. And once everything is moderately dry, you take a look at him. He looks deep in thought, eyebrows furrowed all the way, a serious look in his eyes. “How come you never told me? I would have listened.”

“Maybe I need more than being heard this time.” A sigh makes its way out from deep in your chest with that suggestion.

And then, though everything feels bitter, you turn back to the counter to resume preparing your part of the breakfast. Because despite it all, you still want to spend some time with him before he leaves.

Things go back to how they were— quiet—when you turn back to the counter. He follows you and gets back to work as well, although a bit later, and you both cook in silence.

But all silence does is bring the thoughts back, and fuel new ones. Does this silence mean you are on bad terms with him now? Would it have been better to not say anything at all? Were you overreacting? Or rather, was he really not appreciative? What would it make him if he was not? And what would it make you if you were overreacting? What would it make you think of each other?

The thoughts race as you two cook and suddenly, your brain decides you are not done crying.

Why? You do not know. At least for certain. There was too much going on internally.

This time he does not say anything. Instead he hugs you from the back and places his chin on your shoulder. He is looking at you again, you can tell. You start laughing— not because anything is humorous, but because your nerves are all over the place. Your emotions are everything and then some with boosted frustration. Because nothing is settled. Because you stopped talking and so did he.

But then something happens.

He starts thanking you just as you apologize for what must be a very creepy behavior. And he starts thanking you for a lot of things. His voice is barely above a whisper, but affirmative.

Thank you for traveling through the city just to come see me. Thank you for staying up to talk with me. Thank you for waking up early to meet me. Thank you for running to catch me and kissing me when we part ways. Thank you for the times you flew out to make sure we get to see each other once before it becomes too long a while. Thank you for the times you cooked for me. Thank you for making time for me, even though everything feels uncertain to you. Thank you for being vulnerable with me. Thank you for being here today. Thank you for staying. Thank you for caring about me so much, sweetheart. Thank you for caring so much about this, and thank you for loving me. But please, don’t burden yourself alone anymore. Tell me your struggles sooner. And I promise to do better at seeing it, rather than watching it.

As much as you hate to say it, you wanted to hear these words. Had been expecting these words. Definitely not every single time— but sometimes it would be nice, and was in fact nice, to hear that your effort did not fall on deaf ears or blind eyes.

There is a rush of happiness and hope you cannot stop. Because he gets it now, instead of choosing to stay oblivious just to be able to hide in the comfort of silence and not have to deal with what he was told, which many people would have done.

You turn your head to kiss him when that hits you. He kisses you back. For shorter of a while than you would have liked. Then he moves (in your opinion way too quickly when there is a burning stove) to get a bowl and some cutlery out, getting breakfast straight out of the pot and blowing on it before picking some of it up to serve you. “Come on,” he says, holding the spoon close to your mouth. “There is nothing better than food fresh off the stove when you are upset.”

“I’m not upset anymore.” You claim, but he does not seem too keen on it as he shakes his head. “You still got some boo left over.”

That makes you snort. And it goes exactly like how you would expect a snort to go after a good cry. Thankfully he only laughs and hands you a tissue without much pester. He does stare at you, though, which is not much better. “What are you looking at? You made me snort after I cried, I think it’s quite basic maths what the outcome is when you add them up.”

“Mhm,” He pauses, hesitant. His confidence is low as he speaks. “If you want to hang out tonight, I’m all yours to have. The thing should last only a few hours, though I can jump over tourniquets if I have to.” Without waiting for a response, he starts getting cutlery out for himself, most probably to avoid eye contact. Knowing how he operates with conflict, you were sure he was tip-toeing through the topic.

“Oh God, please don’t,” You wipe your nose one last time. He fills his bowl with as much breakfast he put for you. “Those things are half as tall as you. Wouldn’t wanna see how that rolls out.”

And with that he drops the cutlery. He looks at you with something close to disappointment, and after giving it a few seconds, you both start hollering in laughter as you eat your breakfast.

Sure, he had a special way with speaking, but you would like to think resolution was something both of you were good at.

always

by nanodayo

Anime/Manga: Fire Force

Pairing: Sagamiya Konro x Shinmon Benimaru (M/M)

Rating: M for now but will likely shift to E for explicit sexual content as well as violence.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Smut, Violence, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, somewhat graphic depictions of injuries, ill probably update this as the story goes on!

Chapters 1/?? (I have a few written and will post more soon)

a/n: like i know,,,,fire force is a shounen so theres gonna be a lotta self inserts and self shipping fics,,,,,but its not what im particularly interested in so ive decided to take matters into my own hands. Benimaru and Konro were made for each other you cannot change my mind!! ALSO PLS NOTE IVE ONLY WATCHED THE ANIME!! but it doesn't really change much. theres no spoilers involved just beni and konro being all cute n shit

also, this is my first time writing fanfiction ever, and its my first time creative writing in a while, but im pretty happy with how its looking so far!

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Konro stands by the entrance to the guardhouse, the epitome of patience. At first glance at least. Hika and Hina know better, and shoot him nervous glances between bites of their dinner. They see the tense lines of his shoulders, and the way he has not touched his food. They also see the slight tremor in his hands, but are kind enough not to make fun of him for it.

Benimaru has been away since sunrise, and the moon is now shining high above them. He was supposed to be visiting the 8th and briefly coordinating with their captain for an upcoming training session with their rookies. An hour later, Konro was informed that a large group of infernals had been spotted, and that Benimaru was assisting the 8th due to the magnitude of the damage being done. All in all, it was supposed to be a routine mission. Their captain should have been home by lunch.

The fact that he has been away for so much longer means something has gone wrong. The girls know Konro is worried sick about their captain, and in truth, they are just as scared. Logically, everyone knows that there is very little in this world that is even remotely a match for the man called “the strongest fire soldier”, but his absence is unsettling regardless.

“Hika, Hina, it’s time to go to bed.” Konro does not move from his spot. Neither do the twins. If he is being honest, Konro appreciates their company, but as their guardian of sorts, he feels obligated to be responsible. But the girls say nothing, and frankly Konro does not have the energy to push the subject. He grips his wrists tighter under his kimono. His burned shoulders ache from the strain of his tension, but he cannot bring himself to mind it.

Thankfully, the object of their concern appears in their field of view, a lone streak of flames growing rapidly larger, pushing the idea of sleep out of the trio’s minds.

They stand up straight, relief letting them breathe freely at last.

That is, until they get a closer look at Benimaru.

He grips the matoi gingerly, his right arm hanging loosely at its side. His face and robe are caked in dust and ash, with red-stained patches on his chest. The face that typically wears an apathetic expression is screwed up in what they can only assume is immense physical pain. Most distressing of all is the blood streaming down his neck, painting his shoulders a deep crimson.

The girls instantly shoot towards him, and twin balls of flame appear beside the larger streak, one going to support each side. As the girl on his right attempts to approach him however, she immediately backs off upon further examining the damage. Konro grimaces. The arm must look really bad.

Despite the commotion, they soon land in front of the guardhouse, and Konro rushes forward to help them. His stomach is in knots, and he pushes back the swirl of emotions that threaten to paralyse him. Now is not the time, not when Beni needs him to be strong.

“Beni-.” Konro is interrupted by Benimaru slumping forward, legs unable to support his weight. Immediately, Konro picks him up, one arm beneath his knees, the other under his back. Mindful of the clearly broken arm as well as the array of injuries, they walk towards the house, and upstairs into Konro’s room, as it is the most supplied for such an emergency.

“Hika, Hina, please go and get Suzume immediately. Tell them it’s Waka.” Suzume is a local medic who frequently treated injured members of Company 7. She is a strict older lady who has known Beni since he was a child. The girls depart, leaving Konro to his thoughts, alongside an unconscious Benimaru.

Beni needs you. The thought gives a small thrill, but is instantly quashed by a wave of self-loathing. He does not deserve to be happy, not now.

He places the injured man on the futon that was already prepared. Fear leaves him frozen, unsure of what to do next. Beni, oh gods, Beni. What if - no. Konro refuses to go there.

Konro is not a doctor, but at this moment he wishes he is.

Konro is not strong, but at this moment he needs to be. For Waka. For Beni.

He knows he has to move, start somewhere, do something, or else it might kill him. So he faces the man lying on the futon, red staining the white sheet, and begins to strip away the clothes that are concealing the extent of his injuries. He grabs clean towels, warm water, and disinfectant, and begins cleaning the injuries on his chest and stomach. When he goes to remove the sleeve on Benimaru’s right side, the young captain’s face tightens in his unconscious state.

Konro curses at himself for causing Benimaru more pain. He removes the sleeve the rest of the way and stares at the dislocated shoulder. At the wrist that rests at an unnatural angle. At the arms covered in cuts and cruises. At the cleaned torso, bruised almost beyond recognition.

A grunt.

“You’re crying.”

Konro starts. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the captain waking up. Stupid. How dare he turn his attention away from Benimaru. How dare he focus on his own feelings when Beni is in pain.

Konro touches his own face and feels the wetness there. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he turns his attention back to his captain’s injuries, doing what he can before the medic arrives. He again finds himself wishing that he wasn't so weak, so useless.

He shakes his head to remove those thoughts from his mind. He has no right to self pity.

A cold hand weakly grips his wrist, and Konro pauses.

“Konro.”

Konro resumes his cleaning of the wounds on Benimaru’s arm, gentle, ever so mindful of the shoulder. He can’t bring himself to look him in the eye, not after he failed to protect his captain.

“Konro,” Benimaru croaks again, firmer this time, “ ‘m fine, don’t worry ‘bout me.”

The young man can barely form words. Here he is, barely awake but despite his pain, he is trying to comfort Konro. The lieutenant’s stomach clenches painfully at the notion. He finally turns and looks at the younger man. Completely at odds with the words he just spoke, Benimaru’s eyes contain a myriad of emotions: pain, concern, but above all, panic. And that is the worst of all. It is not a look that should be on Waka’s face. It makes Konro want to hold him close, and take him far away from here, where he would never suffer again.

Konro reaches out, pushing Benimaru’s black hair from his forehead, attempting to comfort the younger man without words. Mindful of the gash on the back of Benimaru’s head, Konro runs his fingers through the damp strands, gently combing the hair with his fingers, desperate for that fear to be quashed, desperate to protect the captain in any way he could.

“I’m here, Beni.”

The captain looks so small on the tatami mats, breath coming in painful bursts, blood still oozing from the wounds on his chest. He holds Konro’s gaze until he can’t anymore, going unconscious again from the pain. It is a startling contrast from the strong, awe-inducing man who carries the weight of Asakusa on his shoulders so naturally.

At that moment, a commotion is heard from the hall. The twins have returned, with the medic in tow. The girls pull the woman by her wrists, dragging her roughly along in their haste to return to Waka’s side.

“Hurry up, you’re too slow you hag!” The twins speak in unison. Their words are cruel, but Suzume does not fault them for it, all too accustomed to the girls’ behaviour.

Konro stands and picks the girls up so they are out of the way.

“Let us see Waka! Put us down, stupid Konro!” the girls explode angrily. But they do not leave his arms, as worried about Benimaru as Konro is. He ignores them, speaking instead to the medic.

“We will leave him in your care. If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know.” He hears how his voice breaks, but he chooses to ignore it for now.

“Of course, Kon-san. You have already done plenty, thank you for cleaning his wounds. I can take care of it from here.” She smiles and turns towards the injured man. Konro takes that as his cue to leave, carrying the girls out of the room and into theirs.

For the first time, Konro prays to any gods willing to listen.

***

“Konro, stay with us, please!” The girls have been tucked in, but it was obvious they are not going to sleep for a while, too upset.

Konro is hesitant, wrapped in thoughts of returning to Benimaru’s side. But the usage of the word ‘please’ holds his attention, largely because he has almost never heard the girls say it before. Maybe he needs to teach them better manners going forward. Maybe he is stalling.

With a gentle sigh and a kind smile, he sits down between their futons. Not that they need two separate ones, because they always end up sharing by morning. Be nice to them, they’re just as scared as you are. Furthermore, he is the lieutenant, and when Waka is gone, he must step up.

“I’ll tell you a story, will that help you relax?” His voice breaks the silence that has befallen the guardhouse.

“Yes!!! Tell us about when you hazed Waka!” Hika giggles.

“Tell us, tell us!” Hina pipes up.

Konro smiles in the way that only the young girls can bring out of him. “I’ve told you a thousand times already, haven’t I?” But he begins anyway.

***

The so-called proto-nationalist hazing that Benimaru had later inflicted on Shinra and Arthur of Company 8 was something Konro had once forced the younger man (at the time, a boy) to undergo as a punishment. The boy had recently begun to act up in training and was being a little shit, so Konro and the other hikeshi enacted a plan to teach the brat a lesson.

They had told him it was time for him to undergo a traditional hazing to signify his transition into manhood. It was a load of shit, but they figured the angsty young master was too far up his own ass to realise that they had made the whole thing up. They were right.

“Konro? Hello? What the fuck am I doing?!” Benimaru was currently tied to a spit and was suspended sideways over a fire, face up. His clothes were burning away, slowly revealing his backside. Not that Konro had noticed.

“Uh,” Konro stalled, trying to recall their made-up explanation, “It's uh, an old proto-nationalist hazing.” Yeah that sounds good. A simple punishment is all it was, really. And it was hilarious. Benimaru, the kid with a strength that easily surpasses most grown men, was tied up in the middle of Asakusa, roasting over the fire.

Surprisingly, Beni had gone along with being tied up without much fight, more annoyance and confusion as opposed to actual anger. Not quite the reaction Konro was going for, but he wasn’t going to read into it too much.

“Konro, it's hot. Can you untie me please?” The boy had whined.

“No Waka, you must learn to overcome your physical discomforts. This is an essential part of your training.” Konro had to actively fight the urge to burst out laughing. He bit his tongue and tried to look detached.

“This is ridiculous. What’s the fucking point. This is stupid.” Beni continued to complain.

“You’ll learn the point, kid.” A hikeshi spoke up. “We all went through this, suck it up.” Konro was grateful. He didn’t think he could speak more without laughing. A crowd was gathering, Asakusa’s inhabitants curious as to why the young master was tied like a roasted pig in the public space. Benimaru turned red. Trained warrior or no, being stared at by elderly women with his ass hanging out (because at this point his clothes had all but burned away) was a rather embarrassing scenario.

There are very few things that could be less mortifying for a teenage boy.

***

Hika and Hina giggle at the image. Konro cannot suppress his smile at the memory, the disgruntled look on Benimaru’s face is one he will never forget.

The girls yawn in sync. “Konro keep going.” Hina is impatient. “Yeah, hurry up!!” Like clockwork, Hika trills after her sister.

“Yes, yes. Let’s continue.” The knowledge that Benimaru is lying just down the hall is not forgotten, but Konro has to be there for the twins.

***

“Now what?” Benimaru had dropped his initial discontented expression and had settled for a scowl. He was starting to get rather irate. Konro knew this, but he was having too much fun to stop.

The young master was once again suspended above a fire, except this time he wore only a fundoshi, and his arms and feet were spread apart. The embarrassment had not gone away, he was a teenage boy after all. Konro thought it was too funny to stop, even if the furious younger man stood a chance against him in a fight.

Another hikeshi lit a fire at Benimaru’s feet, the flames instantly shooting upwards.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU BASTARD IM GOING TO KILL YOU-” Beni launched a verbal tirade with increasingly creative language. Konro actually laughed, he couldn’t help it. That only served to piss off the young man more. “KONRO I SWEAR TO ANY GOD ABOVE THAT I WILL CUT OFF YOUR HANDS AND MAKE YOU EA-'' Beni was cut off by a gag appearing around his mouth. Fire of course. Konro’s quick thinking.

This continued until the older man figured it was time to move on to the next punishment.

***

The twins had fallen asleep holding each other close. Their breath is in sync. How they manage that Konro will never know. He stands slowly, careful not to wake them, but he knows he need not worry - they are exhausted. He is too, but now is not the time for sleep, not when Benimaru needs him.

Konro hesitates before opening the door to his bedroom. The dread he has been setting aside for the twins threatens to spill out and make an emotional wreck of him. That cannot happen. Not right now. He needs to push past his own weakness for the young master.

Pulling aside the door, he sees Suzume packing her bag. He cannot bring himself to look at the futon, not yet.

“He’ll live.” Her voice is quiet, calm. “The cuts are mostly superficial but there is still significant bruising on his chest and arms. None of it is life-threatening but he will be in a great deal of pain for the next two weeks at least.” The lieutenant almost has to sit down, relief flooding every fibre of his being.

“That being said,” she continues, “The wrist is broken and his shoulder has been dislocated. He is right handed, correct?” Konro nods. “Then he will require assistance until he becomes accustomed to using his left hand. He also has a mild concussion, but the cut on his head is not as deep as it looks.”

“How long until he is healed?”

She hesitates, unable to meet his eyes. The medic senses the lieutenant’s nervousness. Poor Kon-san. “The concussion should heal in about ten days, assuming he makes the effort to get better fully. At least six weeks for the wrist. More or less the same for the shoulder, but I will discuss all the details with you when he wakes, which might not be for a long time. I gave him some painkillers…” She continues, tactfully ignoring Konro’s obvious inner turmoil.

Benimaru will be unable to train for at least a month. He will not be allowed to fight for Asakusa. Beni’s necessity to the town aside, Konro is more worried about the emotional toll it would take on the captain, who lives and breathes to serve their district. The thought of Beni forced to sit aside and watch made his heart clench painfully.

“...and with that, I suggest you go to sleep, Kon-san. You’ve had a long night, and I will see you in the morning.” The medic withdraws quickly, leaving the two men alone.

Konro realises he needs to go to Benimaru’s side. Because really, that’s where he belongs. It’s where he always wants to be.

He kneels next to the sleeping captain, who is almost swallowed up by the robes Suzume had dressed him in. They are Konro’s, and they are much too large. The word ‘cute’ flashes through the lieutenant's mind at the image. He must be tired, he thinks, because he doubts anyone in their right state of mind would describe the young captain in such a way.

Reaching out his hand, Konro runs his hand through the hair sticking to Benimaru’s forehead, pushing the strands back. The hand lingers longer than Konro had intended it to.

The captain stirs, murmuring in his sleep. “K’nro…wha’s for d’ner…” before becoming silent again. Konro smiles gently, the tears he has been holding back finally free falling. He allows himself to just feel for a minute. The distress about Beni’s emotional state upon learning he has to put aside his own training for so long. The worry he had felt in the hours leading up to seeing Beni, only for it to come crashing down once he found out the damage done to his captain. But worst of all is the anguish. Because for a brief moment, he thought he was going to lose him. And that causes him more grief than anything else.

How pitiful.

After all Benimaru has been through, the worst emotions stem from Konro’s own fear. From his own weakness. Because if he was strong, he could have protected Benimaru. How pathetic.

Konro continues to let these negative feelings wash over him, until his captain stirs once again. This time, the younger man opens his eyes fully. They were glazed, but he appears to see Konro sitting beside him.

Immediately, Konro moves closer, hands hovering, wanting to touch him but not knowing how. Benimaru spares him the struggle by taking the larger hand in his, gripping it firmer than one would have expected given his condition.

“Stay?”

“Always.”

Slithered Here From Eden - Princewitch

KINGDOM OF THE WICKED SPOILERS!!! I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW SPOILERY THIS FIC IS. THE HEIGHT OF SPOILERS!! THE PEAK OF SPOILERS!! THIS IS A VERY LOUD WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KINGDOM OF THE WICKED SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT DO NOT KEEP READING IF YOU DONT WISH TO BE SPOILED THANK YOUUUUUU

anyways here is my first princewitch fic!! i hope you guys like it, and let me know if you have any ideas for fics for those two. im a little nervous to put this out here - ive written only cressworth and original stuff for a while, so im kinda nervous this wont be in character or will be weird in my style. anyway, please let me know if you like this, and if its something you want more of. im already working on a few others, courtesy of @duchess-of-nothing-and-nowhere ‘s brilliant ideas, but send in any requests you have!!! i hope you guys enjoy, thank you!!!!!

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Hell was, well, hell.

Her husband was busy doing whatever kings of Hell did in their spare time, which she was thankful for. She didn’t wish to run into any of the Wicked, but Pride was close to the top of the list. Not the worst offender, however. The Prince she’d once tentatively called an ally had claimed that spot with his spectacularly humiliating betrayal. 

The worst part was that she still didn’t understand. His motives, his feelings, his aims - all were shrouded in mystery, one that seemed to taunt her at every twist and turn. Bastard. 

Contrary to her preconceptions, her rooms were actually rather beautiful. Similar to the style of the house Wrath had rented in Palermo, but it felt different. Darker. Her quarters were styled in black and gold, with serpent scones lining the walls. The fire flickered in a menacing fashion, though she’d long since learned it had more bark than bite. 

Shadows crept along the floor until they curled at her feet like a cat, announcing the presence of the one demon prince she wished to see the least. 

“What do you want.” Emilia barely gave him a glance before he walked him, arrogance pouring off him. As if he owned the damn place. 

Infuriatingly beautiful as usual, he wore a dark suit, flecked with golden patterns, not unlike the tattoo she knew adorned his shoulder. Her attention flicked to the wicker basket he held gingerly in his hands. Covered with a soft blue tea towel, it looked like something plucked off the streets of her home, not something that belonged within the obsidian walls of the kingdom where wickedness ruled with abandon. 

Silence was his only reply as he looked her up and down. The gaze threatened to set her alight; with rage or desire, she wasn’t entirely sure. Once, the bed that loomed behind her would’ve offered a taunting distraction and a fragile but desperate wish. Now, it only annoyed her, reminding her of the moments she’d failed so magnificently at seeing through his façade.

Still no response. They hadn’t spoken since her wedding, and their last words had been less of a conversation and more of throwing of well-deserved insults on her behalf. He’d told her that she knew nothing of his motivations, and to assume he wished her harm was foolish. She’d told him a few carefully chosen expletives, complete with a hand gesture that would’ve had her mother wringing her hands. Wrath had spent the days prior skulking outside her quarters, never saying a word, only letting his shadows pollute her already foul mood. She might’ve had the slightest amount of sympathy for him, had he not betrayed her, lied to her, married her to his brother and thoroughly pissed her off in the process.

He placed the basket down on the table at the other side of the room. Looking up, Wrath raised a carefully groomed brow. Apparently, princes of Hell had beauty routines.

His mood was undetectable through his face, but the shadows that followed him gave it away, if only slightly. They were the same dark as a summer night; dark enough for comfort, but not the soulless black pitch she’d seen him wear so often. An interesting combination for a prince who seemed to care not a whit whether she lived or died after he’d gotten what he wanted.

Wrath pulled back the cloth covering the basket to reveal – food. A carefully curated selection of her favourites, smelling like they’d been plucked off the serving plates of the Sea & Vine.

She nearly salivated at the sight – the food she’d eaten in Hell had been a sore spot for her. Though nothing was wrong with it, it lacked the love of homemade food. The flavour that came with knowing that someone lovingly made every single bite. There were no laughing families who cooked here, no fathers to taste-test, or sisters to tease while they made sangria side by side.

  “How on earth did you find this?” The words slipped out before she could correct herself. ‘Earth’ was perhaps not the right term, though she couldn’t truly tell where she was. Under, felt more accurate. Below.

He looked at her as if she was missing the obvious – and she was.

The food smelt like she was used to because it was what she was used to. The same recipes, made with the same care as every meal that came from the Sea & Vine kitchens.

Panic enveloped her faster than joy.

“Did you hurt them?” She hissed, desperately searching his appearance for any sign of violence. He was wearing black, that much was true, but either he cleaned up exceptionally well, or there was no blood to be found.

“Hurt them?” Wrath’s tone was even, but she could hear how he scoffed. The nerve, “No. I even paid for it.”

Her heart still beat fast enough to burst from her chest, so he continued, “Relax, witch. No harm has come to them, nor will it, if you comply with my brother’s terms.” There was no audible threat in his tone, but she knew it went without saying. Comply, be Pride’s blooded wife, or her family would receive the same fate as Vittoria. It hurt to even think about, however brief the thought was.

She was going to throw something right at his beautiful, awful face. Maybe the basket, once she was finished devouring her favourites. Wrath would certainly look ridiculous enough with a basket slammed over his head, if he didn’t kill her first.

“It’s not poisoned, if that’s what you fear.” Emilia blinked, unsure how to respond. He seemed to be lingering, if demon princes could ever linger. Why wouldn’t he leave?

She nodded, restraining a biting retort about how she was sure that fact was a deep disappointment for him. Remembering the odd rules of demonhood, she thanked him.

Still, he wouldn’t leave. Just stood there, watching her with those golden eyes that peered into her very soul, reaching inside and setting her alight. His gaze was unnerving.

Her patience, which had thinned dramatically since becoming a co-ruler of Hell, waned, “Are you waiting for payment?”

He laughed. Actually laughed. A short, biting sound, but a laugh nonetheless.

“I could smell your foul mood from my own House. Perhaps this will appease you.”

Appease her. As if it were that simple. As if he hadn’t tricked her, lied to her by omission, made her into an even greater fool than the one she was.

“Perhaps if you deigned to be truthful, I would be more polite.” Lies, but worth a try. If only he would tell her something, anything by way of explanation. Even if it was brutally cruel and benefitting a member of the Wicked. Anything but the agony of anticipation.

Apparently this evening was full of more surprises, because Wrath then pulled out a chair, and gestured for her to sit down, like they weren’t sworn enemies. The thought of a biting retort was attractive, but the smell of food was too much. The scent of all her favourites, food she’d spent hours labouring over in the past, wafted towards her like an irresistible gift.

The basket held everything she dreamt of. Wrath laid the table with his harvest as she tried not to gape at the sight. Twin glasses of sangria, somehow still delightfully cold. The comforting smell of garlic and fresh herbs permeated the air. Plates piled high with a mix of all her favourite things: a selection of antipasto, a side plate of bruschetta, a bowl of pasta, and a small dish of cannoli. If she closed her eyes, and forgot the presence of the prince in front of her, she could picture being back home, surrounded by her family and loved ones. If she thought hard enough, she could faintly smell Vittoria’s favourite perfume, the one she made for herself.

When she opened her eyes, the dream faded away, and there was only Wrath sitting across from her. Despite all the effort she presumed he must’ve taken to fetch the food, he sat watching like he thought it was attack him. Or she would. A laugh escaped her lips, almost hysterical, at the situation. Her, Queen of Hell, sat with her husband’s brother, another demon prince, as they ate food from her family’s restaurant. Comical, if disturbing.

“It won’t bite,” She said, eagerly helping herself to a plate. His eyes flickered with the promise of his bite, and she fought to keep any sign of her reaction off her face. Now was not the time to think of his kiss, or goddess forbid, his tongue. Watching carefully, he followed suit, piling his plate high with a mirror of her own. If she didn’t know the strength that lurked beneath that bronze skin and manicured hands, she would’ve called it sweet.

The food was – the food was heavenly. The taste of home, the love of her family, the promise of safety offered in those few bites brought her more joy than she thought possible. She wanted to stretch out the meal forever, as long as time would permit. If this was the last time she would taste such heaven, she wanted to remember it.

Despite her anger at the demon sitting across from her, curiosity embedded itself in her mind. How could he have known? How could he have known this was exactly what she needed, what her soul craved? Just as he’d done with the orange blossoms after Lust, he’d somehow known her mind and soul needing nourishment, and brought it as a gift to her door. Perhaps there would be a price to be paid, someday, but for now, her happiness was enough.

It was ridiculous and Nonna would’ve scolded her dearly, but it was the first semblance of normal she’d had since signing her name over to Pride. The meal sent flashbacks of the time she’d spent after Lust had invaded her mind; the days she’d spent lying in bed, a stranger in her own body, while Wrath sat like a comforting guardian demon. They hadn’t spoken, but he’d delivered her meals thrice daily, and never left her side unless to fetch her clothes from his mysterious source, or to give her privacy if she’d asked. He’d even brought her reading materials, though they were filled with battle strategies, not the steamy romances she craved. At the time, she’d thought it was a sign that maybe, just maybe, Wrath was different. Now, she only felt the white-hot flush of shame. Her appetite faded, and she pushed the plate away.

He catalogued her change in mood with a barely perceptible nod of his head. Truly, she had no idea what he was thinking. Sometimes she thought he was terrified for her, her witch-blood and mortal heart acting as a beacon for all those whom Pride had made an enemy. Sometimes she thought he wanted to kiss her until her lips were swollen and she begged him for release. Sometimes she thought her presence disgusted him to a never-ending degree. A mystery.

“You need to be careful,” He broke the silence with a warning, as if she treated Hell like a stroll along Sicilian streets.

“It would help if you told me anything.” She hated the petulant near-whine of her voice, but it couldn’t be helped. She had nothing and no-one in the world, but she needed an ally. Or, if she couldn’t have that, information would have to do.

“I’ve already told you too much.” Lies. Complete lies.

Her questioning had bored him, she assumed, as he stood up to go, leaving the remnants of their meal scattered around them. Wrath cast one last look at her before stalking out, taking the shadows with him.

Just as she was about to curse his name, she spotted a bouquet of orange blossoms on the dresser.

Bastard.

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A Walk in the Park

Morning, another dreary day ahead, usual routine, put my robe on, brush hair and put in ponytail, bit of makeup. Downstairs for something to eat and some coffee when i see it by the front door, a letter. Bit strange, i don't usually get letters but its addressed to me so why not check it out?

“Dear Emma, Our scouts saw you a few weeks ago and we believe you would be a perfect fit for our next event, you'll receive fair compensation for your time and equipment will be provided on arrival. we hope you accept.”

Looking over the letter again its as simple as its written, it even has a address, time and date, 5pm this Friday? well its not like im busy or anything, i was going to go to the movies with some friends but they bailed on me, and my account is getting rather empty.. sounds interesting.

“At least i now have something to DO in 3 days!” i chuckle to myself.

Sitting around the house with nothing to do, i think ill check out this address today while its broad daylight, its on the other side of town so i can walk through the park on the way and have some fresh air.

Sliding out of my robe i opt for a white shirt with black pants, always a good combo and some typical shoes for the park and walk. Busy today as usual as people rush in every direction on their way to wherever they are going, after a few brushes with clearly eager hands with 1 cupping my ass i manage to get to the park and take a breath, “pretty handsy today” i think to myself as i run my hand over my freshly groped ass. Another breath in and i continue away from the hands on crowd and move on.

Its quite impressive, iv walked past this building a few times before but this will be the first time i actually see the inside, its usually for high end events the kind of which id never enjoy, the high arches over the front door, the marble columns and statues lining the outside. what kind of job will it be anyway? im not good with food.

i shrug as i walk back through the park, longer route than i need but its a nice day to wander.

As i sit on a bench i can hear something i dont think iv ever expected to hear in a park, someone is moaning, quiet enough to not draw much attention but loud enough to hear if you get too close.. like me. Curiosity has me by the tits now as i turn to the bushes behind my chair and look around a large tree. Red hair swaying back and forth as right on the other side of the tree some girl is getting fucked, hard by her restricted moans, a red ballgag wedged tight in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the man wont see me if i stay behind the tree but with his eyes closed he couldn't see the girl his cock is ramming.

The girl has some small clamps on her nipples with her blue minidress pulled down under her breasts and pulled up over her hips, its nothing more than a loose corset right now, 6 inch heels padlocked to her feet and a collar locked around her neck. Rose red cheeks almost glowing with heat as her moans escape the gag, on closer look the man has his cock buried not in her pussy, its her ass he is stuffing, her pussy is vacant but there's something covering it that has a few wires running up her back leading to a purple remote.

My adrenaline skyrockets as the man starts looking around for observers but luckily looked away first so i leaned back around the tree and was not gone as far as they knew, my own cheeks red now after watching what's going on, my own pussy pulsing as arousal sets in, i slowly look around the tree and the man is gone, the redhead is still there, on all 4s and shaking in a euphoric bliss.

A hand, grasping my shoulder and neck, squeezing tight my surprise wasted on a sharp inhale rather than a scream for help, im spun around and his eyes are staring daggers into mine, normally i would be thrashing by now but the sheer surprise, this man who was just fucking the other girl places a wet hand over my mouth. fear over the cause for the wetness keeps my lips sealed as my eyes lock to his own. The remaining hand which had spun me around was already working on my pants, pushing under and into my long since wet panties, his large fingers pushing in without a moments hesitation as his knuckle grinds into my clit.

I orgasm, faster than iv ever cum before, what takes minutes for me with my vibrator took this man seconds with 2 large fingers, 2 large fingers which are now moving like pistons as im spun around yet again, my back to him as his hand that was over my mouth leaves his mark on my lips as my neck is grasped. led from behind to the other girl who is now sitting up, blindfold off and eyes gazing at me, my body under the command of another's forceful insistence.

The hand that had been massaging me close to another orgasm withdraws as he trails my own juices up under my shirt and pinches my nipple through my bra. The man commands and the girl responds by crawling up and begins to pull my pants down, white panties soaked and stuck to my pussy in full view to this woman as my pants are pulled down to my knees. A little giggle from the woman reveals shes removed her gag, handing it to the man who then lowers to the ground, my body falling after him, the woman crawling under my pants and looks up, face now between my legs as my panties are dragged aside by her thin fingers.

As i open my mouth to beg her not to continue i see a flash of red and my mouth widens in surprise, the gag the redhead was wearing, biting and drooling on was now buckled into my own mouth, biting instinctively against the situation the man begins pulling my shirt and bra up over my head. Im helpless and exposed, 1 arm from this man is holding both of mine behind my back and i cant beat his strength. His remaining hand cupping my breasts 1 at a time as his friend peals my panties off my pussy.

“She looks so tasty! how much can i have?” the redhead gleefully says like a child talking about chocolate.

“Till i say so” the man responds in a deep throaty voice.

Its all she needed to hear as her face sinks into my sex, her lips locking with my won and her nose presses against my clit, her tongue working my walls over and then sinking in for a better taste.

To say im the loudest moaner would be natural, of course iv never been gagged and eaten out by another woman before, her nose running back and forth as i cum right on her tongue which she slurped up with a desperation iv never seen on anyone before. the sounds of her moaning into my pussy sending shivers up my spine, why couldn't i just ignore the sounds?

Eyes shooting open at the thought, what if someone else is now watching me cum at the tongue of this woman with a gag in my mouth? ill be seen as the pervert here more than these 2! The hand that had been working my breasts moves again, this time to my gagged mouth, covering it easily he pinches my nose as well, i cant breathe! and this woman has doubled her effort, at this rate ill cum for a 3rd time in as many minutes!

Mind begging for air, brain screaming for it as my eyes fall on the mans face, his cold expression telling me that it wont end soon, muscles tensing as my pussy shakes with a tongue and fingers working hard, another orgasm slurped up by the hungry redhead and still the man holds tight, the woman now focussing on my throbbing clit which, till now has only been rubbed by her nose on occasion, hot lips tight at the base as her tongue caresses as she sucks hard.

a 4th orgasm tears through my body, iv never had 4 in a row, most iv had till now was 2 in a row. These 2 are pushing me and they don't care if i break! Air rushes in as the man releases my nose, waiting for the exhale he pinches again, the woman pressing fingers deep inside, my G-spot being massaged as my clit is sucked.

“Enough Cunt” the man says, loud enough to be heard by just us as the woman breaks away from my throbbing pussy, her handiwork was leading me to a 5th, release the man has taken away as the source of pleasure slides out from between my legs with her face glistening in my pleasure, a smile on her face and eyes on mine. the lights dim as im forced to pass out.. not here, with them.

“nooo..” i weakly say into the gag.

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Cold, wet, exhausted.. My eyes open and im alone, in a small, secluded alcove of bushes, no one would find her here but why am i here? im in another part of the park entirely! did they really move me while i was unconscious? at least my clothes are all back on, a bit forced, but with a noticeable difference.. my panties are gone, bra too.. my soaked pussy in my pants and rigid nipples rubbing against my shirt, its already chafing and i have barely moved!

“Home is.. that way” i think to myself as i shamble out of the bushes, my pants occasionally making contact with my hypersensitive pussy, my muscles jerk or twitch in response as it takes me 15 minutes to walk 3 minutes with me constantly looking over my shoulders, occasionally looking at others and becoming very aware of my nipples making their presence known to any who would look my way.

Safe, i think. Doors locked as i check the clock on the wall, iv been gone all day! how long was i out? did they do anything to me while i was unconscious? ill have to give my body a look in my room, walking up my stairs i look completely different compared to this morning, my neat hair in a ponytail? now a utter mess, my white shirt not missing a button and my nipples pressing through the thin fabric, my black pants now dirty and panties missing with a soaked pussy just underneath.

Stripping in my room i turn to my mirror, my breasts have bruises, my pussy burning red, clit still throbbing. looking at my soaked pussy my mind drifts back, i could have ran! i could have screamed! but i just watched and wanted and then joined them. was i really that needy? that pent up?

My hand already beating my mind to the punch as my fingers circle my clit, sitting on my bed i fall back as i work hard, my need burning again, harder than usual. My fingers clearly not up to the task i roll over to my bedside table, my toys will scratch this itch as usual, at least to release.

Why? WHY?! why did i enjoy what they did?! the man pinning me with 1 arm and the woman, that redhead, her mouth.. her lips, the skill and determination.. why did i love every second of her attention, rolling over, closing my legs, locking my vibrator against my clit it isnt enough! its always worked before,

“my favourite position and toy have never failed me before” i plead in my head as i curl into a ball as the vibrations stir me into a frenzy, memories of what happened still fresh in my mind, nipples pinched, clit sucked, pussy devoured.

“nnnngh! Cmmmm NNNNNNN” i grunt into my pillow!

why wont it work! i need to, i want to cum! why why whyyy! my mind racing with desire when a thought rose up. Moving my arms behind my back i grab my elbows with my hands and squeeze hard, i bite my pillow and moan as a colossal orgasm tears my pussy to pieces on its way out! the single largest orgasm iv ever had and my arms race to the vibrator and turn it off with tears in my eyes, i know what they did to me.. but what did they do to me?

here are some fic recs!! including sakuatsu, bokuaka, kuroken and matsuhana bc i couldnt help myself

if you want, ask me about a certain ship and ill give you some recs!

-sakuatsu-

Marble and Sandstone by red_camellia

rating: G words: 12,937 chapters: 2/2 

author summary: Miya Atsumu only cares about volleyball and nothing else. That is, until he develops a strange obsession with the marble statue of a young man that seems vaguely familiar in his university's arts department. One day that statue comes alive as the very real Sakusa Kiyoomi, and they are left with the mystery of why Sakusa Kiyoomi was turned into a statue and only came back to life when Atsumu touched him. Their new-found connection and the strange mystery turns Atsumu's life upside down, not least because of his growing feelings for Sakusa.

my notes: this was a rlly cute fic!!! 11/10 would read again!!

let it go (paint my body gold) by lunarism

rating: T words: 3,272 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It becomes a routine for them. Sometimes they go grocery shopping and make dinner together, other times they end up talking until Sakusa feels like his own shower and bed is calling him. Every single time Sakusa gets home, shrugs his coat off, balls it up, and proceeds to scream profusely into the fabric for a few minutes.

my notes: pining!!! sakusa!!! also casual painter!atsumu!!! and they paint together!!!

craft a miracle with these hands, lips, (silence) by chrysanthe (sonderesque)

rating: T words: 4,252 chapters: 1/1

author summary: ‘Someone is here to ruin your night,’ his door tells him. ‘You should let them in.’ “I’M HOMELESS OMI-OMI. HOMELESS,” yells the one here to ruin his night. “LET ME IN.”

(What does Kiyoomi sell his sanctuary for?)

my notes: hnnn rlly fuckin cute,, and domestic,,,,

Clipped To You by littleboat

rating: T words: 8,174 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It starts with Hinata Natsu, of all people.

Well, if Atsumu’s being honest with himself, it started way before that, but he’s not, so that’s besides the point. And thankfully, he’s just petty enough to blame all of his problems on a thirteen year old girl.

or Sakusa starts wearing hair clips and Atsumu is more than a little obsessed

my notes: minor kagehina, bokuaka // god these fics rlly make me simp for fictional characters even more than i should. but!! sakusa!!! in hairclips!!! and a pining atsumu!!!

learn how to lay me down in something other than danger, other than fury by rosevtea 

words: 34,211 chapters: 1/1

author summary: All of the ways fellow college TA Miya Atsumu reinvents Kiyoomi's definition of normal.

my notes: god i loved this. it’s a fake dating au and like,, even though they’re “dating” sakusa keeps letting his guard down little by little around atsumu and it surprises everyone. komori and akaashi just know  that they’re were genuinely pining for eachother

among probabilities and a thousand fates by aalphard

rating: T words: 15,675 chapters: 1/1

author summary: prompt fill for “in a world where the red string of fate exists, person a’s finger always twitches when person b, who can see the string, tugs on their string” | or sakusa thought he had a tic and atsumu liked to see his confused expression when it started to happen exclusively when he was around.

my notes: i! loved! it!! so basically atsumu and osamu have the rare gift of seeing the red string of fate, so they know its real but sakusa, like most other people dont believe it exists. so atsumu gives sakusa a (kinda) hard time. rlly cute!! i love soulmate aus!

-bokuaka- 

love in the time of wifi by dalyeau

rating: G words: 4,177 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Akaashi is coming to terms with the fact that he might be romantically interested in his volleyball captain. Hence, doing what any sixteen year old with a problem should do. He asks about it online.

my notes: really cute fic about akaashi asking what he should do about his crush on a site similar to reddit. its kinda a “i didnt know it was you” kind of fic and it made me happy

steam by orphan_account

rating: E words: 8,474 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

 bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

The coach blew the whistle for practice to begin, and Bokuto drummed his fingers against the bleachers, awaiting Kuroo’s reply. He was about to walk away, when his phone buzzed in his hand.kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

my notes: explicit!!! but really wholesome. kuroo is honestly the best wingman. i also think this is my favourite bokuaka smutfic?? 

just to miss the sun by rosevtea

rating: T words: 15,126 chapters:1/1

author summary: Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

my notes: akaashi is a booktuber and bokuto crashes one of his streams. fans begin to speculate. rlly fluffy and can u tell i like bokuaka

brain fish by iceblinks

rating: T words: 12,026 chapters: 6/6

author summary: Akaashi wakes up to a string of texts from an unknown number. 

my notes: i love text fics and i love wrong number aus so u can tell how much i loved this. really fluffy and i come back to it time to time

-kuroken-

us three by honey_s

rating: T words: 5,137 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo’s gaze flits over to the utensil. His eyes bulge out of his skull. “Wh—is that a meat hammer? Put it back!” Akaashi’s head recoils back in confusion. “I don’t understand the problem here.” “Why on Earth have you got a fucking meat hammer? We aren’t going to kill somebody!” “Well,” Akaashi begins, clearly taken aback, “I apologise for assuming. I had heard Kenma-san had been hurt in school and after getting a message from both of you to meet late at night, I merely filled in the blanks and assumed we were going to beat someone up, for lack of a better term.” “Not literally! I meant metaphorically, or figuratively, or something!” “Idiomically?” “That isn’t a word, Bokuto-san.” “Jesus Christ,” Kuroo groans, dropping his head into his hands. “We're going to jail."

my notes: bokuaka and kuroo are ready to beat someone up for kenma!! and we stan!! 

Cherry Pits and Cat Tattoos by strawberryriver

rating: G words: 6,141 chapters: 1/1

author summary: 

Kuroo has been in communication with his soulmate ever since they were kids. They've known each other for so long that he never really worried about when or how he would meet them. At least, not until he meets the roommate of Bokuto's soulmate.Soulmate AU in which things written on your skin show up on your soulmate. Companion piece/same AU as Serendipty

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Kuroo Tetsurou liked to write on his arms. Despite his mother's half-serious warnings about “ink poisoning” or staining his skin, he insisted on marking his arms and legs wherever he could. Not like his best-friend-since-always Bokuto Koutaro, who had to write on his arms or he’d forget to breathe, but artfully. He’d draw designs, animals, the occasional chemical compound. The whole idea behind soulmates fascinated him: how one person could mark their arm and someone potentially thousands of miles away, would have that same mark appear. The amount of articles, studies, and books he’d read about the topic, even at a young age, could put an undergrad researcher to shame.

my notes: again with the soulmate au bc i cannot help myself. but really cute!!! probably gonna read this again later!

Boom, Toasted by protostar (hearthope)

rated: T words: 6,782 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

 FROM: yuuji any bets on who hes texting??

FROM: eita He's smiling at his phone. Kuroo, probably

FROM: kentarou Kuroo

TO: fake family Have any of you ever once considered not prying

FROM: eita You deserve it

FROM: yuuji how can we not when ur in love!!

Kenma gets a text from an unknown number. He'd be lying if he said the guy behind it wasn't kind of endearing.

my notes: again, i love wrong number texts. it focuses more on kenma’s friendship, but kenma’s pov with texting kuroo is more than him realizing feelings and stuff. really cute, ive read it multiple times. 

Japan's most subscribed by NeverNothing

rating: T words: 3,631 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo Tetsurou @blacktetsurou changed his bio : volleyball player, co-owner of Bouncing Ball Corp. and so much more ;)

my notes: i! love! social media! fics!!! really cute and basically people wondering who the mysterious kuroo is to applepi. 

MATSUHANA!!! the underrated gem

texting (with a capital S) by parenthetic

rating: M words: 2,119 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Hanamaki breaks his No Texting In Class rule, and it's all downhill from there.

my notes: honestly more funny than it suggests, but its matsuhana, they’re meme lords.

rated m for by orphan_account

rated: T words: 10,692 chapters: 1/1

author summary: He should have known that there was a Specific Reason™ why it was so absolutely vital that he and Matsukawa specifically meet for a reading of the script. He should have known that there had to be some evil catch beyond sitting in a tiny, cramped studio with his newly sworn enemy.

Hanamaki stares at the title of the script he’d so gracefully neglected the night before.

FORBIDDEN PARADISE

“Excuse me,” Hanamaki starts, raising a pen in the air while staring blankly at the packet in his free hand. “Just to clarify, you want me to record a boy's love CD with Matsukawa?”

my notes: a very good voice actor au. there is some misunderstanding on hanamaki’s part bc he didnt finish listening to matsukawa, and this is really cute and i love matsuhana. 

In A Quiet Night, All Sounds Carry by levyovochka

rating: E words: 4,794 chapters: 1/1

authors summary: “Ah, ah, Too—!”

Hanamaki hates his university dorm.

“—ru, let me cum, please!”

Hold up. That’s a fucking understatement. Let him rephrase it: Hanamaki loathes his university dorm with passion. Detest the damned abomination, abhors it—

“—ru! Coming, coming—”

It has only been a month and Hanamaki already wants to die.

my notes: as u can guess minor iwaoi // rlly well written and bottom hanamaki rights and maybe my favourite matsuhana smutfic??? and hooh boy i simp for matsukawa

call me maybe by totooru

rating: T words: 33,689 chapters: 14/14

author summary: Hanamaki texts the wrong number when trying to extort tips out of Oikawa in order to defeat Iwaizumi in arm wrestling, and then continues to text the witty stranger who had answered.

my notes: minor iwaoi, daisuga, bokuaka // god i think this is my favourite matsuhana fic overall, maybe in general, but my god is it great. this is probably a common rec, but its understandable as to why it is. basically au where makki texts matsun (who goes to karasuno) instead of oikawa for tips to beat iwaizumi at an arm wrestling match. but they keep messaging. and holy shit i love their conversations. please read this, it is 256/10

there we go!! i might go a part two with more ships (kagehina, tsukkiyama and iwaoi) but this took up way to much time lol. i have an essay due in a couple hours. but hope u like these fics as much as i do!!

I have a question for the lawyer AU, if that's okay? For each of the defense attorneys and prosecutors, do they have an MO when they're in court? And/or, do any of them get really nervous before cases/in the courtroom and have ways to calm themselves down?

AYYYYY A LAWYER AU ASK!!!! ITS BEEN 84 YEARS!!!! SINCE IVE GOTTEN TO TALK ABOUT THIS AU LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Defense attorney Kirkland: Arthur is always a wreck before trials. He’s jittery and nervous, he rarely gets any sleep before trials so he’s up around 3am, pacing around his apartment and rereading every paper he can get his hands on. He practices talking in the mirror and washes his face multiple times to keep himself wide awake. Copious amounts of tea are consumed as well as an everything bagel....mmm...yum. He’s at the courthouse hours beforehand, sitting in his car reviewing paperwork. Again. In the courtroom, Arthur is very persistent. He’s always pressing for more information and wording things juuuuuust right in order to get the answers he needs from the witnesses. He often refers back to paperwork since that stuff is written out and is just...easy to go back to. He also just asks a lot of questions in general and once he gets answers, he’s ready to talk. This guy can talk for hours and hours, he’s great at it. He scores extra points with the jury just because he’s easy to listen to and trustworthy

Defense attorney Jones: Alfred isn’t a full fledged attorney yet, he’s shadowing Arthur so whatever Art does, he has to do. He has to get up at the butt crack of dawn to meet Art in the courthouse parking lot. Al gets himself a muffin and a Pink Drink and he’s ready to do. He’ll sit on the hood of Art’s car and just listen to him ramble lmao. Alfred is a very friendly guy, he’s open and looks trustworthy. He makes an effort to never look angry in court! He thinks getting upset or angry looks bad for the defense and he isn’t entirely wrong. He’s nice while asking questions, he asks things that are worded in a certain way so he’ll get an answer he’s looking for! He doesn’t get to talk too much since again, he’s still shadowing Art, but when he does everything is calculated. Cause Al is young....but...smart :)

Defense attorney Herdarvey: I did not spell her name right but anyway, Eliza is a feminist icon in her workspace. She is super organized and has very case she’s ever worked with/on in color coded binders. She is super intelligent and hard working!! In court, you’ll see her taking notes or flipping through her binder or twirling her pen between her fingers while she listens to the prosecution or the witness testimonies. She isn’t harsh while conducting cross examinations but she is very cunning when she wants to be. She’ll ask questions to purposely make the witness admit the truth which is very impressive, especially if the Braginskys are the prosecutors cause they...uh...’coach’ witnesses on what to say sometimes. Before going to court she drinks tea in her car by herself while listening to Led Zepplin to get fuckin HYPED UP!!! Then she’ll meet with her client again to hype them up ‘it’ll be okay! We’re gonna win this one, we have it in the bag no worries’. Then she cracks her neck, knuckles and knees. Now she’s ready to go.

Prosecutor Edelstein: Roderich has a SET routine for court days and he will get very cranky if he cannot fufil his routine. He goes to bed at 10pm and wakes up at 4am. He eats a croissant with some tea and then goes over the case file, autopsy report, evidence, anything he can. At 6, he gets ready for the day. At 6:45, he’s in the car debating with himself throughout the entire drive to the courthouse. He meets with his team and witnesses, who he makes get there early too, to talk and reassure. He’ll pace around the parking lot, or inside if it’s too hot, until his knees hurt lmao. He always takes three ibuprofen before any trial because he anticipates getting a headache. Now its showtime. Roderich is a man of mystery, he always has a trick up his sleeve. Vaugely worded questions to trip up the defense, additional evidence to present, hes done it all. He’s is a very fantastic talker, he can talk for hours and hours and to be honest??? He always sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. The jury loves that, especially if he’s going up against Kirkland or Jones, the jury usually ends up favoring Rod solely because he explains his points better or something like that.

Prosecutor Braginskya: Nat is a very strict lady, she has a VERY specific way of doing things. Like Roderich, she’s high strung and bossy. She sends emails out first thing in the morning to make sure that her team is ready to go. Usually they’re not at 5am. Cue instant frustration. She gives herself a temple massage and has an eclair before heading in. Early of course. She walks slow laps around the court building, muttering to herself, she’s walking in tennis shoes and switches back to heels once she goes inside. She doesn’t get nervous really but she feels a lot of pressure before a trial. She is very persistent when working against the defense, she always hurries to aid the witnesses so they don’t slip up and she often accuses the defense of badgering her witnesses. She is a very smart woman but she isn’t the most fantastic talker in the world. Lawyers talk for a living and Nat is just fine at it! She isn’t the best but she makes up for it with her professional, serious aura

Prosecutor Braginsky: Ivan...oh Ivan. Ivan wakes up at 6:30 on the dot, irons his suit and styled his hair. He doesn’t eat before trials because his stomach hurts when he’s nervous and that wouldn’t help him very much. He does drink a lot of water though! And crunches the ice. He’s at the courthouse 30 minutes before the trial, which is later than any other prosecutor, but he’s still early enough to consult his team! He talks to the witnesses again and reminds them not to talk TOO much or give TOO much information because ‘the defense will start to get to them’. In the courtroom, Ivan is always happy to listen to the defense. He always lets them talk and talk because when they do that, they sometimes talk themselves into a corner. Now thats when he strikes “oh? You’re sure it happened that way? Well I was under the impression....” he rarely objects or yells but he is intimidating without having to be loud. He smiles through most trials, not a super wide one but a soft, confident smile.

Prosecutor Bonnefoy: Francis is not very organized at all but he makes it work. He has his briefcase full of papers...and they’re out of order. Before every court day he gets up super early to pace around his apartment while yelling about why he thinks this person he’s prosecuting is guilty. An advantage he has is that he memorizes things very quick so even though he most likley lost his copy of the accident report, he remembers the whole thing. After pacing around for an hour he’ll leave, taking the freeway into work. He sings along with an opera CD in his fancy sports car while going fuckin 95mph. By the time he gets to the courtroom he’s no longer nervous. He consults his team, goes over the papers he can find, makes fun of the defense and then it’s time to fuckin go. He does a lot of talking which usually makes the defense nervous. He’s confident in everything he says and everything his witnesses say. He doesn’t coach them the Braginsky way but he does assure them ‘you don’t tell them anything they don’t need to know cher, really. If you give too many details they’ll rip you apart! That’s the way the defense works. So be vague when you can but not too vague. Got it?’. He makes a show of his prosecution really but it’s a strategy that works. He’s won a lot of cases that way

Judge Beilschmidt: I’m including Lud cause I didn’t want him to feel left out :) Before every case he hears, he always likes to sit in silence for a few minutes to clear his mind. He has deep breathing exercises on his phone so he’ll just listen for about 10 minutes, giving himself time to relax before the chaos begins. He then collects his papers, straightens them out and lint rolls his judge robes. Then he’s all ready to go. When in court, he is totally unbiased. He was trained to be unbiased and he is always willing to hear both sides so he tries to be quiet while others talk but if things get too rowdy he doesn’t hesitate to slam that gavel down “NO YELLING IN MY COURTROOM!!!!” Oop- so much for quiet. After hearing a case and the guilty or not guilty verdict is delivered, he almost always feels his stomach drop all funny cause he always worries if he did the right thing. His brain says yes, that was the right call. But deep down he’s always afraid that he’s a bad judge. When he goes home he lets his dogs and after a tough case, he makes himself a bowl of chocolate ice cream with whipped cream on top.

A Walk in the Park

Morning, another dreary day ahead, usual routine, put my robe on, brush hair and put in ponytail, bit of makeup. Downstairs for something to eat and some coffee when i see it by the front door, a letter. Bit strange, i don't usually get letters but its addressed to me so why not check it out?

“Dear Emma, Our scouts saw you a few weeks ago and we believe you would be a perfect fit for our next event, you'll receive fair compensation for your time and equipment will be provided on arrival. we hope you accept.”

Looking over the letter again its as simple as its written, it even has a address, time and date, 5pm this Friday? well its not like im busy or anything, i was going to go to the movies with some friends but they bailed on me, and my account is getting rather empty.. sounds interesting.

“At least i now have something to DO in 3 days!” i chuckle to myself.

Sitting around the house with nothing to do, i think ill check out this address today while its broad daylight, its on the other side of town so i can walk through the park on the way and have some fresh air.

Sliding out of my robe i opt for a white shirt with black pants, always a good combo and some typical shoes for the park and walk. Busy today as usual as people rush in every direction on their way to wherever they are going, after a few brushes with clearly eager hands with 1 cupping my ass i manage to get to the park and take a breath, “pretty handsy today” i think to myself as i run my hand over my freshly groped ass. Another breath in and i continue away from the hands on crowd and move on.

Its quite impressive, iv walked past this building a few times before but this will be the first time i actually see the inside, its usually for high end events the kind of which id never enjoy, the high arches over the front door, the marble columns and statues lining the outside. what kind of job will it be anyway? im not good with food.

i shrug as i walk back through the park, longer route than i need but its a nice day to wander.

As i sit on a bench i can hear something i dont think iv ever expected to hear in a park, someone is moaning, quiet enough to not draw much attention but loud enough to hear if you get too close.. like me. Curiosity has me by the tits now as i turn to the bushes behind my chair and look around a large tree. Red hair swaying back and forth as right on the other side of the tree some girl is getting fucked, hard by her restricted moans, a red ballgag wedged tight in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the man wont see me if i stay behind the tree but with his eyes closed he couldn't see the girl his cock is ramming.

The girl has some small clamps on her nipples with her blue minidress pulled down under her breasts and pulled up over her hips, its nothing more than a loose corset right now, 6 inch heels padlocked to her feet and a collar locked around her neck. Rose red cheeks almost glowing with heat as her moans escape the gag, on closer look the man has his cock buried not in her pussy, its her ass he is stuffing, her pussy is vacant but there's something covering it that has a few wires running up her back leading to a purple remote.

My adrenaline skyrockets as the man starts looking around for observers but luckily looked away first so i leaned back around the tree and was not gone as far as they knew, my own cheeks red now after watching what's going on, my own pussy pulsing as arousal sets in, i slowly look around the tree and the man is gone, the redhead is still there, on all 4s and shaking in a euphoric bliss.

A hand, grasping my shoulder and neck, squeezing tight my surprise wasted on a sharp inhale rather than a scream for help, im spun around and his eyes are staring daggers into mine, normally i would be thrashing by now but the sheer surprise, this man who was just fucking the other girl places a wet hand over my mouth. fear over the cause for the wetness keeps my lips sealed as my eyes lock to his own. The remaining hand which had spun me around was already working on my pants, pushing under and into my long since wet panties, his large fingers pushing in without a moments hesitation as his knuckle grinds into my clit.

I orgasm, faster than iv ever cum before, what takes minutes for me with my vibrator took this man seconds with 2 large fingers, 2 large fingers which are now moving like pistons as im spun around yet again, my back to him as his hand that was over my mouth leaves his mark on my lips as my neck is grasped. led from behind to the other girl who is now sitting up, blindfold off and eyes gazing at me, my body under the command of another's forceful insistence.

The hand that had been massaging me close to another orgasm withdraws as he trails my own juices up under my shirt and pinches my nipple through my bra. The man commands and the girl responds by crawling up and begins to pull my pants down, white panties soaked and stuck to my pussy in full view to this woman as my pants are pulled down to my knees. A little giggle from the woman reveals shes removed her gag, handing it to the man who then lowers to the ground, my body falling after him, the woman crawling under my pants and looks up, face now between my legs as my panties are dragged aside by her thin fingers.

As i open my mouth to beg her not to continue i see a flash of red and my mouth widens in surprise, the gag the redhead was wearing, biting and drooling on was now buckled into my own mouth, biting instinctively against the situation the man begins pulling my shirt and bra up over my head. Im helpless and exposed, 1 arm from this man is holding both of mine behind my back and i cant beat his strength. His remaining hand cupping my breasts 1 at a time as his friend peals my panties off my pussy.

“She looks so tasty! how much can i have?” the redhead gleefully says like a child talking about chocolate.

“Till i say so” the man responds in a deep throaty voice.

Its all she needed to hear as her face sinks into my sex, her lips locking with my won and her nose presses against my clit, her tongue working my walls over and then sinking in for a better taste.

To say im the loudest moaner would be natural, of course iv never been gagged and eaten out by another woman before, her nose running back and forth as i cum right on her tongue which she slurped up with a desperation iv never seen on anyone before. the sounds of her moaning into my pussy sending shivers up my spine, why couldn't i just ignore the sounds?

Eyes shooting open at the thought, what if someone else is now watching me cum at the tongue of this woman with a gag in my mouth? ill be seen as the pervert here more than these 2! The hand that had been working my breasts moves again, this time to my gagged mouth, covering it easily he pinches my nose as well, i cant breathe! and this woman has doubled her effort, at this rate ill cum for a 3rd time in as many minutes!

Mind begging for air, brain screaming for it as my eyes fall on the mans face, his cold expression telling me that it wont end soon, muscles tensing as my pussy shakes with a tongue and fingers working hard, another orgasm slurped up by the hungry redhead and still the man holds tight, the woman now focussing on my throbbing clit which, till now has only been rubbed by her nose on occasion, hot lips tight at the base as her tongue caresses as she sucks hard.

a 4th orgasm tears through my body, iv never had 4 in a row, most iv had till now was 2 in a row. These 2 are pushing me and they don't care if i break! Air rushes in as the man releases my nose, waiting for the exhale he pinches again, the woman pressing fingers deep inside, my G-spot being massaged as my clit is sucked.

“Enough Cunt” the man says, loud enough to be heard by just us as the woman breaks away from my throbbing pussy, her handiwork was leading me to a 5th, release the man has taken away as the source of pleasure slides out from between my legs with her face glistening in my pleasure, a smile on her face and eyes on mine. the lights dim as im forced to pass out.. not here, with them.

“nooo..” i weakly say into the gag.

____

Cold, wet, exhausted.. My eyes open and im alone, in a small, secluded alcove of bushes, no one would find her here but why am i here? im in another part of the park entirely! did they really move me while i was unconscious? at least my clothes are all back on, a bit forced, but with a noticeable difference.. my panties are gone, bra too.. my soaked pussy in my pants and rigid nipples rubbing against my shirt, its already chafing and i have barely moved!

“Home is.. that way” i think to myself as i shamble out of the bushes, my pants occasionally making contact with my hypersensitive pussy, my muscles jerk or twitch in response as it takes me 15 minutes to walk 3 minutes with me constantly looking over my shoulders, occasionally looking at others and becoming very aware of my nipples making their presence known to any who would look my way.

Safe, i think. Doors locked as i check the clock on the wall, iv been gone all day! how long was i out? did they do anything to me while i was unconscious? ill have to give my body a look in my room, walking up my stairs i look completely different compared to this morning, my neat hair in a ponytail? now a utter mess, my white shirt not missing a button and my nipples pressing through the thin fabric, my black pants now dirty and panties missing with a soaked pussy just underneath.

Stripping in my room i turn to my mirror, my breasts have bruises, my pussy burning red, clit still throbbing. looking at my soaked pussy my mind drifts back, i could have ran! i could have screamed! but i just watched and wanted and then joined them. was i really that needy? that pent up?

My hand already beating my mind to the punch as my fingers circle my clit, sitting on my bed i fall back as i work hard, my need burning again, harder than usual. My fingers clearly not up to the task i roll over to my bedside table, my toys will scratch this itch as usual, at least to release.

Why? WHY?! why did i enjoy what they did?! the man pinning me with 1 arm and the woman, that redhead, her mouth.. her lips, the skill and determination.. why did i love every second of her attention, rolling over, closing my legs, locking my vibrator against my clit it isnt enough! its always worked before,

“my favourite position and toy have never failed me before” i plead in my head as i curl into a ball as the vibrations stir me into a frenzy, memories of what happened still fresh in my mind, nipples pinched, clit sucked, pussy devoured.

“nnnngh! Cmmmm NNNNNNN” i grunt into my pillow!

why wont it work! i need to, i want to cum! why why whyyy! my mind racing with desire when a thought rose up. Moving my arms behind my back i grab my elbows with my hands and squeeze hard, i bite my pillow and moan as a colossal orgasm tears my pussy to pieces on its way out! the single largest orgasm iv ever had and my arms race to the vibrator and turn it off with tears in my eyes, i know what they did to me.. but what did they do to me?

When did you last hang out with your 22nd phone contact?

late sunday night March 7, 2021 @10:53pm

How many people do you know with the same first name as you? one other person, but i dont really know that person

What in your opinion is the best love song ever written? theres actually quite a lot of good songs out there. i couldn’t choose

What were you doing at this time yesterday? sleeping. haha

Have you done anything drastic to alter your physical appearance recently? not really

Is there anything bothering you right now? not really. maybe covid. haha

Are you wearing shoes right now? nope

How old were you in 2005? like 10?

Are you wearing anything purple? there’s purple on my tye-dye shirt

Have you ever been to Chicago? yes

Do you drive a stick-shift? nope.

Have you kissed anyone who’s name started with A, K, M, or T? no

Where are you right now? in my living room

Do you straighten your hair? my hair is naturally straight so it’s not part of my daily routine, but sometimes if i wake up with crazy hair, then sometimes i’ll straight my hair

Do you have a gym membership? i do not

Can you count to 10 in another language? yes. in three actually

Is there a calendar in the room you are in? one desk calendar, one on my phone, and one on my laptop

Is it possible you could be pregnant? nada

How long is it until your birthday? about nine and a half more months

Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? yeah, celebrity wise, but no one i know personally

Was your mother married when she had you? yes, she was

**LASTS** What was the last thing you drank?Last thing you ate? last thing i drank was water and the last thing i ate was pancakes. haha

What was the last movie you watched in theaters? geez, its been a while since ive been to the theaters. i dont remember.

Who was the last person to text you? my brother

Who was the last person to call you? my mom

Where was the last place you went? target to pick up nutella, strawberries, and whipped cream for pancakes

When did you last hang out with your 22nd phone contact? lol. i’m gonna check. hold up. my cousin Ashley. hahaha. due to covid, the last time i hung out with her was probably for my 25th birthday last year.

Who was the last person to comment you? my boyfriend. he tagged me in a wandavision photo on FB

When was the last time you kissed someone? last september

When was the last time you stayed out all night? hahahaha, probably for my 25th with my cousins and sister

When was the last time you went to Walmart? this afternoon

When was the last time you were in the car for more than an hour? on friday. we drove to the town over to grab some chick-fil-a

Where was your last vacation to? florida

Who was the last person you rode in a car with? my brother

When was the last time you had to be up before 7 AM? last friday for work

Who was the last person(s) you took a photo with? the kiddos i was babysitting yesterday

When was the last time you saw your dad? like 30 minutes ago

Why did you cry the last time you did? thinking about my grandma

When was the last time someone gave you a compliment? I don’t remember.

When was the last time you locked your keys in the car/locked yourself out? hahahaha. during my college years. i dont remember when exactly

What was the last thing you spent money on? groceries

**FINISH THE SENTENCE** I should probably: go to bed!!!

When I can’t sleep: listen to asmr

I need more: money

Right now I would love: end covid

My last kiss was: last septemeber

If I could, I would: be a wedding planner

When I’m pissed: i cry out of anger

I am listening to: to my boyfriend talk about a movie

I never leave the house without: my phone

I believe in: God

I am wearing: shorts and a tshirt

My grandma is: no longer here.

After this I am going to: go to bed!

Alchemy. It was the only thing that was uniting the princes of Arendelle. While a door had separated the two brothers for the past five years, Hugo found a way to still stay connected to his brother. It all started three years ago, when Hugo realized he was running out of things to do. Oh sure, there were plenty of things in the castle, but that number reduces *significantly* when you realize there’s no one to do these things with you. So, Hugo decided to take up alchemy again. (1/?)

Alright lemme try to see if the keep reading works:

He had stopped working with alchemy when Varian had disappeared behind that cursed door, since alchemy was just another painful reminder of the brother he felt he lost. It was one of the brothers' favorite things to do, along with… along with... well, Hugo couldn’t really remember. The more he tried thinking about things he did with his brother that wasn’t alchemy, he got nothing, just laughter and a small headache. But, the number of things to occupy his time were getting thin.

So, he decided to give alchemy a try. This turned out to be a great decision. Not only did it serve as a distraction, but it served as something to keep his mind going. This distraction worked well for a few weeks until he hit a roadblock. He was trying to perfect an alchemical ice bomb that he had started when he was younger, but could never finish. But nothing seemed to be working. After staring at his disaster of a note pile for the better part of an hour, a little voice in his head said,

“You could go to Varian for help”

“No,” he snapped back, “If Varian wanted to help me or be there for me, he would leave his room. Clearly he doesn’t want to talk to me, or anyone for that matter.” Hugo didn’t want to admit it, but he was starting to get a bit mad at Varian. They were the best of brothers for years, and then just one day, Varian just shuts himself in his room, without a single word as to why. He laid his head on his desk and sighed. “Ah, who am I kidding? I’m going crazy just sitting here, I need to talk to someone, even if its nothing more than alchemy notes.”He gets up, grabs his notes, and starts to make his way to a door he passed by and stared at a million times before. On the way though, his mind is going through a back and forth battle: He wont wanna talk to you! Yes, he does, we havent spoken in forever! I wonder why? Besides its just some alchemy help, I’m not asking anything too extreme! All he has to do is fix a couple equations! What if he tears it up and ignores it, just like he has you these past few years? After this comment, Hugo ended up backtracking back to his room. He’d go tomorrow. Right?

Wrong. It took him three weeks before he found himself staring at the door that plagued his existence for two years now. He raised his hand to knock, and before he could back out, knocked twice and slid the notes through the crack under the door. He started anxiously pacing, his mind going back to the constant battle in his mind that had been raging for the past 3 weeks. After a couple minutes of pacing, Hugo was just about to leave when he heard 2 knocks, and paper slide back under the crack. Instantly, the flurry of anxious thoughts started up again, worrying it would come back blank or with a note saying Varian wouldn't help him. His hands shook as he opened the notes to reveal.. the completed solution. He read the solution 2 3 4 times before a huge smile spread across his face and he laughed a huge genuine laugh he hadn’t used in two years. These notes meant 2 big things: One, he finally had a solution to an alchemy problem he’d had since he was nine. And two, the more important one in Hugo’s opinion, is that his brother doesn’t hate him. That scary thought had crossed his mind multiple times and he had always quickly shot it down, but there was always that one tiny voice who would always say, “But, does he though?” Now, that voice was as good as dead. Varian didn’t hate him. He wasn’t giving him the *total* silent treatment. Maybe he could work up from here, have conversations through the door, send notes, maybe even ask why he was doing any of this in the first place.Just as he’s about to leave for his lab to finish the ice bombs with the now completed formula, Hugo heard two knocks on the door and stopped. He wasn’t expecting anything else. He looked at the bottom of the door and saw a small stack of papers slide under and he picked them up. It was a stack of alchemy notes titled “Melting Bomb” The notes were full of blank spaces and question marks and there was a note attached that said:

Hugo-Please assist me in completing this formula for a melting alchemy bomb. I have been on and off of this project for the past few years, and some assistance would be much appreciated. Thank you.-Varian

As excited as Hugo was that his brother was reaching out to him, and actively looking for his help, he couldn’t help but feel a bit…disappointed at the formality of the note. As if Hugo were some stranger that Varian had just met and had to put up formalities and not his own brother. Nevertheless, he shouts a quick “Be right back!” and dashes off to his room to grab a quill and inkwell. While he runs, he reads over the notes and finds the answer fairly quickly. It wasn’t all that hard, it just was in desperate need of a fresh set of eyes. He scribbled down the answers as quick as possible, not wanting to keep Varian waiting. He runs back to Varians room, knocks 2 times and slips the notes under the door. After a couple of minutes, he hears a soft gasp, the quick scratching of a quill, and a new note being shoved under the door. Hugo picked up the note and stared at the messy handwriting and smiled. This was the big brother he remembered. Thanks for the help! Now go work on your project! This went on for the next few months with notes. Sometimes it wasn't just alchemy they talked about. It started simple, like “How’s your day going” and things like that.

Then it slowly evolved to things like “Get some rest Haristripe” and “You haven’t eaten yet today have you, Hugo?” (Both weren’t exactly the best at self care, especially when they were caught up in their work). The day Hugo finally heard Varian talk was one of the best days of his life. Obviously, he had heard his brother talk before, but it had been years since they had spoken, and as the time passed, Hugo’s memories of Varian’s voice faded. Plus, with the time passing, he knew his voice would have changed. So, when Varian finally said a soft “Thank you”, Hugo’s face lit up with a huge smile. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, Hugo treasured every word he said, committing them to memory. For a while, things were going great. Until one fateful day, when Hugo pushed his luck just a *bit* more than he probably should have. The day started out normal enough, Hugo worked on some experiments he didn’t finish last night, ate some lunch, and then after lunch he grabbed his notes that needed Varian’s help, and started making his way to his room. However, on the way, he realized that as happy as he was to be able to talk to Varian, it didn’t feel *right*. A relationship based solely on notes slipped under a door and minimal verbal talking felt like a false one. What Hugo wanted to know more than anything, was *why*. Why had Varian shut him and the rest of the world out? If it was so necessary, why hadn’t he at least attempted some form of contact? This one word question had plagued Hugo’s mind ever since the door had closed, and he had never really had the confidence to ask it: until now.

So, he went back to his room and wrote out a letter. It was simple, a little more formal than usual, but to the point. It read: Varian- We’ve been talking with each other for a while now, and I feel we are at a point where I can ask this question: Why? Why have you locked yourself in your room and away from the rest of the world? Was it something I did? You can answer as vaguely or specifically as you like, I just would really like some answers. Thanks, Hugo

His hands shook as he folded the letter and slid it under the door. He knew to give Varian a little extra time, this wasn’t just a simple math problem. So Hugo waited. And waited. And waited, until it was dinner time and his stomach forced him to get some food. The whole time, his mind was at war with itself once again: See? You just had to push your luck, didn’t you? He’s giving you the cold shoulder ‘cause you couldn’t leave well enough well enough. No! He’s not giving me the cold shoulder, he’s just taking his time to formulate a response. It’s probably a really long story. Keep telling yourself that. I will! ‘Cause it’s true! If the positive side of Hugo was right, Varian sure was taking his sweet old time, because it was 3 weeks before anything happened. Three weeks of absolute silence from the older prince. The only reason things changed was because Hugo took the brave first step of sliding alchemy notes through the door. Five minutes later, it came back with notes and edits. There were no additional quips, remarks, or any explanations like he had requested three weeks earlier, but this was better than silence. They soon fell back into the routine they had before: notes, minimal verbal communication, and various quips. It felt good to get back to that routine, but a small part of Hugo still ached for answers that he feared would never come. But he never acted on this, fearing that Varian would once again give him the cold shoulder, and this time would ignore him for good.(20/20)

((And there it is! The final part! I hope u enjoyed reading it, this is the first time ive really written something i didnt hate *and* am sharing this with someone. Thank you for taking the time to read this, this means more than u know. Thank you also for letting me take over ur inbox😅Next up im doing this story but w/ varians pov, which ive already started. Thx again! -💙

Ahhhhhh, first off, sorry for getting to this later than I usually do!! These past few weeks have been hectic and I’ve been needing to take a step back and focus more on school and classes and stuff, but I finally got to reading this and OMIGOSH I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

(Hope you don’t mind if I just added in some italics and kinda changed the formatting to make it easier to read - didn’t take anything off or anything, but the way tumblr formats asks is a bit weird lol, hope that doesn’t offend you! - also number 7 somehow went missing? 😅)

But OMIGOSH YO - just my heart akfjajdjaj 🥺 The two of them building their relationship slowly through passing letters underneath the door? Oh my heart, and the way you can just feel them getting closer and happier because of it?

But then Hugo asking Varian the why - why did he shut him out, why was he behind the door, why can’t they see each other - and then Varian just suddenly going back to that stiff and formal demeanor after that akfjakfjja I cry ahhhhhhh-

“But he never acted on this, fearing that Varian would once again give him the cold shoulder, and this time would ignore him for good.” - JUST RIP MY HEART OUT BLUE NONNIE AHDKGKAKJD

I absolutely loved seeing Hugo’s hesitance then excitement and eagerness to get closer to his brother whom he barely even knows besides a few memories (and ha, I see the headache there 👀) and only to see that he went too far and the fragile bond they’d forged again had melted and akfjakfjaj the FEELS-

Thank you for sharing and for letting me read your writing! I’m excited to see what you’ve got next for Varian’s POV!!! 😱

An Ephemeral Eternity in Seven Parts - Steve Rogers x Reader

MASTERLIST Warnings: Gifs aren’t mine. My English. Also, last sentence - well, maybe it’s the start of something new.  Word Count~ 7k.  Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI PART  VII

 The melancholic notes of the guitar accompanied her soft and broken voice in a song that reminded very much of a lamentation of her past, her present and her future.

 Everything she touched, begun to decay. Everyone she loved, had only ended up unloved, depressed, addicted or alone. It had made her wonder if she was the one; if she was the wolf dressed as the little red riding hood. What if everyone around her was simply a helpless sheep and to prowl for her next meal she clothed herself in love and kindness, only to poison those closest to her until they are damaged beyond repair. She could only ever ruin so many relationships before she understood that the devil lived inside of her making her a toxic landfill disguised in fake beautiful grass and flowers - she had never been afraid of the monster in her closet, she had always been terrified by the one she saw in the mirror.  She didn't remember which night it was - the one she left, like a thief, not making a sound, knowing that he heard her. It made her decision easier when he didn't even try to stop her. It was selfish - he had been badly broken too. She felt the failure calling out her name - she couldn't make it better for him because she was a mess. She had lost herself and she wasn't sure she wasn't sure she wanted to be found. And so she left. She took a few clothes with her and left.  She had no solid plan for her days ahead. She couldn't find a point to it. She had wandered aimlessly when she found herself in a small city that did not speak English. She had smiled painfully to herself. A stranger among strangers. 

Not long after her decision to stay there for a while, she had to find a way to earn some money in order to get by. The kind old lady, who had helped her with almost everything, seeing in her face the granddaughter she had lost just mere weeks before she turned up in her door - since she was one of the very few people who spoke English -  had offered her a job she thought it would suit her. There was a small place where those who stayed behind went to drink and listen to old and soft songs about loss, love and pain. They were missing a singer. She had thought why not.  Isabella had been nothing but kind and sweet, just like a real grandmother - not that she had met one.  "Grief is a deeply personal and solitary journey. No one can truly feel or understand your loss but you, even those who have experienced it themselves. But grief is also love, and for that reason it has a right to exist and be felt. It is the debt we owe our memories. It is the final way we love someone" she had soothed her after the first time she heard her sing. There was pain in her voice, even when she sung in Spanish. She had never believed it would cost her everything. Yet, it did. 

 Months flew by as she had fallen into a simple yet so human routine. Many handsome men had threw themselves to her but she had closed herself, letting no one in. She had lost people along the way. She had left others behind. She had cut them out of her life, sometimes uncertain if it was the right decision. Looking back, she had done things she might have regretted now. This quieter life she had now was closer to the one she had been dreaming the cold nights that she had been held by HYDRA or trained by Madam B. She couldn't sake the feeling that something was missing - she was different and she hadn't ever realized. The girl from her past wasn't the woman she had grown to be.  "Hay un hombre guapo buscándote, cariño" Isabella suddenly told her, making her slightly jump from the couch she had been seated for at least two hours, starring at the wall. Seeing her lost eyes, Isabella sat down next to her and took her hands in hers.  "Listen, cariño. Love transcends gender, age, political beliefs; it crosses borders. It’s literally the strongest motivator and force we have. It makes people do things they can’t explain. And it comes in all forms and it comes when you least expect it and it comes and it goes and it changes and people have spent years and wrote books and studied the stars trying to understand it. And sometimes it’s the boy you called over to get over,  the boy you were crying about and sometimes it’s the girl you grew up next door to your whole life and sometimes it’s a friend who saved your soul or a baby you didn’t expect. But it’s all around us in forms yet to be manifested- letters yet to be written, hands yet to be held. And all goodness stems from it and it literally changes the world. So even though it sometimes causes us pain and it drags us into situations we didn’t ask for, we can never close ourselves off to it or give up on it. We have to keep loving because it’s the closest thing we have to magic and without it we’re just a conscious pile of bones and life means nothing. Ve hacia el" and just like that, from the mouth of someone who used to be a stranger, the entire meaning of life and love and pain was summed up into a minute of hope. Isabella had lost her son and her granddaughter, everyone she ever loved and yet, there she was telling her to embrace life with its bad and its good. Tears she had no idea when they escaped, were running down her face. "Mi bella Isabella, gracias por tu sabiduría. Gracias por tu amor. But if I go to him, I'll leave you and I can't do that to you" she told her truthfully. Isabella just shook her head and smiled.  "I'll always be here. Go to him, cariño". She kissed her cheek and hugged her as tightly as she would love to be hugged. She had been everything she was missing.

 As the song went on, her eyes fell on him - he had just entered the place. And every memory she kept tacked away, came back rushing through her veins. In her head, she could hear Isabella's words but her heart just didn't want to get hurt again. She knew the moment he talked to her, she would succumb her entire being to his hands. 

War was the only dance he had ever known and she wished they could have had more time amid the chaos and fire and blood to show him that there could be another way. She fell in love with the way he saw the world, the way he saw her... She fell in the chasm of his soul and his light. She would gladly drown in the darker half of the sea to hold him in her arms for more than just that single night of peace. She had been aware that they had met and they had loved in a warzone and even though his kisses had melted away the gunfire, they still held echoes of the fire burning in him but she knew hers were the same. He had been worth the risk time and time again because with his hand burning into her skin, she had hope once more ... and the blood that had stained him couldn't take away his goodness and the stars that had betrayed him, didn't mean she forsaken her devotion. There had always been a rage built inside their souls, just like this love was worthy of burning empires down ... screams that follow them all the way home only to be quieted when she kissed the blood from his lips... and even when the universe will force them to part he will remain, echoing in her heart that only belonged to him. She knew that they were the ugly parts of the love story but she also knew they were the beautiful ones too. The song came to an end and she went to the table she held every night, the one far away from the lights and the people. Eyes never leaving his, she nodded for him to join her, as she poured herself a glass of red wine. He had never been so afraid of a moment and its impact. He had no idea what to say to her or how to be around her, when she poured and offered him another glass of wine.  "I didn't know you could sing" he told her before he hid his face in his hands, only to resurface as red as a tomato. She tried to swallow her laughter but failed.  "You're still not good with women, Steve" and just by saying his name, her heart places itself in his hands. He smiled brightly even though he had messed up his opening line, it had worked out. She was sipping her wine with a fondness he had never seen before. Maybe leaving was the best thing she had done - and he would be selfish to ask her back. Again. Not leaving her alone, to decide her own path. He needed her in a way he hadn't needed anyone since...  "I will come back Steve. But I need you to promise me that we will search and search over and over again for a way to undo this -and if we don't find one it will be because there isn't, not because we overlooked it" she told him boldly with her eyes a soft lilac color, as she looked over her shoulder, signaling to someone to approach them He was taken aback. He believed that she wouldn't even want to talk about what had happened. He had seen the way Bucky had looked at her before he... and he had already suspected his feelings towards her. Steve knew it had a great impact on her - not that it had been the only reason for her breakdown. After realizing her new powers she had refused to use them because they were the reason half of the planet was dead. He looked at her with a new found admiration - she was the bigger person.  "Of course. May I ask why?" he prepared himself to hear a reason he wouldn't like, instead, his heart broke a little bit more.  She smiled and stood up to give her sit to an old woman he had never seen before. It was the first time Steve saw this side of her.  "Isabella, este es Steve. Ese hombre guapo que me estaba buscando" she spoke in Spanish making him question if he knew her at all. Isabella took his hands into hers and looked at him just like his mother would have, which caused some tears to appear. They got to know each other and he realized that she had never felt the love of a family - and she craved it. When Isabella said her goodnight, having already invited him to spend the night in her house, she grew quiet. She knew he was waiting for an answer. "She is the reason why. She lost everything - her son, her granddaughter - and yet she hasn't lost hope. She told me to live life with everything that comes with it and embrace it because it's all we got.  She is the reason I am talking to you. She told me 'go to him' because love is the closest thing we have to magic and I couldn't just tell her I have magic running through my veins but couldn't save her family" she said with fire in her words and determination pouring over her. 

It felt wrong. Being back, felt wrong. She had followed him once again, but this time she hadn't found the people she had last time. She felt out of time – as if she didn’t belong. No one was waiting for her; Natasha was broken and Tony was nowhere near the place. Maybe she had been naïve for trusting him again; deep down she knew the only thing they had been left with was bitterness. She spent her days reading, training and trying out different things. Steve had an unhealthy need to fill Sam’s shoes as he had begun some group session. The irony was obvious to her; He was telling them, urging them to move on while he would never. She had seen as much in his eyes when they were talking about his past and the beginnings of his story – way before he became Captain America. There was one particular story he didn’t feel like sharing and she understood why – but also bothered her. She had kept her promise and had searched everything in order to find a way to undo this. She had spent days and nights looking for an answer. There had been times she felt so useless she wouldn’t get out of her room – nobody dared to disagree with her on those days. Slowly yet steadily, Steve and her grew distant and she felt as if they were miles apart even when they were sitting right next to each other. Being positive had never been one of her assets and that fake optimism Steve had, got on her nerves. Then again, maybe it was just his way of coping with the events. She had found herself longing to leave the base and go back to Isabella’s house more than enough times to realize that she never felt at home in the Avenger’s base. And the years flew by without even noticing it. The only thing new must had been the fact that she met Carol, a woman with many of her own powers and a life experience to match them. Other than that, Natasha had been obsessing over Clint – who had gone dark after his family disappearance. She could never say that all of those people had died – they had just dusted away. Which was the same and she had been fooling herself for a very long time. Steve had been the positive fucking little unicorn in front of others but he was so lost when they were alone. A raccoon was sending them emails with reports and Nebula wanted to get revenge a tad more than all of them combined.  She knew things were bound to be different, but she couldn’t recognize anything anymore. She had been drifted away from those around her because she didn’t feel a connection to them anymore – the only thing they had in common was anger. She had just made a cup of coffee when Steve walked in, finding Natasha on the verge of crying as he went on about the bright side, but Nat wasn’t having it. She just plopped down next to Natasha, smiling towards Steve without even bothering to listen to their conversation but her eye caught something. Something unexpected. “Oh! Hi. Hi! Is anyone home? This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago, at the airport? In Germany? I got really big, and I had my mask on. You wouldn't recognize me” Scott Lang was rumbling on at their front gate. Before she could register their reactions, she had buzzed him in and left the room running towards him. “Have you ever studied Quantum Physics?” Scott asked them a moment later. “Only to make conversation” came a sarcastic answer by Natasha, which didn’t bring him down. “Alright. So... five years ago, right before Thanos, I was in a place called the Quantum Realm. The Quantum Realm is like its own microscopic universe. To get in there, you have to be incredibly small. Hope, she's my... She was my... She was supposed to pull me out. And then Thanos happened, and I got stuck in there” he said while he was struggling not to tell the entire truth about their relationship. “I'm sorry. That must've been a very long five years” Natasha sincerely told him only to be shocked when he replied the most unbelievable thing. “Yeah, but that's just it. It wasn't. For me, it was five hours”. Steve and Nat shared a quick bewildered glance, while she had figured it out, because she had indeed studied Quantum Physics. “See, the rules of the Quantum Realm aren't like they are up here. Everything is unpredictable. Is that anybody's sandwich? I'm starving” Scott said as he strode over to pick up Nat's sandwich, and bit into it. “Scott, what are you talking about?” Steve asked him confused and puzzled. “What he is saying is, time works differently in the Quantum Realm” she chimed in, gaining a strange look from Steve and a very impressed one from Scott. “The only problem is right now, we don't have a way to navigate it. But what if we did? I can't stop thinking about it. What if, we could somehow control the chaos, and we could navigate it? What if there was a way to enter the Quantum Realm at a certain point in time but then exit at another point in time? Like...” he went on. “Like before Thanos” she half-whispered. “Wait, are you two talking about a time machine?” Steve asked as he couldn’t believe his ears. “No. No, of course not. No, not a time machine. It's more like a... Yeah, a time machine. I know it's crazy. But I can't stop thinking about it. There's gotta be some way... There's gotta be...some w... it's crazy” his craziness was making her head dizzy. She knew they would have to talk to her father, sooner or later. She hoped it would be later but that was not gonna the case. “Scott, I get e-mails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy anymore” Nat reassured him. “So who do we talk to about this?” Scott cut to the chase and everyone looked at her. 

They pulled over at his cabin and one by one got out of the car. Tony looked at them and she could tell that he was not looking forward to the discussion about to take place. He acknowledged her with a single hey, and so she decided to let them talk in peace while she was gazing at the lake from afar. "I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, a daughter. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did. And now, now we have a chance to bring her back. To bring everyone back. And you're telling me that won't even... “ his voice got louder as he tried to sell his desperation to Tony. “That's right, Scott, I won't even. I got a kid” Tony simply told them, making her remark. “Yeah, now he’s got a kid” she retorted, making him realize what he had just said. As on cue, Morgan run to her dad, who picked her up. “Mommy told me to come and save you. And to tell to the pretty girl to stay a while” Morgan told him as she pointed at his other daughter. “Good job. I'm saved. I wish you'd come here to ask me something else. Anything else. Honestly, I... I missed you guys, it was... Oh, and table's set for six” he went on and informed them. “Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But this is a second chance” Steve tried to reason with him but she already knew he wasn’t gonna give up just yet. He had to solve it on his own. “I got my second chance right here, Cap. I can't roll the dice again. If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch. And you should stay for a while” he concluded as he turned to face her. She smiled at him. She was going to stay a while and Steve saw it. It was hard to say goodbye but unfortunately it had become easier with the years. Steve, Nat and Scott were walking back to their car outside Tony's house as she was stepping inside, hugging Pepper. She could feel him slipping away from her life but she didn’t know how to keep him there – well, she didn’t even know if he wanted to be there anymore.

The day had been quiet, Pepper was an amazing mother and Tony was trying to be a great dad but he knew that he had failed once before, so he wasn’t hoping for much. They had lunch and she met Morgan a bit better. The kid was smart, but that didn’t come as a surprise, it was rather a given. “So how do you two know each other?” she asked suspiciously as she eyed her. Tony almost chocked but she kept her calm, as she was sipping a glass of wine. “We used to work together for a project, sweetie” she smoothly told her without raising any suspicion and even thought Tony felt relieved, Pepper shoot him an angry look, making him nod his head as if they made a promise. “You’re an Avenger!” Morgan exclaimed, excited with her new discovery. But before she could say a thing, Morgan begun asking questions – more questions than anyone before, leaving her stumped. “Honey, come on. Don’t bombard her with your questions. Wanna help me with dessert?” Pepper came to the rescue quickly and she couldn’t be more thankful. Silence fell and it was awkward because no one was going to break it first and Pepper knew as she said louldy "talk". Both of them rolled their eyes at that. "She is smart, that's from your side and she is beautiful - that's all Pepper" she commented shortly after. He almost laughed at her quick comeback.  "How are you? How are things back?" he asked her sincerely, trying to make up for all the lost time. She shook her head, not wanting to lie. Something he understood very well.  "Let me guess. You have been drifted away from people, especially Steve" he made a wild guess and he knew he was right. She stopped hiding her feelings. "Everything I thought I had is no longer. That's why I came here with them. They are asking you to be a hero and save the world. I just wanted to ask you a favor. A while back, I... I left and went -" "To a nice lady called Isabella, who lost her son and granddaughter" he finished her sentence for her, leaving her puzzled. "What? Did you really think I wasn't looking after you?" he asked her. "Well, you left to start a family and didn't even call, so... um. I should have" she concluded at last. He disagreed with her. She had stayed there, not to ask him to fight with them, but to help her find a way, because she knew that there was going to be o return for him and she wanted Morgan to have both of her parents and to feel loved. One of his daughters should. 

She was just watching him work from the couch as she was drinking a hot cup of tea. “Look at a mod inspiration, let me see what check out. So, recommend one last sim before we pack it in for the night” he gave orders to his computer. “Maybe in the shape of a mobius strip, inverted, don’t you think?” she commented as she took a look to the holographic experiment. He agreed with an impressed look. “Do as the lady suggests” he informed Friday. “Processing... “ “Give me that eigenvalue. That, particle factoring, and a spectral decomp. That will take a second” he had just stepped away, towards the couch but it was not to be. “And don't worry if it doesn't pan out. I'm just kinda –“ “Model rendered” Friday announced sending waves of bewilderments down her spine. Tony in a complete shock of amazement as the render came back as 99.987% successful, fell back ecstatic by this discovery. “Shit!” they both exclaimed at the same time. “Shit” Morgan giggled as she repeated the word they had just uttered. Tony took on the father roll quicker than she had thought as he nodded to her to take care of everything that had just been projected while he took Morgan away. They had solved time travel. They had actually found out how to go back in time. Her mind was blown away just by looking at it. As she was walking around the holographic model, Pepper came down the stairs looking for her. “You should rest honey. It’s late” she told her like a mother would. She smiled at her and waited for Tony to get back. “Maybe it’s not” she told her, leaving her puzzled. They both sat on the couch, Pepper reading a book and she was just thinking of the endless possibilities. People less lucky than her would get to see the sun again. Isabella’s family. Spider-kid, Wanda, Strange, Bucky. Oh Gods, Bucky. She had tried to forget about him and how much it had affected her. It had been one of the few failures of her life. “Not that it's a competition, but she loves me 3000. You were somewhere on the low 6 to 900 range” Tony announced as he joined them and got Pepper to scoff. “What are you reading?” he asked absentmindedly as she noticed. “Oh, it's just a book on composting” Pepper told him, making her long for a simple life once more. “What's new with composting?” he asked again without really wanting an answer. Before she could, he cut her off. “We figured it out, by the way” he blurred out, pointing at his daughter proudly. “You know, just so we're talking about the same thing –“ Pepper tried to catch up on their new discovery, very happy they were working together. “Time travel” he simply informed like it was nothing. “What? Wow... That's amazing, and... terrifying. Oh, that’s why you told me maybe it’s not late” she told him amazed as she turned to her still very much astonished. “We got really lucky” she commented and both of them agreed. “Yeah, I know” her father said a tad sad. “A lot of people didn't” Pepper softly nudged him. “No, I can't help everybody” he tried to be civilized and open for debate about it. “It sorta seems like you can. Both of you” his wife disagreed. “Not if I stop. I can put a pin in it right now, and stop” he insisted but they all new what was about to happen. “Tony, trying to get you to stop has been one of the few failures of my life” Pepper echoed her thought from moments ago. Tony smiled proudly about that very fact. “I sometimes feel I should put it in a locked box and drop it at the bottom of a lake... go to bed” he had almost given up on saying no. He wasn’t able to deny that she was right. “But would you be able to rest?” her soft voice pierced through his head. “And neither would you. I know that you left at some point because the memories were too much” she told her with honesty. She couldn’t believe how selfless Pepper was being about something so dangerous. “Come on, kiddo. It’s time to sleep. Tomorrow we are gonna go on a trip” Tony urged his daughter. She could get use to that. “Goodnight Pepper. Goodnight To-… dad” she finally told him, making him smile in pure happiness for the first time in a while.  

The whole world was changing and she had been a part of that very fact. Every plan, every strategy and every theory had been mapped out but she knew that sometimes, even the cleverest of minds can miss a point – so small that no one could have seen. Wanda was trying destroy Thanos, having cost everything to her, Scott and Hope were trying to kick start the engine of the van and everyone was trying to get the gauntlet as far away as possible, without it being very easy of a task. 

Pepper landed next to Okoye, followed by Mantis, Shuri, the Wasp, Gamora, Nebula and herself much to everyone else’s opinion – they all thought she was going to be right by Steve. Thanos' army charged while they helped Carol Danvers gey through the Outriders, Sakaarans and Chitauri. When Carol and she flew towards the van with the Gauntlet, Thanos, after being stopped by Pepper, Shuri and Hope, threw his double sword at the van, destroying it completely. He knocked Carol down and smacked Tony away as Thor arrived in an attempt to pin Thano’s arm down – Steve came rushing towards them, helping Thor but they were all overpowered. In a desperate attempt, when she saw Thanos picking up the gauntlet she punched him away. Thanos grabbed her by the arm and threw her away like she weighted nothing. Thanos put on the gauntlet, gamma radiation from the stones all over his body, as he tried to snap, but she arose again, and stopped his fingers from snapping, opening up his hand similar to what she had seen Steve doing in the other battle. She almost had him, forcing him onto his knees, as her powers were finally enough, she was ready to steal the stones herself. She knew she could take them on – she was part of them and they were part of her. But alas, he pulled the Power Stone out of the Gauntlet and used it in his free hand to hit her away, almost killing her in the prosses. Tony was looking at his daughter terrified and too scared to think of what might happen. He made one last attack on Thanos, having an entirely different plan on his mind. Thanos pushed him away, ending up right next to his older daughter. All it took was one look and she knew – before she could anything at all, everything was already over. “I am inevitable” Thanos snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He saw that the stones were missing. “NO!” she screamed but Tony simply smiled at her. s except a metallic "clink." He sees the Infinity Stones are missing.

“And I– am– Iron Man”.

The cruelest thing that someone had done to her was first claim to love her more than anything in the world. That he had never seen anything as exquisite as her. That she was every star in the night sky. That he would never leave her. And then one day, out of the blue he did. He lulled her into a false sense of security, convincing her that this, this is the forever love she have been looking for. This is the kind of love she needed all this time, the kind of love she had craved and let her get comfortable in it because it would last. And then, one day, he walked away. He made her believe that there would never be another. And then one day, he forgot her. He simply left without warning after promising her eternity. How ephemeral it turned out to be... It had been years since he came back. Not him - not her Steve. Peggy's Steve. She had refused to meet him - she had refused to even look at him, or be in the same building. She felt betrayed. She had lost Natasha as she had sacrificed herself to get the fucking Soul Stone. She had lost her father and that felt on her - she still felt responsible. And then Steve had decided to leave her all alone to fight her demons after constantly reassuring her he loved her.  But he caught her by surprise, when he entered her office, as she was now in charge of everything her father once held - Morgan was too young and Pepper wanted some time off with her daughter. He knocked the door, waited for her to call him in and he entered. She had been facing the other way, on a phone call but the minute she turned and faced him, her phone fell on the floor and her heart skipped more beats than she could count. "Hello, Ms.. Stark. Do you have a minute for an old friend?" he was being polite as well as sarcastic but her mind had already imploded, so what the fuck? Gaining some of her confidence back, she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms.  "We were never friends, Mr. Rogers" she fired coldly but he knew her better and she hated it. He looked at her and all it took was a moment. He too raised his eyebrow and walked towards her with absolutely no intention of leaving. Before she could register his acts, he had enveloped her in to his big hug and she felt so fucking angry - it still felt like home. Without even knowing it, she was crying with her head almost resting on his chest.  "It’s weird. It’s weird how you have the same face but you’re a completely different person. It’s weird how I have so many amazing memories with you but they died off as you’re a completely different person. It’s weird that I’m mourning over someone that is still alive because you’re a completely different person. It’s weird, you’re a completely different person. And I hate you for leaving me, but I can never really hate you because I love you" she told him as he sat them down to her couch. She left his arms to look at him. She lowered her walls and finally opened up to him again.  "If I could do it all again, I would stay up later. I would ask more questions, unashamed of how personal they were and not afraid that I wouldn’t like the answers. If I could start over with you, I wouldn’t doubt my instincts. I wouldn’t fear what people thought if I catered to your every whim and laughed at every stupid joke. If I could try again, I would embrace every moment of every fight and ask for everything I needed from you. I wouldn’t worry if I was too needy, too attached, too much of anything. I would be myself more. I would scream louder. I wouldn’t hesitated to tell you I love you, in every way, every day. If I could do it again, I would not love you in halting steps always looking for some sort of validation that I was stepping on solid ground. I would jump into you and if you didn’t catch me, then I would still be picking up the same broken pieces I am now" she sincerely told him. She had lost both her friend and her father, both of them in the name of salvation and then Steve choose to leave her and go back. She had refused to exist for a while because she couldn't function. As everything crumbled around her, she had looked for a something to hold on to, but those closest couldn’t hear her amidst their screaming matches. She looked for those who swore to be there during her weakest moment only to see the illusion fade away leaving only crossed fingers, emptiness, and disappointment. She was done searching for someone, when someone did appear.  Without even thinking about it, he wiped a single tear that ran across her cheek. He wasn't her Steve, but those eyes...  "I never believed that I would have felt the way you made me feel after all those years in the ice. I owe you everything. And repaying you in the way I did... I wouldn't have forgiven me if I were you. An apology won't help, I know. For what it’s worth, you will always hold a special place" he told her in tender way that reminded her of their story and more tears found their way out. And he wiped every single one of them. She could tell from the way he hugged her when he saw her. He had kept the silent promise he had made when she was too drunk to remember what she had asked of him. Years had passed since she allowed herself to see him again. After saying a polite hello, they hugged like friends did. But then he squeezed her a little tighter right before he let go. She had almost rested her head on his chest out of habit, because it suddenly felt just like old times. She had thought she'd never be in his embrace again but there they were. They both wanted to hold on tighter but they knew they were different now. But she could tell from the way he hugged her, from the way he held on just a little longer, that somewhere, deep down...  "I missed you too" she smiled at him, a strange but very much wanted feeling of relief washing over her heart. They both knew, no one could stop loving. Once you have loved someone honestly, truly, you will never be able to un-love them. You can only find someone you will love more. At that time, your old love will not feel so strong, but it will always be in your heart, it will never let you forget something that at some point along the way made you happy.  "You hold a special place in someone else's heart too, you know" he commented like a genie. Her eyebrow arched. "Stop playing matchmaker, you old wise owl" she mocked him. At least, she could start again. He still held her face in his hands, he still held a piece of her, he would always be her first love. The bigger the love, the harder the fall. They stayed like that until Bucky walked into her office, looking for her. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously when he saw Steve holding her but he reprimanded himself almost immediately. She saw the way Steve looked up at him and she knew he wanted some alone time him. Leaving his hands was harder than she thought, smiling at all times. "Don't be a stranger, Rogers" she bid him goodbye but his eyes told her this wasn't the last time they would see each other and she found solace. She passed Bucky in her way out, smiling brightly to him, making his eyes sparkle in hope. She had just left the room when she heard Steve being completely honest.

"She is different now. I was too much of a punk to see how beautiful she really was. Her heart was beautiful, she cared so much about me and I never understood why. I don't think I treated her the way she deserves to be treated - but you do. Don't look at me like that, Bucky. I am old, not blind. I can see the way you two look at each other. Back then, her love scared me, it was so intense. I almost forgot how enticing her smile was. She just wasted so many tears on someone like me and for that I will never forgive me" he told his friend but his mind was someplace else. She smiled to herself and finally left them alone. Whatever was to come, she would face it. Finding closure had never been about forgetting. It had never been about drowning out the voices of her past or about closing her heart to memories that used to make you happy. Finding closure meant accepting a situation for what it was and moving on. It was coming to terms with the way things were and knowing that she couldn't change what had happened, but could still find growth among the broken pieces.

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“I am so glad I got my heart broken. It led me to you”. ____

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call him | j.j.k

⇢ paring(s): jeon jungkook x reader, mentions of park jimin x reader.

⇢ word count: 3.5K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, smut, fwb!au, college!au.

⇢ summary: jungkook’s jealous, and he has an awful way of showing it.

⇢ warning(s):  please read! heavy smut, cumplay, fingering, oral ( female receiving ), spanking, exhibitionism, daddy kink, sub!reader, dom!jungkook, swearing,  unprotected sex (use protection please.), friends with benefits relationship.

⇢ author’s note(s): hey lads, it’s been a hot minute since i posted a fic but ive had this written for almost a month and i think you guys deserve it, also it’s my first time witing and posting a smut so please give me some feedback uwu, happy sinning ;) ( update: this fic has been updated and edited as of 2020 )

⇢ parts: ( here! ) ( two ) ( final )

You rushed past the dark haired male as soon as he opened the door, the fresh rainfall dampening your clothes as he locked it behind you. Your eyes fired up with desire as you stripped off your jacket, and dumped your bag by the stairs and yet all the while Jungkook remained unmoving.

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled, darkly, you noted, as he moved to stand in the doorway of his living room. Your actions paused as you pulled your lip between your teeth. Jungkook raised a brow, muscled arms crossing over his firm chest. You simply smiled at his actions, slowly walking over to the taller male with a sway in your hips. “You’re fuckin’ horny aren’t you, love?”

It was more of a statement than a question which caused your smile to widen as you slipped your arms around Jungkook’s neck, sighing when his hands slid down from over his chest to settle on your hips. “I called you...you didn’t answer. I’m stressed about my exams Ggukie, help me relax please...”

“You’re such a good girl, asking daddy nicely.” Jungkook hummed, lifting you to his waist by your thighs. Your lips met in a furious kiss, sucking one another in as your tongues clashed in a passionate dance for dominance. Squeezing your thighs, Jungkook blindly lead you to his bedroom, gently pulling away from your lips to nibble and bite and suck at your neck littering you with bruises. “Mine. You’re mine.”

You moaned out at his claim, fingers twisting in the black, obsidian locks of the boy busying himself with making a work of art out of your neck against his bedroom door. The routine was almost familiar to you, having a sort of fuck buddy relationship with Jungkook since the first semester of the year. Usually your encounters were smooth sailing, you’d call and he’d text and within an instant you were together, headboard smashing against the wall and waking your roommates.

Today, however, was different.

He was taking his time with you, teasing you as if you’d slip away. “Jungkook, please. I-I, oh god, don’t want to wait anymore...” you whined as his hips begun to slowly buck up into yours. Hot slick pooled between your thighs as he tamed you, reigning in on his control over you. “W-want you to take me...”

“Patience Y/N, you said you’re stressed...let me take care of you tonight.”

You barely had time to frown at Jungkook’s words, it wasn’t often that you went slow, especially when one of you were needy. Before you knew it, the door had finally popped open with a satisfying click and Jungkook was walking you over to the bed. You landed with a soft thump, eyes burning with desire as he removed his shirt to reveal his skin, golden like the rising sun and soft like the linen you lay on. Of course you could appreciate his abs, but like you’d told him many times before, he was beautiful... a vision to behold. Even with his fucked out eyes and pink tinted, swollen lips...Jungkook was a beauty.

Wordlessly, he crawled up the bed until your lips met once more, biting and sucking at each other until the were puffy and swollen. His hips were between your legs once more, pushing down on your clothed core with every thrust from his hips. You could feel the wetness of your heat collect in your panties and you were pretty sure Jungkook could too. His dark doe eyes clouded with lust at every whimper that surpassed your lips from every buck of his hips, his weighty length brushing against your desperate heat.

Unable to withstand the building pleasure between you, Jungkook pulled you up, tearing your shirt from your frame before discarding your leggings somewhere across the room and pushing you back down onto the bed to kiss you once more. The flame within you spread across your body like wildfire as his hands seamlessly unclipped your bra with a practised ease. “Look at your fuckin’ tits baby.” His words were slurred whilst he sucked at your lips, cool fingers coming up to play with your nipples. “Nice n perky for daddy, god I love your fuckin tits.”

The last part came out as a deep groan, his mouth latching onto your right breast causing you to arch your back into him. His heated tongue flicked over your nipple before he gently bit down on the mound of flesh, his other hand massaging your other breast. “J-jungkook! Mm-fuck!” You cried, fingers threading through his raven locks as he switched breasts.

The tug at his hair had him growling, as he finally pulled away from his assault on your chest, his eyes even darker than before. He smirked up at you drowsily, lips kissing a trail down past your navel and just above your panties. You squirmed as he neared the place were you desired him most, images of his head between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy flashing behind your unfocused eyes.

“Eyes on me, Y/N...” he teased, lips mouthing over the waistband of your panties before tearing them off with his teeth. They trailed down, as he left open mouthed kisses on your heated core and it took all your might not to clamp your thighs down on his head and have him stay between your legs forever. You jolted in your place on the bed when Jungkook strategically placed a wet kiss on your swollen clit, crying in pleasure even though he’d barely touched you. “Oh god baby, you’re s’fuckin wet for me aren’t you? So wet and I’ve not even given you my fingers, huh?”

You could feel his hot breath over your crying hole and it only heightened your need for him. “Gguk, please...w-want you s’bad.” You moaned shamelessly, desperate for any kind of attention.

But as soon as he came close to touching you, he was gone.

Opening your eyes, ready to chew one out on Jungkook, you looked up. His expression was dark, his lust for you replaced with something you couldn’t quite place but you could see in his eyes that you wouldn’t be going home without an orgasm tonight. “You know, I heard something pretty interesting about you the other day.” He started with hooded eyes, a single finger slipping under the waistband of your panties before pulling them off, to toy with its lace. “Something about you having a little...crush.”

“W-what?” You stammered breathlessly, your brain fogging with confusion and arousal as Jungkook’s cold finger came to circle your wet clit, his cool temperature sending shivers down your spine. Your hands latched onto his shoulder, sinking into his freckled skin as he worked slow circles into your nub.

“You know what I’m talking about princess,” Jungkook smiled, adding a second finger to swirl at your swollen clit. You moaned desperately as the two digits moved in synchronised movements, throwing your head back into the pillow. “You know what a crush is? Do I need to spell it out for you?” a silent scream tore in your throat as he begun to work the letters C-R-U-S-H into your sopping heat, the pleasure he was giving you just by stimulating your nub was almost enough to make you cum.

“What’s his name?” Jungkook growled as you began to grind your hips into his fingers, one of them slipping down to tease open your entrance. You shook your head, conflicted between why he had chosen now of all times to bring this up and the pleasure he was giving you. Your mouth opened with a scream as Jungkook’s digit slipped past your entrance, buried knuckle deep in your tight heat. “I won’t ask you again Y/N.”

“P-park Jimin!” You squealed as Jungkook gave an experimental thrust of his finger, you arched your back as he curled it to let it drag across your walls, rewarding you with another finger. Jungkook froze, as if he had sunken into deep thought, before he resumed his actions.

“Call him.”

You gripped his wrist in surprise as he begun to curl is fingers inside you with every thrust, stimulating that special spot. You shook your head once more, whining at the fast pace of his digits slipping in and out of your heat, lewd sounds of your arousal piercing the air.

“Do it, or I stop.” He hummed against the shell of your ear, the pace of his fingers never easing up as he handed you his phone. It was already unlocked to your surprise and you were even more surprised when you found Jimin’s number in his contact list. Jungkook smiled encouragingly as you dialled the number, kissing another pathway down to your core. “There’s a good girl...”

The phone rang about three times before there was an answer, and you didn’t miss the way Jungkook slowed his thrusts to match the ringing of the phone. “Hello?”

You bit your lip to suppress your crude moans as Jungkook’s lips sealed around your clit, sucking on the nub in a way that usually had you screaming. “J-jimin! Hi!” You stammered breathlessly into the phone, taking a deep breath to steady your shaking voice. “uh, it’s me, Y/N from your psychology class!”

You internally cursed Jungkook for adding a third finger just as you introduced yourself, wanting to close your thighs around his head and choke the cockiness out of him. Jimin’s melodious laugh wafted through the phone and you felt your heart melt and heat spread to your cheeks at the sound. “I know Y/N, we sit next to each other, how comes you’re calling from Jungkook’s phone?”

“O-oh my! F-fuck Jungkook!” The sound of his own name must have spurred him on, for Jungkook switched from fingering you to eating you out, his hot wet tongue slurping at the pool of arousal that had collected from his previous ministrations. His finger begun to flick at your clit once more, and you almost closed your thighs when his other hand came up to spread them apart, giving you a look that said ‘keep them open.’ Jimin’s faint voice from the phone reminded of the situation that you were currently in, and you blushed, hurriedly trying to think of an excuse. “I-I mean, fuck Jungkook, t-that fucker-oh!- took my phone to play games-!”

You gasped, glaring down at Jungkook, who’s face glistened with your slick after biting your thigh. The sight of him all messy with your wetness had you silently moaning as Jimin chuckled from his end of the line. “Well thats for you Gguk isn’t it?” You could hear the smile in Jimin’s voice, and you felt your arousal flare up just with the knowledge that he was completely innocent to your acts. “Did you need something though? You don’t usually call...”

The cold air between your legs told you that Jungkook had moved again, looking up from your call, you noted with a dry throat and a mind clouded with lust that he was unbuckling his belt, throwing his boxers and jeans to the floor, leaving him naked in all his glory. Your jaw went slack at the sight of his bare frame, all shame completely thrown out the window as you mewled out your approval. Even though you’d seen him open and bare, countless times before, the moment when he was completely stripped down never failed to amaze you.

Your whines grew at a higher pitch and you barely acknowledge Jimin asking if you were okay as the dark haired man before you begun to massage your thighs, pulling them open so he could take a peek at what was his. Your hands longed to grab at his supple skin, claw at his back and bite his shoulders and Jungkook only tutted at you. “K-kookie please, please lemme touch, need’ta touch you...”

“Y/N? What’s going on, is everything alright?” Jimin’s muffled voice sounded from the phone, his tone laced with worry. Jungkook chuckled, leaning down so that his chest was pressed against your breasts, causing your nipples to stand on end.

“Put him on mute baby.” Jungkook hummed, grinding his bare length against your wet, pathetic mound. You nodded, on the verge of tears at the stimulation. You still hadn’t cum yet. Pressing the mute button, you moaned aloud, gripping Jungkook’s shoulders as he slapped his cock against your sensitive clit. Your ears were immune to the worried whispers of Jimin as you desperately moved your hips in time with Jungkook. “Listen carefully to what I say princess. You’re going to tell little Jiminie how much you like him, how much you want him whilst your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock, you got that?”

“Mm...no gguk...please no-“ you gasped, the tip of his member teasing your entrance. He looked down at you, steely determination in his eyes and you realised that if you didn’t do this, Jungkook would leave you high and dry for as long as he pleased. Heat and arousal flared up within you once more, you were impossibly turned on and if this is what you had to do for Jungkook to get you off, then so be it. You were past the stage of embarrassment now.

Reaching up, you unmuted the phone just as Jungkook began to lather is length up with the physical evidence of your arousal. The slick delicious sound had you gulping as you called out for Jimin. “J-jiminie,” you sighed the anticipation of finally having Jungkook inside you, clouding your thoughts. “Jimin- you still there?”

“Yes...” he whispered back into the phone, and it almost sounded as if he was further away. “Y/N are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I just- just wanted to tell you something important...” your breathing had become laboured at this point as Jungkook eased his girthy length into you inch by inch, his dark eyes focused on where your body’s met and you sucked him in greedily. “Jiminie-I, ohmygod! I think I like you-!”

You moaned into the phone, the device falling from your grip as Jungkook entered you fully with one single thrust. Jimin’s end of the phone went silent for what seemed like ages and his voice was barely above a whisper when he did speak. “I think I feel the same...I just never made a move because I thought you had a thing with Jungkook...”

Your heart melted at Jimin’s words, and you felt some kind of mental relief at the thought of him liking you back. You were just about to respond when Jungkook snapped his hips into yours with force, driving your frame up the bed as he fucked into you. You squealed, grasping his shoulders as his cock drilled into you with ease, thanks to the lubrication of your core.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each thrust, the pleasure and overstimulation coursing through your veins. The head of his cock caught on the walls of your, weeping pussy and you arch your back into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you clench around him. “Oh fuck, Y/N baby you feel s’good...” Jungkook lets out the choked moan before he can stop himself, dark mop of heat dropping to your neck to bite at the soft skin there. “Mine, my pussy, only mine.”

His words are slurred, and your heart and your core flutter at his possessiveness but it almost feels like he’s trying to prove a point. Jungkook’s long fingers ease down between your legs, where your body’s meet and he’s bucking into you at a brutal pace, they soon find your sensitive clit and you almost want to writhe away from the pleasure he’s giving you.

“M’ all yours Kookie, please!” You cry, sensitivity heightened and that’s when you remember Jimin on the other line. You wonder if he’s getting off at the sound of your skin slapping and the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy, the thought only arouses you more, increasing your wetness and you can’t help but moan even louder. You can’t tell if it’s for Jimin’s sake or for Jungkook’s.

“Y-Y/N... is that Jungkook?” Jimin’s voice comes out strained, and you mewl as Jungkook pulls all the way out, only to pound back into you again, rougher and faster than he was before.

The dark haired male quickly pulls a finger away from rubbing figures of eight on your clit, letting the digit slip between his lips to suck off your juices in a way that has your legs tightening around his hips. Jungkook grips the phone, mumbling something about Jimin getting on his nerves. Without a word, Jungkook pulls out of your heat and flips you over onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up so that your ass meets his cock, before slipping back in.

A hand slaps your ass as you grind back into him, craving some kind of release. “You hear that Park?” Jungkook growls, slapping your cheek again, causing you to whine, tears pooling in your eyes as you grip the sheets. “That’s the sound of your girl getting fucked, fucked so good she can’t tell what’s up or down. Now remember for the next time that you fuck her, it’ll be my cum that stains her walls and my name she’ll be moaning. Isn’t that right princess?”

“Yes Jungkook! Oh god yes! Fuck me please, wanna cum s’bad!” You moan with wanton, moving your hips in sync with his, tears blurring got vision and your mind clouded with lust. That was enough to satisfy him, for he leaned down to press slopping kisses to the slope of your back, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Later, Park.” He groaned into the phone, as he leaned back up. His pace never slowed when he hung up the phone, tossing it somewhere else on the bed. “You’re such a dirty girl, princess. Moaning like a dirty little slut for daddy when talking to your crush.” Jungkook punctuated each word with a thrust, hitting your spot each time and driving you closer towards the edge.

“M’ so close...” you cried, words slurring together as your own hips matched Jungkook’s pace. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Then do it, cum on daddy’s cock like the dirty girl you are.”

That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge, your vision blurred as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, splashing out onto Jungkook’s length. His pace didn’t let up as white flashed behind your eyes and you screamed out his name. He helped you ride out your high, slowly thrusting into you as your pussy fluttered around his girth. You milked him for all his worth, creaming around him before Jungkook pulled out with a broken moan, his white hot seed painting your ass like he was laying his claim.

He collapsed on top of you, sweaty skin sticking to yours as his softening length rubbed against you. You lay together, breath mingling for a while before Jungkook got up and grabbed a hot cloth to clean you up. All the while you stayed silent, mind racing at the events that had just occurred.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just got their brains fucked out, could’ve sworn you were crying.” Jungkook teased with a bunny smile, arms coming up to wrap around your naked waist. You only hummed in response, allowing him to spoon you and it wasn’t long before you felt him frown against your skin. “W-was I too rough? You know you can always tell me when I am... I’ll stop-“

“You fucked me whilst on the phone to him, Kook.” You stated, blankly and unsure how to feel. You felt Jungkook freeze behind you, before he started to trace patterns on the exposed skin of your shoulder. He sighed.

“Well as far as I could tell, you were enjoying it and by the sounds of things, he was too.”

The smirk in his voice had you rolling over, eyes glistening with tears you hoped he couldn’t see. “I liked him Jungkook, I still do. And now he probably hates me, probably thinks that I was lying just to hurt his feelings. I won’t be able to look at him without feeling guilty...” 

“Fuck, you really liked him, huh?” Jungkook frowned, looking away from you, an emotion that you couldn’t quite place swirling in his eyes. You nodded silently, suddenly regretting coming over tonight. Jungkook bit his lip, looking as if he wanted to say something, when his phone vibrated from somewhere within the sheets. He scrambled to find it, pulling the screen close to his face and grimacing at the brightness when he did. “It’s for you.”

With furrowed brows, you took the device from Jungkook, eyes flicking over the text that illuminated the screen.

                                                                                                                               JIMIN: Hey Jungkook, thanks for the heads up about Y/N but I think I’ve got it covered. Tell her I’ll pick her up tomorrow at eight, assuming she’s still with you.

You felt a warm flush spread across your cheeks as you re-read the text over and over again. Your heart fluttered with joy, because Jimin still wanted to see you and liked you too. Jungkook remained quiet as you squealed over the text, his eyes raging with disappointment, for Jimin wasn’t the only one to have feelings for you.