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lin-nin · 3 years

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Hi could I have one-shot with either techno or Wilbur (whatever you find easier to write) with a s/o whis always cold and one day steals their cape and it just completely engulfs them. So when Wilbur/techno comes home they just find it adorable and it ends in some sfw cuddles to warm them up

I hope this was okay ❤️ thank you so much

Absolutely! This was a super cute request and I was so happy to write it. I chose Techno bc living in the arctic has to be brutal. I hope you enjoy it!

What’s Mine Is Yours (Technoblade/Reader)

You really hadn’t minded moving to the Arctic North. Techno was there, and that was enough for you. There was also the plus of being able to escape the grasps of L’Manberg as well as the Dream SMP. It was a win-win situation for the most part. The only biggest downside was how unbearably cold it was. It was to be expected, of course. It was so far north, and it felt like it was always snowing. It didn’t help that you were often cold, even back when you had lived in L’Manberg. As such, you spent as much time inside the cabin as you were allowed. It was warmer here with the fire roaring than it was outside, where the wind howled relentlessly.

It was very much one of those days, where despite the fire that you constantly fed logs, the wooden planks beneath your feet were freezing. Everything was freezing, in truth. You peered out of the windows, listening to the wind howl and whip snow around. You could hardly see more than a few meters beyond the house, the flurry obscuring your sight. You simply wrinkled your nose in distaste, sliding down the ladder to the basement. It was even colder here, and that was not exactly something you were fond of. You didn’t waste your time, perusing the chests in search of more wood to feed the fire.

Once you had, you hoisted yourself up the ladder awkwardly, tossing the pile of logs onto the floor. The fire greedily lapped at the bark when you fed it into the fireplace, and you sighed. Hopefully it would warm up, but you weren’t sure it would. These nights were brutally cold. You ached for some sort of warmth, but it was hard for you to find it on your own. Techno was out looking for more totems, so he’d been gone a few days. Which you didn’t entirely mind, you could take care of yourself. It didn’t stop you from missing him, though. You tiredly looked around the room, looking for anything to help you keep warm.

Then you saw it.

Tucked between the lodestone and stonecutter, barely visible, was a bundle of red cloth and white fur. You didn’t waste time in scurrying over to the box, throwing open the upper trap door. The sound you made was pure joy as you picked up the heavy cloth, throwing it over your shoulder. You grunted as you did, trying to adjust to the weight. How the hell did Techno wear this all day? You simply shuffled back towards the fireplace, the ends of the cloak trailing behind you. It was almost like the train of a dress.

You settled on the floor, comfortably curling up and wrapping the thick cloth around you. The chains on it settled as you did, and you fell into a comfortable state of something bordering sleep. The cloak was thick, wonderfully insulating any heat that got in. Keeping you pleasantly warm, and as comfortable as you could be on the wooden floor and leaned against the chest. Perhaps the blizzard would subside soon enough and you could actually tend to the dogs or bees. It would be nice to be able to do more than just wander the cabin.

You weren’t too sure how long you were there. Not so long that the fire died, at least. You only stirred due to the door opening, looking up towards the figure standing there. Techno stood there, shaking his head to knock the snowflakes out of his hair. You shifted a little, watching the door shut behind him. “I wasn’t expecting you to come back yet,” You greeted with a smile. He dropped his bag and axe, sighing as he did.

“It has been a week, it was about time I came home.” The sound of his voice was welcome, as was the soft click of his hooves on the wood. He wandered towards you, leaning down and not hesitating to pick you up. You yelped a little, shifting to cling onto him. “Did you get cold?” Amusement laced his voice as he moved the pair of you towards the ladder leading to your shared bed.

“Mhm, the blizzard has been going on for a couple days. You know it’s hard to stay warm here,” You murmured, nuzzling your face into his neck. He chuckled, cradling you against him.

“That’s why I left you the cloak.” He looked down at you, lifting the pair of you up the ladder. “...It makes you look tiny.” He was used to having to carry you up the ladder on nights like these. You often would doze off by the fire.

“It’s warm.” You let him settle you onto the bed, staring up at him expectantly. It was like a routine. You would doze off by the fire on the coldest nights, and Techno would come bring you to bed and cuddle with you. It was truly as you preferred it. He simply gave you a bemused smile, slipping off his mask and setting it on the window sill. You immediately scooted over to give him more room on the bed. Once he was settled, you buried yourself into his side with a happy sigh. Having him, and his warmth, back was nice. You couldn’t deny that in the slightest.

“Thank you for leaving it for me,” you murmured, eyelids drooping once more. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close against him. You hummed happily at that, easily giving in to the relaxation he was offering.

“Of course, darlin’. What’s mine is yours, even if that means I go out into a blizzard without a cape.” His laugh was low, careful to keep the peace. Especially as you relaxed further against him, body sagging and breath evening out. You were gone to the world for the night, unbothered by the howling winds and biting cold outside the walls of your house. You had Techno, and that was enough to get you through even the coldest and most ruthless nights.

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ilove-cedricdiggory · 3 years

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Moony

Remus x Reader

Part 2

Summary - After you left Remus after telling him about your pregnancy, you're now trying to juggle being pregnant by yourself in a foreign country, along with your three best friends searching for you.

Trigger Warning - Cursing, mentions of abortion, angst, it's longish? I think that's all. Let me know if there's more though.

Italics are letters, Bold is unknown to the readers.

America.

That's the only way you can really describe it. It is, well, America. Some places are incredibly beautiful, some terribly ugly. Some incredibly cold, some unbearably hot. Some busier than Diagon Alley on the day all the kids come to buy their things, some slower than a virgin's bedroom.

You hadn't seen much, especially seeing as how you had only been there for a week, but it was already more than you expected. You expected a stern talking to, you expected a bed rest, you expected a midwife in every thirty minutes, and you definitely expected to have someone at your side every second of the day. But, that wasn't what you got.

Especially seeing as how, your Great Grandpa kicked the rest of your family out of the house before you arrived, not wanting his favorite grandkid to be in an uncomfortable home, especially while she was growing his two great, great grandkids.

He was incredibly wealthy, a pure blood from England gone American. You had been the only one that actively spoke to him and visited him as often as you could while he lived in England. Now, your family was watching the sand fall in his hourglass to see who got the most money from his will. Honestly, though, you could see the man living another 200 years - just to spite them all.

He had taken you out, shown you incredible things, although you were stuck in a stupid state of unbearable heat - Texas. Although, the heat had taken you out of the sweaters that had you crying every time you got a whiff of his scent, and into some beautiful maternity sun dresses. You had already sent 20 pictures to Molly.

You had yet to write to Lily though, but her owls came twice a day, at least. You were starting to worry that she would get on James' broom and follow the owl herself to find you. Her letters really all stayed the same.

Y/n, just tell me where you are. I won't tell Remus, or Sirius. Heck, I won't even tell James. Harry and I will come visit and I'll tell you all about how I beat Remus' arse. Or how James did....Or how Sirius did. But, please, just write me back. I love you. I miss you incredibly.

Then you had

Y/n, come on, you really have me worried. The entire order has heard about what happened and I think they're all freaking out each second like we are. We miss you. You're the ray of Hufflepuff joy we all need, the always Ravenclaw intelligence the boys really need, the absolute Gryffindor bravery in the craziest of situations that the order needs, and the Slytherin strength I need. Please, just write back.

Then, she got help from the boys - or, the ones you would be open to hear from.

Y/n, while I have to be honest, Lily is standing over my shoulder watching me write this, I was going to do it either way. Remus was an absolute arse, I understand that, but we miss you. Lily, Harry and I want nothing more than for you to be home, with us even. You don't have to see him, you really don't. We just want to be here for you through this time, the good and the bad. Please write back.

When that didn't work, you had a howler from Sirius.

Y/n Y/l/n, I swear, if you don't write me back, I'm gonna jump into the paper and send myself! I'm going absolutely crazy watching Lily freak out every day! You're the only one that can calm her, not even James is doing it! You're taking away my precious James time! I fucking miss you - okay? Moony is an absolute dick. He deserved you walking out on him, he really did, but please don't walk out on all of us too. Y/n, we miss you, we really do. Moony isn't even here anymore, he left after we all went to Molly's - Sirius, don't tell her that! - Shit, fuck, how do I scratch that? Uhhh, I didn't say that. Erase! Erase! Lily, how do I erase on a howler? Fuck. Whatever. I'm sure it erased. But, come home. I'll make James make you that surprisingly good chicken he makes and I'm sure Lily would love to give you some old baby momma clothes or whatever the fuck they're called. I just - we just - no, I miss you, okay? Come home.

Your heart broke, not just because Remus was missing, but because your friends were hurt.

You sat down at the table in your guest house, sighing softly. A quill and some parchment sat before you, your hand shaking as you dipped it into the ink.

Lily, James, and Sirius.

While I know I could write a letter to each of you separately, I'm almost positive you're all together, or you're gonna call each other as soon as you get my letter.

I'm okay, I think. Not as okay as I wish I was, I cry a lot. While I wish I could blame it on the hormones, I know it's not. Everything reminds me of him, even here. No, I'm not in England, I'm in the states. I'm staying with some family and I think it's doing me well. At least, I've started to own my pregnancy.

After what Remus said to me, my body broke. I just about hated the fact that I was pregnant. Not my kids, just that I was pregnant. But, with each day, I realize that this pregnancy is the thing I needed most. While I wish I didn't have to say this - it showed me the man Remus is. Does that mean I cry any less? Of course not - you guys know me.

But, I really don't think I can come home, at least not yet. I'm still trying to figure out what I'm to do. I love Remus with every fiber of my being, but how do you love a man that told you to get rid of your own children, the minute he gets home from a mission he could have died from? How do you let him hold you as he feels the two children you both created grow in your belly knowing he hates them?

I'm going to come home eventually, of course I am. And I already promised Molly I'll be back for a visit soon, and you guys are more than welcome to come visit once I teach my family how to properly floo in America - did you know they don't do that here? It's super weird. But, I love you three incredibly. I'm so sorry this has happened. Be safe.

Your heart broke as you debated on writing more, about what your heart was still set on. Remus. Where was he? Where did he go? Had they heard from him? Was he looking for you? But you couldn't bring yourself to ask them.

The owl was sent with their letter, leaving you in the silence once more.

How could you feel so absolutely alone when you had people wanting nothing more than to be with you? Is it what you thought you deserved? They were his friends before they were yours. You felt horrible that they were taking your side. You felt your heart ripping slowly with each beat it made in it's spot in your being. It was like one half of your heart was tied to Remus' and with each beat away from him, it tore you apart - slowly, filling you with excruciating pain.

Five minutes after the letter was sent, you were standing, trying to find a way to busy your mind.

Ten minutes after the letter was sent, you were crouching in the corner, the weight of your predicament pressing down on you so hard, it's like it formed hands and was set on pushing you six feet under without any hole dug for your body.

Twenty minutes after the letter was sent, your body was shaking with it's sobs once more, the loss of not only your spouse, but also the friends you loved almost as much as him.

An hour later, you had fallen asleep on the floor, your mind groggy and your heart tearing with each beat, your conscious hoping to pull you away from the pain your felt in the body that was supposed to be yours - but belonged to the man who seemed to not want you anymore.

It was dark, so incredibly dark. The only thing that was seen was the moon, halfway full in it's wake. The only thing heard was the pads of feet stomping on the ground as they ran. Ran where? Ran why? You could feel the pain in your chest, but it was like it wasn't your own. As you came to a stop, you looked at a building that seemed a familiar kind of unfamiliar - although that didn't really make much sense to you.

Before you realized it, you were slumped over the toilet, letting out the contents of your stomach. One of your hands pulled your hair to one side of your shoulder, keeping it there. But all you could think was how badly you wish it was Remus holding your hair, rubbing your back as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

But all that mattered today was to get through it, like any other day.

One day following the motions.

Two days following the motions.

Three, four, five days.

Until your hands were pulled from your face, the skin around your fingers almost chewed to nothing, the warm face of Lily standing before you.

"If I see you bite your fingers one more time, I'm going to hex them to taste like Harry's dirty diapers." She spoke, pulling you up from your spot on the couch.

"Lily - I." You stopped, looking around her to see James, Sirius, and Harry. "How?" You asked, looking back into the eyes of your best friend.

"Your great grandpa is super cool. I think he was getting tired of all the letters we were sending him too and gave us the floo network here to knock you out of whatever it is you're in." Sirius spoke, Harry on his shoulders, pulling at his hair.

"You guys-" You were cut off with Lily pulling you into her hold, her larger belly pressed against yours as you both attempted to properly hug one another.

"I have missed you, so much" Her voice was soft, uncommon for Lily. Her hands held you tightly, almost like she was holding onto you to make sure you didn't disappear once more.

"Come on Lils, other people missed her too." Sirius spoke to cause her to pull away and glare at the man. "If you weren't holding onto my kid, I'd have hexed you so hard for that." She said, moving to grab Harry from his shoulders as James wrapped you up in a hug himself.

"If we hadn't seen you for another day, I think Lily was going to fly off on my broom." He said, causing you to laugh at your own prediction.

You finally got to Sirius, his arms holding you tighter than the two. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, his hold growing tighter. "What are you sorry for, Siri?" You asked him, pulling away to look into his face.

"What he said, what he did. That's not what you deserved." He mumbled, pushing your hair back a bit. "I swear, I about pounded his face in at Molly's. I think Arthur had to separate me magically." He trailed off, looking at the floor.

His words brought tears to your eyes once more, your heart feeling empty, yet full. "That's not your fault, Sirius. We all knew he didn't want kids, but we weren't careful. I don't know why his reaction surprised me." You were honest with them, having thought this entire thing was truly your fault.

The three of them surrounded you, their eyes narrow with intent. "Y/n, the last thing this is, is your fault. You're his fiancée, not a random person. Either way, those are his kids. He shouldn't have treated you like he did." James spoke with meaning, wanting you to understand each word he spoke.

Somehow, the four of you relaxed enough to find yourself growing to bed. You showed Sirius his room, a place where James and Lily can lay Harry, and then their own room, before finding your way to your own.

You laid in bed, wide awake. You knew what tonight was, the night before the full moon, and knew that Remus was probably out wherever he was, already in pain. Every turn was different, it truly was, but each night before the full moon, his body ached, his bones almost softened, knowing they would be breaking and turning in 24 hours, and his head psyched him out, especially when you weren't there. This was now the third full moon your financé was to handle without you.

You refused to cry, knowing Lily always had a third sense to that stuff, and willed yourself to sleep. But, you laid there.

And laid there.

And laid there some more, until you couldn't handle the quiet, and found yourself moving out of the room and towards Sirius'.

You had slept with Sirius before, each time when Remus was gone and your heart could hardly handle it. Now, the three hearts inside of you couldn't stand the guilt of not being with him.

The door didn't creak when you opened it, none of the floor boards made a sound, but that somehow made it worse. Your feet carried you to the dark haired man, seeing his sleeping frame move, sensing another person there.

His eyes jerked open, coming to look at you as he smiled sadly. "How did I know you'd come in here. Just can't resist the charm, can you?" His voice was deeper, rougher from sleep. It calmed you, but never like Remus' did. You waddled closer to the man, his arms opening for you as you crawled into him.

You both laid in silence, but awake now, as you took in the moment.

"I miss him, Siri. I know I shouldn't, I know I should hate him, but my entire being misses him." Your voice was softer than his was, much softer, but it wasn't because you were afraid of him, but because you were afraid of your own truth.

"I know you do. I know he misses you too. You guys are kinda like Lily and James, meant to be. He's just, an absolute git for this." His fingers worked in your hair, rubbing your scalp and causing your eyes to close in comfort.

"I thought we were meant to be too. But, he doesn't want me anymore. He doesn't want us." At that, Sirius rested a hand at your bump, this being the first touch they really had beside your own. "He does, he's just stupid and scared. Either way, you have us. Aunt Lily, Uncle James, and, the absolute best uncle in the world, Uncle Siri. We've got you." His sensere words lulled you to sleep, a sleep where you felt safe and happy falling into.

You were running again, but it didn't feel like you were in danger. It felt like you were running to run, really. Which, was something you did not do. You weren't in the woods, but you didn't know where you were. All you did know is that you were still scared. Absolutely, bone crushingly scared.

With each step you took, the fear grew. How could you possibly be this scared? You were looking for something, but you didn't know what. You were shaking, but from both the cold and the fear. You were shaking. Shaking. Shaking

Shaking. "Y/n, wake up!" Sirius was looking down at you, his eyes full of excitement. "Your great grandpa is showing us the American version of Diagon Alley today!" You smiled up at him, nodding.

"Okay, okay, let me get changed."

The four of you had left your Grandpa once he settled himself down to play some wizards chess, waving you off.

"You know where the house is when you're done, I've got a title to keep."

You wandered through stores, showing them the few things you had learned so far about the wizarding world here. The four of you had just walked into their version of Flourish and Blotts when you were stopped by an older couple. "Oh, you both look absolutely wonderful! I remember when I was that pregnant. How far are you both?" she was smiling at you and Lily, growing closer to you.

"I'm due in about a week and a half. We already have one, Harry, who's staying with her family." She had pointed to you, smiling at the older woman. "Oh, I'd expect you to be due any day now. Seconds always come early and you look family dropped. What about you dear?" She had looked to you, glancing at your own belly.

"Oh, I'm only a few months along. Twins." You laughed, your hand resting protectively on your belly. "Awe, that's lovely. You both look radiant. Two amazing father's, I hope?" She now looked at James and Sirius, smiling at them. "Oh, no, I'm not the father. Our best mate is." Sirius spoke, gesturing to you. "Well, I dunno, is he?" He asked, looking at the three of you. "It's complicated." Lily said, smiling.

The older woman nodded, smiling. "I completely understand. I wish you both the best of luck." She bid you all adu, leaving with her husband.

"I can't tell if that was awkward or sweet." James laughed, leading you all to the door to leave.

You all laughed as you walked through the Wizarding space until you and Lily began complaining about the swollen ankles and bloated stomach enough to convince James and Sirius to guide you both home.

As the day turned into night, you now showing your friends the muggle artifacts your grandpa has collected from his move to the states. That was, until Lily groaned in pain.

"Fuck, she was right." The young woman grumbled, clenching her bump. "What do you mean?" James asked, his hand on her back softly. "He's coming early, James. I'm in labor, fuck." She groaned again, tilting her head back at the pain she was feeling for the second time in her life.

"Shit, Sirius, go find some towels. I'll go tell grandpa to write the healer for labor." You spoke, pointing Sirius in the direction of the towels before moving to Lily. "It'll be okay, okay? Everything will be fine." She nodded, gripping your hand tightly as she looked in your eyes. She smiled before groaning once more, a contraction hitting her. "Okay, okay, healer. You guys lay her down." Sirius returned with multiple towels, James and him laying a few out before helping Lily lay down on them.

You turned to waddle out of your home, attempting to get to your grandpa's house as quickly as possible.

Three steps towards his house, you heard a twig snap.

Five steps towards his house, you heard a thud.

Nine steps towards his house, a figure stopped before you, it's frame furry and bent, a growl releasing from his lips.

A werewolf.

How the fuck is a werewolf standing in front of you, in the middle of fucking Texas, in a populated muggle area?

You took a few steps backwards, until it clicked.

The only Werewolf that would spend his full moon looking for you was the same werewolf that has plagued your mind for the past month.

Moony.

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gyuluster · 3 years

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one last present | (f)

“Soobin gifts you something unusual, but oddly perfect.”

oneshot | established relationship! au | 1.7k words

s u m m a r y : soobin has one last birthday present to spoil you with, and you certainly did not expect it.

w a r n i n g s : literally just fluff, so much fluff, soobin is best boyfriend, a little nerd information about animal disease but nothing too grim, a little kiss at the end ):

a u t h o r ‘ s n o t e : hello hi this sounds all over the place but idc because it’s @soobmint birthday and this is tailored very much to her liking anyway happy birthday chae i love u so much <3

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“I’M NOT ACCEPTING ANOTHER PRESENT FROM YOU.”

The said boy furrowed his brows, bottom lip jutting out slightly at your words. Despite the image being extremely adorable, you refused to submit.

Choi Soobin had spoiled you enough.

“But, ____,” he began, getting up from the sofa the both of you were cozily settled upon. A few of the opened presents fell on the carpeted floor from his lap, and, letting out a noise, he instantly dropped to his knees, picking up the objects.

“No buts!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms. “You’ve gifted me half the shopping mall! You can’t expect me to accept more!”

The pout was more prominent with every word of refusal. “Honey,” he murmured, and the endearment had your heart skipping a beat. He propped the fallen presents atop the coffee table before you, standing up straighter once again. “I like buying you gifts. I mean, It’s your birthday after all.”

Indeed it was so. Of course you knew, but your boyfriend made sure that you never forgot — the excitement which radiated from him these past few weeks almost became unbearable, knowing he was planning all these lavish outings and presents, but you could not help but go along with his wishful preparation. His pure, unadulterated joy at wanting to make your birthday as special as possible truly touched your heart.

“And plus, after this one, there are no more.”

When you answered him with a raised brow, quite unconvinced, he raised his fist into the air, a little finger erecting. “Pinky promise.”

“Pinky promise, huh?” You could not help a small smile escaping. “That serious?”

Nodding, he hovered the finger closer to you. “This present will be your absolute favourite.”

Looping your own pinky with his, he helped you off the sofa, making sure you didn’t drop any of the gifts around you. Then, wrapping the rest of his fingers around your hand, he led you out of his living room.

Taking a long journey into the hallways, you both turned to the kitchen, a vast marble sensation of countertops and island bars, courtesy of his parents’ wealth. Catching sight of the wall-length, transparent doors, Soobin held out his free hand, careful to be quiet as he opened the doors into the nature beyond.

The Choi’s garden was another world entirely — perhaps bigger than his house, a fine collection of all the fruit trees, bushes and flowers, scattered upon the lush grass, freshly trimmed this morning. You closed the door after you stepped into the cool evening air, the sun on its way to descent below the horizon.

“Where is this present, Soobin?” you asked him, curious as to why he steered you outside. He only answered with a knowing smile, converse quiet against the grass, hand on yours unwavering.

Your confusion only grew as, swiping past the trail of gran old oaks and birches, you ended up upon the small pond right at the end of your boyfriend’s garden. It shimmered with the golden light of the dying sun, a few crickets resonating around its edges. The little reservoir was your favourite place inside his domain, a lilting peace always exuding from the calm waters, lapping against the slight bank.

However, as your eyes wandered, there was a new addition, settled beside the pond. “What is this?” you wondered out loud, gazing over the small, wooden structure, slightly bigger than a sandcastle. Its detail was incredibly intricate, a tall arc carved out in the front, a moving creature fidgeting at the edge. The roof was slanted, like that of a miniature cabin, and your previous interest had only heightened, tugging on the sleeve of Soobin’s white shirt.

“Stay here,” he said, letting go of your hand for a moment. Carefully stepping along the edges of the pond, he kneeled next to the wooden construction, leaning in as his hands slid inside the open doorway. You crept a step closer, craning your head forward to catch a glimpse, but when you saw your boyfriend murmuring sweet nothings to the unknown inside, you stopped.

That was when he brought his hands out, now very much occupied.

A gasp escaped you at what was revealed.

Two small ducklings snuggled in the folds of Soobin’s hand, making soft quacking noises as his finger stroked each of their heads softly. Your face morphed into one of infinite tenderness as a smile curled instantly upon his lips at the reaction.

Slowly, as not to disturb the animals, he walked over to you, eyes never leaving their faded yellow coats. Only when he stepped before you he looked up, sharing some of his elation within your gaze.

“My last present,” he declared. Hovering his full hands closer to you, he added, “Here.”

You did not dare answer him, holding your hands out as, ever so gently, Soobin dipped the ducklings into your care. Their webbed feet clung onto your palms as they curled against you, welcoming your warmth. Your nerves had to be thanked for that, rising with each caress of their feathers against your skin.

Your eyes lifted to the boy before you.

He was not wrong at all — this really was your favourite present. “How…” you got out, but of course he knew, of course he knew that you had wanted these creatures for so long.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that you wanted ducks — it was certainly a bizarre first pet to have, but you always found these types of birds adorable. Whenever you and Soobin would walk through the parks in your city, you would rush to the waterworks within nature, and stare at the families of ducks for hours on end. Sometimes, the poor boy had to haul you out of the forests, but he always found his heart turning in on itself whenever he stole a glimpse of your excited smile.

So when he ended up in the animal shelter one day, weeks before tonight, in search of these animals, he saw these two baby ducklings, and instantly made sure to whisk them away within his pond, hiding them and their little cabin from your curious footsteps.

Until this day. When now, they nearly slept with the gentle stillness you kept them in.

He could see it in your eyes. You were already in love with them.

“What…” you gulped, thumbs caressing their tiny heads. “What did you name them?”

Soobin’s hand crept up to his neck, scratching awkwardly. “You better not laugh.”

You narrowed your brows. “Why?”

He pointed at the left duckling. “So this one is Aristotle,” he began, awaiting your teasing, “And this one—” pointing to the right, “—is called Plato.”

There was a long silence before you burst into soft laughter.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, locking his hands behind his back. “I told you not to laugh.”

“I’m sorry, baby!” you gasped out, grinning. “I didn’t realise one semester of Greek Philosophy could change you this way.”

“Stop!” he whined, stepping closer as he observed the slumbering ducklings. “I don’t know, I just really liked the ring of it, okay?”

“Awww, don’t worry, Soobs,” you reassured him, nudging his leg with your foot. “I like the names.”

It was his turn to give you the unconvinced raise of his brows. “I’d bring out my pinkie, but my hands are a bit occupied.”

Satisfied, he nodded, watching you tend to your living gift with your fingers. “There’s something a little wrong with them, ____.”

Smile fading, you glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms. “The lady at the shelter mentioned some time of...preen malfunction?”

You knew exactly he was inferring to. “Malfunctioning preen glands?” Your fingers brushed against the base of the ducklings’ tails, feeling an odd texture around their feathers. “I researched this while I was looking for ducks as pets. It means that their feathers don’t dry properly, which can be really dangerous for them.”

“Oh my God,” he muttered. “I should have looked into it further!” He groaned, swiping away his hair from his line of sight. “How am I going to take care of them properly?”

Your stare upon him seemed to calm him down. “Soobin, it’s okay.” Gingerly, you patted their backs. “I know how to treat this.”

“I’m sorry for putting this responsibility on you, honey,” he mumbled, taking one final step to you before planting his hands on your shoulders. “I wanted you to have some ducklings, but seeing these sick ones just...it did something within me.

“I felt like I had to get them somewhere safe, ____. And the only safe haven I could think of was you.”

Your eyes widened, his touch all the more prevalent. Soobin noticed, cocking his head. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

His hands crept up, sliding from your neck to hold your face in his slender fingers. “Do you not realise that I associate you with all the good things in the world?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, refusing to let the sting of tears win over you. “There’s a reason I presented you with the ducklings, honey. If you’re so good to me, then little Plato and Aristotle will forever be loved.”

Oh, God. How could you fight the waterworks after that?

Raising upwards, you closed your eyes as you captured Soobin’s lips, insides singing at how he welcomed the touch. His fingertips stroked your cheeks as he leaned further into the kiss, moving against your mouth like a lovestruck fool, yearning for you and everything you represented.

As the sun fully descended, you opened up slightly for him, the boy clinging onto your bottom lip till a soft moan escaped you, causing him to lose nearly all of his senses. He might have gone further, may have teased his tongue along the swell of your mouth, but he held back.

If it weren’t for the creatures nestled in your hands, he would have dared, but he pulled back, breathing a little panted as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks.

“Happy Birthday, ____,” he whispered, eyes swirling with lifelong affection.

“I love you, Soobin,” you replied, lips curving upwards.

Then you looked down at the slumbering ducklings, smile growing.

And I love you two, too.

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obeiii-mee · 4 years

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So, I finally finished part 2 for the original ask. I’ve had a bit of trouble with writing the twins because I think this would affect them particularly bad. I hope you enjoy all this angst, cuz I sure as hell didn’t im fucking sobbing alright?

Pt. 1

Enjoy!

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The Brothers Reacting to MC sacrificing themselves to bring Lilith back, Part 2:

Satan:

-Satan felt like the stupidest demon in DevilDom. He was supposed to be the intellectual, the logical one, the one with more than a few spare brain cells to work with. And yet he never twigged there was anything going on with you. The signs were all there. You had asked him for very specific book recommendations for the past few weeks, about the Celestial Realm and the full power of souls. He even let you borrow some from his own collection without giving it a second thought!

-In hindsight, your goal was very obvious but at the time, he hadn’t even stopped for a second to consider it. It just didn’t seem like something you would be capable of doing. But you did. Of course you did. You were the most driven human he had even met. You managed to live for a full year with seven of the most dangerous demons in hell and make pacts with them no less, so anything is fair game when it comes to you.

-Lucifer and Lilith found him in the library, like usual, reading what seemed to be a very graphic book on different wars that took place in the human realm over the centuries. What can I say, the man wanted to know more human history for your sake. He was one of the few brothers who hadn’t even noticed you were missing and never thought anything was amiss. Sure, he missed your presence but the cynical fourth born isn’t exactly paranoid.

-Now, if it was Lucifer alone that had come to check up on him, Satan would have been very tempted to just ignore him. But obviously he noticed a slightly smaller, less threatening figure next to him and he forced himself to look up from his book. Lowkey hoping it was you because he often complained his brothers got to spend way too much time with you. Satan and Lilith technically never met, face to face. However, I like to think that since Satan was born out of Lucifer’s wrath, he has a small connection with his memories and therefore Lilith. After all, Satan was the only one that never participated in the war or actually fell down as angel.

-He never met her before. Yet he immediately recognised her as she came in. She had every trait you would expect an angel to have. Except she wasn’t an angel anymore of course. She was dead. Or at least supposed to be. Lucifer just stood in the doorway as she approached him. Lilith fidgeted in front of him as she tried to come up with the right words to introduce herself.

-“I’m really happy to actually-“

-She didn’t get to finish because Satan had embraced her almost immediately, almost like he was on auto mode and couldn’t help himself otherwise. She welcome the gesture, glad their first meeting wasn’t as awkward as she had predicted it would be. The eldest brother was watching, slightly in awe because, as far as he knew, the only person he had ever hugged before this was you.

-Of course, the spell had to be broken. Lucifer knew better than to step in and allowed his sister to explain. Satan was going to have a bad reaction nonetheless, but he might become even more aggressive if it was him delivering the news. Lilith never had to deal with this particular brother of hers or any of his fits but somehow, it was like she knew what to do.

- Their sister did her best to explain it to Satan as calmly as possible, as if that would make much of a difference. Satan remained oddly quiet throughout all of it, showing no reaction besides a neutral one. Lucifer found this strange. Yeah, his brother/son was usually the silent type, the sort of demon to think, not speak. But he expected some sort of emotion in there. Anything, really. Anger definitely. Maybe sorrow and misery. But not this.

-Lilith noticed the shaking before even Satan did. His body had just started convulsing on its own as he processed the idea of you laying there, unmoving and cold; dead. He involuntarily clenched his fists and he had to sit down before his legs gave over. Lucifer was still outright confused while Lilith struggled to soothe her brother. He hated feeling like this. All vulnerable and weak, like the skies of hell will fall on him and crush him. He was Satan for fuck’s sake. He was probably considered the most fearful creature in all of existence. He shouldn’t be feeling like this.

-But of course he did. You were always able to do that to him, bringing out that soft side of him he never knew he had. Or at least refused to acknowledge he had. The funny thing was, since you were the one being subjected to that side of his, he didn’t mind. Because you are MC, a literal ball of sunshine. Nothing him and his brothers deserved but you were still willing to spend time with them. The least they could have done was to protect you.

-They couldn’t even do that

-He couldn’t even do that

-Satan is even more retreated now than before, more hostile toward his own brothers and basically everyone else. He will snap at anyone for very minor reasons and lock himself up in the library even more than usual. Anything to get his mind off how much he must have disappointed you. It hurts too much to even hear your name being spoken. God forbid they choose another human to come down there as an exchange student because he will unleash all of his wrath on them on your behalf. How dare some lowly human try to replace you? He’s more prone to fits of anger now too. Long gone is his self control and calmness.

-The one person that understood him was dead. The one person he allowed himself to be close to and genuinely kind to was gone forever. Satan will never get over this. Or the fact that you were smiling so brightly before you died.

Asmo:

-He’s just so sick of it. So so so sick of it. So sick of watching everyone he cares about either die or get taken away from him. If he was a mortal he would have probably gone crazy. Maybe he already reached insanity and just didn’t realise it. After all, everyone has a breaking point, even demons. And once you go beyond that point, your whole world will shatter.

-To him, it seems almost impossible that just that morning he had seen you at breakfast, laughing along with his brothers and overall just being the intriguing, silly human you were. You were right there! Right in front of him, talking to him like it was any other day. And now he has to deal with the unbearable fact that he will never hear your voice again.

-Asmo was out, hanging out at the Fall as usual, when he realised he had missed several, frantic calls from Mammon, who at that point wasn’t aware that you were long dead.

-He brushed him off, initially, thinking his brother was just having another one of his melodramatic moments. So the fifth born went around Majolish, basically buying everything he could get his hands on to ignore the uneasiness creeping up on him. He could feel something bad was happening. He just didn’t know what.

-At this point, he was a bit unsettled which is very unlike him. He is pretty optimistic as a whole so seeing him so startled and on alert was a sort of disturbing sight to see. Lucifer called him after lunch and told him to come home. Normally, Asmo wouldn’t have taken his older brother’s words too seriously but hearing his strained voice on the other side of the phone forced him into action.

-He rushed home, faster then he had ever done before., because let’s be honest, he prefers being outside of the house more often than not. He searched for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found. However, he bumped into Lucifer and Lilith in the middle of the upstair’s corridor in his frantic search for you.

-Unlike his brothers, Asmo noticed Lilith immediately, way before he even acknowledged his brother. It was such a shock to him that he thought for sure that he was hallucinating, though things like that never happened to him beforehand. Asmo stopped breathing for what felt like centuries because he didn’t want to raise his expectations, he didn’t to be disappointed if Lilith truly wasn’t there and he was just making her up. He didn’t want to deal with the grief once again.

-However, Lilith remained exactly where she was and flashed him one of her brilliant, warm smiles that he had loved so much back in the Celestial Realm. That he, on more than one occasion, tried to copy because he wanted to have as much in common with Lilith as possible. He wasn’t imagining her and the moment he realised this, he threw himself at her, the worry of his hair being ruined long forgotten and now his only concern was that she would dissipate in thin air.

-Lilith did not yield and embraced her brother, she gave enough hugs today to last her a lifetime but she couldn’t be happier to see her beloved brothers again. It took every ounce of strength on Lilith’a part not to burst into tears from both joy and sorrow.

-Lucifer hated this. He hated having to cut in the happy moment and lay down the bad news. But he had do it. Because no one else would. He was the eldest. He was responsible for everyone. A sadist he may very well be, but it absolutely destroys him to see his brothers suffering from such extreme distress. He told Asmo everything as bluntly as he could, thinking that ripping the bandaid straight off would result in a better outcome.

-It did not.

-Mammon’s reaction to your death was expected, but Asmo’s took both Lilith and Lucifer by surprise. They didn’t expect him to be as emotional as he ended up being and both of them handled it awkwardly because the Avatar of Lust was usually such a confident and admirable creature, it felt weird to see him act in such a way. He fell to his knees in a moment of pure despair and cried enough tears to drown himself in them later. He sobbed for a long time and did not stop immediately, instead going through several stages of weeping, from hiccuping to panting and then back to crying. It was an endless cycle of sadness.

-Lilith half carried half dragged him to his bedroom, while her other brother watched, a bit mesmerised. Asmo usually loved having company and now that his sister was back, he 100% needed it but at the same time, he wished to remain alone for a while. It would be painful but he needed to gather his feelings in one place before he could even put together a conclusion on how he was feeling. So they both left and with the door closed, all the air seemed to suffocate him and drag him into endless despair.

-Asmo received a lot of damage from your death, changing his personality very abruptly. Compared to his brothers, his change in attitude is not so subtle and now he basically hates anything that reminds him of you. He no longer enjoys hanging out or clubbing at the Fall or even go shopping anymore unless it’s necessary because those were things he used to do with you! And now, they seemed so pointless he often wondered what was the point of actually doing it. The only sort of satisfaction he gets is being in your room because if he closes his eyes, just for a moment, he can pretend you’re still there with him, whispering words of comfort to him.

-Yes, he still has one night stands and tries to seduce people left and right but it’s a sort of distraction more than anything else. He doesn’t do it out of need anymore, but out of desperation to get you out of his head. He’s also been sneaking to the Human Realm a lot as of late, as if hoping to randomly bump into you up even though it’s not possible and he knows it. He’s just torturing himself further. Hopeless. Just hopeless.

-You made him feel so much more than just Lust. And now that he had you, even if it was for just a short amount of time, Asmo knew he would never feel that way to anyone ever again. He would never fall in love with anyone ever again.

-He knew the risks of getting attached to a human. He knew how much he would suffer in the end. After all, humans are mortals, they are not destined to live for long. And yet he went and did it anyway because you were too amazing to ignore. You gave him something he never realised he yearned for and you left before he could reciprocate.

The Twins:

-Neither Lilith nor Lucifer was surprised to find the two of them together, relaxing in the attic. It’s common knowledge at this point that the twins have a hard time being separated. And especially more so than before after the whole attic incident, which concluded with them refusing to leave each other’s side. Usually, you were with them too, of course, for good measure. Obviously, they weren’t able to find you anywhere like everyone else. Belphie got tired of searching and just suggested that they go upstairs and that eventually you’ll joking them.

-Lucifer was, understandably, extremely worried at how the twins would react to all of this. Just seeing their adored sister in the same room as them would be more than enough to cause them to malfunction. But if he let them know that you died mere hours ago? And for smuggling Lilith’s soul back into existence no less? It would be chaos. At least with his other brothers, their reactions he could more or less predict. But the twins were slightly different. Especially Belphie. You can never really tell what goes on inside his head.

-Beel noticed his sister before Belphie did. He was so taken aback, he tumbled backwards and off the bed, accidentally dragging his twin with him. It was quite a comical fall actually. Lilith would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the circumstances. She missed them, of course. Truth is, she missed all of her brothers and their memories back in the Celestial Realm. It always hurt so much to think that she could see them but never really interact with any of them. Except through you since you were heir in a way.

-Beel was a mess, first of all. You can easily imagine the distress he was in at the sight of his little sister. His dead little sister. Dead because of him. It might’ve been centuries since Lilith fell from the heavens and got transformed into a human but he continued to carry that burden with him because how could he not? He should’ve been able to save both Lilith and Belphie even though, logistically speaking, it would’ve been impossible. He saw the despair in her eyes right before she disappeared below the clouds. That image had and will haunt him for the rest of his eternal days.

-He was on his knees before her in a split second, grabbing the hems of her sleeves and sobbing into them as if the whole of DevilDom was about to crash down on all of them. Beel was yelling incoherently, switching between begging for forgiveness and stuttering mid sentence, unable to get the rights words out. The whole mansion was filled with his distraught weeping and he just couldn’t stop.

-His sister knelt down and embraced him, almost awkwardly because of the position they were in, as she began crying as well. Out of exhaustion more than anything. She’s dealt with so many breakdowns in one day that she couldn’t handle holding her emotions in anymore. With the death of her descendant and the sorrow of her brothers, she wished from the bottom of her heart she had just stayed dead because everything would have turned out alright that way.

-Belphie was more cautious. He stood at the back of the room, watching as his sister hugged Beel and sort of held him in a way that would quieten him down. Careful. He casted Lucifer a glance, as if to ask “what the hell is going on?” before once again staring at the ridiculous sight before him. Usually, he wasn’t one to look to his eldest brother for help. There was some dangerous hatred he harboured for him deep in his heart after all. But he was so confused and conflicted, he couldn’t fight the urge to seek guidance from him.

-Lucifer didn’t know how long it had been since he last saw his youngest brother be that openly vulnerable. It felt like an eternity now, to be honest. He was like a rock hard, clamped sea shell since their fall as angels. He walked over to him and placed his hand on Belphie’s shoulder. For the first time in millenniums, his brother didn’t try to swat it away.

-“Lilith is back.”

-That was all he needed. Those three words. As soon as Lucifer finished his sentence, he ran straight into his siblings who were still crying on the floor. He almost bulldozed them over if it wasn’t for Beel’s strength. The youngest landed on top of them, almost starting to cry as well. Beel, seemingly tired himself out so much that he went a bit limp in Lilith’s arms, still gripping onto her for dear life as if she were on the verge of disappearing again.

-“MC is dead.”

-It was a horribly timed moment to drop that bomb in, to be fair. Lucifer tried saying it as casually as he could but he could hear his own voice crack and see his own hands tremble. His mind was focused but his body had betrayed him. The twins were so into the moment, so glad to see their sister after all this time, it was almost like they didn’t hear him. So he repeated the statement, this time in a more composed manner. Belphie immediately reacted. He got off his siblings and straightened his back, glaring at Lucifer in shock from the other side of the room. Beel stayed where he was, but craned his neck to gawk at Lucifer, who was standing solemnly, waiting for the predicted chaos. Lilith closed her eyes and winced.

-Beel was in outright denial which was surprising. He wouldn’t, or rather refused, to accept that you could be dead. I mean, the idea itself was propestrous, right? You’ve almost died once and you managed to outdo death. Or more accurately, your future self did. You could do it again, couldn’t you? Just the image of you laying dead somewhere was enough to send him in panic and another, this time almost silent, meltdown. He seized fistfuls of his hair and pulled, as a method of escaping the pain that came with the thoughts of you and death being correlated in any way. If Lilith’s death wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, this sure as hell was. Could demons go insane? Probably. Beel certainly felt like he was. Even with Lilith there comforting him, he had the impression he couldn’t stand or even look up from the floor.

-Belphie didn’t make a move to aid his brother or help his sister. He stood, teeth gritted and jaw clenched, staring at his oldest brother with an odd gleam in his eyes. For a few moments, he was motionless. Then, he turned on his heel and marched out of the attic, slamming the door behind him so hard that the whole room shook. Lucifer didn’t try to stop him. It would be meaningless anyway. He wouldn’t listen to him. And his sister was still occupied with Beel, who kept mumbling with tears trailing down his cheeks about everything being his fault and not being there when he should have.

-The twins did not even go through the same stages of mourning their brothers did. Beel was dealing with the grief of someone incredibly close to him by eating even more than he normally would, causing his siblings quite a bit of concern. But they couldn’t argue much. He was the epitome of gluttony in the end. Belphie didn’t change much in terms of his daily activities. He slept as much as he could during the day. And at night, he stargazed as he always did. But more bitterly than usual, despising the fact that he wasn’t going to enjoy another starry night with you ever again. He didn’t blame you for dying. He was angry you left and to do something so stupid as bringing Lilith back in return for your lost soul. He was angry you couldn’t be selfish for once and let yourself be happy with them.

-He was angry at Mammon too. He learned he was supposed to be with you earlier that day. He wasn’t. And now the two aren’t speaking. For some reason, he is slightly upset with Lucifer too but that is only because he was the one who delivered the sad news. But most of all, he was very furious with himself. Because he promised that he would never let anything happen to you again after the whole choking incident. He swore on his honour as a demon to protect you and he couldn’t.

-Don’t tell him they’re bringing another exchange student in. He will kill them. He 100% will kill them. He doesn’t want to replace you. And neither does Beel. He would probably eat the new student within a few minutes. But it would take a while until all of that is sorted out. After all, even Diavolo himself is bound to be mourning in his own way. Not like you were meant to know, but you were definitely the favourite child exchange student.

-It wasn’t fair you had to leave. It wasn’t fair that you didn’t even get to say goodbye. It wasn’t fair that the three of you couldn’t spend more time together. Beel won’t be able to ever taste your cooking again and Belphie won’t have anyone to cuddle with in the morning and be generally lazy with. And again, they had even more of a reason to curse their father for ruining the one good thing that’s happened to them since their glory days as angels.

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-The 7 brothers will continue to grieve your death for the rest of eternity, be assured. Their sister just as much of course. And at some point, the whole of DevilDom had to in a way as the prince himself wasn’t his usual, peppy self. At least Lilith’s presence had a calming effect on them but not one that could compare to the trauma of knowing you were truly gone. They would wait and with time, there will be healing.

-Except time doesn’t heal anyone’s wounds. It just teaches them how to deal with the pain.

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This took so much longer than planned, Jesus Christ! I guess I was really unhappy with it at some point and gave up, then sort of rewrote it which took a while. And now it’s done! I’m sort of proud on how it turned out. A bit cliche but I feel like it created the right atmosphere. Also, the last quote above is a favourite of mine that I thought would be a good idea to add in.

The twins are joined because I thought it would not only save time but also make more sense since the two are together almost all the time. Hope no one is upset I didn’t do the twins separately, it would’ve taken even longer then!

To add, 1,080 followers???? Wtf, I haven’t even posted anything in a while, thank you so much! You’re all too nice istg.

@doggonudez asked me to tag them in this post, so I hope this actually works lmao.

Al~

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squidlyskeet · 3 years

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Joy Ride -.006

Pairing: StreetRacer!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Genre: TokyoDrift!au, Noquirks!au

Status: Ongoing

TW: Violence, Blood, firearms, eventual nsfw, 18+, mentions of anxiety and OCD disorders, grand theft auto, gang activity, eventual soft yandere Bakugou.

Summary:

It started with a simple question. “What do you say Y/n? You coming?”

After the sudden death of her mother, Y/n is sent to live with her estranged aunt who made a home in Tokyo, Japan. Weary of what this new adventure might mean for her future, Y/n lets loose for her first night there, but how was Y/n supposed to know it would lead to a car chase? A car chase in the passenger seat of a very angry, very hot, street racer’s super car.

A/n: Bold Italics means the words are spoken in Japanese. -Squidlyskeet ✌🏻✌🏻

💥Bakugou’s POV💥

I parked the car on the road in front of Noels house. I’d been there a few times over the years to meet with Mirio about different jobs and organizing patrols. I was happy that I could finally just get this part of the night done and over with, but sighed heavily as I remembered what the next part of my night would consist of.

I’d probably have to walk on eggshells to avoid a bullet to the head where Mirio and I were going.

I looked over to where Y/N was curled up in my passenger seat. I didn’t want to wake her up, after all she did mention that she just got off a plane this morning. She must be exhausted with jet lag and the events of today. I was also hesitant to try and remove her from the seat and attempt to carry her inside. I was already frustrated with myself for allowing her sweet nature to somehow affect me the way it did, and I didn’t want to make it worse by literally touching her.

And god forbid she wakes up and catches me trying to carry her. Or Mirio. I’d never live it down, and that’s unacceptable. I couldn’t have people thinking I was going soft, or worse that I was going soft for some dumb girl.

Maybe I should just open the door and kick her out.

Nah, that’s douch-

“What the fuck are you doing man?” Mirio’s voice was directly outside my window and I jumped, whipping my head to the side and preparing to throw my body in front of Y/n’s.

I could feel my blood pressure rise when I realized it was just the overgrown oaf, and my face flushed with anger at the intrusion while I was trying to focus.

I was pissed he caught me overthinking about carrying Y/n inside too.

“Nothing you baboon idiot.” I whisper screamed back, trying to keep the peacefully sleeping Y/n undisturbed.

She seemed to be full of curious questions, and the last thing I needed was her asking where I was headed in some kind of dumb attempt to feign worry about me. I also just didn’t want to have to lie to her, she seemed so..free and pure. Free of the darkness that wrapped around and tainted my life with an endless string of one complication after the next. One death after the next. One lonely night after the next.

I felt like if I lied to her about something, even after only knowing her for this short period of time, I’d sully her innocence. Darken that lightness that she let shine so brightly for me tonight. That’s why I couldn’t see her in anything but passing again after this, I couldn’t risk letting myself dwell on the stir she created in my stomach. I had to leave at least one thing in my life untainted.

I growled at my own thoughts, not understanding why I couldn’t just let this sappy shit go. It wasn’t like she was some kind of friend to me, hell I’d only known her for one night.

That didn’t change the fact that she had gotten a reaction out of me anyways, even being the irrelevant extra she is.

“Alright then, let me grab Y/n and go give Noel a kiss goodbye and I’ll be back out so we can go.” Mirio replied, unphased by my obvious disrespect to him.

It never irritated him, and it got under my skin. Usually this kind of shit would progress when we were together, and it would get to the point where Mirio and I would spar into the late hours of the night. Each of us trying to prove something to the other.

He that I couldn’t push people around whenever I wanted to get what I want, and I that even if it was still fifty fifty between us, that I could still wipe the floor with his oversized ass. Even if it was only half the time.

“Tch. Whatever.” I replied, watching from the corner of my eye as he rounded the car and quietly opened Y/n’s door.

He gently picked her up, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. I had to suppress a growl, words that I knew would only cause problems threatening to spew out my mouth like word vomit.

I was mad at myself, had I known she was such a heavy damn sleeper I would have just done it myself when I first got here.

My eyes laser focused when he stood straight and Y/n’s limp sleeping body -my hoodie still draped over her- almost slipped from his hand around her back and I jumped. I knew logically that I was still in the driver's seat and could do nothing if he actually did drop her. That didn’t stop the irritation at myself for not just doing it myself, where I could make sure she made it safely inside.

He quickly adjusted his hold, and frowned.

“What’s the matter with you dumbass, be careful with her.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and he raised his brows at me.

“I was, she is just sleeping like a rock. I wasn’t expecting her to flop around like a noodle. Man she must have been tired,” He started laughing quietly, shaking his head as he turned and started walking inside. He paused, turning his head to the side to say something else, voice suddenly serious. “Start my car for me.”

More code terms.

I sent him an okay sign, and forced thoughts of Y/n out of my mind. Trying to get into the headspace I needed, I got to work.

I waited until the door shut behind Mirio to exit the car. I knew she was sleeping but I wanted to make absolutely certain Y/n didn’t see anything.

I swung my door open and rounded the car to the trunk, I looked around before opening it, and then opening the false bottom.

When someone from the Side Riders said ‘start my car’ they didn’t really mean for you to start their car. In fact it was considered disrespectful to get in the driver's seat of someone else’s ride, let alone start it. What it really meant was to make sure you're locked and loaded, ready to defend yourself and your territory.

It was meant as a way to let your squad know that you didn’t know what you were rolling into, coded to make sure no one caught on that whoever was riding with you was strapped to the teeth with weapons.

I sighed as I looked down at the cubby beneath the false bottom, debating on what gun I’d use in case things went south. I knew I should pick something small, but before I could even try to convince myself, my hand was reaching for the heavy fire power of the automatic rifle.

I held the box of ammo when I heard the door open again. I quickly held the gun out of sight when I looked up, sighing in relief to find it was only Mirio. I could tell he was switching his mindset to work mode, the usual warmth of his features melting into a dark, unforgiving grimace. The cold emotionless depths of his eyes was an expression I was familiar with. I stared at it everyday in the mirror.

“You strapped?” The wording reminded me of when he asked if Y/n was strapped correctly into my passenger seat. She was, I checked. Eight times.

My chest warmed, thinking of her struggling to get the damn things unbuckled.

*a/n: it’s safe to say everything from this point on will be spoken in Japanese without bold italics*

I sighed at the memory, because, this time he was talking about weapons.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I replied, as I finished loading the rifle and closed the trunk.

His only acknowledgement was a flick of his wrist as he started toward his car. I made my way back to my own, opening the door and placing the gun barrel down on my passenger seat floor.

I hadn’t noticed before when I was in the car, but after getting out and then back in it hit me full force. It smelled like her. I tried not to think about how the smell of vanilla and lavender tea left a haze clouding my mind. I also refused to acknowledge the deep breaths I was taking while I pushed in the clutch and pressed the start button on the dash.

We started our engines at the same time, usually the sound did nothing but bring me peace and excitement. This time though, I cringed. The force of the cars starting shook the ground with a deep rumble, and I glanced at the house making sure no lights flicked on.

When I was sure she was still passed out, I fiddled with the screen on my dash, putting on some music and waiting for Mirio to pull off the road ahead of me.

I had a thought then and allowed self indulge, even for just a moment.

How did that song she put on go?

I hummed it to myself, as I tried to remember the English words.

Oh, yeah.

I typed it into the search bar and pressed play.

The deep soothing beats pumped from my speakers as Mirio finally pulled away from the curb.

I followed him, unsure of what exactly we were getting ourselves into but ready for anything.

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Thirty minutes later, after Monoma joined us somewhere along the way, we pulled into an open parking lot surrounded by abandoned warehouses on all sides. My guard immediately went up as I followed Mirio to the already parked cars sitting in the middle.

All of them blacked out and all of them with a red rose emblem on the side.

Except one.

The gaudy car in the middle seemed so out of place with all the rides built for racing surrounding it. While ours were expensive, they were built for racing. This one was built for the rich, made to sit in the lap of luxury and look good doing it.

It was a show, put on to try and intimidate us but I refused. The fact that they would even try had rage building under my skin, and it was almost unbearable to contain when I noticed the men of the Yakuza leaning against their hoods, all with a weapon of some sort.

I pulled up and parked next to Mirio, Monoma following me and doing the same. I looked through our windows asking Mirio a silent question, he shook his no. I was mad, but I trusted his judgement and quietly accepted as I released my grip on the stock of the rifle.

I opened my door and got out, I made a show of a leisure walk. Hands behind my head and a smirk on my face, I knew without looking that both Mirio and Monoma flanked my left and right sides. No matter the smallest of differences or rivalry’s, brothers never step to their enemies alone.

“Well? Where is he?” I asked, my tone coming out a lot more relaxed than I felt.

One of the men nodded his head at whoever was in the passenger seat. I tried to see if it was him, but I couldn’t see past the tinted windows.

A man stepped out of the drivers, rounding the car to the back seat facing us. The boss’s bodyguard. Shoji Mezo. A towering man, muscles stacked on each other like a brick wall.

Man, I hope he said something stupid. I’d love to take a crack at him.

He pulled open the door, and to my surprise, a heeled foot stepped out onto the pavement first. My mood instantly darkened when I realized who it was. Why was this bitch everywhere tonight?

“Hello Katsu.” Her greeting was a soft purr as she addressed me with the nickname she gave me all those years ago. I felt my face twist into a sneer before I forced myself to relax as she stepped out of the car fully.

She had changed out her red ensemble from earlier tonight into some gaudy sparkly evening dress, if you could call it that, that is. The fabric hugged her curves tightly, and asymmetrical cut outs flaunted most of her tanned unblemished skin.

I was happy to find I didn’t have a reaction to it anymore.

This was just another one of his dramatics, a way for the boss to try and exert some kind of nonexistent dominance of me. I couldn’t let it get to me.

“It’s been a long time hasn’t it Katsu? You’re looking extra delicious tonight..” Her sickly sweet voice dripped with sarcasm.

It disgusted me that for two long years, I let that same condescending tone lead me around like a lost puppy. Now that I had been out of the relationship for a year, I could see where I went wrong. I let her soft words and her curves distract me from her actions.

“Camie.” I greeted back with a slight bow of my head, keeping my voice cold and detached.

“Camie darling, what have I told you about playing with the help.” A deep voice called from behind her.

“Oh Tenny baby, it’s nothing to worry about, I was just having some fun.” She replied, as she worked her acting skills on the Boss getting out of the car.

“Bakugou, Togata, Monoma. How are my favorite squad leaders tonight?” He asked, a false pretense at friendship.

Tenya Iida.

Leader and boss of the Tokyo Yakuza, and squad leader of the South Side Riders.

He wore a three piece pinstripe suit, and expensive loafers. His face was tense and his strong jawline was clenched, which proved my point further at his false friendliness.

“Boss.” The three of us said in unison. A deeper bow given by all of us.

I hated saying the word out loud or admitting that he was above me in any way. To not show respect though, would result in an immediate death execution style. While I was more than willing to put Iida in his place, I couldn’t do much with my only defense still sitting on my passenger seat floor.

“Does anyone want to tell me why you are here tonight?” He spoke up again, not acknowledging our greeting.

I guess we were getting right into it.

None of us answered.

All of us knew better than to assume.

It really lit a fire under my ass that I had to stand here and act like the man standing before me was some kind of royalty. He was my age for christ’s sake.

“No one has anything? Let me break it down for you then,” He started toward us, clearing the space between the gap in a few strides before stopping in front of Mirio. “Tonight while you trash we’re out in your little race cars, having a pissing match on who is the fastest one of my warehouses was raided.” He said, his expression one of complete calm.

We still didn’t speak up.

While I knew I couldn’t say anything, I never let my gaze leave his face. Silently challenging his authority with my uninterrupted glare.

“No one has anything to say then?” His arms raised in amusement as he turned back around to address his men. “Did you hear that guys? No one has anything to say.” He was laughing as he said it.

Before he whipped his body around, his arm flying through the air with his fist clenched. It landed on Mirio’s face with a sickening crack. He didn’t knock the man over, no I don’t think Iida could even if he wanted to. While it was a hard hit, his form was sloppy and wasn’t well placed. Mirio’s probably taken more painful hits from Noel, if I’m being honest.

I did my best to hide my snicker that escaped at the thought.

“I’m sorry? Was there something you wanted to say Bakugou?” He addressed me then, blank features finally cracking into a sneer.

“Well I-.” I was cut off abruptly when another one of Iida’s fists came flying at my face.

I saw it coming from a mile away, but had to stand there and take it as I didn’t want an entire team of trained henchmen actively trying to murder me.

I was right when I said it was a hard hit. His fist made contact with my right eye socket, and it sent my head flying backwards. Pain instantly throbbed through my skull, but I’d die before I ever let it show to this dumpster fire.

Mirio had the same idea as he didn’t even hold his nose that was currently gushing blood.

“What about you Monoma? Care to explain?” He asked the third member of our group, who, like an obedient dog, lowered his eyes and kept silent.

I wanted to scoff but the thought of being on the receiving end of another hit right to the eye kept the sound inside my throat. Iida nodded his head and backed up a few paces, talking to all of us at once.

“If I find out that you little street rats had something to do with this, especially if your little dick measuring contest was being shut down as some kind of distraction,” He cracked his knuckles before rubbing them, letting me know that the punches probably hurt him just as bad as us. “I’ll kill you and every single member of your families.”

He paused before looking back up at me.

“I also want that car painted Bakugou, you were on the news tonight. Making headlines in that god awful orange machine you call a car. I want it parked back at the shop and it better not fucking move again until it’s a different color. I can’t have the police after us every fucking time an orange sports car was spotting going 200mph plus.” I gritted my teeth at his words.

Who in the fuck did this extra think he was. The orange was practically a fucking trademark, I was about to let loose on him when he smirked.

He could tell I was struggling to keep my mouth shut. Just like him though, he had to add the gasoline to my already burning hot inferno.

“Also..Bakugou?,” He stopped walking back to his car to turn to me one more time. “Who was that adorable little thing in the Nav seat you had with you?”

Don’t react. Don’t react. Don’t fucking react Katsuki.

“Just some Nav Hoe who wanted a good time.” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. My heart thundered in my chest.

He knew he had me, but all he did was smirk and grab Camie by the waist while getting into his car.

Iida popped back around the door, his features cold and distant, expecting full attention.

“I forgot to mention I have a job for you in a few days, if one of my patrons doesn’t fork up twenty thousand by then.” He flicked his wrist in dismissal.

Shoji slammed the door shut behind them, and got into the driver's seat. The rest of the men followed suit, a chorus of doors slamming and motors starting.

I held my breath until the last of the cars rumbled away from us. Not one of us moved until the opulent parade was out of sight.

“FUCKK.” I screamed, pulling at my hair and finally releasing the breath I held inside.

“Shit man. Shit shit shit. Noel is gonna kill me. Like literally slaughter me. That was her only stipulation. That Y/n was to go unnoticed.” Mirio’s own hands were carding through his blonde tresses as he started pacing back and forth.

“That’s really what you guys are worried about?” Monoma finally spoke up, his usual taunting features pinched tight in concern.

“He’s onto us. He fucking saw straight through that little plan you put together Mirio.” Monoma added.

“He’s only suspicious, so just calm the hell down you psycho. If he would have known for sure, we would be dead right now.” I shot back at him.

“We stick to the plan. We’ll keep taking down his warehouses. We just have to figure out a way to do it without looking so obvious next time. We’ll try something else other than staging a race. There Has to be other ways” Mirio was arguing with himself more than us, but it pissed me off nonetheless.

“Why’d you even fucking bring Y/n to that stupid race, Mirio. You knew it would get shut down in the first place. You were the one who called the damn race chasers.” I yelled at him, needing to take some frustrations and place the blame before it exploded inside me.

“Her mom just died. She literally just hopped off a plane from across the country this morning. Noel and I just wanted to cheer her up a little. How the hell were we supposed to know it would turn into this,” He stopped pacing and turned to face me, fists clenched. He was obviously pissed too. “And if you wanna start throwing around accusations, why the hell did you fucking agree to let her be your Navigator?” Mirio’s teeth were clenched while he pointed a finger at me.

“Hey guys-“ Monoma tried to cut in before I shoved his skinny frame to the side, pointing back into Mirio’s face.

“Shouldn’t she be mourning or something then rather than be at an illegal race? I tried not allowing her into the car, but Kaminari threatened to call Tenya if I didn't,” My anger was reaching a peak, but I tried to keep it under wraps. “I couldn’t exactly explain to him why that would have been a bad idea, seeing as we literally had plans for the police to shut down the race. Why didn’t you just make her get out of the car? You were standing right there. You could’ve just taken over and forced her to stay. YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE CHASED DOWN BY A HELICOPTER, AND YOU LET HER COME ANYWAYS YOU DUMB FUCK.” I screamed, I was trying to keep my cool but panic was gripping my throat.

I knew I needed to calm down before it got out of hand, but the thought of Tenya Iida taking an interest in Y/n had me entirely on edge.

“Well I couldn’t exactly throw tradition to the wind in front of an entire outfit of Riders Bakugou, the south side was watching. If I had given her the exception it would have caused Iida to notice her,” He stepped closer to me, face to face. “Which fucking reminds me.”

“WHAT A FAT FUCKING LOAD OF GOOD THAT DI-,” My sentence was cut off by a flying fist to the face.

Unlike Tenya Iida’s, Mirio’s perfectly formed uppercut had my entire body flying backwards. This hit hurt a lot more than the sissy punishment Iida tried to dole out.

“Son of a bitch-that hurt.” I groaned, holding my nose that thankfully still felt unbroken. The blood gushing from it was an entirely different story, as it flooded my nostrils and dripped onto my shirt.

“That’s for putting Y/n’s life at risk. You probably scared the little chick half to death.” Mirio explained.

I almost smirked, thinking back to the thousand watt smile stretched across her beautiful face as I pushed my car a little harder than I felt like I ever had. Experimenting to see if her smile would grow if I went faster. It did.

I huffed as I just sat my ass right on the ground. Mirio and Monoma followed suit shortly afterward, I could feel the tension leave my body as exhaustion creeped in. I could fall asleep right here on the ground if they would let me. I knew they wouldn’t though. If for no other reason than because I had orders to paint my car.

I turned to look back at it, she needed body work after tonight’s escapades. So at least I could fix those. It caused a pang of hurt to flow through me. I painted it orange for a reason, my mom loved the color. It was her favorite and while she hated that I followed in her footsteps, especially when she found out I’d be a squad leader, she loved my car. Sometimes I’d go to the home she was in and take her out on a Sunday stroll.

How would anyone recognize me? How would Y/n recognize me? I’ve already come to terms with the fact that I couldn’t see her personally again but how would she know it was me, passing her on the street, or watching me race.

I growled. I wouldn’t give up the orange entirely, but I’d still follow orders.

“So what do we do now?” Monoma spoke up again, trying to find a solution for our very real, very big problem.

“Well, obviously throwing the race did no good to try and prove that we had nothing to do with the warehouse raids. I figured that if he saw we were at a race, and that it was shut down and covered by the news he would see that we were too busy to be leaking information to the police. Or that he’d come to his own conclusion, and he was still suspicious, as he very well should be, but he doesn’t need to know that.” Mirio said, rubbing his chin in thought.

“We’ll regroup and come up with a better plan when we are all not dead on our feet. We all just need to shower and get some sleep, we’ll figure out a new plan afterwards,” I stated, effectively shutting down the conversation with no reluctance from the peanut gallery. “What are we going to do about Y/n? He’s obviously noticed her, and he’ll try something. If not for anything else but to get under my- our skin. He doesn’t know why, but he knows she’s important.” I continued, this was one topic that we had to make a plan for as soon as possible.

“Well you know I have close eyes on Noel all the time, I have her with me almost constantly, and when I don’t I have my men follow her. She doesn’t know the last part so don’t say anything, but we’ll need something like that with her. I’d do it myself, but I already have my hands full with Noel. There aren’t many other people I trust with something like this.” Mirio’s example was perfect, we’ll assign her an escort.

Another term used by the Riders. Essentially a bodyguard that protects, with just a few more duties than what that job usually consists of. Making sure they know where the person is at all times, being their own personal driver, running errands if they need it, and in worst case scenarios, slaughtering potential threats.

Usually you could tell which of the Riders were escorts and which ones weren’t. The Riders who had names on the passenger seat headrests were the ones to look out for. It was a way to let others know they had someone they’d kill for, and wouldn’t hesitate to do so if the need for it arose.

The job was usually only taken up officially by the Riders who had significant others, being their escort and doing so willingly and happily. It was a tiring job, one that demanded constant vigilance and a lot of times undivided attention. I’d know, I did it for Camie for two years, before I caught her on her knees with a mouth full of Tenya Iida that is.

The sudden hurt I felt as the memory flashed in my head surprised me. I hated the feeling and anger flashed in my heart just as it did back then when I walked in on it. It wasn’t Camie per se that caused my hurt, it was more the fact that I’d put aside my hostility for someone. I’d practically dedicated my life to someone, spending all my time, my money, and my sanity trying to please another person, only for them to turn around and pull some shady bullshit like that?

The spending money part wasn’t necessarily a rule you had to follow, but Riders made obscene amounts of money racing, and doing jobs for the Yakuza. Riders had a tendency to spend a lot of money, unafraid to blow thousands on their rides, why wouldn’t they do so on the person important enough to them that they would be their escort.

“I do the same with Kendo, so I can’t offer up my services with her either.” Monoma’s words brought me back to reality, and away from thoughts of remembering the hell that was being Camies escort.

“What about Amajiki?” Mirio said.

I immediately felt my temper flare again, thinking back to when Y/n asked me if I thought Amajiki would let her be his Navigator. My mind shut it down almost as quickly as I shut her down.

“You’re gonna entrust her care with that shaking leaf of a man? Not to mention that he’s rolled two cars in the last year?” I questioned the burly man sitting next to me.

“You’re right, he wouldn’t know what to do. How about anyone on your squad?” He inquired, still deep in thought.

My brain picked out all the people I would even consider letting Y/n be protected by. Only three came to mind.

Kirishima, Deku, and Sero, maybe if you squinted Shoto.

Kirishima was immediately out, as he was waiting to escort someone else. A tiny little foreign girl who worked at a bakery or something.

Deku was the same, he had Ochako.

Sero, once I thought it over, was out too. He was a playboy, and while I trusted him on my squad I had no intention of letting him near Y/n.

Shoto was a no too, only because the thought of seeing her in his passenger seat made me want to skin that half and half bastard to an unrecognizable degree.

I shook my head in denial at his question, and my mouth moved before I could stop the words from coming out

“I’ll do it.”

Mirio choked on his spit and whipped his head to me, his shell shocked expression giving away his surprise.

“What?”

“Did I stutter? I said I’ll do it. I’ll be Y/n’s escort.” I said, holding in my accusations that he was trying to imply that I wasn’t capable.

“Are you sure? I mean after Camie and all-” Mirio started.

“Y/n isn’t Camie. And we aren’t together. So it makes no fucking difference,” I heaved myself off the ground, walking back to my car with my hands in my pockets. “It’s settled then. I’ll have Kaminari and Shinsou fill in temporarily until I get this fucking car painted and get some sleep.” I said over my shoulder, noticing that both men were on their way back to their own.

“You better take care of her Bakugou, I’ll kill you if you don’t.” I heard Mirio yell to me as he paused before getting into his car.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment sliding into my own drivers seat.

I didn’t say anything out loud, but I silently agreed that if I didn’t I’d let him kill me.

I started my car and looked over to the empty headrest of the passenger seat.

This was such a bad idea.

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toorusbaby · 3 years

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second choice, pt. 6

this is the final part! ^^ i want to give a huge thank you to everybody who gave this fic a chance. i was surprised i got the reaction i did and it only encouraged me to write more. thank you for allowing me to share this story with you all <3 i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

summary: being in love with hajime iwaizumi is like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. it’s thrilling as it is exciting, but you feel a little lightheaded... because he doesn’t know how you feel. the worst part? he thinks you’re in love with his best friend.

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 1,615

Your ungloved hand toyed with the keychain of your purse when the two of you turned the corner and onto the street where your house was. The windows were dark, signifying that your parents were probably in sound asleep. Unlocking the small front gate, you gestured for Iwaizumi to walk with you up your porch steps so you could properly thank him.

Now at your front door, you turned to face the green eyed boy. Your close proximity was nothing new anymore; being by his side for the entirety of the day meant you weren’t too flustered when you were near him. Even though you weren’t able to confess earlier, you knew there would be other opportunities to do so. Today was beyond amazing and you definitely didn’t want the universe to think you were being greedy.

“I had a lot of fun, Iwa. Thank you for today and for walking me home,” You smiled up at Iwaizumi who grinned down at you with a hand resting behind his neck.

“You know, I think I’m the one who has to do the thanking,” the ace gently poked your forehead with his index finger, making you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “So thanks for inviting me. Next time, I’ll take you somewhere that’ll blow you away… well, at least I hope it does.”

“We’ll see about that,” You responded, toying with the ends of your scarf when Iwaizumi turned to walk down the porch steps. Wait a minute, the scarf!

“Wait, I still have your scarf!” You called out, rushing to take the navy blue fabric off. When he turned around, the sight of you panicking over something as simple as returning his scarf to him tugged at Iwaizumi’s heartstrings. Memories of the two of you on the bridge earlier that day flashed in the ace’s mind, your flushed cheeks but determined expression unforgettable. It was evident to Iwaizumi that you weren’t going to finish what you were going to tell him any time soon, the way you were muttering small apologies for keeping him ‘out late enough’ on the walk to your house.

On the train back home, it had taken Iwaizumi some time to connect the dots. Eventually, the boy had pieced everything together… for the most part. Although he couldn’t be certain about your feelings, he felt somewhat confident about where your heart was and who it might have belonged to. Despite the possibility of being proven wrong and embarrassing himself, Iwaizumi was exhausted of beating around the bush. The boy had been pining after you for so long, he wasn’t aware of just how tired he was.

He was tired of referring to himself as the second choice, hidden in Oikawa’s shadow. He was tired of letting you slip through his fingers. He was tired of letting not doing anything to get his point across. He was tired of letting his insecurities refrain him from telling you the truth about his feelings. Most of all, he was tired of holding himself back.

The boy made his way back up the steps and onto your porch, fondly watching as you walked towards him. “Here you go,” You grinned and handed the garment back to Iwaizumi. “I’m glad I didn’t forgetー”

Without a word, Iwaizumi placed the scarf over your shoulders. Before you could even process what was happening, he gently brought your body closer to his by pulling on the ends of the soft fabric.

Both of your chests were pressed against each other, eyes locked on one another. Your hands quickly gripped onto the wing spiker’s biceps to steady yourself, face flushing at the feeling of his arms that were instinctively securely wrapped around your lower and upper back. With wide eyes, you stared up at the boy, a small gasp leaving your body from the sudden action. The way the night sky behind Iwaizumi had illuminated a glowing aura around his body made your heart race, but it was the way he gazed at you that made your stomach do flips.

“Y/N,” Iwaizumi spoke in a low tone, almost as if he wanted only you to hear him speak. The vibrations of his voice rumbling against your chest caused your breathing to hitch. Even though it was dark out, you could still see the jade in the eyes of the boy you found yourself in love with. Iwaizumi’s quick glance at your lips didn’t go unnoticed, the small pink of his tongue peeking out to moisturize his own. Your thoughts were jumbled, your mind focused on how Iwaizumi moved one hand from behind your back to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You weren’t quite sure how you were still breathing.

You swallowed, begging your heartbeat to relax. “What is it, Haji?”

Iwaizumi lifted his ungloved hand to cup your cheek, his other arm gently holding you in place against him. You completely forgot that you and him were still sharing gloves. The feeling of your soft skin against his palm was warm to the touch, igniting flames throughout Iwaizumi’s chest. You watched him close his eyes for a brief moment before inhaling.

Instinctively, you nuzzled your cheek in the palm of his hand; there was no point in hiding the fact that you were enjoying every moment of what was happening. It was probably already obvious to the boy that you were head over heels for him.

When Iwaizumi’s eyes reopened, the words left his mouth before he could blink.

“I’m in love with you.”

Gazing at your face, Iwaizumi was disheartened to see your lips parted in shock. Met with an unbearable silence that lasted a beat too long for his comfort, the ace muttered a curse before loosening his arms. Then, he shut his eyes out of embarrassment.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. That was really stupid of me.”

It wasn’t a second later when Iwaizumi’s eyes found themselves wide open when he felt you press your lips against his.

To say Iwaizumi was stunned was an understatement. Never did he imagine that he would get the opportunity to kiss you; but here you were, kissing him first. His eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, his hand behind your back tightening once more, despite the bag of his mother’s desserts in his grip dangling behind you.

On your tippy toes, you held onto Iwaizumi’s shoulders to balance yourself, smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t help it after all. Having the Hajime Iwaizumi confess his feelings to you exceeded your wildest imagination. You knew asking him out for the day would be worth it, despite the interruption on the bridge. Pure joy consumed you, your heartbeat ringing in your ears. In that very moment, you didn’t mind the sound of it.

You could feel the pad of Iwaizumi’s thumb gently stroking your cheek when he tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your head spun, your hands moving on their own to clasp behind the volleyball player’s neck, pulling him in even closer. When you felt a smile forming on Iwaizumi’s lips, you couldn’t help but softly giggle into the kiss. Out of breath, you were the first to pull away.

The dazed, giddy expression on your face when you smiled up at him, out of breath, caused Iwaizumi to blush and chuckle. He was feeling proud of himself, prouder than he had felt in a long time. It was his kiss that took your breath away; not anybody else’s.

For the first time in his life, Hajime Iwaizumi didn’t feel as if he was the second choice.

The look of love in Iwaizumi’s eyes caused you to kiss the corner of the wing spiker’s lips, laying your head on his shoulder afterwards. You gazed up at him, the night sky creating a twinkle in your eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that... and this, for years, you know.”

With a toothy grin and dark blush on his face, Iwaizumi's eyes lingered on yours.

“So… I’m guessing you feel the same way? Or at least I hope you do.”

Laughter escaped both of your mouths, with Iwaizumi gently shushing you with a peck to the lips in order to not disturb your neighbors and sleeping parents. When you met the gaze of the spiky haired boy once more, tears made their way to your eyes. You quickly blinked them away with a chuckle but Iwaizumi used the pads of his thumbs to brush them away. When you cursed at yourself for being dramatic at a time like this, Iwaizumi only smiled and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Hajime, I’ve been waiting to confess for the longest time,” You breathed out. “I was going to confess at the bridge, but you know…” You trailed off, biting your bottom lip sheepishly when you heard Iwazumi mutter something about beating Oikawa to pulp. “But you’re right,” Unclasping your hands from behind his neck, you lifted your head up and held onto his biceps, a sweet smile plastered on your face.

“I’m in love with you, Hajime Iwaizumi. And I have been, for the longest time.”

Iwaizumi always thought you looked your best when you wore your hair down, a smile on your lips, wearing whatever made you happy. He always thought you looked gorgeous in your school uniform and thought you were stunning in your volleyball manager attire. But you standing before him, even with a bit of mascara smudged under your eyes and the ends of your hair tangled from the wind, Hajime Iwaizumi thought you looked absolutely perfect, especially in his arms.

Iwaizumi immediately dropped the bagged box of desserts from his grasp behind you, not letting your waist go once. Then he used his leg to kick it to the side of your porch. Your eyebrows furrowed at the ace’s actions and you gently smacked his bicep.

“Jesus, Iwa, the desserts! Be careful with themー”

Iwaizumi grinned and lifted both of his hands to gently cup your face in his palms. You fell silent immediately.

“Fuck the desserts,” was the last thing he said before pressing his lips onto yours once again.

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revchainsaw · 3 years

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The Crow (1994)

Alright Cult of Cult. Do I really need to introduce this one? Let's get all 90s and gothy and maybe brace ourselves for a bit of cringe, but like in a fun way. It's the Holy Grail of Hot Topic, 1994's the Crow Starring Brandon Lee.

Sermon

Apparently before the auto industry totally crashed Detroit was already a total fucked to death pile of burning shit, or at least that's what the crow would have you believe. Sorry Bruce Campbell, and other people from Detroit, but mostly Bruce Campbell. According to the Crow the city of Detroit is the kind of place where gangs of warlock anarchist arsonists will bomb buildings, and murder and rape whoever they feel like and then walk around bragging about it the next day with absolutely zero consequences. Funny then that if Detroit was so bad they had to go to film this movie in Wilmington North Carolina which is definitely a fucked to death pile of burning shit. I can say that, I'm from there and I got the fuck out. My brother is going to kill me if he ever reads this. (It's okay, these are all jokes people). Did you know they also filmed the Super Mario Bros movie there ... also cuz they needed a really shitty looking distopia. Moving on ...

The ludicrous criminality of the Crow's Detroit is particularly on display on Halloween. In Detroit (apparently) Halloween is known as Devils Night and it's legitimately just a night of pure lawlessness and chaos and kids aren't even safe to get candy, except later when we do see trick or treaters. Eric Draven, hunky goth rocker who sort of looks like he could be Bruce Lee's Kid and his fiance are murdered by a gang of vicious criminals. One year hence, Eric is resurrected by a mystical crow (that is actually a Raven), to exact his revenge on the gang that murdered him.

He paints his face like sad Alice Cooper and refuses to listen to Joy Division, just covers. He murders Tin Tin (a knife guy) just for his long gothy duster, he murders Fun Boy and forcibly ejects heroine from her arms and tells her "Go be a good mom now" which actually works. (have I told you about our Lord and Savior Sting? He gave me the strength to get off drugs), he blows T Bird up dick first, and then comes for Skab? Scraap? Scooby? in a meeting of all of Detroits villains and just about kills them all.

He is supported by the most 90s little girl to have ever graced the screen, and I am here for it, and Officer Albrecht, who's played by Ernie Hudson but I like to call him Zeddemore: The Most Underrated Ghostbuster. The leader of the bad guys, who I cannot beleive wasn't played by Brad Dourif or Tom Waits, is pretty interested in the occult. He keeps his witchy girlfriend around and she makes him fun dishes like smoked eyeballs, and her main use is that she knows that the Crow is the Crows weakness. They set Tony Fucking Todd on the bird, and I guess you just have to hurt the bird and not kill it, and Eric loses his healing factor and other macabre undead powers.

The Crow, Jimmy the Raven, pecks out Dr. Girlfriends eyeballs, I honestly forget how Tony Todd gets offed, and Top Dollar gets Gargoyled (that is impaled on a gargoyle). Funnily enough that is more Gargoyle related impaling on screen then in the actual movie Gargoyle: Wings of Darkness where a Gargoyle is supposed to have impaled a guy.

The Benediction

Best Feature: Injustice League

In the Crow we have not only a set of super memorable villains but they are played by the bad guy all stars. John Polito as the most lowly of the bad guys as a kind of sleazy pawn shop owner who buys ill gotten gains. Tony Todd, who's size is really on display here, the freaking Candy Man is in this movie. T Bird is the head of Top Dollars goons and is played by David Patrick Kelly, you might know as the "Warriors Come Out and Play!!" bottle guy from the Warriors, or as Jimmy Horne from Twin Peaks, and of course Top Dollar himself is played by Michael Wincott. Wincott is not a particularly celebrated actor but has played villains effectively in Robin Hood, the Three Musketeers, and Dead Man.

Best Set Piece: Detroit Style Hot Dogs

The Set design of the Crow is perhaps one of it's most fantastic features. It's very moody and ethereal. It's just real enough to not take you out of the film, but fantastic enough to set mood and theme above realism. From Eric Draven's apartment, to the church where the final battle occurs they are all fantastic. I think that's why I really wanted to shine the spot light on a very minor set piece that would get nary a mention but just as effectively represents the qualities I was just talking about and that is the Maxi Doggs Hot Dog Stand, where a lot of the films exposition for audience surrogates takes place.

Worst Effect: Freeze Frame

At a few points in the movie the film makers made a strange decision to do these freeze frame transitions. I only noticed it twice in the movie where it was particularly stupid. I'm sure the film makers at the time thought it was a moody and atmospheric choice that highlighted the suffering that Eric Draven was going through, but it didn't age well. If you don't have the sensibilities of a goth girl from 1994 then it's very very hard not to laugh at just how self involved the movie is about it's super sadness.

Worst Feature: Tragic Accident

Solely based on the film itself, it is that very gothic and dated sensibility that hurts the Crow. The little sarcastic dance he does when he flees the police, quoting Edgar Allen Poe, and bowing to Albrecht. These affected behaviors that I'm sure seemed snarky and right on to the target audience only serve to make Eric Draven seem like an unbearable neck beard edgelord and not the troubled dark soul he's supposed to be. I'm sure at the time it seemed unique and gothy but that shit went out of style for good reason, people could see through it. It's a shame that the Crow himself was some of the cringiest parts of this movie now that I'm seeing it as an adult and not a 13 year old middle class boy with no real problems.

This however is not the low point of the movie. It's not news now and if you're reading some dudes review of The Crow on Tumblr then you probably already know the story. The worst thing about The Crow is that Brandon Lee was horrifically killed on set while filming this movie due to some negligible prop malfunctions. A series of unfortunate events that lead to the actor spending 6 hours in surgery fighting for his life before eventually passing. It was not a quick or painless death and it's really impossible to watch the movie without an appreciation for the fact that this kind of fun dark adventure was going to be a vehicle for Brandon Lee's career wound up taking his life. He was 28. I really wish I could have just bitched about the goofy goth stuff and moved on, but that's not the world we live in.

Best Effect: The Gargoyling

Maybe I should have called this best kill. But I'm not sure which it is. The slaying of Top Dollar at the Climax of the film was just super effective. The pointed wings impaling his chest and that horn coming out of his mouth, it was morbid and excellent and just fit the tone of the movie perfectly. I mean how many other movies can you say Cause of Death: Impaled on a Gargoyle.

Best Bird: The Raven

I tried very hard to look up the name of the bird that primarily performed in this movie and could not find anything. There was a Raven once upon a time called Jimmy the Raven, but that was in the 50s and I don't think birds live that long. There was a team of Ravens performing as the crow, they were chosen over crows for their larger size, and more imposing silhouettes. I just think it's so wonderful to see these often maligned birds get a chance to show off their talents. Corvids of all kinds are incredibly intelligent creatures. Im a sucker for animals, if you haven't already figured that out. I really liked seeing the ravens hit their marks, particularly the one whos job it was to drop the wedding ring into Sarah's hand at the end of the film. You can see that greedy little bastard do his trick and then look of camera at his trainer like "treat please!". It's very cute.

Best Actor: Top Dollar Performance

I'd love to take this opportunity to just put praise upon Brandon Lee, he truly gave everything for this role, but unfortunately with what was put to film we actually have very few character moments with Eric Draven. Stuff happens to him, and he does killings and fights. There's definitely some personality, but I felt like I walked away knowing almost nothing about who Eric Draven was. He was clearly a good dude but that and a few hobbies and a relationship and you don't really have a character yet. He's unfortunately not given a lot of acting to do, instead just relegated to stunts and action sequences. That were notably cool.

The bad guys in the Crow have a lot more character and among this who's who of character actors, Michael Wincott takes the cake. Hell he was standing next to Candyman himself, Tony Todd and still stealing the scenes.

Best Character: A Few Good Apples

Is the best character in The Crow really going to be the cop? The commissioner Gordon stand in? yeah, it is. Not to be political, but I don't like cops, but I guess in a world with magical birds and eyeball smoking I can suspend my disbelief and let Ernie Hudson be #1 cop dad. His character is really the heart of the film, since all Eric can do is brood and fight, we have to care about someone in this movie.

Best Sequence: Halloween Party

The best sequence of the movie is of course the scene where Eric Draven busts in on the Devil's Night party planning commission. I think Top Dollar brought Scrappy Doo there just so he could lure out the crow, knowing the baddest assholes in all of Detroit would be gathered it was likely that somebody was going to kill the beast, or if they couldn't at least Top Dollar could get a feel for his enemy. It's a bullet flying action sequence with a ton of weight. I can't put my finger on this all to common weightless third act problem that big budget super hero and action flicks have nowadays, but whatever that issue is, the Crow does not have that issue. From this point on the Climax feels earned and I am invested. For that reason, The Crow is honestly better in spite of its awkwardness, than many of the super hero movies out today.

Worst Sequence: My Guitar Gently Weeps

Speaking of brooding or fighting. The best sequence was fighting, the worst is brooding. I get that Eric was in a band or something, but didn't he have shit to do. It seemed like it was a cool idea for a shot, but for like a whole seen, watching somebody play an 80s guitar solo, that stood out so brazenly from the choices of music in the rest of the movie was extra corny. It felt like someone's( dad trying to relate to their kid. Oh you like Music. The Dresden Dolls eh? Oh man, then you're going to love Slash's Snake Pit!

Summary

The Crow is dated. It is iconic but I wonder how many of the people that hang that poster on the wall have watched that movie since they were kids. It's interesting how what i've liked and disliked about this film have changed so much sense I was a kid. It's a cheeseball fiesta. If you have matured at all beyond thinking that being sad is the same as being deep then you're going to like it a little less than you did when you were younger, but it is still solid. There's not much to hate on. I'd watch it over and over again. I was really afraid it would not hold up at all, but returning to The Crow was a completely positive experience.

Overall Grade: B

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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The Mandalorian Chapter 13 reactions

Well, that was... well. in short I quite enjoyed some of what happened while din was there and I didn’t really care about what happened while he wasn’t there lol. I think it’s becoming increasingly clear that I just don’t care for the episodes dave filoni writes for this show, which is simply a matter of taste I guess.

(if you loved this episode wholeheartedly -- probably look away now, I’m going to be a bit of a downer about it and I don’t want to shit on your joy haha)

- let’s just get this out of the way first: there’s a lot of stuff around rosaria dawson and transphobia in real life and yeah, of course that affects how I watch the show. I don’t even want to talk that much about ahsoka in this because of it. she was not that good in the role, after seeing how it played out I don’t think the character needed to be in this show at all, and she should never have gotten the role in the first place and that’s about it for what I’ve got to say.

- dave filoni consistently does things with din’s characterization that feels off and weird to me, subtly out of place with what we see in other episodes (he’s... ruder? more short tempered/cocky/actively or aggressively interpersonal? more prone to express himself directly than he is usually? idk how to describe it but filoni!din always feels one step to the left of what he should be and I’m so hyper-attuned to this character that when something’s a bit iffy with him it throws everything else off haha. it feels like a shallower, more convenient read on him and I don’t like it)

I also think filoni is almost too familiar with and in love with the source material sometimes? “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming” is undeniably a great line that echoes in decades of deep lore and so on, but dave my good man din had no real idea what a jedi even is until literally this morning. we, the audience, know about this long and storied history, but unless ahsoka spent the afternoon explaining it to him din still only knows the faint outlines of it, he has no personal experience of or attachment to it. it’s not bad, as such, it just rings false to the character based tone of the show for me personally

- positivity break: baby sitting perched on the dashboard to be close to papa while they’re in hyperspace........sd sdfskdjhfdsakjksdhfkasjd

also this is some full on madonna and child in the manger shit and I am LIVING for it (odds he’s crying quietly behind the helmet here? pretty damn good if you ask me). the mundanity of what’s essentially the shitty spartan bathroom of the razor crest on one side contrasted with the light and tenderness and love on the other? amazing, a perfect microcosm of what this show does with combining the grittier everyday down to earth stuff in the star wars universe with myth and wonder and magic and through it elevating both

- the idea of having an iconique samurai/sword duel standoff and a western standoff going on simultaneously is genuinely inspired, but in action it didn’t really work for me. (the sword duel stuff needs these moments of stillness with sudden outbursts of violence and then stillness again, the western standoff needs mounting tension until it’s nearly unbearable, and cutting between them the way they did you sort of didn’t get either to its full potential. again it’s a cool idea, though, I hope someone picks it up and does it better at some point)

- seeing a jedi and a mandalorian wander together through a burned out wasteland left desolate by greed and warfare should have hit me harder than it did but for some reason it didn’t, idk. thematically sound, though, I like it a lot on the metaphor level

- I LOVE that pure beskar makes a specific sound, and that it’s an almost ethereal noise like the high clear chime of a distant bell. also now din has something to fight light sabers with that isn’t the dark saber which makes me so happy because you guys I do not want him to be the mand’alor. keep that funky laser sword away from my dad, apart from killing him at the end that is literally the most boring way to end his arc pls do NOt

- wow they really went in hard on the samurai stuff in this one huh! there is a part of my mchanzo-loving heart that thrives on seeing a space cowboy and a space samurai team up, *wild otp-fuelled whisper* they’re twin genres inextricably entwined okay they belong together if you see this spreadsheet I’ve made over here --

- even knowing it was just a trick I felt such intense distress seeing the signet pauldron away from din. like the attachment I have to these pieces of metal because That Armour Means Dad... wild

- they really chose the dumbest name possible for the baby huh fsajdfhsaj I agree with din his name is ‘kid’ now (eh just give me a while to get used to it probably I’ll come around)

also... you know what I’ve said before about shrinking the big unknowable galaxy ‘the mandalorian’ has been setting up? wow did they do that big time in this one, and it makes me feel decidedly :/. why does the baby have to come from the jedi temple, is there truly no other tradition of force users in the entire galaxy he could be from? WHY do you have to pull thrawn into this when most people watching this show won’t even know why he’s such a big deal? is this a stealth tease for a rebels sequel? if so why spend an entire episode of this show that only gets eight precious episodes a season on it??

- on a more fun positive note: baby’s clothes are clean again, so it’s confirmed that din does wash them (and I guess that he does have some means of washing clothes aboard the razor crest!). I loved... most of the dad and baby stuff in this one, but then don’t I always I’m easy to please that way haha (the ‘playing catch’ sequence felt a bit off to me but I don’t know why. din being like ‘he’s so stubborn’ wasn’t... eh. didn’t land right. “that would be a first” was fun tho lol)

- having ahsoka state the baby’s feelings out loud like that felt... weird? and also kind of unnecessary in parts, like yeah he’s a baby who’s been passed along to different groups of strangers and experimented on by empire scientists, you don’t need to spell it out for me that he’s been scared and lonely, or at least spell it out more interestingly? it’s such blunt force storytelling where it didn’t need to be? there are more elegant ways to get the same things across, I am absolutely convinced

- ...wow while I was watching the episode I was mostly like ‘okay this is Fine I can go along with it’ but seeing what I’m thinking about in hindsight... yeah probably my least favourite episode of this show full stop haha, it took the spot from chapter 5 which was also a filoni ep

- I did 100% genuinely adore the whole part of din approaching the town and meeting the magistrate. consistently hiding the baby behind his cape and his arm? being deliberately, teeth-grindingly dispassionate with everyone, just giving them nothing? getting to see a bit of professional bounty hunter din again? wonderful in every way, I love this man

- lots of meaningful shots of baby in the middle with a mando on one side and a jedi on the other, it’s almost like they’re setting up some Themes here lol

- ...do you think din told ahsoka about either the rhino-levitating or the force choking. because girl I don’t think not training him is going to make this just go away haha, he just won’t know what he’s doing

- it makes me so sad that baby connects his force powers with being abused :( (also a heartbreaking sign of just how much he cared about din from the very beginning, since he used it on the mudhorn to save him anyway ;________; was that like. literally the first time he sensed kindness and affection in anyone in like twenty five years or... )

- I understand why ahsoka would feel this way because of her past and specific traumas, but tbh attachment in a baby? probably a good thing, he doesn’t really have the higher brain functions to cultivate non-attachment yet and needs a safe figure because again. he is a baby.

good on her for realizing it’s not a task she can take on both for the baby’s sake and her own, and also that din is that baby’s Dad though. the way she smiled at the end watching them leave seemed vaguely hopeful/had a little bit of wonder in it, like maybe she felt the potential for something good there, something she couldn’t conceptualize from her background but could sense the tentative outlines of anyway?

(also so much pressure on a lil bb to decide his path... his dilemmas should be limited to what colour socks he wants to wear today not the course of his entire life :( I know he’s a magic baby but.......)

- idk maybe I’ll find more affection of this episode through rewatches, you never know

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta

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silence-burns · 4 years

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Please Hate Me //part 30

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine

There are moments in life that stay with you, engraved in your memories for reasons beyond your understanding. Time stretched when you reminisced over them later, as if your mind had chosen to catch all of the tiniest details of what unrolled before your eyes. This was one of those moments.

The air felt solid as you gasped, trying to heave it into your lungs. Something shifted deep in the fabric of reality, bending shapes and playing tricks with perspective. The floor under your knees shook, as if something had struck it with unparalleled force. There was a creak somewhere to your right, as if the walls wailed. The music blasting only seconds ago, ended abruptly with a series of sharp notes.

Loki’s power surged back into him, his skin felt alive with it, and he was finally free of the reins forced on him. Blood sang in his veins and magic swirled in dark curls, weaving between his fingers. It wasn't bad, living like a mortal for the past weeks.

But there was nothing better than being a god.

Power blasted into the last two men standing by the bar, too shaken and surprised to raise their guns again. They might have presented a pitiful sight, were it not for the bullet that was meant for you, shot without hesitation mere seconds ago.

Loki's hand clasped your shoulder when a sudden wave hit him and muted all of his other senses. You were fine. He could feel you under his touch, still breathing, still fine…

But you had been so close to—...

Loki didn't hold back his power as it rushed toward the men, sending them through the air. They landed hard into the scattered tables. The wind tore at whatever was loose, hurtling it in any and all directions. The few people that were still in the club scattered off into the entrance, almost blocked by the writhing mass of bodies pressing into one another in primal fear of the unknown and the chaos and… him.

And Loki knew that they were right. He could feel their feverish, half-mad eyes burning through him and the mess surrounding the area. Chairs had been thrown and broken, lights ripped from the ceiling, tatteres of colorful clothing abandoned where the wind left them along the broken glass. And as the unnatural wind died out, so did that wild, untamed part of him, as if only now it noticed what was raised in its wake.

It was his doing.

The fingers curled over your arm twitched as he realized the two men were in no shape to stand up and do any more harm. The body he felt was too warm for him, too real, and too quiet.

A breath was shaken out of his throat as Loki forced himself to pry his fingers off you. You were fine, he made sure of that, even though he only finished what you started. You didn't need him so close. In fact, he wasn't sure if you needed him at all, and certainly not after what he'd just wreaked upon the place.

The magic calmed and withered, backing off to rest over his struggling, suddenly heavy heart. The silence was unbearable. He didn't dare look at you yet, and he didn't want to admit the reasons for that. Didn't want to see the fear or disgust or maybe even betrayal on the face he came to—

Spilled drinks soaked into his trousers as Loki kneeled on the shattered glass, the music a distant, wounded screeching of dying electronics. Some of the lights had already given out by the time the club was emptied of all the people reasonable enough to run away.

"Loki…?"

He didn't raise his head, the dark curls painting his face in shadows. There was nothing now preventing him from leaving the planet, as he had intended to all those weeks ago, but—

Fingertips brushed over his clenched fist, brushing off a piece of glass stuck to his skin. There was a heartbreaking gentleness to the gesture and the swollen void in his chest tightened watching it.

"Are you okay?"

His lips twitched. That was the very last thing you should be worrying about at the moment.

He let the all too familiar hands close over his cheeks, raising his eyes to meet yours at last, already resigned to watch as whatever had grown between you withered and faded away.

He did not expect to see awe glowing in your eyes. Or the pure warmth and tenderness curving the corners of your mouth as you looked over him. You tucked his hair behind his ear, not letting go of him.

"That was absolutely amazing!" you said, exhaling as tension seemed to lift off your shoulders and genuine, unfiltered joy took its place.

That was not what he expected. He searched for a lie, for an uncertainty hidden in the shadows or a facade. But he couldn't find any.

Relief washed over him, and all of the exhaustion that had been building up in him hit at once, sagging him further into the floor. He felt limp and boneless in ways unexplainable by words. Worry clouded your features at the sudden change and you shuffled closer, looking for any wound.

"If you got stabbed and didn't even tell me…"

"I'm fine. Really," Loki added when you didn't stop. "Just tired." He took your hand in his, stopping it in the tracks roaming over his chest as you searched for any blood or injury. His heart beat heavily under your touch, but not in an unpleasant way. There was a certain glint in your eyes that indicated you felt it too and you finally noticed how close you were, huddled in the middle of what used to be the dance floor. Space yawned around you, but you pressed closer as if constricted by tight walls.

There were a lot of things noticed in those silent moments between you. Unfortunately, one of them was a certain individual sneaking his way behind your backs.

Loki tore his eyes off you with visible effort. He knew that individual.

"What would you say, love," he said. "To the prospect of finishing what we started?"

"I'd say I like your ideas more with each passing day." You watched Marco fumble through the clothes of an unconscious guard, knocked down in the whirlwind next to the door he used to guard.

Marco noticed the attention he received. His skin was ghostly pale already, bare from the colors that used to flash through the air. He had a pass in his hands and he ran to the only door left on that side of the club. The other one was behind your backs.

Your legs were shaky as you finally got up, watching as the door opened and then closed behind Marco's back.

"We need to find another pass," you said, looking to other guards.

"We don't."

Loki's stride was far from light, but he didn't hesitate as he neared the control panel that operated the door. You trailed behind him, the sprinkling of glass crunching under the soles of your shoes.

Something shifted in Loki. He grasped the metal.

It bent with the awful shriek of things bending the way they absolutely should not under normal circumstances. But the circumstances had very recently changed, and now, with the power of a god, magic, and pure spite aiding you, some of your problems faded away.

Loki bent in a deep, regał bow, presenting you the now open entrance. "After you, love."

This? This you could get used to.

You took his outstretched hand and dove into the unlit space crowded with dusty shelves and a foul smell hanging in the air. Loki snapped his fingers, and a light appeared over your heads, illuminating the full spectre of unquestionably illegal articles of a very questionable origin.

"I really want to burn this place to the ground," you said.

"That can be arranged," Loki purred into your ear as more light flashed in the corners of the stock. "But I'm afraid some of the rats might decide to scatter off," he added as he watched Marco leap from between the shelves and into the narrow, steep stairs leading to the roof. Loki flickered his hand, casting sparks onto the nearest fabric.

"Good."

He pursued, fingers entwined with yours. The flames engulfed the months of hoarded hideousness, burned with a hunger that could never be sated.

The air was cold as the night's chill bit into your exposed, flushed skin. You almost sighed with relief. It felt like a blessing after the stifling club's interior. Snow started to fall again, silent as it brushed over the velvety night.

"Let me go!" Marco screamed, perched on the distant corner of the roof, covered in a thick blanket of white. "Just get away!"

"And why would we do that?" Loki mused, standing tall by your side. "You wanted to get to know us better, didn't you?"

The sirens echoed through the streets as police neared the now obvious chaos beneath you. Shouts and calling could be heard already.

Marco noticed that too, standing on the very edge of the roof. He glanced at the red and blue lights flashing over the nearby buildings. And then he looked at the old, rusty ladder leading all the way down to it.

"Wow. We're officially worse than the cops," you laughed as the man disappeared over the edge. The urge to follow him vanished along with the sweaty mop of his hair.

"That's an achievement worthy of such a night," Loki said, relishing the feeling of having you so close under a sky full of stars. His thumb circled your knuckles gently.

"We should get business cards. I can already see it: 'Professional mischief, for an affordable price'. We could ruin people's days AND get paid for it."

Loki laughed. He felt light and full of life and the night was still young as he led you into the middle of the roof. The sirens were close now, and it would take only minutes before officers crowded the building again, but for now, for those precious moments, you had it all to yourselves.

"I like the sound of it," Loki said, gazing from the sky to you. There was a soft smile playing on his face, under the dust, sweat, and unexplainable flecks of glitter. "When will we get them?"

"We could place the order tomorrow. If, of course, you plan to stay for as long…?"

The unfinished question reminded Loki of a certain detail. He looked at his now bare wrist, where the bracelet had shattered. The skin wasn't broken, but he still felt the memory of the impact in his flesh.

"Everything would be easier if you hated me," he said.

"Easier doesn't always mean better."

"I know you want to be nice, but—"

"Loki, I can give you a 7-page long essay on why you deserve good things in life."

He chuckled. "Only 7?"

"I promise to use a small font. And if you insist, I can use some fancy words too, like ‘self-worth issues' or 'leniency'."

"I'd be delighted to read that," he said and it was the truth.

The night grew darker and his heart grew warmer every time he looked at you.

And if it were possible, he'd let the night devour him whole if only he could marvel at you for the rest of eternity.

Loki's thumb rested over your knuckles as he leaned closer, perfectly aware of how tight his throat was…

And then, something very vital broke inside the building.

You both froze with wide eyes as the whole construction quaked. Something cracked deep under your feet. And again.

"Time to go," Loki said, his face inches from yours. You couldn't agree more - or maybe you would, if only you weren't suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

But, in all of its unexpectancy, that was not the bad part.

That part came when Loki sprinted straight to the edge of the roof, with absolutely no intention of slowing down.

Your nails dug deep into his back, and a curse, a prayer, and a promise simultaneously left your mouth, joined by an ear-shattering screech as Loki jumped off the roof.

There was a strange moment when your mind refused to acknowledge the fact of what happened. After all, who wanted to watch themself splat into the ground from the top of a building? You wouldn't, that much was certain. And you didn't, which was surprising.

The ground was a distant view that had no intention of getting closer. You twisted your head enough to see Loki effortlessly jump step by step through the thin air, casting some flickering lights beneath his feet with his free hand. He climbed higher, which was another great idea - there was no way people would miss such a sight.

"You good?" he asked, a little breathless.

"Perfect.” You focused on his wonderful backside.

In the distance, the club building cracked open on one side. Flames cast a red aura over the place. There were more sirens now, and people rushing in all directions, tiny as ants.

"I think we destroyed private property tonight."

"I might've went a little too far, I think…?" Loki mused, his pace slowing down at last. In the gloom of the night, no one from the ground should be able to spot you so high up.

"I hate you, and I love you, and your shoulder is doing things to my bladder that neither of us are going to appreciate in a moment, so how about we focus on that right now…?"

Before you stopped rambling, he stopped in the middle of the sky, and shifted your weight so he could hold you to his chest.

"Better?" he flashed a wicked smile, fully aware of every inch of your bodies touching.

"My bladder sends thanks."

"The pleasure is mine."

For a few quiet seconds you watched as the flames rose high over the building. Loki wasn't happy with how far they reached already. With a silent command, he extinguished them, cutting off the magic sustaining the inferno.

The night grew darker without their aura.

The snow drifted away on lazy gusts of wind. He felt you shiver and curl closer into him. And as much as he enjoyed the sensation, he needed to take you somewhere warm.

"Let's go home, shall we?"

"As long as you go with me."

"Always, love."

A/N: Please tell me what do you think of the series so far!

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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So uh angst/sad writing prompt of Chisaki and his partner dealing with a loss of pregnancy? (I know this is a tough subject so if you don’t want to write with it that’s fine!)

Okay. In sorry but this was way too personal for me. My aunt wanted badly to have a child... and she indeed got pregnant with not two or three, but 4... then this happened.

It was a very dark time for my family...

The moment you two discovered of your pregnancy, was certainly a huge surprise but not a unpleasant one in the slightest.

Pops was over the clouds while you were the joy itself. He knew how badly you wanted to have a kid, so the moment he noticed you were starting to have the symptoms he got hopeful. His angel would be overjoyed if his suspicions were true.

The moment you screamed right after he had given you a pregnancy test and went to the bathroom it was the most beautiful thing he saw on his world. You had that beautiful smile he had come to fall in love with on your feautures as you shouted that you were indeed carrying his child.

He smiled serenely at that, waiting for you to wash your hands to bring you to a hug as he subsconciously placed his gloved hand on the region of where stayed your uterus.

He swore he even saw a halo on you, at how happy and joyful you looked.

Some months passed and he almost fainted that it was not only one you were carrying... but two. Two little defiants.

He got teased for that? A lot would be little. Pops joked a lot and he felt himself emerging on his chair with embarrassments at some... but he was pleased no less. Two in one attack.

Although you both were slightly anxious. Double the trouble after all.

Never on his life he would expect to have this. Have someone on his life, love them so much that he even got intimate enough to not show each other vulnerabilities; although he still struggled with that; but to... share a bed with, know each other better than your own hands.

Become one.

It was a struggle to get the names for those brats but somehow, thank the gods, you both got on a agreement.

If it was going to be two girls it, they would be named Elizabeth and Akemi. While if it was going to be two boys Davi and Kano... if the kids ended up being borned as a couple it was already decided that Kano and Elizabeth were the remaining ones.

Everthing on his life seemed to get brighter. Happier. Normal.

... but he learned from a very young age that everthing that is good... doesn't last forever on life. It got ripped out of your hands cruely as they left you on the dirt to pick the pieced of your shatered heart on the filthy ground.

That it was when life was kind enough...

Some things went terribly wrong on one of his business. Causing the atmosphere of the Shie Hassaikai to becime darker. The rival gang attacked on the following day without warjing and he was lucky enough to pin the bastard down and end things quickly.

Although... stress and pregnancy didn't got well together. And he widen his eyes in horror when he say you struggling to even breath after the huge scare.

It didn't helped ease his fears when he saw that you were attached as well, bruises all over you as he scooped you up on his arms and made his way to the hospital, curing your cuts and injuries on the way, hesitantly since he despised using his quirk on you out of all people.

He didn't prevent the doctors to take you out of his arms. Glaring daggers at them when they had taken you to examinate.

You got out and meet him for a moment with a ffow on your forehead, sitting besides him as you two waited for being called.

He hated yhat they took so long, breathing in on that place was absolutely torture for him as he coughed and bringed his mask closer, taking one out of his jacket pocket to place it on you.

You smiled at the gesture, quickly returning to that gloomy and worried state as you played with your fingers and bounced your knee repeatedly.

He knew that anxiety tick way too well, and with a glived hand he placed on your knee, pressing, gripping slightly to ease down your nervousness.

"Is going to be fine. They have your and my blood combined. Chisakis are know to be pests after all." He said nonchalantly but smiled a bit at your giggled and protest of his words.

His brats were okay. They have to be.

Although when he looked up at the face of the doctor calling you both, his whole body turned cold... the hives were slowly appearing but he controlled his wish to scrub his arm or face while he helped you up, trying to not spot his true feelings.

The doctor was bold yet showed a bit of sympathy... something that he despised to just hear.

Miscarriage... neither of them had survived.

Your eyes teared up but you didn't dared to make a sound... only opting to nod numbly at the doctor and got up from your chair, making your way out of the office without Chisaki's company.

"I am sorry mister." The doctor spoked with a frow, flinching a bit at the brute way Chisaki had lifted up... gaze pierced on the ground as he muttered the words.

"Why you're apologizing in the first place?" He asked with venom, storming his way out to find you.

His wife was hugging her self with a mortified and broken look, right besides their car. The moment she saw him, she entered the passenger seat withiut a word.

He entered the car and without a care he hitted the door and breath in slowly ti try to calm himself while having a death grip on the driving wheel.

He didn't even got to call for you or hold your arm the moment you both reached home, you immediately running out of the car and slamming shut the door of your bedroom.

Pops looked at the scene, one yebrow lifted up at seing that his daughter in law had passed through him like a thunder, without greeting him before slowly putting the pieces together when he saw his usual confident, arrogant and stubborn Chisaki with a numb and broken look, his movements slow as a snail when he opened and closed the door while taking his shoes off.

He told Pops and didn't even acknowledge the conforting pat on his shoulder or the quick hug the elder gave it to him, only dragging his feet to his bedroom... only to noticed you had locked it.

He didn't had the strength to call or scold you... merely using his quirk to get through the door and returned like it was after.

You were there... in the edge of the bed, crying your eyes out on the pillow, muffling your horror and broken hearted screams... he slowy made his way to your side and placed it carefully his hand on your back, carresing slightly witj worry and understanding.

You took your face out from the cushion to look at him, brokened and depressed at receiving the news that you not only had lost one kid but the two of them.

Nornally if anyone looked at him in such a way he wouldn't feel absolutely anything, not pity, nor sympathy.... nothing.

But this was his wife... crying over what could be his brats running around the house... calling him father and you mother.

He felt the warm liquid sliding through his eye to his chin... the drop of tear falling into his knee as he brought you ti cry on his shoulder instead.

"I couldn't do- i didn't did anything!" You hoarsely cried... your throat aching but not the same horrific pain you felt on your chest "is my faul Kai.... all my-"

"Shut your damn mouth, if anyone is the one to blame would be those bastards and myself." He hissed, squezzing you even more to his chest as his breath got caught on his throat.

You only sobbed harder on him and gripped onto his shirt for dear life as you let out a miserable yet painful cry out, as his own tears falled silently...

No one dared to talk with neither of you except Pops, Kurono and Irinaka. And the conversations were short and avoided of any emotions.

Chisaki if not working he was on his room, while he refused to let go of his wife who seemed just as broken as him.

Two unborn lifes were lost... and the shie Haassaikai quarters were emerged on pure sadness and darkness by only seing the pain on their leader's eyes....

The pain on his chest and soul were almost unbearable... but he needed to be swallow it up and remain strong not only fir get the Yakusa working... but the most important. He needed to be strong as he always was for you. You and only.

You were his everthing. And he was going to be there to pick the shattered pieces and clean up the mess along if that meant he one day could see that joyful look on your face again... and might as well be happy.

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Butterflies in the Garden

Written for the ‘Fools in Love’ Persona Fan Zine (@personafoolsinlovezine)

Genre: soulmates, soulmate indentitpre-romance, M/M Rated: K Characters: Souji Seta (Yu Narukami), Akira Karusu (Ren Amamiya), Margaret, Izanagi, mentions of the IT Warnings: none Status: zine fic, oneshot; complete

Your name is Souji Seta, and you do not have a soulmate.

Even as a child, when your classmates started sprouting colors, Lover’s Marks around their wrists, Platonic Marks across their backs, your skin has always been blank. You used to watch the other children as they gleefully showed off their growing ink and giggled over whose Marks might match their own. You envied them at first. Now you just feel numb.

Over time you’ve come to accept your Mark-less existence. You don’t like it, you don’t want it, but a lifetime of changing schools and absent parents means you’re no stranger to being alone. Eventually you just stop caring. At least, you tell yourself you’ve stopped caring; it’s easier than facing the gaping void of loneliness threatening to choke you whenever your guard is down.

Maybe this is better, you think. Maybe your lack of Soul Marks is the universe’s way of helping you deal with the isolation in your everyday life.

(You chant your “maybe’s” in your head and stop crying yourself to sleep by the time you reach age 9.)

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Your flowers finally bloom when you turn 16.

A year is spent in a rural town called Inaba, where, for the first time in your existence, you actually feel alive. There are murders, a mystery, but in between the stress and combat there are people, and as you slowly get to know them you can feel your garden grow.

They start as tingles across your shoulder blades, the sensation of warm water spreading like ink along your skin. You wake one morning to find stems and buds. You wake the next to petals and leaves. Sunflowers for the Magician, hyacinth and amaryllis for the Chariot and Priestess. Gladiolus, then pink roses; lilac, then iris. There is freesia for your cousin, a dahlia for her dad. An entire field of Platonic Marks springs up almost overnight, and little by little they bury the emptiness beneath vibrant shades of love until you’re covered neck to waist in watercolor blooms.

But for all the tattooed beauty of the flowers on your back there is still a blank spot on your canvas, and the colors fade in sadness on the day you have to leave.

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You stop dreaming about the Velvet Room when you move back to Tokyo. You miss it, the way you miss everything else about Inaba, but your contract has been fulfilled and the logical part of you knows you have to readjust to life as a normal person. It takes ages, but you begrudgingly fall back into your boring, lonely life. You clutch at your shoulders when it gets to be unbearable; when texts and calls to your garden of friends just aren’t enough, you find your fingers searching out the comfort of the blossoms on your back.

Months pass by the time you’ve finally accepted that you’ll never see the liminal blue dreamscape again, and it’s because of this that you’re so completely unprepared for the night when, out of absolutely nowhere, you feel that familiar sensation of falling just as you’re drifting asleep.

“Honored friend,” comes the silvery-sweet voice of Margaret in your ear. “May I ask a personal favor?”

You do not hesitate, you simply tell her, “yes.”

The world around you is cold and harsh when feeling returns to your body. You open your eyes to find yourself in a… cage? Stumbling to the bars, you look out into the blue-tinted room beyond your cramped enclosure and realize that you are not in a cage, but a prison.

The walls curve away from you in a circle of cells too dark to see inside, but from what you can tell, the center of the space is empty.

Someone lurks behind you in the dark; you do not need to turn to know who it is. “There is something wrong with the Velvet Room,” Margaret whispers over your shoulder. “I cannot seem to contact my Master and I fear this new guest may be in danger.” You hear her move, hear the creak of her Compendium as it opens.

Faintly, from all the way across the room in the cell directly opposite yours, there comes the sound of rustling chains. Instinctively you step back into the safety of the shadows as a figure, clad in white-and-black prison garb, shuffles up to the bars of that distant cell. You cannot make out features, only the monochrome of skin and charcoal hair.

“Hello?” the figure calls, and the voice is male.

“Hello?!” he calls more insistently, voice hitching in building unease. “Is anyone there?”

You don’t like this. You don’t like what the Velvet Room’s become and you don’t like that there’s a boy in chains across from you in the empty dark. “Let me help,” you whisper, eyeing the oppressive space around you with creeping dread. “This isn’t right, let me help.”

You practically feel Margaret’s smile. “I was hoping you’d offer.” The Compendium snaps shut.

Something rises from your soul: an old, familiar presence that you nearly weep to feel again, lightning-charged and sizzling through your veins like a pulse. There’s a surge of ethereal blue light and past the glow, through a pair of eyes not quite your own, you see the boy in the other cell take a step backwards in shock.

When the light dims, Izanagi stands triumphant in the center of the room.

Through your Persona’s vision you see the boy more clearly. He’s roughly your age, with curling black hair and wide dark eyes set in a beautiful, seraphim face. He stares up at you-not-you in fear and awe and somewhere in the back of your head you hear Izanagi’s voice like a rumbling, distant storm.

I am thou.

But thou are not I.

The boy’s bow furrows in frustrated confusion. “I don’t understand.”

You watch through Izanagi’s eyes as he silently appraises the boy in the cell. Eventually you feel him nod.

You’ll do.

The world glows white-hot.

There’s a sensation of something shifting – relocating – and suddenly you’re blind. In place of your sight, however, comes an acute awareness of someone else, like your awareness of Margaret behind you only stronger, deeper, like you’re somehow folded up in another person and they in you. Any hollow place that once existed within you is gone, filled to the brim with this feeling of him, the boy who now holds the most profound piece of your soul.

It’s the most intimate thing you’ve ever felt in your life and you are very nearly brought to tears.

Your vision fades back in, leaving you once more inside your own body, and from across the way you can see the boy staring at his hands in pure wonder. He flexes his fingers, brings them up to press against his chest as if he’s feeling for something past his sternum. He looks up, and those dark, wide eyes meet yours.

“Who are you?” he whispers, but you feel it in your head all the same.

You get no chance to answer. Margret’s hand is on your shoulder before you can open your mouth, and into your ear she murmurs, “It’s best if we leave now, honored friend.”

You want to protest, shake her hand off, shout your name back at the boy and ask for his, but your body feels weightless, detached from your surroundings, and you blink to find the room around you blurring at the edges.

You wake up alone in the physical world, blinking away fresh tears. The feeling of completeness is still there, though, and as you stare up at the ceiling and focus, you can just make out the faint stirrings of Izanagi from somewhere far away. “Come back,” you whisper to the boy that cannot hear you. “Please …”

When the sun rises a few hours later, flooding your bedroom with light, you notice something beneath the cuff of your shirtsleeve. There, on your left wrist, in brilliant cyan-blue, is a Lover’s Mark in the shape of a swooping butterfly.

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Life doesn’t change too much. You weren’t sure if it would because you’ve never had a soulmate before and don’t know what it’s meant to feel like, but the garden on your back hadn’t really changed anything either, so you suppose this is normal. Something that does change is the way you can sense his emotions whenever they’re strong enough.

Determination comes through a lot, as does defiance. You wonder what kind of life your soulmate is living where he’s constantly on edge, constantly tense or stressed. Anxiety and anger are common as well, and you don’t like that the negative emotions are what you get most often because you can’t tell if they’re what he feels the strongest or what he feels most frequently. Neither one is good.

You worry for him, send him thoughts of strength where you can, whisper, “you’ll get through this, I believe in you” into the butterfly, and pray that it reaches him when he needs it. You don’t know him, not even his name or where he is, but you’ve wanted him your whole life and now that you know he exists you already want to protect him. Sometimes there’s a flicker of something in return, but you can’t make out what it is.

There are times, however, when you swear you can feel his happiness. It’s soft, more focused than the other emotions, and always at night when you’re lying in bed thinking. There’s something like longing hiding in there as well, and you know this because you’ve known forever what longing feels like. The butterfly on your wrist tingles with warmth; you dare to hope it means he’s thinking about you, too.

It’s during those witching-hour moments, when you’re alone with the memory of dark eyes and even darker curls, that you press your palm over your new Lover’s Mark and pour every ounce of yearning and curious affection from your heart into this budding bond between you. You like to imagine that the faint, giggly joy you feel afterwards is him answering you back.

But your luck always runs out.

You awake in a feverish sweat one terrible, soul-rending night in November, with after-images of torture flashing behind your eyes and fear crackling in your ribs like Izanagi’s being torn apart from the inside out. It doesn’t let up even after you blink away the nightmare, and your entire body shakes violently with adrenaline not wholly your own.

You gasp into the darkness, searching for any scrap of familiar feeling you can use as an anchor to ground the both of you on either side of the bond. All you feel is chaos, a steady stream of spectral pain. You curl in on yourself then, instinctively wrapping your hand over the butterfly and clutching until your knuckles turn white. “I’m here,” you whisper, hoping against hope that he can hear you. “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here…”

There’s a feeling like something slotting between the fingers of your left hand, like someone is desperately gripping it, and you clench your fist in response as if you could hold his hand from far away and not let go. You stay that way until everything fades into a drug-like silence, sobbing against your Lover’s Mark and rocking back and forth until well after dawn.

Later, as you’re sluggishly getting ready for school with the morning news in the background, it’s announced that the leader of the infamous Phantom Thieves killed himself last night while in police custody. Somehow, with a gut-dropping surety that you cannot explain, you know.

You don’t go to classes that day – instead, you crawl back into bed in a daze and lay there with your lips pressed against the faded butterfly, your heart freezing over inside your chest.

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Your Mark is silent after that.

Your hope begins to dim to embers, not yet dead but slowly dying as the months roll by. Sometimes, at night, it feels like maybe there’s still something there – an echo of lonely sorrow ghosting across your soul, but it always vanishes too quickly for you to catch. No matter how fervently you plead afterwards, there is never any response.

You look for solace in denial; old “maybe’s” sit like poison in your mind and you quickly discard them when all they do is make you sick. You cling to your garden of platonic flowers, but even they bring little comfort now that you’ve had a glimpse of something deeper.

Ever observant, your Magician is the first to notice your despondence. He calls you, asks if you’re okay, doesn’t believe you when you tell him you are. He calls again later to say he’s bought a train ticket to Tokyo for spring break, and despite your hollowness the sunflowers on your back grow a little brighter at the news.

March arrives and with it comes your friend, his presence a balm to your shattered heart. You talk for hours, catching up those months spent apart and, miserably, you tell him about your once-vibrant Lover’s Mark. It’s grey now, the color all but gone in your despair, and you’re grateful when he empathizes but doesn’t ask to see.

Three days into his visit you’re… better, so he drags you off to Shibuya for a change of scenery. It’s fun, hours passing with easy laughter, and you realize you’d forgotten what it felt like not to hurt.

You’re halfway to the arcade when it happens.

Out of nowhere comes a sharp, stinging pain – it lances up your arm, tracing the lines of your butterfly like lightning, and Izanagi roars to life inside your soul.

Go.

You run.

You don’t know your destination, nor how your feet know where to go; it doesn’t matter. You follow the pull inside your heart, letting Izanagi direct you left, right, straight for a block then down into an empty, open alleyway, heedless of your Magician calling out behind you.

Then Izanagi’s presence abruptly disappears.

You stumble to a halt. Heart hammering and confused, you nearly miss the sound of pounding footsteps steadily coming closer until they’re just beyond the opposite entrance to the alley. You turn as a figure rounds the corner—

and freeze.

Wide eyes stare at you from behind crooked glasses, dark beneath darker curls in a beautiful, seraphim face. “You,” he whispers, taking a step towards you.

And then you’re both moving. You meet as one in a tangle of grasping desperation, tugging at each other’s wrists to reveal an identical pair of butterflies in shining, brilliant blue. Your fingers in his hair, his arms around your waist, and somewhere in the middle your lips connect in a kiss that feels and tastes like home.

“You’re alive,” you nearly sob when you pull apart, at the same time he murmurs in awe, “you’re real.”

Your name is Souji Seta, and you are 17 when Akira Kurusu calls you his soulmate.

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eryiss · 3 years

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Chapter Six - The Carnival

Summary: Freed and Laxus live incredibly different lives. Freed is a corporate lawyer in the capital city, and Laxus works as a handyman in a countryside hotel. Despite their differences, their lives collide when Freed inherits a house in Laxus’ village, and hires him to make the derelict building liveable. But the closer they get, the more they seem to offer each other. [Fraxus Multi-Chapter]

This was written as my admission for Fraxus Day 2020, hosted by @fuckyeahfraxus. Hope you enjoy it.

You can read this under the cut, on Fanfiction, or on Archive of Our Own. You can find the chapter masterpost here.

Chapter six - The Carnival

Every year in Magnolia, there was an autumn festival. Laxus had never understood why they chose late-October to have an open-air fair, or why they had it on one of the large fields atop a hill, where there was absolutely no protection from the wind and cold weather. Most towns and villages would have their annual carnivals in summer, when it wasn't as cold as balls, but Magnolia wasn't most towns.

Laxus had always been a part of the fair. All stalls and attractions were run by members of the town, other than the fairground rides. As such, the wooden huts and games often needed some refurbishment or fixing, so Laxus was always kept busy. He would get calls from the stall owners if something needed to be done throughout the day, and he would do it for a small fee. In previous years, the autumn fair had been how he financed his Christmas presents. But, by working with Freed, he had a lot more money than he knew what to do with.

He still went to the fair though, just as a visitor this year.

Lisanna had been the one to suggest it, saying that this was the first time in years that Laxus could attend purely as a guest. Laxus had tried to say he wasn't a kid anymore, but Makarov had heard Lisanna's suggestion and quickly went on to reminisce, loudly, about how much Laxus had enjoyed the carnival when he was a child. Laxus had agreed to shut the old bastard up.

It wasn't just the two of the, of course. Mirajane and Elfman had been dragged along with them, along with Cana. Laxus had wondered if the hotel would be understaffed, but apparently Makarov could handle things, and that Laxus should focus on having fun.

There was an odd inflection in his words, as if he was not saying something. Laxus didn't question what.

They had been at the fair for over an hour, and had broken off into two unofficial groups. One was made up of Cana and Mirajane, who were playing games, visiting stalls, and enjoying themselves. The other was Laxus, Lisanna and Elfman, who followed behind Mirajane and Cana while trying to figure out if the two of them were actually dating or not. A question that should be a lot easier to answer than it actually was.

"I mean, that has to be flirting, right?" Lisanna whispered, looking at her sister. "Why would they be touching each other so much otherwise?"

"Your sister's a pretty physical person," Laxus shrugged. "And Cana has boundary issues, maybe they're just like that."

"Physical affection between friends is manly!" Elfman proclaimed, getting shushed at by Lisanna and glared at by Laxus.

He wished he wasn't as invested in Cana's potential relationship as he was. But, she and Mirajane had been spending more time together now that Mirajane was working the front desk regularly, and it was entirely possible that Cana's hopelessly pathetic crush – he might have been kinder about it, but her jabs about him and Freed were getting annoying – might actually have a chance of developing. That, and the carnival wasn't aimed at men in their early thirties, so there wasn't all that much to do.

In retrospect, he wondered how he'd enjoyed the fair so much when he was a kid. Even a child could only find limited joy from placing a fake rat in the end of one pipe and hitting it with a paddle at the other end; or throwing a basketball into a hoop that was less than four feet away.

"I still think they're full of shit," Laxus commented. "They both clearly like each other, but don't have the guts to say it out loud. If they ever actually talk about it, it'll probably be too late."

Elfman and Lisanna shared a look, and Laxus decided to believe it was in agreement at his statement.

"I know you keep telling me that it's impossible," Lisanna said, watching as the two women walked to a hook-the-duck stall; the games at the fair was a yearly reminder of how middle-class Magnolia was. "But what if they've been dating since high school, and just won't tell anyone because they think it's funny?"

"You think Cana could keep a secret for that long? She'd tell me just to piss me off about being single," Laxus countered. "The second they finished in bed she'd be texting me about how good Mira is at licking her-" Laxus stopped himself, remembering who he was talking to. Mirajane's younger brother and sister looked at him with equal parts annoyance and disgust. "Sorry, my bad."

"Laxus is right," Elfman began, and Laxus spoke before he could stop himself.

"About your sister being good at licki-" Elfman pushed him away, making him stumble and laugh.

"About them not being able to keep secrets," Elfman corrected, glaring at Laxus, who grinned in response.

It was always more fun pissing people off who could fight back, and Elfman was one of the few people larger than Laxus. And he kind of saw the other man as something of a little brother, not that he'd admit it of course. What kind of non-biological older brother would Laxus be if he didn't annoy and anger the man at every available opportunity? A crappy one, and Laxus couldn't have that on his conscious.

Although, he'd gone easy on Elfman as of late. Most of that was because Elfman was busy, working at the hotel and the tearooms. But also, because Laxus and Freed had been spending a lot of time together, and pissing Freed off was fun. Mainly because Freed shot back, giving just as bad as he got.

It was a shame he wasn't here, actually.

Freed seemed to be hesitant with meeting Laxus outside of work. After he decided to refurbish and modernise Albion House fully, they had continued with their weekends of working together, while Laxus made progress through the week. And that was good, better than not seeing the other man at all, but Laxus had almost hoped that maybe they would see each other in a less professional, more… fun environment. Not that they didn't have fun in the house. It was just that Laxus wanted a little bit more. Perhaps that was selfish.

But Laxus felt that Freed might want that too. The other man could be obtuse at times, but Laxus had gotten good at reading him; at least he thought he had. He couldn't be sure if it was wishful thinking or not, but he felt like Freed wanted more.

So, he had made a decision. He would try to make it clear that he was interested in Freed without saying it, with some lingering looks or too-long touches. Freed was hopefully astute enough to pick up on things, and realise what they meant. And when he did, which he would, Freed could do what he wanted to.

The ball was in his court.

It was cowardly, Laxus knew that.

It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to expand their relationship, bring their friendship out of Albion House. The day before, he had mentioned that he would be going to the carnival with the Strauss' and Cana, saying Freed might enjoy it; heavily implying an invitation. Freed had wished Laxus a nice day, saying that he needed to get in contact with the historical preservation society to see if he could get planning permission for a kitchen extension around the back of the house.

Had it been anyone else, Laxus might have been crestfallen or annoyed. But, as it was Freed, he was more amused. The lawyer probably hadn't noticed the suggestion he come with him.

Still, it would have been nice to have him come.

Maybe he could help find out if Cana and Mirajane were dating. Hell, he couldn't probably walk up to them and ask, unlike the rest of them. Because, in the unlikely but very possible situation where Cana and Mirajane were dating and were keeping it secret for some weird joke, then the gloating from them finally breaking the trio would be unbearable.

"I think they've forgotten about us," Lisanna laughed. "Maybe we should have some fun instead of just following them around. Play some games."

"Which ones?" Laxus asked. "Only interesting one is the shooting range, and you said we ain't allowed to do it."

"Shooting animals in barbaric."

"It's a paintball gun, and the animals are cartoons printed onto paper," Laxus muttered. "It ain't gonna hurt anyone."

"It's a slippery slope," Lisanna crossed her arms.

"You sound like PETA."

"How dare you, PETA is-"

"What about a strength tester?" Elfman interrupted, cutting through the two of them and pointing towards a flashing arcade machine with a punching bag hanging from it. "You and me, Laxus, finally show you how a real man's muscles work, not just those vanity things you have."

"Vanity?" Laxus grinned. "These vanity muscles could kick your ass."

"Let's take it to the machine then," Elfman grinned back, flexing his arm.

The three of them walked to the machine. Lisanna was shaking her head but smiling as she complained about idiot boys. Elfman was rolling up his sleeve, complaining about Laxus' 'fake Hollywood phony' muscles. Laxus was biting back with his own retorts, though lacking a level of bite they normally would.

He was distracted, wondering how cocky Freed might have been in this situation. Even though Laxus was pretty sure he and Elfman would kick his ass at the game, Freed wouldn't entertain the possibility for a second; he'd probably make a bet out of it to prove himself. Smug, over confident asshole.

God Laxus wished he was there. And that was a dangerous thought.

"So the house is going well then?" Mirajane asked, biting into a doughnut.

It was just the two of them now, still at the fair. Elfman and Cana needed to return to the town for their respective jobs, and Lisanna had eaten too many doughnuts and was undergoing a sugar crash, meaning she was told by her sister to go home and rest rather than being tired for the rest of the day. Laxus felt slightly smug at the yawned complaints from the younger woman, given he had been forced to pay for the doughnuts.

He'd lost the game to Elfman, and paid for food because of a stupid bet. They'd taken advantage.

It was getting to the middle of the afternoon, and some of the stalls were starting to close down. The only reason the two of them remained was because, although he didn't need the money, Laxus wanted to stick around to help fix any of the games that might break. Nobody else could do it, and Laxus felt weirdly loyal to the fairground.

"Yeah, it is," He nodded. "It's still looks like it belongs in the eighties, but it's a lot better than it used to be."

"Do you think Freed would let us take a tour of it before he sells it," Mirajane asked, moving to the side to avoid a running child. "I'm sure the second it goes on the market half the town will be looking through it because they're curious"

"I could ask him," Laxus offered. "He's a perfectionist, though. Might be done before Christmas if we're fast, but it ain't certain."

"Well, I drove past it a few days and it looks great outside. The garden looks lovely," Mirajane praised.

"Thanks," Laxus grinned.

"You did that?" She asked with a warm smile on her face. "I didn't take you as a floral arranger?"

"Well, me and Freed did it together, but I guess I was kind of in charge of what it looked like," The blonde blushed a little, though was angry at himself for doing so. Part of his therapy was coming to terms with parts of himself that weren't, as Elfman would say, manly. "It probably means some weird crap. Did you know flowers were a language? The guy selling them tried to explain it to me, but I just wanted the ones that looked good."

"Well, it does look very nice," Mirajane smiled, but it twisted up a little too far. "You and Freed planted a flowerbed together, did you? That sounds very sweet."

"We ain't doin' this, Mira," Laxus sighed. "I'm getting this from everyone, you can't do it too."

"He's very handsome," She seemed to ignore his complaint, and Laxus sighed in resignation. If he couldn't get fucking Lisanna to stop teasing him, her sister was an impossible task. "He's not the kind of man I thought you'd like, but I suppose I haven't spent much time with- oh, speak of the devil."

Laxus looked up, following Mirajane's gaze, eyes settling on Freed. The man seemed to notice Laxus, and lifted a hand in greeting as he walked towards them. As he got closer, Laxus frowned a little as he noticed Freed's posture and the speed with which he was walking. His shoulders were hunched, pace fast, and his expression forced to be pleasant. It was an expression that he'd seen on Freed a few times, and most of the time it was when he was stressed. Laxus walked forward to meet him, looking him up and down with concern.

"What's up?" He asked in place of a greeting.

"I asked them if building work was possible, they kept me on hold for two hours and twenty-six minutes, with possibly the most annoying music I have ever heard, only to tell me that, according to the basic guidelines, that it isn't possible," Freed almost grunted.

"They couldn't have told you that right away?" Laxus frowned.

"That's exactly what I asked them," Freed laughed bitterly. "Apparently I did so in a 'hostile tone' and that it was bad enough to terminate the phone call."

Laxus really wanted to laugh because that sounded pretty fucking funny. But he didn't.

"What can I do?" Laxus requested.

"You don't need to- that's not why I'm here," Freed shook his head slightly, looking around. "I just wanted to see if this was still happening. You seemed to speak quite highly of the place, and I thought that it would be as good a place as any to distract myself and calm down. Though, if the person who hung up on me is to be believed, it's impossible for me to be calm."

With a grin, Laxus laughed. If Freed was making jokes about his annoyance then pretty soon Laxus would be able to do it as well.

"Well, as the fair's resident handyman, I'll be the best tour guide that you'll get," Laxus grinned, stepping back. "Normally, I'd recommend you go to the strength testing machine so you can punch something, but it's rigged and bullshit."

"It said someone's stronger than you, then?" Freed teased, and Laxus grinned back.

"You feeling cocky? Wanna see who's stronger out of both of us?"

"Well, I already know that I'd win, but if you want your ego to be damaged further then by all means," Freed grinned.

Laxus felt something like glee at the fact he had known exactly how Freed would react when challenged to prove himself in any competition. He wondered how hard it would be to lure the man into a bet, just as he himself had been lured into one earlier. By Mirajane. Who was still there, watching the two of them with a smile that Laxus knew not to trust.

"You don't mind if I show Freed around, right?" He asked her, looking at her in warning.

"Of course not, I was only staying so you wouldn't be wandering around here on your own," She patted Laxus on the shoulder. "I'll go and look after Lisanna. Hopefully, she's not vomiting on the side of the road."

"Is she alright?" Freed asked, voice concerned.

"Oh she's fine, she just doesn't know how to turn down a doughnut when they're freshly made," Mirajane laughed. "I'll see you both soon, I'm sure. And we should have a meal at some point, Freed. You're obviously important to Laxus, it'd be nice to get to know you better," She actually winked. Fucker. "Bye."

Both men wished her a goodbye, and Laxus glared at her as she left.

"So," Freed said, grinning at Laxus. "Strength tester?"

"Strength tester," Laxus nodded.

The two men, for the rest of the afternoon, made their way through almost every game that had any hint of competition to it. The only stalls that they avoided were the ones that had no chance of losing or ending without a prise. They were both openly competitive, and it had made for a fun afternoon. Playful insults were exchanged, and intolerably smug gloating followed every victory. Laxus was loving every moment of it.

He was right. He and Freed got along well outside of the house. Perhaps even better than when they worked together.

And part way through their shared afternoon together, something had struck Laxus. Freed had been stressed and had come to the fair, based off of Laxus' recommendation and perhaps knowing that Laxus would be there. A children's fairground didn't seem to be an obvious place for Freed to visit, so it was likely that he'd only gone there because of Laxus. Sure, it wasn't like Freed had any other friends in Magnolia, but he could have called Evergreen or Bickslow. But he hadn't. He'd come to Laxus to have fun.

It was nice, being Freed's first choice.

"So, you feeling less pissed off now?" Laxus asked, looking to Freed as they walked from a game.

"I believe so," Freed nodded. "I'm still angry that they couldn't be up front, though."

"Anything I can do to help?" Laxus asked, cringing slightly at the neediness he felt his question showed. But Freed didn't seem to notice, as he spoke again.

"Well," Freed said vaguely, and there was something in his voice that most concerned Laxus. "I suppose there is one thing that would definitely cheer me up."

"And that is?" Laxus asked cautiously. Freed didn't respond, instead looking past Laxus with a grin. Laxus followed his gaze and froze. "No."

"But I'm sad, Laxus," Freed said, not sounding sad at all. "And it would make me happy."

"I ain't doing it," Laxus said firmly.

And he wasn't going to do it. He wasn't. Because Freed was looking directly at a dunk tank.

A fucking dunk tank!

"Then I suppose you don't care about me," Freed was grinning, not even trying to sound upset. "I thought we were closer than that, Laxus. I suppose I was wrong."

"Guess you were," Laxus agreed. "Because there's no way I'm getting dropping into cold water in the middle of fucking autumn."

"I remember I used to come to a carnival just like this with my parents," Freed began, feigning sadness, and Laxus didn't think for a second that the topic was dropped. "You know, my parents. Who are both dead. Something that I am very sad about. In fact, I find myself sad all the time. And if there was some way to make me laugh, or bring me joy, it would be incredibly cruel to not do it. As I'm ever so sad."

It took Laxus a second to recover, because wow. Freed was doing this.

"Your mother," Laxus said slowly. "You're actually using your mother's death as a way to get me to play a carnival game. D'you think she'd be happy to know you're doing that?"

"I imagine she'd be delighted I'm being so productive with the situation," Freed grinned, and Laxus laughed. "Okay, guilting you isn't working. What will?"

"I might consider it if you do it first," Laxus smirked, crossing his arms. "I wanna see how serious you are, and if you wanna risk ruining that Armani suit of yours."

"Well, first of all, it's not Armani. It's Burberry, because I have some taste," Freed corrected, and Laxus grinned. "And as I was the one to first come up with the idea, I believe it's only fair that you get in first. That, as well as the fact that I'm so very sad."

"Nah," Laxus shook his head.

Freed sighed, and then pulled an expression that he normally only showed when he was thinking about how to approach a problem with either the house or his work. The fact he was putting this amount of thought into forcing Laxus into a damn dunk tank was both ridiculous and so fucking typical of Freed that Laxus couldn't stop himself from smiling. Only Freed could take something so stupid as this and treat it with the same level of importance as an actual legal trial for a multi-million-dollar company.

"The game is throwing balls at a target, and hitting the middle dunks the victim," Freed clarified, and Laxus raised an eyebrow. This was the first time Freed had gone lawyer mode on him. "I propose a game. I buy three balls. If I dunk you on the first, I win the game and don't have to get in the tank myself. If I dunk you on the second or third throw, you get the same three attempts as I did. If I miss altogether, then I'll pay for as many balls as you need to dunk me."

"And why is there a way for you to avoid getting on the chair altogether, but not me?" Laxus quirked an eyebrow. "And if you say your sad, I'll toss you into the water myself."

Freed thought for a moment. "Because I'm your boss and I'll fire you if you don't."

Obviously that was a joke, and Laxus laughed and shook his head. He could probably keep arguing with Freed, most likely to a point where the idea was either forgotten or presented in a way that wasn't clearly stacked against Laxus, but he wouldn't. Because Freed was clearly enjoying himself, and he had been stressed out for a while with working on the house, and his job.

A bit of cold water couldn't hurt. And he might not get wet, if Freed's aim was bad.

And if he did, well. At least Freed would be happy.

"Fine," Laxus agreed, and Freed smirked. "But if you miss your first throw, I'm gonna make sure I record it as you get dunked and I'm gonna bring it up so much more often than I bring up Elfman's weird monster costume."

"I'm sure you will," Freed grinned.

They two walked towards the dunk tank, spoke with the vendor, and Freed paid for three balls. Laxus removed any valuables that could be damaged by water and sighed as he looked up at the chair suspended over a deep tub of cold water. He climbed the small ladder and sat on the chair, shaking his head when he caught Freed's clear delight at the situation.

"You ain't gonna get me," He informed the lawyer. "If you can't use a saw without cutting yourself, you can't throw a ball."

"Keep thinking that," Freed retorted. "You'll learn otherwise."

Laxus watched as Freed positioned himself on the red circle on the grass. He took one of the baseballs in hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, changed his posture, and threw the ball with a worrying amount of speed. Laxus winced.

He didn't fall.

A muttered cuss and the sound of a ball hitting tarp rather than the wooden target made Laxus grin. So according to their game, Freed was definitely getting in the chair now. And, unlike Freed, Laxus had no intention of missing his first shot. Although he hadn't enjoyed it, Laxus had been in his high-schools baseball team as a pitcher. And hitting the target would be damn easy.

He was about to tell Freed this, when another ball flew through the air and towards the target.

Laxus still didn't fall.

Getting cocky now, Laxus puffed out his chest and laughed. Freed obviously heard this and looked towards him with a glare, which only made Laxus more amused. He was even absently swinging his legs over the water.

"You know that, if you miss this, I'm never gonna let it go, right?" Laxus boasted. "You will never fucking live it down."

"I won't miss," Freed said plainly.

"I hope not," Laxus grinned. "Because you'll look real stupid dripping wet all on yer own."

Freed didn't respond to that. He turned towards the wooden target, took his final ball, readied his position, and threw it through the air.

Laxus felt the chair disappear.

The blonde hit the ice-cold water, letting out a loud and undignified yelp. He shuddered all over, as if pelted by ice, and it took him a second to resurface. He shivered and the autumnal air hit him, feeling a hell of a lot colder now that he was covered in water. He breathed heavily and shivered as he pushed his fringe out of his hair, only to be met with the sight of Freed grinning. Holding his phone, which was clearly recording him.

"Fuck!" Laxus exclaimed, pulling at his sodden clothing that now clung to him. "Fucking hell."

"Is it cold?" Freed asked, and Laxus made his way to the inside ladder to climb out.

"Eat shit," Laxus tried to snap, but his voice quivered slightly as he left the cold water. Droplets hit the ground, and he shook off some of the water. It didn't help, as his clothes were drenched, and his skin covered with the cold water. "Get yer ass up there now, Justine."

"This attraction is closed, sir," A voice said

Laxus paused, then slowly looked towards the dunk tank's vendor.

"Your joking, right?" Laxus said, voice only slightly affected by his shivering now. "You are joking."

"It seems more profitable for me to close it down now, than to keep it open," The vendor shrugged.

For a moment, Laxus had to think about what he had said to understand it. When he finally understood the implication behind the man's words, Laxus' gaze fell onto Freed again, who didn't even have the manners to look ashamed of himself. Instead, he looked incredibly smug about what he had done.

"You bribed him to close it?" Laxus demanded, and Freed smirked wider.

"If you just let me guilt you, you wouldn't feel so betrayed right now," Freed responded. Asshole.

"You know I'm gonna throw you in there, right," Laxus took a step forward, water filled shoes squelching as he did so. "Don't think I won't, or that I can't, because we both saw how much stronger I am than you from that fucking tester."

"I believe you said that the test was rigged," Freed questioned, unmoving

"Doesn't matter," Laxus shrugged. "Because it's pretty fucking obvious that, out of the two of us, I'm bigger."

Laxus hadn't planned it. He hadn't even been aware that he'd done it. But, at one point during their exchange, he had grabbed Freed by the tie. It was meant to be an accompaniment to his threat. A way to let Freed know that, although he wasn't actually angry with him, he was going to throw him into the water to even things out. And it might have worked, had he not been dragging Freed towards him. But now they were close.

They were very close.

So close that Laxus' shivering breath was now hitting Freed's lips. So close that Laxus noticed a small mark below Freed's eye that he's never seen before. So close that he suddenly felt incredibly aware of how his clothes were hugging him now, a feeling that made him seem incredibly vulnerable.

If he leant forward, their lips would touch.

They seemed to realise what had happened at the same time. And for a moment, neither spoke.

"I-I should get home," Laxus eventually said, voice weaker as he let Freed's tie go. "Probably should shower and change."

"Of course," Freed's voice was also distant. "Should I drive you-"

"I can walk, it ain't far," Laxus lied. "See ya."

"Bye," Freed replied, stepping back.

Perhaps stupidly, Laxus turned, stalked away, and refused to look back.

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Precious 🌸 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Gender of the reader: female

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: purest Fluff and so fluffy Smut it's literally Fluff!

AU: Etablished Relationship AU

Warnings: FLUFF (yeah, this here should be a real warning!) !Some Mature Content! Nipple Play, Body-Worshipping, Praising, Fingering, Soft (dirty) Talk, Mentions of Sextoys and Tears of Joy

This all here is just freaking tooth rotting fluff and it's really freaking cute!

A/N: Hello my Sweeties!

Here we go again, I got something for you! I wrote this fic also for a wonderful friend of mine for her birthday (yes, my friends are really spoiled by me!) and I got her permission to upload it. And to be honest, I'm really proud of myself that I could write such cute fluffy Smut with a great Story because usually I know myself as really kinky Shit (*cough* My Kink-Scenario *cough*) and I really hope you guys enjoy this story as much as my friend and I do!

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Summary: Today is your birthday and because your last few weeks have been terribly stressful, you want nothing more than to be able to sleep in on your day off. However, Namjoon has to go to practice all day long, that's why he has found a very gentle method of waking you up to unpack your presents with you together...

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"Hey Baby ...", Namjoon whispers and gives you a little kiss on the temple before he kisses his way down to your collarbone. You sigh sleepily, only an incomprehensible mumbling leaves your lips. You don't want to get up yet, today is your birthday after all and you took some extra time off from work just for today to get some really good and long sleep. You know, Namjoon has to go to practice early in the morning again, but you told him last Night, before you two went to bed, to let you sleep in.

"What's up, Joonie ...", you mumble tormented, you wanting nothing more than your well-deserved sleep, which you almost gave yourself as a present for your own birthday.

"I told you to let me sleep ...", you complain and want to pull the blanket over your head again. However, Namjoon sits in the way and gently treats your neck with soft butterfly kisses. You are still too sleepy to resist these caresses and let your arms slide back onto the soft mattress.

"I know, I know, Babygirl. I should let you sleep in peace, but today is your birthday and I wouldn't see you all day otherwise, Darling. But I made something up for you in my mind, how I could wake you up in a soft and gentle way... I hope you're not mad at me anymore then."

Curious what this announcement could mean, you crook one of your eyes open to a small slit and look at him questioningly, but he just smiles softly and whispers: "Just close your eyes and let yourself be surprised... is your birthday today!"

When he starts to call you by your (secretly loved) petnames in such a loving way, it couldn't be that bad.

"Okay ...", you say quietly and finally give in, let yourself sink back into the pillows and close your eyes again.

Namjoon laughs briefly, looks at you with pure affection and love. Carefully, he pushes the blanket a bit away from your upper body, although he has just recently turned on the heating again, just as a precaution. The last thing he wants you to start freezing and shaking in what's coming next. Well ... you may like to begin trembling... but definitely not from a cool breeze!

Before proceeding with his actual plan, Namjoon looks at you again.

Your beautiful face, glad, he saw your furrowed eyebrows and knitted forehead way too often. Now everything is smooth and flawless again, without this one, always noticeable stress crease. Your eyes are closed, your breath is calm and even. Hopefully, that will not stay that way for much longer.

Carefully, Namjoon pushes a loose strap of your slightly too-large top off your shoulder and leans forward to caress the now exposed skin gently and calmly. He takes his time, a lot more time than usual. He hates himself for that all over again, as he has been able to allow so often in the recent times, not to pay your body the attention he deserves.

The last weeks, if not months, have been a nightmare. He loves his work, really! Nevertheless, the comeback drove him to the edge of despair. He spent most of his time either in the studio, in meetings, on the filming set for the new MV, or at least a few hours more than anyone else in the dance studio to perfect his Part in the choreography.

You took a new job that put the icing on the cake. Your working hours overlap with his few breaks, so you both have seen each other at the same time in your shared apartment only every two or three days. And mostly, you just gave each other the doorknob in the hand, because when one of you came home, the other Person headed directly to his work. Time was often only for a little peck and nothing more.

However, every now and then, as if by a miracle, when you both spent one or two hours together, most of the time you were like animals in heat and you just fucked each other senseless for some stress relief or just only to feel close to each other again.

Too much frustration and stress had accumulated in the time when you couldn't see each other. Sometimes you both felt more like two Singles instead of a Couple living together.

Some nights, when Namjoon came home late and you already slept, he wondered how much longer you could stand it.

How long you still want to join him, his turbulent life. When the time has come, when it becomes too unbearable, not only to have a long-distance relationship with your boyfriend when they are on Tour, but also to lead a kind of non-existent relationship. Your shared chat and perhaps the together signed rental contract still hinted at your relationship.

Namjoon has the feeling that he has to make it up again, just to get along with his own conscience. He has to show you how much he loves you, that he needs you not "just only" as a sexual stress reliever, because he loves you above all else and doesn't know how to withstand all this stress when you weren't by his side anymore.

You build him up again when he's close to a mental breakdown because too many people are demanding his attention all at the same time. You reassure him when he thinks he's a big disappointment for his members and when he thinks he's driving Hoseok insane when he can't learn the choreography so quickly like the other members. These times when he thinks he isn't enough for Armys. At least when he has the opinion he's not good enough for your patience and kindness.

That's why he wants to try to give something of this attention back to you.

A soft sigh leaves your lips as Namjoon moves lower with his kisses, pushing your top barely noticeable down, until the other strap slips off your shoulder too and finally exposes your breasts.

Namjoon raises his head slightly to look at your beautiful, perfectly imperfect breasts. Your left breast is a little bit larger than your right one. A detail that made you feel ashamed because you had to make some uncomfortable experiences with this unique feature. Your previous partners liked it to make a bad joke here and there about them, didn't even realize what they had done to you with such comments.

"Baby, I hope you know how beautiful you are, how beautiful your whole body is, with every little special detail. How beautiful your breasts are, their shape and how differently they react to my caresses, how perfect your left breast fits in my hands and how sensitive your right nipple is, all these details just makes it more interesting to play with your body..."

You giggle softly, full of embarrassment and hide your blushing face behind your hands. But Namjoon grabs your wrists and pulls them aside with gentle force.

"Hey, Babygirl, don't be ashamed, please don't be embarrassed of your body or what I'm saying, I'm absolutely serious, okay?"

He strokes your cheek before he gives you a long, sensual kiss. It's about time that you remember how much you are loved and Namjoon is eager to give you the attention you deserve. Otherwise, you only were so embarrassed at the beginning of your relationship with his compliments.

"I love you, and I want you to know that too, verbally and with touches as well. I want you to feel attractive and wanted, just like you are, with that damn hot body and your dirty mind, Darling. Just relax, I'll take care of you."

You nod lightly, throw a grateful smile full of love to your boyfriend that he cares so patiently for your insecurities and makes you feel so good again. With a smile, Namjoon kisses your lips one last time before returning his full attention to your chest and closing his lips around the nipple of your right breast.

A small moan escapes your lips and a heated shudder runs down your spine. Namjoon knows your body very well, knows where to touch you to elicit such reactions right away.

Joonie starts to grin, more than satisfied with these reactions he gets out of you. His left hand wanders to your other breast, begins to gently massaging it, rubbing his palm over your nipple, before he tease it with his thumb a little bit.

You bite your lower lip, try to hold back these sinful sounds in your throat, don't try to give Namjoon the satisfaction of having made you completely weak already. The tiredness that had previously been in your bones fades away more and more with every second.

Instead, heat spreads through your body, seizing every nerve cell of your body like a raging bushfire, especially the area between your thighs begin to burn with lustful heat. You might get used to being woken up like this some more often.

"You love it how I play with your nipples, don't you, Baby? I think you're already wet between those beautiful legs of yours...", mumbles Namjoon with his hot breath against your nipple, makes you shudder even more.

Like before he take his time for all parts of the body, so he did with your breasts. So long that you start getting impatient and a soft "Please ..." slip out of you. You want more, you need more, this heat in your abdomen is hardly bearable anymore.

"What do you want, Honey?"

"More, please give me more...", you whimper.

Your arousal has already soaked your panties completely, it sticks umcomfortable to you. All you want right now is to get rid of it and hope that Namjoon doesn't make you wait too long until he gives you some relief.

"As you wish, Birthday Girl"

He repositions himself next to you, now sitting on his calves at the level of your hip, carefully pushing the rest of the blanket off your body. When he sees this thin, white cotton panties with small blue dots, he finds it on the one hand unbelievably cute but on the other hand also really sexy.

You spread your legs a bit more to give Namjoon the hint that you really need him down there. Joonie can already see it, the fabric between your thighs has turned dark from arousal.

He lets his index finger stroke over the damp fabric, makes you flinch.

"Already so wet, baby ... just for me ...", he wispers more to himself, amazed how wonderful your body reacts to his touches.

"Don't tease me ...", you whimper and move restlessly back and forth. You need him, his fingers, his tongue, whatever he wants to give you between your legs. Without this damn panties.

Namjoon realizes how you grown impatient and helps you to get rid of this annoying piece of cloth. And now, you're lying there in front of him, showing him your bare and beautiful body, allowing him to see you so vulnerable and naked. Show him with so much devotion and love, you don't want anything more than your release from this hell of lust with his help.

"Baby, I know... I've said it countless times, but you're so beautiful, I love you, so freaking much, I'll give you what you need the most now."

Without hesitating unnecessarily, he let his right hand glides between your thighs, grabs your hand with his left hand, interlocks his fingers with your own. You begin to smile at this small but significant gesture, but close your eyes the next moment again and your lips parts to let out a moan.

Namjoon's fingers caress your wet folds, divide slowly with two fingers and rub your clit. Electric shocks shoot through your body, driving you crazy.

Between moaning and gasping for breath, you mumble some incomprehensible words, repeating your boyfriend's name over and over again like a luck bringing mantra. Like a salvation bringing mantra.

After coating his fingers with enough arousal, he let his fingers sinks lower, gently sliding the second finger into you after the first one and placing his thumb on your clit.

You push your back in the air, snapping gasped for breath, a soft, whimpered "Please" stumbles over your open lips. Begging for more, you roll your pelvis towards him, trying to ride his fingers, which so far remain still in you.

"Whatever you want, Princess...", gasps Namjoon, fucking turned on by this scenery in front of his eyes. But you are the only important priority now.

He guides your interwined hands to his lips and begins to place countless little kisses on your knuckles and the back of your Hand as his other fingers begin to move inside of you.

Namjoon gently starts to bend his fingers inside of you, knowing exactly where to find that sweet spot in you that makes you float into the sky.

"Oh God... Oh God... N-Namjoon...", you babble softly. Feel, how the heat within you becomes unbearable and that knot in your abdomen is not far from bursting.

"Yes Babygirl, I know you're close. I'm here baby. I'm here and gonna hold you when you're tumbles over the edge and begin to fall."

Your eyebrows are kitted together, your eyes are squeezed shut and your mouth is open, ready to let your silent moan ecape into the room.

Namjoon accelerates its rhythm, draws small circles over your clit, feels how your walls are tightening. Your legs starts to shake and your throat will flow over with small whimpers.

"I'm gonna... I-I'm gonna...", you wisper breathless.

"Come, Princess. Come for me, Babygirl. You're doing it so well, get your well deserved orgasm." Namjoon encourages you with his breathless voice.

Placing a last kiss on the back of your hand before the fireball bursts in you and you will be carried away in waves of lust for a few moments.

Seeing you reaching your High is a very personal gift for Namjoon.

You look so beautiful, so careless and peaceful. As you recover from your orgasm, Namjoon leans forward and presses a tender kiss on your lips.

"Happy Birthday, Babygirl~"

Namjoon comes back from the bathroom with a soft, wet towel to clean the little mess between your legs up (what he caused!). Then he goes to your dresser and gets you a new pair of panties from the drawer in that you store your underwear. This time it's pair of white panties with red dots on them.

You watch him the whole time with sleepy eyes and a smile full of affection. After such a wonderful orgasm, you could immediately go back to sleep, completely satisfied and there is still the will to sleep through the whole morning.

"Hey darling ... you have to stay awake for a bit longer, but then you can sleep through the rest of the day," says Namjoon softly and tries his best to keep you awake in a gentle way.

"How about a latte macchiato and your favorite croissants from "La petit réve de Florence" ? Before I woke you up I got breakfast for you. There was too much danger that I would break something in the kitchen... again.", he says quietly with a small self-ironic laugh.

Just the thought of a wonderful latte macchiato and these fluffy croissants from the french boulangerie of your trust elicits a sigh of pleasure out of you and actually makes you sit up in bed with a hearty yawn and lean against the headboard.

Namjoon takes your new position as an approval that a french breakfast is the best thing to start in the day of your birthday and disappears into the kitchen.

Namjoon comes back with a richly laid bed tray to eat comfortably in bed. He places it carefully over your lap on the mattress so that you can eat in peace. The latte has already cooled down a bit and is now at the perfect temperature to drink and the croissants smell wonderful. Namjoon also filled jam in tiny bowls, in which you dip the ends of your croissants.

"You can already start to eat, I have to get some more things", says your boyfriend, who is already walking through the door frame of your bedroom and disappeared again.

You look after him with your mouth full of croissant, but only shrug with your shoulders and dedicate your full attention now to the delicious breakfast in front of you.

Namjoon returns to the room with a second tray, tries to balance the wrapped presents and the various boxes as best he can to your side of the bed. When he has placed everything safely on the dressing chair next to your nightstand, he gives you his typical, irresistible smile again with his damn cute dimples in his cheeks.

"Happy Birthday, my Love!"

You almost choke when you realize how many gifts are there and your eyes are almost the size of a plate.

"Those... are they all for me?"

"Does anyone else in this household have birthday today? Of course they are for you, Jagi!", says Namjoon with a big smile.

"B-But at first, let me eat my croissants before I unwrap the presents! I don't want to spread crumbs all over the bed," you answer your overexited boyfriend.

Namjoon nods and tries his absolute best to stay calm, but he is too excited to gives his presents to you, so that he can hardly sit calmly next to you, always rocks nervously back and forth.

"Which gift do you want to unpack first?", he asks immediately when you wipe the last puff pastry crumbs from the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

A little bit overwhelmed, you let your gaze wander over the presents until you shrug your shoulders undecided.

"I have no idea, everything has such nice wrapping paper, so I don't want to tear it apart in general..."

Namjoon rolls his eyes playfully, he can't do anything with such a pointless answer. That's why he ultimately decides to give you the biggest gift of all of them.

A wide band of white silk is tied around the oval box, so that a perfect large bow sits on the lid of the box. You pull carefully the bow open and remove the lid from the stable and high-quality box.

You gasp when you see the pastel pink rabbit vibrator. You carefully take it out of the preformed indentation and look at it with fascination from all sides. It's not a big surprise that Namjoon gives you a sex toy as a present, you have given each other toys for the bedroom from time to time already before today.

However, this little exemplar is a completely different level, this here is no longer a "normal" sex toy, this is a real luxury item.

"The worldtour starts soon and we won't be able to see each other for months again and I thought... this one here could serve you well, when I unfortunately couldn't satisfy your needs by myself, even if I would like to do it for you when certain desires are no longer bearable... anyway, according to the reviews, it should have an excellent vibration, which should also be very powerful if you can trust these comments...", Namjoon explained his motives for this gift and winked at you with a cheeky grin.

You playfully hit Namjoon against the upper arm, who groans overdramatically "from the unbearable pain" and complacently observes how the pink blush rises on your cheeks. Especially when you consider that Namjoon spoiled you with his fingers just around twenty minutes ago and gave you a breathtaking orgasm.

As carefully as you unwrapped this gift, you gently put it back in his box and place it behind you on Namjoon's bedside. As soon as you have turned to the front again, Joonie has three other gifts ready. They reminds you of books in terms of their shape and size, what allows you to look forward in a certain anticipation. You're right with your guess and with every book that you unpack, your joy about these carefully selected gifts only increases more and more. All three books were written by your favorite authors, are the first edition and are bound in a beautiful hardcover.

In that moment you just want to hug your boyfriend and squeak full of joy, however, he stops you with a loving gesture, indicating the last book you unpacked.

"Baby, have a look...", he says and makes promising gestures on the book cover. You open the book curiously and put your hand over your mouth, can't believe what you'll find there.

The recently published book by your absolute favorite author is personally signed by her and the small text she wrote in the book is addressed to you!

You would love to have a book signed by her by hand... and now you have one that is also personalized just for you!

Dear Mrs. Y/N Kim

I am very pleased to hear that you read my books so diligently and sometimes even late into the night that your husband has to take my writings away from you and hide it so that you can still grab some sleep. I am deeply honored by this, but please make sure you have a healthy sleep rhythm! I only speak from own experiences...

I also wish you a wonderful birthday and all the best! Have fun with my new book!

Yours sincerely Y/F/A

(P.S .: I know you two are not married, but I think you're the perfect couple and I wish you the best for your hopefully shared future!)

"Oh my god, Namjoon... that's... that's... I have no words! She already calls me Mrs. Kim! Namjoon! How did you do it!?"

"Well,Y/N, there must be some advantages to being famous and everyone knows you... I called her publishing company and asked if anything like this could be arranged. The next day I was called back and suddenly I had her on the phone personally and we had a little small talk... she is really nice and I already had back then the feeling during the phone call that she lowkey ship us... ", explains Namjoon and laughs at the end a little bit and shakes his head amused.

Without realizing it, tears running down your cheeks and you throw yourself around your darling's neck. Now you're really start to sob.

"Thank you, Namjoon! Thank you, thank you, thank you for these wonderful birthday presents and this wonderful morning! I love you so much, I don't know how I can thank you for it! I-"

"Wait, wait baby! We're not done yet! The best alyways comes at the end, right?", he says and shush you gently.

"Wait, what? More? A-And even better?... Namjoon, you've gone completely crazy!", you sniff, giggling and trying to wipe the tears of joy out of your eyes.

He picks up the tray again and pulls out a plain, white envelope with your name on it in his handwriting.

With shaky fingers, you pull out a single ticket and scan with your eyes over the informations. It's a ticket from Seoul to your hometown, on a date where you already booked a ticket for yourself because your parents celebrated their silver wedding anniversary that specific weekend, but unfortunately Namjoon had to cancel because... wait-

"Namjoon, wha-"

He gently takes the ticket out of your hands, puts it on your nightstand and then looks straight into your eyes and takes your hands in his.

A smile full of love is on his lips and his eyes starts to shine in a dangerous way too, as if tears are forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Do you remember last week, when I came home all stressed and edgy and that for days? Partially I didn't want to tell you what's going on? That was because I had some arguments with Sejin and Si-hyuk, because I wanted to have three days off so that I could fly with you to your parents and accompany you to their silver wedding anniversary. After a few clarifying discussions I was finally able to arrange it and got their 'Okay'. So I got yesterday finally the chance to book my ticket. I'll come with you and we'll fly to your parents together!"

"Namjoon! You really went completely crazy! I'm the reason you've been having all this trouble?! You can't be serious!"

You almost shout at him and throw yourself at him, crying and sobbing. Nothing holds your tears anymore, they just run down your cheeks and you are so overwhelmed with all this joy and love you feel for him that you can't calm down right now.

Namjoon gently caresses your back, talks you into comfort, but also gives you the time you need to process all of this in your head and slowly come down.

"N-Namjoon! Please explain to me how I deserve all of...", you are making an extravagant gesture around you two where all the presents are scattered all over the bed "... this here?"

"You know, Y/N... I ask myself the same question every day when I wake up next to you and have the possibility to look into your beautiful face. What I deserved to have met you. A person who takes me the way I am, without wanting to change me. A person who supports me as I need it at this specific moment. A person who is patient with me when I'm impatient with myself and sometimes have unbearable phases. A person who loves me when I can't love myself in dark days. And all these things you've done for me, even when I don't have the time for you that I would like to have. I just wanted to return the favor."

You open your trembling lips, try to respond to his wonderful words, but no sound comes out of your throat. You simply cannot find any words for this literally breathtaking declaration of love.

Namjoon smiles at you softly and yet a bit nervously, almost looks like a shy schoolboy who confess his love to his crush. Then he takes the floor again.

"But please believe me, Y/N, I don't want to buy your love with these gifts here and also all these small souvenirs from these different countries and even when I just want to give you a little gift, I only want you to know that I always think of you. And somehow want to show myself recognizable, even if I have a lack of goddamn time for it. This time that I would like to spend with you. Therefore I would like to thank you again and again, that you give me the chance to realize my dream job and at the same time I am lucky enough to be able to complete this dream with you. Thank you. I love you so much and maybe you can understand now how much I love and appreciate you."

Namjoon's voice begins to tremble towards the end and when you look up at him you see tears running down from the corner of his eyes. Your heart feels as if it can no longer withstand this love in your chest and wants to burst into thousand pieces.

"I love you too, Namjoon. So, so much! And now, right now, I know exactly how much you love me, that sometimes it just steals my voice...", you sob.

You lie in the arms of each other a few more moments, enjoy being allowed to be so close to the other person, at least for a tiny moment. Until Namjoon's timer rings, which should remind him that he should go for practice now. A frustrated sigh escapes Namjoon.

"Hey Baby, it's time to continue working on your dream and make it come true... right? And I want to go back to sleep anyway until my girls storms our apartment to celebrate my birthday too. Come on, hop hop, out of the bed! Hobi doesn't like to wait! ",you giggle and shoo him out of bed.

At the door, Namjoon turns around to you the last time.

"I love you, my Queen."

"I love you too, my King."

You start to laugh together before the front door closes and you sink back into the pillows with a slight smile in your lips.

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ABC’s of Arthur Fleck (fem!reader)

A/N: I’m not sure if this has been done before many times, so sorry if it’s repetitive. I saw this prompt list online and thought ‘why not?’ ALSO. I don’t know who to credit for the list. So, if you know…tell me and I’ll give credit where it’s due! :)

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)

It’s no secret that Arthur is touch starved. He is always finding some way to show you his deep and meaningful affection for you. He’s not used to public display’s, and he likes to keep you all to himself, so he’ll typically opt for private moments over public ones. He absolutely adores playing with your fingers, placing soft kisses on your neck, or drawing patterns across your skin. He has to feel you to know that you’re really there.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

Arthur finds something new every day that he swears will be his favorite memory. He cherishes every single moment with you, even the little arguments, because it all reminds him how much you love him. If he was forced to choose, he would say that his favorite memory is the first time he opened up about his mental illnesses to you. You, of course, were incredibly supportive and patient. He had never felt so loved before in his life.

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious)

Arthur loves all animals, but he has always wanted a little kitten. They are playful, but not too hyper. They also don’t require as much care, and Arthur already has a lot on his plate. Although you’ve never talked about it, he secretly hopes you both will get a pet one day.

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?)

Besides spreading joy and laughter, his biggest dream has already come true. If Arthur could, he’d spend the rest of his life making sure that you’re happy. He wasn’t sure if he’d be a good father or not, but if a baby was something you wanted or desired, he would put every last inch of effort into making that a reality when the time is right. He barely believes that you love him unconditionally, let alone another little human. He would be grateful either way.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? Do they go out? Do they read?)

Arthur’s perfect evening would go like this: cuddle with you, cook you some dinner, practice his standup routine to see your pretty little smile, cuddle with you, watch the Murray Franklin show, and then cuddle with you. He couldn’t get enough of your arms around him, and if he had to save up a little extra money to buy a few more soft sweaters (just so you would lay your head on his chest), so be it. Let it be known that he’s also not opposed to spending the evening in the bedroom. He can always watch Murray another time.

F = first date (what was it like?)

It was a little awkward for the both of you. Arthur was still so new to dating, and he didn’t want to do anything wrong. Plus, neither of you are rolling in money, and so you just stayed in at Arthur’s apartment. He cooked a nice meal for the both of you, put on a Charlie Chaplin film, and introduced you to his mother, Penny. It was unconventional, all over the place, and different from what you were expecting. However, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. The night was very Arthur, and it only made you fall harder.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)

He has different types of laughs. Some fill you with absolute adoration and joy. Others fill you with sadness and pain. His attacks come when he’s feeling anxious, dissociative, or under-appreciated. His beautiful, real laugh comes out while watching Murray, joking around with one another, and when he plays practical jokes on you. You taught him a few pranks because you knew they would make him happy, and boy did they. Switching sugar for salt is funny, but only the first time.

H = hugs (do they like hugs?)

He LOVES hugs. He likes ‘goodbye, I’ll see you after work’ hugs. He adores ‘we just had a fight, and I’m really sorry’ hugs. He fonds over ‘I missed you so much’ hugs. He feels lucky to get ‘it’s okay, I’m here for you’ hugs. But his favorite hugs are ‘there’s no reason, I just wanted to be near you’ hugs. Yeah. He loves hugs.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?) Arthur doesn’t play an instrument. When he was a child, he never had the time or money to learn. As an adult, he thinks it’s too late to try and get into the hobby. He figures he probably wouldn’t be very good at it. You assure him though, if he wants to try, you’ll find a way to make it happen. He feels music deep within him, and you know he’d be a wonderful musician.

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?)

You do. Nothing brings more happiness to Arthur’s life than you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you look at him. It’s all so overwhelming sometimes. Not many other things bring him to pure joy; Gotham hasn’t been kind to him. However, the city almost seems like Heaven when you’re around.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

It depends. When Arthur is feeling confident, he can take charge and definitely get caught up in the moment. His first priority is pleasing you. Early on in the relationship, he was incredibly shy. He felt like he would break you, or scare you away if he touched you too much. He’s come a long way, but he still has days where all he can give are small, timid kisses. Either way, you love them.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush)

Arthur doesn’t mean to, but he’s pretty obsessive. As soon as he set his sights on you, he knew he had to be near you. It took him awhile to get the courage to actually talk to you, but he admired you from afar quite a bit.

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?)

Again, Arthur loves every memory with you in it. His childhood memories weren’t exactly pleasant, and life before you was…difficult. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life creating new memories with you.

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

His biggest pet peeve is unkind behavior. Sure, he hates when people are so mean to him. Especially when he’s only been kind to the people of Gotham. But no. Unkind behavior to himself was one thing, but unkind behavior to you? It made him livid. If someone was rude, said a snarky comment, or harassed you in any way, he would furiously write his feelings down in his journal. So much so that his therapist asked when his joke diary turned into a Y/N diary. He just blushed at that.

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?)

It’s always been Arthur’s dream to be a comedian. Well, except for that one brief moment when he was a child when he wanted to be a pirate. But he doesn’t talk about that. He knows just how cruel this world can be, and he wants to spread love and joy as much as he can. What better way than making people laugh?

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

Arthur would be a…nervous parent. During the pregnancy, he would be constantly afraid that you or the baby would get hurt. Not to mention, he’s read stories about women dying during labor.

It terrifies him to think of that.

After you and the baby were safely home, he would always make sure you both were happy and healthy. He often wrote his worries down about parenting in his notebook. A few of them being: “What if my kid thinks im as weerd as other people do?” “My baby mite have some of the same mental illnesses as me. Maybe insomneea.” Arthur also knows how bad he is at spelling. What if his child needed help with their homework? Would he be smart enough to do so? Would his kid be embarrassed by him? These thoughts often plagued Arthur’s mind. He kept it to himself for now though; he didn’t want to worry you.

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)

Arthur doesn’t even know what’s real in the natural world around him. Or at the very least, he questions it quite a bit. He spends too much of his time trying to convince himself that you’re real; he hasn’t had time to think much about ghost or aliens.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)

Of course he is romantic. He gets discouraged by his gestures, and he wishes he could do more for you. He hopes every day that you’re not disappointed in him (you aren’t). He loves cooking you good meals, buying you flowers when he can, or taking an extra shift at HaHa’s in order to buy you a gift. He’s seriously considered selling his Charlie Chaplin movie collection to take you out to a fancy dinner. The only reason he hasn’t is because he knows you’d be upset if he did.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail)

Is this even a question? YOU! When you’re smiling, Arthur’s smiling. The Murray show often makes him smile too, but he still loves you more. (You hope!)

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

He’s pretty clingy. Being apart from you for too long makes him anxious. You’re the one who grounds him and makes him think positively. Without you, all he’s got is himself and his thoughts. Both of which, can lead him down a spiraling path. He prefers to be with you at any hour he can; if he could spend all 24 hours with you, he would.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable?)

You love Arthur, but you hate how insecure he is. You’re patient because it makes sense, and you understand him. However, you wish more than anything that Arthur could see just how beautiful and amazing he is. You hate when he talks down about himself; after all, that’s the man you’re in love with. As for you, he likes everything about you. The only thing that irritates worry’s him at times is your need to make sure he’s okay. You’ve nearly fought people who are blatantly rude to him, and it upsets him to know that you could be hurt in the process.

“I’m not worth it,” he’ll tell you.

There’s that self-doubt again.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

You don’t really take any videos; neither of you have the money to spend on a video camera. You do have a polaroid camera that you’ve kept with you, and you love taking pictures of Arthur. Pictures of his face are scattered around your apartment. Sometimes you’ll take pictures of yourself too and tape them where he can find them. It helps remind him that you’re real, and you love him.

W = wedding (what will the wedding be like?)

The wedding is small. Neither of you even expected to get married when you did. Arthur decided it was time to marry you, and so he asked. He saved up money for months to buy you a ring. The ring still wasn’t all that big, but you didn’t care one bit. It was beautiful to you. His speech was short and sweet, complete with nervous stutters and blushes.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you something better,” Arthur blushed, looking a little ashamed at the small ring he held in his hand. “But-but I wanted to marry you now. Or, I wanted to ask you. Shit! I didn’t- I didn’t ask you. Do- do you want to marry me?”

It was perfect. You both were so excited to marry one another that you couldn’t care less about the actual wedding process. That night, and way into the morning, you both surely had fun celebrating your love.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)

The 1920′s silent film Treasure Island made him want to be a pirate when he was younger. He thought he would go on adventures, find treasure, and sail the open seas. As a kid, that looked like ultimate freedom.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, scent, word, anything)

Arthur hates bully’s. He also hates when you shrug after he asks you something important about yourself. For example, all the times he asks what’s wrong, or why you feel insecure, or if you think you’re beautiful, and you shrug? Yeah, he hates that. He knows you might just need some time, but he doesn’t like to see you upset.

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)

Arthur is a heavy sleeper when he can actually fall asleep. Because of his insomnia, he has a hard time getting to sleep and staying asleep. You often find yourself awake with him, keeping him company or stroking his hair until he’s tired again. When he does get a few hours in, you try to be as quiet as humanly possible so you don’t wake him up. Arthur loves falling asleep with you tucked into his side, or he into yours. He has to admit, he’s never slept more peacefully than with you by his side.

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akathecentimetre · 4 years

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So here’s the thing.

Of course I love The Old Guard. Like, of COURSE I do. It is everything I like and everything you all have gotten used to knowing I like, from found family to unconditional love to the yummy yummy historical tidbits. It’s going to have a truly Great fandom.

But watching it was not, for me, some huge revelatory experience in media because - well, I’ve written it before. Many times, in scattered pieces, across a lot of my fic. And what made me cry last night when I finally watched it was that it’s the spitting image of an epic vampire story that I wrote, over a decade ago, with Rio (@aumerle-that-was).

Who is now dead. Recently dead. [I wrote a post about her here.]

The Barrens will most likely never make it to publication. It’s huge, and unwieldy, and full of unnecessary crack because I was an 18-19-20-year-old virgin when we were spending the most time on it. But it’s 232,761 words of memories, of laughter, of love, and, as I mentioned in my previous post, of me learning how to write at all.

I miss her. I wish she was still here, to see The Old Guard and love it (GOD she would have loved it). I wish she was here so she could write the most beautiful, unbearable, Italianate fic of Joe & Nicky that anyone could have ever imagined. They deserve a gifset set to her Coldplay “roman cavalry choirs” singing.

Here’s some tiny images of what we wrote, focusing on various characters (including one called Rio, of no relation; this epic started, if you can believe, as a football/soccer RPF AU). I’ve picked out some character moments rather than historical bits, but fair warning that there’s mention of some nasty/upsetting stuff.

It was the need to eat, and the need to live, and the need to go on, and it was, as the last sliver of sun splintered on the deep blue of Capri's sea, utterly unendurable, because he knew that he would, he would get up, he would go on, he would feed, and he would keep living. He would keep living, and the grief and anguish in his mind would keep on with him, the raw, still-bleeding edges of the severed bond breathing with him, and the new fear and hatred he had learned keeping him company with them.

He would just refuse to think, that was all. That couldn't be so hard.

It couldn't.

He closed his eyes, and swallowed, shutting down memories and envy and misery at once, and drew a deep, unnecessary breath before he looked out at the Mouth of Truth again. He walked over to it slowly, and put his hand in. "I don't miss you," he said. "And you needed to die." Robin whined sadly behind him. The Mouth stayed open.

Things were shutting down, blowing out like lamps at night, and all he could think was thank God, because he didn't want this anymore, couldn't stand it, and he thought it might be his life that was guttering out like a candle, and it was really too much effort to care, because peace.

...but as bad as dying was, it was nothing compared to waking up again.

Fingers were tapping him sharply on one cheek. "'Ey. 'Ey, come on, wake up."

He opened his eyes. And immediately shouted out in a mix of pain, terror, and absolutely overwhelming confusion, because his head hurt so badly he thought he just might have been brained with an axe, and when he struggled into a sitting position it was to the realization that his clothes were soaked with blood, and that just couldn't be good at all. His hands shot to his throat, but when he found that there was nothing there - no torn flesh, no blood, no wound, no nothing - all he could let out was a horrified sort of squeak.

There was the odd laugh again, and it didn't help at all to realize he could feel it now, as if he was tapped into the other man's amusement like some barrel of watered beer left running.

"Very good," the man's voice rumbled, making him jump again, because he didn't just hear it, it was like it was in his ear. "Now then. Follow these regles" - a piece of crumpled paper was thrust into his bloody palm - "and you shall be just fine, yes? Yes. I think you shall be fine." And then the man stood, stepped over him, and opened the door, pushing Rio's nerveless legs aside as it swung on its hinges. "I think I had better go. Too much - commotion. Bonsoir!"

"And fuck you," Rio managed to croak with some vehemence, feeling the amusement fade out and vanish, as though it had never been there at all. If it weren't for the way his head felt and the state of his hands and clothes, he'd have thought he'd dreamed it - got coshed, maybe, and dreamed it. The crumpled piece of paper was telling him otherwise. The slightly-mangled syntax was bad enough without it apparently being straight out of a child's fairy tale.

Never kill when you drink. Never go out in the sun unless you have strength enough. If it is possible, no churches. NEVER TOUCH SILVER. Run from Hunters, do not fight. Be polite when you use your mind, otherwise it will hurt.

Bonds of love are forever.

He had got as far as the steps when the world began to shatter, as though cacophony could be made into feeling, sending him in a kind of sideways fall against the stone balustrade, and wondering how he had never known there was this much pain in the world, because it was worse even than the night he had been left to bleed his life out on a London street, worse than silver, worse than anything he could begin to think of as comparison. It was the utter definition of agony, and all he could think was that he needed it to stop, it had to stop, before his mind fragmented and splintered along with it.

It came to him, distant and heartwrenching, that this was what Cruyff had meant by letting go, that he had to withdraw or risk going irrevocably mad, but - fuck, fuck, how could he let go of everything, Cruyff was everything, it was impossible that he should be - imposs -

He fell against the wall, toppled onto his knees, and screamed.

“And if you want immortality for someone, the last thing you want is to find yourself becoming a murderer. Unless you're Marco..." he trailed off with a sigh, and shook his head. "Marco seduced a girl in Babylon --"

"Babylon --!" Rio gaped. Babylon didn't even exist any more, God, what sort of timescale were they talking about here?

"He went with Alexander," Gullit said patiently, "and if you want to know more about that, read a book."

Gullit bristled and snarled without actually saying anything, giving Rio the distinct impression that the master vampire was more of a real wolf than Robin would ever be. "Go on then," he snapped. "Tell me to my face that you will be able to wake up tomorrow night and do what you have to do. That is all the time I will allow you - and I will know if you are lying."

Rio swallowed. He thought of silver, and the way it burned even when it wasn't a knife, thought of how it tainted everything, how the thought even of being there one more second alongside that pain was almost impossible. He thought of how it was now his knife, how he had earned the pain and the ability both, and owned them by name and by right.

He thought, deliberately, of the scars on Ed's body, of the look in his eyes that first night at Stevie's, as though the world were a place of ash and horror and nothing good could even be imagined.

He thought of Gullit, whose sons were dead and had no-one to lay claim to him or who he could be part of but Marco, and who carried on, scarred and limping and casting his damn spells, trying to earn something Rio thought just might be the forgiveness of the twice-dead.

"Yeah," he said then, looking straight into Gullit's dark, hot eyes. "I could."

"Could you really," Gullit said thoughtfully. It wasn't, terrifyingly, anywhere near a question.

I can make no predictions, so consider this an indefinite promise: you are not going back.

Rio's mind turned into a perfect, careful blank of pure incomprehension.

Back here? he ventured, because if that was it, he really didn't understand, since how not coming back here was anything but good was absolutely and completely beyond him. How he was supposed to feel anything but thank-you-God about even the idea of never coming back here was apparently a mental leap he was incapable of making.

There was a snort of derision, the horrid sound failing to arouse even a twitch of amusement from anyone. No, Rio, Gullit whispered. He had to live with the possibility of never - that his pain would never end. And now you’re going to live with it too. You’re going to live with the thought that you might never kill Marco... and, due to the extremes of unpredictability this world - and especially Marco - goes to, you’re going to live with the idea that you might never see, or be able to love, Edwin ever again.

He wasn't sure if he was being manipulated, or if it was real, but the sense of something that wasn't even grief – that was beyond grief, was nothing as human as grief – was shocking and immediate and all-consuming. It was the knowledge that the last memories he might ever be able to make that were his own – even now, as his brain stuttered in a void, he knew that what he had seen here was not his for the taking – the last memories he could truly take for himself would be the look of joy in Ed's eyes, and the clean-cut Roman profile of the vampire who had been able to give and be all he had ever wanted. The last memory he might ever be able to bring out of his mind in all the days that were his to pass from now until the end of some infinite horror was one of loss.

It was devastation, wilderness, wasteland, the barrens.

It was exile, and eternity, and Christ! Laurent had given him no such thing as a gift of life, he had given him a curse.

Bonds of love are forever.

And without the ability to love, with only the bonds, with only shackles for his heart and soul worse than those that lay open in front of his mind's eye – with the only thing he had always known suddenly ripped from him and held up to the clear light of unforgiving truth, and shown as worthless, forever didn't seem like any kind of promise at all.

He had only recently started getting used to the concept of communicating with his mind, and what glimpses he had gotten of Ruud's had only convinced him that there was more in there than he could ever possibly hope to understand - so he didn't try. But he did know that London was important, and that something was going to happen, so he finished packing very carefully before moving on to Ruud's things, which were still scattered carelessly around the room (a rarity, because normally the captain was as neat as a pin). "You don't deserve this," he heard Ruud say quietly, and he shrugged without looking over his shoulder. "Well. I'm alive, sir." "No you're not," Ruud said - not unkindly.

"I'm here?"

"Yes," Ruud said. He sounded exhausted. "You are. Hooray for you."

"Give me one solitary fucking reason why I shouldn't throw you through this wall."

Ruud didn't have the energy to come up with something honest. "Goodwill towards your fellow man?"

He ended up flat on his back in the remains of what had been a parked cab instead, but he was pretty sure it hurt the same amount.

"Fellow man? You don't count," Rio said, sounding horrible and raspy from somewhere off to the side, as Ruud blinked away some interestingly-coloured sparkles and waited for his leg to heal up the nerve-endings enough for things to start being excruciating. "I'm not sure you count as a fucking vampire, you shit."

"No," Ruud grunted, swaying up to a seated position just in time to get punched in the face and fall back again with a broken nose, and the sparkles deciding to take up permanent residence behind his eyelids. "I don't. Tell me how he is."

Rio's skull-face didn't look any better in lamplight and through floating small pinpricks of fake stars. "Sorry, was that you asking for something?"

"Yes," he ground out, lifting a weary hand to his mouth and shoving a crooked incisor back into its place. "And you're going to tell me. I don't care if you feel like disembowelling me, though don't get any ideas - you're going to."

"I'm off disembowelling for the next century, don't worry yourself," Rio growled, and that was the nastiest way Ruud had ever got an answer in his life, and knowing he'd deserved it didn't help at all. "Fuck's sake. How do you think? You left." Right, so apparently git stood for Great Incompetent Tosser.

"Like you what?" the man said, getting right to the heart of Rio's inadequacy in the same death-warmed-up voice, and put a shaking hand down against the floor to try and pull his rag-covered body out of the bunk. "He said it would save me. Are you saved?"

Maybe he would just use the hook on Laurent, instead. "Um. Not - really, no." He hoped like hell the man wasn't talking about in the sight of God, because that was one can of worms Rio was never going anywhere near. "He made me, though, too. Just like he did you. So we don't die....yet." Life, Laurent had told him, and hadn't that been a terrifyingly unfunny joke? Rio didn't want to have to use the word 'vampire' among all these living corpses, but he was getting a nasty feeling that between necessary obliquity and whatever arsing terrible explanation Laurent had buggered off after giving, he was going to have to.

He straightened up without the help of Rio's hands, and for the first time Rio could put a face to the voice - he was Rio's height, and big, or should have been were it not for the thinness of his limbs, wrists and forearms Rio could have encircled with two fingers end-to-end, and a broad, now-pinched face which spoke of a starvation perhaps beyond all else Rio had seen, because he knew without even asking this man had not known, at least not consciously, to drink, and yet the strength of the vampire would have kept him from expiring even had he begged for it.

Laurent would have fed him, though. Laurent would have let him know at least what it took to keep going - wouldn't he? Perhaps not, any kind of feeding here was a death sentence to the donor, willing or not, and considering Laurent's one and only set of instructions, Rio guessed that the bastard had just been hoping for the best to work itself out - and in the meantime, what the fuck was he going to do? "Means you're my brother," he said at last, because that was what mattered, in the end, wasn't it, that was why he was here, why he'd ended up in a kind of Hell no-one had even thought of until now, not even the living dead. "An' I'm Rio." He'd first introduced himself as who and what he was so many lifetimes ago that he was amazed it still struck a chord of memory inside him, hearing his voice in the little hut as though he were back in the room in London, wondering why he'd saved a vamp who didn't even have the sense not to kill. "It's - we're gonna be all right. Honest."

#the old guard #writing #the barrens #Rio #RIP <3 #@aumerle-that-was #vampires #long post #written by Caz

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Her boy from the forest: Jesse and Lucie short story! Idea by @manar-637-x

Lucie Herondale found herself once again at the Imperishable Fields in Idris,for a reason she dreaded ever since she saw him again.

Yesterday was supposed to be the day when everything would work. Lucie joined forces with Grace Blackthorn to bring Jesse back to life. They had found all the items required for the spell to work. Grace had even summoned the warlock hired by Tatiana.

But Lucie couldn't stay to see if the spell would work. It would not be good for her family if she were to be found at Chiswick House in the middle of a necromancy ritual. So Grace managed to convince her to leave. Lucie remembered her words.

-You must not stay Lucie. If the ritual succeeds,i will come to see you at the Institute. If i don't show up,it is because we have failed.-Grace had said.

And that was the outcome in the end. Jesse was not back. He didn't even appeared as a ghost to her that night. It broke her heart.

She was trying to understand what she was feeling. Memories of her childhood came into her mind. When her grandparents had died,she knew she would not see them again,but she never really understood why everyone seemed to be so sad. When Barbara died,she felt a sudden anger,as if the world was being unfair to Thomas,to Eugenia,to Aunt Sophie and Uncle Gideon.

Now she had lost Jesse. She had lost a friend,a great friend. Perhaps he was even more than that.

But as far as anyone was concerned,Jesse Blackthorn had died many years ago. But she knew the truth,and it was unbearable.

He was only seventeen. He only wished to be a Shadowhunter,like any other Nephilim boy would have. It was not right. She could not accept that.

She could see his name on the stone. The year he was born. And the year he had died.

Lucie put her hand on the stone,it felt cold,just like the wind in Alicante. Tears began to drop from her eyes.

-Jesse. I am so sorry that i could not bring you back. You didn't deserve this fate. You used your last breath to save James,and then you got weaker...There was so many things i wanted to say to you. I don't regret trying to bring you back,but i do regret not giving you a hug when you were still capable of feeling things.-Lucie said.

She was alone there. Uncle Jem had brought her once more. He could see in her eyes that she was devastated,but he asked nothing. He would keep her visit a secret,he always had.

At least she could hold onto the good memories she had of Jesse. He was her boy from the forest,after all.

-Hug me then. For i am right here.-Said a voice that she would recognize anytime.

She turned her head to see him,standing behind her.

Jesse. He was there.

-Jesse!? But how!? It is daytime now,and i thought you were only capable of...-Lucie was saying,but she stopped suddenly.

She looked at Jesse. He was different. He was not wearing the same white shirt and black trousers he always wore. He was not fading on the edges.

He was wearing a dark gray frock coat and a deep green waistcoat,a white shirt and a black bowtie. His skin was no longer pale,there were color on his cheeks and lips. Lucie could see his chest moving. He was breathing.

He was alive.

-Am i hallucinating?-Lucie said,feeling a sudden cold,she began to tremble,as if she had been stripped of her clothes in the middle of a blizzard.

Jesse moved towards her,pulling her into a hug.

Lucie could feel his body,warm against hers. She could feel his heart beating.

-You are not. You and Grace brought me back. I am no longer a ghost. I am alive,thanks to you.-Jesse said,looking in her eyes.

Lucie blinked. She could barely believe it. Her boy from the forest was alive.

Her Jesse.

-But Grace,she didn't came to the Institute...-Lucie was saying,but Jesse interrupted her.

-At my request. I did not wanted her to see you before i could. I wanted to tell you myself. I am truly sorry if you felt sorrow. But i thought i could surprise you.-Jesse said.

Lucie lost control of her tears,weeping frantically as she held him strongly.

But it was no longer tears of sadness,but of the most pure joy.

-Why would you!? I thought i would never see you again! I was barely able to hold my tears when my parents asked me if i was okay at breakfast today!-Lucie said.

-Forgive me Lucie. I have caused you a great deal of trouble recently. I have to apologize for all of those things.-Jesse said.

Lucie stopped crying. He could not think like that.

-You owe me no apology,Jesse. I went through all of that so i could bring life back to you. I don't regret it.-Lucie said.

Jesse smiled. Lucie felt a shock through her veins. The fact that she could now touch his face was almost unbelievable.

-So it seems. I did not mean to overhear you,but you said that there were many things you would like to say to me. I am here,and i will be here by your side for a very long time. So please,Lucie,say all that you have to say.-Jesse said.

It took some seconds before Lucie could open her mouth. It was quite ironic,she was a writer,she knew many words and how she could use them. But right now,it felt like no word could describe what she was feeling.

She touched Jesse's face,feeling his soft skin in her palm. He was there,and she would never let him go.

Jesse swept away the tear stains in her face. He felt like touching her countless times when he was a ghost. But his heart was beating now,and it would beat for her.

She brought him life,so he would live for her. She was the light of his world.

-You have no idea how much time i have waited to have you with me. My boy from the forest. I knew that encounter of ours would change my life. And i was right. Six years passed and i never forgot you.-Lucie said.

-I suppose i do know how much time. When i realized you could see me,i had that feeling that something in me changed. I was dead,but i could feel. I felt happy when you smiled,i felt peace when i heard your voice. Even when i was a ghost,my heart was beating. You were responsible for that,Lucie Herondale. And now,my heart belongs to you.-Jesse said.

Lucie beamed,never a gentleman said such lovely words to her. She always thought Jesse had a talent to be romantic.

-It is all very special. But sometimes actions do speak more than words,Jesse.-Lucie said.

-I am aware. Now that i am alive,i suppose i can finally do this.-Jesse said.

And they kissed,as the wind blew. Lucie knew Jesse would be a constant presence in her life now. And she loved that,as she loved him.

"What is this?" Echoed a voice in their minds.

Lucie and Jesse broke the kiss,turning to see Uncle Jem behind them.

Silent Brothers and their silent walk. Lucie would never get used to that.

"Lucie. Do you have an explanation to this? And who are you?" Jem said,his eyes were always closed,but somehow Jesse knew he was looking at him.

-There is absolutely no need to fret over this Uncle Jem! I do have an explanation! This is...Jesse Blackthorn.-Lucie said.

There was absolutely no point in lying about who he was. Lucie knew that there was a great chance of her actions being revealed to the Clave. Grace had warned her.

But,just like Grace,Lucie did not care. She just wanted Jesse to come back. And if she had to face the Clave to be with Jesse,she was more than willing to.

"Jesse Blackthorn? No. He died years ago. His name is in that stone." Jem said.

Jesse shook his head.

-I stand right in front of you,Brother Zachariah,i am not dead. Not anymore.-Jesse said,looking at Lucie and smiling.

Jem shook his head,as if he somehow had guessed what Jesse meant.

"Oh Lucie. What have you gotten yourself into?" She heard his voice in her mind.

Later

Jesse and Lucie were at the front gates of the Institute. She had explained the situation to Jem. His expression could not change,but somehow Lucie could feel he was not liking it.

"To every action there is a consequence. I will not lie to the both of you. There will be consequences for what you and Grace Blackthorn did. But...since the outcome was the best possible,i suppose there is a way for your punishment be not severe." Jem said.

No punishment could ruin their happiness. They had something stronger than the entire Clave. Their love for each other.

"I have a request to make you,Lucie. Since the both of you seem to have an understanding,i must ask you to tell your parents immediately. This is not something you should hide from them" Jem had also said,much to Lucie's surprise.

She was not expecting something like that from him,but he had reason. And that was why they went to the Institute.

-I must say this is quite scary. I have just returned to life and i have to face your parents. This is no easy task.-Jesse said.

Lucie shrugged.

-Well,if you truly wish to be by my side forever,then you must overcome this challenge.-Lucie said.

-I have overcome death for you. I suppose i can handle Will and Tessa Herondale.-Jesse said.

-Very well then! Let's go!-Lucie said.

They held hands,as they made their way into the Institute.

Jesse opened the doors,and in a matter of seconds,Will appeared.

-Lucie! Where have you...-Will was saying,but he stopped. His eyes went to Jesse,and them to their hands.

His eyes widened,only Raziel knew what he was thinking right now.

-Tessa! Come here please!-Will said.

Tessa appeared almost at the same instant. She looked at them,her face full of surprise.

Will got closer to them,his eyes examining Jesse from head to toe.

-Who is your friend Lucie? And why is he holding your hand?-Will asked,his voice low.

Jesse cleared his throat,letting go of Lucie's hand.

-My name is Jesse. Jesse Blackthorn. I have an understanding with your daughter,Mr.Herondale,that is why i was holding her hand.-Jesse said.

Will's eyes went to Jesse from Lucie, then back to Jesse.

-Jesse Blackthorn? Is that not the name of Tatiana's dead son?-Will asked.

Jesse nodded.

-It is me. Tatiana is my mother. But i am no longer dead,as you can see. And i can only thank your daughter for that. She did not gave up on me. She brought light to my lightless world.-Jesse said,smiling to Lucie.

-What do you mean? Are you saying that Lucie brought you back to life?-Tessa asked,she was pale as snow.

Will crossed his arms. He looked furious.

-Lucie Herondale. You have much to explain,young lady.-Will said.

Lucie felt Jesse holding her hand again. It would not matter if they were furious,or if what she did was wrong.

As long as her boy from the forest was with her,everything would be okay.

#cassandra clare #chain of gold #the last hours #lucie herondale #grace blackthorn #tatiana blackthorn #jesse blackthorn #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #brother zachariah

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