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eywathemother · 1 year

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Fish Lips part 2

Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader

Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread

Words: 2,700

Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,

Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||

Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.

I'm literally just shitting out these chapters instead of doing homework. My fixation on this series is crazyy. It takes me 4 hours minimum to write them too, god.

Also almost 100 Followers already???!!! It's incredible it's only been two days I'm so happy you all love my series; I was worried it would be too slow! You all have been so kind!! Enjoy Part 2!

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You and the rest of your siblings had been hanging around the water. After eating your guys breakfast, you really didn't have anything else to do and your parents were speaking with Ronal and Tonowari again about who knows what.

" I kind of like it here, it's nice." Neteyam said, trying to be optimistic. " It's not home." Kiri spoke, Tuk on her knees behind her putting a braid in Kiri's hair." It's pretty I'll give it that." You sighed, flicking a rock at Lo'ak's foot." Hey, ow." He hissed at you, and you laughed at him. You heard your mother calling from her spot as Ronal and Tonowari began to walk away.

" Mom's calling us." Tuk stated and you groaned eternally. You all stood up and Tuk hopped on your back." I wish we could go home." She said sullenly, you felt Neteyam ruffle her hair." It's alright Tuk, you'll love it here."

The walk back was silent until you arrived at your Marui. " Okay, Sully's fall in." Your father said, and you huffed earning a stern stare from Neytiri you all stopped in the living room where your father was waiting. " Remember family meeting." Neteyam grabbed Lo'ak's arm pulling him down in between you and him." Alright take a knee let's go." Everyone did but Kiri refused." Kiri." Neytiri scolded and Kiri knelt with a huff." What." She responded.

"Okay, I need you kids on your best behavior." Jake looked between all of you." I mean it."

" Learn fast, pull your weight." He turned to you and Lo'ak, a stern look on his face." Don't cause trouble. Got it." Lo'ak nodded." Yes sir." Neteyam huffed in amusement grabbing the back of Lo'ak's neck. Lo'ak immediately responded with a hiss and you giggled.

" (y/n)." Neytiri looked at you, expecting your answer, the smile falling off your face immediately." Yes sir." Tuk breathed in looking at your father." I want to go home." She cried, fresh tears running down her face.

"Oh Tuk." Neytiri, Tuk wiped her eyes, and you bent over a bit to rub her knee in comfort. She placed her small one on yours and played with your pinky as Jake bent down to look into her eyes." Tuk, this is our home now." He held her other hand looking away.

" We're gonna get through this." He looked over at Neytiri, letting go of Tuk's hand. " We're gonna get through this if we have each other's backs, alright?"

Neytiri looked up at you all." What does your father always say?" Your mother asked." Sully's stick together." Neteyam said while everyone else mumbled and grumbled. " That's right Sully's stick together." Jake agreed and Neytiri rubbed Kiri's knee who was fiddling with her hands and not paying attention.

" Now this time with a little more feeling." Jake looked at everyone as you all repeated yourself, your head was down, and you grumbled it more than anything, but he took it.

They let you go and you all went to the edge of a walk area Tsireya asked for you all to go to after breakfast."Good morning, are you guys ready for your training?" Tsireya asked with a smile from behind you all, the boy Rotxo and Aonung next to her. You turned to face them. Not very happy that you had to also be taught by two douchebags.

" Let's go." Tsireya said and all three of them jumped into the water. " Come on." Neteyam said, running to jump into the water after them. Lo'ak soon followed. Once you and Kiri dived into the water you both went off to do your own thing as you watched the other three try and catch up to the others.

You looked at a school of fish, they had beautiful patterns and swam so elegantly. They didn't even mind you being there, you turned to your sister smiling who was fixated on a group of blue and white plants.

She pointed into a hole that was hidden in between the plants and you swam over to see a thin and bright pink fish swim out passed your head. You both silently giggled and continued to explore.

A quick few hours had passed of both Kiri and you exploring by yourselves until Tsireya came up to you both while you were having lunch at the edge of one of the walkways near your house.

She sat down next to you, unwrapping her lunch and turned to you." Where were you both?" She asked, she sounded a bit agitated, but she hid it well underneath her soft voice. " Oh sorry, we wondered a bit." Kiri apologized and you shrugged." You don't need to watch us anyways we're not babies." You retorted taking a bite of your fish.

" It isn't about babysitting. We're trying to teach you our ways so you can survive here." Tsireya put a friendly arm on your shoulder, and you shrugged it off. Your ears were back, and your tail wagged showing your irritation and aggressiveness towards her words.

You stood up walking away to your house where your mother and father were eating and decided to dine with them.

" I-I'm sorry if I offended your sister." Tsireya apologized to Kiri, but Kiri shook her head." It's not you she just misses her home in the forest." Kiri took a small bite of her seaweed wrap." She's a pain really, even at home she was always getting into trouble and starting fights. She's always been rough around the edges, you just got to get to know her more."

Tsireya nodded but still felt guilty for agitating you like that.

Later that day after helping Ronal pick sea urchins for dinner, you were walking back with a basket for Ronal when you saw Aonung hanging by the entrance to the housing area.

You scoffed and made your way towards the pathway up to the housing area but before you could get passed Aonung he stopped you was." What's your problem?" He looked at your face in amusement, you scoffed shaking your head and climbing up the steps.

" It's not nice to ignore people." Aonung grabbed your arm, you tugged away." Does it bruise your inflated ego if I do?" He cocked his head, smiling fading a bit." What makes you think I have an inflated ego."

You laughed at him." Pretty boy, you for sure have a higher than average self-confidence, it radiates off of you." You poked his chest, and he batted your hand away." Well, if we're making assumptions about the other, you seem like the type to throw a tantrum whenever things don't go your way, big baby. It radiates off of you." He mocked you at the end and you barred your teeth as he smiled at you in amusement, you gave him the reaction he was looking for.

" Aw is tough girl gonna throw one right now?" He cocked his head, he feigned sadness and stuck out his bottom lip. You tried your best to bite your lip and compose yourself. " Well, it must suck to have to resort to mockery for entertainment. Only a child would do such a thing. Aoyoung?" You giggled internally at your stupid pun; sure, it was a stupid childish joke, but you couldn't help yourself.

He scoffed." You shouldn't even be here, you're not one of us. You don't belong here, five fingered freak." He hissed at you and even though you know the whole point of this conversation was to dig at the other you couldn't help but feel wounded by his words.

" I might not be one of you, but at least I don't bully people for their differences like a lowlife like yourself does." You hissed back walking away and towards his family's home to give the basket to Ronal.

" Thank you kindly." She gave you a curt nod, taking it from you and turned back to whatever she was doing. You walked out of the door with your ears and head down, thinking of what Aonung said. Tsireya who was sitting next to her mom noticed but didn't get up to ask what was wrong. She knew she'd probably get in trouble for leaving her mother to all the work, so she decided to finish up her work quickly to try and catch up to you later.

You walked the sandy path towards the area Tonowari said the Banshee's could rest at which was a big rock point a little farther out of the village. You sat next to your Ikran who was obviously trying to sleep. So, you just sat next to her head and petting her head and neck slowly and calmly.

You stared to your left, where your home was, miles upon miles away. You wanted to cry again; you missed your grandmother. You missed fighting for your home and your family. You didn't enjoy war, but you'd rather be in it fighting than running away and leaving your family to deal with it.

" Hello, (y/n)." Tsireya's voice rung out and you looked over at her, as she admired your Ikran." Wow, she's beautiful. I've never actually seen an Ikran in person before until you guys came." She admitted as she took a step closer." May I pet her?" She asked and you thought for a moment. Your Ikran wasn't the friendliest but if you guided Tsireya's hand she might allow her to pet her.

" Give me your hand." You reached your hand out and opened your palm for her to place her hand in. When she did you pulled her a bit closer and allowed (y/i/n) to sniff her." Do not look in her eye." You warned and Tsireya got a bit nervous, looking down.

" Her name is (y/i/n)." You told her as you stared at your beloved Ikran." She's been my Ikran for four years now." You pet her snout, Tsireya cautiously following your actions." Wow." She expressed with a smile looking at the patterns on your Ikran.

" I'm assuming you didn't come to me to ask to pet (y/i/n), did you?" You looked up at her and she nodded." I saw you were upset when you came to hand the basket over to my mother. I wanted to make sure you're alright." She smiled at you, looking away a bit.

You sighed." Yes I am, I just miss my home is all." You admitted and she nodded there was a pause of silence until she spoke again." Maybe you can go hunting with Aonung and Rotxo next time they go." You gave her a quizzical look." Why?"

" Well, you'll be able to see more of the ocean and you might make some friends. They go in a group, and you might find someone in their group to befriend." She looked pleased with her idea, but you scrunched up your face in distaste.

" Maybe I can go hunting with you instead of Aonung." You proposed and she scratched her neck." Why don't you want to go with Aonung?" She paused." He did something didn't he?"

She huffed, tapping your knee." I'll deal with that, okay." You rolled your eyes." That's kind of you but don't bother that ass-uh, it's not worth it." She breathed through her nose." Yeah..he is an ass. Are you sure?" You nodded." Yes, maybe you and I could do something together instead. Like...how about I take you on a ride with (y/i/n)?"

She gasped." Really! I would love to!" You chuckled in amusement at her excitement." We just have to introduce you a little more to (y/i/n)." She nodded." Yes of course." She gave one last pet of (y/i/n)'s snout and then waved goodbye turning and leaving.

You stayed for a little longer, waiting for her to disappear around the corner before leaving. You took your time walking back, knowing you'd probably get scolded.

You were right, as you walked towards your Marui your mother immediately came out from the side." Where were you!?" She yelled and grabbed your face in her hands, turning it to make sure you were okay." I'm fine mom, I was just-."

"The rule is you come home by eclipse!" Your mother interrupted you, pulling you inside where your father was sitting with irritation written all over his face." Father I-"

" Why is it hard for you to follow instructions?" You bowed your head as your mother held onto your arm." It's a simple task, a simple one!" Your siblings sat in the back of the Marui, awkwardly listening in on the conversation.

Kiri sent you a 'why are you like this' look which you glared at her." From now on, you stick with your sister Kiri unless told otherwise." He looked at you, for conformation that you understood." Yes sir." You grumbled.

Neytiri watched you as Jake scolded you." It's bedtime." She broke through the silence, and you quietly sat up your hammock next to Kiri. " You need to stop causing trouble, (y/n)." Neteyam whispered in your ear. He grabbed your ear, and you snapped your teeth at him.

" Neteyam." Neytiri warned and he fell back into quietness, snickering at you. Lo'ak just rolled his eyes, but he understood constantly getting scolded, so he didn't tease you for it.

As everyone got done your father knelt in the small space in the back of the Marui." (y/n)." He called you over and you huffed, Kiri gave you a ' your butt is grounded' face. You were gonna slap her silly if she kept making those faces at you.

You squatted in front of your father as Tuk whined in the background for her toy that she sleeps with." Where did you put it last?" Lo'ak asked flipping over things, earning a whack on the head from Neytiri." Stop messing with things, we'll find it Tuk-Tuk." She comforted your youngest sibling.

" Look here." Jake ordered and you turned your head towards him." I understand this move has been hard for you but try and follow the rules and keep our reputation decent." He sighed rubbing his hands together. " Stay out of trouble." He repeated his words from the family meeting earlier that day.

" Yes sir." You looked down at your fingers, you really weren't trying to do anything wrong this time.

"Okay, goodnight kid." He whispered ruffling your hair. You sat there for a bit until Kiri threw one of Tuk's toys at you." Hey troublemaker help us find Tuk's stuffy bear."

" His name is Rocky." Took corrected Kiri who rolled her eyes." His name sounds uncomfortable to sleep with." Lo'ak replied, flipping over something in the corner earning a second whack and a warning hiss from Neytiri.

You moved Infront of Lo'ak to your bag to see if it might've been placed with your stuff since during the trip you held most of Tuk's things.

" It's your fault that's its name in the first place." Neteyam stated and Lo'ak smacked his arm. Neteyam kicked his butt which caused Lo'ak to fall forward bumping into you making you drop the half-made necklace you were holding in your hand." Asshole!" You yelled, watching as the beads fell off the string.

" Oopsie." Lo'ak sarcastically sang, and you pinched his forearm." Oow, mom (y/n) pinched my arm." He dramatically wailed and Neytiri came over grabbing both your ears." Stop it, right now." She commanded, if you kept this up, she'd soon be chiding you.

" I found it!" Jake shouted and Tuk ran over to grab it." Thanks daddy." She giggled as he tossed her into her hammock." You're welcome babygirl." He tickled her stomach making her giggle and shriek while you and Lo'ak held your ears, kicking at each other.

"Alright get to bed. Get." Neytiri snapped her finger pointing at your hammock and you climbed into it. Not before 'accidentally' tripping Lo'ak." You-"

" Hey, what did your mother say?" Jake grumbled, not even paying attention." It was an accident." You sassed and Lo'ak scoffed." No, you did it on purpose." He argued back.

" Did not."

" Did to."

" Hey! How many times do we need to repeat ourselves?" Jake yelled, silencing you both as Kiri and Neteyam snickered to themselves, earning a glare from Neytiri." Sorry sir." You both said in unison, finally laying down and going to bed.

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jellybear455 · 1 year

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Let me heal you - Neteyam x reader (Part 7)

a/n: Okay but this is a mildly depressing chapter. Also two in one day because I couldn't wait to get this up :)

Characters are aged up.

Warnings: a LOT of spoilers (don't come at me for it), Lo'ak being a shxawng, violence, injury

Readers name is Stela, and uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1108

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All hell had broken loose. Ronal and Tonowari were shouting at me, Jake Sully and Neytiri were shouting at Neteyam, and all the adults were shouting at each other.

“We have taken you in out of our kindness and you let your son mess around with my niece?”

“You should have though this through, Neteyam These people have given us sanctuary, and you risk that!”

“Ay, Stela, after I took you in, knowing you had demon blood, thinking I could change you! I almost wish my sister had been killed in the war instead.”

It becomes silent. Ronal covers her mouth with her hand. She had gone too far, and she knew it. Tears prick at my eyes again, but I will not cry. I will not.

“Go back to our mauri.” She whispers. “Go!”

I stand, and Neteyam pulls himself up with me. He gives his parents a sideways glance, before cupping his hand to my cheek. Ronal stays silent.

“Don’t worry, my syulang, I will work this out. Okay?” He mutters.

“Okay,” I whisper back, but somehow this feels like goodbye. I kiss his forehead, Ignoring how Neytiri squeaks in annoyance. “I will see you later, my Teyam.”

As I leave the mauri, my eyes begin to sting. The whole walk back, I cry bitter tears. I ache for Naola’s sweet words of comfort.

The next morning, I sit in the mauri, quietly weaving a fishing net. I had not been allowed to leave all morning. Ronal had told me indirectly, through Tsireya. She was yet to speak a word to me.

The creaking of the walkway alerts me of the approaching group. Tonowari leads Tsireya, Anoung, Neteyam, and Lo’ak towards me. Ronal brings up the rear, her hand on Lo’ak’s back. They all wear solemn expressions, and Tsireya is on the brink of tears.

Neteyam catches my eyes, offering a small smile. I can see Ronal watching from behind, but she does not comment. Instead, she paces in front of the group.

“You allowed this,” she finally says, her eyes darting between Tsireya and Anoung. “You allowed him to bond with the outcast.”

She glares at Lo’ak, who hangs his head, but does not look ashamed.

“Tsireya,” Tonowari says. “You disappoint me, daughter.”

I stand from my seat behind her and wrap my arms around her shoulders. I will not let her feel like I had. My cousin clutches my hand tightly, still fighting a loosing battle against a wave of tears. She hangs her head, but unlike Lo’ak, she does look ashamed.

Tonowari turns to Lo’ak. “And you, son of a great warrior, who has been taught better.”

“Bayakan saved my life, sir. You do not know him.” Lo’ak insisted, unaware of his parents approaching from behind. Neytiri spots me, but this time her eyes are filled with pity instead of anger.

“No, Lo’ak,” Tsireya whispers in warning.

“Sit.” Tonowari mutters. Lo’ak lowers to his hunches. No one else moves. “Sit down!”

I take this as my queue to resume my weaving. I do not want to become the subject of Tonowari’s rage today. Not again.

“Hear my words, boy. In the days of the first songs, tulkun fought amongst themselves. For territory and for revenge. But they came to believe that killing, no matter how justified, only brings more killing. So, all killing was forbidden. This is the tulkun way.” As Tonowari spoke, Ronal paced behind him, and Neteyam keeps his eyes on me. “Bayakan is a killer. So, he is outcast.”

“I am sorry, sir. But you’re wrong.”

Neytiri hissed. “Lo’ak.”

“I know.” Lo’ak insisted.

“That is enough.” Jake Sully finally spoke up. He grabbed Lo’ak by the forearm and dragged him away, not unlike how Ronal had done to me the night before.

Tonowari let out an angry sigh, running a hand down his face. Neteyam stood quickly, following his mother and father. Dropping my weaving, went to do the same, but Ronal took my arm.

“What are you doing?”

“I did not think you would want to be in the presence of a vrrtep (demon).” I said, shaking my arm out of her grip. She did not protest as I left.

“My Teyam!” I called.

He flashed his beautiful smile when he spotted me. “Stela.”

“I’m sorry about last night. I did not mean for them to find out.”

“They would have had to eventually.”

“I suppose,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “But I did not want it to be this way.”

Neteyam hummed, before taking my hand and leading me down onto the beach. We sat in the sand together in silence. Any worry that Neteyam would no longer be interested in me were gone.

Ronal and Tonowari rushed by on their Ilus, followed by a group of Metkayina, Jake Sully and Neytiri. Neteyam and I exchanged looks. We left the beach, and I called my Ilu. We followed them outside of the bay until we reached the tulkun pod. There, floating lifelessly in among them, was Naola.

A scream echoed in the air, but I didn’t stop to realise it was my own. Neteyam clutched my waist tighter as I urged my Ilu faster. I pried his fingers off me before diving into the water and crawling onto Naola’s fin. Her lifeless eyes stared into nothing, and another scream ripped at my throat.

“My sister…” I pressed my already glowing hands to her side searching for something, anything, any sign that she was still there, and I could bring her back. There was nothing.

“Who did this?” I asked, but it remained silent. “Who did this?”

“The sky people.” Jake Sully called from his Ilu.

“The sky people…” I repeated, struggling to see through the barrage of tears. “The sky people killed my sister… my Naola… I will kill them. I will kill them!” I sobbed and sobbed, wrapping my arms around my sister.

“Stela, we must go, it is not safe here.” Ronal urged, reaching out towards me.

“No, no! Don’t touch her… don’t touch me! No, no…” My head hurt. I could not see. I felt sick with grief and helplessness.

“Syulang,” Neteyam. “You must come.”

I let him pull me away from my sister and hold me in his arms. The ride back was long and painful. Neteyam’s arms around me, and the sweet memories of my Naola kept me grounded. By the time we had arrived back at the village, the tears were gone, replaced only by the suffocating anger squeezing at my heart.

I will get my revenge, and I will kill the people who did this. Who took away my sister.

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lunasohma · 9 months

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gone fishin’

[ ao3 / ff.net ]

Two exorcists wade into a river.

Alternatively: Natori and Matoba’s riparian adventure with an 80% chance of death or at the very least, grievous injury.

There is a hold-up at the pet shop. The sounds of a disagreement filter back through the shelves and Natori listens with the vaguest sense of disquiet. A separate queue has been formed so he moves along with it.

Matoba Seiji is arguing about aquarium dimensions at the counter.

"So, will you take this one, sir?" He watches the cashier age ten years in real-time.

Natori himself is next in line and there is nowhere to retreat.

"Yes, thank you." Matoba side eyes him when he finally steps up to the counter and he is all but pinned to the floor.

Natori Shuuichi can't help the sneaking suspicion that his day off won't be a day off anymore.

—

Once they're outside, Matoba generously offers the use of the trolley he's borrowed for Natori's bag of birdseed.

Natori relents.

The look Matoba fixes him with is innocently curious—the one he makes when it comes to potentially finding out something about his contemporaries.

So rather, it's carefully cunning.

"It's for birds," he blurts out inelegantly.

Matoba's expression morphs into bemusement and mild alarm. "Well, I should hope so, Shuuichi-san."

And so, as it always goes with Matoba, he feels the need to explain himself further.

It had started one morning with his half-finished breakfast. His last piece of toast had been spirited away before he could blink. The sparrow had glared at him in such a way that Natori had felt abashed.

Tossing a preemptive handful of crumbs before breakfast had turned into an investment of a bird feeder and birdseed. His elderly neighbor who shared his balcony space had turned up at his front door one morning.

"I find that they like these!" Natori had hurried to relieve her of the bag of birdseed that was more than half her height.

"So they'll grow big and strong," Tachibana-san had beamed.

While he ensured the safety of his future toast, the little bit of wildlife really was a respite in the city. He had found Hiiragi admiring them through the window on more than one occasion.

In fact, it had been Hiiragi who had sent him out this morning.

"They don't like this kind." They had run out of the usual brand. She was quietly devastated and Natori could not abide that, so he'd set off on his mission.

Of course, his luck had landed him in the same pet shop as Matoba Seiji.

"How sweet, Shuuichi-san.” Matoba is fighting a smile.

"I am." Natori lifts his chin and is pleased.

Matoba Seiji cuts a severe figure against the haze of the summer day. All harsh lines with his tailored suit and perfect posture. Natori would reckon that he was previously with a client. Or on the way to one? Either way, Matoba doesn't seem to be about to volunteer any information. Least of all about the fish tank.

So when he stops abruptly, Natori crashes into him and then knocks his shin sharply against the trolley.

"Shuuichi-san." He turns to him with a one-eyed stare.

"What." He rubs sullenly at his leg.

"I need to catch a fish."

"…What."

”Would you help me?"

It is with this plea and the look on Matoba's face—one that would sooner be seen on a basset hound—that Natori finally, officially, forfeits the rest of his day off.

—

There is a fish in the river.

This particular fish has been terrorizing the waterfowl and fauna. Growing at an alarming rate, it is poised to singlehandedly (fin-edly?) wreak havoc on the local ecosystem.

“Big. This big.” Matoba had held his hands apart, adjusting after a moment. “Well, thereabouts.”

Natori raised an eyebrow. “Very descriptive.”

”My informants were, yes.” Matoba said solemnly.

You’re being oddly cryptic, Seiji, Natori thinks.

“That’s about all they knew.”

Oh. Guess he said that aloud then.

And time is of the essence, apparently.

It wouldn’t be long before larger things were on the menu. The local poodle. The local poodle’s owner. That kind of thing. Natori makes a face.

”It’s not unimaginable,” Matoba says.

”I never said it was. Just improbable.”

”It’s not like you to lack imagination, Shuuichi-san.” A sliver of a smile.

“That is not something I’d like to imagine.”

“Me neither.”

—

Spells are out of the question for now.

“You don’t need to tell me that.”

”As you’d like.”

Water is difficult. The smallest ripple can and will push spiritual energy off course, disabling and dissolving a spell entirely. Forget about a river.

Conversely, if he were to believe the rumors he’s heard, if you have patience in spades, it is possible to work the ebbs and flows to your favor. Just a bit. Because ultimately, Nature has no qualms for your efforts.

Natori himself has a day job and finds solid ground preferable.

—

Currently, they are seated upon the bank, Matoba reinforcing his fish tank with pieces of spell paper.

”If only that kitty cat was here.” Natori smiles at the frown he can hear in Matoba’s voice.

“Natsume’s? He’s very conditional. I doubt you could afford his starting fee. Plus…” Natori lies back in the grass, catching sight of Matoba’s consternation in full. “For you, he’d probably refuse on principle.”

With a huff, Matoba returns to his seals.

After a while, Natori fidgets with the need to do something.

When he impulsively begins rolling up his pant legs, Matoba blinks up at him in surprise.

“Do you have any other ideas?”

”Well…”

“Exactly.”

Natori doesn’t miss how Matoba glances down at his left leg.

“Seiji.” The other man startles. “If this is it, promise me that you’ll finish me off.”

With that, he steps carefully down the bank.

And it’s true. Monster fish claims exorcist’s cursed left leg. Natori shudders. Even he is under no illusion that he would be able to live that down.

Is it really summer? Natori hadn’t been able to hold back a yelp when he’d stepped into the river.

“Something the matter?” Matoba calls from behind him.

“Oh, s’just fine.” Natori just barely keeps the chattering tremble from his voice. ��Just lovely.”

You brought this upon yourself. A voice in the back of his mind chides. It almost sounds like Hiiragi.

I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy!

”Is it cold?” Natori turns with a beatific smile. Sparkles too, surely Matoba can’t be immune.

“Not at all. Come on in.” Matoba watches him warily, starting to back away.

Oh no.

It is on.

“You get in here!”

—

It is only once they have both been thoroughly soaked and have started to dry out on the bank that Natori starts thinking about poetry.

Because there is something of the sort at work here. An expanse of unfamiliar ground that they find themselves navigating together again.

Contrary to what one might think, Natori Shuuichi is not against poetic justice. The fluffy kind that his acting allows him to indulge in is the best fun. And the fact that it helps pay the bills doesn’t hurt either.

Then there are the ancient grudges and blood oaths he encounters in exorcist work that are all too real. But that’s kind of exciting in its own right.

And whatever he and Seiji have going on. Natori’s not blind. More… willfully ignorant. Ever trying for blissfully obtuse.

For today, Natori is not going to be the one to point it out. Perhaps some things are better left unsaid.

The clouds are that wispy kind, all gossamer and lace, combed out against the blue of the sky above.

It is all too easy to let his eyes drift closed. His dreams are full of poetry.

—

“Surely this is not how you operate nowadays, Shuuichi-san.” Shuuichi wakes up to find Seiji peering down at him.

“Only on my days off.”

“Oh. I apologize for that.”

“S’not a big deal.” Shuuichi stretches, feeling surprisingly refreshed. “Have you seen our fishy friend?”

Seiji shakes his head. “That’s why I woke you up.”

“What?”

“We’re going to buy bait.”

Bait is an assortment of sandwiches from a nearby convenience store. Two of them are for Shuuichi and Seiji. One is for the fish.

The sandwich does the trick.

—

And it has teeth.

Several rows, like a goddamn shark. Shuuichi knows this because he has the fishy fiend by the tail, an arm’s length away. What good that does him is anybody’s guess, the creature is a good deal longer. That leaves him with one arm to keep its jaws as far away from his person as he can.

A burst of panic had made quick work of the restraints they’d managed to cast.

“You want this thing alive?” Shuuichi staggers back, thrown by the yokai’s frantic thrashing. The spell circle they’d set up as a last resort is a tempting thing.

“If you can manage to keep it like that,” Seiji calls over his shoulder, with a lilt of challenge. He’s making last minute adjustments to the tank.

Shuuichi proceeds to exhaust every curse he knows and then some as he attempts to keep the fishy devil from taking a chunk out of his hand.

—

When all is said and done, it is an impressive specimen of a fish.

Fans of fins sparkle with iridescence and its eyes glow cat-like.

Shuuichi almost feels bad, seeing it in its glass prison. Granted, he feels like that whenever he goes to a zoo or an aquarium. Of course, those animals have never tried to eat two of his fingers.

Yet the principle stands. So he is almost tempted to tip the tank and tell it to swim away as fast as it can.

Go on. Only if you apologize first. They make eye contact. A piece of Shuuichi’s shirt sleeve is still stuck in the fish’s jaws. It slurps the rest of it down before turning its tail to him. Ungrateful little brat.

—

“Hey, Mister! You caught it!” Shuuichi looks up to find two boys scrambling down the bank towards them. Dragging his heel through the last remnants of the spell circle, he watches them approach Seiji.

Seiji greets them with a pleasant smile. “Hello, again.”

The boys enthuse over the brooding behemoth at a safe distance.

“Oh yes, it put up quite a fight, but we managed.” Shuuichi rolls his eyes at the ‘we’.

They have placed bets on all manners of its features and now one boy owes the other a week’s worth of manjuu.

For some reason, Shuuichi feels his throat closing up.

“Dinner?” Seiji is saying. “No, actually this one’s going to be my pet.” He pats the tank. Absurdly, the fish seems to be enjoying the attention. It executes one lazy barrel roll.

The boys cheer.

Seiji turns to Shuuichi then, raising his eyebrows. “My informants,” he intones formally. The kids are amused.

Big. This big. Potential poodle devourer. It all makes sense. Shuuichi simpers internally.

He’ll spare Seiji today. Time for some Old Man and the Sea-esque regaling of their catch.

—

“Really? A pet?” Shuuichi asks. They’re waiting for Seiji’s car to come pick him and his new charge up.

“Maybe pet is a little generous. Rather… garbage disposal? And if it doesn’t work out…” Seiji gives a noncommittal shrug. Shuuichi shudders. Right. The Matoba are nothing if not resourceful.

“Don’t worry, Shuuichi-san, your efforts won’t go to waste.”

“The least I could ask for, I suppose,” Shuuichi sighs. He glances at the fish.

“It was nice.” Seiji watches him. “That you did that.”

“You know me, always a wellspring of goodwill.” His tone is light, a touch sardonic. The sentiment could float away to nothing. Shuuichi won’t let it.

“Yeah, you can be. Sometimes.”

Seiji doesn’t say anything. Shuuichi wonders what he’s thinking. But he won’t press that for now. Instead, he pursues the other thought nagging him.

“Do you think that they…” Shuuichi doesn’t know how to finish. At least Seiji gets the gist of it.

“Perhaps. Or perhaps it’s grown powerful enough to be seen.”

Shuuichi considers that. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah… okay.”

There’s nothing more to say, so they don’t.

—

Seiji is surprised when Shuuichi takes him up his offer to drive him home.

The birdseed is settled next to the tank in the back and the fish snaps at the colorful bird pictured on the front of the bag, knocking its nose soundly against the glass.

The sound Shuuichi makes can only be described as a guffaw. Seiji quickly shoos him into the car, not wanting to further cement this vendetta between them.

Shuuichi promptly falls asleep.

And then maybe it’s not the best time, but when has Seiji ever really been good at that?

”Thanks for helping, Shuuichi-san.” His head falls onto Seiji’s shoulder and Seiji doesn’t have to hide his smile.

“I’m glad you were here.”

Seiji wonders what Shuuichi will say when he wakes up to find their hands laced together.

He doesn’t mind waiting to find out.

#natsuyuu #natsume yuujinchou #horrible exorcists #natori shuuichi #matoba seiji #and one big ol’ fish #fanfiction #my fic #an absurdly long time in the making #i’m glad i can finally look at it #I. Am. Looking!!#🎉#it definitely got more indulgent over time #*cough*years*cough*

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camerica · 11 months

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@sicariav asked:

He is teeth and fury, a beast wild and ravenous tearing his way through armor and defense alike.

It’s brutal here. He learned that from day one. Don’t be a fish out of water, don’t offer your hand when someone stumbles, don’t wipe the blood from the Soldier’s brow and tell him he did a good job. This is expected. Anything less is a failure. Anything more is HYDRA.

Still, he watches out of the corner of his eye, picks up on queues that tell him exactly where the fatal blow will land, how the spine will snap, which way the legs will buckle. In theory, of course. This is training after all. No one loses their life until hubris or sheer stupidity drive them to it.

“Sign there, sir.” Sir around here feels a lot like spit in the face. It’s a damn good thing he doesn’t know these men. Won’t ever get to. And just to spite the asshole, he turns fully to watch the beast they created do the damn good work he was meant for. Funny how a single man can look so god awfully different in the span of a few years. Tugs right where the strings are.

Never really noticed how vibrant the blue of Bucky’s eyes could be under a splash of crimson, either. The corners of his lips twitch downwards, brows knitting the longer he watches.

#i love that it took me literally all day to decide #whether this was a horni ask or not #but i mean it works either way #and honestly #that's the duality of tws #me: i'm terrified and want to climb that at the same time #sicariav #ALSO YOU CHANGED IT BACK #AHHH #i kept wanting to type it in anyways so-#ty for sparing my fucking SANITY

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ultrastupid · 10 months

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My pinned post: Hello, my name is Echo! I come in relative peace. My dysgraphia will leave me making all sorts of typos, so be ready for that lol.

If you're curious about things like my queer labels, pronouns, names, and just what I have that makes me disabled and mentally ill, you can click here.

I have been on tumblr since 2011 originally, and have been using a secret account to follow and like and reblog posts that has no connection to me lmao, since about 2015. I guess I got tired of doing that and now I am here as myself.

Main fandoms are: No Straight Roads, Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss), Welcome Home, Cult of the Lamb, and Steven Universe right now.

I am sir-swears-a-lot, just warning in case you don't like a lot of swearing! Also, sometimes I spam reblog from my mutuals or people I follow, just a warning!

Click/tap the read more for boundaries, my main tags (plus tags you can use for filtering if you have triggers, squicks, phobias, or just don't want to see me post about certain things!), and misc info!

I have a queue set up to post 12 posts per day, and I shuffle it 3 times after I get done adding more to it. The blog pretty much runs on it now.

LAST UPDATED: May 13th, 2024 (05/13/24)

I hate DNIs because they don't really work, but I will let you know what types of people I tend to block! Some of these have a higher chance of being blocked than others!

Minors (This blog is nsfw and at most has an "nsft tw" tag on SOME posts, minors get DA BOOT)

Queer exclusionists (I'm everything you hate, also anyone who uses TME/TMA to describe themselves and others gets DA BOOT)

System exclusionists/sysmeds (I'm both a traumagenic system who was diagnosed professionally in childhood, AND an endogenic system, eat DA BOOT)

Ableists/sanists (I'm a bipolar borderline psychotic schizo crippled bitch, fuck all the way off and get stomped by DA BOOT)

Anti(shippers) (I'm the scary proshit that you were warned about, ooky spooky! You get DA BOOT extra hard since you tend to be deplorable people who value pixels over REAL fucking lives!)

Pro-c/neu-c for non-consensual paraphilias/The Big Three (I support anti-c paraphiles and also pro/neu paraphilies getting help and allow for anti-c's to interact with me, if you don't like that, DA BOOT is waiting xoxo)

Also generally if you have rancid vibes or I feel impending doom when I look at your blog or replies, you get blocked (And of course DA BOOT)

System-related stuff: Click here for more detailed info about my system! Below are tags that my alters use:

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My main Ao3 is indeed my tumblr username. The real "social media" place that I use most is a mastodon instance, you can find that in my linktree on Ao3 if you're brave enough (and 18 years or older) lol. I am completely unfiltered on there, so be careful and stay safe!

Tags for reblogs (and maybe posts) in case you need to filter (not all tags are listed her btw):

#Q = Queued posts, aka what this blog runs on

#discourse tw = Most forms of discourse

#shipcourse tw = Ship discourse specifically

#ableism tw = Discourse, but ableism focused

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#En Es Ar = NSR (No Straight Roads) #Double U Aitch = WH (Welcome Home) #Aitch Aitch = HH (Hazbin Hotel) #Aitch Bee = HB (Helluva Boss) #Sea Oh Tee El = COTL (Cult of the Lamb)

Tags for my own purpose, typically text posts I make.

#burntembers.txt is my tag for text posts or general rambles and general stuff. Will use this a lot when making text posts!

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#sparkingembers.txt is for ranting/rambling about disabilities, mental illnesses/disorders, and general neurodivergent shit.

#moltenembers.txt is for fandom related talk/content. Typically me blabbing about headcanons and general deranged shit lmao.

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newhanovere · 2 years

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Out of curiosity, why do people write the hashtag #quesirareafish?

hi! so that’s actually my personal tag lmfao, other people may use it or some variation of it on their own blog (i’m sure it’s a pun other people have thought of before me), or they may accidentally copy it into their reblog from me bc of tumblr glitching. but basically it’s my queue tag - it denotes any post that i’ve queued so i can keep myself organized. i queue most posts rn tbh, but that may change eventually!

a lot of people come up with puns or specific tags that mean queue, so that we all don’t share the same one and have a blog specific one. but some people will just use the word “queue” and that denotes their blog’s queue! some people don’t use the queue function at all though so that might be why you only see it on my blog or a handful of blogs.

and finally - the quote comes from the game! you may know this already lol but when arthur pulls a fish off the line sometimes he’ll go “you, sir, are a fish” and it cracks me up so i decided to use that for my queue!

i hope that clarifies things/wasn’t too confusing haha

#good question!#when i first started using tumblr back in (redacted) i also had no idea what the queue tags meant lol #but it’s a useful function and i’d recommend if you find yourself getting backlogged with posts you want to rb!#ask new!#hillbillyhipster84

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littlerequiem · 1 year

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— cause i'm a mastermind ˚⁎⁺ levi ackerman x f!reader

Levi has had enough of holding back from you. He’s played this Game of cat-and-mouse for far too long. It all started the moment he met you—when you spoke to him with snark and mischief—and tonight, oh tonight, he puts an end to it.

✧ Tags: Rated E - Alternate Universe - Modern AU, Swearing, Alcohol, Consensual Sex, Hotel Sex, Oral Sex, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Mutual Pining, Levi’s POV, Sub!Levi undertones ✧ Word Count: 5.5k ✧ Thanks to @stellar-smth for BETA reading this.

Crossposted on AO3.

Levi has had enough of holding back from you.

He’s played this Game of cat-and-mouse for far too long. It started the moment he met you—when you spoke to him with snark and mischief—and tonight, oh tonight, he puts an end to it.

And it’s all your fault.

There you are, looking like a goddamn masterpiece, wearing that silk green dress that hugs every curve of your body, the rich fabric draping your breasts and ass just right.

And all the while, you stare at him from across the golden room, a lopsided smirk adorned on your face. You bring a flute of champagne to your lips, never once breaking eye contact with him.

Fuck.

“Levi, did you hear what I said?” Erwin asks, his familiar husky voice calling Levi back to reality. Levi scowls and turns towards his colleague. He finds Erwin’s intense blue eyes on him as the man takes a sip of his whiskey.

“I... no. Can you repeat?” Levi mutters as he downs his own drink—a Moscow mule, the least worst option out of the drinks available in this hotel lobby.

Erwin cocks an eyebrow, gazing at Levi curiously. “I wanted to hear your input about the plans to expand to the APAC region next year. It seems like an astute decision from the board, given the margins we saw this year.”

“Mm.” But Levi doesn’t want to discuss the strategic importance of the Asian-Pacific countries in the expansion of this company. In fact, that’s about the last thing he wants to do right now.

“Levi, what’s going on?” Erwin probes, tentatively poking the bear that is Levi’s frustrating lack of getting laid. Or perhaps, to be more precise, the fact that he hasn’t been able to have you.

“Erwin, I need a minute,” Levi interrupts.

“Evidently,” Erwin answers with a hum, taking a sip of his drink as he stares at Levi with quiet curiosity.

“I’ll be back,” Levi insists.

“And I’ll be here, once you get whatever is riling you up out of your system,” Erwin says, amusement laced in his tone.

Levi opens his mouth to answer, only to close it again. Whatever. Levi doesn’t have time for this nonsense.

Levi has bigger fish to fry.

And so, he pivots on his heels, walking across the room with determination in his stride. But he doesn’t simply approach you. He’s not a total idiot, after all—that would be a little too obvious, a little too desperate.

Instead, he heads to the bar, deciding to go for a pick-me-up first. A crowd of people are already gathered to order their drinks, and he takes his place in the queue, refusing to gaze in your direction again.

Just as he gets to the front of the line, drumming three fingers on the table impatiently, one of the barkeepers approaches him proactively.

But not to take Levi’s order.

“A Sex on the Beach, Sir. On the house,” the barkeeper tells him, handing him one of the most fluorescent orange drinks Levi has ever seen. It looks absolutely ridiculous.

“I didn’t order this shit,” Levi says dryly.

“It’s from the young lady over there. She sends her regards,” the barkeeper explains, sounding confused as he gestures to the other side of the bar. Levi turns his attention to where the barkeeper pointed, meeting your fluttering eyes as you twirl a strand of hair around that pretty finger of yours.

Oh, of course.

Cursing under his breath, Levi grabs the outlandish cocktail and makes his way across the crowd.

As Levi comes closer to you, your movements seem to mirror his approach, placing an elbow on the bar and leaning your cheek against your raised palm. By the time he stands in front of you, you are fully facing him—conveniently giving him the perfect angle to your cleavage.

You little minx.

Levi makes a point not to stare at your breasts, because he isn’t some pervert, thank you very much. Even though you’re doing a hell of a job to break his resolve, he doesn’t intend to make a complete fool of himself tonight.

“You. A word,” he snaps, trying to ignore the warmth pooling below his stomach, quiet excitement simmering in his veins.

“A word? Why, what could I possibly have done to warrant the privilege, Mr. Ackerman?” you ask as you take an innocent sip of champagne, smirking against the brim of the glass.

“Don’t play smart with me. You ordered this drink knowing full well I don’t drink this shit,” he mutters, gesturing to the cocktail in his hand.

“Oh, come now, I thought you would enjoy it. It matches your lack of a personality,” you answer with a devious grin. He narrows his eyes at you, but already, you continue, “I was just looking to repay the attention. I’ve noticed you staring at me all night.”

Levi stays silent, hating to be put on the spot. He’s thankful for the dimness of the room, which conceals the blush creeping up his neck and ears.

“You keep staring at me,” he answers with a low voice.

“I have, haven’t I? Mm, I just feel that the air tonight is, ah, how to say? Electric?” you murmur with twinkling eyes. “Almost like a musical crescendo, wouldn’t you say?”

“I couldn’t say,” Levi answers, taking a sip of the horrendous drink you ordered. His face sours instantly—it’s way too fruity.

His reaction to the abysmal cocktail makes you chuckle, your hand shooting up to hide your amusement.

“Now the real question,” you begin with a sultry tone, taking a furtive step towards him, “what are you going to do about it?”

Levi’s ears are ringing, his body suddenly too hot. He gulps, trying to ignore the twitching in his pants, the way his heart lurches in his chest. He keeps a steady facade of indifference, refusing to let you on any of his emotions.

“I see, still a man of few words,” you say as you finish your drink, tilting your head curiously.

“You’re such a pest,” he says. That statement is kind—there’s a whole range of vocabulary Levi could use to describe your constant nagging. But Levi is keeping it classy tonight. “I can’t believe I’ve put up with you this long.”

“I have a feeling there’s a lot of things you’re needing to get off your chest,” you point out, taking a step back. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more… private to discuss this?”

And without waiting on his reply, you eclipse yourself away from the bar, your heels clicking across the marble floor. You exit the hotel lobby—smugly confident that Levi will follow.

The way you highlighted the word private isn’t lost on Levi and neither is it lost on his cock, which twitches in his pants.

Levi clears his throat, looking around once, and takes one last sip of this ridiculous drink. Then, he follows you.

Neither of you makes any sort of trivial chit-chat on the way to finding this heaven of privacy. In fact, Levi doesn’t even walk next to you, trailing behind you like an animal tracking its prey, admiring the angle the view provides. Your backless dress gives him an advantageous glimpse of your bare back—your hips moving sensually with every step you take down the dark corridor of this five-star hotel.

It’s like you both know, both understand that tonight is the night to end the Game. All these months of banter, of lingering gazes, of choke-holding tension… all this back and forth ends now.

Levi doesn't even realize where you’re taking him, too absorbed in your sumptuous derrière, when he finds himself entering a hotel room. Your bedroom for the night, no doubt. His own hotel room looks similar, though less luxurious—you’ve got at least double the amount of space.

When he looks up, he finds you staring at him curiously from the middle of the room. He closes the door behind him and stays put, looking at you like a scientist looks at an experiment: gauging your facial expressions, analyzing your body language and trying to understand what will be your next move.

“Like the view?” you ask casually, turning your head in a way that Levi can admire your side profile. “I convinced the manager to upgrade me to a Junior Suite. These rooms face east.”

You point at the large windows which provide a glimpse into the city at night—a constellation of lights draping the velvet sky.

But while Levi can certainly agree to liking the view, it isn’t the landscape that captivates him.

It’s you.

And fuck, are you ravishing.

“Now, where were we?” you say, turning back to him and crossing your arms over your chest. “Ah, yes, you were about to get something off your chest.”

His eyes flicker to your mischievous face, scrutinizing every facet of your features—admiring the flames in your eyes, the shape of your nose, the shadows dancing on your face, and finally… your lips.

Your lips which have long haunted him; your lips, which have been the subject of his daydreams at work; your lips, which now seem so tender, so soft, and so inviting.

Levi wonders if they taste like champagne.

“Tell me, have you dreamed about this moment before?” you murmur quietly with roving eyes, as if devouring the sight of him. “I have, you know. I’ve thought about the way this would go many times.”

Levi sucks in a breath. His palms are clammy, fingers twitching nervously, and it takes effort to not let it show.

Good grief, he’s nervous.

The truth is, Levi’s not good at this, whatever this is. Levi simply isn’t someone who goes around chasing skirts. Hell, he’s not someone who’s particularly sexual for that matter.

But perhaps you know this too, the way you look at him now with a knowing look, a strange softness behind your eyes that makes Levi’s heart race.

“I have,” Levi manages to admit, hating himself for sounding so desperate.

“Do any of the fantasies include this?” You take a step forward, just a breath away from him.

“Yes,” he confesses.

Now that you’re closer to him (but still not touching him, to Levi’s great frustration!), Levi can smell your alluring perfume—cherries and cognac clinging to his nostrils—making his brain dizzy with desire.

Your fragrance is like branding iron, imprinted in his brain. How many times did the ghost of your scent cause night upon night of frustrating hand jobs?

“What else?” you wonder, lifting a finger and grazing the collar of his suit, leaving behind a dizzying trail of touches.

Fuck, do you expect him to spell it out?

“This too. Your touch,” he murmurs.

“Oh my, my finger tickling you? How scandalous,” you add sarcastically.

Levi could bite your ear off if he wasn’t so turned on already.

His hand jerks up, grabbing your wrist in one movement and placing it firmly against his chest, right on his heart. “Stop teasing me already, woman.”

Don’t you see, goddammit? Don’t you see how much he wants this?

You chuckle. “Tut-tut, always so crude, Ackerman,” you murmur, lips twitching. “But well, I suppose that it’s made for some amusing banter at work, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he answers with pressed lips, remembering all the times you would tease him, the way you played with your lips while he presented his presentation—always trying to distract him.

How he wished to kiss you then, to fuck you at that conference room table that overlooks the city.

“Well then, if you’re not going to tell me what it is I want to know… why don’t you show me?” you suggest, interlacing your fingers together.

Levi holds your gaze just a while longer, seeing the trepidation behind your stare, the way your eyelashes flutter. He realizes how much you want this too, despite still playing so coy around him.

Always the Game with you, even now.

But Levi obliges you all the same—he’s always had a soft spot for your antics, after all—and he finally caves in.

His lips crash down on yours.

And Levi realizes he was right: you do taste like champagne—fresh and exquisite.

The kiss starts off wet and soft—your tongue playfully teasing him as his hands settle on your waist. Slowly, one of your hands moves up to grip the back of his neck, fingers grazing his undercut delicately.

These feather-like touches leave him wanting more—so much more.

Levi takes a step forward as he grips your body tightly, pushing you back so that your back stands firm against the walls. Levi’s hands then start to explore, at first caressing your hips softly and then moving up, admiring the dip between your ribcage and your waist, the arc of your back. So delicate, so warm.

How long has he craved to feel you like this?

“Mm,” you breathe out, seemingly relishing in his touch. This verbal praise only seems to ignite Levi further and he can’t help but groan into your kiss.

He’s apparently not the only one who feels this buildup of desire because moments later, he feels one of his hands being stirred by your own, guiding it to your chest. There, you lay his palm flush, angling your body towards him. Levi cups one of your breasts, feeling your nipple harden under the fabric of your dress.

“Fuck,” he mutters darkly. “The things you do to me…”

A confession, said in the peak of the night. Usually, Levi wouldn’t be caught admitting moony shit like this, but this, right now, feels like the moment to say things that wouldn’t be said otherwise.

He breaks the kiss, watching you with a slanted stare. For once, you don’t seem to have a witty reply to say to him, all dark eyes and swollen lips, appearing to be in as much of a daze as he is.

Levi leans forward again, this time with steady and meticulous movements, basking in the cherry hints of your perfume. He can feel your hot breath on his cheeks, the way you’ve stopped moving, as if assessing him. Slowly, he begins to trail kisses down the exposed column of your throat, all the while kneading one of your breasts gently. His palm moves aside the fabric of your dress, the tips of his fingers grazing the delicate skin of your nipple.

Levi bathes in your little sighs, causing a delirious amount of desire to swell up. One of your legs bends and presses against his hip, reeling hard against him. Instinctively, his free hand reaches down, cupping the curve of your ass between his pleading fingers.

Goddamn does he love your ass.

Levi’s breath turns ragged, fingers digging in the flesh of your bucked hips, his lips nuzzling against the vein on your neck. You moan, and he moves his other hand from your breast to your face, pushing your hair back to expose more of you. There, he lays his desires bare, tasting your skin in an incoherent mixture of lewd noises and wet kisses.

“Fuck,” he growls against your skin, his cheeks tingling as you caress his face tenderly. “Fuck.”

“That’s the idea of this, silly,” you tell him in between ragged gasps.

Levi huffs in response, placing one of his knees in between your two legs in the hopes to silence your wits. But as you begin to grind against his limb with so much desire that makes his head spin, Levi thinks you must be some sort of mystical nymph.

He wonders how wet you are, under all those layers.

At the thought, Levi’s cock throbs, almost painfully so.

Finally, he’s had enough of this—because isn’t this all again just part of the Game, an anticipation of everything still? He bends down, lifting you with ease, and hitches your legs around his waist.

You make a sound that’s akin to surprise and tighten your hold around his back, heels digging into his spine as your fingers tug into his hair fiercely.

Levi takes a few steps across the room and lays you down on the king-sized bed like a precious thing, fully intending to take his time to marvel at you.

But you have another idea altogether. As Levi leans back to look at you, you grab his tie, keeping him firmly in place. You give him your most lecherous gaze, a sight that could make Levi get on his knees and beg.

“You still haven’t told me what it is you want to do with me,” you point out, all cheek-and-smile.

Levi’s jaw clenches.

“Isn’t it clear?” he says flatly, looking at you from under dark lashes, admiring the way your chest rises and falls—cheeks glowing from the dim lights and lips glistening from his kisses.

“Afraid not. You’re going to have to spell it out for me, sweetheart,” you tell him pointedly, a devious grin on your face.

“What is this, a fucking elevator pitch?” Levi mutters back.

“C’mon, Ackerman. You’re a big boy. Tell me what you want,” you tell him again, grabbing his hand and placing it on your cheek.

Fuck, when you say it like that…

“I… I want you,” he snaps, the painful humiliation of being put on the spot making him crumble. “I want to feel all of you.”

He sees your face, the way it settles into a quiet smile of understanding. “Well done.”

The praise makes him shudder. He closes his eyes for a moment and leans forward.

“May I?” he asks with a half-lidded stare.

“Oh, you certainly may.”

And then Levi looms over you, trailing kisses down your neck, over your collarbone and all the way to your chest. There, he delicately removes one sleeve of your dress, exposing one breast in the process.

And Levi shows you the meaning of worship.

With his hands on your hips, his mouth kisses your nipples with every fiber of his body, his tongue nibbling and teasing and flicking. Your skin tastes divine, the flavor reminding him of the salted caramel lattes you drink every morning in the cafeteria—rich and mouthwatering. He always made fun of you for your choice of beverages, but oh, right here, he realizes he may have a taste for it after all.

Your back arcs as his kisses turn more arduous and his teeth dig into the sensitive skin around your nipple, leaving it swollen and wanton. Instinctively, one of your legs bucks and moves between his own, finding his erection throbbing for you—needing you more than ever.

“Ah,” you breathe out in a series of moans. “You’re so hard for me already, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off,” he hums against the nipple in his mouth. He pulls back to fully glare at you, a thread of saliva dripping down his mouth. Disgusted at himself, Levi quickly rubs it away with the back of his hand, a scowl on his face.

“Ah, ah, that won’t do. Let a lady enjoy the sight of you,” you answer, raising a tender hand to cup Levi’s cheek, burying one thumb in his mouth. Levi can only groan in response, the perverted way your digit fucks his mouth and the sight of you—half-naked with a glistening tit—leaving him shattered for more.

Moments later, you take your wet hand out of his mouth and tilt your head, your body twisting on the mattress. “All good things come to those who wait.”

But isn’t that what you’ve both been doing all those months? Waiting? Playing the Game?

Levi decides he’s had enough of waiting for a lifetime—he’s shown the patience of a saint with the way he contained his desires.

Now, Levi wants to take it all.

And Levi will start his taking by making you come undone for him.

Levi moves over you like a goddamn predator, pulling away from you slowly and deliberately. As soon as his feet land on the carpet floor of the room, he kneels down, taking one of your bare calves in his hand and gently caressing your soft skin with his digits. All the while, he removes his shoes with his free hand, not even bothering to look where they land. Then, he undoes your heels, feeling very much like Prince Charming removing Cinderella’s shoes—or wait, didn’t that story end differently? Levi can’t think straight.

“You haven’t got a foot fetish, do you?” You laugh from above, your voice carrying over like glazed honey, causing goosebumps to trail all over his skin.

“Tch, no.” Levi clicks his tongue impatiently. “But it’s fucking filthy to wear your shoes in bed. Even for sex.”

“A clean freak even in bed. Shocking.”

Your tone of sarcasm isn’t lost on Levi.

“You always have to have a smart-ass answer to everything, don’t you?” Levi’s mouth begins to lather your calves with kisses. “Fucking annoying.”

Levi doesn’t add what he wants to say: that your answers have haunted him endlessly, that your voice plagues his dreams.

“That’s because I’m smart, Ackerman,” you answer. “And speaking of annoying, you really should tame that mouth of yours. I never resort to cursing to get my point across.”

“You will be cursing once I’m done with you,” he promises you.

Levi continues to bestow siphons of touches with his lips, sweeping your skin with conviction, all the while tugging at your underwear and slowly removing it. As he reaches the sensitive skin around the upper part of your knees, you inhale sharply, pressing your thighs together and squirming in his grasp.

Levi smirks against your skin and pins one of your legs down. Then, using his tongue and teeth, he starts to nuzzle the oh-so-delicate flesh of your right thigh. When he hears your little noises of approval, he moves to nibbling, carefully carving out little bruises that will no doubt linger tomorrow.

“Are you marking me, Ackerman?”

“Is that alright?”

“Oh, certainly.”

Levi just sucks harder in response, a wildness to him that feels almost out of character. But Levi doesn’t care, he loves the way you tremble under his touch.

Soon enough, your legs spread with shakiness and he continues to go up and up...

“Ackerman, you sure know how to tease a lady,” you mutter with a ragged breath.

“You’re still talking. Clearly, I haven’t done enough,” Levi rasps as he looks over your dripping cunt. He can feel the heat of his breath on your sex.

And then, Levi grabs your legs and Levi buries himself in you.

The reaction is immediate. Like a loose rope snapping, the electric synergy in the air seems to explode, deep yearning shooting up in Levi’s body as your legs buck and squeeze his face.

Levi is nothing but meticulous when it comes to showing you the meaning of worship, and he gets to work. His tongue darts out to explore your folds, all the while digging his nails into the flesh of your ass, his hands pulling you closer to him.

He’s dreamed of this so many times, but this, this right here… it feels even more intoxicating than his wildest imaginations—tasting you in all your glory.

As Levi’s tongue slides against your cunt, he starts to create little sucking motions with his mouth, learning where to find your deepest points of desires. When he hears your uneven breathing turn into erotic moans—mumbling incoherent words and finally cursing with that goddamn filthy mouth of yours—Levi knows he’s on the right path. He smirks and buries himself further into you.

Soon, your moans grow more arduous, and Levi pulls one of his hands back to his side, slowly trailing one finger against your inner thigh. Positioning his elbow into the soft mattress, he inches his fingers higher, finding heat at your center.

As one of his fingers enters you, the tremor of your voice reverberates against Levi’s lips. You begin to let out what Levi can only describe as deeply lewd noises—it’s about the most enchanting thing Levi has ever heard.

With his mouth still on your clit, Levi runs a finger into your core, curling it delicately towards your pelvis. There, he starts to pump back and forth, slick and smoldering movements.

“More?” he asks roughly.

“Fuck… yes.” Your voice has gone up an octave. It only makes Levi want you more, his cock twitching and groaning for attention.

But Levi isn’t done with you yet. Oh no, he wants you to squeeze and come completely undone for him—for him to finally have the pleasure to whip that smirk off your face.

And so, Levi slides a second finger in, his movements faster and rougher. The pad of his thumb teases while his tongue continues to flick your clit, responding to your hips bulking and asking for more.

You come undone moments later, your tights squeezing his face, your hands shooting up to fist his hair in a desperate attempt to hold him through your orgasm. Levi basks in your sweet and musky wetness, admiring the way your whole body convulses and curls in itself.

He lifts his eyes to look at you and he watches the way your face looks as you ride through the waves of your orgasm—the desire in your blown-out pupils, your lips biting down a moan, the trembling of your eyelashes.

And what a fucking sight it is to behold. Levi could frame it in a museum, just for himself.

When your orgasm seems to subside and you let out a content sigh, Levi stands, looming over you with a stormy stare, cleaning his fingers with his handkerchief. The look of you, sprawled out post-orgasm on the fluffy duvet—your silk dress still hugging your curves effortlessly—makes him groan with desire.

Levi’s patience is growing thin.

He wants to know what it feels like to be inside you.

You seem to notice the almost predatory movements of Levi as he towers darkly over you, his fingers digging into the pillow around your head, his knees trapping the rest of your body in a cage. Gone is the amused smirk from earlier, now there is only primal hunger.

Levi needs you to know the torment you’ve caused him.

“Fuck, you’re so…” Levi mutters raspily, desperation clinging to his words as he feels his erection go hard as wood, “...breathtaking.”

With a mischievous gleam in your eyes, you push yourself up with your elbow.

Like two powers clashing together, you seem to have an almost visceral ability to control him, sliding your legs up and falling to your knees in front of him. There, you kneel as equals, your half-lidded stare on him as you chuck away his tie, his jacket, his waistcoat and finally, his white shirt.

With his chest now laying bare in front of you, your eyes rove over his upper body, one finger trailing patterns over his porcelain skin. Levi swallows, hands coming to rest on your hips. As you tug at the belt on his pants, his heartbeat jolts.

“It’s unfair, really, all this fabric,” you murmur into his ear. “So much pretense. What do you say if we just… remove it all?”

Well, Levi certainly can’t argue with that logic. His nails dig into the fabric of your silk dress as you pull him into a languish kiss, smiling against his mouth as you move to fumble with the buckle of his belt. Not wanting to lose more time, Levi breaks the kiss with a groan and moves off the bed to peel off his pants.

In one swift movement, Levi is naked in front of you, his erection on full display for you to ogle, pre-cum on the tip of his dick. Your eyes are methodical, fluttering as you give him a positively devilish look.

“Fuck, woman, stop staring at me like that…” Levi mutters, his cheeks burning.

“Then be a good boy and come claim me already.”

Levi doesn’t need to be told twice. He seizes your body with tight hands, helping you out of your dress with frightful speed. Now that you’re fully naked, his eyes take in the sight of you, hypnotized by the way the light and shadows mingle together to accentuate your curves.

Fucking beautiful.

Unable to contain his pent-up desire, Levi straddles you and pushes you down, kissing you torridly. With your back pressed into the mattress and limbs intertwined, he feels your fingers drag along the curves of his ass, sending thrilling shivers down his spine.

Levi’s length presses against your hot cunt as he watches you tremble under his touch. Pupils dilated and lips cooing paltry words he can’t make out, Levi thinks he’s been bewitched by the image of you. It’s maddening, the chokehold you have over him.

One of your hands trails down to seize his dick with so much conviction that Levi’s body lurches with ecstasy, and you spread open for him—watching him with a devious grin.

Levi feels his last ounce of restraint turn asunder.

Levi enters you with a groan, his mouth panting on the dip of your shoulder. His vision goes white as pleasure shoots up, the most wonderful sensation Levi has ever felt. The tips of his ears feel scorched, the rest of his body flushed.

And holy fucking shit, is it wonderful.

He feels your fingers dig into the flesh of his hips, pushing him deeper into your core. The simultaneous moan shatters Levi’s very essence. He rolls his hips, bursts of pleasure everywhere, your body embracing him like they were made for one another,

You’re so fucking pretty under him and Levi feels like he’s on another planet.

With renowned confidence, Levi slides back and forth into you, thrusting deep into your core, pushing your soft walls and leaving them swollen and throbbing for more. Everything turns into a frenzy—an explosion of sensations.

How long have you both dreamed of this moment?

Your head dips further into the pillow, rolling back to display your arched neck. Beads of sweat trickle down your face, teeth biting down your moans, fingers tugging at the sheets. Levi can tell you’re close and he grabs your hips and thrusts into you with red-blooded vigor.

You cry out louder with your second orgasm. Your mouth parts as your whole body tenses and spasms, all the while mumbling his name in incoherent strings of words.

Levi, Levi, Levi.

It’s about the sweetest thing Levi has ever seen, and his own climax erupts moments later. Muscles clenched, Levi feels like he’s seeing stars.

He lands on top of you, face buried in the crane of your shoulder, heaving for air. For a moment, that’s all he can do—ragged sighs, dampness everywhere and intermingled limbs.

But once reality settles, once Levi realizes what just transpired, a bizarre feeling washes over him. He lies next to you, the two of you staring at the ceiling.

It’s over.

The Game is done.

After this, he can finally get you out of his head.

Right?

“Levi, you’re up.”

Levi stands up coolly, smoothing his suit with one hand. He gathers his belongings and walks towards the projector, where he plugs in his computer to display his slides. As the presentation loads, everyone in the meeting is deadbeat silent, knowing full well how much Levi hates to be distracted by mindless chit-chat.

Levi thus begins his presentation. His usual curt and meticulous speech ravels the crowd, his voice carrying information with deadbeat precision.

It takes about fifteen minutes for him to go through all his slides and by the time he’s done, Levi feels confident he was thorough enough.

“Any questions for Levi?” One of the managers asks after Levi finishes.

Levi turns towards the crowds, a flat expression on his face.

Voices muffle around the room, everyone agreeing that they do not have any questions. Satisfied, Levi goes to gather his belongings.

“I do!” One hand raises in the crowd. Levi freezes, turning towards that familiar, sultry voice. “Mr. Ackerman, can you clarify something for me?”

Levi snaps his attention to your face.

He finds you in your seat, a notepad in hand, twirling a loose strand of hair with your finger. Levi doesn’t know when you entered this meeting—you certainly weren’t there at the start—but as you explain your question (and a damn good question at that), Levi realizes something.

Perhaps it’s the tone in your voice, the way it carries that same allure Levi had heard so many times. Perhaps it’s those eyes again, half-veiled with a twinkle only he can see. Perhaps it's the way your shoulders roll as you speak, remembering the way your back arched for him.

But as he gazes at you, Levi realizes how fucked he is.

Because there you are—business as usual—acting as if nothing changed.

But everything has changed. Everything changed the moment the two of you made that decision in the hotel lobby.

And all Levi can think about is all the familiar ways he knows you, and the words still left unsaid.

“Mr Ackerman,” you call out again, a curious smile settling on your face.

Levi realizes he hasn’t answered your question, that he’s just been staring at you for the past minute in complete silence.

Shit.

You tilt your head and speak up again, “Did you hear my question?”

And Levi knows the Game isn’t over yet.

It’s only beginning.

— Masterlist

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La Primera Clase Prostitute

Scene: 1

He was the most handsome man I ever met. He was with a umbrella hombre ella is the code. He is like like a fish with butter and lemon. And his sarap y taste. Very Very tempting with british accent. A sophisticated man for a change. No I meet a lot of sophisticated men all my professor. He is like a glimpse of what might happen if only I take chances. Before the meeting I went to the powder room and pretty myself. I will meet sir Henry your professor. I told elaine but before that thing happen I am chin chin an actress. So talino St. Scholastican Maria Clara ha-ha-ha naloka tuloy sya. Its almost night time on the way home. Home is where your heart is and its about to be taken to my family. I graduate Masteral so we had a party with friends. I was happy and I cant believe my dream every walk is a way to get to there. I chose to be a nun so I can help poverty we are trying to fight it even in our family. Heaven gives chances. This is the second scene.

Dialogue

Elaine: Margaritte please help me with this subject. Its sociology interaction to other classmate

Margaritte: Yes I would do your assignment.

Narrator: I would try to do this assignment is a good subject and I learn a lot from it.

Scene 2

My bestfriend since Highschool asked me to be with her and try to groom ok. This is our first meeting I don’t know what is with the umbrella I decode it in scene 1. Doctorate in Spanish too who perfected her worksheet. So what stop you for going to him my ambition so he code me ambisyosa. Hoy sir priest ang hirap sa atin mga filipino wala tayong ambisyon kaya tao iniiwan ng dayukyok na aeta para para social at rich sila at yung ipapanganak nila eh totoo ba.

Narrator: She told herself being a handsome is a temptation to their student then how do we interact to men if there is no men there its sociology hmmm we did not talk to each other but how do we learn the language of men and its action. He is so white and his face is like heaven. She tried to imagine this feeling like a feather pillow. And the dimension changes. I heard my classmate being so tense. The intuition of the mother superior or hunches are maybe right.

Scene 4

Narrator

My friends are like a younger sister. Always happy to see me and I go shower and slumber party with her but not without group study or my father will kill me. I know him so well. For payment because I am a professional, she treated me with my favorite food with protein diet because I am so thin. I love eating so much aside from its being delicious that we had a beautiful restauranter. Its sumptuous and very very delicious a foreigner maybe like me. My friend course is HRM but in short course so we try to be there often. At talagang Espanyol to I eat with gusto pero sosyal. We met osang she a friend of us and she knew I would like to give money so she gave her kaya share kami dun. Kitam mabait talaga ko ayaw nyo maniwala. My friend makes me laugh often in the convent she makes me laugh and we seated in a chair in pergola near the church. I know what her test why she keep on praying.

Dialogue: Halika na magchapel na tayo.

Narrate:

And we prayed together to keep too our friendship. So we prayed our need and we kneel in the chapel.

I don’t know what I prayed to God maybe blessings.

Scene 5

I got my ambition when? after community in PVI. No Highschool third year CEO of McDonalds. I pass the interview which is my resume. Working student in Easycall I set up the call center. Where we transmit message. First Christmas that I was not with them I look at the table all full of foods and I almost I need to be strong so I should not be crying. Christmas is not Christmas without my family. So miss it. Did not eat. There is this long queue and I tried to beat the clock and all the managers to cheer me. I am doing good with job exemplary par excellence. All the money goes to my family so I was saving up for heaven. My family is my heaven. You know heaven comfort and love with mixture of color that is very Daddy. I am always proud of him with pride and honor I told him. I became a banker when I was in elementary in Bangko Filipino where the China Bank is now. So I need to study in Business School Harvard Scene 3 not 4

I became the Chief Executive Officer of Bengued Mining my practicum in Makati. So this is Makati I told myself they said this is the riches city. People are working and they are not eating food. I was in the pool of secretary at that time. I paid them my lunch and my father went to Palawan to pay mining and the company of PAL.

Scene 5

My friend elaine always makes me to go to God she would usher me to the church and pray for dreams and penance for our sin. Then we go in another scene in altar the prayer room.

Dialogue

Elaine inaantok na ako dito sa kandilang to and she prayed for his future husband while convent school. They went to student lounge. Its smells feet and try to rest.

Dialogue

The nun says parang pagud na pagod pati sa library natutulog kasi masteral nya pagiging librarian kasi natulog sya therefore I cannot sleep there but there are pillow.

Dialogue

The Librarian said parating Parating gutom code nila to sa fraternity brotherhood to.

This is my favorite food white spaghetti and corn dog jumbo hotdog kaya mo bato kaya bato. Creature of habits will eventually die maybe not routine is when they will try to kill you. Masteral nga.

Scene 6

I took up Rizal in UP and Ateneo. Doctorate of Filipino language at the young age of 11. After the module I saw my professor briefing us on how to flunk the subject. First second third late you will have an F. Second late the traffic is causing my heartbeat so loud I about to had a heart attack. Maybe this is a hint from the cosmic universe that I will fall in love with Filipino. So when I enter the premises my exhaustion is causing me to fall. So I ran so fast when I saw the professor so I wont fail Rizal. I was looking for subject I was in line going to the registry. Anthropology the study of race. When I first met anthropology in the classroom of God, the male specie is nice to look at. There anatomy is well proportioned the height is tall and I forgot because of his handsomeness everything that I learned. Maybe A love spell cast on us which race believe in sorcery and witches and magician. I tried to have a remedial studying in Australia for the 4 kind of races. Jose Rizal we are spying men on who will be reincarnated as Jose Rizal. Opps I just came from the book of Noli Me Tangere when the souls played your playwright. Is it reincarnation? Dejavu or the belief like synchronicity, serendipity and the likes.

Scene 7

She was holding the paper and she get humanities as a subject. Well humanity is about saving lives and not doing things that will hurt human. Why do we go on war? So many will not be enslave.

Dialogue

Margaritte: Syempre elaine para di ma slave

Elaine: Bahala ka nilalabanan mo na naman ang lipunan eto eh kung ikaw naging slave hindi kaba nalulungkot eto kasi makatao nga ako. At saka yun nga yung subject. And to learn that they can stop perversion by the use of ART.

Narrate

I studied Van Gogh the painter who has a problem with his ear,matisse,gaugin,Michael Angelo which is last supper,studied mona liza and her nerve problem in the convent. For humanitarian reason they said why we save criminal so they tried so what is the logic prolonging the agony. Impressionalism, Renaissance,Cubism,Baroque, Modern Art, Abstract Art and Pop Art like Warhol.

Logic and Philosophy 8

Doctorate in Law and Philosophy

There are question before you reach your dream how can you help humanity. If I study and philosophize what there culture belief and the things that makes them alive.

Scene 9

Women Studies, Computer Lecture, Computer Lab, Chemistry Lecture and Lab

So we study about woman today. Do you know yourself that well as you bathe and touches your breast your navel your pussy to get sanitize. What do you think is your threat. Kidnapping with ransome,rape ,humantrafficking,bioterrorism. Where did you learn it the Scholastican Newspaper and what are you lobbying Anti-Terrorism. Does the means justify the end depending on how you use the money. In the Computer laboratory. We discover Einstein because she chat the Ms. She told her in the coded message radiation with Heat will kill us. Heat wave and radiation that is why we are droopy eyed. Pleas save us we are sporadic we can breathe what should be your answer changing temperature the aircon should be increase.

Dialogue: Bruha you would learn to behave.

Scene 10

She was in the canteen or cafeteria her schoolmate told

Dialogue in the ESP

Pagikaw nakidnapped bahala that is the first transmission. How to stop radiation eat a lot protein food.

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alwaysaslutforarthurmorgan · 9 months

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New Hanover

PC: Me

#I have literally no clue where this was taken in NH #but somewhere with trees lol #RDO Photography Series #rdo photography #rdo #my photo #queue sir are a fish

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squidgamesmut · 2 years

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Seong Gi-hun | Know your place 🌶️

MINORS DNI!

Prompt: There is a lot that Seong Gi-hun can tolerate, but there are boundaries that you shouldn’t cross. Eventually, it comes to the point that it’s time to put a brat like you where she belongs.

Pairing: Seong Gi-hun x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

Tags: Thigh riding, daddy kink, age gap, degradation, dirty talk

Requested by @marstheplanet

The morning after the bloodbath started out with bodies being retrieved by the pink guards, but as soon as the final coffin disappeared behind the thick steel doors, you were all left to yourselves for the rest of the day.

Apparently, the Game Makers had decided that today would have no real game, seeing that something that could be considered a game had taken place last night, and because there were no windows around to indicate any time of day, it did not take long for you to become bored out of your mind.

You were laying in your bed, counting the rings in the base of the bunk above you, and rolled backwards, tensing your muscles, placing your feet against the bed on top. It felt funny underneath your feet, and so you pushed against it.

“Will you stop doing that?” you heard a grumpy voice from above, which caused you to kick against the bed in protest. “Aish! Stop that, that hurts!”

Another kick.

The frown of Seong Gi-hun appeared in your field of vision as a mop of dark hair appeared on the left side of your bed. “Are you deaf? I said that it’s hurting me. I’ve already done you a huge favour by giving you the bed on the floor because you were afraid to fall off, so be grateful at least.”

You rolled on your side to face him, plopping your feet back onto the bed much to his delight

“I’m bored,” you huffed, “Why don’t you think of something to do?”

Gi-hun looked at you with irritation lacing his features. “Think of something yourself. I’m not your babysitter.” You sighed and rolled onto your back again, kicking his bed once again. A grunt was heard from above you.

“Listen here, you little--”

The PA cut off Gi-hun’s rage, announcing that food was going to be served very soon and that all players should gather in the middle. You let out a sound of relief, finally having something to do again, but after getting out of bed and walking towards the middle, you felt Gi-hun’s eyes burn into the back of your head.

You turned to look over your shoulder, giving him a look of feigned innocence. “Need something, sir?”

“Didn’t your parents teach you manners?” Gi-hun countered, “Completely dependent on others despite being in your twenties.”

You rolled your eyes and shifted forward in the queue. The pink guards had brought forward something to eat for lunch, though it appeared to not be a lot. Nevertheless, you were looking forward to getting food, for the egg and cider of the evening before had left a bitter aftertaste.

“Can you believe the nerve of that girl? Sang-woo, did you see what happened earlier?” Gi-hun looked at his friend, who frowned at him, unsure of what he was talking about. “That girl kicks me awake from my much-needed nap and then whines about being bored.”

“Nothing you can do about it, Gi-hun.” Sang-woo said with a shrug. “Just avoid her and you’ll be fine.”

You overheard the conversation and exasperatedly sighed, taking the food the guard was holding out for you - another bottle of milk and a fish bun.

“Milk again?” you heard Gi-hun sigh, “Can’t they understand that I cannot digest that properly?”

The revelation caused you to laugh a little, at which Gi-hun scoffed. “Think that’s funny, huh? Stop being so rude.”

“Big boy can’t handle some milk? Boohoo.” you mocked, “Not such a big boy now.”

“Listen, being lactose-intolerant does not mean that I--”

You moved your hand in the air to represent a talking mouth. “Blah blah blah. You’re always complaining, sir.”

“I don’t have to take that from you - you’re the one constantly bothering everyone with your bratty behaviour and annoying voice.”

“Well,” you responded, “You’re being a real adult about it apparently! If you think I’m immature, why don’t you just ignore me like the others do?”

Gi-hun opened his mouth to bite something back, but Sang-woo came in between before he could speak. “Calm down, both of you. Gi-hun, sit here. Miss (L/n), sit over there. Don’t speak to each other.” Sang-woo gestured somewhere out of range and you sighed, walking over to the assigned spot. Upon sitting down, you locked eyes with Gi-hun and stuck out your tongue, unwrapping your fish bun.

Gi-hun was munching on his food in an annoyed manner, gaze fixated upon you. “Who does she think she is? Disrespecting her elders. Huh… To think that I agreed on switching beds. That is how she thanks me?”

Sang-woo sighed and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let it go, Gi-hun. She’s not worth your anger.”

Gi-hun kept quiet, deciding to stop complaining, though his eyes were still looking at you as he ate his food in silence. You raised a challenging eyebrow at him before turning to your bun, looking at the floor instead.

~*~*~

The tension between Gi-hun and you remained until far after lunch time. The wrapper of the fish bun had remained in your pocket and you idly tore off pieces of plastic, rolling them into small balls in between your thumb and index-finger, throwing them to the floor.

A shadow blocked the light in the room from your view, and you looked up to see Gi-hun towering over you.

“You are going to clean that up, right? I don’t want to slip on those when I go to bed and break my neck because of your littering.”

“What’s it to you? Might be better, too. It would be a lot quieter around here. Even the old man isn’t complaining about me, so what is your problem?’

“I could ask you the same,” Gi-hun countered. “You pretend like this is your kingdom, whine when you don’t get your way and disrespect your elders.”

You let out a noise of indignation and showed him a humourless smile. “And what? It’s not like the guards are respecting us in turn. We’re all equals here, aren’t we? Get used to it, old man.”

“I am not--” Gi-hun sharply pointed at you, obviously agitated, “I am not old!”

“Yes you are.” You tore off another piece of the wrapper and threw it against his chest. “Very old. One-foot-in-the-grave kind of old. You’re boring as fuck.”

Gi-hun stared down at the piece of wrapper you had thrown against him. “You think so, huh? You’re acting like a child. Behave like the adult you are, before you get into any serious trouble.”

You cocked a brow and tilted your head slightly. “Was that a threat?”

“Perhaps.” Gi-hun straightened his back to appear tougher and you grinned, fighting yourself from laughing out loud. “What are you laughing at?” he snapped. “Shut up and don’t kick my bed!”

He walked off, frustrated with how you were acting. You smirked a bit, blowing a lock of hair away from your face before laying down on your bed, feet against the one above, thinking about how to kill time.

~*~*~

A few days passed, but the annoyance between the two of you did not die down. As the population of the room continued to decrease, you and Gi-hun started to become unable to avoid each other. Whereas you could usually hide behind a few other people, it became more and more difficult to not interact.

After the marble game, the group remained with only half of the players that had participated in the game, and you had retreated to the bathroom to freshen up a little and gather yourself over the bloodshed you had witnessed.

A pipe leaked somewhere, and you inspected your own face through the mirror, deliberating whether to turn back to the common room or not.

The door of a stall slammed behind you, pulling you from your thoughts. Seong Gi-hun’s reflection approached you, and you stood straight, turning off the tap.

“Can I help you?” you quizzed, raising an eyebrow and turning around to look at the man walking towards you, Gi-hun’s eyes narrowing as he neared.

“For starters, I don’t know what your problem with me is.” he stated, “I’ve tried to be civil with you, but it looks like you’ve got respect for nobody.”

“I had respect for the old man.” you said, scratching some dried blood from under your nail. You raised a challenging eyebrow at Gi-hun’s hands balling into fists, for you had struck a raw nerve. “If you respect me, I’ll respect you, as simple as that.”

“Yet you were the one who started being annoying to me.” Gi-hun countered, crossing his arms. “You really need to learn and be nicer to your elders.”

“Etiquette means jack shit in a place like this.” you told him, tilting your head slightly. “Do you really think that I’m going to spend my time with things like that? It means nothing.”

You walked forward, attempting to walk around the man and exit the bathroom, but he stepped to the side you were going, successfully obstructing your path. You sighed and stepped the other way, but he went with you, peering down at you since you were standing straight against his chest.

“Let me pass.”

“What’s the magic word?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Really, are you going to do this? Fine. Let me pass, please.”

“That’s not the word I was aiming for.”

You laughed with slight disbelief in your voice and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Fuck me, what the hell do you want from me old man? You better let me pass right now, before people come looking where I am.”

“I think you know the word I want from you, and you won’t pass before you give it to me.”

“No.” you said, inspecting Gi-hun from up close by narrowing your eyes and attempting to look taller than you were by straightening your back, nearly brushing against him. “Even if my life depended on it.”

You stood like that for a good minute, staring at each other in silence, neither of you caving in. It gave you a chance to analyse Seong Gi-hun’s features better, a light stubble coming through on his face, and his hair was messy, with a wave sticking out over his forehead. If you didn’t know better, you’d consider him attractive.

Suddenly, a large smile spread over your face, as charming as you could muster. “Let me pass?” you quizzed softly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying the word he so desperately wanted to hear from you.

He did not respond, instead walked towards you, and you took a few steps back out of pure instinct. “A young woman like you should know to not mess with a middle-aged man like me.”

You raised a brow and smirked. “Or what?” you challenged, watching how he leaned closer. The gesture made your eyes widen in surprise, which caused Gi-hun to step towards you upon noticing your faltering confidence.

Your back was met with cold tiles, and you gasped a bit, Gi-hun soon standing against you. “Your tongue is way too sharp for my liking,” he hissed, pushing a knee between your legs, his body otherwise fully pressed against you. Something warm grew within you, something far more dangerous than anger or annoyance.

The fact that a man almost twice your age was standing so close to you with his knee at your groin made your cheeks flame with sudden lust, for you weren’t awfully familiar with seducing men this much older than you. Certainly, you did have quite a bit of experience in swaying guys around your own age, but they were easily coaxed into bed.

Gi-hun, on the other hand, was icy towards you and old enough to be your father, and this distance in age between the two of you was so easily bridged by the sudden need for sex.

Perhaps he hated you, you thought for a moment, and perhaps you hated him.

Not that it mattered in this case, for everything was fair in a situation between life and death. Sometimes, you just had to do what you could to survive, and you wondered if you and Gi-hun would have been so prickly towards one another if you had met under different circumstances.

“Do something about it, then,” you challenged him, leaning closer towards him. Gi-hun hummed, something flickering behind his dark eyes, a gaze that had your throat run dry. Perhaps you should not have looked upon them, but on the other hand, it made you decide your very next move.

Without any kind of warning whatsoever, you leaned in to kiss him chastely. As far as this very situation was able to remain chaste, for snogging a man this much older than you would be considered impure and thoroughly inappropriate.

Gi-hun froze, something that made you both proud and upset. On one hand, you had successfully shut him up and could most likely slip away from him without him putting up any fight, for he was too baffled to respond to anything at this moment. But then, part of yourself did not want to leave him behind like this. Maybe you even secretly hoped for more.

You did not want to go when he was standing so awfully close, where you could practically smell him, and his lips were softer than you had expected, even after days of stress and fear. You had thought them to be dry and chapped, but in truth, you wanted to feel them again.

His eyes found yours and something soft laid in them. You blinked slowly, bridging the gap between you once more though halting when your face was in front of his. “If you want respect, you’ll have to earn it.” said you with a whisper.

Something in his features snapped.

“That’s daddy to you, girl.”

You opened your mouth to respond to the sudden shift in dynamic, but his hands were upon your arms before you could comprehend what was happening. “First, I wanted you to call me sir, but your childishness requires you to call me something else. You like to kiss older men in order to get what you want, hm? What a slut.”

He parted your legs by pressing his knee against the wall in between them, and you had no choice but to sit on his thigh. Your wrists were brought above your head, soon pushed against the tiles, a gasp leaving your throat involuntarily.

Gi-hun pressed his face against your neck, inhaling deeply. “You get turned on by having someone so much older than you touch you? Such an… Experienced man?”

You let out a chuckle in order to throw him off guard: “A loser like you certainly lacks experience.”

“Your body tells me otherwise, (Y/n).” Gi-hun tutted, and only now you noticed how your body was grinding against his leg, your straining clit throbbing at the stimulation. “Ride it.” he breathed against your neck, licking a stripe across it to your ear, “Ride my leg like the needy slut you are.”

The friction against the many layers of clothing made annoyance well up in your chest, and you grunted whilst almost pitifully rubbing yourself against his thigh, and he looked at you with lust-blown eyes. “Not used to a young thing wanting to have sex with you, are you?”

He gritted his teeth and grabbed a hold of your collar firmly. “You want to have sex with me, is that it?”

Your eyes widened almost challengingly, and you smirked. “Don’t you?”

“You’re such a whiny little girl. You’re not worth the effort.”

“Oh, really?” you mused, “Your body tells me otherwise.”

He pushed you against the wall, forcing you to halt in your grinding. You whimpered slightly, the wall cold even through your track suit jacket, and Gi-hun brought his face against your neck. “Don’t act so funny with me, (Y/n). You know that I can’t handle spoiled brats like you.”

An involuntary shiver went down your spine and his hand slid past your waistband, rubbing across the soaked folds of your cunt. You brought one hand to the back of Gi-hun’s head and laced your fingers into his hair, grabbing him tightly. “Who knew that behind all those layers of polite awkwardness hid such a lustful beast?” you purred.

Sharp teeth on your neck and you gasped slightly, letting your free hand go towards his groin, which was stiffly pressing against his trousers. “If it’s a beast you want, it’s a beast you’ll get.”

The huskiness of his voice made you whimper and he spun you around without a fair warning, pressing your front against the wall. He kicked apart your legs and rid you of your trousers and underwear in one swift motion. You braced yourself, the soles of your shoes squeaking against the floor.

“A spoiled brat like you,” Gi-hun muttered, licking his fingers before prodding at your soaked entrance, stretching you out. You moaned at the intrusion and looked over your shoulder to watch him. “A spoiled brat like you needs to be reminded where she belongs every so often.”

He pushed the trousers of his tracksuit to his knees and revealed the average size of his erection, uncircumcised and purple around the head. You gasped slightly at the angling of his fingers inside of you. “So needy,” he groaned, thrusting his slender digits. “Such an arrogant, impatient girl. Taking my fingers like that. Pathetic.”

You moaned, moving back your ass so that he would quicken his pace. Gi-hun removed his fingers instead and licked them clean. “We’ve got to hurry before they come and start looking where you are.”

He stepped behind you, one of his hands on your butt, the other lining himself up with your core. He bottomed out in one swift movement and you hissed, a moan getting stuck in your throat.

His girth stretched you out and you chewed your lip to prevent yourself from becoming too loud, and began to move in time with his thrusts, maximising your pleasure. Your hand went between your legs to fondle your clit, but Gi-hun grabbed your wrist, forcing it against your back. “You think that you’ll be allowed to touch yourself, after acting like that? You should know your place, (Y/n).”

You weren’t sure how you had exactly brought forth this side of Gi-hun, but you were not complaining. Gasping, you pressed your cheek against the awful tiles of the bathroom, icy cold in contrast with the heat of his pelvis pummeling against your ass with every roll of his hips.

Another knock on the door. “Hurry up there, or I’ll come in!” sounded the muffled voice of a guard, and you looked over your shoulder to see Gi-hun fully focusing on fucking you deeply. He grunted in enjoyment, though let his face harden on purpose when he noticed you were checking him out, and you grinned.

“Who has control over who now, hm?”

“Shut up.” Gi-hun hissed, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. “You’ve got such a tight little pussy. Need a real man to fill it, huh?”

You moaned softly at the sudden flutter of his fingers over your throbbing, swollen clit. Perhaps that he indeed realised that you had to make haste if either of you wanted to finish before those pink guards would head in to ruin the fun.

“A needy, whiny girl like you should know her place.” Gi-hun muttered, bending over you, his thrusts becoming ragged and slow, his cock swelling inside of you. He was close, and so were you, so as your reply, you merely whimpered. “Your place, (Y/n), you should never forget… Is between the bathroom wall… And me!”

With a grunt, he spilled inside of you, and a quick fondle of your own fingers upon your clitoris - he wasn’t paying attention in the bliss of his climax - you also unravelled, moving against him, barely finding grip on the smooth wall.

He pulled out and you winced at the feel, his seed sliding down your thighs almost right away. You stood up straight whilst Gi-hun redressed quickly, going to wash his hands at the sink.

Moving to one of the stalls, you went to grab some toilet paper to clean up, but Gi-hun was soon next to you. “Nothing of that. Put your knickers back on.”

“But they’ll get dirty.”

“That’s the point. Put them back on, before the guards come in and see you all naked like that.” Gi-hun clicked his tongue and you raised an eyebrow at him.

Silently, you followed his order, sticky semen gathering on the inside of your pants.

“If acting like that gets me fucked in the way you just did,” you murmured, “I’ll make sure to be annoying more often.”

“Don’t you dare.” Gi-hun deadpanned, “If you do, I won’t be so kind next time.”

You smiled. “Next time… Sir?”

“That’s not sir to you, (Y/n).”

You sighed, caving in. “Daddy.”

Gi-hun gave a small nod, shrugging. “Good girl. Now, let’s head back to the main hall, and I’ll think about it.”

You smiled, following him outside of the bathroom, feeling his spend gather in your knickers, looking forward to the next time he’d take you.

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@cayeeast 🥰 You are never too late, my inbox is always open. :) I hope Damirae?! I have to preface this: I apologize in advance. I don’t really do fics like these—this is the first. But I want to grow, be a better writer, and try new things. I have never written anything like this before, so honestly, THANK YOU.

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"More sauvignon blanc, Miss?"

A bottle of wine was withdrawn from the metal ice bucket, lifted by their waiter's practiced hands. Beads of ice cold perspiration were congealing, beginning to travel downward as Raven swallowed another gulp of air. Though it was slight, her grasp began to shake around her cutlery. She had done her very best not to look at the bottle during the duration of the meal.

Now it was practically in her face, sweating.

Her breath hitched in her throat, as she watched the condensation continuing a steady drip.

It was quite possibly mocking her.

The moment seemed to stretch on before veering into uncomfortable, until both gentlemen glanced down at her untouched white.

"Malbec, sir?"

"Please."

The waiter gently replaced the white before disturbing the red. He swept around the table to refill another glass for Damian, who murmured a polite thanks.

Damian fingered the long, thin stemmed wine glass and turned it towards himself in circles. Several rotations were completed to air out the liquor. He guided the blackened magenta beverage to his lips and sipped thoughtfully.

"Raven."

Though Raven didn't immediately glance up, she was focusing on her meal rather intently. She shuffled slices of swordfish steak and capers to make them chase her chanterelle mushrooms and root vegetables around the triangular shaped plate in different patterns.

Of course, the half-demon was sure to select the appropriately suited silverware as she did so. Her efforts were starting to slow, however, as the lemon cream sauce became nearly nauseating when paired with seafood vapors.

Did fish always smell quite so pungent?

"Is there something wrong with the food?" She refocused on the handsome face of her dining companion, flickering in and out of the candelabra light.

"No, it's wonderful," Raven insisted. "Really, wonderful—great... presentation." His emerald eyes parsed the perfectly placed parsley and the latticework of sauce that was now a soupy mess saturating a plate of parsnips and fish.

"Oh, well it must have been." Damian exhaled sharply out of the corner of his mouth. "But, I'll always say nothing is too beautiful to eat..." He drawled.

"I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought..." she mumbled, flushing a little more than delicately.

"I hope our waiter doesn't insinuate to the kitchen that the meal fell short of perfection tonight. If the chef doesn't already know..." He scanned the perimeter of the dining room, as if expecting to be ambushed by the staff or a number of dining guests.

"I'm willing to bet if it wasn't so busy, he'd be out here himself, demanding to know what's wrong with the food." He cut his steak as he reminisced. "Remember what happened the time you asked for salt...?"

"It could just be me." Subtly, she slid her plate nearer to the center of the table. "Even though, I'll never be fully assured that fish is the best idea on a Monday... Are you sure it's fresh?"

"Is it fresh?"

A part of her was teasing, but Damian physically recoiled an inch. To insinuate that he would frequent an establishment that would serve his fiancée day old fish? His face was drawn with his jaw so set, it was as though he had been slapped—or someone in the vicinity had insulted his mother.

"I called ahead. That swordfish was caught earlier today. They're in season, sustainably sourced, and delivered directly to the restaurant—"

And with a menu that read: price available upon request, where other establishments printed dollar amounts, they all but prepared it table-side.

"But... you didn't follow them to the docks?" She asked in a deadpan. "You didn't call the fishmonger either? And I'm guessing, you didn't stand in the kitchen and observe the process?" Raven folded her arms. "Well, I don't understand how someone who takes shortcuts manages to run a billion-dollar corporation."

Raven wasn't at all new to this and she wasn't sure she would ever fully get used to it.

But sarcasm always helped.

"I was under the impression it was your favorite... You enjoyed it so much when we were here months ago." Damian's eyes darkened and then shone, like a man accepting a challenge. "Have your tastes changed already?"

"It's just... It's a little strong—the smell." Raven cleared her throat with her cheeks draining of their remaining color. "It's much stronger than I remember."

"Tell me... Is it work?" He surveyed the tail-coated waiter standing at the ready and lowered his voice accordingly. "Is it...something else?"

This was meant to speak of their nightly activities, the ones that involved aliases, capes, and crime.

Well, the other ones that involved aliases, capes, and crime—no safe words.

Inwardly, Raven groaned, because once again she was reminded of how much harder this could become.

By Azar's blood.

"It's not...that either. My stomach really is too unsettled for fish today." She took the napkin from her lap to wipe her mouth. "Normally it wouldn't be, but maybe... I'm a little unsettled, too."

"Tch... Well, I knew there had to be something." A half frown stole across Damian's full lips. "It's me, Raven... And this is us. We don't hide things from each other. Not anymore."

"I know." She heard her voice wavering. "I know that..."

"If there's anything at all, you'll tell me." He reached across the table to brush her hand. "If you're unhappy, tell me. I'll do whatever I can..." he whispered, lifting his eyebrows to punctuate his next words. "And I mean... anything."

Now Raven couldn't contain a crude snort. "I know, Damian."

"We can stop by a jewelry store - that engagement ring looks awfully lonely by itself." She sucked her teeth in a manner that was less than refined.

"Shoe store then... You can never have too many pairs of those very similar—" Haughtily, Raven blew air up through the side of her mouth to ruffle through her hair. "—but different, black pairs of boots..."

"We can take a trip..." His voice grew lower still. "...have a threesome." But, that one might have been a question rather than a suggestion. And as he pondered his words, his fork went sailing straight through the remainder of his steak without the aid of the knife. "Well...maybe not that last one."

"You're incredible...suggesting a ménage à trois at a French restaurant? Coquin." The half demon shook her napkin at him. "I'd laugh if this fish wasn't making my eyes water."

"Well, I'd do anything for you..." he replied evenly. "If it would make you happy, I'd even consider thinking about that last." And Raven shot her lavender eyes straight up towards the domed ceiling. They both knew the truth. "Maybe someday in the far, far future..."

As if he would ever share her.

That was exactly right, wasn't it? As if he would ever share her, or their lives with anyone?

Why would he?

They lived on the top floor of an elegant building in Gotham with a vintage lift whose golden grills led straight out into their penthouse apartment. But, it could be argued that the building wouldn't have been complete without their elderly doorman, Tom.

On the daily, he hailed cabs for Raven. Semi-weekly, he handed Damian hangers of dry-cleaning that refilled their twin walk-in closets of the numerous suits, trousers, and shirts and monochromatic dresses, blouses, and skirts.

Each morning, he bade Raven good morning as she went off to work and each night he held the door as he bade Damian good evening, a spectator in the lover's lockstep.

Weekly, Damian and Raven maintained long-standing lunch dates clustered in his corner office at Wayne Technologies. Monthly, the couple attended Sunday brunch with the extended clan of brothers, sisters, partners, kids, and pets all assembled together at the Manor.

Yes, there were others in their lives.

Even though Damian would argue they existed more or less on the fringes of a tapestry, while he kept her framed at the center.

Still, he seemed to love everything exactly as it was and he was in no hurry to change it. Especially when every night ended with them tangled together in their king-sized bed.

Two.

Plus one dog.

Titus was the only exception. Unless things changed in the far, far future.

"Do you mind if we cut dinner short?" Raven suddenly suggested. It must have been abrupt because Damian seemed caught off guard. "I think I want to go home early, curl up next to you, and finish those final pages of my book."

"Alright." He signaled for the check. "I'd like that... We'll get you home and I want your final thoughts on the ending. They better be scathing." The waiter reappeared instantly and it was like he'd never left. And even though his eyes remained lowered to the ground, she knew he had to be appraising her.

Raven mumbled something about the ladies room. She considered splashing her face with water and giving herself a pep talk. But to what end? The evening had already gone array. Something unexpected had cropped up.

Unexpected.

How was she supposed to tell him this?

Damian was a planner and for the most part, so was she. They didn't do unexpected.

"Actually, I'm going to grab my coat."

She excused herself and placed her napkin next to the untouched glass of wine. Her feet were pinched tighter in the heels with every step towards the exit. Raven followed the partition around the perimeter of the dining room, arriving at the stairs to the entrance hall.

As she waited in the queue for her coat, her eyes wandered past the sweeping architecture and up the wrap around staircase, where Damian was probably talking to the head chef and the owner. Just as he predicted.

She handed over her ticket, her heart leaping towards her chest as the end of the evening dawned on her. And as Raven grabbed the coat, she wanted to whirl around in her uncomfortable heels and march back up those stairs. Uncaring of her rudeness, she'd steal Damian away, tug him towards the hallway with the row of chandeliers and kiss him.

And tell him absolutely everything.

She would tell him why La Chandelle wasn't at all appealing tonight. She would tell him why she'd suggested going out to dinner in the first place. She would tell him why things had changed so suddenly.

And why everything could.

Instead, she slunk away. Out of the restaurant. Onward. The best she could do now was hope: hope they could get home, hope she could get out of these heels as soon as she could. And then, Raven would figure out how to tell him tomorrow.

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"Raven?"

Damian was racing down the stone front steps of the restaurant to meet her at the curb.

"There you are." He was hurriedly slipping a pea coat over his suit jacket and he sounded nearly breathless. "Where did you go?"

"The coat check. Did you get the car?" Her voice sounded small and defeated. "I really, really want to get home..."

"I can see that," He deadpanned. "But that's not what I meant and we both know that." His brown-black brows began to knit together. "You were somewhere else for most of the evening. I know when you slip into your mind fortress and this is different from that. So where did you go, Raven?"

She swallowed and held out her hand for him to take. They walked a few steps in silence, turning towards a side street. The sound of laughter, music, and chatter faded away and for the first time all evening, she felt like she could finally think. Raven exhaled, deciding this was far enough.

"Damian, when I asked about dinner," she began. "I wasn't expecting this... I figured we were going somewhere with a little less wine and a little less fish—less wine cooked into fish..."

He blinked, processing slowly with his hands in his pockets, his head pointed down towards the cobblestone street, coated in a mixture of oil and water. It had to have rained recently. "Well, it's not too late, we can go somewhere else—nothing French, I promise."

He licked his lips before he continued, probably sensing her apprehension. "We can go to that noodle place and ask for two pots of oolong tea instead of the usual one... Or we can just grab tea?" He offered. "But if you're too tired, we can always make it at home. I'll make yours with the biggest, widest mug and saucer we have."

"So you're just...not going to give up on tonight, are you?" Raven murmured, her lavender hair moving as she shook her head from side to side, as if wondering who this man was.

"No, I don't think I will." A smirk started up on his face. "That's the thing about having a fiancée. You can't get rid of me that easily." He tapped her cheek good-naturedly and ghosted over her forehead with his lips. "I'm always going to be here."

"Didn't we...just get engaged?"

"Is that what this is about...?" Her husband-to-be searched every single inch and orifice on her face. "We can slow things down or postpone the wedding for a few months. The last thing I want you is for you to be stressed about this."

"What I mean is..." She ran a hand across her damp forehead. "Gods, I had this whole speech planned—how I was going to tell you..." Raven's unease fell away when she felt warmth radiating in waves, like he was lending her strength.

"Anything," he whispered. "You can tell me anything." He placed his arms on her shoulders.

Raven took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his, and—

"I'm pregnant."

The words froze suspended before them in midair. Damian continued to stare at her, but without blinking. Then, Raven nodded. And then Damian started to nod too.

She couldn't believe she said it aloud; she couldn't believe that it even happened. "I know it should be impossible... And not just that it's too soon."

"You're..." Damian breathed. "You're pregnant."

And he was taking her hands with his own to squeeze them tight. He started to smile—not just smile, he was beaming in a way Raven had only seen once before: when she said yes. This was more than elation, he was in absolute awe of her. He lifted her from the rain-soaked street in a generous hug to sweep her right off her feet.

Damian was holding her, lifting her. Supporting her from below. He was staring up, as his breath streamed sweet steam swirling against the seam of her lips. From somewhere inside blooming outward, was a warmth that no amount of healing or surge of power or strike of hellfire could ever compare.

And he too was giving himself over to this sensation.

With fingers gliding through his hair, eyes welling emotion, she nodded again. And she wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew closer to connect. Deeply, gently, then sweetly, they kissed into the night.

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Damian feathered his lips over hers, placing her gingerly onto her feet. And he was grinning madly at her. Then, his grin slid down a little. And then a lot.

His mouth opened, like he was about to say something. He started to talk and stopped. Started and stopped.

"The wine—"

"The fish—"

He ran a hand down his face while he replayed the events of tonight. "I'm such a goddamned idiot. I'm so sorry, Raven."

"It was a nice meal. I had a great time. So, I couldn't eat anything or drink anything—so what?" Raven chuckled. Whatever cruel sense of irony there was in the world, it was a wonderful night. "You know, it's actually hilarious in hindsight, and now we have a funny story to tell our friends... A-and our—our—"

She was enveloped by the warmest, safest embrace Damian could manage as he was trembling. He rocked her and held her tight, inhaling deeper and exhaling harder until they both relaxed. "I am sorry. I should have sensed something more was going on."

"Well, neither of us thought this was even possible. Up until three days ago, I didn't know it was," Raven blurted. And it felt so good to blurt around him again. "We live together. I could have said it at breakfast. Or at the movies on Sunday... When we were in the shower together, last night. I'm the idiot. "

"The shower..." he repeated. "So that's why you were a little touchy about your body." She groaned loudly—this was not happening. "Raven, you've got absolutely nothing to worry about," Damian insisted. "And besides, you're not even showing yet."

"That's what you think," she grumbled.

His lips curled up. "Habibti." Raven raised an eyebrow. She knew as well as he did, that he had better choose that next sentence very carefully. "Habibti... you've always had an aura glowing about you, only now it's just going to grow brighter."

"Pfft," Raven muttered. "Right. As I grow bigger and rounder."

"You know what, yes," he scoffed. "You will get bigger and I don't care. For that matter, neither should you." Gingerly tilted her chin towards him. The way he was gazing at her, with unconditional love, understanding. "You'll be just as beautiful—equally exquisite."

Who could ever doubt Damian?

"And you'll be even more sensitive in all the right places." His low voice was filled with the darkest promises of sin. "I can hardly wait."

"You're dangerous," Raven murmured, knowing she was turning pink.

"Dangerous?" His nose traced the curve of her neck, as the skin shivered.

"As if you didn't know," she said flatly. "It's probably how you managed to conceive with a half-demon in the first place."

She felt him chuckle into her skin, then it morphed into something like a groan. "So, I botched dinner... And sex in the shower... I should have drawn you a nice, hot soak in the tub... Gone down on you for an hour at least...gone a few blocks past the park to grab some slices of 99 cent pizza..."

"How did you know about the pizza?" Raven's eyes widened on her flushed face. "Did Tom tell you?" Whenever Raven said she was going to 'feed the pigeons in the park', what it really meant was she was going to cut through the park to grab a slice of the cheapest pizza she could get her hands on.

So much for the code.

"You actually thought that was a secret?" And when Damian rolled his eyes, he looked less worried and more like his usual surly self. "Please. I've seen the napkins and the pathetic excuses for paper plates... Really, I should have known something was up, there were a few more than usual."

Through the ovens of pizza and pregnancy, he knew and he loved her.

And Raven threw herself forward and held him tightly to her. "You're sort of perfect, you know that?" she mumbled into the hard chest, smelling the usual amber and spiced apricot. She lifted her head and he brushed an errant strand of lavender from her eyes. "I don't want to cut tonight short. Actually... I kind of want frozen yogurt."

"Fro-yo it is."

And as they walked, he bent his head towards her. He touched her face and murmured, "I...can't believe you're carrying my child..."

Damian began to kiss her so avidly, so impatiently, they had to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. She was moaning and pulling pomegranate and malbec from his lips until they were both breathless.

Damian gave her a final peck and they walked back to the restaurant. It was all such a daze, Raven barely remembered him asking the valet to bring their car around. She made a motion towards the door and she noticed he'd already held the passenger side ajar for her.

"I can still do that myself."

"Hmm..." He stared off into the distance with a vague smile, as though contemplating their future. "You're going to fight me at every turn aren't you?"

"No," Raven said quickly. His eyes flickered faintly with amusement. "Not frozen yogurt—I want ice cream. Real, honest-to-goodness, ice cream made with cream, and all the toppings. Whipped cream, hot fudge..."

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"Birdie's Diner?"

"Ignore the name, it's a good restaurant. I used to come here all the time, even before we were—" Raven was trying to pull his fingers aside to see his flushed face lit by the bright neon sign. "All diners serve eggs, alright? I'm sure that's all it means."

"And that's the only thing that drew you here?"

He hung his head in defeat before holding the door. "After you."

There were low lamps hanging over the booths and classic rock stringing out of a jukebox in the corner. Raven hadn't been to a diner like this one in well, ever. The hostess handed over two laminated menus and told them to seat themselves. So Raven sat in a red vinyl booth in the back corner, and very discreetly, slipped off her heels.

Instantly, it felt much homier than La Chandelle.

"Raven, we're getting you the best OB in Gotham—that's non-negotiable," Damian was saying. One coffee down and he picked up exactly where he'd left off in the car, driving and planning particulars. "Or Kori can recommend us hers - they're probably accustomed to working with unique cases."

Demonic blood or not, Raven sincerely doubted there was any OB-GYN in the city that wouldn't pass off a patient or two on a colleague, to quite literally, bag a Wayne baby.

The caffeine had fully set in because he was drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the table while he spoke. "It'll cost us another Sunday morning, because you know Kori will want to do an extended brunch when we tell her and Dick the news."

And the second they told her, Raven would promptly conjure up an extra-strength, soundproof barrier around her cellphone to contain the joyous shrieks. And she'd probably have to buy a new phone.

"But it'll be worth it... You know what, it's not too late, I can probably call Dick right now." His left hand darted towards his pocket.

"No. No, you won't." She placed her hand over his. "We'll do it in the morning. Tonight, you're going to sit here with me and eat ice cream, okay?" Then, her ears perked up in a way that Titus would have been proud of. Hearing the sound of a whipped cream dispenser, behind the diner counter, she was almost gleeful. Her ice cream was in transit and was arriving on a round, plastic serving tray.

"Here ya go, sweethearts." A waffle-printed glass dish and two spoons were deposited onto the smooth, scrubbed surface between them. "Enjoy."

"Thank you." She smiled back at the kindly woman in the light blue waitress uniform, with a name tag that read Shirley.

Cookies and cream on a bed of bananas, crushed oreos. Whipped cream and hot fudge. Even one of those radioactive-red cherries on top. And it was absolutely wonderful. She passed Damian one of the long, thin-handled spoons, which they both knew was ill-suited for ice cream. According to Alfred, it was technically for iced tea, but appropriate cutlery was far from her mind. She tapped her spoon to his.

Cheers.

Raven dug in and moaned. In a word it was: heavenly, and far better than she could remember of ice cream. Six more bites and she could just imagine the tip of her spoon about to hit the bottom of her half. That cherry was hers.

"Hey Damian," she nudged his spoon with her own. "Now you're not eating."

"I was thinking..."

"You can think later... You've done more than enough." They would deal with the rest tomorrow. For now, she chose to think of this as a little celebration of the news—just between them.

"Come on, don't let me eat this alone... Sympathy weight starts tonight." She swallowed another spoonful while he glowered at her. And Raven knew full well he'd already had an entire steak earlier. "Don't worry about abs, your aura will just glow brighter."

"Tch—I wonder what genius said that..."

Raven snorted, but didn't argue. In fact, she was absolutely fine with riding Damian's abs—and hard body—straight into the next two trimesters.

"But I have to agree about one thing." Damian drew up his thumb, using it to wipe a smudge of whipped cream from her upper lip. "There is something about real cream..." He held her gaze as he licked his finger slowly.

The blood in Raven's core was warming, the temperature forming liquid fuel for an ache of a different kind. Officially, they had been together for over a year. And this man was now her fiancée. How did he always manage to turn her into some sort of sticky mess?

It had to be unnatural because it was utterly unfair.

Not so subtly, Raven tilted her head at the space next to her. And Damian joined her on the other side of the booth. The diner and the ice cream were so much better with his thigh lined against hers.

"Raven, can I...?" He hesitated, waiting for her approval. He held his hand up to her stomach.

"Of course you can."

Softly, he stroked the skin over her shirt, where the tiny swell would eventually grow. "Raven," he whispered at last, and she opened her eyes. "I want us to take that trip."

"A trip?" Her eyes were so wide only a sliver of purple remained. "A moment ago, you were talking about baby-proofing the apartment." He seemed unfazed. "Nannies? Au pairs? Daycare? What happened to buying every pregnancy and parenting guide our devices will permit? We can't take a trip, wouldn't that be an irresponsible start?"

"We can make time for something important like this," he insisted. "It could be good for you. And for us."

"Why in the name of Azar and all her disciples would this be a good idea?"

"Hear me out... A mother and father-to-be take a trip before the baby actually comes—a baby-moon. That's what they're called," Damian murmured. "I propose we take one, before our lives, and bodies change." He spooned a dollop of whipped cream and slid it between his lips. "What do you think?

"Oh..."

"We don't have to..." He said quickly and dropped the spoon in the dish.

"I think...it could be an interesting idea."

"If you think it's not for us," Damian reached for her and stroked her hair calmly. "I understand."

"No—Damian—we should do this." She searched his eyes. "I want to do this with you."

"Yes." Damian kissed the top of her head. "Just you and me, Raven. We can go anywhere you want."

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pinetush · 7 years

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“Hopper and Chris Pine at the Fly Shop." - via Wild Trout Outfitters (fb)

#Chris Pine #He likes fishing too #*swoons*#Not PineTush but so worth it #Pine and a puppy #What is that hat good sir?#I'm not a dog person so I'm here for the cute puppy holding the dog #AnglerPine #Facebook: Wild Trout Outfitters #Queue the Tushie

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furby-organist · 3 years

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> So! After hearing his friend Valera was accidentally poisoned by an Angel Dust, as well as another Alastor’s science experiment drinking a Sir Pentious’s venom, local Alexa’s last two brain cells decided he needed to partake in the fun! Thus, he’s going to find out if local Angel Dust is venomous. What could go wrong.

> The scene: One (1) Radio Demon, way too excited at the prospect of being potentially injected with venom, currently hanging out in his radio tower. More specifically, the studio room used by PCU College Radio. He’s hovering over the shoulder of a small fish-type demon, an exhausted college student who will absolutely be liveblogging the impending shitshow over on @killstreaming . (Her roommate is broadcasting but he’s out of eyesight really and minding his own damn business, a luxury Marina doesn’t get!)

> (Alastor had debated whether he should have some privacy in the event he reacts poorly to the alleged venom, or if he should allow voxblr commentary, and he decided that getting liveblogged about meant more attention on him! What is dignity? He doesn’t really know! Queue a mic tap.)

> “Hel-lo Pentagram City! This evening, we’re doing a segment in the name of scientific inquiry! We’re going to find out if the famous and fabulous Angel Dust is venomous! If he is, will the venom affect me? In what way? I’m terribly curious, and I imagine you are as well!”

> “If I’m greeted by double death, and this station broadcasts nothing but dead air -- my apologies!”

#// most of the interaction has been over on @killstreaming for context!#mentioned: autokrates sluttyspiderpolkacock usedhearts #and dontasktheradiodemon #and of course arachn0philia #i cant write starters im dumb sue me #dont feel the need to match me AT ALL #length wise i mean

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arigatouiris · 4 years

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never too late // bakugou katsuki

Author’s Note: I’m a Bakuhoe and it is so evident ughhh. So I’d been to Hong Kong earlier this year and I visited Ocean Park and fell in love with the place! It’s the amusement part I’ve based off of for this one-shot. I personally think Theme Park AUs should be a thing, you know? I don’t personally know how things work, so I just made things up here. Hope ya’ll like this!

Word count: 5480 (omg words just spilled oops)

Pairing: Theme Park AU! Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: slow burn, pining, some angst if you squint, fluff

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As soon as you wore your uniform and stepped out of the locker room, you heard a scream.

“Help me! Somebody help me!”

You were late to work that day. You came in an hour late (a very reasonable excuse, if you had to say so yourself). You blinked before trying to find the source of the scream, scanning your eyes amongst the crowd of children and grown-ups in front of the queue leading to the aquarium. You sighed before walking over to a small child, whose hands were being held by his father, you presumed, and crouched down with a smile.

“Is something wrong, sir?”

The child looked at you and blinked before saying, “He isn’t buying me ice-cream!”

His father shot you an apologetic look, which you returned warmly.

“Maybe, you can get ice-cream after the aquarium visit? The fish aren’t allowed to have ice-cream, they’ll get jealous!”

The little boy’s eyes widened, before looking at his dad, who shot him a heartwarming smile. As the boy cheered, you bowed and made your way into the aquarium.

You were incredibly happy with your life and your job—but after a certain incident, you were demoted. You were once a part of the dolphin crew—the best job, according to you, in Ocean World. You sighed as you thought about the dolphins and seals you were working with, you missed them and though it wasn’t as if you weren’t allowed to visit them, not working with them in those little skits broke your heart.

Stupid Mineta, you thought before grumbling and heading to your current post. Well, at least he lost his job or fucking quit, I’ve no clue, you thought.

You were currently in charge of the aquarium section—answering queries, if any, watching over the bigger fish, ensuring the tanks were clean and managing the crowds too. It wasn’t much on most days, but during weekends, it was jam-packed. You used to be one of the lead performers in the Ocean World’s dolphin and seal act—alongside the one and only Tsuyu Asui. Thanks to a little grabbing and slapping incident involving a regular pervert, Mineta (who was most probably fired or forced to resign, either one), you were asked very kindly to shift departments.

While the entire ordeal was unfair, there was little you could do. You were given the hope that when things died down (you did not know what this meant), you could return. The best part about working in Ocean World was that you knew almost everyone who worked there.

The head of the aquarium department was Midoriya Izuku, a close friend of yours from when you were in school. His knowledge of aquatic animals and plants was tenfold, there was no one who knew better than him. He was kind and stern when he had to be, and children adored him. The aquarium was large and the departments that were connected to it were—the Koala reserve, the Panda reserve, and the reptile section.

Your good friends Jirou Kyouka and Yaoyarozu Momo worked in the Koala reserve, with Momo being a ranger herself. The Panda reserve had Kaminari Denki and Uraraka Ochako working there, and Uraraka was someone you constantly met with to share hot gossip, even when you were working with the dolphins and seals. The reptile section was headed by Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eirjiro, but there was a slight problem there.

Bakugou Katsuki did not like you.

And it wasn’t as if you hid your dislike for him, either.

Kirishima was often struck in the middle amongst your bickering but rarely said a word because only often does he get to enjoy two of his friends fight about the silliest things like water bottles or broken plastic chairs.

It wasn’t as if you hated one another, no; Bakugou and you shared a weird relationship. You’ve known Bakugou for as long as you’ve known Izuku, and you could even call yourselves friends. But, the deal was very simple.

There was a point in your life when you had a large crush on him, and there was a point in his life when he knew about it. However, there was no confession and there was no rejection—things were left floating in the air until those feelings evaporated in its entirety. You two now shared a weird kinship, bickering all the time but not letting it get too far if the other had a problem.

When you were working with Asui, you rarely got to see Bakugou. The man never ate with the others, stuck to working all the damn time, and barely ever hung out after. He had a schedule he stuck to like nothing else—and this was perhaps why his only friend was Kirishima and sometimes, Midoriya tried to talk to him as well.

“(y/n)-chan!” Izuku whisper-yelled as soon as he spotted you.

He was standing in front of the tank that contained sawfish. You blinked before walking over to him, wondering what the whisper-yelling was about.

“Izuku-kun? What’s wrong—”

“It’s Kacchan.”

You hated that the situation began with ‘It’s Kacchan’ like it was a problem you had to deal with. You didn’t want to, but despite everything, Izuku was still your friend and it meant dealing with his friends from time to time as well.

Groaning, “What’s wrong this time?”

“The boys were getting beer last night and somehow Kacchan joined us, maybe Kirishima-kun forced him to, I don’t know... So, things got... Things got a bit—”

“Excuse me, miss?”

You turned around to spot a lone parent with a worried expression.

“Yes?”

“I can’t seem to find my daughter... I’m worried, she doesn’t have a phone on her, can you—”

Your eyes widened, “Do you have a picture of her, ma’am? We’ll get on it right away. Izuku-kun, can you announce her name on the loudspeaker?”

Midoriya paused instantly and nodded, “Of course! Ma’am, please give us a picture of your daughter?”

“She’s 7 years old... She’s deathly afraid of water, I wanted to bring her here to show her that it isn’t all that bad! I didn’t think she’d run away—”

“Ma’am, I’m sure she’s fine. This is a big place, but we will find her. Rest assured. What’s her name?”

“Mimi. Ito Mimi.”

You nodded once before taking the picture from the mother and showing it to Izuku. Midoriya ran off to the mic station to make an announcement, and you started to look around inside. You instantly posted a message of Mimi’s picture and name in the Ocean World group on WhatsApp.

Me: 𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚖𝚒. 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚖, 𝚜𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝! 〣( ºΔº )〣

Ocha-chan: 𝙾𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜! 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! ( : ౦ ‸ ౦ : )

Eijirou-kun: 𝙽𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 (╥_╥)

Kyou-chan: 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 ┐(︶▽︶)┌

Eirjirou-kun: 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚕𝚢! 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 ヽ(`⌒´メ)ノ

Me: 𝙶𝚞𝚢𝚜... (￢_￢)

Kyou-chan: 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, (𝚢/𝚗) (シ_ _)シ

Eijirou-kun: 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝! (￣^￣)ゞ

You sighed before holding your phone in your hand and scanning each and every child’s face in the aquarium. A second later, Izuku’s voice was heard on the loudspeaker, announcing Mimi’s name and asking her to stay put wherever she is. He even stated that she should try and find someone wearing the Ocean World uniform and ask them to bring her to the Aquarium entrance.

A second later, your phone buzzed.

Your eyes narrowed when you noticed it was Bakugou who was calling you.

“I really don’t have time for—”

“Shut up, idiot. The kid’s here with me. She’s fucking crying and I don’t know what to do.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“Are you fucking slow or something? The kid’s with me—”

“Bakugou! What did you do? Did you make her cry?”

You couldn’t understand. Kirishima said there was no kid in the reptile section. But, where was Bakugou?

“Wait, where are you?”

You could hear him groan on the other end, “I’m near the amusement park. Outside the roller coaster.”

“What are you doing there?”

“Shut up and come get her.”

You let out a long sigh. Ocean World was large—it was the largest theme park in the entire country. Since half of the park was situated literally on top of a mountain, the park is separated by a large mountain into two areas, The Summit (Headland) and The Waterfront (Lowland). To get to the amusement park, you had to move from the Lowland to the Headland—and you can only do so by using a cable car (which takes close to 20 minutes on its own).

“Seriously, Bakugou,” You said, right before he hung up, “Is everything okay with you?”

You didn’t hear him curse, which was new. You heard him breathe on the other end and say not a word.

“Bakugou—”

“(y/n), just come get the girl. She’s scared and has no idea how she got here.”

You nodded once before ending the call. You wanted to drop a message on the group saying the girl has been found, but you decided you’d do so after seeing the girl first. You quickly rushed to Midoriya and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Quickly tell me what’s up with Bakugou in like, 30 seconds.”

Izuku blinked, “We were drinking last night and we spoke a lot about you and Kacchan, not intentionally, but it just came up about how you two could have dated in school but didn’t and—”

“Oh my god, Izuku-kun, I will kill you—”

“But, Kacchan was quiet during the whole thing! I haven’t ever seen him so quiet before! It was strange... As if he was regretting something. Also, he called me Midoriya after and not Deku—”

“So weird.” You said, scrunching your eyebrows.

“Weird, indeed. But, it was Kaminari-kun who brought it up. Anyway, when Kirishima-kun asked Kacchan if he liked you back, he just up and left. We haven’t seen him since. He apparently took a day off today, too.”

A day off? You blinked. But, he just called me!

“Uh, okay. So, I think I know where Mimi-chan is, so I’m going to head there now, okay? We’ll talk about Bakugou after!”

“There really isn’t anything more to talk about, considering how he knew you liked him back then—”

“The entire school knew, Izuku-kun, I’m over it.”

“He just looked really depressed about it, that’s all. It’s like, the second your name was mentioned, Kacchan wasn’t Kacchan anymore.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the mere thought. Nodding, you shot a personal message to Bakugou saying you were going to catch a cable car there and asked him not to move.

Bakugou: 𝚆𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢.

Me: 𝙸𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐? (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

Bakugou: 𝙽𝚘, 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚍.

You giggled before rushing to the cable car section. Of course, he doesn’t use emojis.

You were glad it was a weekday, which meant the cable cars were free and you could literally hop on one before heading up to the Headland. Sighing, you sat inside the cable car and waited, wondering about Bakugou the entire time.

It was all true. You could have told Bakugou you liked him back then but chose not to. You didn’t know why, but some part of you wanted to get over him and not face rejection. There were many signs that showed he had an interest in you as well, but you assumed it was mainly because he knew you just as much as he knew Izuku. You got over your crush in less than a year—you even dated Monoma after that for a whole year! And after that ended badly, you decided you’d not date anyone in your close circle.

But, each time you did think of Bakugou, you felt sad. Almost as if you let something go—you barely knew him too well when you liked him, but there were things about him that were so attractive. He was focused and had his way with the reptiles. You’ve watched him with them, he wasn’t his usual loud and abrasive self. He cared for the reptiles and treated them all like children, despite reptiles being hated by so many for being physically repulsive. You wouldn’t deny it, you hated reptiles before Bakugou explained them to you.

They’re just misunderstood, he’d say.

You gulped when you thought of how you could apply his words for him as well. For the most part, Bakugou was misunderstood, and it was no fault of his. He was loud, true, and could be intimidating, for sure—but, he was kind and you had seen it and experienced it first hand.

Now, when you came to think of it, you couldn’t see why you never told him. And to think he knew about it—that shocked you more. He knew you liked him, and never told him, you only wondered what he thought of you.

Did he wonder why you never told him?

Did he... you gulped, Did he also...?

You shook your head before thinking of such things.

On reaching the Headland, you sighed before looking down at the 10-minute walk to the amusement park. You shot Bakugou a message saying you’d reached the Headland, asking him about his whereabouts.

Bakugou: 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Me: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜! (￢‿￢ )

Bakugou: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

You froze.

Your fingers were itching to type something in response to that, but you shoved your phone inside your pocket and made your way to the amusement park. You knew the entire theme park like the back of your hand, so what would normally take you 10 minutes, took you 4. You weren’t sprinting, but you were eager to see Bakugou more than ever before.

He wasn’t working, which meant he would have to be in civilian clothes. He walked out of a party or whatever it was, without saying a word—very unlike him to call Midoriya as Midoriya and not Deku, and it was very, very odd for Bakugou to say what he had just said.

For some strange reason, your heart was beating very fast. Suddenly, it felt like you had two hearts palpitating instead of one—your nervousness was profound.

It had been years since you had seen Bakugou alone without anyone else. It was a strange thing to think about when you were going to meet him alone, but it shocked you, too. You hadn’t been alone with Bakugou in more than 8 years almost, you were always with your friends or he was with Kirishima.

And the last time you were alone, you had a huge, huge, huge crush on him.

You spotted Bakugou sitting across a small child with brown hair. You sighed in relief when your eyes landed on him, but a second later, his eyes met yours—almost as if he knew you were there. You froze where you stood; suddenly, Bakugou was a remedy for heart palpitations. Or he made them worse. You couldn’t tell.

You walked over there and double-checked if the girl was the missing Mimi. It was.

“Mimi-chan,” you voiced, your heart still beating frantically, “Your mother is looking everywhere for you! She was so worried. What happened?”

“I wanted to see the cable cars...” She said, guiltily.

You sighed before placing a calm hand on her shoulder.

“Once you’re finished with your food, let’s go to your mother?”

She nodded happily and pointed to Bakugou, who was quietly sitting across her.

“Baku-san’s very nice! He bought me popcorn and cotton candy!”

You looked to Baku-san with amused eyes, “Baku-san sure is something else, isn’t he?”

Bakugou blushed with embarrassment, a very evident frown on his face.

“Baku-san’s the best!” Mimi exclaimed, causing you to giggle.

“He sure is—”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, you stupid extras!”

A second later, you shot a text to Izuku saying the girl was found. Midoriya instantly called you.

“She’s fine, Izuku-kun. Is her mother there with you?”

“Can you stay put there? Her mother and I are coming to you.”

You blinked, turning to Bakugou, “Uh, I can bring her to you—” Bakugou’s hand grabbed your wrist, shocking you to stillness.

“Stay here.”

Your eyes widened at his words, such a confusing change of behavior. You blinked twice before trying to figure out what to do.

“Alright, Izuku-kun. I’ll be here. We’re at the roller coaster food trailer.”

“Okay!”

Once the call was done, you turned to Bakugou with a scowl. You wanted an explanation. You pulled her hand away from his grasp before turning to Mimi, who was concentrating on her food. Plopping beside Bakugou, whose facial expression was currently null, you hit him across his arm.

“What the fuck is going on?”

You never swore, but on the rare occasions that you did, Bakugou was always amused. You heard him chuckle. You hit him across his arm again.

“You’re not acting yourself, Bakugou! What is going on?”

It wasn’t like him to beat around the bush. Bakugou’s firecracker personality didn’t make a lot of people like him, but that was the one thing you admired. Sure, the two of your relationship dwindled after school but that didn’t mean you hated him. You two drifted apart, and that was as natural as anything else.

“Why are you so fucking annoying, (y/n)?” He asked, not looking at you.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You...” He shook his head, trying to find the right words, “You fucked things up.”

Your heart fell at his words. Fucked things up? What did he even mean?

“What did I even do? You aren’t being clear here—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You barely heard him but you managed to understand what he said.

“Tell you... what?”

Bakugou turned to look at you with a ‘really?’ expression. His red eyes were literally piercing into your soul. You had to gulp before even trying to answer.

“Oh...”

He chuckled before turning away, “Yeah.”

You two sat there, not saying a word. Your heart was beating so fast, you could feel the blood rushing to your ears.

“But, why does that matter now? I mean, it’s been 8 years, Bakugou...”

“And not once in these 8 years did you think I deserved to know?” Bakugou asked, and you had no idea why his words pierced you.

You almost winced at the way his words sounded. He was stoic, but it was unusual.

“I didn’t think you’d like me back. It seemed like you hated me. It seemed like you hated everyone. I couldn’t approach you—”

“I didn’t fucking hate you, (y/n). Fuck, I...” He cursed under his breath, “I really thought you of all people knew me better.”

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at him avoiding your gaze. Your hand reached out to his, but he pulled his hand away before you could even graze your fingers against him.

“Bakugou—”

He turned to the girl, Mimi, who had finished eating by then.

“You done, kid?”

She nodded happily before Bakugou stood up.

“I’m going to the roller coaster. When you’re done handing her over, come see me,” He turned to you before deadpanning at you, “We’re not done talking.”

You nodded. It was so unlike him, but you knew you had to get things over with. It was 8 years overdue.

“Why did you take a leave today—”

Bakugou was already several feet away. You sighed before turning to the girl and smiling. A few minutes later, Midoriya and her mother came over. Mimi hugged her mother before waving goodbye at you and Izuku. You sighed for the thousandth time, before turning to Izuku.

“Say, Izuku-kun,” You struggled to find the right words, “Do you think I should have told Bakugou about liking him?”

Izuku hummed, “I think if you have a crush on someone, they deserve to know. I mean... I’d have felt bad if Uraraka-san never told me that she liked me. She did and it didn’t work out after, but I’m glad she was honest.”

You stayed quiet. “Do you think Bakugou feels bad I was never honest with him?”

“Anyone would, really. But, if you ask me,” Izuku looked at you with a calm smile, “I think Kacchan is hurt not because you weren’t honest with him. Everyone knows he struggles with expressing his own emotions. He won’t hold it against someone for struggling in the same way.”

You blinked, what Izuku said made sense. But, then why was Bakugou hurt?

“Then why is he...?”

Oh.

Izuku chuckled, “I think you know the answer, (y/n)-chan.”

You could barely breathe. There was more than one type of guilt. You might do something horrible that you later regretted. But you could also feel guilty for something you'd not done. By not telling Bakugou you liked him, you robbed him of a chance to respond; you robbed him of a chance for a confession, you knew he could have done so himself if he wanted to, but that was something you knew now, and not before. You robbed Bakugou a chance of experiencing something for the first time, and you robbed him of a chance to grow up not wondering, ‘Am I not worth liking?’

Oh God, you thought, feeling fresh tears strike your eyes. What if he thinks...?

What if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it?

What if he spent all these years thinking he doesn’t deserve it?

You brought a shaky hand to your mouth before turning to Izuku. He merely smiled at you, patting your shoulder twice.

“Don’t overthink it,” He suggested, “Kacchan’s a lot more complex than people give him credit for.”

You knew all this. You knew how he was always misunderstood. You urged people to give him a chance, despite pretending all this while to hate him. You were aware that he had difficulty expressing his emotions, but you also knew that didn’t mean he didn’t have emotions, to begin with.

If Bakugou knew you liked him and did everything you could to get over him, if he knew just this fact and especially if it didn’t come from you, then he must believe that you hated it the whole time.

You needed to rectify this. You needed to let him know that you didn’t tell him because you were scared. You needed to tell him that he’s worthy of those feelings, that he has nothing on him that can even be considered repulsive. You knew of his internal struggles, you knew how hard he worked, even in college. You knew he was focused, driven, arrogant—only because he wanted to be a better person, a better adult, a better human being.

And you had denied him, despite knowing it all, of a chance to grow romantically.

You could still argue on why Bakugou never confessed to you if he liked you back. But, the problem was a lot bigger than just him liking you back or not. The problem was you never having told him yourself. The problem was him believing you didn’t want to.

“Izuku-kun, can you ask someone to take over for me?” You were glad you were wearing a tank top underneath the Ocean World uniform.

Midoriya’s eyes widened as you handed him your uniform.

“W-Where—”

“Just take this and put it in my locker. You know my combination, right?”

Izuku nodded, “Yeah—”

“I need to rectify something I should have done 8 years ago, Izuku-kun, so, please. Do me this favor, okay?”

Izuku nodded before smiling at you. You loved this boy, he was just so precious. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, earning a chuckle from him.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“Oh, yeah.”

As soon as Izuku walked away, you turned to the roller coaster and rushed over there. You spotted Bakugou, using his phone, leaning against the counter. The roller coaster was apparently the scariest rollercoaster in all of Asia. While you hated rollercoasters with your life, you also knew Bakugou loved them. He loved anything that involved adrenaline, so you had something in mind.

“Baku-san!” You teased, before making Bakugou scowl at you.

“Don’t call me that, idiot.”

“Don’t call me idiot, idiot.”

You grabbed his hand before leading him to the ticket counter. Bakugou’s eyes widened before you rushed to the rollercoaster’s waiting line. You two worked there, you didn’t need tickets.

“What the fuck—Hey! I thought you hated—”

“Oh, yeah, I hate them. I might grab on to your hand and squeeze the life out of them so, just take it.”

Bakugou blinked before being violently pulled into the rollercoaster’s first car. You gulped before feeling your entire body tremble, grasping Bakugou’s hand as tightly as you could.

“(y/n), you’re literally shaking.”

“Shut up. If we’re dying, at least we’re dying together.”

You heard him chuckle once just as the rollercoaster began to move. You squeaked before tightening your grip against his hand, only to have Bakugou hold your hand in return. You wanted to appreciate this gesture, but you were scared shitless. Just as the coaster moved, you screamed—you screamed, screamed and screamed some more—before you stopped screaming.

“Oi—”

You were about to faint.

“(y/n)—”

“We are so dead—”

A minute of death later, the rollercoaster stopped. Bakugou helped you out, pulling you to a standing position. Your hands, legs and your lips were quivering, causing Bakugou to fall into a fit of laughter. You knew the adrenaline made him laugh and not to mention, your scared face.

“S-stop l-laughing, I-I was r-really—”

“Why did you do it?”

You looked him straight in the eye and frowned. Your frown deepened when you noticed his smirk increase.

“Let’s go. I want to see the dolphins,”

Bakugou looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“I really like dolphins. I especially miss Kiro and Soma, they were lovely. Not to mention, Tama the seal. She’s adorable! Did you know she loves mackerel the most? I mean—”

“(y/n), you’re nervous.”

You shook your head, “I mean, Tama’s the nicest seal too! She loves when you put her in those cute little—”

“You definitely are. You talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

You could feel your heartbeat in literally every part of your body. You didn’t know why.

“No, I don’t. I was just talking to you about—”

“Do I make you nervous?” You could practically hear the smirk from Bakugou at this point.

“No. I’m not nervous, Bakugou.”

“You’re trembling.”

You hated how perceptive this douchebag was.

“I’m cold and I almost just died.”

Bakugou laughed before noticing your hands were still connected. He didn’t say a word and walked ahead, your linked hands still linked. You tightened your grasp, looking over to him and blinking a few times, expecting some response. When you felt him tighten his grasp as well, your heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

When you reached the open auditorium where the dolphin show was happening, you noticed Tsuyu and your temporary replacement, Iida Tenya, perform a different skit. You smiled when you saw your animal friends, your hands still linked with Bakugou’s.

“Bakugou?”

When you didn’t hear him say anything, you assumed it was safe to talk.

“Can I call you Katsuki?”

He turned to look at you once, before nodding. He noticed how you weren’t meeting his gaze, and he knew he had to say something before things escalated.

“Listen, you don’t have to do this shit just because—”

“Just because of what? I see what I did wrong, and I... I regret it.”

“(y/n)...”

You turned to him now with pleading eyes, “No! I have to do this—”

“This isn’t the time or place for—”

“Then take me somewhere you want to, wherever you think is appropriate. If I don’t do this now, I... I’ll live with regret all over again, and I don’t want to do that. Katsuki,” You didn’t notice how his face reddened when you called him that, “I was so wrong in not telling you how I felt. I was so wrong, I wish I could go back in time and tell you back then how much I—”

“(y/n), I’m in love with you,” Katsuki said, with a straight face.

Your eyes widened.

“Have been. For years. It sounds like a fuck-all cliche, but it’s a fucking pain. And when I got to know you liked me back in school, I knew I should have fucking said something. But, I’m like this,” he gestured to himself, “And you’re you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Bakugou groaned, “It means, we’re not compatible.”

“And who made that fucked up assertion?”

Bakugou tried to let go of your hand, but you held on tighter than ever before.

“For the last time, Katsuki, tell me what the fuck is on your mind or I swear to fucking hell I’ll never know.”

Katsuki took a moment. He was frowning at you, but you knew it wasn’t at you but at the thoughts, he was currently having. He took a deep breath before composing himself.

“I can’t give you what you want,” He brushed a hand through his hair and, “I’m not... I’m not boyfriend-material. I can’t be nice, I can’t be romantic for shit, I can’t surprise you, I can’t compliment you, I can’t—”

“And all of those things, you did today. In a single day.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened.

“What?”

You nodded, “You can’t be nice? You bought a random little girl some food and made sure she stopped crying to the best of your abilities. Boom, next. Can’t be romantic? You held my hand all through the rollercoaster ride despite finding it hilarious. Boom, next. You can’t surprise me? You gave me a hell of a shocker by even saying you’re in love with me and practically everything you did today is a goddamn surprise, so boom! Next,”

You stepped closer to Bakugou, your hands still in his. You noticed his grasp on your fingers was loose, and you used this opportunity to play with his hands.

“You can’t compliment me? You told me you love me, Katsuki. That’s the biggest compliment anyone can ever give me.”

Katsuki just stared at you, blankly.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

You giggled before leaning down and placing your forehead on his chest. Bakugou’s hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, and he leaned against the pillar by which he was standing.

Suddenly, a thought entered your head. Leaning back, you looked at Bakugou with a confused expression.

“What?”

“Do you have anything to do with Mineta quitting?”

Katsuki scoffed. He didn’t say a word and just leaned back, eyes closed. You quietly placed your forehead back on his chest and sighed, wrapping one arm around his waist.

“I guess I have my answer.”

A few minutes later, you led Bakugou out of the open auditorium, hands still connected.

“Katsuki,” He didn’t say anything. “So, you love me? Like, love me love me?”

You could practically see how the cringe form in his face, making your smile grow in response.

“I take it back.” He snapped, grumbling.

You giggled before leaning closer to him, hands still connected, “No.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, “No, I can’t take it back or no, you don’t... You don’t feel...?”

He felt like an idiot even saying it. He could feel something sink inside of him. He guessed it was his dignity. He placed his hand to cover his jaw, in an attempt to cover the redness in his face.

Your fingers wrap around his fingers and you pull his hands from his jaw so he can look at you, or you guessed, so you can look at him.

“No, you can’t take it back, silly.” You said in a voice so deep and warm and full of things that Bakugou couldn’t get mad anymore.

This has to be what people mean when they say they “melted.” Bakugou would never admit he felt this way.

Bakugou gulped. He couldn’t look away from your amused expression. Your eyes were so deep and warm at the same time, just looking at him and nothing else. Right then, Katsuki wondered how could a person’s eyes be so ridiculously gorgeous and enchanting and so full of things he desperately wanted to know.

“So, what’s your answer?” He almost whispered, afraid he might screw it all up.

Those eyes of yours widen a little bit. You hold your breath. You lean forward, standing on your tip-toes, feeling the confidence come from who knows where and fan your lips over his.

“I like you, Katsuki,” you say and close the gap instantly.

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Found (Chapter 2) - Morisawa Chiaki/Reader

Summary: Chiaki can vaguely remember that time in kindergarten when he saved a girl during a school field trip but he knows that it was the first time he became someone’s hero. With only a dolphin plush and a worn-out handkerchief to remind him of that memory, he finally meets her again.

A/N: This chapter took longer than i expected but hopefully the length is worth the wait~ Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 2: Lending A Hand

“She’s what?”

“Hmm? She’s the cafe’s owner. Kaoru told me last time we went there with Souma.”

Chiaki didn’t realize the fact until after they left the cafe, and the first thing that concerned him was if he was at any point rude to her while they were talking the other day. Judging by her reactions, she probably wasn’t but he’s really not the type who can read people’s emotions accurately. Plus, that was just the first time they met, so he wouldn’t really know. Kanata should’ve really told him. But Chiaki can’t really blame him since Kanata must've thought the brunette already knew.

Chiaki shakes the thought off as he rounds the corner to the street where the cafe is located.

Visiting the cafe in the morning would probably be a bad idea since the children might recognize him and cause a commotion. He recalls a lot of Ryuseitai meet and greet events where the children would just gather around and cling onto him in adoration. Not that he dislikes it one bit, but he might cause too much ruckus in the cafe that it disrupts the rest of the customers. So he decides a late afternoon visit would be better, where the crowd would be thinner.

Or so he thought.

The moment he enters the cafe, a pair of children run past him, almost bumping into his legs if he hadn’t moved away in time.The children’s area is completely full and the quiet, relaxing atmosphere from two days ago was gone.

He spots the owner by the display case, reaching for a stuffed bear to lend to a waiting girl by her feet. “Alright now. Take good care of her while we get your Ranger Pink parfait ready, okay?” She says, her voice in a gentle and soothing tone.

The girl sniffles and rubs her eyes before taking the bear. “...Okay. Thank you, Onee-san!” She gives her new friend a pat before trotting back to her mother. The mother mouths a small ‘thank you’ as her daughter approaches and the owner waves in reply.

Chiaki walks over just as the owner turns to the door. “Oh, you really came!” She says, a hint of excitement in her voice. However, as soon as she realizes this her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and she clears her throat to hide her embarrassment. “–I mean, welcome! Please have a seat and we’ll get back to you for your order.” The change of her tone to a more business-like one didn’t go unnoticed by Chiaki, but he passes the observation as simply being courteous.

“Thanks. I’ll be over there, then.” Chiaki points to an empty table near the children’s area and she nods before getting back to work. Now’s probably a good time to go over the script for another job while he waits, and so he opens the folder he brought with him and starts skimming over the lines.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when a glass of water was placed on the table in front of him and was greeted again by the owner, just like the first time he visited the cafe. The only difference is that this time, she is looking more troubled than cheerful.

“I am so very sorry!” She suddenly blurts out, bowing her head. “We haven’t had this many customers at this time of the day and… well our other staff is still sick so–Ah! Sorry! I shouldn’t be blabbering all this to a customer!” She says and apologizes once more. He’s never seen her this flustered before.

“Ah, no it’s fine really. I didn’t even notice how long it has been since I started reading through this.” Chiaki quickly replies, trying to ease her worries. He had a habit of getting too engrossed in whatever he’s reading and losing track of time, after all, so a few minutes of waiting shouldn’t bother him too much.

“But it’s already been an hour since you arrived and we haven’t attended to you yet,” she regretfully explains, “so please let me take your order now and I'll get started on it immediately!” She takes out a notepad and waits for his reply.

An hour, huh? Chiaki thinks and peeks over behind her to the children section. It’s still packed, with the most children holding stuffed animals from the display case. They must already be waiting for their orders too. The barista counter has several parfaits on it, ready to be served. There are also a few new customers who are looking around and probably waiting for a staff to attend to them. It’s one heck of a war she’ll be returning to once she takes his order.

“Umm… Sir?” She hesitantly calls, clearly still anticipating his response, and Chiaki looks back at her.

“You have a lot of people today, huh?”

“Y-Yes. I’m really sorry for–”

“Would you mind me helping out?”

“What?” Her tense shoulders drop in confusion as Chiaki stands up and takes a quick view of the cafe once more.

“I can go wait tables and entertain the kids to free you some tasks.” He offers, hands now on his hips and wearing a confident smile on his face. She was surprised by the offer but she quickly shakes her head.

“But that’s– We can’t possibly let a customer do that and not to mention an i–”

“It’s fine, really. A hero would never pass up any chance of helping others!”

But despite her best efforts to dissuade him from taking the place of their sick employee, she eventually gives in. Partly because she had a long queue of orders that needed preparing and she no more time to waste arguing, but mostly because of Chiaki’s persistent convincing. He had good intentions, after all.

Chiaki is a natural at this, being an idol and all, and is able to settle down the waiting customers, especially the children. It was only a matter of time before the chaotic atmosphere died down.

He stops for a moment to look back at the counter to see how they’re doing with the orders, and he sees her trying her best to calm an upset boy, who was stomping his feet in front of the display case.

“I want to play with the dolphin!” The boy cries, pointing his finger on the worn out dolphin plush at the top shelf.

“I’m really sorry. That one’s only for display.” She gently replies, crouching down to meet the boy’s eyes.

“But I want to see what it looks like up close! Mommy and I went to an aquarium yesterday and I didn’t see the real one because I was scared. So I want to play with the blue dolphin!” The boy raises his voice, already on the verge of tears. She bites her lip, not knowing what to do.

“...Mr. Dolphin up there is really old, you see? If we suddenly take him outside, he’ll… um… he might get hurt.” She tries her best to explain it to him in a way he can understand but the boy was not budging, still holding that disappointed frown on his face. “A-Anyway, I can’t really take Mr. Dolphin out. You can play with the other animals, if you like–”

“It’s just for a few minutes until Mommy comes back. Why won’t you let me play with him?!” The boy shouts and stands on his tiptoes, pressing his little hands on the glass screen and attempting to slide it open.

“W-Wait! It’s dangerous, don’t–”

Chiaki is quick to rush over, reaching out for the boy to lift him up and away from the display case. The boy was stunned by the sudden action, with eyes staring wide at Chiaki as he put him down.

“Now, now. Good boys should listen to the grown-ups. It’ll be hard for you to be a hero if you keep causing trouble.” Chiaki then says.

“But the dolphin...” The boy looks back up at the dolphin, frowning even more.

Chiaki places a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You said you went to an aquarium, yeah?”

The boy nods and wipes little beads of tears forming on his eyes. “...Yeah.”

“What was it like seeing the other fish up close?” Chiaki asks, and almost instantly the small tantrum is forgotten as the boy looks at him with excited eyes.

“There were so many colorful fish and they were swimming together!” He spreads his arms wide as he tells the brunette. “There was this one fish with… um...”, the boy looks at his hands and tries to count on his fingers, “... eight legs!”

“Wow! That looks cool! How does a fish with eight legs swim, I wonder?” Chiaki exclaims and the boy looks happy to have someone listen to his stories.

The boy's face lights up at an idea. “Oh! I can show you what it looks like!” And he starts tugging at Chiaki’s hand. “Let me draw it for you.”

Before Chiaki is dragged away, he turns to her, who was still surprised at how easily he handled the situation. “I’ll take care of the boy here, you go and tend to the other customers.” He reassures her, giving her a quick wink to ease her worries and she gives a relieved smile.

“Alright, thank you.” She nods before heading back to the counter to retrieve the next batch of orders to serve. Chiaki continues to listen to the child as he draws with the crayons and sheets of paper on the table. The eight-legged fish the boy was talking about was actually an octopus. The boy then starts to tell Chiaki about the other creatures he saw on his aquarium visit and the brunette listens patiently.

From behind the child, Chiaki sees the owner slowly making her way to the display case, careful not to alert the boy of her presence. He and the boy were seated at a table with the boy having his back turned from the shelf, so when she opened the glass door and reached for the dolphin, the boy didn’t notice.

She meets Chiaki’s eyes for a moment, and signals him to stay quiet and continue distracting the boy. He nods and she quickly ducks behind the counter and into the staff room with the dolphin. She is probably hiding it so the boy would forget about it.

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly thanks to Chiaki’s help and they were able to reach closing time without incident. That was probably the busiest day they’ve had, and it would’ve brought them a bad reputation if there were too many unsatisfied customers due to being understaffed. Chiaki was glad he could help.

–

“Here’s your Ranger Red Parfait!” Chiaki eagerly watches as his red parfait is placed in front of him. The dessert looked more appetizing now that he can finally have his own. It would be a lie to say he was not thinking about finally tasting it while he was serving them to the children earlier. The glass is tall and wide, containing a generous amount of whipped cream over the red velvet cake and cream cheese icing. It’s also decorated with walnuts, strawberries, blueberries and a chocolate wafer on top. It really makes one excited to just dip their spoon onto the dessert.

“Ah, I can’t wait to try it! Thank you!” Chiaki replies a little too enthusiastically, earning a small laugh from her. The cafe has already closed for the day and it’s just the two of them left. Chiaki decided to sit by the children’s area and he invited her to sit across him.

“You sure are as excited as those children earlier.” She comments, placing her arms on the table as she watches him.

“Well, I really am excited to try them out ever since I saw it on the flyer.” He explains in reply. He was looking forward to visiting the cafe again with Ryuseitai too but unfortunately, their schedules didn’t match up so he ended up going alone.

A small chuckle escaped her lips. “Yeah, I can see you practically drooling over the other parfaits you were serving earlier.” And Chiaki’s eyes grew wide at her statement. Was he really that obvious?

“Just kidding~” She then says, giggling again at his reaction. Chiaki can feel his cheeks getting red in embarrassment but he tries to hide it with a loud laugh.

“You got me there.”

She watches expectantly as he finally takes a careful scoop of the parfait, making sure to get a part of all the elements so he can taste how well they would all combine. He places the spoonful on his mouth and as the wonderful flavours fill his taste buds, he notices the nameplate on her uniform, a defining gold plate with her name and the title “Manager” under it. She really does run the cafe, huh?

“Um… Is something the matter? Did it... not live up to your tastes?” She nervously asks. He was lost again in his thoughts so she must’ve interpreted his silence as dissatisfaction.

“Uh, no. It actually tastes amazing! I can see how well they all come together.” He quickly replies and she lets a breath she’s been holding. Ah, he made her worry again.

“It’s just that I didn’t realize you were the owner until a friend told me when we left last time.” He says sheepishly and she responds with a small “oh ” before laughing.

She leans slightly on the table. “Well, I didn’t realize you were an idol until our barista showed me one of your concerts. The children were all fawning over you earlier too! I’m surprised you were able to handle them.”

“Well, being in the job gives you more experience in learning how to calm them down.” Chiaki somehow feels a sense of pride as he speaks and he gives another of his confident laughs. She has a thoughtful look before nodding in understanding.

“I see. So I guess we’re even.” She grins and Chiaki takes another spoonful to his mouth before continuing.

“I hope I wasn’t rude to you in any way.”

“No, not at all! You were actually a big help today.”

As if remembering something important, she lets out a horrified gasp. “Oh god, I can’t believe I let an idol wait tables in my cafe! I’m gonna get in trouble with your managers, aren’t I?” Her hands are on her cheeks in panic as she spoke.

Chiaki quickly shakes his head at the question. “What? No! I already told you before but it’s totally fine! It’s not like we’re bound to just do whatever job our agency gives us.”

“Oh, well that’s a relief.” She breathes out, chuckling a bit at her own reaction. If Chiaki was being honest, though, seeing her get flustered again like this, he can’t help but find her a little cute. He grins at the thought.

She excuses herself as Chiaki is finishing his parfait and disappears into the staff room. She comes back out with the dolphin plush from earlier and begins inspecting it for any dirt or tears. She had a small sewing kit with her as well just in case. Chiaki starts to think back to what happened earlier with the boy and wonders if the old plush holds some kind of significance to her, with how adamant she was on not letting the boy touch it.

“This actually holds great sentimental value. And you can’t find it anywhere anymore because the shop I bought it from closed down.” To his surprise, she answered so easily when he asked her about it.

It was from a field trip when she was young, she narrated. Her class went to an aquarium and in one of the animal shows they had, she was chosen to come up and play with the sea lion. The creature, however, got a little too playful and pulled the young girl into the water by her dress and was dragging her to the bottom of the pool.

“I thought I was gonna die, you know. I didn’t know how to swim and I was panicking so hard I took in a lot of water.” She ghosted a hand to her throat, as if remembering the sensation she felt when she was drowning. Chiaki listens intently as she continues.

“But then there’s this boy who was also chosen to come up on stage with me. He jumped in after I was pulled underwater and was pulling me upwards by the arm. I don’t remember much of what happened then but the aquarium staff were the ones who eventually rescued the both of us. That was one heck of a near-death experience, huh?” She then chuckles, all the heavy feelings from earlier forgotten.

He wonders then what happened after the incident. Was she still haunted by the experience of almost dying? What happened to the boy who saved her? All these questions and more were lying unsaid in his mind but he was hesitant to ask.

She lifts the dolphin from her lap. “This dolphin’s from that aquarium’s souvenir shop. I may not have remembered the boy’s face, but that boy, probably the same age as me, bravely saved my life and this right here is my constant reminder of that fact.” She fondly runs a hand onto the plush’s soft fur, her eyes giving off a soft twinkle which for some reason makes her entire face glow like the early morning sun. Chiaki almost got lost in them, until she breaks the silence.

“That’s why I don’t want this out of my sight, nor on somebody else’s hands.” She says sheepishly, as if it was a silly reaction. But Chiaki didn’t think of it as silly at all, in fact–

“It’s a precious memory of your first hero, huh?” Chiaki smiles at her, not showing any sign of ridicule. How could he laugh at something like that? He was glad that someone was able to become a hero for her and it wouldn’t be silly to cherish a memento of that time.

Her eyes widened for a moment at his reaction, surprised he hasn’t laughed it off like the others did, but then softens into a small smile as she looks down again on the plush.

“...Yeah.”

She has told him a story of her childhood, and not just any story too. It was a memory that she kept and treasured for so long. It might not have been a story she tells to just anyone, either. It was like she was sharing a part of her to Chiaki, a complete stranger she just met a few days ago, and for that Chiaki felt honored.

“Thanks for sharing all this to me.”

–

The two stayed for about an hour more talking, the conversation mostly led by Chiaki with his numerous stories about his unit and his high school days. After hearing a story as personal as hers, he couldn’t help but also share something he holds dear to his heart too: all the friends he made in Yumenosaki and most especially, Ryuseitai. She was eager to listen to each one, sharing a few more stories of her own when a similar experience happened to her too.

Night falls too soon, though, and she really had to close shop for the day. It would be another war again tomorrow so she needed the time to rest and unwind. The two part ways after helping her lock up, with her inviting him to come visit again

Chiaki finally arrives home, happy to have made a new friend and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He passes by his storage room, door ajar from when he rummaged some old stuff the night before. It’s in need of a little re-organizing, with all the boxes left open and some with its contents spilling out. He’s finished reading through the script this afternoon anyway so he decides to clean it up.

As he begins to take out the boxes from their shelves, an old paper bag tumbles off from the top shelf. Curious to know what’s inside, Chiaki takes out its contents and to his surprise it’s a dolphin plush, covered in dust and its pink color starting to fade away. Chiaki was racking his brain on where on earth he got this from when he saw the tag on the plush. An aquarium theme park, from a school trip back back in kindergarten., he now recalls. But did he actually buy a pink dolphin before?

Another interesting thing that was inside the bag was a small white handkerchief. It was decorated with sunflowers at the corners and Chiaki can already tell this wasn’t his. It was only after he unfolds it that he notices a name embroidered at the bottom.

The same name as the cafe owner.

hey, heyyy~! this fic is also up on my ao3, @lightspeedrobin ~

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