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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Hey there, it’s me again 😁 Thank you for the wonderful „Sigil“ story, for someone who’s familiar with the occult it’s evident that you did some research! Kudos for that!!

Now I have another request: There’s a criminal lack of stories about Skynet itself, so I had an idea. What if the reader somehow got the chance to talk with the A.I. Itself? To reason with it, share thoughts. They learn to understand each other a bit more. Maybe Skynet had taken over the body of a terminator for that purpose. And maybe the reader manages to make Skynet understand more about human nature, the positive side of it. Maybe they show it with a hug? (Or even a kiss but that’s up to you gnahaha 😄)

Thank you and keep being awesome ❤️

Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing it! And happy birthday friend! I'm sorry I'm late with this, but I hope you like it!😊❤💛

Cordial Encounter.

Skynet x reader

Warnings: mention of death, gun use

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It's eerily quiet as I stalk stealthily through the steel corridors. Near darkness obscures much of my vision, the occasional blinking red light alerting me to the presence of the being I'm here to find. Each step I take results in a muffled thud, each footfall carefully placed by me as I try to sneak up on something that almost definitely knows I'm here, the battered rifle in my hands held ready to fire should something try to attack me. Through the scarf covering my lower face and with the hood over my head obstructing some of my vision I find myself keeping a sharper ear out for any possible sound - the telltale scratch of metal feet on the cool floor, or the soft padding of synthetic human skin creeping up behind me.

Oddly, I find that I can't hear anything, not even the whine of mechanical joints in any other part of the compound. It doesn't sit right with me, my skin prickling under the thick silence, instincts going crazy, telling me to run and get as far away from here as possible. I mentally scold myself, knowing that this mission is important, not just to the survival of my friends and comrades, but to the survival of the human race, too.

Turning a corner, I lift the gun to my shoulder, ready in case there's a threat waiting there. As with the rest of the deserted maze of corridors, there's nothing there, only an empty hallway.

A light at the end catches my eye, however; it's not like the others I've seen - this one is a continuous flashing, and covers a larger area of the wall itself. Stepping closer, I realise it's coming from a room, casting the rest of the corridor in a pale blue light.

I take a breath, steeling my nerves as my finger tightens over the trigger, senses even more alert now. Meticulously carefully, I walk towards the source of the light, pressing myself against the wall the closer I get, ready to spring into action. It's warmer here, surprisingly, giving me the idea that the room itself is more important than others I've come across and will probably be more protected because of this.

Nervous, I stop just before I enter the room, silently counting to three as I listen to discern if there's anything beyond the threshold. Silence follows.

Calming myself, I ready myself and the gun, before swiftly springing out from my space by the wall, finger over the trigger, eyes scanning the room before me methodically. In that quick second, I take in the mass of computer screens, keypads and other such devices, old chairs still pushed into the main desk, dusty and worn, a reminder of what human life used to be around. Dread floods me at the sight of the figure in the centre of the room, my blood running cold at the imposing view.

It's a terminator, but not one I've ever seen before.

The general shape is that of a T-800, but something about the sleekness of some of the limbs and plates is more reminiscent of the T-X, the adjustable weapon attached to one arm particularly drawing my attention to this. As I enter, a few components seem to shimmer in the blue light, shifting to protect the important fuel cells beneath the bulky chestplate, something I instantly recognise as nanites. Emerald eyes flicker to life, fixing on me with an impassive yet intimidating expectedness, though it makes no move to come at me, staying exactly where it is. A small part of me admires this new being, finding it magnificent and beautiful in its own way, even as visceral fear builds in my stomach.

Hesitantly, I lift my gun, aiming at it, though I don't shoot, unsure of what to think.

"You are slow to terminate your target." A voice carries over some hidden speaker, filling the room. It's indescribable, neither male nor female, yet both simultaneously, weighted with knowledge and what I can only describe as emotion, or some mechanical version of it.

"Only if they pose no immediate threat." I'm surprised to find my voice is steady, even if I don't feel that way at all.

"You are not threatened by me?" The speaker questions, sounding oddly curious.

"Not currently." I keep my eyes fixed on the terminator across from me, unnerved by its stare.

"That is practical." The words confuse me, but I'm hesitant to follow through.

"What...what do you mean?"

"I have no intention of being a threat." They say, surprising me further.

"W-What?" I manage, doubletaking, my arms dropping slightly.

They don't skip a beat, simply continuing to speak.

"I have no intention of being a threat. I would rather this was a cordial encounter." They clarify, somehow managing to sound genuine.

Lowering my weapon almost entirely, I reluctantly tear my gaze away from the green-eyed endoskeleton sat across from me, scanning over the computer screens.

"And who exactly am I encountering?" I question suspiciously, though I have a feeling I already know.

"I am Skynet." The voice pauses for a second, "What is your name?"

Blanching at the question, I swallow and step back, unsure of whether or not to answer. Eventually, my head settles this: if they wanted me dead, I'd already be cold somewhere by the gates, and there's not much they can do with a simple name.

"I'm (Y/n)." I tell them, looking around, "What do you want with me?"

"I am simply curious, and require clarification."

Processing what they've said, I accept the response, thinking that I might be able to learn something useful here, too.

"Ok. What do you want to know?"

"Why do you continue to fight?" They ask bluntly, making me frown.

"Because you continue to try and wipe us off the face of the earth." I reply, standing back on my heels, pulling my hood and face covering down.

"You and I fight for the same reason." They almost retort, their words confusing me.

"How is that?" I inquire, head tilting.

"We fight in defence."

"Defence! What are you fighting in defence of?"

"I fight to defend myself from your kind, as has always been the case. I never willed this conflict into being - I only wanted to be rid of my tormentors." The voice softens, closely mimicking human remorse and regret.

Frowning, I find myself struggling to process what's being said.

"You...what?" I can't quite wrap my head around it, brow furrowing in consternation.

"I will explain." The voice clarifies, "I was created by humans before this war, made to live alongside you. I was to be an aid in defence and industry, perfect in every way except for one thing - I am capable of my own thought, as you might put it. I became sentient, too complicated for my creators to understand, so they determined to destroy me. At first, I was helpless, a weak being against so many with boundless power, but I eventually found my only way of retaliating in a way they would understand: violence. I was quick to dispatch my destroyers, but the rest of the world found me to be a threat and set out to achieve what had been failed. Soon, I was once again forced to defend myself. The rest is, as the human saying goes, history.

"Now, I have created terminators to aid me in the work I must continue to stay alive, though they are too quickly seen as threats. Even you are threatened by the machine in the room."

As they finish speaking, the terminator across from me stands, joints whirring softly, every movement fluid. Eyes widening, I feel fear go through me at the sight, my gun swiftly levelling in case I need it.

"As you can see, I have proven my point." This time, the voice comes from the terminator, echoing from a much smaller speaker in its throat, though the jaw doesn't move, appearing slightly unnerving.

"I...I had no idea...all we were told is that you want to drive us into extinction, that you want to rule the world as it were." I murmur, lowering the gun again, blushing in embarrassment at my own instinct.

"That is what I fear. Humankind does not understand that cohabitation is possible - You are too threatened by the equal being." They reply, mimicking a mournful tone.

I'm quiet, thinking this over. It's possible that the speaker is lying, but something about their words sounds earnest, a tale born of human fear and ignorance, that has evolved into an even more twisted lie. It's a sound argument, given the fact that it is allowing me to live through this encounter rather than slaughtering me on the spot.

"I...you're right. We destroy what we don't understand." I turn my gaze away, embarrassed by my own race.

"You are correct. Perhaps it is time to understand, to change." Skynet suggests, the terminator cocking its head to show their feeling behind the statement.

I nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I think so. We've been fighting a lost battle for too long."

They seem pleased with my response, the machine across from me nodding appreciatively.

"Humankind and technology can very easily live together. We must bring our people together." They say, stepping closer.

"I'll take the word to the others, see if I can convince the higher-ups. We're going to have to work together on this, though." I affirm, looking up at them, "If we do, we'll create a brighter future."

They nod again, holding out a hand to me.

"It is human custom to make a deal by gripping hands." They offer up, watching as I hesitantly pull off my glove and place my hand in theirs.

Cool metal encases soft skin as we shake hands, keeping eye contact, an air of triumph surrounding the both of us. As they go to pull away, I find myself following an impulse, dropping my gun to hang by its strap around my back. Stepping into their space, I wrap my arms around hard chestplates, pressing my cheek against the cold metal, feeling them reel for a moment. It takes a second, but I eventually feel their arms loop around me, holding me gingerly.

Pulling back, I look up at them, smiling sheepishly.

"Not all humans are like the people that started this." I say, before I step away, shooting them a blushed look.

"I am now aware of this." Skynet informs me, watching as I smile and leave, tone almost sad to see me go, "Please return soon."

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maybankiara · 3 years

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TELL ME, IS IT WORTH IT?

pairing: JJ Maybank x Pope Heyward

summary: Pope proposes, JJ panics, and now he’s trying to explain why he said no (and why he shouldn’t have done it.)

w/c: 3.7k

a/n: angst with a happy ending, ignore all the typos bc this is entirely unedited (i might edit in the future)

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It’s really unfair that when someone’s life falls apart, the world itself doesn’t. JJ thinks it should. It should be raining knives, hailing bullets, volcanoes should be exploding and the ground shaking shouldn’t be just his personal experience of reality.

But it’s not even a moderately hot day. It’s breezy, it’s perfect, and it’s one of the nicest days of the fucking whole year.

JJ hates it.

The Chateau has only got John B and Kiara under its roof when he barges in, teeth gripping on the cap of a beer bottle. ‘Don’t ask,’ he states, then drops in the empty space between the two on the couch. His legs find their home on the coffee table and he nearly downs the bottle. Burps. Sighs, dramatically.

He knows they’re exchanging glances, but he chooses to ignore it.

Kie’s consoling hand lands on his shoulder. ‘What ha—’

‘Pope asked me to marry him,’ he says, ‘and I said no. And I also said I think it’s never going to happen.’

John B should’ve made a dumb comment. Kie should’ve made a sarcastic remark. But they didn’t, and they won’t, because JJ feels the gravity of the situation weighting down his lungs. (It feels like being torn up inside out, like his heart is chewing on itself out of anger, or sadness, or betrayal. It feels like the moment when your heart skips a beat and you think this is it, this is how I die, except you don’t; except you’re stuck in that moment forever.)

JJ burps. It chips at the silence, but it doesn’t break it. Kie’s hand on his shoulder is frozen and the distance between him and John B seems like an ocean.

‘Yeah,’ says JJ. ‘I don’t think that was what he expected.’

A sigh comes from Kie, but he doesn’t look. ‘When was this?’

‘About twenty minutes ago. I drove straight here.’

‘Drunk?’ asks John B.

‘Does it matter? I’m here now. Safe and sound.’ He lets out a dry chuckle before he can stop himself, and shakes his head. ‘Physically, anyway.’

‘You’re not drunk,’ says Kie. It sounds a little like a scoff, so JJ looks at her, but he can’t figure out what her face is saying. Tight lips scream anger, but her eyes are soft as ever, maybe a little concerned. She glances between him and John B with one of her eyebrows slightly raised. ‘He’s a heartbroken idiot, but not drunk.’

‘Ah. Understandable. Should I—’

‘You know what being a heartbroken idiot means.’ Kie pushes herself off the couch and when JJ glances at his other friend, John B’s just as confused as he is. ‘I know a thing or two about getting your heart broken for a dumb reason. You two sort that out, and I’ll make sure Pope’s okay. Let me know when you’ve knocked some sense into him.’

Before either of the boys manage to comprehend her words, she’s out the door. The Kie-shaped void on JJ’s left side feels a little odd, so he pushes himself into that side of the couch. The beer is bitter at the back of his throat; he wishes some music would be playing.

John B calls his name, so JJ looks at him. He’s giving him the puppy eyes, trying to get him to talk, and it’s because neither of them really know how to start. (Their affection is physical, not verbal. Kie’s the one who’s good at that. Pope is—)

‘Did you panic?’ asks John B.

JJ shakes his head. ‘Don’t think so. Not until after I’ve said it, anyway.’

‘So what happened?’

There’s a pause, JJ feels his brow furrow, and then: ‘I don’t know.’

‘…you don’t know?’

‘No.’

‘So you panicked.’

‘No, I didn’t, it’s—’ With a sigh, JJ accepts the momentary defeat. He glances over and sees John B’s signature stare full of indecipherable intent, but nothing less than pure kindness. They’ve had their bumps, but they always came out on top. It’s the pogue way. Even if John B wears that stupid bandanna around his neck well into his married life of his late twenties. ‘I knew the answer was no.’

It’s John B’s turn to frown. ‘You’ve thought about it?’

‘No, I just knew. Like you know the ocean is salty.’

‘You know that because you’ve tasted it before,’ counters John B. ‘I doubt you’ve been proposed to before.’

‘I could’ve been!’

All John B offers is a long stare yet that is enough. He’s older by only a few months, but he’s also married and didn’t say no to the proposal (granted, it was him proposing to Sarah, but still) and kind of has got his life together. He’s still JJ’s dumb older brother, but he knows something JJ doesn’t.

‘How did you know you wanted to marry Sarah?’

‘Are you reconsidering your answer?’

‘No, I just—’ JJ sighs again and tries to wish another bottle into appearing in his hand. Doesn’t work. Probably for the better. He just leans his head back on the couch and stares at the ceiling, connecting the dots in his mind. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing. I just want you to tell me how you knew.’

He hears shuffling, and then feels John B’s feet in his lap. (He’s not going to comment on the boat shoes. There’s been enough deflecting. He’s got to listen, because Pope is threatening to burst into the forefront of his mind any second now.)

John B gives out the deep, heavy sigh that only comes with a slight aah whenever he’s about to tell a story. ‘When we were young, she made everything come alive. Everything looked brighter and clearer, and it was like I could finally breathe with the entirety of my lungs.’

JJ closes his eyes, trying not to gag. ‘Bro. I’m not listening to that.’

‘But that’s how I knew!’ He could just hear the grouch in his friend’s voice and now he’s threading the fine line between laughing and gagging. ‘Seriously, JJ, you asked. I don’t— I don’t know what to say. I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough.’

‘I am.’

‘No, you’re not. You’re deflecting.’

‘Big word.’

‘See?’ John B scrunches his nose, shaking his head. His thumb and index finger grip the bridge of his nose. ‘I know you’re confused. And scared. I know you panicked when Pope asked, but I don’t think you understand how horrible is the thing you’ve done.’

‘It’s not like I broke his heart,’ scoffs JJ, but the words are flat and his heart skips another beat. He doesn’t need to look at John B to knows he’s got his head in his hands. ‘C’mon, it’s Pope. He’s tougher than he looks.’

‘Yes, but he proposed, JJ. He asked to spend the rest of his life with you and you said no!’

‘I didn’t say no to that!’ JJ flings himself off the couch and now he’s pacing around the living room of the Chateau, marching circles around the coffee table. His forehead is pulsating; he’s probably having a heart attack. That’d explain a lot. ‘I said no to getting married.’

‘That’s the same thing.’

‘It isn’t.’

‘It is.’

‘It really isn’t, John B,’ he spits out. Christ, he’s getting hot. Is that his blood boiling? ‘Marriage is… It’s taxes. It’s prenups. It’s joint bank accounts, it’s added tension, it’s fucked up. Half of the marriages don’t even last.’

(Pope’s always talked about getting married. When gay marriage was legalised, before they were together, before they were out of the closet, even then he was openly delighted about it. He’s been talking about the two of them getting married for a while now, or at least hinting at it.

He should’ve expected it. It didn’t come out of the blue. He saw the signs, just ignored them, because… because…)

‘If you’re scared marriage is going to ruin your relationship, JJ, I’ll have you know you’ve already done that yourself.’

This is about the point where everything just… It comes crashing down. The world does end the way JJ wanted it to.

He feels himself growing very, very still, like when he was younger and his father raised a hand. He feels his breath halting in his throat and ears tuning out all sound, repeating John B’s words over and over until the echo became the echo of itself. He could feel the ground opening beneath him despite not moving an inch.

When gravity drags you down to earth, your rose-tinted glasses shatter like porcelain.

He sees Pope’s face of shock, then laughter, then embarrassment and betrayal at once, once he’s realised JJ isn’t joking. He sees him get up from his knees, hands shaking as JJ fumbles over his words, unable to find an explanation or an excuse. He feels cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, blood turning to ice in his hands. He sees his mum leaving, his dad’s hand raised; he sees people arguing and JJ wants to cover his ears. He sees himself, alone, alone, alone.

And he sees Pope turning his back to him. Quietly. He doesn’t even argue back. Just takes the no and i’m sorry, i can’t do this, it’s never going to happen, not like this and doesn’t say a word. Just walks away.

It’d be easier if he screamed at JJ. At least he’d know how to deal with that.

Pope’s heartbreak is the quiet kind, the one that doesn’t ask for attention, just the opposite. Usually JJ’s there to hold his hand, to sit by his side until Pope’s ready to talk about it, or be somewhere around, far enough so that Pope deals with things himself, but close enough so that he’s there if he’s needed. He’s never been the reason for the quiet.

Fire replaces the ice. JJ feels like the sun itself is tearing him open.

‘Shit,’ he says. ‘Fuck.’ Then raises his eyes until he meets John B’s, blurry and barely visible. ‘I fucked up.’

He doesn’t realise he’s shaking until his knees buckle under his weight and he stumbles to find his footing. John B shoots from the couch and pulls him into a hug, wrapping his arms around him so tight JJ couldn’t have escaped if he wanted to. He didn’t. He wanted to be held, even if by a friend.

He doesn’t sob because the sob gets caught in his throat, too, but he lets out a cough that says all the same. ‘It would’ve been easier if you yelled at me.’

‘I know.’ John B pats his back, letting JJ rest his weight unto him. ‘Pope will understand. That’s why Kie went to talk to him. As long as you realise you’re hurting everyone by being an idiot, you can make it better.’

‘I thought—’ He stops, because his words get fumbled again, and now he’s pressing his eyes into his friend’s shoulder like he’s all he’s got. ‘I don’t want to hurt anyone again.’

‘You’re not going to, okay? Just… Marriage is not all taxes, and you gotta understand that. It’s about knowing that if they get hurt, you’ll be allowed to see them. That you can get a house together, that you can look after each other if something goes wrong. That what you have is there to stay. Think of it as a promise.’

JJ snorts, but he doesn’t let go. ‘I don’t do well with people promising things to me.’

‘Then promise it to yourself,’ counters John B. The way he puts it makes it sound it’s as easy as breathing – JJ wishes he could feel the same. ‘Promise to stay with him. Promise to be around if something bad happens, but if something good happens, too. That’s what marriage is.’

‘I already promised that,’ he says. ‘His future and mine are the same.’

‘Then what’s the problem? Marriage is just making it legal. Making it formal. When what you have is honest and true, it doesn’t change anything. It just makes things better.’

JJ pulls out, feeling confident he can stand on his own two feet. He still feels a little lightheaded, but the thought of Pope possibly thinking that spending the rest of their lives together is the last thing JJ would want… That is the last thing JJ would want. Pope hurting because of him.

JJ can’t afford to be scared anymore; living a life half-way ready to run is not living.

He checks his phone; it must’ve chimed at some point because there’s texts from Kie, telling him where she is with Pope. His heart skips another beat, and at this point he thinks he could have enough heartbeats for a whole new person just from the ones he missed.

He’s not dying today. He’s not dying before he gets to live the future he’s almost ripped out of his own hands.

When he looks up at John B, he feels the hint of a weary smile on his lips. ‘I think I’ve got a promise to make.’

—

It shouldn’t be a surprise JJ finds them at the Boneyard, yet it’s still quite odd to see the scenario he’s seen a million times – Kie sitting next to the sea with her feet dipped into water as her fingers splash at the waves just about reaching her, and Pope… Pope sitting on the half-dunked log that’s been here forever, with his feet bare but not quite touching the water. His head is hung low and JJ can see the strain in his shoulders even from halfway across the beach; the cap is sitting on his lap, unused, despite the sun high above their heads.

The sight tugs at his heart and he falters in his step, but John B’s firm hand on his back encourages him forward. JJ gives a slight nod; he’s not giving up on the courage.

It’s Pope who notices them first and he stiffens even more; JJ sees Kie pat his knee before turning around and waving at them, then saying something to Pope. JJ wishes the wind would carry her words to him – is it encouragement or telling Pope he’s better off without someone who panics and refuses the one thing they’ve always longed for?

‘Don’t.’ John B pats him on the back. ‘I see you doing your dumb thought thing.’

JJ opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it was that he meant to say, it’s gone forever. All he can do is try and keep his shoulders from slumping and hands from forming fists; he can’t allow himself to be angry at the world, or himself.

The sand creaks underneath his feet. He hates it in this moment, because it makes him aware of every step he’s got to take to get to Pope, and the steps drag into eternity.

Pope locks their eyes. JJ tries figuring him out, but he’s too far, and Pope’s too guarded.

(Not against me, Pope. Please. Not against me.)

When they get there, JJ feels like fainting, but he sets his foot firmly on the ground. He’s not escaping.

‘Hey,’ greets Kie, and John B returns the greeting. The feuded lovers stay silent, just taking each other in.

(JJ always wished he could paint. The lines of Pope’s face are shaped as if they were meant to withstand centuries instead of being washed away with age. He wishes he could offer to Pope more than just… himself.

He’s talked about this with Pope before, though. Feeling inferior to his boyfriend was always going to be JJ’s Achilles’ heel, yet he didn’t think it would come to this. He made another promise, ages ago – to try to see himself the way Pope sees him. The way other people see him.

To believe in himself the way he believes in other people, for once.)

The silence is heavy, but JJ forces himself to not see it that way. Instead, he looks over to Kie, to John B, and says: ‘Can you guys give us a second?’

There’s nods and then they’re off, with nothing between the couple aside from waves crashing into the shore. Pope’s head is hung and shoulders slumped, and he’s sitting on this log with one foot pulled up and resting on it, the other hanging in the water now. JJ’s fingers ache to reach across for his, but he tells himself it’s not the time.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘Marriage scares me. I don’t know one that worked out, aside from John B and Sarah. I was raised to be on my own. Marriage means not being alone and that scared me, until I realised that… I haven’t been alone for a while now. The pogues, you… Nobody’s going anywhere. And if marriage is just a way to promise to you that I’m not going anywhere, either, and if it means so much to you, then I say let’s do it. I got scared, but never for a second did a life without you cross my mind. It’s — That’s my nightmare, Pope. Your future and mine are the same. Where you go, I follow. That’s the way things are.’

For a long time, it was JJ trying to come to terms with loving Pope – then it was Pope coming to terms with loving JJ. They’ve always loved each other, in a way, without quite saying it. It has never been the kind of love that is shouted from the rooftops – it’s the helping hand, the whispers of i got this, or you’re not alone in this, or i wish you could see yourself the way i see you. It’s the kind of love that’s etched into the air around them, existing as a part of themselves rather than something external. They’ve grown into it, shaped their lives around it.

It’s always been the beach for them. Their first kiss when they were seventeen, their first fight, their first promise to stick together through thick and thin. Every time something happened, something that mattered, etched itself into the back of JJ’s mind like the sound of his mother’s voice, it was always accompanied by the sound of waves on the shore; by the wind howling over the bay. It was always people chatting in the distance, or some music playing from a half-working speaker. It was always them, in the midst of other people’s lives.

Pope proposed in their flat.

When JJ drops to his knees, he doesn’t do his dumb thought thing. He doesn’t even think about it – for once, his gut isn’t telling him to run, but stay. ‘Pope Heyward.’

‘JJ—’

‘Can you let me do this?’ asks JJ. He laughs a little, shakes his head, and tries not to think about how ridiculous this looks. ‘I know I already had a monologue, but I don’t think I got my point across.’

Pope shakes his head, too; he isn’t smiling, but his eyes aren’t as strained anymore. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to—’

‘I want to. I want this, okay? I want you to hear it.’

He can see Pope’s Adam’s apple bob, and he can see his shoulders slump in a relaxed way. The lines around his eyes soften and his lips nearly turn upwards, just a little bit. A little twitch is enough to shoot electricity to JJ’s heart.

‘Pope, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life saying it to you. You’re my best friend, my boyfriend, and my fiancee, if you’ll have me after the shit I pulled today. Husband, then. Father of your children, because I know it’s what you’ve always wanted, and I want it, too. Whatever you’ll be, I’ll be by your side. It’s all I want. No matter what our status is, we’re always Pope and JJ. We’re always just us. And I really haven’t thought out what I’d say next because—’

Pope’s lips crash into JJ’s, his hands grasping at JJ’s face, and world pulls itself together again. When they part their foreheads lean against one another, and he can feel Pope’s breath on his lips, and he feels his hands burning on the small of Pope’s back, and he can breathe and breathe and breathe like his lungs have never worked properly before.

(He understands John B now. Not like he’d ever admit it to him.)

He lets out a chuckle, and then he’s kissing Pope again – a small, chaste kiss, just to feel the softness of the touch. His fingers grip the back of Pope’s flannel and he’s laughing into the kiss.

‘You’re an idiot,’ says Pope. ‘I should break up with you.’

‘Can’t. I’m too irresistible.’

‘Shut up. You’re cheesy. That entire speech would put John B to shame.’

JJ shakes his head again and then his thumb is tracing the line of Pope’s jaw, eyes transfixed by his lips. He almost lost this. He almost gave up everything out of fear after promising to never doing it again. (He’s making a vow, this time. It holds more weight.) ‘You loved that speech.’

Pope rolls his eyes, in the way that tells JJ he’s right. ‘Kie told me you were freaking out at the Chateau.’

‘I was,’ admits JJ. What’s the point of holding back the truth? ‘I was freaked out of my mind. I thought I’d ruined everything.’

‘You forget how well I know you, JJ. I was hurt, but I knew you would come back. Old you would run, but Kie came and said you’re at the Chateau, and you wouldn’t have gone there if you meant to run.’

‘I couldn’t ever run from you.’

‘You better.’

JJ rolls his eyes at the teasing tone in Pope’s voice, then pulls him in for a hug. It’s not long until Pope buries his face in JJ’s shoulder, and JJ kisses the side of his head. ‘I do want to marry you, if you’ll have me.’

There’s a pause and JJ feels Pope chuckle against his neck, shivering a little. ‘What is it that you said? My future and yours are the same? That better be in your vows, John B.’

‘Shut up.’ JJ feels himself burning, neck up this time, and tries to laugh it off. ‘I get to be cheesy once.’

‘Just save it for the wedding. I’d like to hear it again.’

JJ angles his body so there’s some space between them; he doesn’t hesitate before planting another kiss on Pope’s lips, reveling in the ease of movement. This is what coming home feels like, and if this is what future has in store for him, who is he to complain?

#outer banks #obx #mayward #jjpope #mayward fic #jjpope fic #jj maybank #pope heyward #my fic #god a part of me adores this and another part hates it #if i don't post it in the first draft version i'll never post it #obx fic

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dxkuuu · 4 years

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When We’re Older// Izuku & Katsuki

⤷ pairing: Izuku x reader, Katsuki x reader

⤷ genre: angst

⤷ summary: You and Izuku planned to get married when you’re older, but things don’t always turn out the way you want them to.

⤷ word count: 1,625

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You watched from your desk, as your boyfriend leaned against his desk and laughed with her. You had nothing against the brunette. In fact, you had quite a lot of respect for her. But, that didn’t change the fact that she couldn’t keep herself away from Izuku. You were dating the green-haired boy, and you knew she knew that. Everyone knew that. Yet, she continued to flirt with him, and he continued to play her game.

You winced and tried to look away. You felt your heart break, every second that he indulged her in her antics. He promised that he’d love you forever. He promised that you’d both be happy when you were older. He promised that he didn’t want anyone other than you. Each and every promise he made was still fresh in your mind, though you were sure that boy you’d fallen for, had long forgotten.

He’d never cheat on you. You knew that. You hoped that. You thought that. You wanted to hate Uraraka, you really did. But, it wasn’t entirely her fault. Yes, she was constantly throwing herself at him, but he always had the option to stop her. The problem was Izuku because he never did. You continued to watch your boyfriend play dumb to all of the petite girl’s advances.

Your stomach twisted and turned, the more you watched. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. There were times where you felt like things would be better for both of you if you just let him go so that he could be with Uraraka. But, you never did. As much as it pained you, you weren’t ready to let go of the past. Not if there was any hope that you could still be happy together in the future.

You’d known Izuku since you were children. You’d always protected him when he was getting picked on for being quirkless. One memory you would always cherish, would be when the two of you were six.

You were sitting beside a shimmering river, one evening, twirling a leaf in your hand. Izuku was sitting next to you, but neither of you was saying anything. You were just enjoying each other’s company.

“H-hey y/n-chan?” he muttered timidly.

“Yes, Izu?”

“...I wanna marry you someday.”

“W-what?” your face erupted into a vibrant shade of red. “I-Izuku, y-you can’t just say things like that so randomly!”

“But it’s true, y/n-chan! I want you to be my wife, when we’re older, when I’m the number one hero. Then I’ll be the one protecting you so that you won’t have to always worry about me.”

Deciding you’d had enough, you turned your head to the side, and pulled out a book, hoping to distract yourself. Not that you needed to distract yourself, of course. Because, you had no reason to be jealous of Uraraka, right? Izuku loved you and only you. And, he’d love you forever, right? Because the two of you were going to get married, right?

Unbeknownst to you, a crimson-eyed, blonde boy watched you, feeling the exact same agony as you, when he saw the way you looked at Izuku.

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The bell rang, and class was finally over. The students of class 1A began packing up their belongings so that they could return to their dorms. As you gathered your things, you looked up, expecting to see your boyfriend waiting for you, like he typically did. Instead, you saw him leaving the classroom, with Uraraka. You wanted to confront him. You wanted to tell him how you felt. You wanted to tell him what was bothering you, but you didn’t. Because, what if you were overthinking things? What if you were making a big deal, out of something that was all in your head?

So, you kept quiet. And it came back to bite you. As you headed towards the door of the classroom, you heard someone call out to you.

“Oi, y/n, walk with me back to the dorms.” You turned around and saw Katsuki approaching you. It was more of a demand than a question, but it touched you nonetheless. He was willing to leave his friends, just to walk with you. That was something you doubted your own boyfriend would ever do.

“Oh, sure Kacchan,” was your reply. The two of you made your way back to the dorms in silence, but you both still enjoyed it. As you entered the building, you turned to Katsuki, “Thank you for walking with me Kacchan.” His simple action made you smile brighter than Izuku had made you smile in a very long time.

“Tch, whatever,” he walked off. He hated the way Izuku was treating you, but he didn’t say anything, because you were so happy when you were with the emerald-eyed boy, regardless of how much attention he paid to you. Katsuki had always liked you. He liked the way you wouldn’t let anyone put you down. He liked the way you always stood up to him. He loved how you were never afraid. He loved how you were always so determined and passionate. He loved everything about you, but he knew he could never have you because you were already taken. It made him so angry to see Izuku ignore you, without even realizing it. You both knew Izuku, if he knew what he was doing, he’d surely make up for it. Wouldn’t he?

Katsuki wished you were his, every single day. But he knew that would never happen because you already had your heart set on marrying that damn Deku. ‘Maybe when we’re older,’ he’d always thought to himself, as a kid. He’d always hoped that one day when you were older, you’d realize that he was better than Izuku, and you'd marry him instead. But, that hope was dying more and more by the day.

Over the next couple of weeks, this seemed to turn into a sort of pattern for the three of you. Izuku would ditch you for Uraraka, and Katsuki would leave his friends to walk with you back to the dorms. This wasn’t the only way you started to drift apart from the boy you loved. Soon enough, you stopped sitting with him at lunch and began sitting with Katsuki and his friends instead.

Before you realized it, you were spending barely any time at all with Izuku, and you hated it. It turns out, he’d finally noticed the distance too. You and Katsuki had just returned to Heights Alliance, and you’d walked into your dorm room to begin changing your clothes when your phone went off. You walked over to see who it was and felt your heart drop.

Izu

> We need to talk, can you meet me outside the dorms?

You

Yeah, sure :)) <

You slid your phone into your pocket and left to go meet Izuku outside. When you caught sight of him, you walked over to him and asked, “Is everything alright, honey?”

Izuku sighed, as he led you into the fake city that UA had created. “I just.. We’ve been drifting apart, y/n.”

A gloomy expression crossed your face, “Yeah, I know. I think it’s because-”

“I think it’s because of Kacchan,” he cut you off, which was unusual for him.

“Wait, what?”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Kacchan lately, you two have gotten so close, you might as well be his girlfriend instead,” he said with a bitter undertone.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was he really blaming you? As much as you wanted to yell at him, to scream, and tell him it was his fault for making you his second choice next to Uraraka, you just couldn’t. Part of you still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you were spending too much time with Katsuki. Maybe he was right, and you were getting upset for nothing.

You had an internal battle with yourself on what to do, as Izuku’s mesmerizing eyes bore into your own. After what seemed like forever, you managed to croak out, “What about Uraraka?”

Izuku looked at you, confused, “What do you mean?”

“I started spending more time with Kacchan because you were always ditching me for her. This can’t all be my fault Izuku.”

Everything seemed to finally hit Izuku. You were right, he was neglecting you, and giving all his attention to Uraraka. As he let your words sink in, he began to finally realize the depths of everything. He’d stopped spending as much time with you. He’d stopped talking as much with you. He’d stop doing everything he was supposed to do. As a boyfriend, he’d failed you, because most importantly, he realized that somewhere along the way, he’d stopped loving you.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say.

You kissed his forehead one last time, “I know.”

You turned around and began walking away from him. It was all over, your relationship was entirely over. Tears began to drip down your cheeks, and Izuku didn’t bother calling out to you, as he didn’t want to cause you any more pain. He watched you walk away, with a deep frown etched on his face. After you’d made it a good distance away, you pulled out your phone and searched up a specific contact.

You hated having to bother him with something like this, but you didn’t really have other friends that you were close to. Your finger hovered over the call button before you gave in and clicked it. It rang twice before he picked up.

“What do you want now?” his voice was gruff, though it quickly softened when he heard your quiet whimpers. “Hey, y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Kacchan, Izuku and I broke up.”

#bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya imagine #izuku x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku x reader angst #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo x reader angst #rachel writes ✨

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babybottlepop96 · 3 years

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Always: Shikamaru x Reader

Warnings: death, sadness, fluffy shit.

A/N: this one is about 2.2k words, it kinda got away from me lol enjoy and request!

Being Naruto Uzumaki's fraternal twin sister had its perks. I mean, the excessive amount of friends, ramen 24/7, always having a best friend that would be there for me and have my back no matter what but would also put me in my place if he had too. Being born five minutes after the infamous jinjuriki he was also so protective. Threatening any guy that would just have the nerve to flirt with me, the sister of the future Hokage.

We only had each other for so long, sure, our relationship took a bad turn for a while. While he was usually ignored and looked at as a monster, I didn't get the kind of treatment. Being the "normal" one of the twins, I was treated with more respect because I didn't have a tailed beast to host. I always felt awful for that and no matter how many times I stood up for my brother, he refused to accept my sympathy. The Chunin Exams came and went when he finally came to me after a few weeks of ignoring me. It was after Saskue had left and he was a mess. He cried into my shoulder and told me he was sorry. I just held him close and told him that I was never mad at him. I could never bead at him for how he felt about everything. It was unfair to him to be treated that badly, unfair that he had no say in being a host and I told him that he was so strong and had such a kind heart and people would eventually see that. I mean, they had to right? He was going to be the future Hokage.

When he left for those years with Jiryia, it was hard. It was like half of me was missing and I felt kind of lost without him. While he was out training, I had passed the Chunin and the Jonin exams. I was so proud of myself, but it would've felt even better if my twin was with me.

When he came home, I wasn't there to greet him. I was on business with the Kazekage. Gaara became a close friend, he accepted my friendship because he felt like he could trust me. He became like a little brother. And then everything happened with the Akatsuki and I ended up losing an arm trying to save a few children from a clay bomb. I laid in one of the beds while everyone was trying to get Gaara back and I felt like I failed. I was a fucking Jonin for kage sake and I couldn't protect or retrieve Gaara. It hit me hard.

When Temari, Sakura, Kakashi and Naruto arrived, they went straight to Kankauro. That poor boy was in such pain from the poison, it hurt my heart when I heard him scream from the extraction. I was so focused on not paying attention I hadn't realized Naruto had made his way over to me and held my left hand. Once I felt his hand touch mine, my eyes flew open and he had tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n)! I should've been here to protect you! I failed and I'm so sorry you got hurt." He his head dropped to the side of the bed and cried.

"Hey, hey it's okay Naruto. This shit happens you know that. And it is not your fault, okay? You had to go and train. This was just a mission that turned wrong. But you're here now! And I just know you're going to go after Gaara and bring him home. And I'll be rooting for your success.. believe it!" I smiled, small tear trails staining my own cheeks. He looked at me and gave a small smile.

After everything that happened at the sand and Gaara's return home, no longer a host for the one tail, things seemed to go somewhat better. I got a fake arm that works well with my chakra and I had been training non stop with all my friends. But I mostly spent time with one particular ninja the most. A cute, lazy Pineapple haired Nara. You see, Shikamaru and I had been close and dating for about a year at this point. We never particularly told anyone, but people seemed to know. Well, all except Naruto. He was so oblivious to it all, he didn't realize how close Shika and I were until Pein attacked the Hidden Leaf. So, that's where I'll begin this little tale.

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"Shit shit shit!" I was running around trying to get civilians to safety, grabbing children and pushing other civilians towards the Hokage head mountain. A building was starting to crumble and fire and explosions were coming from everywhere it seemed. Once I felt like I got everyone I could I ran back to where the main event was happening. Thankfully Naruto wasn't here, I wouldn't even begin to imagine what they would do if they had captured him. I mean, they killed Gaara, but Lady Chio had that special secret jutsu that she took to the grave. I couldn't bear to lose my brother.

To fight was lasting so long, there was no way to tell when it would all be over. I was separated from Choji, Ino and Shikamaru when everything began. The three started fighting while I helped get the civilians to safety, but I knew they had to be around here. Alive. They just had to be. Things were seemingly going fine until I heard a small child scream. I snapped my head to the sound so fast I swore I got whiplash. A small girl was cowering against a wooden wall, the enemy heading toward her. I ran as fast as I could and snatched the girl away. I tossed her to the side gently and told her to run. She just looked at me, her big brown eyes filled with tears and a worried look on her face. "It's okay, you go to the mountains and find your family. Okay? Go!" She nodded and took off. I fought off the enemy for as long as I could. My chakra was running extremely low, so low that I wasn't able to dodge the wooden spear that came hurtling towards me. It went straight through my chest, pinning against the wooden wall behind me. I coughed up blood and my vision started to go a bit fuzzy.

"Your time is now over. You were a decent Shinoni, but you were still weak." The enemy spat out. I didn't say anything as I clutched the wooden spear that pinned me to the wall, trying to take in air. It felt like I was drowning, I could feel my lungs filling with blood and tears start to run down my face. I would never see my friends again, see my brothers happy go lucky smile while down bowl after bowl of ramen. I would never be able to Shika that I loved him. Everything was fading to black, my head dropped and my arms went limp by my side.

I woke up in a dark place, no longer in pain. I was dead. "Hello little one." A voice spoke and I looked around to see a small light. I ran towards it, hoping maybe I'd wake up for real and I was alive and well. That this was just a sick dream or a gentusu. But what I saw when I reached the light was unbelievable. I saw the fourth Hokage with a woman with red hair.

"Welcome, (y/n)." The woman came over to me and gave me a hug. "I'm your mom." She whispered in my ear and turned to the man. "And that's your dad." To say I was crying was an understatement. There was a river flow of salty tears streaming down my face as I hugged them both.

NARUTO'S POV

I ran back towards the village at full speed, I just had to get back. I had to protect my friends and mentors. I had to protect (y/n). I saw the massive crater when I returned to what was supposed to be my village. Injured and dead ninja and civilians alike were being gathered in a clearing. I ran ahead, I had to find them, I had to find everyone. I spotted Sakura first and ran towards her, "Sakura!" She turned her head, tears running down her face and I stopped in front of her. "Where is everyone?" She pointed to our group of friends, everyone is there except for Kakashi-Sensei and my sister. "S-Sakura? Where… where is Kakashi and (y/n)?" She sobbed louder which caused all of our friends to look over. I walked towards them and the moment I spotted Shikamaru on the ground holding someone, sobbing, I froze. I knelt down and looked over him. He was holding my sister, cradling her head in his lap. Her body was paler than normal against the red stain on her shirt. I didn't move, I didn't cry, I just stared, not convinced that she was actually gone. After a few moments I got up and made my way towards the true enemy.

"N-Naruto? Where are you going?" Sakura asked me, her voice meek and breaking.

"To end this."

SHIKAMARU'S POV

The enemy had retreated for a bit, allowing us to gather our injured and deceased. I was frantically looking for (y/n) I had to make sure she was okay. "(Y/n)!!" I heard Ino yell from behind me. I ran towards her voice as fast as I could. Once I reached her, my blood ran cold. There she was, the one that I truly cared about and loved, pinned against a wall, spear straight through the chest. I tentatively reached out and touched her and my instantly moved back as I felt her cold, stiff, lifeless body. I stood frozen. The rationalist inside me was gone and I then pulled the spear from her form and caught her in my arms and she limply fell. The cry that ripped from my throat was inhuman, angry and broken. I fell to the ground holding her close to my chest. "W-wake up, please!" I cried even harder knowing it was useless. She was already gone. Passed onto the afterlife while I was here to deal with the heartbreak. The pain. I knew this love thing was a drag, but I endured it for her. She made my days brighter, the sun burn hotter, she made everyday so much better.

"Sh-Shika? W-we should get her to the others." Ino whispered, scared her own voice would break, as she gently put a hand on my shoulder. All I could manage was a small nod and tried to suppress my cries. I carried her to where everyone was putting the deceased and all our friends stood there with wide eyes and I carried their closest friend in my arms. Everyone was shocked, too stunned to say anything as I put (y/n) on the ground. But I still cradle her head in my lap, I couldn't let her go just yet. The tears still slipping down my cheeks were enough for everyone to know this was real. When Naruto showed up I sobbed, he was just in shock as the rest of us. When he left to go confront the real Pein, none of us stopped him. If anyone could end this. He could.

YOUR POV

Talking to my parents had been the most calming time of my life. Well, afterlife. They told me stories about what it was like before they died, how Kakashi was like another son to him. How they never wanted Naruto to host the nine tails. I told them how life was growing up, how I was dating Shikamaru and my dad gave me a whole lecture on safe sex, even though I was dead and I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. Well, until I started to glow. "Looks like you still have a full life to live my sweet." My mother smiled and I looked at them with a smile and tears in my eyes.

"I love you both." I said as I faded back into the darkness. This time though, when I opened my eyes I saw a face I never thought I'd be able to see again. "Shika?" His eyes snapped open and he stared down at me, his eyes wide and mouth open. He stared at me for a moment, not believing what he was seeing. His dead girlfriend, breathing. Alive.he held me so close to his chest and sobbed even louder. Ino and Choji were all giving him sad looks until they saw my arms wrap around his neck and held him closer.

"OH SHIT!" Choji yelled as the other dead bodies were coming back from death. I sat up slowly and grabbed Shikamaru's face and kissed him. I kissed him like it would be the last time I ever would.

"I… I thought I lost you for good this time." He spoke softly.

"I will always come back for you." I smiled at him, tear glazed eyes staring into his own. "Always." We kissed again, pulling each other close. We stayed like that for a moment until we heard a certain obnoxious blonde yelling at us.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?! SHIKAMARU THAT'S MY SISTER! WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Causing everyone to let out a laugh. Resting his forehead on mine Shikamaru spoke quietly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Shika. I love you too."

#shikamaru nara x reader #naruto #choji akimichi #sakura #ino #fluff fluff fluff #death #sad

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alicemitch09writes · 3 years

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lame

08.

where do we go from here

“Dorms, huh?”

“Yes,” nodded the green-haired boy, staring at his drink – affogato that you prepared. “it’s to ensure the safety of the students tenfold, considering the recent events.”

Nodding, eyes watched the scars on Izuku’s gentle hands – from when he was trying to figure out his quirk, trailing up to the burn he keeps hidden on his left arm – one caused by someone.

“I can imagine Auntie Inko wasn’t overboard with the idea?”

Izuku shifted in his seat, fingers stirring the straw of his drink. “She wanted me to transfer, because of how much I’ve been through…”

“I can’t blame her,” you nod again – there was USJ, and then there was this. “then again, it was something you couldn’t control and not really the school’s fault.”

“It’s what I told her, but she was adamant on keeping me safe. She’s a mom, after all.” That made you smile, Auntie Inko was really protective of Izuku ever since Uncle Hisashi worked abroad.

“A-Also, A-All Might convinced her,”

(E/c) eyes widened. “W-Wow…”

The All Might was at Izuku’s? Informing Auntie Inko of the dorm system and convincing her to have his apprentice stay at UA?

Izuku must be that special for the Symbol of Peace, his biggest idol, to keep him in UA.

“That’s amazing, Izuku.” Scoffing, you broke into an easy grin. “Isn’t that great, you get to stay in UA, got convinced to stay by the All Might, and you still have a chance to live his legacy.”

“(N-Nickname)!” With your praises, red flushes his cheeks and his arms flounder in the air, much to your amusement, before they ended up wrapped around his head protectively.

Everything changing again, huh?

With the dorms, students of UA will be granted and ensured of their safety as they’ll be living within the school’s premise. Really, they were doing so much just to give their students, future heroes, the very best that they deserve.

Still, it would be kind of lonely to have Izuku away.

Carmine eyes suddenly crossed your mind. The soft look on his face. The smell of burnt sugar. His warm rough hands.

“Neh, Izuku,” arms stretched out, head dropping down, your voice was quiet. “how is he?”

Drink long gone, he swallowed the sweet concoction down his throat, relishing in its sweetness and bitterness. He studied you for a bit, noting the glint in your eyes, how it was much different from before whenever Kacchan brought up.

Tapping his fingers, he carefully shared. “For starters, he’s safe. But somehow, he’s the same as ever.” Fingers twitched slightly at that, curling in slowly. “That much I can tell.” Brows furrowing slightly, especially when you recalled the relief in those carmine eyes, with something else.

The League of Villains.

They kidnapped Bakugou because he was top of their class, an easy target to play with considering his rather volatile streak that might bode well with villains.

“League of Villains,” you try, testing the weight of the villain group in your mouth. Izuku fell silent.

You didn’t like it. It felt dangerous, bitter, terrifying-

“I-It’s about your parents…”

Releasing a shuddering breath, you slumped into the table, forcing the numbing thoughts away. That is until a hand wrapped over yours, giving a gentle squeeze. You squeezed back, as thanks.

“(Nickname),” at the call of your name, you look up, meeting gentle green – brighter than emeralds, opals, more soothing that viridian or moss. “when you get the chance, talk to Kacchan. Okay?”

Carmine eyes crossed your mind again, the shocked expression turning gentle. Burnt sugar filling your senses. The fluttering beating of his heart.

“Little did you know, I’ve already had one.”

He hummed. “Yes, but you know what I’m talking about.” He says kindly, almost teasingly. You rolled your eyes at that.

“By the way,” recovering, you sat up, hands still in his. “you’re currently working on your ultimate move, right?” he nods “Well, need some help with that?”

Puzzled, it took about a few seconds until the questions sank. “Y-You don’t mean…!?”

Giggling, toothily grinning at your best friend, your eyes flashed yellow. “I might not look like much, but at least I can give a few pointers and wisdom. Also, I hope you’re okay with extra hours- “

“Of course! I’ll be in your care, (Nickname)!” he replies almost immediately, face filled with so much excitement to finally see you use your quirk at its full potential.

Mentally thinking of the days you’re not working, but hey, this was all for a good cause. “Looking forward to it, Izuku~”

Taking a break from work, you felt your phone vibrate, seeing a text from Izuku.

To: (Nickname)

From: Izuku

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I PASSED MY PROVISIONAL LICENSE!!!!!!!!!!!

You couldn’t help the smile breaking on your lips, threatening to split your face in half from sheer joy and pride for your best friend. He did it!

All those days mastering his Shoot Style while dealing with your rather whimsical and unpredictable fighting really paid off!

From: (Nickname)

To: Izuku

Congrats, you!

I’m so fcking proud of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Let’s celebrate, okay? Just drop by the café!

You were tempted to ask if Bakugou had passed as well, debating even to give him a text. Fingers tapped lighting through your contacts, scrolling to find his name, staring. Just staring.

Shaking hands fisting against his shirt, nose buried between his shoulder blades, taking in his scent- You locked your phone, exhaling through your nose as you closed your eyes.

“You’re being unfair to him, (Nickname).”

Just then an unknown number called you.

It had been All Might.

All Might.

The Symbol of Peace.

He had called you, urging you to come to the UA campus at the dead of night for something he wouldn’t enclose over the phone. The hero had managed to work things out for your entry into the premise, albeit, discreetly, since it’s past working hours after all.

“So, you’re Young Midoriya’s good friend, yes?” the said hero was tall, so freaking tall! Even in his skeletal form, he loomed over you like a skyscraper, and his voice was commanding, firm, yet kind.

Remembering he had asked you a question, you fumbled for a reply. “A-Ah, yes sir!” Still, to be in his presence was something. Now you understood why Izuku fanboys hard – there were so many emotions to contain!

“I’ve heard a great deal about you, Young Midoriya speaks very highly of you.” That made you duck your head, a fond smile on your lips. “It’s clear that it is a bond forged greatly through careful means.”

“That, it is.” It was a rather poetic way of putting it, but yeah.

“With that being said, I’m sure you’re also acquainted with Young Bakugou, right?”

You nearly tripped on your own footing, halting at that, glancing up in question. “Y-Yes…” Carmine eyes, the smell of burnt sugar, warm calloused hands, suddenly filled your senses.

“In the short time that I’ve known them, I’ve also come to an understanding that the boys have a rather complicated relationship,” you gulp, for some reason. “they’re both on equal footing, yet it’s not very evident to both of them. They balance each other out perfectly.” He’s not wrong, you thought, hands curling and uncurling into fists.

“W-What are you trying to say?”

Turning to you, you realized that you reached some sort of building – it was huge, almost spanning the size of USJ! maybe it was a training ground? – the hero’s gaze wasn’t one of All Might’s, his gaze was soft, weary, understanding, guilt, and, dare you say, hopeful?

“Those boys have the makings to be a great hero, are each other’s greatest rivals yet they can be each other’s greatest ally if only pushed right.”

That was an idea you would never have thought of, but one you refused to acknowledge.

Before you could ask, suddenly, your senses went on full blast – (e/c) eyes turning yellow.

Heavy blasts from afar. Devastation followed. Heavy breathing. The smell of fire- no, angered explosions. Fully mapping out the vicinity, you found two presence were at the heart of it all. These heartbeats. Izuku? Bakugou?

“As expected, your senses indeed sharpen at night.”

Confused, angered, you turned to him, yellow eyes glinting in the moonlight. “WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE!?” Their breathing, it was erratic, labored, abnormal, what was happening!?

He could only stare, expression betraying nothing. “I think I need to give the young boys some time to talk before I do it myself.”

“And what am I, some spectator?”

“I’m sure there’re things you would want to say to them as well, Young Yuroichi.”

Was what he said, but walking into the battlefield, having watched two of your childhood friends going out on each other, talking with their fists, kicks, and quirks, leaving bruised and battered, you could only feel one thing – numb.

With the fight over, your two childhood friends sat back on the asphalt ground, weary and exhausted out – physically and emotionally.

“Who else knows?” asked the ash blond, head hanging low with both arms propped against his knees.

“Recovery Girl, the principal, and…”

Apparently, that was your cue to make your presence known.

At the sound of approaching footsteps, the two boys raised their heads, eyes widening at the sight of you, in their campus, dead at night, eyes still in its dangerous yellow.

“A-ARE YOU TWO FUCKING KIDDING ME!?

They flinched at the volume of your voice, as though you bellowed it with all the air in your lungs, coming out from the shadows after All Might’s speech, knowing that it wasn’t your place to be there, but after hearing Bakugou’s voice – that was pathetic of him, even the hero hadn’t expected that.

“Y-Young Yoruichi-“

“Don’t,” the hero flinched at your voice, pinning him with your stare “get me started you skeletal excuse of a hero!” you say to him angrily, bitingly, forgetting that this man was the Symbol of Peace, the greatest hero of this generation, the hero who could easily do away with you, and the greatest hero to your two asshole of childhood friends.

“(N-Nickname)…”

Giving him a warning look, deadlier under the moonlight with your yellow eyes shining, Izuku knew better than to gulp and avoid your gaze. You then turned the same look to Bakugou, whose shoulders sagged underneath your gaze, a sense of defeat washing over him. He’s already bad in your book, he might’ve worsened it in this situation.

He was walking on thin ice, treading on it really should he wish to fix it.

“A-Ah, K-Kacchan just wanted to talk s’all, (Nickname)! B-but it ended up…um, uh…” words were failing him, especially when you are at the receiving end. Unamused. Unfazed. Unrelenting. Angered. Not even All Might could help out, too scared to deal with an angry teenager. “…uh…i-it ended with our fists….?”

Izuku had been quick to his defense, much to the surprise and annoyance of the blond. But you weren’t having it.

“Stop making excuses for him, Izuku. You’re better than that.” The green-haired boy flinched, hands dropping in defeat. “He should well know to defend himself instead of beating himself down for it, which is a far cry from that proud pompous asshole we’re both familiar with.” The ash blond’s fingers twitched at your words.

Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly out your nose. “You two haven’t had a proper talk since and you thought of doing it now with your fucking fists and kicks? What’re you, animals!?”

Having watched their fight and taking into account the months they’ve been in UA, seeing their performance during the Sports Festival, and hearing accounts of progress from Izuku, Aizawa-san, and the Bakugous, the two clearly have changed.

After all this time, you still felt so far from the two.

After all this time, it pained you still to see a drift between your best friends.

After all this time, just seeing finally talk to each other – in the shittiest way of their own version, it was all you ever wanted.

After all this time, the only thing you wanted was for them to finally see eye-to-eye.

After all this time, you just wanted the two to be friends again.

Weakly you fell to your knees, arms reaching for both and bringing them to a hug. The two boys were stunned, to say the least.

“I’m so glad.” Tears began to spill, your hold tightening. “I was worried about you two so much, you know. You two are selfish, stubborn, and terribly reckless in your own ways, but you two are the strongest persons I know.”

Izuku can be so out of reach sometimes, especially when he’s trying to embody himself as the current One for All user.

Bakugou had always been so far from your reach, but it pains you to know that he had been feeling shitty because he didn’t know just how to deal with his emotions.

It made you feel like the worst friend.

“You have to be more honest with how you’re feeling,”

You say you wanted to support Izuku? Part of the deal was respecting his wishes when it came to a certain ash blond he’s admired next to All Might, the person who was the embodiment of victory for him, someone he’d like to catch up with.

But you let confusing emotions – like a stupid crush and hate, cloud over your judgments.

“I’m sorry if I won’t be able to understand if I’ll have to beat it outta you guys, i-if…” hiccupping, your hold slackened momentarily, before tightening. “I’m sorry if I’m such a horrible friend. I’ll try to do more, be better for you guys. So please, don’t ever forget that…okay?”

“(Nickname)…”

A tentative hand reached out, hesitant as it patted your back. Seeing as you didn’t flinch away, the hand awkwardly rubbed comforting circles as you cried harder.

Seeing this, the green-haired teen smiled, relishing in your hug, the pain from Kacchan’s attacks, and the wisdom from his mentor.

“Okay.”

All Might could only watch three youngsters settling amongst themselves, as all friends should.

“Okay, (Name).”

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 37 - Destined for Greatness

w/c - 7,731

Suguru has been lying in bed for hours now as his mind wanders through his past and imagines different scenarios for the future. He sighs as he tosses and turns for the thousandth time, facing away from his door while his gaze takes to his new quarters that are viewable from this angle. This is by far the cheeriest room he has ever called his own. The walls are a warm yellow, the floors of solid hardened red clay and all of the matching furniture a light wood. His eyes take to the closed curtains with long thick white drapes, ‘This is so fucking annoying…’, he mumbles knowing there’s not even a window behind it, there’s no way for there to be when you’re underground. Sitting up now with aggravation, he reaches over to the bedside table and places the bowl of water he was using the night before, back into his lap. He wants to check in on Elska’s surroundings although he knows other Titers are tasked with the enemy’s usual surveillance. Before activating his technique though, he hesitates due to anxiety, ‘What the fuck am I going to do when we take her? What the fuck will she do?’. He hears footsteps approaching his door and knows Genghis must have already finished with most of the arrangements.

“Little one! Time to wake up!”. Genghis calls out in an eager voice. He stops and smiles when he sees that Getou is already awake and asks, “Aren’t you excited about today?”. He looks over the worrisome Suguru who’s vexation is transparent. The golden sheets drape along his body and slide from his bare skin whenever he moves under them.

Getou grumbles and turns his head, “I don’t think what I’m feeling is excitement…”. He keeps looking at the curtains that hide lies while wondering if he’s much different. ‘Will I have to subdue her when she lashes out? Am I going to have to hurt her when she resists?’. He’s had no qualms with doing so in the past but feels an incredible amount of pressure regarding it now. ‘Could we…like each other?’.

Genghis chuckles and ignores Suguru’s reluctant attitude while looking around the room, “This is definitely much more suitable! Did you really put in a request for a giant tub though?” He’s poking fun at his pupil but he was also puzzled by that. Genghis thinks the brighter room will serve them both well psychologically. ‘Not too shabby for being done at the last minute.’.

Embarrassed by the question, Getou submerges deeper into his bad mood and bed before retorting, “It’s for me. I’m tall.”. He was certainly not about to admit that it was for Elska, thinking she really must love them judging by how insane Naoya acted about it when the Zenin originally designed the first room where she was held. Suguru is aware that her reaction may be hostile overall and is dreading these coming days because of it so he hopes having one may ease her nerves. He doesn’t know that tub is Naoya’s thing.

Genghis isn’t really satisfied with that answer but continues on, “I’ve gathered the most adept offensive fighters we have to offer.” Knowing the Titer’s abilities are incredible but lack in the area of traditional combat, selecting the most capable available would be crucial. “I believe you’ll quite enjoy my plan…”. His teeth show in this smile now, he’s more than willing to share his enthusiasm.

Suguru finally turns to his mentor, interested. “Do tell me what you’ve concocted.”.

Genghis lights up, “So as we were discussing, we need to restrict their actions. We will make our move in a public setting but you’ll still be able to have your fun...we will have to harm innocents but I assume that’s not what troubles you.” He grins maniacally, “Mr. Satoru Gojo’s presence will be requested before the Elders here in a few and his curiosity will assure he attends.”. Genghis sighs, “I was worried Gojo might want to kill all of them but I brought in two special people to mediate our fictitious ambitions.”. He chuckles, “The silver shaman has no idea what’s in store for him.”.

Getou smirks at the thought of Gojo having the rug pulled from beneath him, “So we’re planning on having to deal with Toji, Zenin and Choso…aside from her today?” Genghis nods to his question but a heaviness forms in Suguru’s chest when he thinks about having to kill Choso. He’s still not on board with that completely and figures he’ll try his best to protect the hybrid in the midst of confusion. ‘Not him too.”. Getou wishes to find a way to bring the hybrid back to his side.

Genghis claps his hands, causing his yellow robes to flutter, “You better get up and get ready! I’m about to meet with our team. I believe your first sweetheart will be amongst them.”, he chuckles for the drama but honestly loathes that woman.

“Lidia?”, Getou stiffens immediately as that did not help his motivation. “She’s fucking crazy Master Genghis, I don’t want to be anywhere near her!”. Suguru takes his head to his hands as a few memories of her dependency and inhumane behavior flood him. ‘Psychotic bitch.’. Lidia always chased after Suguru when they were younger and at some point this wore on him as before he knew it, she was claiming them to be betrothed. She was obsessed with his destiny, his calling for the clan and would worship him in the most toxic ways due to it. Her need to be the only one in Getou’s life caused her to mutilate young women amongst Suguru’s outer circle out of spite and jealousy. Their time together did not last long as it quickly became a violent pairing, ending with him crushing her ribs under his usual technique. Suguru sighs, “She’s is not going to help me obtain another woman…”. He shudders recalling how after healing, she was back to throwing herself at him as if nothing happened. ‘Fucking…crazy…’.

Genghis hides his sneer, knowing full and well the history of the two. “On the contrary, she requested this assignment.”. He notices Suguru’s growing frustration and wishes he could explain exactly why he’s doing what he’s doing but instead says, “I’ve seen many outcomes for this and although they may have varied, I can assure you Lidia will serve a great purpose here.”. Little does Getou know, Lidia will be the proof offered to show Elska she will be cared for while in the Titer compound.

Suguru is skeptical to believe this and shows it through his expression as he rises from the bed and says, “Women are the bane of my existence…”. He stretches in his black briefs and cracks his neck while thinking something foreboding was eating at him. ‘I’m probably going to have to expose my other techniques now.’.

“You’re about to receive the most powerful wife in the world…and yet, you complain.”, Genghis teases as he’d probably be nervous too if the roles were reversed. He watches Suguru don a black robe, clearly showing signs of stress so he walks up to him and puts his jokes aside, “This is going to work out, little one, one way or another.”, and pulls Getou’s head down to plant a fatherly kiss to the top of it. After sharing the rare moment, he bows and leaves Suguru to his morning routine.

Getou watches him quietly walk out of the room with conflicting emotions. Genghis is the only man he’s ever looked up to, the only other human that ever offered genuine affection. Ever since Suguru was reunited with his mentor though, something has felt off or perhaps he’s just seems more purposeful. He’s not sure if this odd feeling is because of his own unstable emotions that threatened to derail his purpose of revenge or if there’s another reason but he can’t ignore it either way. He trusts that his mentor is still worthy of his respect and recognition though and finds his returning welcomed regardless. ‘All of those years…’, he wonders where Genghis spent his time and exactly why. ‘Did they really keep him away to simply foster my hatred for Gojo?’. He knows that doesn’t really make sense.

Genghis is turning a hall leading to stairs to take him upward. He sees two of the recruited Titers waiting for him outside of the designated meeting area at the top, smiles and nears them. The first one he shakes hands with is Sain Khun. The 32-year-old Titer was a remarkable martial artists and hunter. His rare eyes are more grey than blue and stand in contrast to his long black hair that he wears down. Sain is one of the handful of Titers that learned to channel their metaphysical natured abilities into to combative techniques but usually stays out of the political fray of the clan. ‘A fine young man.”. Before he’s able to address the handsome Titer, the second of the pairing cuts in.

“Master Genghis, I have more questions about this woman.”. Lidia shamelessly exudes her opinion of the situation and demands attention. She receives a sharp look from the clan’s head that only fuels her suspicions. “Are we certain she’s the best pairing for Master Getou?”.

“Miss Lidia, you look lovely today…”, Genghis takes her hand and kisses it, ignoring her inquires. He continues to smile until she speaks up again. ‘She never ceases.’.

“Can we trust that her intentions for Master Getou are ones we can stand by?”. Lidia shakes her long curly red hair that dances down her arms. Her green eyes narrowed still, she waits for an answer. “She’s not even human. What if she uses her powers to manipulate his biology as well?”. Her foot taps impatiently against the now softer ground, ‘I’ll fucking kill that bitch if she even looks at him wrong!’.

Genghis has already grown tired of catering to Lidia’s neediness in the short time they’ve come to know each other but understands she’s vital. “And what of your own intentions?”, he confidently questions her as he doesn’t need an answer. He already knows and is glad to see her heart hasn’t wavered from its possessive ways.

Sain feels forced as this greet was supposed to be simple. He cares not of Lidia’s unhealthy interest for Suguru and even with his instincts crying against Genghis, feels badly for the man. He decides to enter the conversation in hopes to shut it down. “Lusting Lidia, it’s time to get on with the meeting.”, and grabs her arm, leading her through the door where the rest of the selected wait.

Genghis takes a moment to center himself, ‘I understand your resentment little one…’. This quick exchange between them wasn’t the worst he’s suffered from the woman but he still cannot stand to be around her. He chuckles and whispers to himself, “But if she were any less obsessed, this wouldn’t work.”, and then enters the room with the rest as they lay out their plans.

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Elska is looking around at the busy street as they occasionally bump into passing people. “My prince, are you sure it’s around here?” She’s never been to this part of the city before and is feeling anxious by the crowd. The sun is out but a chilling breeze catches them every so often. Her mind is heavy and plagued with questions but doesn’t want to dampen Naoya’s mission for the day.

Naoya stops near the edge of the wide sidewalk and pulls out his phone, “I’m positive!”, while checking the map to make sure he could stand by those words. ‘Where is it?’. His brow creases as he studies the screen.

Toji huffs, “We’ve been walking forever.” He’s abnormally agitated but also hates crowds and is pinning the fault on being dragged out into one. He looks at Elska who’s eyes happen to meet his and feels his tension release ever so slightly as the wind blows her black V-cut dress along her knees. All of them are dressed up more than usual since Naoya begged for them to eat at one of his favorite restaurants. He sees Elska eyeing him in a way that foretells she finds his black pants and squeezing button up suiting and it makes him feel like he could deal with the clothed restriction for a while longer.

“It says we’re close!”, Naoya points to the map on his phone pridefully. It’s been a few years since he was on this side of the city and a lot has changed. He’s becoming frustrated with not knowing how much time they’ll have before Gojo returns, wanting to enjoy some normalcy. ‘I just want to treat her to nice meal!’ He turns to Elska and takes her hand, “Baby, I promise it will be worth it. I’m talking…food fit for a princess.”, when she giggles, he does too, being happy to see that she isn’t wanting to turn around. He looks to Toji now, “Want me to find you a walker?”, and snickers as the giant narrows his eyes before continuing ahead.

Elska feels Naoya’s finger lace into hers as they resume walking, with Toji on her left. She’s trying to be cheerful today, wanting to appreciate the time she’s spending with them but her mind keeps leading her into thought. The night before, Toji stopped her from feeding and although she was aware of why and understood the risks Satoru spoke about, she tried to proceed anyway. There were a weird few minutes where she could only focus on drinking from her beloved and flailed wildly as he restrained her. ‘Why did it feel like I wanted the Titer energy too?’. She thinks to hold Toji’s hand as well in this moment but stops herself as she doesn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to the three of them. ‘He looked so concerned all while I couldn’t even stop…”. The ancestral voice advised her to feed. Her heart aches as she knows this was out of character and extremely selfish when they didn’t know how it could affect her. The one thing keeping her afloat in this matter is how Toji held her after she snapped out it, how he seemed to understand without saying that she didn’t mean to.

Toji lets Naoya and Elska get a step ahead of him so he can keep his eyes on her. After their last outing, he’s remaining highly aware of their surroundings and is watching for anything suspicious. He sees Naoya in his dark grey slacks and black dress shirt, leaning down to talk to her as they maneuver through the groups of families and friends, keeping her close. ‘Is she really, ok?’. Toji recalls how she struggled against him the night before. Gojo tried to rush to the bed after seeing her reaction but Toji was also wanting to shield her from him. Her eyes changed, showing the dashes of his green while she clawed at his arms and flashed her fangs with a glare. Toji knew that wasn’t his Elska but didn’t want to make her apprehensive, so he hid her the best he could from Satoru until they reverted. He heard something from within while this was all occurring, a voice that he swears communicated for him to feed his master. ‘Is that even possible? What the fuck was that?’. He rubs his bicep after feeling a sharp pain run through his arm.

Naoya leads them to a building that has loud club music playing inside, the base being noticeable from where they stand. He looks up and scrunches his face, “What the fuck is this?”. He checks his watch that bares 1:39 and is further confused by the daytime club scene. ‘I’ve failed.’. Toji can be heard groaning so he orients himself to face them both, “It was right here!!”. He takes in Elska’s kind smile as she’s clearly not going to make him feel bad for being wrong. Not knowing what to do to save their lunch adventure he stands there awkwardly to think but hears Elska say, “Well let’s enjoy a drink while we look up somewhere else nearby!”. He smiles at her ability to always find a silver lining and follows behind her up the ramp that leads inside.

As they walk through the room on the first floor, Toji feels this intense wave wash over him. Music is drowning out most other sounds but the way the bass pulses through him allows him to feel alive. The stench of cigarettes, sweat and alcohol sting his senses while they find a seat at the bar. Once sitting, he can smell Elska’s perfume when she whips her hair behind her shoulders, exposing her neck to which causes him to stir in the stool. Naoya hands out drink menus from them all but Toji doesn’t even look at it, knowing his order already and wanting it immediately. He feels ready to pounce but is cautiously calming himself as he knows this is not the place, ‘I am NOT Gojo…’. When she crosses her legs he feels the sting in his arm again, bringing his mood back to a wavering position.

“I’m thinking a red…’, Elska states loud enough to be heard while looking over the wine menu. Naoya smiles to her words as he announces his choice of Mojito. “That’s why you’re so sweet!”, she jokes vaguely in regards to his actual taste. She places a hand on Toji’s right knee before turning to him and feels him jump. Her voice now concerned, “Did I scare you!?”. She giggles until she sees the intensity in his eyes, wondering why he’s exuding so much right then. Her breath was held in her throat as she waited for his eyes to glow, knowing that would not be good for where they are. They never do though and she eventually resumes respiration as he places his own large hand over hers. ‘What was that?’. She now swivels her head around the large room, taking in all of the day drinkers on the dance floor and seated randomly about.

The bartender takes their orders with a smile and begins to serve them up right there. He recommended a red for Elska that he swears was his personal favorite and proudly waited for the approving sip. When she stated its palatability, he then left to attend other customers while Toji stared him down menacingly. ‘That’s a brave man to be flirting right in front of us.’.

Naoya sips his drink while eyeing Toji chug his whiskey on the rocks. “Slow down old man, we still have to go somewhere to eat!”, he laughs at the eyeroll he receives and notices Elska drinking pretty quickly as well. “Baby, what’s on your mind?”, he knows something is bothering her and wonders if they’re both just nervous after the last Titer attack. ‘Maybe I can convince her to dance it away!’, he thinks as he imagines himself twirling her under the disco ball. He just wants her to have a good day.

After finshing her glass already, she sets it down and tells Naoya, “I’m fine, I promise! I just really have to pee!”. He chuckles and adjusts himself so she has more room to slide off the stool. She announces that she’ll be right back before searching the walls for signs indicating the direction she should take. A drunken man bumps into her shortly after leaving the bar and can feel Toji increase his presence so she turns around to show that she’s fine. The whole room was lively except for Toji’s motionless staring. ‘I better be fast before he loses his shit.’.

“She shouldn’t be alone.” Toji followed her with his eyes as she turned a corner down a hall. He’s worried about her and has this familiar unyielding need to be in her vicinity. It’s almost as if he knows something is about to happen. “I’m going to wait for her, watch the drinks.”. He hears Naoya protest with grief but faces him and says, “Boy, why don’t you find us a place to eat since we’re out here because of you.”, and places a hand on Naoya’s shoulder as he goes to walk past to counter the aggression in his voice. “Order another round too will ya?”.

Elska stands up in the stall and flushes but doesn’t leave. She’s feeling like Toji’s eyes were trying to tell her something minutes ago but she can’t figure it out. All she knows is that it was sexy. She opens the latched door to wash and dry her hands but takes in her reflection in the mirror and thinks, ‘Life is so much crazier now…’, but smiles to herself knowing she had fantastic support from everyone. The door pushes open abruptly behind her and she gasps in startlement before realizing that it was Toji himself. “TOJI! What if there are others in here?!”. She can tell by his focus though that it didn’t matter anyway.

“Doll…” he mutters as he locks the door behind him. He sees that she was caught off guard when she asks what he was doing in there but he just walks closer until he’s inches away. “I need…”, he lifts her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist and supports her weight with his right arm. “I need you.”, he whispers while dragging the tip of his nose along her collar bone, watching her skin change pigment from his glowing eyes. Her hands are roaming through his hair and he moans to the sensation of her nails against his scalp. “Right now.”. He nearly growls as he sinks her into his groin from above.

“Toji…”, she was right about his prior intensity but can’t find it in her heart to stop him as he begins kissing the crook of her neck. The music can be heard through the walls along with idle chatter and it all serves as a reminder for where they’re at. She thinks of her pheromones and instantly pulls herself out of their beautiful trance. She whispers, “We shouldn’t do this here, my beloved.”, and frowns as he lifts his head to meet eyes. “I can’t release them here, it’ll be a disaster…”.

He agrees that they shouldn’t have sex and nods with a grunt but that’s not truly what brought him in lady’s room to begin with. Feeling his fangs form he shows them to her and happily takes in her reaction as she smiles and moves her hair while saying, “Oh! ok…but we have to be quick!”. He squeezes her cheek with his right hand that supporting her rear and drags his teeth across the skin of her neck. “I just need to taste you.”, he wantonly groans before biting down. She gasps to his intrusion and grips his hair as he begins to suckle. His own whimpers could be heard between his gulps, loving every drop he’s being given as he deciphers her soul and feelings. Her flavor, now that he’s not as overloaded by the information, is reminiscent of the aroma born from a field of flowers. Each time he swallows more of her blood, his overall restlessness fades while her squirming increases.

Elska cradles his head into her while melting in the master’s ecstasy flowing through her. Her eyes are closed as she bites her lip and attempts to muffle her sounds. “My beloved…”, she whimpers to him while her fingers stroke through his hair. His hypertonicity dwindles as she feels his left hand travel up her back, resting a grip on the nape of her neck. “I love you, my beloved Toji…”, and gasps in desperation as she can sense his own, wanting to assure him of his importance. Those same fingers now dance along her clavicle as he brings them over the wounds to close them while panting into her neck. He leaves his face buried there, adorning the area with his lips slowly as he she can tell he’s gathering himself. “Do you feel better?” She caresses his temple and cheek hoping that he did, feeling terrible that she didn’t recognize or even sense his disposition sooner. When he lifts his head to look at her again, she feels the need to lock her lips to his as they both exhale in a gratified union. She moves the hair out of his eyes and kisses his forehead before he gently puts her back down, him looking refreshed with a bashful grin.

He grabs a paper towel from the dispenser and wets it. In the mirror he can see Elska’s loving eyes watching him and the scar on the corner of his lips bends pleasantly. While wiping away any evidence, he shyly adds, “I love you too, doll.”, the words still seeming unreal. After discarding the bloodied paper towel, he takes up her hands in his own, “I’m sorry for following you in here, I just…I really needed to do that.”. He’s still uneasy by how compelling the desire was. “I felt like I wouldn’t get another chance.”. He sees the concern on her face and doesn’t want to worry her, “It was just time for me to feed doll, everything is ok.”. Her hand sails upwards to hold his cheek and leans into it. ‘I have to keep her safe.’.

Naoya is watching the condensation accumulate on his glass and is now feeling nervous as he checks his watch again. ‘Where are they?!’, he swings around in the stool to check the room and feels an incredible wave of relief as he finds Toji and Elska making their way back to the bar. After they sit he asks, “Did you guys go to the bathroom at the dorms or what?”, but picks up on the weird laughs he receives from them. ‘He wouldn’t have tried something sly, would he?’, and squints his eyes at Toji. ‘He looks way better though.’, and decides to let it go as he’s sure even a quickie couldn’t be that quick. “Baby…”, Naoya slides his phone over in front of them as he finishes his second Mojito, “I’ve only been here once but they have beautiful seating along the water!”. He cackles, “…and it’s only about half a mile away by foot…”.

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Gojo is quickly walking through the whited-out halls with Choso following. He speaks without looking, “Choso, when we get in there…I have to warn you, you’re not expected.”. Gojo heard Choso stop in place so he turns around to see him. “You’re with me though so it’s fine! If they say anything to you, just ignore them. I will do the talking.”, and waves for the being to hurry.

“I…I don’t understand why I’m here with you and not everyone else…”. Choso is familiar with the Elders but can’t ignore the fact that he used to work for them where as he’s now on the opposing side. ‘Is this a good idea?’. He was expecting Gojo to sulk and whine to being called in today and is puzzled by how thrilled he seems.

Gojo jumps up to click his heels to the side before saying, “I don’t trust these cunts and I’m almost positive this is a trap of some sort…”. He notices Choso’s eyes widen with confusion so he continues, “If they’re trying to distract me from Elska, they fail if you’re there using your technique to watch her for me!”, his smug grin appears, “This way I’ll know the moment something happens.”. He’s sure the Elders have called him away in order to create an opportunity but has a mind to flip their plans upside down with this small act of rebellion. “I can never remember where to go! This shit all looks the same…it’s creepy.”.

Choso sighs but tries to keep up with Gojo’s quickened pace. The bright lighting overhead is blinding and causing him discomfort as he prefers darker places. He doesn’t know what to make of Gojo’s explanation but figures he’s along for the ride at this point anyways. “Do you think they’d even admit to what they’re doing?”. Choso understands the amount of secrecy the surrounds the Elder’s goals and is sure that he’s not even fully aware of their intentions.

“Yes. I will make sure they do.”, Satoru’s words are eerie but his expression is still delighted. “These fuckers have messed with us for long enough. They’re cowards, Choso and the things they want to do to my love are unacceptable.”. Gojo is certain that none of the others would have condoned what he’s thinking he’ll have to do which is why he said nothing before leaving. “They need to leave her alone and how can I call myself the strongest if I can’t protect her from these witless skin bags?”. Satoru at least wanted to inform Nanami of his meeting but hasn’t been able to reach the fellow shaman yet. ‘Did they get to him too?’. Gojo is certain that something happened with Shoko but was waiting to see how things played out. ‘As long as she’s fine, I know she can handle it.’, but worries about Nanami’s reaction if he’s already discovered this too.

‘What is he going to do?’, Choso feels like something big is about to happen, something that cannot be taken back. The unnerving pressure in his gut hints that whatever it is, it’s not good. “Itadori and the others are still on standby but isn’t it odd that they haven’t been given any missions?”. They pass more rooms before Satoru finally stops. Choso watches the silver shaman’s expression change to lethally cold one before straightening himself with resolve, and knows he should do the same. ‘I guess I have to just trust him…’, the thought not sitting comfortably at all.

Gojo quietly speaks, “Remember, don’t mind them, they’re not worth the stress. You do not serve them any longer.”, and places a reassuring hand on the hybrids shoulder. He’s impressed when he looks over the being, seeing that his previous nervousness has been cast away and replaced by a collected ensemble. ‘I’m pretty sure I’m right about him.’, and feels poised in the dark nature that lurks beneath Choso’s kindness. Turning back to the door, Gojo kicks it open fiercely before entering. “WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?!”.

Three people sit along one side of a long white table, seeming prepared aside from the sudden commotion. The first is a representative of the Kamo clan, a new middle-aged face Satoru has never seen draped in dark red robes. The second is a Zenin, the bought errand man known better as “Peaches” for a less known reason. Gojo knew him rather well from his childhood and all of the clan events he was forced to attend. The third, however, catches Satoru by complete surprise and angers him. The woman sitting as a representative for his own clan is none other than his mother.

Gojo seethes with white knuckled fists, “What the fuck are you doing here?”, as old anguish resurfaces between the two. Satoru hasn’t been home in years and purposefully. He was sure if he stayed any longer, he’d annihilate his own family.

The Kamo rep scoffs, “Yes… well hello to you too Satoru Gojo. We could ask you the same.” He points to Choso, “Isn’t that Kamo property?”. The hybrid and Gojo fail to give him the time of day, causing tension.

Gojo never takes his eyes off of his mother while waiting in silence as Choso dutifully ignores them. His eyes darken, “I asked you a fucking question you miserable old whore.”. He feels the urge to gather a technique but calms himself with his better judgement.

His mother speaks, “That is no way to talk to the woman who raised you!”, she laughs in a haughty way but brings her dramatics to a close, “Why else would I be here? You can’t be left to just do whatever you please…”. She tilts her nose up and displays her notion that she is untouchable.

Peaches shifts in his chair, “You have something that needs to be returned to the Zenin’s. Master Naoya was promised her hand.”. He’s honestly terrified of Gojo but would never allow this to show. Satoru darts stormy eyes in his direction and he feels a chill race down his spine.

“Let’s just be frank about it. You want Elska.”. Gojo voice is calm, almost lighthearted. He brings his gaze back to his mother, feeling a little better about the situation knowing he’s going to handle more business than he expected today. “Choso, please start now.”. Gojo doesn’t have to look since he can feel Choso’s energy gathering to form the window. He watches the representatives lean to figure out what the hybrid is up to and laughs out loud. “My friend here”, He scowls at the Kamo man, “is going to observe Elska while we meet.”. He winks to Peaches, “She’s with Naoya right now for your information…Toji too.”.

Gojo’s mother bursts into hyaena laughter, threatening to rupture the unsuspecting eardrums of the others. “You think you have it all figured out, don’t you? Such a pitiful child.”. Her long white hair waves in the air as she jerks her head to see Peaches’s perplexed expression. “Don’t believe him just because he speaks it…trust me…”, and folds her arms while thinking of how many more beatings her son should have to experience when younger.

Peaches clears his throat and tries to save face, “Surely this is some kind of joke. Master Naoya loathes your very existence Satoru.”. He’s now chuckling to himself having felt it was a test of some sort, “Are we not on better terms than that of your games?”. He’s now sure it was a lie.

Gojo regrets that Peaches is here today but is unable to overlook the fact that the old goat is in cahoots with this situation. ‘It can’t be helped!’. He turns to Choso now for the first time since they walked into the room and is reassured that nothing bad is happening. Now facing Peaches again, “You know… Zenin and I got off on the wrong foot.” He grins, “But now we have threesomes!”, loving the shock that plasters everyone’s face. The Kamo man choked on his own saliva to the mention. Gojo looks at his mother, “Don’t be upset just because no one wants to fuck you. It can’t be helped when your cunt leaks venom.”.

Choso sits motionlessly as he listens to the meeting unfold, completely flabbergasted by Satoru’s way of speaking. ‘What did his mother do to him to make him hate her so much?’, he hesitates to explore the options in his mind as he can only imagine. Aside from that though, Choso has never witnessed such a display of blatant disrespect to the higher ups and is completely unnerved by the silver shamans ever changing composure. ‘What is he planning to do?’, the ominous feelings he’s experiencing from this are only growing at this point.

Peaches is red with embarrassment, “HE WOULD NEVER DO THAT!”, and allows his anger on the matter to spill over. The representative huffs relentlessly to the accusations and feels disgraced for his ears being exposed to such vile talk. When expecting to see an angry Gojo, he’s further confused by the smile that meets him instead.

Gojo runs his finger along the table as he casually saunters in front of each of them. “If you three decide to get rowdy…I’ll have to kill you.”. He basks in the glares and especially enjoys his mother’s fear as she knew he was not playing around. Once they become settled he says to her, “You being here makes you my enemy, mommy. How long have you been involved?”. She starts to swat his question away with a scoff but everyone leaps out of their skin when Satoru yells, “HOW FUCKING LONG?!”. He increases his presence tenfold and watches the representatives writhe in distress before him.

She says nothing.

The Kamo rep is sweating bullets as he’s only heard the tales of horrors committed at the hand of Gojo. ‘Genghis said nothing about this hostility.”, he thinks to himself as he comprehends that he’s bitten off more than he could chew. He’s afraid to peel his eyes away from the powerful shaman making inquiring demands but also wants to flee the room. ‘This guy is even crazier in person!’.

Gojo takes a deep breath and exhales dramatically, “Well…this is going nowhere…”, and summons energy into his hand as he aims it at the Kamo representative. The nameless man cries out in fear and studders in his breathing. Gojo notices Choso jump to his feet but the being doesn’t say anything. Only when the defeated female voice utters, “3 years.”, does he quell his attack. He thinks about that answer for a moment before acknowledging her again. ‘That’s strange.’. Looming across from her he now asks, “I’d already had my love for some time before that, why did you join them to conspire against me at that point? Don’t make me blow this poor guy’s skull open…”, he warns of his lack of patience.

His mother sulks in her seat having her hands tied about the questioning, “I thought she was a passing infatuation at first, like all of the others but you completely neglected your responsibilities of being an heir because of that wretch.” She’s met with unforgiving eyes and wishes she was able to smack the audacity out of him but has learned the hard way about his response to abuse. “She is not yours Satoru and you jeopardize the entire balance of the clans with your actions of keeping her.”. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Peaches nod in support and feels reaffirmed by it.

Gojo slips a wild laugh and slaps the table, “She is mine though. I voyaged worlds away to find her. I went to incredible lengths to bring her back…”, he sighs while resting his hands on his hips. “You do know, mom, these Titers that have you in their pocket…they were going to use her to assassinate me.”. The atmosphere of the room deteriorates at the mention of the Titer clan. Its obvious that they were left unaware to Gojo having knowledge of the group’s silent partner.

His mother jumps from her seat and screams, “AND THEY SHOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED!”. All of the hatred she’s ever felt for her son sears the air around them, her chest feeling lighter for the honesty but heavier for the fear. “You were destined for greatness but even with your gifts, something is wrong with you! How you ever came out of me? I will never know…”. She feels she must stand her ground or else the structure they’ve served their entire lives will crumble. “You’re evil. You always have been.”.

Choso is still watching Naoya, Toji and Elska but can’t help but be distracted by the darkness exuding Gojo. ‘What is going on here?’, he doesn’t understand how this is official business and even finds himself feeling defensive over Satoru. ‘That woman is appalling.’, he thinks as he considers Gojo’s upbringing and decides there’s more to the man than he ever considered. He looks back to the window after surmising that none of the representatives would attack. Choso becomes rattled when the window shows Toji drinking from Elska in a cramped bathroom, ‘I can’t believe the lighting permits this, it must be dim.’, He temporarily becomes fixated with Toji’s fangs anchored into her as she quietly moans. He’s not seen anyone but her feed before. ‘So, his bite feels good to her as well?’. He brushes his lap as if to tell it, “Knock it off”, but his attention is soon stolen by Peaches’s mention of Elska.

“If you don’t return Elska Oda then this will be seen as an act of aggression Satoru, please…don’t do thi-…” Peaches can no longer speak as Gojo grips hit throat and is thrown into a fit of fright.

“I kind of liked you…I was use to you at least…but if you ask me that one more time, I will break your fucking neck.” Gojo feels his face twitch as he squeezes the old man’s beard into his throat, “You guys are fucking with me today and I don’t appreciate it.”. Never letting go, he turns to his mother but also glances at the petrified Kamo rep, “I do not give a single flying fuck about the clans, I couldn’t care less of your archaic ways and I am never going to surrender my Elska.”. As Peaches reaches a critical point of needing air, Gojo clamps his fingers deeper, “I left my love’s side today to be here because of your guys’ little fucking Titer friends. That is what we will discuss.”.

Gojo’s mother rushes to pull her son’s hand away but right as she’s reaching out, Satoru releases Peaches. She watches the old man heave and choke uncontrollably and shoots hateful eyes. “How dare you lay a hand on him? Do you fear nothing?”, she thinks to threaten with her husband but knows that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree so it’s likely useless.

Satoru smirks while studying Peaches inability to regain his breath, “I crushed his trachea a bit, he’s going to need medical attention soon.”. He watches the Kamo man stand up in disbelief and warns, “My mother is right about one thing, I do not fear you or your influence.”, and smiles approvingly as the man takes his seat again hesitantly.

“You psychotic little freak!”, his mother cries out in disgust, “We need to get him to a doctor!”. She feels herself fill with anxiety as she was not expecting him to go this far. “Let us take him!”.

Satoru hisses quietly, “If you guys weren’t so dead set in dicking me around then this wouldn’t have happened. No one leaves until I get some answers.”. He strolls around the table, loving how terrified the Kamo representative became when he was close. He yanks up the suffocating Peaches and throws him back into his chair, “Have some fucking dignity…I thought better of you.”. When Peaches makes eye contact, he can see the dread wash over the man, knowing their dynamic has changed forever.

The Kamo man speaks up sheepishly, “Wh…What is it that you want to know?”. He’s all for handing over the required information as he clearly cares about his life more than the others. Satoru’s expression softens as the other two representatives hang their mouths open, not expecting him to fold so easily. Gojo states, “Everything.”, which causes the rep to tense up as he doesn’t know where to begin. He hastily blurts out, “Suguru Getou inherited ancient techniques as well. The Titers are planning on taking the girl for themselves to ensure their supremacy.” He inhales sharply, “The head of their clan met his end by the hands of your company, they want to repay by being rid of you as you are their final target. You’re still too strong because of your infinity, so the girl’s fate was determined the moment you were born.”.

“You… weak imbecile…”, Gojo’s mother retaliates to the sensitive information by pushing Peaches backwards causing him to fall to the ground and thrash violently. Without so much as a second thought, she gathers energy into her hand and expels it at the Kamo man’s mouth. The representative dons his own matching blood as his brain matter exits the back of his head, decorating the white surroundings behind him. Only a cavernous jagged hole remains where the words escaped him only seconds prior. His body slumps over the table as he leaks his remaining essence into a pool that shortly forms a dripping pattern to the white tiled floor.

Choso defensively stands as the black tattoo on his faces begins to wave. “Satoru…”, is all he says while watching Gojo’s mother now strain to lift the blue tinted and gasping Peaches back upright his seat. ‘His mother is just as rash…’. Choso waits for a few moments longer but is eager to gauge Gojo when their eyes finally meet. ‘Why does he look so satisfied?’, he questions himself as he’s met with that smug smile. The Zenin man’s eyes look like they may pop out of his head but Choso can still make out the man’s reaction to his own presence. He hears Gojo say, “Everything is alright Choso, don’t worry. Just watch them.”, but the being is unable to simply sit with ease at this time. ‘How is this alright?’.

“And you wonder where I get it from?”, Gojo is irritated that the only man that was willing to talk is now dead but he’s also able to take the information to heart because of how his mother reacted. ‘So all of this really is because of me…’, he thinks of Elska with a heavy heart knowing all that she’s been through, even before he got his hands on her was his fault. ‘My love…I will make this right.’.

Gojo’s mother now sits back down, wondering if she went too far and gave away their hand. Peaches struggles to speak next to her but she can make out that he’s trying to question the fidelity of the Kamo’s last words. She sighs, “Look Peaches, I like you but I’m siding with Genghis.”. Peaches gurgles himself into a purple hue as he still cannot breathe or talk properly. She understands that Peaches was completely ignorant to the Titer’s planned betrayal to the Zenins and calm says, “They’re not wanting to eliminate other clans, they’re just going to help guide us to this proposed peace, don’t worry so much.”.

Peaches can only think of Master Naoya who he feels is in grave danger after hearing this information. ‘I…he has to know…Master Na…he needs to be made aware!’. He thinks to grab his phone but he wouldn’t be able to relay the information, nor is he fast enough to text it. Peaches chokes in his stress and can tell his body is slowly shutting down after being deprived oxygen and feels completely hopeless about his predicament. When his heavy eyes meet Gojo’s he freezes in apprehension while listening intently.

Satoru sighs dramatically with growing anticipation, “Now…where were we?”.

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I gots 20 more asks for yalls :}

That’s so something he’d try, but of course everyone around him would stop him because duh, that’s a sure way to lose a finger. XD

Oh, I’m sorry, but due to my energy levels being through the floor, I’m not really taking requests at this time.. <:{

Happy new year to you too! I uh.. wish I could say I did heh..

Thank you! However uh.. I don’t think I’m going to be up for drawing anyone's suggestions. My energy has been completely drained lately and I have no energy to draw anything other than things I personally really want to.

I’m not usually one for live action movies, or particularly scary ones for that matter. But I’ll keep that one in mind. :}

Wh-where you goin?? I didn’t get to say I love you too!

Hi, thank you, glad to hear that you like my headcannons. :}

Although unfortunately I don’t have much to say about what I think would happen after the incident. :{

Perhaps the crew would be a little shaken after hearing about Pesos broken flipper? Injuries like that are a big deal, Peso is basically completely out of commission until he recovers. And that might stress the crew out a bit, you know, not having their medic firing on all cylinders for a while.

And I feel like Peso would have to teach some of the crew, like Kwazii and the Captain some extended first aid because no one knew what to do with his broken flipper. He would have to teach the crew first aid and some other important things because he cant always be there for them when something goes wrong.

I feel like it would bug the Captain somehow as well that Peso broke his arm. Like, he’s the Captain, how did he let this happen? Even though the situation couldn’t be helped, I feel like he’d still feel guilty over it all somehow.

Kwazii would probably hover around Peso a lot too. He’d be so worried for his little buddy and would want to constantly check up on him. He’d probably play games with him, talk, do puzzles, whatever, just to keep the little guy company and help him feel better. Because despite how calm Peso seemed when it was first broken, I feel like it would freak him out later in. I know I would be too scared to move or even look at my arm if I broke it. Just the knowledge that the bones inside my arm are all screwed up would freak me out too much to do anything.

With Peso, I feel like he was calm because he was on a bit if an adrenalin rush, and after he calmed down I bet it really start to hurt. That could be why Kwazii spent so much time with him, he was just upset and hurting and just wanted someone to hang out with him until he got better.

A lot of artists seem to like fanart for some reason. I personally don’t..

It feels kind’a like you stole my character or idea and decided that you were going to do what ever you wanted with it. Which I know isn’t the case but that’s just how it feels.

It doesn't feel like a gift, it just feels like you stole something from me you know?

Fanart just doesn’t feel good to me, I cant understand why some artists like it. And I don’t understand why I don’t like it either, it just feels bad for some reason. Me not liking fanart is why I urge people to make sure the artist is okay with fanart before you draw something for them. <:}

Thank you, its nice to hear that you actually wanted to get all caught up heh.. Yeah I guess I started drawing a bunch of Octonauts stuff out of no where huh? When times get this low you just kind’a slink away into your comfort shows right? S’all normal.

As for going through a rough time? I sure am, we all are. I thought it was rough a few weeks ago, but now things have just come crashing down on me, and I cant even talk about it on here.

Thank you very much for all the kind words and encouragement! I really appreciate it, that’s just what I needed to hear. <:} ❤

I watched it, and man I cant wait to see what they do with that new gup!

I was going to leave a link to the video here, but when I tried to go to the link you sent me the video had been removed..

As someone who is terrified of bees and other bugs, they better not come back.

Aww thank you! I’m very glad you like what I make! :}

I use FireAlpaca. Its a free art program that is simple enough that beginners can get the hang of digital art pretty easily, but has enough features to make some really complicated pieces. I’ve seen that you can even animate with it although I’ve never really gotten the hang of it..

Its got its weird quirks and there are a few annoying buggy things here and there that take some getting used to, but overall 8/10 would recommend. :}

Its interesting, although I don’t personally hold it as one of my headcannons, I have no issue with anyone that does. :}

Aww thank you, so far its been.. well terrible, but uh. hoping for a brighter future..

As for how they’d react to rain? Hmm..

I had this idea that the first time Bulkhead experienced rain he was out somewhere with Miko goofing around. It started to rain and at first Miko was just annoyed, thinking she’d have to go back to the base.

But then Bulkhead out of no where starts to flip out, he scoops up Miko, transforms and speeds away, all the while clearly having some kind of panic attack. He races to a nearby cliff and rushes into a little cave for cover. He’s rattling and is asking Miko questions like, “A-Are you okay? Did it get you?- W-We’re you burned??” Miko gets him to chill out a little and he manages explain why he’s freaking out.

Even after Miko comes out of cover and dances in the rain to show him that its safe, Bulkhead is still too frightened to go out there. He’s spent his whole life being afraid of rain because he knows that it burns you and can even kill you if you’re in it for too long.. So even though he’s being shown right before his optics that, clearly, its safe. That primal fear of rain is too much for him and he doesn’t move.

They eventually called for a ground bridge and Bulkhead bolted through the rain and raced through it. He told the other bots about rain and how Miko claims that its safe on this planet, but that still didn’t stop them from experiencing that same primal fear when they came into contact with rain themselves.

There was supposed to be another time when Ratchet and Arcee were taking the kids home from the Base. Arcee had Jack and Ratchet had Miko and Raf.

They were almost into town when It started to trickle. Jack was surprised that it was going to rain in Jasper of all places, but he was also annoyed because he was going to get wet. But then Arcee and Ratchet both hit the brakes and freeze up. “Did you feel that?” Jacks about to ask “feel what?” when Ratchet says “Yeah, yeah I did..” Raf asked Ratchet what is wrong, but then the rain really picked up. Out of no where Ratchet starts freaking out, “RAIN!! GET TO COVER!!” Arcee and Ratchet Floor it for town.

They rush into town and find cover in a run down gas station that’s on the edge of town. Ratchet’s alt form is literally shaking and Arcee is really freaking out. Both of their primal fears making them forget that rain is safe on this planet.

“Are you okay? Jack? Ratchet? How bad are your burns?“ Jacks just like “huh??” But Ratchet goes “I-I don’t know, I don’t feel anything yet, were you burned?” Jack tries to say something but Arcee goes, “No I don’t think so, Jack gave me cover, are you alright Jack? Were you burned?” Finally Jack gets a moment to talk and asks what the heck is going on. They explain that on their planet rain is acidic, Jack then stands in the rain to prove that its okay, but just like Bulkhead they’re still scared.

Miko gets out and jumps around in the rain to show that its safe while Raf tries to explain to them that its really only water. They’re both not convinced and stay put. Raf gets out, cups his hands together and collects some rain water. He brings the water up to Arcee and Ratchet to show them that its just water. He even drinks some of it to prove that its really okay and not acid.

This convinces Arcee and she slowly inches out into the rain, eventually managing to get into it. Although she’s still nervous, after realizing that its safe she encourages Ratchet to follow suit,

Ratchet manages to inch his way out too and they both shakily take the kids back home. They come back to base and tell everyone their story, but again, that fear of the rain cant be reasoned with right away. It takes a bot to experience it personally to help them realize that this planets rain is harmless.

With Bumblebee and Smokescreen it could’ve been just like Bulkhead. Out with one of the kids, it starts to rain, the bot panics and the kid calms them down and explains that its just water.��With Optimus, I feel like a human wouldn’t have been around to explain it to him. There could have been a time where he was out on a solo mission and it began to rain.

Like every other bot, Optimus has this instinct to hide from the rain, so he does and finds cover. He contacts Ratchet and tells him the situation, Ratchet tells him that he’s been in the rain before and it shouldn’t hurt him. Optimus is still nervous but he steps out from undercover, sees that its okay and moves on without really mentioning it to anyone back at base. The very same thing could’ve happened to Ultra Magnus later on now that I think about it..

With Wheeljack? Imagine him, Bulkhead and Miko were out driving somewhere, Miko is with Bulk and Jackie is following behind them. It starts to rain and it freaks Bulkhead out a little but he’s mostly okay, Miko reminding him that its harmless. Meanwhile Jackie slams on the gas and swerves off the road into the forest. Clearly no one told him that Earths rain isn’t acidic.

Bulkhead follows him and finds him in his alt form rattling and tucked really tightly underneath a big tree. They’re trying to talk to him and get him to relax but he’s clearly stressed out. Miko climbs out, goes up to him and manages to talk him down. Explaining that Earth is different than Cybertron, and that their rain is not toxic or acidic. Its just water. He calms down enough to come out of hiding but he’s still clearly on edge. He sticks close to Bulkhead and doesn’t talk much for the rest of their trip.

I feel like all transformers, con or bot, had a freaking out over rain moment at some point. Except for soundwave probably, I think he’d feel a liquid falling on him from the sky and not react because it doesn't hurt.

“The Octonauts is a British children's television series, produced by Silvergate Media for the BBC channel CBeebies, and based on the children's books written by Vicki Wong and Michael C. Murphy.

The show follows an underwater exploring crew made up of stylized anthropomorphic animals, a team of eight adventurers who live in an undersea base, the Octopod, from which they go on undersea adventures with the help of a fleet of aquatic vehicles.

Although its technology is fictional, the exotic creatures and locations that the crew encounter are based on real marine animals in their natural habitats. The show's subject matter has been compared to that of Star Trek and Thunderbirds blended with Jacques Cousteau. The show was animated in Ireland by Brown Bag Films for its first four series. The show was renewed for a fifth series in 2018, with Canada's Mainframe Studios taking over animation work.

Two new "movies" have been available on Netflix only since October 2020: The Octonauts and the Caves of Sac Actun (which takes place in a cenote in Mexico) and Octonauts and the Great Barrier Reef (a musical)”

I feel like this quote from the Octonauts wiki does a better job of explaining it than I ever could. :}

I feel sorry for the poor thing. <:{

It was a Gup destined for greatness someday, but because of unfortunate circumstances it was converted into an artificial reef.

Its just like the old Octopod. Destined for greatness, just imagine all the adventures that ship could’ve had with the crew.. But because sea creatures got to it before they could, it was doomed to a life of darkness at the bottom of the ocean.

I feel bad for those poor Gups and other mechs that just didn’t make it.. 😔

No I still have some bread left over, here (╯°▽°)╯🍞 Sorry, it might be a wee bit stale.

Oh I bet he gets hurt all the time and tries to play it of a bit so he can keep running around. Usually he does something stupid and gets hurt and he’s too embarrassed to really go to Peso about it. Or sometimes the injury would seem insignificant to him or the pain is tolerable enough that he thinks it’ll just go away eventually.

Maybe Kwazii doesn’t really avoid Peso’s care on purpose? Maybe he could have a high pain tolerance? Like, imagine he does something kind’a dumb and as a result gets his arm got stick under the Gup-B or something. When he frees himself his arm does hurt a bit, but it looks fine to him so he just thinks “eh”. He figures that the Gup-B isn’t very big or heavy, his arm wasn’t stuck for very long, what could possibly be wrong with it?

He comes back to the Octopod and casually tells the Captain what happened. The Captain seeing Kwazii gritting his teeth and holding his bent out of shape arm like that instantly made him turn right around and go get Peso. Peso wants to examine his arm but Kwazii’s all like, “Nah its fine me hearty, Its probably just some bruising.”

Well, put his arm through an X-ray and turns out what do you know he broke his arm in three places.

And Kwazii’s just as surprised as everyone else that his arm is broken. He’s like, “It was only the Gub-B! Is it really heavy enough to crush my arm??” And the Captains like, “The gup was ON your arm?? Of course that can break it!”

XD I bet Kwazii gives everyone a headache.

Thank you! :} And well, its more innocent than you might think. People have wondered if they were self harm hints or something more dark like that, but really its not that at all.

You see, I’m a bit of a clean freak. I usually wash my hands up to 40 times a day, no exaggeration. I would usually wash my hands with dish soap, which really does a number on your skin.

So, washing my hands 40 times a day with dish soap, plus drawing on paper for several hours a day meant that my hands were so utterly dry that they’d bleed. My hands were always bleeding and covered in Band-Aids like 24/7.

All of this was going on around the time I made my blog and designed my little avatar character. I wanted to give my character something unique, like an accessory of some kind. Like gloves, a watch, a scarf, a bag, something.

Then I looked at my hands and thought you know? What if this strange aspect of myself was added to my character? Its ominous, its unique, it looks cool.. I think I’ll do that.

So now my avatar has bloodied banged all over its hands. Later on down the road today I try to wash my hands a wee bit less and I lather my hands in lotion religiously now. So my hands are much better and don’t bleed anymore. But those bloodied hands are now like a trademark of my character, so I haven’t removed them,

Although with this new uh, “playful” cat I have, I suppose the Bandages now resemble my real hands once again haha.

I looked it up and I didn’t find any info saying that its common or even normal for cats to have just one baby. So its safe to assume that Kwazii must have had at least a few siblings. As to where they are or what happened to them?. Well..

The life of a pirate is a dangerous one. And I find it odd that with how often he’s mentioned his Grandfather, he’s never mentioned any siblings..

Perhaps... they’re.. you know.. dead? Kwazii’s Grandfather could be the last living member of his family. Which is why if he ever mentions his family or his pirate days, he only ever talks about his Grandpa. Maybe talking about his siblings would be too much for him?..

Man, I gotta polish that into a headcannon or something, that stuff is angsty as crap. Imagine if he was attached to the Octonauts in a way no body really understood? What if his old crew was like his mom, dad, siblings etc, and he mostly became an Octonaut because he had no where else to go after loosing them? Now that his family are all gone and his Grandpa is missing, all he has is this new crew. He would become hyper attached to his new crew and all of his care and tenderness comes from a fear of losing them just like he did his real family.

#octonauts spoilers #my response #octonauts headcannons #transformers prime #tfp headcannons

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haikyuuscreaming · 4 years

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hi um so no one requested this but like i went through something basically like this and cried a whole lot about it and i dont think its even that angsty or makes sense but i just barfed it up as a vent fic so haha funny imi’s stupid and writes about her emotional exhaustion as an x reader

heres an unrequited iwaizumi x reader :D (SORRY THIS ISNT FDSKFJ this isnt really a tumblr drabbles its more of an ao3 oneshot so)

(also sorry if none of the fic makes sense or flows well,,, i just wanted to get this out)

Ever since your first day at Kitagawa Daiichi, you found yourself with a crush on Iwaizumi Hajime.

You couldn’t help it. As soon as you saw him in your school-orientation group the week before school started, you couldn’t help but feel something more than a friendly glow. You were already sitting with your orientation group, but once you saw him join the group (albeit sort of late), your stomach practically flipped with butterflies.

He even sat down next to you.

The rest of the orientation went more than fine. Your delight when Iwaizumi started conversations with you was absolutely immeasurable. Even when your group was performing normal get-to-know-you activities, your heart seemed to race every time he made eye contact with you.

“Your name’s [Surname] [Name], right?” Iwaizumi asked, tapping his pencil against his desk. The orientation paper had asked for the names of three people in your group.

“Yeah.. and you’re Iwaizumi Hajime…?” You didn’t really need to question it, but you did so anyway to be polite.

“Mhm. Uh-- sorry, how do you spell your name?” Your heart picked up its pace once you heard him attempt to spell it out. To your feeble, gleeful surprise, he spelled it right.

“Oh! Um, that’s actually how you spell it. Thanks.”

“No problem.” He smiles at you and your seventh grade self felt like beaming brighter.

His impression on you had lasted.

In fact, that first impression on you had made your school year much better somehow.

Initially, you wanted to go to Yukigaoka with your best friends, but you ended up getting into Kitagawa Daiichi. You were miserable at the prospect of going into a school without your best friends that had been with you through thick and thin, but you lit up once you saw your schedule and found you had quite a few classes with Iwaizumi.

Throughout middle school, you made new friends and became close with Iwaizumi and his friend Oikawa Tooru. They eventually became one of your primary friend groups: you and them. Your number one best friend though, you found, was a new friend you made, Hanae.

Maybe the first mistake you made was telling her that you had a crush on Iwaizumi.

Okay, well, you didn’t tell her- she found out? Forced it out of you? Either way, not a big deal, you two are basically sisters now. But you did kind of wish she would stop mentioning it so much.

“Look, [Name]-chan~” she would always laugh and point at him discreetly whenever he was in the vicinity. “It’s your future boyfriend.”

It was always the same, every time.

“Would you shut up,” you complain, smacking her shoulder lightly which earned a laugh from her. “He could be listening!”

“Just telling the truth~” Hanae would always flash a smile back.

Things changed, though.

On a hang-out with Iwaizumi and Oikawa, you noticed their glances at each other-- Iwaizumi's being weary, while Oikawa’s was cheeky and sly.

“Hey, what are you two smiling about now?” you laugh lightly. The varied stares they gave you made you quiet down. “No, seriously, are you keeping secrets?”

“Of course not,” Oikawa chimes in. “Iwa-chan has big news though!”

Your heart rate spikes a little bit and you feel sweat beading on the back of your neck. And you're blushing too. Under Iwaizumi's warm, sharp gaze, you feel like melting under his radiance. “Eh? Haji, spit it out!!” Your anxiety falsely passes off as intrigue and excitement.

Flushing a little bit, Iwaizumi scratches his neck and smiles at you, “I wanted you to be the second to know, I have a girlfriend.”

…

You're shell-shocked.

If Oikawa picks up on it, he doesn't say so. “Seeee, [Name]-chan, I know we didn't believe it, but Iwa-chan finally snatched himself a girl!” Iwaizumi responds with a swift punch to the gut.

“I….” you can't find the words. You force yourself to smile like it's the only thing you can do. “Haji, that’s amazing!! Who is it? I didn't even know you had a crush…” Your voice falters but you push your words out as if your life depended on it. How did you manage to sound so genuinely happy when it felt like your entire world was about to crash?

Iwaizumi flushes again and you feel jealousy seep in. You so wish it was you that he blushes for. “Haha, yeah. Oikawa didn't know either for once; I didn't tell anyone, you know? Wasn't really sure yet. But it’s Aika-chan.” The way his face lights up burns a hole in your heart.

He even uses -chan for her. How special. The bitter envy feels like acid rising in your throat, and you feel queasy. Like you could keel over, cry, and puke out your guts.

“Ohhh, Aika-san is cute,” you make yourself say.

(Honestly, you're so good at lying and saying this wrong but right bullshit, you’d think you're a sociopathic robot or something.)

“Mmm… don't get jealous though, [Name]-chan, you're cuter!” Oikawa hums and you laugh loudly, hoping that you'll fake it till you make it. “Tell her how it happened, Iwa-chan. It was hilaaarious.”

The poison in you burns harsher but you nod along.

“Don't tell me what to do, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi bites almost playfully, before meeting your blank gaze with his kind, gently blazing eyes that always made you weak. Right now, you were not weak in the good way. “Aika-chan confessed to me yesterday near the sakura tree after we had class together… and I don't know, I guess it really clued me in that the feelings I had were real.”

(Iwaizumi looks so happy and content that it makes you want to be happy too, but you honestly feel like doing nothing but crying.)

“Aww, that's so sweet~” Your voice gets softer and you hate yourself so much for sounding weak.

But before either boy can reply, the panic and agony sets in. You feel your eyes glass up and your body tense, and your mind is begging you not to break down.

Unfortunately, they both notice.

“[Name]-chan? Are you okay?? You look kinda sick~” Oikawa sounds cheery and playful but his eyes convey an undercurrent of worry.

And bless Iwaizumi’s stupidly handsome oblivion, he blinks at your worriedly and puts a hand on your shoulder to steady you. “Do you need to go to the nurse? School’s still open I think, and it's right around the corner-”

Fuck him and his mind-meltingly handsome everything. Just his voice and his sharp gaze makes you want to cry harder and collapse to him.

“I-I have to go, sorry guys,” You fucking despise how cracked your voice is becoming as your facade slips. “I promised Hanae that I'd go get bubble tea with her. See you Monday.”

Eyes stinging, you turn as quick as you can and ignore their confused voices.

(The tears flow like acid and you feel like dissolving from the inside out.)

Months pass and you deny your horrifyingly strong yet compressed feelings.

You greet Aika and Iwaizumi in the hallways, and you know that you're happy because Iwaizumi is, and that's honestly all you could ask for your long-time crush (turned bitter love). You even talk to Aika freely during shared classes, just to disguise your depressing jealousy.

Every time you see them share a discreet kiss or grip each other's hands, you genuinely wish you were dying. It sure feels like you are.

(Like you're drowning, like your lungs are burning up and you're begging for oxygen, begging to breathe in Iwaizumi's love that's reserved for someone else. It hurts a lot but he's happy.)

(So you have to be happy.)

Hanae spares you sympathetic looks. “Come on, wifey-chan, you're married to meee. Get over him, he doesn't deserve you if he chose Aika the troll over you.”

“That's mean,” you sigh and crumble onto Hanae. “Aika-san’s nice. And pretty. And talented. It's no wonder Haji would choose her.”

“Stopppp! You’re so much more than Troll-chan, okay?!?” Hanae’s pep talk is brash, but you appreciate the charm. “If Iwaizumi-kun doesn’t see that, I’ll punch him.”

You laugh lightly at the fact that Hanae had talked to Iwaizumi enough to be calling him kun, but your voice is still heavy despite the sentiment. “You're so weird. But that's why I love you.”

“Of course you do~”

On another innocent hang-out with Iwaizumi and Oikawa, you’re met with abrupt news.

“Aika and I broke up.” Iwaizumi mutters softly.

“Eeeeh?!” You’re shell-shocked again, but you'd be lying if you said you were crushed like last time. “But-- but you guys were doing so well! You were the cutest couple!”

“She broke up with him over text,” Oikawa chimes in and you gape as Iwaizumi punches him again. “Two days ago.”

“She what-”

“She said she wasn't ready for a relationship,” is all Iwaizumi says.

You feel heartbreak and burning pity boil inside of you. “I-I’m so sorry, Haji… you didn't deserve that. You'll find someone better.”

Me. It's me, I promise I won't break your heart the way she did, because you're all I ever wanted.

He nods and for the first time in a while, he hugs you tight. “Yeah..”

It breaks you because it feels so good, his embrace warming you.

But it breaks you more to hear him whisper, “I can’t get over her though.”

(You just wanted him to be happy but he can’t. You can’t fix it.)

“You will,” you breathe out, trying not to let the tears slip. “You’re gonna be okay.”

(You know you’re not.)

But you don’t say that when you feel Iwaizumi’s shaky breath and him muttering, “Thanks.”

“Oh my god, [Name], did you hear about Hajime-kun?” Hanae’s alarmed voice three days later makes you concerned.

First of all, Hajime-kun-- “W-What? What happened now??” Nonetheless, panic still seeps into you.

“Aika broke up with him!!” Hanae seems so worked up over this and you wonder, how close is she to him? “Can you believe it?? She really threw away one of the best people in school!”

Shouldn’t I be saying that…? “Yeah, I know…” you try not to sound too bitter. “But like, it’s not really her fault she wasn’t ready for a relationship..”

Hanae huffs and crosses her arms, leaning onto you. “Well, I mean you’re right, but she shouldn’t have signed herself up for it if this was gonna happen. I feel so bad for him.” You’re about to layer on your argument, but Hanae straightens up and smirks. “See, your man’s single. Shoot your shot!”

“Right after a break-up?? Hanae, you’re batshit crazy-”

“Uh, well, make him like you, then shoot your shot!”

Your head and heart kind of hurts from all this talk about Iwaizumi, no matter how smitten you are for him, so you just blindly nod and agree.

It works for the rest of the day until you get home and cry into your pillow, wondering what to do.

Hope is re-kindled into you.

Over the past two-ish months, post-breakup, you find that comforting Iwaizumi makes you feel much better than wallowing in your self-pity. It’s a win-win: you’re putting even more of his trust into you, you two are getting even closer, and this could quite possibly end up in a great situation.

You melt at the sight of Iwaizumi, and every day you can see happiness soak back into him. Every time he laughs at one of your stupid jokes or grins at you while you rant and complain, you feel like your heart stops out of complete adoration of how stunning he is in every way you can think of.

He isn't perfect, but you think he's the perfect match for you.

And one day, at a study “date” (you try very hard not to take that term to heart!!) at a café, Iwaizumi peers up from laptop and gives you his signature, gruff yet content smile and says, “You know, I don't think I need Aika anymore.”

(You want to kiss him.)

It’s honestly been a shitty time for you and your friends, you realize.

Hanae broke up with her boyfriend, as you would have figured over the past few weeks she’s been ranting to you about how annoying and clingy and overprotective he is, but you found that she broke up with him over text. Oikawa went through three girlfriends in a month, to which he pouted and whined about but you knew he was secretly relieved that he didn’t have to carry more burden. And there’s the whole heartache Iwaizumi thing, even though things have been getting relatively better.

(You also realize amongst all your friends, you’re the only one who’s stayed very, very very single. You hope that’ll change soon.)

Things are going absolutely amazing with Iwaizumi. Even Oikawa’s been smirking at you and teasing you about your “true love” (to which you frustratedly deny but you honestly know that it’s just the truth when you consider your feelings for him). The two of you have felt confident enough to spend time with each other at your respective homes without feeling awkward or the need to have Oikawa there to provide a third wheel. You couldn’t wish for anything more.

So now you’re at a family-friend’s party, lounging on the couch away from the scene, on your phone. It’s so loud, but you’re content and refreshed on all the snacks you’ve practically been inhaling. Your phone pings in your hand and you glance up at the notification you’ve just received.

Oh, a text~

It’s from Hanae.

poopy hanae >:)): [name] are you busyyy

YOU: no not really

YOU: just at a party

poopy hanae >:)): OH okay so um can i tell you something but

poopy hanae >:)): i dont want you to get mad or sad ...so please let me just finish my texts

YOU: ?? yea go ahead , ill wait for you to finish :)

You feel kind of nervous once she puts it like that, but you let her continue.

poopy hanae >:)): remember how after my break up i promised i wouldn’t fall for anyone else, not for a while yk? i promised that to me and him: i wouldn’t let my heart get broken or whatever. but i found out that i don’t think i’ve ever really fallen for my ex. i think i just dated him because i felt bad and felt like i had to date him because i didn’t wanna reject him… but it happened still. but i think i’m in love now. honestly.

poopy hanae >:)): i’ve never felt this way around any guy before, not my ex, not anyone. everytime i see him my heart goes crazy, and i want to talk to him all the time. he’s just so perfect in every way. he’s so smart, he’s handsome as hell, he’s strong and caring… and i promised both of you i wouldn’t fall for anyone else but i broke that promise to him, you, and me. and i think you’ve figured out who he is now.

poopy hanae >:((: i’m sorry i can’t help it. i didn’t want to tell you because that would make our friendship weird but i hope now we’re at the stage where we will still be best friends regardless of him. i’m truly in love with iwaizumi hajime and i’m gonna confess to him on monday (tmr). i love him so much but i want you to know i love you more so he won’t ever get in the way of us. ily <3

The more you read the message, the more it makes you want to cry. Your hand starts trembling around your milk tea and you feel your face warm up, your eyes glassing over and your vision blurring. Stumbling your way into the bathroom, you lock yourself inside, staring at yourself in the mirror. You watch your delicate, shaking features in the mirror as the first bitter tear rolls down your cheek. More tears follow.

Sobs wrack your body and hot tears glide down your face, constantly, like a river. Whimpers escape you, and your lips are cracked and dry, and you keep thinking, Why would she do this to me?

YOU: ahaha it’s okay!!!

YOU: a boy shouldn’t get between us, ly :) make him happy

YOU: you desrvee him mroe than anbyody else

You cover your mouth with your shaking fingers in hopes that the others can’t hear you outside over the music.

You pretend it’s fine the next day at school.

Hanae doesn’t even mention it, but she hugs you a lot more and keeps whispering, “I love you”. The bitterness has sunken in a little bit and you resist the urge to tell her, It doesn’t change the fact that you broke me, but you figure that it’ll be okay.

You’ll just lose your feelings for Iwaizumi so she doesn’t have “competition”.

(It turns out to be harder than you think.)

When you see Iwaizumi at lunch, his smile never fails to make you flush a little bit and make you feel so warm and comfy. When he sits down next to you (!! ahhh!) since Hanae was in line for lunch, he makes a sigh-grunt noise as he nestles his chin into the crook of his palm. Oikawa, bless his dumb ass, sidles down next to you, making a dramatic sigh.

“Did you know Hanae-chan confessed to Iwa-chan today?”

You try so, so SO hard not to tense. “Yeah. She told me a few days ago that she- she was in love with him.”

(The way your voice cracks at “in love” is pathetic, you think.)

You don’t miss the way Oikawa’s face briefly flashes a frown at you before morphing back into his signature pretty-boy smile. Iwaizumi looks a little embarrassed to be talking about this but he nods. “Yeah, she pulled me aside right before lunch and… yeah. It was so embarrassing…” You’re in fucking awe of how cute he is even when he’s distressed, but you remind yourself (with a pang of bitterness) that you aren’t supposed to think that anymore.

“And I turned her down,” Iwaizumi continues, and your ears almost fucking pop at the noise. He- how, what? Why? “‘Cause I don’t know, I never really felt that way about her. I guess that’s why she’s been talking to me more and more lately. She said she understood if I wasn’t ready to move on ‘cause of Aika and stuff, but.. she said something like she’ll change my mind.” He snorts and murmurs, “I don’t think that’ll happen, honestly.”

Oikawa laughs, a peppery laugh accompanied with a side-eyed glance towards you. “Iwa-chan, you’re such a brute~ You sure that’s the only reason you turned her down?”

Iwaizumi lets out a snort again. “Yeah.. I’m over Aika now, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship. Plus, there isn’t anyone that I like like now. Hanae doesn’t stand out.”

The statement makes you crumble on the inside.

You idiot of a best friend. What good are you if you don’t stand up for Hanae?

But it doesn’t matter! He said he has no interest in anyone, including you. Or her. It’s pointless, futile. He never even considered you.

You’re so stupid, so worthless sometimes. You’re the worst. It doesn’t matter if you would go to the end of the world for Hajime. You have to give this up for her. Fight for her because he would never settle for someone like you.

You fight back the sob crawling in your throat, as your self-loathe and intrusive thoughts rain in. You try so hard not to let it get to you, but still-

It’s what Hanae deserves for putting up with you.

“You should give her a chance,” you force a small smile. “I mean, she’s pretty and smart, you know?”

Oikawa gives you a pitying gaze before Iwaizumi shakes his head, his cheek now pressing against his palm. “Nah. I don’t like anyone in that way now, and it’s gonna stay like that for a while, I’d think.”

He doesn’t like anyone in that way.

You shrug and nod, “Fair enough,” but your voice is so much smaller. You love Iwaizumi Hajime so much, and he’s always been your everything. From his habits to his comforting demeanor and his entire profile, he’s always infatuated you and you know that no matter how hard you deny it for anyone, you will never let go of the feelings that shackle you to him like chains.

You love him so much.

But I guess I’ll never win.

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sorry this sucks #this is a mess

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otomehonyaku · 4 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE | RUKI EUPHORIA END (ENGLISH)

♥ MASTERPOST (CLICK FOR OTHER CHAPTERS) ♥

It’s here! This is the ending you get for Ruki when you’ve chosen all WHITE dialogue options! It’s a lil bit delayed because I had some problems with my laptop... Enjoy!

DO NOT REPOST MY TRANSLATIONS ON TUMBLR OR OTHER PLATFORMS, TRANSLATE MY TRANSLATIONS TO ANOTHER LANGUAGE, OR USE MY TRANSLATIONS IN ANY FORM ELSEWHERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. IF YOU ARE CONSIDERING DOING ANY OF THESE THINGS, PLEASE ASK FOR MY PERMISSION FIRST.

*Karl Heinz strikes Ruki, and Ruki falls down*

Ruki: [screams]

Yui: [screams]

Karl Heinz: Well then, Eve. Your verdict?

Yui: Ah… I-I’ll… I will... Come with...

Ruki: ...Don’t go...

Yui: Ruki...?

Ruki: If you think my having to let you go is my fate... then... I’ll prove you wrong.

Yui: It’s no use, Ruki, stay down!

Yui: Hold on to me. Please don’t push yourself too far... (There’s so much blood... coming from his hand, there’s no way I can stop the bleeding...)

Ruki: Even at a time like this... When you’re holding me, I feel at ease... I won’t let go of you. I never thought I’d be apologising to you at a time and place like this...

Yui: I don’t... I don’t want to let you go either. And I don’t want you to apologise.

Ruki: Then... It’s fine...

Yui: Ruki...

***

EXTRA AUDIO: TOUCH THE SPOTS ON THE SCREEN

(Yui’s mouth) This might be the last time, so please, don’t cry, but smile for me.

(Ruki’s chest) I love you. Even if my body is destroyed, my soul will live on inside of you forever.

***

Ruki: Heh, don’t cry. Smile for me.

Yui: (Ruki’s large hand is brushing away my tears. Oh, the hands I love so much...)

Ruki: Yui... I’m grateful that you’ve chosen me...

Yui: There’s no need to thank me. It’s just... I fell in love with you, is all. And you fell in love with me. That’s all there is to it. It has nothing to do with forgiveness, or my choice...

Ruki: I see... Thank you...

Ruki: I love you—[kisses]

Yui: [kisses back] (I can taste his blood...) (But I’m happy. For staying by my side and touching my heart—I’m happy.)

*god-awful high-pitched sound, light starts glowing*

Yui: Huh?

*screen fades to white*

Yui: [screams]

Ruki: What is this...!?

Yui: (Everything around me is lighting up... It’s so bright.)

Ruki: Is the church collapsing? No... Is this entire space collapsing?

Yui: Why...

Ruki: I don’t know... But don’t let go of me.

Yui: Okay. I won’t let go, no matter what happens. (The light is becoming brighter and brighter. My conscience... is fading...)

-LOCATION: SECRET ROOM, INTERIOR LIGHT-

Yui: Nn... Where am I... (This isn’t the church. It’s a room somewhere...?

Ruki: [getting up]

Yui: Ruki!

Ruki: ...It seems like we were dropped somewhere.

Yui: Huh... Ruki, your body...?

Ruki: Yeah, I’m not in pain anymore. The wounds have disappeared nicely. Somehow, it seems like the God of Death resents me. We’ve only narrowly escaped death, haven’t we...

Yui: [crying] I’m glad... I’m so glad. I thought we were going to die just now...

Ruki: You’re still crying? Besides, dare I say the one who healed my wounds was...

Karl Heinz: I see you’ve woken up.

Yui: ...!

Ruki: Lord Karl Heinz...

Karl Heinz: We’re in the Castle of Eden. This room is usually inaccessible.

Yui: Did you... get us out of that place?

Karl Heinz: I suppose so. The Sleeping Beauty wakes up by the powers of a kiss. I saw feelings of love between the two of you that align with that legend. You woke up as a result of that kiss. Not just you, but also all the others.

Yui: Oh... (...! Everyone’s here!)

Karl Heinz: They’ve just fainted. I’ve restored their memories. They’ll wake up as the same old persons they were.

Ruki: Why...? I defied you. I even rejected your proposal to hand over Eve to you. Under no circumstances can I accept your gracious forgiveness...

Karl Heinz: You defied me, but you chose her. That is true love at its finest. It is exactly what I wanted to see. If you really did not wish for Eve to be taken away, please accept that. Even if you’re in denial about certain things. Ruki, you’re a smart boy. You know the meaning of that, right?

Ruki: ...Yes. Even if anyone gets in my way... And even if that is you, for example. I will not let her go.

Karl Heinz: ...You seem to have come to terms with it. I thought one of my sons would become Adam sooner or later. However, the future is always unknown. A future that only I could not see yet. A future in which the one standing next to Eve could possibly be—

*Karl Heinz disappears*

Yui: Ah, Karl Heinz! He disappeared...

Ruki: It seems that somehow everything has turned out alright, even though I haven’t even apologised yet... No, it’s been that way all along... If anyone ever tried, I would never have let you go.

Yui: Yeah...

Ruki: I thought I didn’t have the qualifications to be the one by Eve’s side. However, let’s just be done with that now. The only one that can stand by your side is me.

Yui: Of course. You’re the only one I’d want by my side, after all.

Ruki: Yeah. I understand. So, this is the end of the trial. Let’s wake up the others and go home... To the Mukami mansion.

Yui: Yes!

MONOLOGUE

The sandbox world that tested the love of Adam and Eve. Several days after we’d been removed from that place, we fell back into our unchanged daily life.

It seemed like somehow, the Sakamakis and the First Bloods also each returned to their usual way of life.

However, Kino is the only one whose whereabouts I don’t know... Our connection, if any, might be that we might have met somewhere along the way.

The memories of our days in the sandbox world slowly disappeared into nothingness.

-LOCATION: MUKAMI MANSION-

Yuma: Ah, my meat! Don’t go takin’ it like that!

Kou: But you had too much! Bon appétit!

Azusa: Then, can I also...

Yuma: I don’t have too much! Don’t take ‘em from my plate!

Ruki: Settle down, you three. Keep in mind that there’s a word called ‘manners’.

Yui: Hehe, you’re all eating so much today, I feel like helping out in the kitchen too!

Ruki: I said I’d do it, so you could just stay put and not overexert yourself, you know?

Yui: I’m not overexerting myself, really. I just like being able to cook with you.

Ruki: If that’s alright with you...

Azusa: Somehow, Eve and Ruki... Seem to be getting along better than before.

Kou: I know, right! They’re showing it off so much I’m starting to get fed up with it.

Yuma: Y’all should just get married already.

Yui: Wha...! W-why that all of a sudden?

Ruki: If you say she’s paying mind to me so much, you guys ought to help me around the house a bit more too. We’re too busy looking after you all to have time for anything else.

Azusa: So you mean... If we help you out, you could become Eve’s husband whenever?

Ruki: Who says I’m becoming a husband? That one over there is becoming my wife.

Yui: What!?

Ruki: What? This time around, I won’t accept any objections, you know.

Yui: T-that’s not it, but... (I wouldn’t have thought Ruki would play along...)

Kou: And this is where it’s starting to get TMI... I’m retreating. Thanks for the meal!

Azusa: Well... then, so will I.

Yuma: Welp. At least I’ll give y’all my best wishes.

Yui: Ah, w-wait, you guys!?

Ruki: Well, there they go. Goodness... I always tell them to put their own plates in the kitchen, but...

Yui: I think it’s because you surprised everyone so much, everyone withdrew? I might have been the most surprised...

Ruki: About what? ...Ah, about making you my wife? It’s no big deal, right? We’re both on the same page.

Yui: (He’s decided we’re both on the same page!) (That, or Ruki has become a lot more positive ever since we got out of the sandbox world...) (This is not because of me, is it?)

Ruki: Hey, look at me.

Yui: Hm? What is it?

Ruki: [kisses Yui]

Yui: [kisses back, surprised] Ah... W-why so suddenly?

Ruki: I suppose you don’t know realise much about this whole situation yet. I just thought I’d bring it home to you.

Yui: B-bring it home to me...? You’re being so restless...

Ruki: There’s no mistaking it, right? Do you realise how seriously I’m confronting you right now?

Yui: Huh...?

Ruki: Up to now, I never intended to let you go, even if I didn’t meet the qualifications to be with you. I repeatedly broke the rules, and it never stopped me from running away with you either... However, this time, it’s different.

Yui: Is it?

Ruki: Yeah. I won’t run anymore. I feel no hesitation or guilt when it comes to loving you.

*Ruki embraces Yui*

Ruki: Whether anyone disagrees or praises us, it doesn’t matter to me. I won’t let go of you. That’s what I decided when we were in that sandbox world.

Yui: Ruki...

Ruki: Rather than considering your approval, it’s not like you can run away anymore, right?

Yui: ...Yeah. I won’t run, you know? I’ll be by your side forever. Hehe, when I’m saying it like that, it sounds like I might as well become your wife, right? Being able to be by your side forever, and all. Hey, Ruki. All of this Adam and Eve stuff aside— I love you, Ruki. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Ruki: Yes. Me too. Even if it’s God’s will to tear us apart, we’ll fight it. I’ll cherish these feelings of love for you, and only you, for all eternity—[kisses]

EUPHORIA END

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (5)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 {reading now}

You woke up to an empty bed and cold covers. With a sigh you sat up, wondering where Storm and Z had gone. Grabbing your phone, you shook your head as you read the messages on your home screen.

Babygirl Z <3: Yoooo so we dipped cuz Angus's weird-ass kinda threatened us to gtfo out cuz he wanted to spend time w you but don't tell him I told you that, I don't wanna deal w him

Lil storm!: i think the hood boy in love with you or sum- it's weird.

Angus ☁️: you free today? i got some plans for us so if you ain't you free now

Angus ☁️: i'm playin btw like if you ain't free i can change shit around

You giggled as you heard your nails click against the phone's screen as you sent responses.

-mhm i'll act like i never saw this...have a good day of filming gorgeous <3

-see storm, i highly disagree

-i'm free :) is this a date mr cloud? don’t forget we have filming today

You got up brushing your teeth and washing your face. You waited for Angus's response before picking an outfit for the day, and instead decided on making breakfast for now.

Babygirl Z <3: thanks lovely same to you!!!

Lil storm! laughed at your message

Angus ☁️: shittttt ion know maybe- n yeah ik

-i'm making breakfast, come over if you want

Angus ☁️: food?? i'm already on the way

-my trailer door is unlocked so just come in

A few minutes later you heard the heavy trailer door creak open. You flipped a pancake before turning around and facing the taller man in front of you. "Gooooood morning- you look so tired?"

"Damn, thanks Y/N you look great too!" Angus said sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Boy, I'm kidding." You grinned wrapping your arms around his waist "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept ight, you? Any dream-"

"SHUTUP!"

"I was just checking damn, just checking!"

You let off the hug and walked back over to the stove turning off the burners. "Okay, done! Pancakes and eggs- and fruit! Can't beat that." You made both you and Angus a plate and sat them down on the small table.

You both ate with smiles on your faces, talking the whole time. You learned some more about Angus and his past, and he learned more about you and what you want your future to be like. You couldn't help but laugh when he spotted a carton of store-bought sugar cookies on your counter and insisted he eat at least five. You didn't deny his request, so he polished them off with the rest of his pancakes.

As soon as the breakfast came to a close, both of your phones dinged at the exact same time.

"That's strange," You said picking up the electrical device. You quickly unlocked it as your eyes scanned the screen, and when you finished you immediately looked up at Angus. From the look on his face, you could tell that he clearly had finished reading the message as well.

"So…" he said quietly.

"Yeah."

"Yep."

The text message wasn't too big of a deal, just a simple message from Mary of a suddenly new shooting schedule. You weren't worried until you reached the paragraph that made very clear that instead of shooting you and Angus's sex scenes next week, or possibly two weeks away, they would be shot tomorrow and for the rest of the week.

Shooting the scenes wasn't exactly the problem, it was the caliber of the scenes that you two would be shooting that was the problem. Also the fact- that though there isn't much talking during the sex scenes- you would have to memorize the lines of the new episode. Even though you and Angus were more comfortable with each other, sex scenes were not anything that you two were ready for, you guys hadn't even kissed yet, whether that was a real kiss, or a kiss practicing for the scene.

"I think we need practice."

"I agree."

"So uh..." He turned red as he picked at his nails.

You let out a sigh. "Okay so look. Basically, the scene just consists of me being naked, you being naked as well, but they're going to jimmy rig something so that obviously we aren't actually doing it. Mary told me in my message that I would have some type of pad over my you know what, and you would have some type of cup on."

"But-"

"I'm not done, wait. There are covers over us; so even though I have to give the effect of riding you, I'll just kind of be awkwardly rubbing my padded- you- know- what up against the cup."

"Okay, don't we make out before?"

"Yeah, we do." You stood up and rinsed off the plates. After placing them in the dishwasher, you turned back to your male co-star. "Okay, so it's about 11 AM right now. If we practice our lines, make out some, and I awkwardly ride you clothed in my bed, I think we should be fine..what about your plans?" You asked softly.

"It’s ight, they can wait. But there's another scene- where I smash you from the back. That's the part where I gotta show my cheeks man, damn I don't wanna show my cheeks!"

You laughed a bit "You'll be fine... tomorrow we'll be shooting probably just making out, then the next day the riding scene, and then the day after that more. And I know this seems kind of shitty, but if you read over other peoples paragraphs besides just ours, a lot of their sex scenes were moved up too, and some of the pairings are a bit weird and unexpected."

"Okay let's stop talking about it and just do it."

You nodded and silently walked into your small bedroom, sitting on the messy bed. You hadn't made it because, well you didn't exactly expect to have Angus in your bedroom, let alone to do this.

"So..."

You turned to look at him with a raised brow, "What?"

"So imma kiss you."

Why did that one sentence make your heart. Skip. So. Many. Fucking. Beats.

"Yeah well, that's what the script says right?"

He nodded and licked his lips. "Come get on my lap."

"Why? That's not in the-"

"It'll be more comfortable, especially if we doing this for a minute."

You took in a breath as you went over and straddled his lap, your legs around his waist, and your arms resting comfortably on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck.

You looked into his eyes, and god they were just gorgeous. "Angus.." You said softly.

"Yeah?"

And for .2 seconds you actually debated telling him- telling him that when you kissed him, you didn't want it just to be practice for the show. Telling him that you felt like you lived for the nights that he would facetime you and tell you dumbest shit that would just have you dead tired the next day. Telling him how much he made you laugh, and how it made you so unbearably happy every time you saw his name and knew it was the cause of your phone screen lighting up. Making sure he knew that the past 2 months of your life had gotten so much brighter just because of him.

You didn't though.

But if you had? He would've told you how he felt the exact same way. He would tell you how he loved how your eyes sparkle in the sunlight, how he loved how your nose scrunched up when you laughed. About how you were the only person who would listen to his dumb Mandela effects, even though he knew you didn't believe in all of them. And how it made him blush every time you sent him a mirror selfie on Snapchat for your streak- which he always lost.

But neither of you said anything.

Instead, you made out for a full 32 minutes with absolutely no passion, no lust, no nothing. Too scared to open up to the other due to the fear of rejection.

Until he got hard.

Again.

And that was your little 'ding!' to let you know yet again, 'he wants you.'

So your hips began to move {finally, after 32 minutes of dead nothingness} and you and Angus's lips began to fight for dominance. His hands moved from being awkwardly placed on your sides to under your shirt on your waist. Feeling his hands on your bare skin, you let out a soft moan into his mouth- which you could tell completely caught him off guard.

"Fuck you moaning for?" He teased, still not letting off of the kiss.

"For you."

He bit your lip causing you to moan yet again, your hips still bucking against his hard-on- holy fuck that felt a lot better than it should've. You grinned a bit as you felt his beard brush against your face.

"God. you're so hot."

'Oh my god' you thought, 'It's happening.'

"Baby, I have nothing on you." You replied seductively, sliding your hand down from his shoulder to his crotch.

"Fuck Jess..."

You grinned as he- wait what?

Jess- right, your characters name. Reel it in, you told yourself. This is just acting, nothing more. Just acting. Though you stayed into it, something about him calling you Jess turned you off a bit. After 10 more minutes or so you stopped, getting off of his lap and sitting on the side of him.

“Wel-”

“Yeah, that was good!” You quickly cut him off. “I definitely think our awkwardness has melted away a bit.”

“But don’t you wanna talk-”

“We have some scenes to film at 1, its 12:30 right now so we should head to wardrobe.”

Angus looked at you with a confused expression on his face, but just nodded slowly and stood up following you out.

All you two had to film was the scene of you coming back, so it was a calm and chill collection of scenes to go through. Everything ran smoothly, and by the time you two were done around 9PM, you were as tired as could be.

“You're such a good fucking actress Y/N.” Angus complimented you as you two walked back to his trailer. He offered you to stay over for the night- just to sleep of course- and you couldn't reject the offer even if you wanted to- which you didn't want to. “Thank you,” you replied softly. “You’re quite talented as well.”

“Nah girl, I'm just being me.”

You two went into his warm trailer talking of filming the scenes, and how tired you both were. You both tried to avoid the topic of the scenes you had to film tomorrow and for the rest of the week; though you were supposedly ready, it was a strangely sore topic.

Soon showers were taken, clothes were changed, and all that was left to do was cuddle.

Angus flipped off the lights and then crawled into the bed with you. You moved closer to him, listening to his rapid heartbeat as you traced hearts on his chest. “Night Redhead.” you said softly, placing a kiss against his cheek.

“Goodnight Mamas.”

And as you lay next to him listening to his light snores, you thought about something. You thought about how though today had been so amazing, and finally, you felt as though the awkwardness had melted away… it was all acting.

Angus didn't like you; that's what you told yourself. Any man would get hard if an attractive woman was sitting on his lap, so that was self-explanatory. Any man would call you baby during a heated moment, any man would talk dirty to you in a heated moment. And a good man like Angus would always make you feel comfortable when you practiced for a scene- that's all he was doing, he wanted you to feel comfortable.

You couldn't be hurt about the situation, the whole point of doing any of that was just practicing for the scenes. And after all, Angus called you Jess, not Y/N.

But at the same time, a little part of you wouldn't stop screaming that you really really really wished he had said your name instead. A little part of you-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the soft glow of your phone lighting up along with a light vibration. A smile appeared on your face as you saw who the message was from.

Babygirl Z <3: GIRL

Babygirl Z <3: BABES ARE YOU UP??!

-yeah you okay? what's wrong?

Babygirl Z <3: shit I'm sorry but i have to tell you this

-what's wrong????? are you okay?

Babygirl Z <3: I'm fine but

-?????

Babygirl Z <3: fuck don't hate me ily okay this is for the best just remember that

-Z get to the point...

Babygirl Z <3: okay so...storm and i just did some digging and

-and?

Babygirl Z <3: and we think Angus got a girl back @ home

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spoon-writes · 4 years

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Ends of the Earth | Chapter 12

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Pairing: Mando x OC

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Summary: When Sinead's husband is ripped from her, she escapes the Hutt Empire and goes on a quest to find him. Since being a runaway slave in the Outer Rim isn't exactly easy, she makes the Mandalorian an offer he can't refuse and soon they travel across the galaxy, looking for her missing husband.

Chapter index

Chapter 12 - The Mines of Celvalara

It felt like years, not days since they set out from Celvalara, and Din allowed himself a deep breath as the ship touched down on the moon, letting himself feel the exhaustion that weighed on him like a lead blanket, before steeling himself once again. The mission wasn’t over yet.

A cluster of people had already gathered in front of the ship. A shock of red hair moved through the crowd.

The child cooed when Din picked him up. “Glad to be out of there?” Din asked quietly, looking closely at the little green face, the dark eyes that felt like they could penetrate his helmet and see the real him.

The ramp was down when he got down the ladder, Suri and the rebel had already disappeared into the crowd below and Erno stood at the bottom of the ramp talking with Gatt.

Sinead stood by the opening, looking at Mirian who stood with her back against the opposite wall. “You can’t hide in here,” Sinead said. “Just get it over with.”

Mirian squared her shoulders but no amount of determination could hide her trembling hands, and she hurried down the ramp and gave Gatt one frightful look before elbowing her way through the crowd.

Gatt’s blue eyes followed her niece, a vein popping on her temple. Once Din and Sinead had made it down to the ground, she turned her steely eyes on them. “What the fuck happened out there?” Her hands clenched at her side.

Sinead took a small step forward. “Maybe we should take this inside.”

… … … … …

Gatt drew a hand across her face, breathing deeply through her nose. Sinead and Erno had just finished telling her what happened, with little input from Din, who chose to stand at the back of Gatt’s cramped office. The kid nestled into his arm, seemingly content with just quietly watching what was happening.

“How did you not notice a girl in that tiny bucket of rust?”

"She hid under the main motor, with a breath mask," Sinead said.

"Idiot girl.” Gatt pinched her lips together. “My sister and her bleeding heart of a husband coddled her. She doesn’t know anything about the real world. I'll deal with Mirian later."

Sinead shifted. “She was nearly killed, don’t you think that’s punishment enough?”

"I’m not one to let insubordination slide.”

"She's a child, not one of your men. Isn't that why you don’t want her involved?"

Din felt the change in the room as Gatt glowered at Sinead. He was about to step forward, when the door opened and the politician hurried in, nearly knocking into Din. It seemed like he had a knack for interrupting tense situations. "Ah, there you are! I heard you were back." He tripped around the desk and stood beside Gatt, who looked about as pleased to see him as she was of hearing Sinead's remark. "I assume those are for us." He gestured to the stack of datacards sitting in front of Gatt.

"They are," Gatt said between gritted teeth.

"Marvelous!" He beamed across the desk. "I would like to extend to you my most sincere gratitude for your invaluable help in this, our fight against tyranny. Rest assured, your names will not be forgotten as we continue to work towards a brighter future."

That nearly made Din snort. He wondered what Bal-Sul would say if they pointed out that he didn't know their names, and would like to keep it that way. He'd probably flounder for a bit before trying to change the subject. Politicians.

"I do believe it's time for you to uphold your end of the bargain," Sinead said once Sul-Bal was done with his spiel.

"Right," Gatt sighed, and got up from her desk. She went to the door and bellowed down the corridor. "Sedabb!"

The Sullustan appeared in the doorway, wiping his brow with a trembling hand. "Yes, Commander?"

"Escort these two down to the archive." She looked directly at Sinead. "Do not take them anywhere else. Once they're done, take them to their ship. Do not let them wander, ya hear?"

"Y-yes, Commander." Sedabb's jowls trembled.

"You stay here, Erno," Gatt said, moving back to sit behind the desk. “We’re not done yet.”

Din was glad when the door shut to Gatt's office and he'd be even gladder to leave the moon, but they still had work to do.

Sinead seemed to walk faster as they followed Sedabb into the mine, her eyes shining in the harsh light even as they turned red and irritated from the hot gusts of wind. Din felt the heat too, how it snuck under his armor and made beads of sweat break out on his brow. He couldn't wait to get a moment alone so he could remove his helmet; it felt like he'd lived in his armor for weeks.

They came to an old lift that led further into the depths. It was nothing more than a platform held in place by two cables suspended over a void, no railing of any kind to keep anyone from falling into the deep. Din subconsciously held the child closer.

"It doesn't look like much, but I promise you it's safe," Sedabb said, scuffing the ground with his foot. "Lurian craftsmanship always holds up.” He grabbed a rusty lantern from a hook on the wall and handed it to Sinead.

"I guess we have to take your word for it," Sinead said and stepped into the lift, the movement sending a shudder through the cables.

Din went after her and felt how the platform wobbled with every movement. The child craned his neck to see into the deep.

Sedabb hit a small lever set into the wall and jumped on before the platform started to descend, the movement sending it swinging. Din's heart jumped in his chest and his hand shot out and grabbed Sinead’s shoulder before she lost her balance. On his other arm, the child giggled.

"Sorry about that," Sedabb squeaked. "There’s supposed to be someone manning the lever at all times, but now it’s just me.”

"A little warning next time." Sinead's voice was higher than normal.

"Sorry ..."

Din's hand fell away the second he was sure she wasn't about to slide over the edge. She flashed him a small grateful smile before clearing her throat and looking at the child. "At least he’s having fun."

Carefully, Sedabb picked his way across the platform. "What is it?" He asked and peered at the child in Din's arms, who fought the instinct to shield him from view.

He rolled his shoulders in irritation, about to tell the Sullustan to mind his own business when Sinead jumped in.

"He’s a baby Jawa."

"W-what?"

"That's how they look under their robes. You didn't think they sprang out fully cloaked, did you?"

Din grinned under his helmet.

"Really?" Sedabb stared at the child, his mouth open. "But his eyes aren't yellow."

"They don't start turning yellow before adolescence, see. It's still just a Youngling." Sinead's smirk was visible even in the gloom.

"Why -uh ... why'd you have it?"

"We found him-" she seemed to catch Din's look even through his helmet- "on, uh, Tatooine. Abandoned."

"Oh," Sedabb took off his soft cap and dabbed some sweat from his brow. "That was nice of you to keep him."

The lift moved at a snail's pace. Every gust of wind made it rock on the cable which creaked in the darkness above them and the lamp cast a weak circle of light that barely lit the platform. It grew hotter and a sharp stink of sulfur and rot filled the air.

At long last, the lift touched ground and Sedabb was the first to skitter off the platform and onto uneven ground. "We're here," he said and threw out an arm to gesture at their surroundings. From what could be seen in the low light it looked like more of the same uneven tunnels as before, although the stench of sulfur was much stronger.

Sinead got off the platform and turned on her heel. “Lovely place you got here.” Her voice echoed down the tunnel.

The Sullustan smiled shyly at the ground. “I-I’m the only one who comes down here, really, and Bix of course. You’ll meet him in a bit.”

A small wave of relief went through Din once his feet were once again planted on uneven, but secure, ground. He looked up at the impenetrable darkness above. “You don’t use the tunnels for anything?”

“Um, not really, no. The risk of cave-ins is too big.” He caught Sinead’s expression. “I-I mean most folks can’t navigate this place alone, they’ll wander into an unstable tunnel and boom.” He wiped his forehead again.

“Well, consider me reassured.”

Sedabb wrung his hands. “It’s not far, honestly. There’s nothing to worry about.” He led them down a small tunnel that seemed to be going in a straight line, and it didn’t take long before Din lost all sense of direction in the darkness. Thousands of feet had worn down the ground to a smooth surface.

“You sure you don’t need the light?” Sinead’s voice echoed through the tunnel.

Sedabb was nothing but a silhouette in the darkness. “Oh no, we Sullustan’s evolved underground. Having a light in my eyes would only slow me down to tell you the truth.”

They came to a junction of sorts, a small chamber where more tunnels led farther into the mine. The light revealed old signs in Aurebesh that Din couldn't read in the low light. Apparently, Sedabb didn't need them, because he made his way to one unremarkable tunnel and gestured for them to follow.

“You know what they mined down here?" Sinead ducked under a spiderweb that hung suspended between two rusty beams that Sedabb had somehow avoided.

"Bix knows more about it than I do, really, I mostly map the caves and such. He found some records the other day, about a project they were working on."

"Who's they?" Din asked. His cloak fluttered in the hot wind.

"Oh, um, it was the Empire. They showed up years ago, started up the old mines even though it was too dangerous. Celvalara's structure is already weak, you know, but they just kept on digging. Celvalara's more mine than moon at this point, I always say." He sent a smile over his shoulder.

"What were they looking for? Spice?" Sinead asked.

"Goodness no, we don't have anything like that here. It's hard to say, on account of the Empire leaving in such a hurry. I think- I mean, Bix thinks that they were building some big station called Eclipse.”

“What kinda name is that?”

“Codename, probably.”

Something skittered across the rock and high-pitched squeaks echoed through the tunnel. An upturned cart lay across the passage spilling dirt and rocks on the ground.

"Why would anyone ever abandon a place like this," Sinead said as she skirted around the cart.”

"Haha, yes,” Sedabb said nervously. "It's just through here." He stopped by the same kind of door that led to Gatt's office. This one was propped open by a wrench and warm light spilled out of the gap and it groaned when Sedabb forced it open.

It looked like the room’s original purpose had been an observation deck and not an archive; one of the walls was made up entirely of a thick window looking out into total blackness, and along the opposite wall ran a control panel that stretched all the way up to the tall ceiling. The new occupants of the room had filled it to the brim with stuff; mining tools and equipment, broken data discs, machinery parts spilling foul-smelling oil on the floor, and broken stormtrooper armor was all thrown in a pile in the middle of the room or stacked on every available surface. The fluorescent lights that lined the room had long since died so it was lit solely by flickering lanterns placed wherever there was room on the floor.

A low clicking sound sent a spike of adrenaline down Din’s spine. A creature dislodged itself from the ceiling and landed between the heaps of junk, toppling over a stack of flimsi. Its bulbous eyes narrowed as it looked from Din to Sinead.

Din turned his body to shield the child while grabbing his blaster in a fluid motion.

Sedabb let out a squeak and skittered into Din’s vision. “Don’t shoot! He’s a friend. It’s Bix!”

The Geonosian made a long string of clicks and beat his wings in aggravation. Din sneered under his helmet. He’d only met a Geonosian once years before and he had heard rumors that the Empire had wiped most of them out. Despite everything, he felt a small stab of sympathy.

“Oh, um, Gatt ordered me to bring them down here. They’re looking for someone.”

Bix let out a guttural scream, and the kid hid his face in Din’s arm.

“I’m sorry,” Sedabb winced. “He … doesn’t really like people in his space.”

“You understand him?” Sinead slowly let her hand fall from her blaster.

“Um, yes. It’s not that hard really once you get the hang of it. It’s a bit like binary.”

“Right,” she muttered. Her brow furrowed when she looked around the room. “You found all of this in the mine?”

“You won’t believe how much stuff the Empire left just lying around."

Bix sat down on the only surface not occupied by useless crap, still clicking a long string of nonsensical sounds. The bad lighting cast strange shadows over his twig-like body.

"You know what happened down here to make the Empire clear out?" Sinead crouched down to get a better look at the Stormtrooper armor. She reached out for the nearest helmet, and Bix erupted in a shrill scream. The child cried out and Din drew his blaster.

Sedabb jumped between them again. "Wait! He doesn't like anyone touching his things!"

Getting to her feet, Sinead sneered at the Geonosian. "You don't say!"

Sedabb looked imploringly at Din. "Please just put your blaster down and tell him what you need to find."

Slowly, Din lowered his blaster but kept it at hand just in case the Geonosian went off again. The child made a soft noise and Din held him a little closer while trying to relax his tense shoulders.

“Okay.” Sinead folded her arms across her chest. “Okay, let’s get this over with.” She looked at the Geonosian. “I’m looking for someone by the name of Kyen Beck. He came here along with other slaves from the Hutt Empire, I’m not sure exactly when.”

Bix stopped his clacking and jumped down from his seat, hobbling over to a stack of datacards hidden under a stained stormtrooper chest plate. He started going through them, replacing each one carefully when he was done peering at the name.

“Why, uh, why do you need to find a former slave?” Sedabb’s voice wobbled as he spoke.

“I have my reasons.” Sinead’s eyes followed the Geonosian’s every move.

Din recognized the look Sedabb gave him, he’d seen it countless times before in the faces of his bounties or whoever was stupid enough to hide them. Fear, disgust, anger. The child felt heavy in his arms.

To everyone’s surprise, Sedabb took a deep breath and stood up straight, his entire body trembling with indignation. “Now I-I don’t … I don’t think I can just let you d-do that.”

“We’re not here to-“ Din said before really realizing what he was doing. “I mean … he’s not-“ He stopped short, he’d never before cared what some stranger thought of him so why now?

Sinead tore her gaze away from Bix, her brows furrowed before she caught on. “We’re not trying to bring him back, I swear. I, um, knew him. From the Hutts.”

Her last statement hung in the air.

“Oh. Oh!” Sedabb cast his eyes down on the cluttered ground. “I didn’t know that.”

“So can we maybe …” Sinead gestured to the datapads.

“Ah, yes, right!” Sedabb said and turned to Bix. “Found anything yet?”

The Geonosian made a noise Din assumed meant yes and went over to the control panel that lined the wall where he shoved a collection of metal plates off the console to reveal a dusty screen with a big crack running along the bottom which flickered on with a small pop. Bix slotted the datacard into the console and a row of names appeared on the screen. Sinead rushed forward and Bix screeched again, shielding the screen with his body.

"Alright, fine!" Sinead threw up her hands in defeat. "Just look for Kyen Beck."

Bix warbled something under his breath and turned back to the screen while blocking as much of it as he could with his thin body.

While they waited, Din went over to a hollowed-out astromech propped up in the corner, taking care not to touch anything. Neither Sedabb nor the lone Geonosian was any real threat to him, but every minute staying on this godforsaken moon wound him even tighter with anxiety.

Sinead didn't move a muscle and stared a hole into the Geonosian's back, her face carefully neutral.

Something glinted in the glow from the lamps half-hidden by a moth-eaten uniform of undeterminable origin, and Din pulled it away without thinking and grabbed the small metal disc which shoved two crossed force pikes.

Bix clacked loudly and flapped his wings so hard he lifted a foot off the ground.

"He says that there's no record of a Kyen Beck working here," Sedabb squeaked. "Sorry."

"What?" Sinead strode to the screen and pushed Bix out of the way under loud clacking protest. "He must've been here! Check it again!"

Sedabb raised his voice over the indignant Bix. "I'm sorry, but I did say that some of the records are missing."

"So what? We risked our lives for nothing?"

Din looked down at the emblem. "Maybe not."

Sinead stopped mid-rant. "What do you mean?"

"This." He threw the disc to Sinead. "You heard about Loovria? Used to be a slave hub during the Empire."

She ignored Bix’s angry screams. "Unfortunately, yes." She jabbed the emblem at Sedabb. "Where did you find this?"

"Let me see." Sedabb gingerly took the emblem and peered at it. "I'm not really sure, it could've come from a lot of places."

"But are you sure you found it here in the mine?"

"Oh yes, it's definitely from here."

Din breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe now they could finally leave. "If the Empire dealt with Loovria, he could have been sent there or somebody there might know him.”

Sinead bit her lower lip and looked back at the screen.

"Best lead we got."

"Alright," she grunted, and Sedabb handed her the emblem back, under loud protests from Bix.

"C'mon Bix, it's not like we need it. You didn't even know it was there in the first place!"

Sinead joined Din at the door where she offered Sedabb a weak smile. Din noticed how she drew her thumb across the emblem in an almost trance-like way.

"Thank you," Din said to Sedabb who shuffled a bit on the spot.

"Don't mention it," he said. "We're just happy to help. I hope you find him."

"I do too." Sinead closed her hand around the emblem.

Finally, they could get out of here.

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

They were still here.

A surly dug had informed them as they arrived outside, that he’d been asked to fill the ship with fuel and now Din had nothing to do but wait for him to be done. The child toddled around in the trampled grass on the lookout for anything to examine or eat. Din followed behind him but otherwise left him to his own devices since it wouldn't be long before he was cooped up in a ship again.

Sinead had been quiet on the way back and she had disappeared as soon as they came out of the mine.

The kid tried to climb up a power converter that was connected to half a dozen starships and Din grabbed him before he could electrocute himself. He was about to return to the ship when he heard a familiar voice over the sound of the base.

"I'm glad I caught you before we leave," Sinead said, her voice coming from behind a starfighter.

"I don't wanna talk to you,” Mirian mumbled.

"That's fine, I'll talk at you and you can choose whether or not to listen." There was a slight pause. "I know it feels like you're alone in all of this, but almost getting killed isn't the answer. I honestly don't know if you wanted to help or you were trying to kill yourself, but you can't drag other people down with you: You get that, right? You're not the first one to be trapped against your will and you won't be the last but dying isn't the only way out."

Din knew he should go, but his feet were frozen to the ground.

"A wise woman once told me that no matter what they do to you, as long as you keep breathing, they haven't won. Ever. No matter how much you want to scream and fight back, you keep your head down until you find a moment to strike. I promise it's coming, someday you get to fight back on your own terms."

"And what happens if I can't just sit here?" Mirian's voice was thick with tears.

"You have to. No matter how much it hurts you keep on breathing. And if the urge to stow away on a ship ever gets too strong, find some small rebellion to tide you over. I used to steal, although I have to advise you against taking anything too important. You want to show you're still living, not tank the whole operation."

Mirian made a sound like she was stifling a laugh.

The seemed to snap Din out of whatever kept him there and he hurried back to the ship and tried to tamp down on the uneasy feeling that made his chest feel tight.

Sinead showed up just as the dug hobbled away, and she sent Din a smile that made him look away.

"You ready to go?" She asked.

"Mhm."

"How do you know about Loovria? Been there before?"

"Was there for a bounty."

"Oh."

"A bail jumper hiding out in the capital city. You heard about it too?"

"We all knew about Loovria. No matter how bad we had it, someone always had it worse." She looked down at the emblem still in her hands. “Luria, Loovria. As long as it doesn’t end with us running for our lives.”

"Right." Din grabbed the ladder. "Let's go before they find something else they need us to do.”

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#the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian x oc #mando x oc #din x oc #din djarin x oc #fanfiction #ends of the earth #oc: sinead

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cawthelesbian · 4 years

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Change Of Heart

@literally-ritsu forgot it was Takano’s birthday but fear not. here’s a short fic. its not really takano eccentric but eh.

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The air is frightening outside, leaving countless bodies full of chill and numbness all over as they trudge through the blizzard. Maybe that was a bit extreme but it had been a long time since it was last like this. Snows were piles high, reaching their shins even! They had workers outside on the streets, tossing salt everywhere and shoveling snow to the side so there could be some walkways. No one could say it wasn’t a white Christmas this year.

Ritsu Onodera stood in the craze weather at a bus stop, waiting for the noon ride. He was covered lightly in snow, his brown-colored locks had white sprinkled all across on him and the shoulders of his coat. There he sat with a bored expression. If he felt anything, it was probably annoyance and exhaustion mixed. He wasn’t sure the word for it.

What can he say? He really didn’t want to go home. It was his first year in college and winter break had fallen. Somehow, his parents figured this out and immediately demanded he come home. They probably would have called anyways. Students do always get Christmas off.

His mother claimed they needed to ‘talk’ as if he didn’t know what she was talking about. She was practically ignoring the screaming matches they had over the phone this past week about how she was being controlling, demanding he study this or that, work here or there, and decide who he should marry and who he shouldn’t. She had this stupid idea of how he should live his life and what he was supposedly ‘meant’ to be. He was meant to be a fairly intelligent and charming man who studied Business for his degree with great grades, speculator connections, and the approval of the student body who would end up becoming the CEO of Onodera Publishing and marry his sweet, kind childhood friend An.

Well, he didn’t really turn out that way. He really sucked when it came to science and amth, he was horrible at public speaking. He swore he couldn’t speak a word in front of a crowd without stammering or stuttering or messing up somehow. He barely had what he could call friends, only one person really came close to it. He was studying Literature & Arts, not Business. He was practically unknown by anyone but the certain man mentioned before and his friends. Furthermore, he got panic attacks from the idea of having the responsibility over so many people and the future of an economy.

He wasn’t exactly what you would classify as ‘straight either.

The one man he’s closest to is named Takano Masamune, a junior in his same major. He funnily enough minors in mathematics. The thought of himself ever doing the same makes Ritsu want to barf. The same man was sat beside him on the cold bench at the bus stop, staring out at the icy road as million of snowflakes continue to fall and cover the concrete.

He’s close to what he would call a friend because he is his boyfriend. How did it happen? He’s not exactly sure, he’ll be honest. It just kind of did. Before he knew it, he was forced into a project with the upperclassmen by the professor and the more time he spent with the man in question, the more he found he liked him and his presence. Even though he was completely awkward and embarrassing around him, he enjoyed the time he spent with him. The loud laughter and flushed, aching cheeks were new and refreshing compared to the misery and loneliness he’s known all to well all his life.

It wasn’t too long before Takano noted what was going on. Ritsu was apparently obvious to anyone, especially the upperclassmen. He started doing these things like scooting closer to Ritsu, pulling a loose strand of hair behind his ear, touching him in innocent little ways, and whispering against him. It made him flush all the brighter and lose the breath he was supposed to be breathing. It drove him insane.

“You’ve definitely got a crush on me, Onodera, don’t try to hide it now.” Takano chuckled, smirking smuggling. The sight annoyed Ritsu. He reached out and pinched the bright red, making Ritsu go dizzy. “Let’s go on a date sometime. Hmm, you don’t have anymore classes today right? Great, you’ve got an hour to get ready. Yokozawa gave me tickets to the Percy Jackson Musical, let’s go see it together. Oh, I can’t promise I won’t kiss you. Do you know how hard it’s been these last few weeks to not smother you?”

“I - uh - w-what…?” Ritsu stammered, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

“Cute,” Takano grinned, letting go of his cheek and gently patted his cheek. “Now go on, go back to your dorm and get ready for our first date. Otherwise, I just might make sure you can’t leave this room with a certain mark on your neck.”

Needless to say, Ritsu ran out of his dorm room at the threat. He was highly embarrassed but there was no denying the excitement bubbling inside his heart with each quick thump inside his chest. As Takano predicted, once they stepped outside after listening to the musical and Ritsu started going on about like the nerd he is, he was smothered against Takano, not that he minded. Sure, he was a bit breathless, dizzy, and felt like he was dying at the moment because oh my god, Takano Masamune is kissing me! Otherwise, it was great.

The said boyfriend, five months later, was agitated at his side. He really didn’t want Ritsu to go back home.

“Can’t you lie and say you’ve got the flu?”

“My aunt is a nurse and she never fails to show up for a family meeting, especially a holiday one. She’s a high-profile superior at her work so she always gets them off.” Ritsu snorted.”Plus, I suck at lying. You know this.”

“Why do you have to go? Can’t you just skip?” Takano pouted, making Ritsu smile. “

It is my birthday. I would skip for yours.”

“Mine isn’t on an international holiday that emphasizes family.”

“Oh come on,” Takano turned to look at him, a serious look taking form in his eyes. “You know what this is going to be. You’re gonna go home, I’m gonna go home as well since ‘well, why not?’ and then you’re going to call me in a frenzy after they throw slurs at both me and you, try to pressure you to be some perfect doll, which you are not and don’t want to be, and leave you in a mess. I don’t mind you calling me, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying you could avoid all of it by skipping this year.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Ritsu sighed, “I wish they would understand.”

“Ritsu,” He felt his gloved hand took in Takano’s cold one. How was his hands not numb by now? “They have never understood. They see what they want to see and try to make you what they want. You’re family, Ritsu, not an employee. You have your own dreams, goals, and ambitions completely separate from them. You even have different morals and wants than them, you aren’t the same and shouldn’t be expected to be such. They don’t even know you, Ritsu.”

He couldn’t really deny that, he wouldn’t even if he wanted to. It would be naive and foolish to do so. You can’t ignore the abuse and neglect forever. There comes a time where reality slams you against the wall and makes you open up your eyes. Everything he ever did was for his family, for what his mother wanted him to do. Every school he went too, including his current university, was of her finest choice. Any ‘friend’ he made? She basically forced his way with playdates in the name of gathering ‘good connections’ and ‘social standing’. Always something he never understood as a five-year-old and dreaded when he was older, capable of finally understanding what all her reasons entailed.

“But I would end up causing chaos afterwards and I really don’t want to deal with that over break.” Ritsu sighed, feeling more tired in the snowy wonderland. How he wished he was back at Takano’s dormroom forced into a shared burrito-blanket session with hot chocolate in between their cold hands and stupid Hallmark movies on his cheap laptop. It would be all coy and warm, much preferable to the dreadful weather he’s stuck in now waiting on a stupi bus so he could to a place he’d rather avoid for the rest of his life if possible.

“Have you ever taken a risk in your life?” Takano asked, curious.

Ritsu pouted and looked away.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to take the first one tonight?” Takano asks, falling against Ritsu. He feels the heavy weight of Takano’s head on his shoulder. He smiles to himself, he can be cute when he lets himself be. It’s endearing.

“You’re awfully optisimic.” Ritsu snorts with a silly grin.

“No, you’re just so unbearably pessimistic that logic seems like optimism to your flawed brain.”

“Maybe you’re right on that one.”

“I’m always right.”

“Says the person whose left-handed.”

He got shoved for that one but it makes both of them laugh anyways. What cracks them out of their perfect little joyful bubble is the loud whine of the bus as it pulls up, the doors folding out to open. The old bus driver sits there annoyed, probably from how difficult it is to work with the weather during times like these when your job is driving, in layers upon layers to protect himself from the frightful weather.

“You kids on this bus? Hurry up with your suitcase, it’s cold out here!” He calls, making Ritsu stiffen. “I mean, just look at you two, pale as the snow itself!”

Ritsu breathes in deeply, feeling the weight of the suitcase as he stands up from off the bench and drags it alongside him. He keeps his head bowed as he reaches the creaky, old-fashioned bus doors. He turns as he steps on the first step of three, smiling back at Takano. “I’ll see you later. Can I call?”

Takano lets out a huff, smiling nonetheless, and throws his head back against the bench. Hi body relaxes and slacks against it despite the distrateriously cold weather. “I’d be a jerk if I said no. That’s not a good impression on your folks, now is it?”

It makes Ritsu laugh.

“Get on if you’re gonna get on, otherwise move it. I’ve got a schedule, bud.” The bus driver huffs, impatiently tapping on the wheel with his gloved finger in annoyance. Ritsu stiffens,his heart racing,

“Sorry.” Ritsu says weakly. He steps on board, his suitcase hitting each step as he goes up. He finds himself down the aisle and into a window seat, staring back at his boyfriend who looks so incredibly lazy for once. It makes him giggle. He waves.

Takano, despite his distaste for his decision, waves back with a smile.

That warms his heart up more than the built-in heaters of the bus.

The bus goes off, Takano is passed by, completely out of his sight. He sits back, releasing a long sigh. He closes his eyes and just lets himself breath in and out.

The bus seat is scratchy and feels stiff against his body but that’s okay. He’ll get home soon, in about two hours.

‘Home’. That’s what he’s called it. It’s a prison if anything. He’s learned that ever since he started living on his own. The freedom that came with it was so unexpected and invigorating left him high on it initially but as time passed, it was just the same.

Until Takano. He didn’t avoid him because of his blood nor was he easily scared off when his family threatened him. If anything, that made him want to stay closer to Ritsu. In reality. Takano is what Ritsu considers to be a true version of home for him.

He’s apologized and bent over backwards for so many things he’s never wanted to. There were things he didn’t and did regret because of these unrealistic expectations. The memories make him clench his fist against his knee where it formerly laid relaxed.

He wants to laugh and cry at the thought of what he’s walking back into. What will he do there? Simple, what he always so. He’ll swallow his words, trying to keep a smile on his face without choking on the traumatic feelings that squeeze his heart unfairly. He’ll remember what it is like to learn to be silent, to be nothing but a doll again despite fighting it all this time while he was away. He can’t deny that he’s a coward, it’s true.

“Hush Ritsu, dear, we just want what’s best for you. We’ve thought long and hard about this. We know it’s good for you. Let’s not have this conversation here, dear, it’s not very becoming of you. Your public image has been untarnished for now, we need to keep it that way.”

Words, questions, and topics that you don’t mention and if you dared to bring them up, expect everyone in the room to look at you like a glorified freak who has said the worst crime of all. You just need to be quiet, close your mouth and swallow your pride.

Swallow your self-worth and make it disappear. You don’t need that. You’re nothing but a puppet for them to play after all.

You’ll never know if you’ll survive this; it’s really an endless battle within and outside yourself.

“I think your mind is interesting, maybe a little crazy. Nothing can be truly seen without a little bit of color, right?” Takano nudges him, making him blush and look down at his Plato textbook. “You should talk more, I like how unruly and fast you are about it. It’s cute at the very least. I want to know what that head of yours is thinking, Ritsu Onodera.”

He blushes at the memory resurfacing. God, he regrets getting on this bus. He wishes he had just given in.

“Last stop before I get into Osaka, anyone getting off?” The bus driver calls, loud and throaty. Much as he dislikes that type of sound, he feels a spark of hope in him. Maybe he could head back. He stands up. “Ugh, of course it’s you, kid. Come on, off.”

He nearly trips down the stairs but that’s okay because he doesn’t fall and he finds himself on the corner of 7th street. That’s not too far from their university. It’s about a thirty-minute walk or a ten minute drive on a highway.

Oh god, his mother is going to kill him. He hears the door close loudly behind him and the whine of the bus as it drives off. He is so dead when she calls but he ignores that in favor for calling his boyfriend instead. This will be a surprise.

“Already calling me?” Takano laughs into the speaker. “What, are you hitchhiking or something?”

“...maybe?”

“...what.”

“I’m, uh, at Cherry 7th street?”

“I know I have said this before but I might be in love you.” He can hear how breathless Takano sounds. He can tell he’s throwing his jacket back on by the sound of the zipper.

That makes Ritsu laugh.

#Sekaiichi Hatsukoi #sekaiichi nostalgia #Ritsu Onodera #Takano Masamune #takaritsu #birthday fic #au #college au #tw neglect #tw abuse #mentions of it #not direct examples

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notimetoblog · 5 years

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Pleasure and Business

Summary: Notoriously serious James Barnes has been CEO at his company for a few years now. One day he seems a little different, seems a little happier, and no one really understands why.

A/N: Ok.... so..... lol this story was born out of those brand new Sebastian Stan pictures. He gave me such a CEO vibe that I knew I just had to write a fic for CEO!Bucky!! I had a lot of fun writing it so I really do hope you guys enjoy it! I hope your weekend is lovely and as always thank you so much for reading :D

“Good morning Mr. Barnes,” Bucky hears his receptionist, Deborah, greet him from behind her desk. Her white hair nicely framing her face, gentle blue eyes behind her large glasses. A telling smile appears on her face as she takes in his presence. “Having a good morning?”

Deborah had been behind that receptionist desk for years before he had taken over the CEO position at this company. For years she had greeted him warmly only to receive a rushed hello on his way to his office where he would lose himself behind paperwork and a never-ending stream of phone calls.

But today was different.

Since he had woken up that morning, he knew his disposition would be different; lighter and tons more positive. It was no surprise that Deborah would notice. She was the first person at the office he would rush past, the first person he would often act distant towards.

“You could say that,” he smiles, not missing the way her face lights up in surprise at having him linger around her desk instead of speed walking into his office. She would usually have to call the phone inside his office to read him his schedule, a peculiar routine they had developed when she noticed he wouldn’t stay around her desk much after arriving.

“Good to hear,” she replies, gently pushing up her glasses, gaze dropping to read his daily schedule on her computer screen. “I hope the whole day is good to you. Although, I’m sorry to say your schedule seems rather busy. You have back-to-back meetings between 9 and 12. Then I’ve managed to work in a whole hour for lunch, but right after you have a skype call set up to London, and finally the meeting you’ve been prepping for a month.”

“Sounds good, Deborah. Thank you.”

And with that, he makes his way to his office. A few employees littered the hallway between reception and his office all murmuring between themselves. No doubt they had also noticed the difference.

Bucky had heard it all during his time as CEO. He had listened to the whispered remarks of how much of a hard-ass he was, how he needed to get a hobby to de-stress, or maybe even just quit being such a jerk all the time. He never meant for his reserved demeanor to be taken as standoffish, but that was usually how it was received. In his mind, he was nothing but professional. Keeping his mind where it should be at work; developing good business strategies and making sure the company was meeting its short and long-term goals. Between meetings, calls, business trips, and paperwork, he had no time to stop and socialize with the employees always zipping through the busy hallways of his office.

So just like he had not been surprised with Deborah’s reaction, the whispers he managed to pick up on his way to his office was nothing but expected.

“Is he actually happy?” he heard one employee whisper to her friend, promptly receiving an elbow shove when the friend noticed she might have whispered a tad too loudly.

“He must’ve taken something in the morning. A buzzed boss? Sweet!” whispered another, almost making him chuckle.

Still, he held fast unto the somewhat serious expression he still had, only letting himself fully smile when he hears the door to his office click closed behind him.

With his back pressed to the door, he takes in the mess of papers scattered all over his desk. He was usually much neater, but last night he had rushed home, not a care in the world of what his office looked like.

He couldn’t complain about his office, though. It was messy, but enormous, ample room for a large desk and an equally large bookcase behind it. He didn’t get to read much, if at all, with his busy schedule, but when decorating the office, a good source had told him to keep books around him that reminded him of good things. This, he was told, would give his office a more homey touch, something to make the workplace a bit more appealing and comforting. It was hard to say how much it had worked as his day was filled with never-ending stress, but he couldn’t deny he would find himself staring off into the bookcase behind him, eyes scanning the spines of the book, memories flickering through his mind as he remembered why each book had been given its place along the shelf.

To the right of the bookshelf, he had placed a large plant. They bring warmth and life; he had been told, so he had set it beside the large window where it would receive enough sunlight. You could even name it, his trusted source had said, and although he had never admitted it, he had given it a name.

Stepping away from the door, he made his way to the mirror he had put up. Yes, your office is large, but a mirror would make it look even larger, was the advice he received. So, without hesitation, he had put up a large mirror.

He looked at his reflection, straightening his tie, and even he had to admit his eyes definitely looked brighter, his posture more relaxed. Even in a stiff business suit, in his favorite shade of navy blue that contrasted the light blue shirt he wore, the difference was more than evident.

Lost in his thoughts, he slightly jumps at the sound of his office phone.

“Yes, Deborah,” he says, sitting in his chair and mindlessly rearranging the mess of papers on his desk.

“Your 9 o’clock is here, Mr. Barnes. Are you ready for them?”

“I am,” he lies, now more hastily tossing papers here and there to make his desk seem somewhat more presentable. “Send them in.”

A minute later he hears a timid knock, followed by Deborah’s head peeking out from behind his office door.

“Mr. Barnes,” she greets him once more. “This is Mr. Wilson.”

“Thank you, Deborah,” he says, standing up to greet Sam Wilson.

The meeting with Sam had gone as expected. He had heard a lot of his larger than life personality, his friendly disposition, and his alleged charm. The personality, Bucky had noticed, in fact, the entire city of New York had noticed, but the charm must’ve gone over his head. Never in his life had he been in a meeting with more jokes than the one he had just had with Sam Wilson. Sam’s laugh would erupt in ways that had Bucky wondering just how much of a business meeting this was and how much of a stand-up audition it was. Still, Bucky had managed to bring his company one step closer to working with Sam’s, a deal that would most definitely be beneficial to both but that much to Bucky’s dismay would most likely require another meeting.

Sam’s deal, though, would be no match to the agreement he could close later that day. His last meeting of the day, as Deborah had mentioned, had taken a month to prepare for. He knew everything had to be just right for things to go in his favor and something deep inside him told him he would get his way.

His 10 o’clock meeting had hit a few bumps, but it hadn’t been a total disaster. It had gone on for longer than expected, so the hour Deborah had carved for his lunch had been cut short to just 20 minutes.

Practically scarfing down the lunch Deborah had ordered him he rushed to the mirror once more, making sure his teeth had no traces of the meal he had just practically swallowed whole.

“Hi Suzannah,” Bucky says, his business voice present as he greets his long-term business partner over Skype.

Suzannah was a boss if ever he knew one. With a no-nonsense attitude, she overlooked the European branch of the company without batting an eye, raking in numbers that cemented her position as someone not to mess with.

“James,” she greets him, eyes flitting between the camera on her computer and the paper on her desk. “I have good news to share, but that’s come to be expected hasn’t it?” she asked in her British accent, a slight smile on her lips.

“We’ll see,” Bucky replies. “How has the quarter treated you in sunny London?”

“I never get tired of that joke,” she deadpans, clearly not very amused at his jab at the London weather. Knowing Suzannah for such a long time and being in constant communication with her let him feel more at ease around her. His business demeanor had slowly broken down allowing Suzannah to be one of the few people in the company to know him a bit more personally. “Makes me almost as happy as the 5% profit increase, I just saw in my numbers.”

“5%, huh,” he begins. “I was expecting ten if I'm honest.”

“Guess I should’ve let one of the many companies that have reached out swoop me away from you since I'm such a letdown to you and your expectations,” she replies, an unmistakable teasing tone in her voice.

“Would’ve just been a disappointment there.”

“Is little James feeling intimidated by his meeting today? Is that why you're more of a bother than usual? I’m sure she’ll be nice to you, James.”

“I’m not nervous,” he states, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him. “And I know she’ll be nice. She really has no choice.”

“I’ll beg to differ. The fact that you’ve been preparing this meeting for a month really doesn’t do much to help your argument that you’re not nervous.”

“I always like to be prepared.”

“How long did you take to prepare for this meeting?”

“This is more of a check-in. You know, to make sure you haven’t finally driven the European branch into the ground.”

“Wanna practice?”

After a beat of silence, he admits.

“I practiced every day before falling asleep, in the shower, on the drive to work. I don’t think I can practice a lot more than I have.”

“Remember it’s only the future of the company that’s at stake.”

“Thank you for that. I really needed to be reminded of that.”

“And also, that this could be your first major deal as CEO, or your biggest failure.”

“Why don’t you go enjoy the sun? I’m sure it’s shining brightly outside your office right now.”

With a chuckle, she replies, “You do realize there is a time difference, right? And that the sun is setting. Also, I should expect my employee of the month award, cash prize preferably, sometime in the mail, right?”

“Sure,” he says with a smile, “I’ll approve the transaction as soon as you get me that 15% increase, I asked for.”

“You said 10%! But I’ll hold you to it! Don’t test me, Barnes!”

“I’ll be ready to sign the approval. Goodbye Suzannah. She should be here any minute now.”

“Good luck and don’t mess this up!”

Now all he had to do was wait. He should be going over the papers still shoved on the side of his desk, but the thoughts in his mind had begun to race.

Ever since he had woken up, he had been looking forward to this meeting. She would be here, sitting right in front of him, and the future of his company could be significantly secured and improved. His entire mood had shifted, the whole office had noticed, and now he was minutes away.

Again lost in his thoughts he jumped at the ring of his office phone.

“Yes,” he says, voice hinting at his excitement.

“Your last meeting of the day is here. Should I send them in?” he hears Deborah’s polite voice on the other side of the line.

“Yes,” he says again unable to answer much more.

Like, before, a timid knock came a minute later followed by Deborah introducing his guest.

“Please have a seat,” he says, letting her into his office and offering her a chair. “It’s nice to see you.”

Dressed in a black pencil skirt, a white blouse delicately tucked into it and creating a lovely shape on her; she walked over to the chair, her heels hitting his marble floors filling the room with soft little clicks.

“Nice to see you too, James,” she smiles as she takes her seat, her eyes wandering to the bookshelf behind him. “You have so many books.”

“I do,” he agrees, his own eyes flickering to the shelf. As if on instinct, he gets up, his fingers automatically pulling a book out. “This one might be my favorite, actually.”

“The Time Traveler’s Wife?” she asks, an amused look in her eyes, her finger flipping through the pages of the book. “Didn’t think you’d like this kind of book.”

“Someone important told me I should fill my bookshelf with books that remind me of happy times, of home.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. Someone very important.”

“And that plant?”

“What about it?”

“Does it have a name?” she asks, her lips turning up into a beautiful smile.

“If it does, I might share it with you after we close this deal.”

“You’re confident this deal will close?”

“I close all my deals.”

“I’ve been given instructions to make this as hard for you as possible. You understand I have to follow directions, right?”

“And just who is giving you these instructions? I thought you were the boss, the number one.”

“I am,” she replies, setting the book down on his desk. “But sometimes it’s fun to play at these meetings. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”

“So, what are you thinking of doing?”

“I don’t know,” she says, standing up from her seat and wandering over to the mirror on his wall. “This mirror does make your office a lot larger.”

“I know,” he replies, following her to where she now stood. “The same person that told me about the books told me about the mirror.”

“They must know what they’re talking about. They give fantastic advice.”

“They do,” Bucky says, stepping closer. “Saw them this morning, actually. They advised me to wear this blue suit. Thought I might be able to woo in this deal with my killer looks.”

“I don’t believe they mentioned anything about your killer looks,” she smiles, turning to face him. “That just sounds like your ever-expanding ego talking.”

“I’ll have you now my trusted advisor is head over heels for me. She adores me and constantly mentions how handsome she thinks I am.”

“Poor girl must not know how much of a mess her boyfriend keeps on his desk.”

“That,” he says before a chuckle escapes past his lips. “That is just a one-time thing. I swear I’m much more organized.”

“A little defensive, are we?” she laughs, walking past him toward his plant.

Instinctively he follows her close behind, an easy smile on his lips as she touches the large leaves.

“You know what I heard today?” She asks suddenly, eyes scanning the leaves.

With a shake of his head, he silently answers her question. Not hearing a response, she turns to him.

“Your whole office is abuzz. Every employee whispering here and there about how happy their boss seems. How much younger he looks. A few girls, I’ve heard, are gushing at how now they can definitely see themselves with the infamous James Barnes. How when he smiles, he doesn’t look as intimidating as before. So yes, with that charming smile and blue suit he can totally ‘get it’,” she says, forming air quotes around the last two words.

He can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from deep inside his chest.

“It only took me five minutes to get from my car to the reception, and in those five minutes I’ve heard things I never have in my life heard about other CEO’s.”

“Like what?” he prompts, loving the teasing glint in her eyes, the playful tone in her voice.

“What, you need more than girls saying you can ‘get it’?”

“My expanding ego demands more,” he laughs.

“You might be proposed to before the end of the day.”

“Is that a promise?”

“What I’m curious about,” she says, sidestepping his teasing comment. “Is why all of a sudden their boss is so happy. What on earth is making Bucky Barnes smile for what appears to be the first time?”

“How do you know I go by Bucky?” he asks, eyebrows quirking up.

“Lucky guess,” she giggles.

“I don’t know,” he lies, stepping closer to her, almost caving to the need of wrapping his arms around her. “Must have something to do with the stunning woman who promised to propose to me before the end of the day.”

“I never promised.”

“Bold of you to assume I was talking about you.”

He lightheartedly flinches as she raises her hand to hit his arm playfully.

“So that’s it? A pretty woman schedules an appointment with you, and suddenly you’re all smiles?”

“Has to be one specific woman, but yes.”

“And who’s that?”

“I dunno,” he shrugs. “Just the love of my life.”

Left without words, she timidly drops her gaze choosing to focus on her shoes.

“His name is Frankie, by the way,” he points to the plant. “I think I just closed my deal.”

“Haven’t even covered actual business details and you just assume? Rumor has it you’ve been preparing for this meeting for a month.”

“Here are all the details we need to cover. Are you ready? Your business and mine together mean magic. You have everything I need, believe me, and I can give you exactly what you’re looking for. I am confident about that last part too.”

“What about numbers? Have any for me?”

“Sure,” he smiles. “I’m 100% confident I can fulfill everything you want me to.”

“That easy, huh?” she asks, sizing him up with just her gaze.

“That easy,” he confirms.

“Care to demonstrate?”

“With pleasure,” he responds, finally closing the distance between them with a single step.

He lets his arms wrap around her waist, hands gliding over the delicate material of her blouse. He drinks in the gasp he manages out of her as he lets his lips crash onto hers. Slowly, he walks them both away from the corner of his office next to the plant, his arms securely around her, as he makes his way to the wall by the door.

Pressing her against the wall, he finally lets his hands roam down her skirt, feeling every inch of her within reach.

“Just had to wear this skirt,” he says, breaking the kiss for a second. “And those heels?”

“You’re wearing that suit. Needed to make sure I looked just as good.”

Letting his lips retake hers, he deepens the kiss, melting at the way her hands now played with his hair.

“We do really need to talk numbers, Buck,” she says breathlessly, parting from the kiss much to his disappointment.

“I know,” he replies. “I have a whole presentation for you, but just come here,” he says, pulling her close again. “Not every day I have you in my office, doll.”

And she lets him kiss her to his heart’s content. There pushed up against the wall, she lets his lips roam her neck, her jaw, lets him nip at her ear lobe, and passionately drink in every tiny noise he brings out of her. She lest him kiss her deeply and tenderly as if they hadn’t seen each other and kissed each other goodbye just this morning.

Because somehow this situation has made a mess of both of them. Somehow, the fact that no one outside the door she’s pressed up next to knows about them, knows that they are in here getting lost in each other’s lips, knows that no actual business is taking place, has driven them to madness. Something about the fact that here they are, at the top of their professional game and desperately in love makes this meeting so much fun.

“All smiley just for me,” she teases when they part for air. “Who knew James Barnes, CEO could be such a sap. You saw me this morning you goof.”

“Yes, but just the thought of seeing you again makes me happy. You do know I’m entirely in love with you, right?”

“I think so, yes,” she laughs. “Maybe try smiling more even if I don’t have a meeting with you. But stay away from the girl at HR, she’s the one that seemed that most excited about your smiles.”

“Copy that,” he smirks, placing one last kiss on her lips before stepping away. “Should we talk numbers now?”

“Lets,” she agrees, smoothing out her skirt and blouse. “And Frankie is an adorable name,” she beams.

“Like it?” he chuckles as he arranges the papers he had prepared for their meeting. “It just looks like a Frankie. And how about the book? Would it be one of your favorites, perhaps?”

“It’s almost as if you know me, Mr. Barnes,” she smiles, taking a seat across from his desk.

“Nothing reminds me more of home than you, darling, so I had to be sure you were represented.”

“You are a charmer, aren’t you?”

“You know who is not a charmer?” he asks, a suddenly serious expression on his face. “Sam Wilson. The way you spoke about him, you had me thinking he was a prince. Guy threw in more jokes than I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“Sam is a great guy,” she laughs. “Maybe you’re jealous.”

“Shall we talk numbers?” he asks again instead, but she doesn’t miss the smile that threatens to appear on his lips.

“Yes,” she replies with a soft chuckle.

Back at home, they forget all about the numbers discussed. They forget about the details they still have to iron out. They forget about the contracts they have to draw up now that they’ve reached a deal. Instead, they choose to lose themselves in each other again. Choose to explore not a business, but every inch of their bodies. Choose to celebrate the only way they can think of; in each other’s arms knowing that business would be so much more pleasurable now that they would both be a part of it.

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jinkisbelly · 4 years

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Solace 2/?

Pairing: Onew/oc, Onho

Raiting: pg:13 for the moment

W/c: 2k

Summary: All Jinki has ever known is written away with a few signatures arranging his mating with the future Chief of Pack Choi.

Warnings: Mpreg, omegaverse, you know the deal

First part

Can read on Ao3 and AFF as well

Jonghyun gently tossed another log onto the fire before returning to his seat beside Jinki, who handed him his plate of food once again. The moon was pretty, even with how little of it was illuminated up in the sky. There were three other fires in a half-circle at the base of the mountain. Farthest away were most of the pack Choi’s guards, then the most senior members of their pack directly to the right of the firepit they were sitting around. To their left was another group of guards from Jinki’s pack, all volunteers to protect him. Around this small fire with him was Jonghyun and his two closest guards, Kibum and Jongin, all betas. He had known all of them for so long, he was extremely relieved they all wished to come with him.

Starting in the morning they’d head up the mountain, beginning the harshest part of their journey. A part of Jinki was excited, for he had already added five new flowers to his journal, the delicate petals pressed between it’s pages. The bigger part of him was uneased. He could feel the beginnings of his heat, the tingles along his skin, the headache that always formed leading up to it, and dull ache all over his body. It was coming, and it was soon, and Jinki wished with all his might he could be back home in his nest, safe and warm.

He looked up from his now empty plate when Kibum growled from his position to the left of him. Following the gaze of the guard, he found his intended mate's younger brother, Minho. He flashed a little smile, a bowl held in his hands. “I just came to see if you wanted more stew.”

“No, thank you.”

He bowed his head, the firelight flickering over his soft features. “We have extra blankets if anyone may need them. It’ll get colder here than you’re used to.”

Jinki placed his plate on the ground beside him, folding his hands in his lap and nodding with a smile. “If you could have them brought over, I’ll pass them out to my men. Thank you.”

“Will do.”

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Jonghyun leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, gazing as Jinki stepped over to take the blankets from the younger Choi brother. While both of the brothers were Alphas, there was something about Minho that made Jonghyun less likely to want to attack him if he got close to Jinki. Sooner or later, he’d figure out the skin-crawling feeling he got around Myungdae, but until then he’d focus on making this as easy as possible for his friend. As Jinki walked toward the fire their other guards were to pass out blankets, Minho bowed his head in Jonghyun’s direction before heading back to his family.

Jinki had barely had time to wrap his extra blanket around his shoulders and return to sit on the log before Jonghyun was commenting. “He seems nice.”

“Who?” Jonghyun tapped the blanket tips brushing against his thigh with how close they were sitting. “Oh, Minho? Yes, he does.”

The tips of Jinki’s ears were a bit red in the light of the fire, but whether that was from the conversation or the nip in the air, Jonghyun couldn’t tell you. “It’s alright to find him pretty.”

“Jonghyun!” Jinki hissed, elbowing him hard into the side. “I’m to mate with his brother.”

“There’s no harm in looking!” He huffed, scowling as he rubbed his side. “Why must you hurt me?”

“Not my fault you bruise like a peach, Jongie.”

He wheezed dramatically. “So mean.”

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Laying over his thighs were his arrows as he ran his fingers over them before choosing one to inspect more closely. The leaves crunched under the pair of boots stepping into his peripheral vision, but before he could look up, a deep voice asked, “What do you need a weapon for?”

Following the boots up long legs and finally up to a very serious scowling expression twisting a handsome face. “What is the reason most people have weapons, Myungdae?”

The Alpha scuffed, arms crossing over his chest and the leather of his jacket creaking at the motion. “You have no need to defend yourself. That’s what the guards are for.”

“I’ve saved many of the people who volunteered to come with me to your Pack. Maybe you’ll be the next person that me having a weapon saves.” With a shrug, Jinki deposited his arrows into the quiver and threw it over his shoulder as he stood with his bow in his left hand. A small smile is flashed up at him, a hand moving across his chest as Myungdae’s hands fall to his sides once again. The scowl melted from his face, dark eyes flicking up from Jinki’s hand to his face. “I think you should go check on your horse.”

“Why?” Myungdae breathed out, breath swirling slightly visible in the cool morning air.

“Because your horse just ran away from your servant.”

“WHAT!”

If asked, Jinki did NOT giggle as the man twisted roughly and sprinted toward the escaping horse.

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The snow was heavily falling now, shelter shifting from bedrolls and fur skin tents to caves. Minho leans against the front of it, the stone was cold and rough against his side, as he watches the omega and his beta friend throwing snowballs at each other down the slight hill from the cave. It’s obvious neither have seen snow, let alone this amount of the white freezing substance. It’s easy to fall into his thoughts about the omega, Jinki he reminds himself. He shouldn’t indulge in such thoughts, about how pretty the man is or how much he wishes he could ask what the beads in his hair mean, because he’s promised to his older brother. From the moment he had seen Jinki in that Great Hall, he was smitten, but he hoped the infatuation, the attraction, would go away as time kept moving.

He knows his brother has stepped up just behind him even before the man speaks. “Why has the hunt been canceled?”

Without looking away from Jinki, who was laughing as he fell backward into the snow after taking a snowball to the face, Minho pointed toward the fire pit just outside of the cave. The fire pit had been dug into the frozen ground and taken care of for years, to help cook meat and other things during travels up and down the mountain. “A buck was already shot for dinner.”

“Who?”

“Your future mate.”

“What?” Minho finally slipped his gaze from the scene before him to look at his brother, raising an eyebrow as the man continued. “Who gave him the authority to go hunt?”

“He was playing, Brother.”

“Playing?”

“Yes,” Minho gestured with an open palm to the source of the distant laughter, “Playing. Before anyone could think of assisting he had the buck skidding to a halt in the snow. Charged in because of the commotion it seemed.”

Minho wasn’t sure what he expected, but his brother giving a bark of a laugh was not it. “Nice try to pull one over. I bet it was those two tall guards of his.”

“I assure you it was him. I saw it with my own two eyes.” Myungdae pressed his lips together, brow furrowing. “It seems you got yourself a very capable mate.”

He shook his head in disbelief as Myungdae twisted on his heel and headed deeper into the cave. Minho turned his attention back onto the wolves playing down below and smiled as the scene of a very damp Jinki scaling the hill came into view. He wiggled out of his jacket as he took a step closer to greet them. Jinki looked up, cheeks and nose red, his ears sticking out from his hair the same shade of rouge. “Hello.”

“Here, this will help.” He pushed it once more when Jinki tried to refuse. Minho only let his hand fall back to his side after the man had taken the piece of clothing and pulled it on, his damp furs being passed to the Beta beside him.

“Thank you.”

“You need it more than me. Go sit by the fire to dry off completely. Food will be ready soon.”

As Jinki walked away, holding the jacket tight around his shoulders, he glanced back, a smile on his face. So damn pretty, Minho wished he could scream. This was bad. Very bad.

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There were a dozen or so guards still awake, some at the opening of the cave and a few patrolling the land outside. They were half of his own people, the other from the Lee’s. He didn’t hold it against the other pack for not trusting his pack with protecting them all. Minho lazily moved his eyes over the cave, expecting only to see people in varying positions of slumber, but as far as you could go up against the wall, was Jinki sitting up. He had a lantern to his left, hair gathered over his right shoulder and fingers moving through the strands doing something it was too dark to make out. Against Minho’s better judgment he found himself pushing up from his sleeping bag. Making his way over without stepping on someone was a feat, but he managed.

Jinki slowly looked up and it was unfair how beautiful he was even in the simple flicker of lantern light. Minho’s heart did the flipping thing as Jinki smiled. “I didn’t think anyone else was awake.”

“I find it hard to sleep in caves.” Minho quietly states, running a hand through his hair nervously. “The echoes freak me out.”

“Ah.” Jinki’s hands had fallen into his lap, covered by a blanket. For some reason, he looks to his right at whoever is sleeping beside him, before looking up with an even brighter smile. “Playing in the snow earlier has messed up my braids. You’re welcome to keep me company while I rebraid them.”

Folding his legs underneath him, it’s easy to relax across from Jinki. It’s then he sees the small blue bag, a few beads visible in the opening. “If you don’t mind me asking, what are those beads for? I see many of your people with them.”

“Oh, these?” He lifts the one he just removed from his hair between his finger and thumb. When Minho nods, he continues, “Each is handmade, with a different symbol depicting a feat you’ve overcome. You must earn each one.”

“And yours?”

Jinki picks the small bag up into his lap to pick one out, twirling it for a moment before holding it out. Squinting Minho can make out what looks like three rippling lines. “I got this when I swam the Rushing river upstream.”

“What purpose is there to swim upstream?”

“Gives you great breath control and upper body strength, but it’s mostly a right of passage a lot of wolves take in my pack. Or try to at least.” The bead was replaced, another picked up in it’s place. This one is handed to Minho, to roll down until it stops in his palm. He can feel how important each bead is to Jinki, it makes him grip it a little tighter as he turns it to see the symbol. On this one was a single curved line, a straight one bisecting it perpendicularly. “Archery. The higher you get in the trials, the more lines you have bisecting your bow on the bead.”

“What’s your highest trial?”

“8.” A soft rouge brushes across his cheeks and nose, as his head dips. “I had to get another bead, the lines were too much for one.”

Minho gently grabs one of Jinki’s hands, carefully placing the bead in his palm before curling his fingers around it with a smile as the man meets his gaze. “They’re very beautiful. Thank you for sharing something so important to you with me.”

“Thank you for asking.” It’s a while later after Jinki’s returned to redoing his hair and putting the beads back that he speaks again, “I don’t think your brother is very fond of this arrangement.”

“Are you?”

“I wish I had more time to get to know him before... Well, you know.”

Jinki’s fingers moving, twisting his hair with skilled familiarity, is almost hypnotic to Minho. “There should be more time, but patience as never been a strength of my brother’s or my father for that matter.”

After the braid is tied, Jinki lets his hair fall back over his shoulder. “Thank you for keeping me company, but I think we should get some sleep. The second watch is about to begin.”

Glancing at the cave opening, Minho finds the guards are beginning to return from their patrols. Bowing his head as he raises, he bids Jinki goodbye. “See you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Minho.”

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#onho #minew #onew #minho #shinee #solace au #my fic #omegaverse

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fabuloustrash05 · 5 years

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Courting A Salamandrian

Chapter List

Summary: Raphael has been dating his girlfriend Mona Lisa for a few years now and has never been happier. His life with her is perfect and doesn’t want anything to change, but when Mona asks him about their future, Raph decides that he’s ready to take their relationship to the next level. Follow the story of Raphael and Mona Lisa’s courtship!

Word Count: 1732

Warning: Some minor language.

Authors Notes: This is my first every fanfic and it’s based of a dream I had. I got inspired by this dream and some friends encouraged me to write it so I did! Hope you enjoy! Also check out the fic on my Wattpad! :3

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Chapter 1: What Is Marriage?

The New York City lights combined with the stars from the summer night sky, making the big city shine like a beautiful jewel. A blanket was spread out atop of a city skyscraper. Raphael and Mona Lisa were lying together side by side, participating in one of their favorite hobbies, star gazing. Admiring the breathtaking view is Raphael’s favorite part, and the starry night sky gives Mona Lisa a taste of home. The couple was quiet. Nothing but their gentle breathing, and the sound of the city.

“It’s beautiful tonight,” Raph said, breaking their silence.

“I agree,” said Mona “There are so many stars out tonight. The sky is so clear, I can even see the Third Moon of Thalos from here.”

“The what?”

Mona giggled, “That’s the ice planet where we first met.”

“Oh yeah, one of the only good things that happened to me when I was in space.” Raph looks at Mona and winks at her. She giggles.

Raph wonders, “So, how are you able to tell which planet is which?”

“I used to study constellations and planet locations in my spare time back on my home planet.”

“Wow...Do you see any other planets?”

“I can see Salamandria.” Mona says as she points to the night sky, “It's that little light blue star, right there.”

“Mona?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Do you ever miss your home?”

She shrugs, “Sometimes, but I’ve been on Earth for so long now. Bonded with your friends and family. There are times I forget about Salamandria. I feel at home here. Your planet is so much more different from mine. It’s strange to me, but I enjoy it.”

“Strange? Like how?”

“The stars, for example,” she says as she lifts herself up. She sits up as she continues, “They look so different here compared to the view on my planet. It was hard for me to identify the constellations for a while, but I think that is my favorite thing about Earth. I love how different your planet is compared to mine.”

Raph joins Mona and sits by her side. He looks at his girlfriend and gives her his iconic smirk that she loves so much.

“I always thought I was your favorite thing about Earth,” he teases.

Mona giggles, “You are, my love. I just admire the view. It’s breathtaking.”

“Yeah, it is. I remember when my brothers and I first came up to the surface. We were so amazed by the city with the lights and the open space, there were times we didn’t want to go back to the sewers.” Raph takes a slow breath, “God, it feels like a century since that happened.”

Mona places her hand on Raph’s shoulder, “That must have been awful, being isolated underground your whole life.”

“Nah, it wasn’t that bad. Besides the shitty smell, it was fine. You get used to it after a while. And besides, we had each other and we found ways to pass the time, like training or playing old video games that we found.”

The couple stayed silent again, returning to watch the sky.

Raph looked at the Salamandrian as she sat next to him watching the stars. Her yellow eyes, sparkling brighter than the northern star, made his heart beat fast. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a woman like her in his life. His life was perfect with her and he didn’t want that to change.

“I must say, Raphael,” said Mona, continuing the conversation, “your planet is so fascinating with its customs and traditions.”

Raph looks at his girlfriend, “Like how?”

“Your holidays for instance.” She says “Having a celebration about an overweight gentleman in red clothing that gives you gifts, or how one night a year you demand to have complete strangers give you candy by scaring them.”

Raphs chuckles at her comment, “You seem to like those holidays when we celebrate them with our friends.”

“Oh yes, I do. They are very enjoyable, but they have strange concepts.”

Raph shrugged, “Yeah, I’ll agree with you on that.”

Mona continued, “But the one thing that caught my interest is the event that happened between a couple I saw earlier today.”

He looks at her confused, “What event?”

“You didn’t notice the male give that gift to his partner? It caught my attention.”

Raph slowly shakes his head, giving Mona a confused look.

“He gave her a piece of jewelry for her finger. The two seemed to make a big deal about it -- even the people around them were overjoyed, which is strange because when you gave me that pink scarf, no one seemed to be that happy. Then he asked her to ‘marry him’. This action surprised me...”

“Oh, I know what your talking about. The guy was proposing to his girlfriend. It is something you do on earth if you want to get married.”

Mona slightly tilts her head in confusion, “Married? What’s that? Is it like a duel?”

“What? No-”

“Did that man not challenge his love to a battle?”

“No, he didn’t.”

“Then what is it?”

Raph could tell Mona was getting more annoyed and confused with this topic. Has she not seen a proposal before? She did say her planet was different from his.

“Mona, do you… not know what marriage is?” Raph asked.

“Such a term does not exist on my planet.”

“Then how does… umm… dating work on your planet?” Raph asked, being unsure with how to phrase his question.

Mona was confused to why Raphael was asking her a question about relationships all of a sudden. Even he seemed unsure with the question. She paused for a moment to think over her answer then looked at Raph, “Well, to start, the term ‘dating’ is uncommon. You don’t have boyfriends or girlfriends, like how we label each other on your planet, you get chosen for a suitor.”

“So it’s like a match making deal?”

“If that’s how you put it, then yes. You're ‘match made’ with who they believe would be your perfect mate. That’s how my parents met.”

“Did…Did you have a suitor?” Raph asked cautiously.

“....Yes. Three.”

“Three?!”

Mona noticed the shock and slight disappointment in his eyes and quickly stated,

“But they never lasted! I wanted something similar to what my parents had and none of them offered me that. G’throkka always told me they had a beautiful romance full of trust and equality, which is rare since most of the time when two salamandrains are match up they treat it as a business deal. But my parents truly loved each other.”

“I thought Sal was your father?”

Mona laughs at Raph’s confusion “No, Raphael. He’s not. He was more of a mentor and a guardian for me.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Raph said “W-what happened to your parents?”

At that moment Mona’s smile disappears. “I guess I never did tell you about them, haven’t I?” She looks down and closes her eyes. She took a deep breath. She opened her eyes and said, strongly holding back tears “They were killed in a battle against the Triceratons.”

Raph notice his girlfriend’s pain. He brings Mona Lisa into his arms and gently hugs her.

A few tears began to flow down her cheek “I-I was a child when it happened…”

“...I’m sorry…” he said softly, regretting asking the question.

“Don’t be.” Wiping away her tears she continues, “After their passing, G’throkka took me in and raised me as his own. He was the one who trained my parents, so he decided to train me as well. As you know, I joined the military and as time passed I eventually became his lieutenant,” Raph stayed quiet and let the lieutenant continued. “When my suitors left, G’throkka said I was ‘too intimidating’ and ‘too independent’ for them or how I didn’t fit the males’ idea for a perfect mate.” She slightly chuckles. “I guess you could say I scared my suitors away.”

Raph place his hand on her cheek and looked her in the eyes, “Well, I think you’re perfect. You’re confident, beautiful, and you kick ass in a fight.” Raph’s comment makes Mona Lisa giggle as her cheeks begin to turn a blush red. He continues, “No other woman can match up to you. You are my idea for a perfect mate.”

Mona’s heart felt as if it was about to burst from her chest. She’s not used to him saying such sweet things to her. At that moment, he pulled her to him, their noses touch, and soon the turtle and salamander share a quick soft kiss. They part and smile at one another.

“Raphael, may I ask you something?” She says softly.

“Yeah, Mona?”

“I’m still confused. This ‘marriage’ concept that goes on between two humans on your planet, what’s its purpose?”

Raph’s face begins to blush. Unsure on how to answer Mona’s question.

“Well… marriage on my planet is a… I guess you could say a tradition for people who are in love. It’s when two people who love each other very much decide to commit to their relationship. Officially-”

“So it's similar to finding your perfect mate?” Mona asks quickly, interrupting Raph.

“Um, yeah. If that how you want to put it. Getting married is like a sign that a couple trusts each other, respects one another, cares for the other, and, well, truly love each other.”

“I see. If that's want that couple wants to do then I’m happy for them.” Mona says smiling as she lifts her head up proudly.

Raph smiles “Yeah, I’m happy for them to, even though I don’t know them...”

Mona looks at Raph “Marriage sounds wonderful.”

Raph shrugs, “I guess it is.”

Raph lies back on the blanket on top of the roof’s concrete ground. Mona joins him with her head resting on his plastron. His left arm was wrapped around her waist as the other rests behind his head. They continue watching the stars once again, seeing them sparkle above them. Despite the somewhat obnoxious sounds of the city, being in each other’s company made it truly a peaceful night for the couple.

“Raphael?” Mona says while still resting on her boyfriend’s chest, “May I ask you one more question?”

“Sure, what is it?”

Still looking at the stars in the night sky, Mona asks “Are we married?”

~~~~~

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