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war devil is a bimbo im so happy
#makima was rly holding all the braincells with the four horsemen huh#csm blogging#thank u new chapter now i may sleep for good
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frostbite — pt. 7
pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader
content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish
cw ; none
notes ; happy new year!! it’s story quest time which meaaans- its teucer town. a lot of the reader and teucer being besties and *some* tiny particles of romantic feelings (if u catch them). also just a really lighthearted and humorous chapter :3
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three knocks.
“sergeant?”
“hm? yes, ekaterina? come in.”
the secretary steps up to your desk, where you sit pitifully, head resting on your hands. it’s been some months since osial’s attack and you’ve mysteriously remained stationed at liyue, not that you mind, of course. the traveler and paimon have long since been on their way to inazuma and, according to news you heard from all around, seem like they successfully solved the crises surrounding the electro archon and the vision hunt decree. not only has there been word on the streets of their feats but you’ve also noticed a noticeable increase in inazuman immigrants by the harbor.
but- back to the matter at hand, today you find yourself incredibly more fatigued than usual, perhaps due to your struggles with getting even a good wink of sleep the night before. the sunlight creeping through the windows seems to sting your eyes harsher than normal for early morning but you still try your best to open them and read the letter ekaterina has just placed in front of you.
noticing the strain in your efforts to, well, be awake at the moment, ekaterina clears her throat.
“it’s a mandate from the doctor himself.”
now that gets you up, though not in a good way. the sheer reminder of that man’s existence is enough to shoot an icy burn into your spine, one that makes you flinch into full consciousness.
skimming more effectively through the lines, you find that the mandate talks about a ruin guard research lab here in liyue under his guise, obviously, that he is requiring you to briefly oversee in his absence. not as bad as you thought but also not entirely good. the doctor has never presently explained his affinity for ruin guard robotics to you- because truly, why would he? but it’s no less than apparent how big his interest in them is, in your experience.
with a long, heavy sigh, you nod.
“i see. thank you, ekaterina, you may go.”
she bows politely and turns to leave while you reread the letter to gather the full details of the research lab. once ekaterina is by the door to your office, you take note of the sound of as her heels stop abruptly as she yelps in surprise, muttering a small ‘hello, master childe’ and carrying on her way. the next moment, they very devil she spoke of is bursting into the room.
“good morning, doc!” he chirps with surprising energy for how early it is and places a closed cup on your desk.
“here! i got you some coffee, thought it might help wake you up.”
“thanks a lot… wait, how did you know i was tired-“
“and with that act of courtesy, i would like to propose my own favor to be granted by yours truly. and that is for us to sp-“
“childe, i cannot spar with you today.”
with that, the harbinger slumps into himself like a fussing child, ironic, and groans softly. he’s about to try his very persuasive best to convince you anyway when he spots the letter in your hands and raises an eyebrow curiously.
“what’s that?”
you sigh again, pinching the bridge of your nose. “a mandate from dottore asking me to check up on one of his ruin guard research facilities, here in liyue.”
childe seems to empathize with your disdain for the request and scoffs, mumbling about ‘that lunatic and his little toy robots…’.
“hm, well i wish you luck with that. i’ve also got myself some less than stellar debts to collect today, might as well busy myself somehow even if ekaterina thinks i shouldn’t.”
“good luck with that too.”
childe turns to leave, slightly less chipper than he was when he walked in, until he stops by the door to turn around. “you’re still owing me a spar for that coffee!”
“whatever!”
grassy mountains, building ruins, ginkgo trees- minlin was just like any other area of liyue, though you’d never steal any merit from the relaxing scenery of the entire region. every new place you visited took your breath away with its beauty all the same.
it’s become an unspoken habit to deal with ruin guards at this point and you knew their patterned behaviors and limits like no other, maybe only the doctor himself. several of them sat inactivated in the ruins around you, as expected, and you took note of each one for your report diligently. as you’re approaching the entrance of the lab itself, you spot another ruin guard sat against a crumbled tower- except it was not the only thing there, there were people too. it’s not hard to decipher that it turns out to be the traveler and paimon and… someone else.
wait… surely it’s not him.
“teucer?”
all three of them immediately turn around, except teucer lights up at the sight of you and jumps from his crouching position to run at you with full speed. despite being perplexed at his presence, you still kneel to welcome him with open arms.
“big sibling y/n!! you’re here!!” he yells out, elated.
you chuckle fondly and stand up with teucer clung onto your torso.
“it’s good to see you too, teuce’, but… what in the heavens are you doing all the way here?”
looking over teucer’s shoulder, you turn to the other two, who look just as confused about the entire situation as you do.
“and you two as well, weren’t you supposed to be in inazuma still?”
“mm-yeah, we were taking a bit of a break! we’re on our way to sumeru next and liyue’s the shortest way there so… might as well take some leisurely time off.”
paimon elaborates, until she and the traveler share a look and the two of them sigh.
“unfortunately, the millelith asked us to check out these rui- ahem, i mean mr. cyclops showing up around this area. and as we were doing that, we ran into teucer over here!”
you breathe out a laugh, pitying the pair’s lack of… well- time to take a break without any tasks given to them. ‘talk about leisurely…’ you mutter, quiet enough so teucer doesn’t hear. speaking of him…
“that still doesn’t explain how you were here at all, mister.” you poke the boy’s side with the hand that isn’t holding him up against you and he giggles uncontrollably, attempting to dodge your finger.
“ahahahahah! s-stop! hahah… i’m here to see big brother at the institute for toy research! you work there too, right?”
what.
oh- is that what he thinks childe does? dear gods, that’s too funny. however you do understand why childe would lie about your jobs, you think you’d do much the same. still it takes everything within you to not burst out laughing at the revelation, even the traveler seems to notice so, somewhat understanding the reason but also somewhat not. you huff out a breath to calm the urge to cackle and turn to the two once again.
“listen, you guys don’t need to worry about this one anymore, i’ll take care of him. oh! and don’t worry about the- err, mr cyclops replicas, i’ll sort them out too. go take your break, you deserve it.”
“but- they’re my friends! they like toys like i do! a-and they made the pinky promise!” teucer retaliates.
gods damn the snezhnayan pinky swear.
“plus, he did give us this big bag of mora to take care of him…” paimon eyes the traveler, who returns the glance with a nod as if they’re silently communicating.
“and yeah- we’d much rather go see this ‘toy institute’ than deal with mr. cyclops right now.”
you nod in agreement and gesture for all of you to head back to the harbor, partially to avoid seeing the millelith soldiers patrolling the area.
“so- just out of curiosity, teuce’, what exactly did your brother say about me working with toys?”
“he said you’re a toy doctor! you take care of the toys who get hurt or sick.”
“yeah, that checks out.”
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arriving back at northland bank, the first thing you spot is childe and ekaterina discussing something at the center of the room, oblivious to your presence for the moment. that is, until teucer bursts from your tired arms to run to his older brother.
paimon, somehow, remains oblivious enough to what is right in front of her enough to whisper. “huh? what’s he doing here…”
“yay, my brother! i found you!” exclaims teucer and childe immediately perks up, ceasing any doubts that paimon might’ve had.
“i know that voice… why, if it isn’t my little brother teucer! my goodness!”
the harbinger takes his younger brother into his arms, much like you did before, except he wraps him in a nearly bone crushing hug before setting him back down.
“haha.. what a nice surprise, teucer! i thought i would have to wait till i return home before seeing you again. how are the others, tonia and anthon? is everybody keeping well?”
“they miss you a lot! tonia prays for you every day at dinner.” it seems that only after teucer’s response is when the realization of the sheer absurdity that is teucer’s presence sets within childe, his face morphing into confusion.
“wait a second… what are you doing here in liyue, teucer? how have i not heard anything about this?”
that entire interaction, you remained merely watching from behind with an irrepressible fond smile on your face- you were so lost in their reunion that you almost miss the incredulous glare childe throws to you, like he’s silently asking if you had anything to do with this. you jump slightly once noticing it and quickly shrug, shaking your head to signify that you’re just as clueless as him.
“well, what happened was- i saw a boat that looked like it was selling toys, so obviously i thought you were on board. and then when i got off i just kept walking and walking… and then, i found a mr. cyclops!”
unbelievable.
“mr cyclops scared off a bad guy, and then i found this nice lady and-and then y/n found us! so we came looking for you.”
childe seems to have another moment of realization, where another fleeting glance comes your way and he sighs, facing off to the side to mouth to himself ‘of course, the research lab…’.
“teucer…” he starts off and you seem to understand what he’s about to say right away, leaving teucer’s side to be right in front of him, beside childe. you kneel to teucer’s height and hold out your hands for him to hold, to make him feel less like he’s being scolded. his tiny hands are dwarfed by yours in a way that makes your heart swell.
“…teuce’, what you did was really dangerous. we’re both happy to see you, really, but please promise you won’t do anything like this ever again.”
childe nods in agreement and teucer sighs, letting go of your hands to put them behind his back sheepishly.
“okay, i promise… please don’t be mad at me.”
“we’re not mad at you. we just care about your safety, that’s all.” childe reassures.
“if you hadn’t met these nice people, and even more if y/n hadn’t found you, things could’ve been a lot more dangerous for you, teucer. i hope you said a big thank-you to all of them?”
“yep! i always remember my please’s and thank-you’s!
“oohh so you did notice we were here… you were just ignoring us, gotcha.” paimon adds sarcastically as she and the traveler look at childe through a sassy glare.
“haha… forgive me, it’s always family first where i’m from. don’t take it personally. i know we’ve had our differences up to now but.. a few minor quibbles aside, we get on quite well, don’t you think?”
the traveler’s incredulous reaction tells you that perhaps teucer shouldn’t listen to the conversation while they sort out their, erm, quibbles- so you gently take him by the hand and lead him off ever so slightly to the side, where you know he’ll be at least distracted enough to not listen. kneeling down, you once again take his impossibly adorable hands into yours and fiddle with them playfully, he only grins in oblivious amusement.
“so, teuce’, tell me more- how’re things back home? you’re not too bored without us there, are you?”
“mm-no, i’m just fine! anthon still plays with me a bunch and tonia always reads me the letters big brother sends us, she always tells such cool stories!”
“yeah? like what?”
the young boy thinks for a moment, rubbing his chin like he’s mentally paging through the deepest, most riveting tales he can recall.
“hmm.. oh! one time she told me the story of how big brother discovered a new version of mr. cyclops! he’s bigger and.. and stronger and he’s got huge horns, like a deer! he’s like mr. cyclops' big brother.”
well, at least childe is keeping his lies somewhat accurate. but the way teucer beams and hops excitedly as he talks about the bigger mr. cyclops, or a ruin grader as you know it, seems to justify keeping him in the dark. the way his big blue eyes shine with wonder is in itself a treasure worth protecting. you’ve practically long forgotten that you’re supposed to be stalling out a conversation to distract him.
“that’s so awesome, teucer!” you grin back at him. “what other stories does your brother tell?”
“hm..- oh yeah! he also talks about you in his letters.”
oh?
“does he?” you’re unsure if you should feel good or bad about the revelation, gods know what childe says to his siblings about you.
“yeah he does! he talks about how you take such good care of the toys when they get hurt and how smart you are and how…”
suddenly, teucer trails off as he turns to the trio still conversing near you, like he’s heard something that’s caught his attention. he entirely abandons the sentence he’d left unfinished to join their side again and you find yourself feeling the smidgenmost bit disappointed that he didn’t finish speaking. you only sigh to yourself and smooth your clothes down from the crouching position you were in, joining back in as well.
“that’s right, my brother’s the greatest! he’s mr. cyclops’ bestest friend!”
childe chuckles in somewhat faux delight, to satisfy teucer and make it seem like he approves of his brother’s message, before leaning over to the traveler and whisper, as you hear it,- ‘just humor me in front of teucer, if you’d be so kind…’
“ahem- ah yes! ekaterina, i will deal with the issue of the outstanding payment right away.”
“hey! slinking off, are we?” paimon accuses.
“but, master childe, would it not be improper to ask you to deal with… debt collection?”
“a bet is a bet, isn’t it? and if you lose a bet with an agent.. well, you might as well get some exercise out of it.”
“are you going off to sell toys now?” teucer interjects, partially with admiration for his brother and partially with disappointment that he has to leave.
“that’s right. as much as i’d like to catch up a little longer, teucer, duty calls! i’m sure y/n and ms. nice lady will keep you company while i’m out, though.”
childe implies with a pleading glance thrown to you and the traveler. you nod gladly while the traveler puts her hand to her forehead momentarily and paimon mumbles a complaint about having to babysit for childe.
“sure!” teucer confirms as well. “i really like y/n and this lady already! and anyway, the nice lady made a pinky promise to take good care of me.”
the harbinger ends up leaving the four of you with a hefty bag of mora to spend out in the city while he’s working and you firstly decide to take him to an elderly lady’s kite shop. she patiently explains how to use the kites and teucer asks for a mr. cyclops shaped kite, because why wouldn’t he- you manage to convince the lady to make a custom build for it with a shining pile of mora. next, you take him to wanmin restaurant, where chef mao graciously offers to make a special dish for teucer, who can’t eat spicy food. you don’t blame him, personally- snezhnayan dishes tend to steer away from spice specifically and lean more towards warm, filling meals to endure the cold temperatures. however, the food teucer asks for turns out sickeningly sweet and even paimon, the awarded food enthusiast, feels nauseated at the end. finally, he asks you to give the wharf a better look than when he was stepping off his boat. paimon proceeds to give a mouthful of an explanation about liyue’s trade port, which ends up too confusing for teucer to even care. instead, his attention is caught by a ship anchor left in the wharf.
“teucer, don’t run off!” you urge as he takes off to see the anchor.
“that metal hook is huge! and it gets bigger the closer we get!”
“this is an anchor. docked ships use it to hold themselves in position, to stop wind and waves from blowing them away.” paimon explains.
“hmm, an anchor… got it. but i think i might get it mixed up with commodore hook.”
“commodore hook..? is that another one of your weird toy names?”
“my brother always sends me a really big toy for my birthday- commodore hook, blacksteel jack, iron tony… we keep them all in your backyard!”
“are they as big as the anchor?” the traveler asks.
“yeah, and that’s why i can’t bring them with me all the time. it’s a shame…”
you choke on your breath at a realization. “i-is that what your father was keeping under a tarp in the backyard..?”
teucer nods cluelessly. you’ve seen tarped objects behind childe’s family house that had some absurd silhouettes hidden by the protective fabric and the snow, but you’ve only ever assumed they were left over building materials- not gigantic fucking robots because why would you ever assume that’s what he’d send a child for his birthday. you’ll have to have a talk with him about gift giving at a later time.
“but my favorite is mr. cyclops. even though i mostly came here to see my brother, the other big thing i wanted to do was play with mr. cyclops! oh- are they selling fish over there, let’s have a look!”
and just like that, teucer is gone again. paimon stomps her foot in the air as she heaves frustratedly.
“quit! running! off!”
you briefly go to see the fish on display as teucer tells you of the time when childe caught him an impossibly large fish just because he asked for it. somewhere in the back of your head, you find it endearing that childe has kept up the habit of fishing just like when his father would take you on his trips to ice fish as well. maybe you could get him to go fishing in liyue, just the two of you when you have some free ti- wait, what are you saying? you’re supposed to be watching out for teucer, who conveniently has gone off to see the boats and seems to have his entire good mood flipped around.
“teuce’, you look upset, what’s wrong? are you tired?” you coo.
he sighs melancholically and covers his face behind his hands. “i miss my brother…”
“what? but we were just with him!” argues paimon.
“yea, but for such a short time that it doesn’t even count! take me to see my brother, i don’t wanna play anymore!”
you sigh and look to the other designated babysitters. they look back with defeated shrugs- seems like you’ve done what you can to entertain him for the moment. turning back to teucer, you offer to carry him in your hold as you leave for qingxu pool, where childe said he would be, and he gladly accepts. from behind you, a low gurgle can be heard.
“urgh… paimon may never recover from that dish.”
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hello. it is walking up the walls like a spider anon. chapter 5 made me feel like [car crash noises] [cartoon spring sound effect] [train rushes by] /pos. the PARALLELS!!!!!!! ladybug and chat noir being possessive but in different ways...... im losing my mind. the inner conflict you crafted for chat noir is literally so good. like. he wants to sleep with her so bad. but he knows that if he does he'll be even more infatuated with her. and he is so afraid that it'll be a one time thing that he keeps putting it off. "His dreams are the only place where they've ever been in love" ? WRECKED ME. my eyes bulged out of my head like a cartoon character and i heard the BONK sound effect so vividly i may as well have heard it in real life.
like god. chat noir thinks that this is the only way that he'll ever be able to be that close to ladybug and KNOWS that it will kill him because he's a romantic and wants to share everything with her but he STILL goes along with it because (see above reason).
as always. the dialogue and descriptions are banger. you have such a knack for fast-paced, witty, dynamic dialogue that makes reading such an engaging experience. the flow is so great that sometimes i'll be reading, then look at my scroll bar in despair (😦) because i realize i'm nearing the end of the chapter. i'm spinning tvl ladybug and chat noir so fast in my head that i think i can become a new source of clean renewable energy. the way that ladybug is quick to figure out plans and chat noir is quick to figure out ladybug. like they both try so desperately to fix things but in different ways.
literaphobe i am ur number one fan thank u for posting this fic 🫶
OH SPIDER ANON… im afraid IM your number one fan actually…
tvl chat noir’s inner conflict seems very confusing and convoluted to ladybug but it’s very simple really. he responds best and loses his inhibitions most easily WHEN she shows signs of yearning or potential feelings for him. aka when she gets jealous, when she reveals her desire to sleep with him ISNT reckless/she’s been thinking of it for a while/wanting it all for a while Blah Blah Blah and similarly he pulls away when he’s reminded of the fleeting, one-off nature of their arrangement, or when he’s aware that other romantic prospects exist in tvl ladybug’s life……… and he’ll keep doing this until he gets some form of confirmation or they come to an agreement about a more Indefinite arrangement
at the end of the day tho. he’s still Very weak for her. so if push comes to shove he could very easily Give In to her whims at the right moment, wrong time, etc etc etc
GIVES YOU SUCH A TIGHT HUG ANON… you make writing this fic so worth it :) thank you for your lovely remarks i reread and cherish them dearly -> as always to anyone reading this ch5 of tvl is out now!! im replying to my ch4 comments soon (SORRY) and I can’t wait to see what u all have to say :D
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HOLIWISSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Hope ur taking care and life's isnt to heavy on ya
So i was wondering...........u like....if u don't sharing with us
Bit of oc lore👀?
Specialy that story of urs where the gal gets reicarnated and falls in love with the prince, not sure if it has a title yet skksksk
Wanna learn more about it <3333
Hope u have a good one 💕
You want to know about... my oc lore? Oh boy, never had anyone ask about them before ngl I'm a little nervous now (also, I'm doing great thanks for asking 💕)
Okay, alright! Let's start with some little facts about the two main characters shall we?
Iola (it's an "i" btw), our beautiful female lead, was once your average 19 yo girl who worked at a small bakery on the outskirts of the city to support herself back when she was still on earth. She was an orphan, had a few good friends, and absolutely loved reading romance in her free time!
One of her favorite romance novels/ webcomic actually was one about a poor noble lady who her mother insisted that she goes to the royal hall to have some fun since she never went before and and also because it was the crown prince's birthday! a big event really. And after the prince saw her at the ball, he fell in love with her and now is doing everything to be with her. A cliche story I know but Iola kept reading it because, well, the art style nice! and um... She may or may not had little crush on one of the supporting characters (that would be our guy Leonhard!).
She's not sure how it started... I mean he was handsome yes, but so was everybody else really. He also didn't have that big of a role in the story aside from protection the young lady like he prince has ordered him, but she thought it was cute how attentive and caring he was when taking care of her.
Fast-forward after a few more chapters, Iola was devastated to find out that her favorite character got killed trying protect the prince and his soon-to-be bride. So much so that she didn't notice when she accidentally turned on the kitchen stove which led to her dying in her sleep due the the leaking gas.
... Or did she? Because next thing she knows she's waking up in a completely different place surrounded by all these strange people who were sobbing and cheering about how happy they were to have her back after she's been in a coma so long.
Confused (rightfully so), she tries to ask them who are they and what's going on. But her current body is so week that she can't move a muscle or speak. Fortunately, and after some time, she slowly regained her health as well the memories of the body that she now possess.
At first, she didn't realize that she got transferred into the novel that she was reading. So she spent most of her time trying to get used her new home and the fact that she has someone to call family now (it felt so weird to her to call a strange man 'father' the first couple of times, but she got used to it... eventually).
She actually realized she was inside the novel after her father introduced her to the captain of the royal knights one day when they went out to see the horses (apparently, and her new dad was a very important nobleman who owns most of the animal farms and stables in the country).
After realizing that, she made it her main mission to get closer to him but to also try and prevent him from dying like he did in the original novel.
Now for Leonhard! As I previously mentioned he is the captain of the royal knights, he's 23 years old, and even though he's a person of a higher rank, most people avoid interacting with him because they find him to be intimidating and scary looking because of his scars. That's why he doesn't have any real friends or any other kind of relationship with anyone (aside from the queen and the crown prince)
He used to have a family before, but his poor mother died of the plague when he was little and his father sold him to a slave master for like 3 silver coins because he didn't want to take care of him anymore.
After that Leonhard was forced to become an underground ring fighter at a very young age to survive, that went on for almost 7 years until the queen and her knights came to arrest the slave master and everyone that was involved in that incident. Recognizing his strength (and feeling sorry for the pitiful boy), the queen took him in under her care and encouraged him to become a knight to work for her.
Feeling forever in debit for the queen, he accepted her offer and did just that. training day after day none stop until he became an official knight at 15, as well as the youngest royal captain the country has ever seen at 18, and also receiving the title of fearless hero at 22 after winning a war in only 3 years.
So you could imagine his surprise and confusion when the famous ill daughter of a well known noble man suddenly appears in his life demanding to be his friend, because why would she want that? He can't understand her reasoning at all. Not to mention all the bizarre things that she does and say all the time, and yet... He can't help but feel drawn to everything about her...
Hcjskxjslkk okay I should stop now or else I'll never shut up about them hehe
But yeah! This is roughly the lore of these two! I hope that it was a little interesting and that I didn't bore you too much talking about them XD oh also! The original title for my story was going to be "let me love him!" But idk I might change it later on.
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#hehe this was so fun!#i love talking about my babies 💕#I should show more love to the other characters tho bc I barely draw or talk about them 💀#anyway!#if you have any more questions about them I'll be more then happy to tell you more!#lailosh#my post#oc lore#my oc stuff#my ocs
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( ୨୧ ) ── ꒰ update ! ꒱
hi hi everyone !! just wanted to share a super quick update <3 i know this account hasn't been properly active in a month so i firstly wanted to apologise for the inactivity and also keep u all in the loop abt what i have planned in the future :>
( note : it's kinda late here so i'll answer asks tmr :0 <3 )
ㅤㅤ↳ the reason for my inactivity is quite multifactorial but boils down to a lack of motivation to write / be on tumblr + many commitments irl !! ive been working + studying a lot, which has kept me busy :(
ㅤㅤ↳ i don't have plans to deactivate this acc or anything so don't be concerned about that!! not that anyone would even care saslkddjsj just wanna put that out there!! i still very much have a passion for writing, though admittedly my motivation has taken a bit of a hit. nothing really to do with you guys / tumblr,,, i think i just have a tendency to overthink things and sometimes writing can be stressful when ur brain literally mf hates itself :’>
ㅤㅤ↳ a few months ago i reached a new milestone (4 digits!!! that is literally so effing slay IM CRYING) but didn't get the chance to say anything soooo THANK U ALL SOOO MUCHHHH AAAA im seriously in awe at that number because tbh i really don't feel like i've achieved much w this acc T_T sometimes im super embarrassed that my masterlist is so puny and i've only got the one completed fic,, but reaching such a cool milestone is more than enough for me to be utterly grateful. in saying that, i'm so so so sorry abt how horrible my updating schedule is :’’> i'll definitely try to work on it and be more consistent :( in the meantime, if anyone has any idea on like milestone ideas then pls pls pls lmk *-* <333
ㅤㅤ↳ anyways, if you're wondering what my plans are next, the first thing i want to do is update & finally complete triage !!! i have about 2-3k written so far but the final chapter will probably reach 7k+ (kms) :’’> i have sm wips i want to publish and start, but i probably won't do anything about them until my other ongoing fics (misconduct and doublespeak) are on a somewhat steady trajectory to getting finished (i.e. i have a good understanding of where they're headed).
ㅤㅤ↳ to any moots that are reading this (but tbh blr literally looks so dead that i wouldn't even be surprised if nobody sees / reads this HAHAHS), i will defs catch up on all ur updates <33 i really wanna be active again on this acc so ill probably be reaching out sometime soon to say hi :’>
ㅤㅤ↳ lastly, i noticed some people are recommending my fics and asldk;fjl;kjew im literally crying like it genuinely makes me so happy that people are even reading my shit like?? hello?? yall got some questionable ass taste but tysm for enjoying my fics :< i gen love yall sm u !! don't !! even !! know !! sooo yeah thank you so much for all the likes, comments, reblogs, recommendations, or any other sliver of interaction bc yall are the best and i love writing and i love enhypen and i love u all MWAH MWAH MWAH !! anyway i'm probably gna sleep now but tysm for reading this long ass post aksjjadjss ill answer asks tmr!!!
ㅤㅤ— lots and lots of luv from mai <333
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Vampire Oneus x Male reader
Fluff
Warning: None
Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbor dinner
Three days later
It's been three day since I have moved into my new place. I have already met my first neighbor Seoho as he was the first to greet and welcome me on my first day here. I was surprised at first since my last neighbors haven't greet my family and I when we moved to our old house.
Since it was in the late morning. I was getting ready for the day as I had my morning coffee. Since I haven't been fully dressed yet, I was in my sleeping short and was shirtless cause I was comfortable like this. So as I started to drink my coffee, I heard someone knock on my door. "I wonder if it's Seoho?" Taking my coffee cup with me, I went over to my front door and open it see who it was. It wasn't Seoho but another gentleman that look a bit younger then him:
"O-Oh *Slightly blushes* U-Um I'm Keonhee, I'm friends with Seoho" Keonhee said as he was a bit red. "A friend with Seoho huh, are you one of his roommates that he mentioned?" Keonhee looked a little surprise before nodding his head. "Ah my apologies, I'm Y/n. I'm your guys new neighbor next door" I said while introducing myself since I already know Keonhee name now. "What brings you here if I may ask?" I was curious on what brought Keonhee here as I took a drink of my coffee. I let him in my place as he walks in before turning to me as I close the door.
"Well Seoho and the others wonder if you would like to come over for a friendly neighbor dinner at our place" Keonhee spoke as I place my mug on the coffee table. Seoho mentioned about a neighborly dinner if I was settled in enough. "A neighborly dinner huh" I thought about it as Keonhee nodded his head. "Seoho said that you don't have to if your not fully settled in since you only been here for a few days now" It was nice to know that I wasn't being forced to an event. I haven't been around a lot of people or gotten a chance to get to know others so why not.
Keonhee POV:
"Let say if I do come over, what time would you like for me to show up?" Y/n said as he gave me his full attention. I do admit the Y/n is a charming and interesting fella. But I try not to pay attention to his abs or scars that are visible to see. "I can text Seoho to ask if you want, I honestly don't know myself yet" I said as I looked around a bit of Y/n living room. "You do what you want, there no need to rush for anytime since it only noon now" Y/n said as he picked up his coffee cup and went to the kitchen to go rinse his cup.
I did pulled my phone out and sent Seoho a text. It wasn't long for him to text back a time. "Seoho said that it's up to you on the time" I let Y/n know what Seoho said as Y/n walked out of the kitchen while drying his hand. "Well, how does 7:30 sound?" I nodded my head as I sent Seoho the time Y/n said. Seoho then sent me a text saying it was a good time to get ready.
Y/n POV:
"Seoho said alright and he and the others can't wait to have you over" Keonhee said as he puts his phone away into his pocket. I nodded my head while I randomly stretch a bit. I saw Keonhee face turn red as he looked the other away all shy. I chuckled softly before I remember something. "Mind waiting here for a moment" Keonhee looked at me curious while he nodded his head.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag I bought to thank the guys for the welcome gift. Heading back over to Keonhee. I handed Keonhee the bag as he tilt his head confused while taking the bag from my hand. "What's this?" Keonhee ask as he looked inside then looked back at me. "It's my thank you gift for you and your friends for the welcome gift you guys gave me" I said with a soft small smile as Keonhee looked surprised before giving me a gentle smile.
"It's no problem Y/n"
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7:30 PM
As time passes and it was now 7:30 PM. I took a breath and try to relax as I head over to Seoho and his friends place. This was the first time in a while that I was invited over to another person place. Now standing outside of the guys place. I rung the doorbell and waited to for someone to answer the door.
"I hope the others are alright for me being here" I said to myself as I waited. Not before long, I saw someone coming to the door. As they open it. I saw a blonde hair short guy about my age answering the door:
"You must be Y/n right?" The blonde boy ask and I nodded my head. "It's nice to meet you finally, I'm Yeo Hwanwoong" Hwanwoong smiled softly as he bowed. I also bowed respectful before he let me in and guide me around the place. When he showed him the dining room that was connected to their living. I saw Keonhee was talking to a guy with slight long hair while Seoho was cooking with a guy that looked about a year or two younger the Hwanwoong.
"Guys, Y/n is here!" Hwanwoong said loud for everyone to hear. I tense a little when all the guys turn to look at me. Keonhee smiled as he and his friend came over to greet me. "Welcome Y/n, we hope this isn't to uncomfortable for ya is it?" Keonhee said as he wanted to make sure that I was alright with all of this. "It's all good Keonhee, I'm still getting use to being around new people" I reassure him that it was alright. I turn my attention to his friend next to him:
"Oh yeah, this is our good friend GunHak. Don't mind him if he is a little quiet, he's a bit shy to new people" Keonhee said as GunHak shyly advert his eyes to a different direction. "Just call me Leedo" GunHak said softly as I was a little surprise by how deep tone his voice was. "It's nice to meet you Leedo" I bowed as he quickly did the same before shyly looking away again. Hwanwoong and Keonhee chuckled softly as Seoho came over and smiled softly. "Welcome Y/n, food is ready so why don't we all go have a eat while DongJu and I bring the food over" I nodded my head as the others followed along an we all went to take a seat at the dinning table.
As Seoho and 'DongJu' brought over platers of food onto the table. I looked around for a moment to see how nice and clean their place is. "If you like Y/n, we can give you a house tour after dinner if you like?" Hwanwoong offered as Seoho set the last plate down onto the table. "That's alright, I shouldn't over stay my welcome since you guys did invite me over for dinner" I didn't want to over stay myself after they were kind enough to invite me over. "Your not over staying your welcome Y/n, we invited you over cause we want to get to know you and have a friendly chat" Seoho said as he and DongJu take their seat.
"Now let's start eating before the food get cold"
#sub!kpop#sub!oneus#oneus hwanwoong#oneus#oneus seoho#oneus xion#oneus imagines#oneus kpop#oneus keonhee#oneus leedo#sub kpop#sub oneus#oneus scenarios#sub!oneus x reader#oneus x male!reader
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WIP Game
Tagged by @brotherdusk (thank u dear)
The Rules are these:
In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
MY WIPS:
DIALOGUE BANG BANG (the infamous now 52 page document containing all the dialogue scenes from one warm line)
Chapter 1: Sun Dogs
Tooth and Claw
Paranorma
Untitled Document (that contains francis/lady terror/ jfj throuple stuff that I started last week that may be spoilers oops)
And Now, some Jop and Lady Terror from Dialogue Bang Bang that I wrote exactly a week ago (taking place in the interim between “First Shot’s a Winner Lads” and “A Mercy”):
“Jopson.”
“Miss Sinclair, hello.”
“Feels like I hardly see you these days.”
“Yes, it is hard to get away.”
“If… if I may ask…”
“How is he?”
“He is…”
“Please, don’t spare my sensitivities. I want to know.”
“He’s in the thick of it now.”
“He’s emptying his stomach more often than he’s able to fill it. And sleeps fitfully whenever he calms long enough to do so. His mood swings. Hour to hour it seems. And the tremors…”
“I can’t say it’s a good way, Miss.”
“You don’t look much in a good way yourself.”
“Yeah… but I’d rather lose a little sleep myself to make sure the Captain is well again.”
“Jopson, you don’t have to do it all alone, you know.”
“Oh Miss Sinclair, you really shouldn’t-”
“Jopson. Bless your heart but you need to care for yourself as well.”
“Besides I… I want to see him.”
“Please, Thomas.”
“You’re very kind, Miss Sinclair.”
“But he gave express orders to keep the men out.”
“Well, technically you won’t be disobeying orders. I am a woman, after all.”
“You do have such a clever ear for the wording of things, Miss Sinclair.”
“Here. Bring him this.”
“And only sips of water, if he asks. Doctor MacDonald says it may be the only way he’ll be able to keep it down.”
“I think can manage that.”
“Please, get some rest, Jopson. You’ve earned it well enough.”
“Only because I know he’s in good hands, Miss Sinclair.”
“Good night.”
“Sleep well.”
And in return... I tag (with no pressure attached as ever)... @prismatica-the-strange @ajokeformur-ray @kittensmctavish and frankly anyone else who would like to participate (but also @trantors knows I’m staring a hole into her soul girl you must show the world some of your wips or I’m going to explode)
#I do have some more of francis and lt that takes place directly after this but it's not as complete a scene as this#so much context that is missing but we die like men#so much to write for this tale so little time and motivation to do so#tag game#ask games#lady terror#thomas jopson#the terror#egg's oc's
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HELLO! Okay, first, just finished reading the new chapter of Sleep Awake and AAA, I loved it so so so much! HONESTLY HOW DO YOU THIS? Congrats so so much on everything!!! Happy anniversary, and to many more!
Second, ahem- so I feel awkward asking questions like this… but I honestly was kinda wondering if you have advice for writers…? Not specific advice I guess, but just tips for how to actually stay motivated and focused to write, how to make things not seem rushed, how to plan things, idk, anything. You’re just so good at writing and I have nobody else to ask (lol imagine having no friends 😀).
Enjoy your day and rest easy, you deserve it. :)
-Aiko
AHHH thank u so much!! im very happy u enjoyed!!
the truth is, a lot of my motivation comes from my adhd and the fact that i hyperfixate on stuff. when i started sleep awake, i didn't have any kind of schedule or even really a plan — my updates in the beginning were extremely frequent because i had a few goals in mind that i wanted to get to. now it's a lot more like planning a real story with arcs and an independent plot, which is why updates are much less frequent. motivation has just never really been an issue with me — but i have struggled with motivation on a lot of my other works, so i get what you mean.
for me, i stick with sleep awake because i just love it. i think it's good to have a few solid ideas to base a story around — a specific scene or plot point you want to get to, something to build the story around. maybe you want a conversation between two characters, or you want character a to do something to character b and character c to find out about it. stuff like that really kept me going and made filling out the gaps in between te scenes i want a lot easier.
i can't stress this enough — plan your story!! it can be as detailed or nondescript as you like, but at least make a skeleton. in this plan, PUT IN THE SCENES YOU WANT TO WRITE!! stuff that motivates you!! and then fill in the gaps. that's the way i do it and it's what works for me. chapter 3 of the game specifically took a lotttt of planning because it's so canon-divergent - i remember i had to write out the whole murder scene, a plan for the trial, the truth bullets. planning stuff out like this also helps immensely with setting things up so they don't seem rushed!!
i try to sort of separate my story into 'segments', aka the chapters of the game, with each segment having a different role and arc for the reader. this way i can set up what their goal is going to be ahead of time — take the reader being suspected of rantaro's murder, for example. i made a plan for this to happen around when i was writing the fourth or fifth chapter of the story, so i could begin setting up the events that would lead everyone to the conclusion of suspecting the reader (like having miu send them to the warehouse where the shotput balls are, having shuichi think they overhead him and kaede's plan to catch the mastermind, a lot of little details that ended up making them look super guilty in the trial).
planning is super essential and i am Not a writer who plans. ever. i literally didn't make a plan for this story until like chapter five. now i do it before every chapter — i establish what the reader's arc will be this chapter, how it differs and grows from the last one, how their relationships with each character will change. knowing your plot points ahead of writing them gives you so much time to set them up so they conclude satisfyingly!!
WHEW okay this got. incredibly long and most of it is word-vomit but i hope it helped a little!! and remember what works for me may not work for you. BUT i wish u a lot of luck in ur writing, and i hope this could be of some help?? at all??
i hope u have a good day too!! rest ur mind and eat well and drink water <33
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU 🎉
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU 🎈
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO VIKI ♥️
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU 🎊
Aww I’m extremely sorry for being late but i just wanted to say that you’re truly such a sweet wonderful person 🌹you always make us smile with your sweet tags & i just keep reading them over & over 🥰 your blog is just one of the best blogs to follow & I’m positively sure that all of us agree about your great talent in creating the greatest GIFs sets ever ♥️ wish you all the best & may this year be the start for a great new chapter in your life 🌹 Please NEVER stop posting & just keep surprising us with your amazing GIFs & contents 🥰 And lastly I really hope that all of your big dreams will come into reality this year ( including meeting SKZ in person & all of your Favorite bands ) 😊
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[BSTS] Main Story S4CH4 ‘The One Without’ - Part 2
Part 1
Chapter 3
(cw: stuff gets kinda heavy from here on 🥲 warnings specifically for hospitals and emergency surgery)
-backstage-
saki: Great work, Lico-san, Heath-san. That was a really fun show!
lico: Thanks for the support, Kotori-chan~
heath: Thank you.
lico: I'm covered in sweat so I'm gonna go take a shower. What about you, Heath?
heath: I'll go after taking a little break.
lico: Ok. See you later then.
-lico leaves-
saki: Are you feeling ok, Heath-san?
heath: Yeah. I'm just... a bit tired. I guess I'll go and take a seat and rest. Would you come with me?
saki: Yes, of course.
-break room-
heath: I've calmed down now.
saki: You worked hard again today, Heath-san.
heath: Thanks. Say, was my singing good?
saki: Yes! It had a real sense of speed to it, it was wonderful. Everyone else's performances really added to it too.
heath: That so? You see, I don't possess a certain ability. The ability of being ‘healthy’. When you lack something, you have to make up for it through something else. Like with hard work, or time.
saki: Heath-san...
heath: I'm sure that my life will be shorter than that of a healthy person’s. That's why, whilst I'm still here, I want to create something that no one else can match up to. That is what I'm on the stage for.
saki: Your songs and shows always portray new worlds each time. That's why one day you'll be able to create something that you're satisfied with, Heath-san. I'm sure of it.
heath: Yeah, for sure. Yawn... I'm sleepy. I'm done for the day. It's been a while since I've felt this tired, maybe it's because I feel at ease having you beside me. Could I close my eyes for a moment?
saki: Sure. Sleep well, Heath-san.
-time pass, lico walks up in his casual clothes-
lico: Sorry for the wait~ Wait, hm? Is he asleep?
saki: Yes, he said he was going to take a short nap. He only fell asleep a little while ago.
lico: Hm. Oi, Heath, wake up. At least wipe the sweat off your body first, it's not good for you to sleep like that.
heath: .......
lico: Just how deep of a sleep is he in? Oi, wake up already. Oi. C'mon, Heath...?
-lico steps over to check him-
saki: U-um, is something the matter, Lico-san?
lico: Stay calm ok, Kotori-chan? I need you to keep calling out to Heath. I'll go and get Kei to call a car!
saki: Ok! I understand!
-saki moves closer to heath-
saki: Heath-san! Heath-san! Please hang in there! Heath-san!
—end
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Chapter 3 extra
-hospital reception area-
takami: How is he?
kei: He's in a critical condition. His symptoms are those of acute respiratory failure.
lico: Respiratory... What? So you mean he's in a really bad way then?
kei: His chances of surviving are fifty fifty.
lico: What...? Are you being serious right now?
takami: Saki-san said that Heath was sleeping, yes? In the worst case scenario, this may even cause damage to his brain.
lico: ...No way.
kei: For now, all we can do is have faith in the doctor's abilities. There is nothing more that we can do for him right now. Takami, thank you for making arrangements so promptly.
takami: I simply did as I was told to.
kei: Lico, pass this information on to your team members. If I receive any news I shall contact you. That is all for now.
lico: Say... Aren't you acting pretty damn distant this time around? Last time Heath collapsed you took care of him to the point it was unlike you.
kei: ...…. (exhales)
kei: This is my own problem. It is nothing that you need to concern yourself with. Rather, you should be thinking about your own team right now. The team that Heath staked his life on creating, the place where he belongs.
It was you along with him and Mizuki that started it, was it not? Will you continue on, or will you let it all come to an end? In any case, you have a lot that you must now consider.
lico: ......
kei: The show must go on. Withdrawing from the versus is also an option you can think about.
-kei leaves-
takami: Lico, thank you for bringing him here. This isn't something that Mizuki will be able to decide by himself, so do your best as their number 2.
-takami leaves-
lico: Godammit... Just what the hell am I supposed to do in a situation like this?
—end
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Chapter 3 SideA
-break room-
saki: Mizuki-san... Are you alright?
mizuki: ......
mizuki: Ah. What the heck, it's just you. What is it?
saki: Oh, it's nothing, I was just wondering if you're alright.
mizuki: Of course I’m fine.
saki: Um, Heath-san is...
mizuki: ...I know. He really was overdoing it after all. But, this sorta thing happened last time too and he was fine, so it'll be fine again.
saki: Yeah, I hope you're right...
mizuki: Of course I am. You worry too much.
saki: Sorry...
mizuki: Once he returns I've gotta give him a good whack. Want me to give him a punch for you too? Or are you gonna slap him yourself?
saki: Please don't punch him. I'm fine, there's no need to do that.
mizuki: You sure? Then I guess I'll let him off the hook.
saki: Yes.
mizuki: .......
mizuki: I'm going for a walk outside. Just leave me alone for a bit.
saki: Ok... Take care.
mizuki: Yeah.
-mizuki leaves-
—end
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Chapter 3 SideA extra
-starless lobby-
maica: Rindou.
rindou: Hm? What is it?
maica: Is it true that Heath was taken to the hospital?
rindou: Oh, yes... It's true.
maica: He's collapsed on stage once before too, hasn't he? B still has shows to perform, what are they going to do?
rindou: I don't know... Only Team C has shows today. So I think a solution will be decided tomorrow. Maica, don't talk about Heath's situation where we can be overheard. If Team B keeps performing it will become known to the guests eventually but I wouldn't want to cause them any unnecessary worry by spreading gossip.
maica: You're right, it would be bad if they overheard. I'll be more careful. I wonder what's going to happen.
rindou: I don't know either...It's a decision that will require all of the team leader's input as well as Kei's. However, no matter what shape it takes, I think that the shows will go on.
maica: Yeah. Team C are still here too after all. As for what Heath will do from now on, we won't know until he returns and we can talk to him... Speaking of, how has your sister been recently?
rindou: She's been well, her condition is stable.
maica: I see, that's good. Team P won't be too busy for a while so you should take the opportunity to visit her. I'll handle the team related stuff.
rindou: Yes, thank you.
—end
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Chapter 3 SideB
-rehearsal room-
hari: Have you heard? Heath was taken to hospital.
zakuro: Indeed, so I've heard. His condition is quite a serious one as well.
hari: Are we going to continue the versus in these circumstances?
mokuren: Of course.
hari: Firstly, Team B won't be able to perform, right? So the problem of whether it will continue lies there.
mokuren: Then go and tell Team B to drop out of the versus.
hari: That's...
zakuro: Impossible, yes? Our opponents are a pack of wild dogs, even if one is missing it's inevitable that the other four will still attack.
hari: ...Are you saying they'll perform with only four members?
zakuro: Who knows? This is Team B we're talking about, it's not outside the realm of possibility for them.
hari: It's not a formation that will work for a Starless show. Their singer is the one that's missing after all.
mokuren: Those guys haven't cared from the beginning what a 'Starless' show should consist of. They just want a place where they can run wild together, it doesn't particularly have to be here. That's the kind of group that they are.
hari: .......
mokuren: Mizuki's fists are still raised. Until the other side surrenders I have no intention of stopping this versus.
hari: So you'd like to continue this as an endurance contest until the winner is decided?
mokuren: Endurance contest? You've misunderstood. I've already won against them.
hari: Huh?
mokuren: Originally Team B were supposed to have a solo performance. But that's not the current situation is it? Failing to address their glaring issue, they accepted the versus and had their amount of shows cut in half. Team B's opportunity to express themselves was stolen by us. Is that not the same as winning?
hari: So you're saying you don't care about the results of the versus?
mokuren: That's a different story. The more you fight the more you'll win. That's all there is to it.
hari: Your goal is to simply stand on the stage and that has already been achieved. I see, I understand now.
mokuren: Exactly. However, that doesn't mean there isn't anything I'm unsure about...
zakuro: Oh dear, as expected of our leader. Arranging your thoughts in such a way.
mokuren: Hmph... Let's up the ante, once everything is ready we will make the final adjustments.
—end
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Chapter 3 SideB extra
-behind starless-
kokuyou: So you were out here.
akira: Hm? What's up?
mokuren: Heath was taken to the hospital.
akira: Again? And so, is he ok?
kokuyou: I don't know the details but it sounds like it's pretty serious this time.
akira: That so? He's so stubborn after all. What's going to happen to their shows?
kokuyou: They'll probably continue as is. Mokuren isn't going to go easy on them, not until B admits their defeat.
akira: Ah, yeah that sounds like them alright. And it's not like Mizuki is going to back down either, so the versus will continue.
kokuyou: Exactly... So, what about you?
akira: Me? All of this has nothing to do with me, no? Heath is Heath and I'm me. Besides, this whole show was a question of whether this would happen sooner or later, wasn't it?
kokuyou: Maybe.
akira: Well, once things have settled I guess I'll go and check up on him.
kokuyou: ......(smoking)
—end
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Chapter 4
-starless office-
haseyama: And so, how is Heath?
kei: He has yet to regain consciousness.
haseyama: Right. So he won't be returning any time soon then?
mizuki: ....….
haseyama: Oi, Mizuki. Just give it up, it's your loss.
mizuki: As if!! B hasn't lost yet!
-mizuki tries to punch haseyama but kokuyou stops him-
kokuyou: Chill out, Mizuki. It's the truth, without Heath you can't perform. You can't decide this by yourself, go back to your team and discuss it with them.
mizuki: Tch... Fine.
-time pass, restaurant (not starless)-
kongou: Without Heath it's impossible for us to perform right?
ran: If it was just the song that we needed then we have the recording but...
mizuki: That's it! Let's do that.
lico: Sure, but then what are we going to do about missing a person?
mizuki: What do you mean?
lico: Are you stupid? A show is performed with five people. We need someone to fill in.
kongou: Hmm, how about asking Gui to help us?
lico: You're saying he can learn Heath's part this quickly?
mizuki: No. Nobody can stand in Heath's spot but Heath. Don't fill it with anyone else.
lico: Excuse me?
ran: Oi Mizuki, now isn't the time to keep being unreasonable. I hate to say it but you're to blame for Heath gettin' up on stage this time. So quit obsessin' over the details.
mizuki: Heath's spot won't be filled by anyone else. Even without Heath we'll win.
lico: Have you lost it? Are you saying we'll perform as four? Are you serious?
kongou: As four...
ran: ....... (serious)
ran: Well, fine, we can do that this time. If that's what our leader has decided it can't be helped. Let's perform as four. However, just remember this, Mizuki. Your decisions are decidin’ whether we live or die. That's the responsibility that you’re carryin’ on ya back. Never forget that.
ran: (suddenly smiling again) Welp, I said what I wanted to say, I'll be headin’ home now. Cya tomorrow~
-ran leaves-
kongou: See you.
mizuki: ...Godammit.
—end
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Chapter 4 extra
-izakaya-
ginsei: Sorry I'm late.
menou: No worries. We just started ordering without you.
nekome: Yo~
ginsei: Are the other two not coming?
maica: Rindou messaged me saying he'd be late. Sinju is with him.
ginsei: Oh, are they still at Starless? I didn't realise.
menou: No point doing a cheers now. Here's your beer Ginsei.
ginsei: Thanks. (drinks) Phew... Today was another tiring day.
nekome: Pfft hahah, that's your opening after having some beer? How come you're completely exhausted when we don't even have a show right now? Ah, is it cause you're getting old?
ginsei: Quit teasing me. I've had to take the shifts that Mizuki's been boycotting.
maica: What, why you?
ginsei: I got asked by Unei-kun and couldn't find a way to refuse.
nekome: It's cause you look like a pushover. You just have that sorta face.
ginsei: My face has nothing to do with this. And while I do have sympathy for Mizuki I just wish he'd notify me in advance.
nekome: So Mizuki's boycotting work huh~ I see, I see.
menou: How nostalgic. He used to run away all the time because he hates Rindou, didn't he?
maica: Had he always been like that from the start?
menou: As far as I know, yeah. Haru-san had a knack for incorporating it into P's shows.
nekome: Ah~ That sounds like her~
ginsei: There's no way Koharu-sama would've done that. She looked after Mizuki more than anyone.
menou: Uwah, there it is.
nekome: Whenever I hear Ginsei talk like this it feels like I'm back at the old Starless~
ginsei: ...These drunks.
maica: Before they left today Team B looked like they were at a loss... What do you think Mizuki will do?
ginsei: Who knows. Mizuki is a team leader, so I'm sure he'll work something out on his own. He's different from the days where he would just run away from everything.
—end
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Chapter 4 SideA
-rehearsal room-
mizuki: Oi, cut the music.
kongou: Got it.
mizuki: Guys, we can't perform like this, where's the energy? Lico, Kongou, you gotta be more like 'GYAA' or it won't have any impact.
lico: (heavy breathing) ...Listen. It seems like you're too dumb to understand this so I'll put it bluntly. It's impossible for four people to keep up with something that was meant for five. Our own parts aside, needing to fill in for Heath's is unmanageable.
kongou: We're just doing what we can... Say, Mizuki. I know it's a bit late but couldn't we still try and look for a substitute?
mizuki: No way. Even if we got someone they wouldn't be able to match up with us. No one but us can do this.
kongou: Hm...
lico: Then why don't you cover for Heath's part yourself. You’re the leader and it was your decision. Surely you can do it and weren't just bluffing.
mizuki: You bastard...
-ran breaks them up-
ran: Ok ok, stop~! Lico, I get what ya sayin' but watch the wordin' yeah?
lico: ...Tch.
ran: You too Mizuki, you need to realise that what ya sayin' is unrealistic.
mizuki: I already—
ran: 'Know that' is what ya wanna say right? Mizuki, ya don't get it at all. Ya need to properly think about a feasible way for us to perform this show as four people. This is what ya proposed and what ya wanted, isn't it?
mizuki: Tch... I'm gonna go wash my face.
ran: Sure.
-mizuki leaves-
kongou: Thanks Ran, I thought that was going to turn into a fight.
ran: No problem~ But ya really ain't very useful when it matters huh, Kongou.
kongou: Sorry about that…
—end
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Chapter 4 SideA extra
-outside shrine, day time-
mizuki: ......
gui: Mizuki.
mizuki: What? Oh it's you, Gui.
gui: Here.
mizuki: Hm? What's this?
-opens bag-
mizuki: Takoyaki! But why? Are you giving these to me?
gui: Yeah.
mizuki: For reals? Thanks! Holy crap, it's the 16 pack! C'mon eat some with me.
gui: Ok.
-gui sits with mizuki-
mizuki: (eating noises) Takoyaki tastes swo gwood!
gui: (also eating) ...Yeah.
mizuki: How come you brought these to me?
gui: Kongou told me to bring you something to eat if I saw you. You didn't eat your staff meal today.
mizuki: ...You guys don't need to worry about something like that. You're overblowing it, I just wanted to step outside.
gui: .......
mizuki: Gui, these are from the usual takoyaki joint right?
gui: Yeah.
mizuki: How come you bought nothing but takoyaki? They have sets with karaage too don't they?
gui: Yes.
mizuki: Why didn't you get that one? I wanna eat it.
gui: Ok.
—end
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Chapter 4 SideB
-break room-
hari: Things have turned out how you predicted, Zakuro.
zakuro: Hm? Predicting the future is not my forte, whatever could you be talking about?
hari: Team B will be performing as a group of four.
zakuro: Oh I see, I do recall saying that.
kasumi: It's a show that was made for five, so it's going to be tough on them~
hari: I know right. I wonder why they didn't try to find a substitute.
kasumi: I think it's probably due to Mizuki's personality. He wouldn't want to find a substitute.
zakuro: How admirable. Does he mean to say that no one on this earth could be a replacement for Heath?
hari: Admirable, you say? Hm, I suppose. However, what about when you look at it as a leader's decision? If Mokuren were to be in the same situation, do you think they'd decide for us to stand on stage as four?
kasumi: I don't think so. Mokuren would find a substitute for any position.
hari: Right? Most probably of all the current team leaders, Mizuki is the only one who wouldn't find a replacement.
zakuro: Hm. So basically you think that Mizuki is a fool?
hari: Yes. I think that he is foolish. However, I feel like this is also part of Team B's appeal in some way or another.
zakuro: Oh? How would you describe their appeal then?
hari: Their bonds, I suppose. They have a strong sense of unity and don't change.
kasumi: Whereas for Team K or Team P, the members switching out doesn't cause any issues.
hari: I think the team leader's disposition also plays a large part in it. However, this time Heath's absence has exposed Team B's weak point. I wonder how they will compensate for this issue from now on.
zakuro: As expected of you Hari, worrying about our rivals future. We must follow your noble example.
hari: Ah, no, I wasn't trying to say I was worried about them...
zakuro: However our opponents are mad dogs, if you let your guard down they'll be at your throat in an instant. Team B are a wounded beast that's missing part of itself. Let us proceed without getting too careless.
—end
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Chapter 4 SideB extra
-starless hallway-
saki: Hello, Qu-san.
qu: Oh, hello. And to you too, Yakou.
yakou: Hey, did your rehearsal finish?
qu: Yeah, there weren't any issues.
yakou: That's good. Cause I mean, Team B are trying and failing to make it work with four people, so I can't help but think that I'm glad C also has a show—
qu: Yakou.
yakou: Ah, sorry. She was there when Heath collapsed right? My bad, I should've been more considerate.
saki: No it's fine... I think the ones that are the most worried are Team B themselves.
yakou: The versus is continuing then huh...
qu: Seems like it, that's what Team B want. So we need to fight back. I don't like it but if we hesitate then the guests will realise something is up. Not to mention Mokuren is the kind of person who won't back down until a conclusion is reached.
yakou: Mokuren huh... They seem like the type that wouldn't compromise when it comes to a competition.
qu: There's that but it seems Mokuren also has his own opinions towards Team B, or more specifically towards Mizuki.
saki: Huh? Mokuren-san does?
qu: I wouldn't go as far as to say he regards Mizuki as an enemy, but lately he seems to be quite fixated on him.
yakou: You mean like, as rivals?
qu: No, nothing friendly like that. Their beliefs towards the stage are just fundamentally different. They can't see eye to eye.
yakou: Mm... I kind of get what you mean.
qu: In Team B's case, they all move forward with the same feelings, the place they arrive at together would be called their goal. Team C is different. We all individually find a way to move towards the goal that's decided by our leader.
saki: When you put it that why, your teams really are completely different.
yakou: Yeah, it's like your directions were different from the very start.
qu: That's why I don't think it's possible for those two to become rivals.
yakou: I see. Thanks, sorry for asking about strange things right before your show.
qu: It's fine. I should get going, I hope you enjoy the show.
saki: Yes, please do your best.
yakou: We should get going too, I'll take you to your seat.
—end
To Part 3
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PART 3. ACCIDENTAL SUGAR DADDY?
SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.
PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader
WORD COUNT. 2.4k
GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut
WARNINGS. none in this chapter
A/N. happy new year y’all! :3 i hope you have a good 2021 and here is some flirty ceo!shouto for u to enjoy as we enter the new year hehe ;) thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! xx sof
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“I heard you dropped by this weekend,” you said as a greeting, a playful smile on your lips. “Looking for me?”
If the tips of his ears didn’t tinge pink, you would have guessed Shouto was completely unaffected by your words.
“Mn.” He drew his attention away from your gaze and pointedly adjusted his cufflinks. “Good morning to you too.”
You laughed, accepting you wouldn’t get anything out of your attempt at teasing. “Morning, Shouto. How was your weekend?”
The cafe was quite busy this hour, but Miyazaki took over the other register to alleviate the stress (though, what she really said was so you and pretty boy—who happened to be rich rich—could talk). Whatever the reason, you were glad for a small break whenever you could get it.
“You could say it was busy,” he replied, sounding a bit tired. For the first time since you met him, you actually noticed how exhausted he looked. You wanted to put cucumbers on his eyes and lay his head down on your lap to coax him to sleep. Nonetheless, he smiled softly at you. “And yours? I hope you were able to have time to rest and relax.”
You nodded. “I just slept a lot and caught up on the shows I missed throughout the week.”
“The real way a weekend should be spent.”
His voice was teasing but he didn’t sound mocking. Just...somewhat playful. There was something about his tone that made you want to hear it again.
“Something tells me you need a weekend away where you could just relax and do nothing,” you commented, tapping the back of your pen to your chin. “Do you not have any days off at work?”
He considered this. “Depends what you mean by day off.”
“If you have to ask that, that probably means you don’t have a day off, huh?” you said with a frown, holding your hand over your chest as you sighed dramatically. “You poor thing. Overworked and tired. Maybe I should steal you away one weekend and get you to just relax.”
You were only half-serious.
“Maybe you should,” agreed Shouto, sounding full-serious.
“Maybe I will,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Maybe you could if you actually had his number… Then, feeling shameful you said, “But, ah, anyway, what can I get for you today? We actually have cheese danishes again!”
His face brightened. “You do? I’ll take five dozen.”
With a laugh you took down his order. You really weren’t sure where all these pastries were going when he bought it, but judging from his expression, you figured it must be somewhere good.
“And for your drink?”
“This time I’ll have a large green tea with almond milk, please.”
You nodded but tilted your head to the side in question. “No coffee with extra shots of espresso today?”
“I add too much sugar and creamer to my coffee,” he admitted sheepishly. “And with all the baked goods I’ve been eating I realized I may have had an excess amount of sweets lately.”
With an understanding laugh you patted his hand that was resting on the counter woefully. “I can definitely relate to that. If too many sweets are bad for you they shouldn’t have made it taste so good.”
Shouto glanced down at where your hands touched, an expression you couldn’t quite discern on his face. Averting your gaze, you quickly pulled your hand back. Was that inappropriate of you? Did he find it too pushy?
“Oh— Sorry about that,” you said, rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. “Got a bit ahead of myself there.”
“No, it’s fine.” He blinked once. “I didn’t mind.”
Unsure if he meant anything by that and unsure if you were reading too much into things, you simply brushed the topic off and moved on to getting his order in telling him the price.
“Paying by card again, I’m assuming?” you asked before hitting the appropriate button on the screen.
“Correct.”
By now the sight of the sleek and pretty credit card was one you grew rather fond of as he scanned over the payment terminal and signed his name. Was it weird you wanted to examine his signature more closely? Shouto seemed like the type of person who would have a fancy signature that somehow looked like art.
As per routine, you told him his order would be ready for pick up at his right and, before he left the register, he thanked you and gave you another $100.
Did it feel any less strange than the first time he tipped you? Not really, no. But you still weren’t going to complain about a generous tip from a willing customer.
Before he left with his cheese danishes and cup of tea in hand, he stopped by next to you with a small smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”
You grinned back. “Can’t wait, Shouto!”
— ✩ —
This went on for a whole other week. By this point, he had given you over $1,000 in tip and you were starting to feel like you should give him something in return despite him assuring you he didn’t expect anything.
When you told your friends about the nice guy you met while you were working and they asked for the details, the first thing they said in response to your situation was, “Sugar daddy?”
Before they planted that thought into your head, you just took it as a rich businessman who hated the rich and believed in redistribution of wealth—you couldn’t complain about that. That made him even more appealing, if you must say. But once Kaminari and Ashido whispered those two words, you couldn’t help but see the comparisons.
You had no issues with sugar daddies or sugar babies; as long as they were two consenting adults, what did it matter to you? It just wasn’t something you were looking for at the time and you didn’t want Shouto to get the wrong impression or involve yourself in something you weren’t ready to.
As you commuted to work for your next morning shift, you told yourself today was the day you’d thank him one final time for the tips, but tell him you couldn’t accept anymore. You were sure he’d be understanding but you also hoped it wouldn’t deter him from coming to see you. That was the last thing you’d want.
“Mrs. Miyazaki,” you said between customers. “When Shouto comes in, do you think I can step away from the register to talk to him for a little? I promise it’ll be brief!”
She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. Are you finally going to ask him out or something?”
You scratched the back of your neck. “Or something, yeah.”
Thankfully, by the time Shouto arrived today, it was later than he normally came, meaning rush hour was almost dying down.
“Good morning! Someone’s a little late today,” you teased. “Overslept?”
“I wish,” he sighed wistfully. “I had a meeting early this morning and it just ended. Didn’t have a chance to pick up some coffee or pastries beforehand.”
You frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope whoever was hosting the meeting at least provided you guys drinks and snacks!”
He paused. “He did, but… I just thought yours were better.”
Smiling at the compliment, you preened. “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised. And I’m glad you were able to drop by still. Would’ve missed you too much otherwise.”
Again, you were only half-serious.
“Hm. I would’ve missed you too.”
And again, he seemed full-serious. Not that you minded.
After taking his order and watching him pay, you pulled him to the side, looking over at your boss so she knew what was going on. She gave you a brief nod as you turned your attention to Shouto.
A lapse of silence went by and he spoke up, “Did you have something you wanted to say?”
“Yeah, actually.” You wrung your fingers nervously, hoping you wouldn’t say anything to offend him since you knew his actions were coming from a kind place. “I just wanted to say… I’m not really looking for a sugar daddy right now.”
He blinked once. Then twice. “Pardon?”
You stared at him, unsure what to say.
“I— Sorry. I wasn’t… It’s not my intention to be a...sugar daddy either.” Shouto’s face flushed a bright pink that made your own cheeks warm up in response.
“But the—the money? I just… I guess I thought…” You winced.
So he wasn’t trying to pick up a sugar baby… Well, this was awkward. But regardless, you think you’ve gotten close enough to him to the point where it would feel weird accepting money from him.
“I’m sorry if I was unclear. It really is just a tip to show appreciation for your service here.”
You shook your head. “No! Sorry, that makes sense! My friends just said… And then I…” you trailed off, feeling a million times more flustered than when you started. “Sorry about that. The sugar daddy mishap aside, I still wanted to say that I really appreciate the tips you gave, but I don’t think I can accept them anymore.”
Slowly, he nodded, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I understand. Did something happen?”
“No, nothing happened!” you were quick to assure. “I really am thankful, but… I think we’ve gotten too close for me to be comfortable accepting that much money, you know?”
Shouto tilted his head to the side, listening intently.
“Like,” you tried to explain, fiddling with your apron, “over the past few weeks I just think we’ve gotten to know each other more and I think of you as a friend of sorts now.” You peered at him through your lashes, hoping your words were making sense. “I think as a relationship develops—for me, at least—adding money into the mix can cause weird power imbalances if not communicated properly. And I just don’t want that for us.”
He thought through your words for a while before agreeing. “I get what you mean. I wouldn’t want to unintentionally make you feel like you owe me anything, so if you’re not comfortable with it, I can stop.”
“Thanks, Shouto,” you said with a beam, glad he was so receptive. Really though, what else did you expect? From your interactions with him you took him to be kindhearted and open. Of course he wouldn’t be upset over this. “But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean you should stop coming! Right? I don’t want to stop being your friend or anything!”
With a small laugh, he nodded. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to part with my favorite cafe. And I’d like to keep being friends as well.”
Those words warmed your heart. You really were nervous about this confrontation earlier; you didn’t want voicing your opinion to mean ending your friendship. (Although, if you sharing what you were comfortable with was enough to end a relationship, then you supposed it was bound to be a toxic and stifling one in the long run and it was good to know in the beginning to end it before it could grow.) Turns out, however, that you didn’t even need to worry about that. He was understanding and sweet and you were glad to have gotten this out of the way.
“Well, as new friends,” you said, gently nudging his side, “maybe we should get to know each other more? Exchange numbers… Hang out outside of this cafe…” You ran through some suggestions, almost bouncing on your feet in excitement. “I mean, I know you’re always so busy and might not have much free time to hang out. But— If you’re ever free one weekend…”
“I’d enjoy that,” he cut in, saving you from blabbering your mouth off and accidentally embarrassing yourself. “Didn’t you say you’d steal me away from work to relax? I’m still holding you to that.”
The beginnings of a smirk formed on his face as he looked at your flustered expression. Was he teasing you?
You huffed, pretending to be insulted by his playful mocking. “Guess I’ll really have to do it then.”
“Guess so.”
“Maybe you should give me your number first so we could plan it.”
“Okay.”
He handed you his phone and you handed him yours, both of your adding your numbers to the contact list. Smiling, you held the phone in front of the two of you to take a contact picture of yourself for Shouto’s phone. To your complete surprise, he laughed before promptly following suit and taking a selfie for his contact image.
“Cute,” you said when he handed you back your phone.
“You too.”
Placing your device back in your pocket, you looked at him, hand on hip. “Since when did you become such a smooth-talker? Am I going to have to guard my heart now?”
His only response was a shrug, but you could see hints of a smile playing on his face. The two of you seemed to be smiling a lot lately, you couldn’t help but notice.
“I should probably let you go to work now—and I should go back to mine.” You gestured to the growing line at the front of the store. Your manager looked like she had things under control, but you didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “You should text me later though. If you want.”
“I’ll do that,” Shouto promised, picking up his drink and pastry boxes from the side counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. And… I’ll message you soon.”
As you watched him leave the store, you were certain you had a silly look on your face as you stared in a trance.
“I’ll turn my phone off silent just for you!” you said to his back, hoping he understood what a momentous occasion this was. Your phone was always on silent (unless you were playing a game, of course). But for Shouto, you could handle hearing the obnoxious ringtone and text tone.
With an amused expression he nodded before waving goodbye.
Later on that day, at the end of your shift, you noticed a new message from a certain someone that made your stomach flutter.
Shouto: Hi there. It’s Shouto :)
You never knew those four simple words would be enough to keep the grin plastered on your face up until the moment your head hit your pillow to fall asleep. But, damn— Were you glad that happened to be the case.
a/n: whY WAS SHOUTO AND Y/N EXCHANGING NUMBERS SO CUTE idk that scene got me all blushy and :DDD HFJDKSF like taking a selfie with shouto and getting his number? only goal in life BFHFGF,, also y/n said no more tips how we feeling? ;o
what to expect in the next part:
an unwanted visitor ಥ_ಥ
shouto has a...proposition for y/n
FLIRTING FLUFF SO MUCH CUTENESS U MIGHT CRY
y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~
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Moment || Aaron Hotchner x gn Reader
A/N: hiiii besties expanding on a lil prompt from the weekend due to popular demand! Thank you to @the-modernmary for helping me with it!! If u liked this teeny bit of angst u will love her fics!!
just a little note for those of you who read The Right: I am going on vacation this coming Saturday-Wednesday. I will have the chapters queued to post for y’all, but I will not be able to respond to taglist requests or update the masterlist until I come back! Still let me know what you think about the chapters though, they’re some good ones! ok onto this fic.
contains: slight cursing, alcohol consumption
wc: 1.7k
You take a deep breath as you walk out of Strauss’s office, taking exactly one beat to regain your composure before hastily making your way over to Hotch’s office, letting yourself in without knocking.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” you said by way of greeting as you crossed his office and settled into one of the chairs across from his desk.
“Tell you what?” Hotch asks, looking up from his paperwork with confusion knit across his brow.
“That Strauss was going to harangue me the second I walked into the building this morning. I seriously didn’t even make it past security before she nabbed me.” You told him, disgruntled.
“I didn’t know. What did she want?” Aaron asks, and you look up and see that he’s telling the truth-- he really didn’t know.
“Oh… I assumed she would have cleared it with you before she asked me.” You said, your boisterous energy deflating the longer you sat in the chair.
“Is she pulling you for undercover work? She always does that, and she never asks if we have anything coming up or what your consult workload is--”
“No, Hotch. She’s, uh, she’s not pulling me for undercover work.”
“What is it?”
“She said the director tapped me to lead the field office in Vegas.” You confessed, looking up and seeing the air leave Aaron’s chest.
“Wow.” Aaron says, blinking.
“Yeah,” you agreed.
“And you’re going to take it?” He asked.
“I told her that I needed some time to think about it.” You answer him.
“What’s there to think about?” He wonders.
There’s a moment where you think you might actually roll your eyes at him. There’s a moment where you consider begging him to give you a reason to stay. There’s a moment where you consider crossing the desk and depositing yourself in his lap, kissing him with the weight of all of the feelings that had you wanting to stay.
But, after a moment, you realize that none of that’s happening. He’s sitting across from you, looking at you like you’d be the biggest fool in the world not to take advantage of this opportunity, and maybe he was right. Maybe you would spend the rest of your life wanting him one-sidedly, wondering what good you could have done for the world if you had simply accepted that he’d never love you back.
“Nothing,” you answered, after a moment. “There’s absolutely nothing to think about at all.”
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Aaron’s barely even distracted when you swing his door open and plop yourself into one of his chairs first thing in the morning. He’s used to it, by now. He may have been a less-than-willing participant in your friendship at the beginning of your relationship, but now he was glad to call you someone he was close to. His closest friend, really.
His ears perk up when you mention Strauss. “Is she pulling you for undercover work?’ He starts to rant, already planning the tirade he’s going to deliver to Erin when he notices your demeanor change. You’re… shy, all of a sudden. You’ve never hidden from him before. He doesn’t like it.
“She said the director tapped me for the field director position in Vegas,” You revealed. The sentence hit him like a punch in the gut.
“Wow,” is all he can manage to get out, fighting the way his throat threatens to close up. “And you’re going to take it?” He asks, although he knows the answer will break his heart.
“I told her I needed some time to think about it.”
“What’s there to think about?’ He asked, allowing himself to hope for a moment that you’ll make some grand confession, to imagine for a moment that you might possibly feel the same way he does, to believe for a moment that he’s worthy of your love. But he’s not.
“Nothing. There’s absolutely nothing to think about at all,” you tell him, standing up and leaving with a forced casualness.
Aaron had been married long enough to know that that tone and those words together mean the exact opposite of what they are supposed to mean-- but he was still confused. What could possibly make you stay? And how could he find it before you left?
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The following days between you and Aaron had been chilly, to say the least. You didn’t bounce ideas off of each other on cases like you normally would. You came to the opposite conclusions at every turn. You were out of sync, and everyone felt it. So when the case wrapped up on a Friday afternoon, you were more than happy to rush home to a bottle of wine, a pint of ice cream, your moving boxes and some trashy reality television.
You’d given up on packing after about an hour. Your heart just wasn’t in it. So instead, you lounged in your pajamas, sipping at your wine in the hopes that it would guide you to your first full night of sleep since you’d spoken with Strauss. You’re just about to head to bed when there’s a knock at your door. You swing it open, revealing Aaron, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.
“I was an asshole.” He offers. “Am I interrupting anything, or?”
“Just packing,” you say, wanting to twist the knife a little bit even if it wasn’t truthful. Aaron is undeterred, and steps inside anyways.
“I didn’t want you to leave with us still in the middle of the fight. You can be as mad as you want in the morning, but have a glass of champagne with me?” He asks, with those big brown eyes you could never refuse.
“Fine,” you sighed, still easily won over by him, even when you were heartbroken and mad.
“Here, you open it. Congratulations,” he tells you, handing over the bottle. You start picking at the foil, and he speaks up in the silence. “Things are going to be different without you, you know. I like that our team is structured the way it is… as a team, but you know, in a lot of ways, it was nice to have a partner in you.”
“You know, come to think of it, I’m not sure if I even have cups. They might be packed away,” you say, still picking at the foil and decidedly not looking Aaron in the eye. He chuckles a little at your comment.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you’re gone. I mean, who else can rein in Derek, or get to see me the big picture, or talk Emily off the ledge when I’m sure she’s about to go rogue?’
“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him, setting the bottle on the counter, still unopened. Aaron heaves a sigh.
“You should stay.” He says, after a moment.
“What?” You say, blinking, because surely you must be drunk or dreaming or something else.
“You should stay here. You don’t have to take the job in Vegas.”
“Haha, very funny,” you joked, bringing your attention back to the bottle to avoid looking him in the eye.
“I’m serious. Listen, I know I said there was nothing to think about, but I changed my mind.”
“Oh, did you? And what if I haven’t changed mine?” You asked, getting angry now.
Not able to hold back for another second, he takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you. “Just, think about that before you board a plane. Okay?” He says, and before you can even speak, you hear the door swing shut behind him.
Damn you, Hotchner.
You don’t sleep a wink. When 8am finally rolls around, you pull yourself out of bed and get dressed, heading over to Aaron’s. As you buckle your seatbelt, you realize that you know you have to go over there but you have no clue what it is you even want to say to him. You hope you’ll figure it out without sounding completely insane as you knock on Aaron’s door, and he swings it open, still in his sweatpants and incredibly surprised to find you on his doorstep.
“I’m even more mad at you right now than I was last night,” you tell him by way of greeting.
“That’s understandable. I haven’t been very fair to you,” he agrees, and the fact that he’s being so reasonable only makes you angrier. You slip past him and step inside the apartment.
“I don’t get it. You couldn’t just let me move on, start a new life and forget about the torch I’ve been burning for my boss the entire time I’ve worked here? You had to have the last word, even if I was leaving forever.”
“No,” Aaron says, and you bite your tongue, trying to allow him a moment to respond even if you weren’t feeling all that gracious. “No, I couldn’t let you move on thinking the torch you were carrying ws unrequited.”
You’re struck by his words. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m sorry, it doesn’t matter. It’s a great opportunity for you in Vegas. I’m happy for you, and you shouldn’t let this--”
“Hotch, what are you trying to say?”
“Just that I’m proud of you, and I know that you’ll do excellent work, and--”
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to hide from me.” You call him out, and he looks at you for a moment. This time, you don’t break his glance.
“I’m not trying to hide. I’m just too late.” He tells you, looking down at the floor.
“Tell me, Hotchner. Tell me, please.” You beg of him, shifting to try to get him to look you in the eye.
“I love you, and I figured it out too late.”
You draw in a sharp breath, and he’s sure he’s ruined any vestiges of friendship that still existed between the two of you in this moment, and that you’ll board your plane to Las Vegas and he’ll become a creepy old boss that you never think about again. He takes a moment to look at you, a moment to mourn what might have been, a moment to remember the way your laugh made him smile while the memories were still fresh. He takes a moment, and then you speak up.
“No,” you correct him. “You figured it out just in time.”
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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch. 11)
Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood
Previous Chapter: Invisible Ties
Next Chapter: Goldenrod
Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader
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Additional notes: This is so funny but I made a mistake in assuming the previous Goodwill event was held in Tokyo. Rewatched JJK and found out it was in Kyoto so I had to rewrite it XD.
Chapter 11: Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill Event
Breakfast was a quiet affair. He brought out a short table and you had the meal side by side.
It was grilled salmon and miso soup. You both stole glances at each other when the other wasn't looking.
A domestic life with Noritoshi. Yeah you could get used to this. "Thank you for the meal Noritoshi." You smiled and offered to wash the dishes.
He stood behind you in the small kitchenette as you did, humming softly to yourself. Noritoshi was holding your waist gently and leaning his forehead against your shoulder. Thumbing small circles into the sides of your hips.
You quietly smiled at yourself, not expecting Noritoshi to love physical affection this much. After washing the dishes, you laughed as you placed your ice cold hands on his neck, forcing him to let go of you and flinch back with a frown.
Leaving Noritoshi’s dorm after breakfast had terrible timing apparently. You bumped into Todo senpai on your way out.
“Ah.” You both stared at each other for a bit. Noritoshi was still behind you, the door to his dorm room open. It didn’t help that you had your pillows and blankets in your hands.
And you were still in pajamas.
“So is this like a thing now? Congratulations on getting together.” Todo smiled down at you.
“Ah uhm- we- I- “ You stuttered, but Noritoshi wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him.
“Yes we are dating. And what of it?” He stared Todo down. You were flustered but incredibly pleased upon finally hearing a solid label between the two of you.
Todo just grinned. “So you actually have decent taste in women huh Kamo?”
“The best.” He replied dryly. You flushed and whined at Noritoshi, pawing at his robes. He just pulled you closer and hid your face in his chest.
“Didn’t know you had this shy side Tsuchi chan.” Todo was laughing. He bid both of you goodbye, and by the end of the day the entire campus knew both of you were dating.
But of course the both of you didn’t know it yet. “So…. you’re my boyfriend now Toshi?” you reached up to twirl his hair in your fingers as you made your belongings float in midair.
His eyes sparkled at the nickname. He leaned down close to you, “So it seems. Are you unhappy?”
“No. I’m happy.” You leaned up to press your lips against the corner of his.
Noritoshi sent you off, only letting you go after he had gotten a huge hug from you with a deep kiss to the cheek. He realized with a small jolt that he was pretty much touch-starved (no surprises there).
Wishing for more of your hugs and kisses already, and you just left for a few moments. He sighed heavily and shook his head.
Later that day, you bumped into Miwa as you were leaving your dorm. It was the weekend so you all had no classes and missions. She hesitantly called out a “Congratulations. You finally got together with Kamo senpai yeah?”
You looked at her in surprise. “How did you-”
“Todo senpai.”
“That man really doesn’t keep his mouth shut.”
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It was a different experience, having the other students tease the both of you about your new relationship as a real boyfriend and girlfriend. You felt weird by calling him your lover.
"I called it!" Mai proudly smirked down at you. "We all did Mai chan." Momo senpai giggled, bumping her hip with yours as you looked shocked over the bets they placed.
Noritoshi always had a soft smile for you. He recently managed his time better, finishing his studies very early so he could spend more time with you.
Not shy to take your hand whenever you meet in the hallways and drag you for a picnic under the huge Plum Tree or just to hug you quickly before going off to a mission.
You were more open, hopping up to him in the hallways and greeting him cheerfully. ‘It was nice’, you thought to yourself.
Ever the overthinker, you at times think of the secrets he mentioned having. Probably personal matters he wasn’t ready to talk about. That’s fine, you had your own fair share as well. Time will heal and bring whatever it may to the both of you.
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The Kyoto-Tokyo sister school goodwill event was drawing near. You and your fellow first years wished all your participating seniors good luck.
“I heard they also have a Special Grade 1st year student in Tokyo Tech.” You perked up at that, “Is that so?”
“I highly doubt they’d come though. Just like how you aren’t participating, Tsuchi. Usually 2nd and 3rd years are the ones participating. It is going to be held here in Kyoto Tech since we won last year.” Todo grinned.
You wondered about that.
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Just a few days before the goodwill event, Utahime texted you and said Noritoshi was injured from a mission. So of course you flew as fast as you could to his room, where he was being treated.
"Noritoshi!!" You wheezed out, entering his room in a burst of wind. You had come back from a lunch date with an old classmate from elementary.
You hurried over to his bedside and looked him over. He slowly turned to you, eyes widening. He smiled, "An angel is here."
You flushed and laughed out loud, "Noritoshi you've lost it. It's just me. Y/n." You brushed some stray hairs out of his face.
He continued staring at you dreamily, “Angel”. You were all dressed up, face fully made up. Rouge lipstick with a light touch of blush on your cheeks. You had your round shades on, prettily framing your face.
He used a free and uninjured hand to reach and cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch before pushing his arm back down. "You need rest." You said gently.
You placed your hands over his chest and activated your reverse cursed technique. He groaned as he felt his skin stitch back together. "Shhh, it will be fine."
He wasn't that badly injured thank goodness. “Angel, have you seen my y/n? I miss her.” He whined. You patted him on the forehead and shushed him with a quick kiss.
Why was he behaving like this?? You turned to the nurse packing their things from the corner, “I put him on anesthesia. He will be loopy for a bit.”
“Ah.” This might be a little bit fun. “Toshiii~ It’s me y/n how could you not recognize me?” You pouted. Noritoshi pouted and whined in return. The nurse pointedly ignored both of you and quickly left the room.
He stared at you with the biggest eyes he’s ever made, seemingly thinking hard. “Don’t think too hard, you’ll lose brain cells.” you whispered.
“Hold me.” He demanded not unlike a child asking for candy. And so you sat beside him and held onto his hand. You watched as he fell asleep, clinging onto your hand.
This loose-tongued and childish side to Noritoshi was just too adorable.
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Noritoshi stirred awake, seeing you so close to him. You were laying on top of his chest, one hand holding onto his.
He stared at your profile half sprawled over his blanket and reached to put a hand on your back and rubbed it soothingly. Then let his hand rest on the back of your neck while tracing small circles on it with the pad of his thumb.
You were so sweet on him. It was a wonder to Noritoshi, who felt as though he was always lacking in physical affection. To see someone sincerely take care of him without requesting anything in return was refreshing for a change.
He watched as you stirred, then your hand tightened in his and you brought it close to your lips, all while you were still fast asleep. Noritoshi’s eyes twinkled. What were you dreaming about? Was it about him?
He watched as you slowly woke up. “Mmmm Toshiii~” you blearily reached out for him. You were able to wash up and change your clothes while he was asleep.
He pulled you into his bed, making your half sprawl over his lap. “Why didn’t you get in bed with me? Surely your back must hurt? It’s late now, sleep with me.” You looked at the clock and to your surprise it was indeed late. 2am.
“Okayy” you were still whiny, half asleep, and slightly grumpy from waking up. You both settled in the bed and fell asleep holding hands.
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It was finally the day of the Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill event. You were all out, 1st, 2nd and 3rd years with Utahime sensei and Principal Gakuganji, waiting for the Tokyo group to arrive.
Then you felt this ominous presence from afar. You took a few steps back, cursed energy flaring and winds whipping around you. Everyone looked at you in concern and Noritoshi whispered as he squeezed your hand, "Angel, you okay?"
You still found it funny how he now takes to calling you his angel when it’s just the two of you after you told him about his embarrassing moment when he was loopy on sedatives.
You stared off at a distance. "Everyone... Something… big is coming." You didn't realize that you felt Rika's presence from afar. Everyone tensed and looked in the same direction you were as the Tokyo participants came.
There were some really loud 2nd and 3rd years, but the one that stood out was a rather reserved boy with black hair. He had a Katana bag hooked over one shoulder. And a massive curse looming over him. ‘How is that thing not exorcised yet?!’
"Yooooo Everyone from Kyoto hello!!"
That voice. Your eye twitched. "Nice to meet you all again." Gojo Satoru cheerily yelled. Introductions were exchanged. The group challenge on the first day is Capture the Flag. The details for the individual battles tomorrow are yet to be announced.
Everyone was surprised to hear that the first year, Okkotsu Yuuta, the special grade cursed human, was participating to even out the numbers.
Based on that amount of cursed energy…. Tokyo school might win this year, you thought grimly. 'As long as there are no casualties please.' You prayed to yourself. You wished Noritoshi good luck with a quick hug.
After the participants were dismissed and released to their positions, the Kyoto 1st year's followed the two principals and Utahime sensei.
"Neko-chaaaan! How cruel, you don't wanna greet me?" His damn voice was so fucking loud everyone in the vicinity turned to Satoru.
(His nickname for you was cute but the story wasn't. When you were 4 years old, the Tsuchi family cat always ran away from you. You tried to be more catlike to befriend it, which Satoru found hilarious. Ergo, he started calling you Cat or Neko chan.)
Your eye twitched again as always does with Satoru. "Toru nii, it's been a while." You said, looking at the man leering down at your figure. He pulled you in for a side hug and ruffled your hair. "I missed you loads, it's been a while huh. How's school?"
"Not too bad." You fixed and patted your hair back down, aware of the eyes on you.
"Mmm, I bet." His bright blue [six] eyes could see the red strings linking your pinky to Noritoshi's. "You got a boyfriend by any chance y/n?"
You stopped at that and looked up at him. "Did Hiroki tell you anything?" "Nup" he always pops his P's obnoxiously.
You looked to the side and murmured "I do."
"You have a boyf-ooms" You slapped your hand over his mouth, floating up to his height. You could practically see his blue eyes gleaming behind those white bandages. "Keep your voice down dimwit." You hissed.
He licked your hand. "You're gross as always Toru," you wiped it on his sleeve as you walked on air to match his height.
"You should have told me you got a boyfriend. Anywayss, my students are gonna kick ass. Yuuta is pretty strong and he's the type to go all out you know?" He nudged you.
"Noritoshi and the senpais won't go down without a fight." You said. “Heehhh, is that so?”
You caught up a bit with him, making small talk as you made your way to the viewing rooms.
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Miwa later pulled you aside, "You know Gojo Satoru?! Isn't he, like, super famous?!"
"Uhhh?? He is?? … uhm I don't know. But we are family friends, he's like a brother to me really." You said confusedly. "The Tsuchimikado and Gojo clans always got along. His dad and my dad are friends."
"Ahhh I see." She nodded. She was still unfamiliar with the Great 3 clans and minor clans of Jujutsushi so it was understandable for her to be curious.
The rest of you filed into the room. The teachers allowed all of you to watch on the screens, so that you can get familiar with the goodwill event.
"Psst! Y/n sit beside me." You laughed as Satoru eagerly patted the seat beside him, sounding more like a teenager than a teacher. You scooted over to his side as he brought out snacks, chips, and popcorn. You stared at him. "You think this is a movie?"
"It's free entertainment." He shrugged.
And the event started. You all watched on the screens as both schools fought against curses while defending their home base flag and trying to take down the enemy's flag.
Todo, of course, was on the front lines, recklessly plowing into Tokyo high's home base. Hakari, a 3rd year, was facing him off, somehow holding his ground against him.
Noritoshi was following Momo around, taking down curses and stopping the other team's students from charging in.
But before they knew it, Yuuta was on the other side, flag in his hands. It wasn't a quick match but a rather rough one. At the very least, no one was injured badly.
Your eyes watched Okkotsu’s movements. It was very obvious he was new to fighting, but his brute force of cursed energy played well to his strengths. You were looking forward to tomorrow's matches.
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Three Spots -L.L
Chapter 3 // Previous
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Fem! Reader (but as exes), Loki Laufeyson x Sylvie Laufeydottir
Summary: The end approaches, but what does it solve?
Warnings: mentions of previous chapter so the same warnings as for that one, bad bitch behavior, cycles of grief (?), swearing.
A/N: Playlist is in bold as usual.
Everything moved so fast, she felt like she had Motion Sickness. One day she was head over heels for Loki, the next she was burning his shit. Funny how it didn’t help that much, she still cried herself to sleep every night.
“Brother, It Will Rain.” Thor said, a hand on the other mans shoulder. “When it does, I hope you can conjure up an umbrella that can withstand fire and acid.” Loki gave a weak smile.
Sylvie and Loki weren’t exactly together, their love was a kind of Skinny Love. All bones and nothing else. Harsh corners but no cushion. It wasn’t like how he and Y/N were, and he didn’t know why that was. He loved himself, so shouldn’t Sylvie be more than enough?
“Nope! Not Allowed!” Snapped Natasha, guarding the cracked open doorway with her body. “Leave her the fuck alone, go suck yourself off. Or I guess get your female version to do it for you.”
“Natasha, please I just need to see her. I want to make this right.” Loki begged to see his ex lover, who was behind the bed, hiding from him. “All I Wanted to say is that there is nobody who will ever compare to you-“ Loki was cut off when the door slammed closed. He huffed, but in his usual fashion he wouldn’t give up.
“Please, take it for a Test Drive? Try going outside of the room? It’s not healthy, everyone is worried.” Wanda pleaded with her, it had been a week since anyone other than Wanda and Natasha saw the girl.
“I don’t wanna…don’t wanna see him. Not with her. I think I’d die. Or kill.” Wanda places a hand on her shoulder.
“But, Y/N, he’s weak now. He’s been waddling around with a Jar of Hearts held out in front of him, one tap thats strong enough, and he’s down.” Natasha took another approach to consoling, a prospect of revenge.
A few days passed before Y/N crept outside of her room to get something to eat from the kitchen. It felt good, to only be surrounded by friends. But she knew as the weeks came and went; She’d see Loki eventually. Still, Thor was like a brother to her; and she a sister to him. “Ah! Lady Y/N how radiant you look these days!” he complimented her, knowing full well that Loki was around the corner.
“Well, Tears Dry On Their Own; Regardless if your brother is there to wipe them away this time. Which, he isn’t. He won’t even be allowed within two feet if he wants to be safe.”
Loki stayed away, even though he wanted nothing more than to kiss her as hard as he could. He wanted to go back to when she was happy with him, when he was loyal to her. But he knew she was no longer the girl who would take his pathetic self back, she was strong; and it terrified him. It took him two weeks to make himself known in her presence, he didn’t speak to her as he knew it would cause chaos.
Eventually, a month had passed. He knew he could try and speak to her because she had said “Thank you.” to him when he passed her the salt. Yes, he knew it was fucking pathetic; but he didn’t care. Because at the end of the day, she talked to him.
“When I Was Your Man, I don’t remember you laughing as hard as you do now.” It was true, she had never smiled quite so wide in the time they had spent together. As much as it hurt him to see her without him, he was delighted to see her smile.
“Yeah, you’re now my man anymore, Loki. Therefore I Am full of laughter. Crazy how that works.” Her tone was cold, full of pent up anger ready to boil over at any second. Loki took the hint, slipping away to his quarters as to not bother her anymore. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy; What better time for him to bump into Tony Stark on the way.
“Hey, Reindeer Games, You & Jennifer figure out other boarding plans?” Loki raised his eyebrow, not sure of what the mortal man was speaking of.
“Sylvie and me? No, we’re not moving in together. I plan to stay in my quarters and she can float around the galaxy as she pleases.” Tony’s lips spread into a wide,displeased expression.
“You aren’t staying, dickwad. I may have let Y/N keep you here as her plus one but not now. You’re not even part of our team, how could you be; you tried murdering all of us more than once? I gotta make space for the new kid anyway.” Loki’s stomach went cold when he realized what Tony was saying; he was being kicked to the curb. He was never accepted by the rest of the tower, they just put up with him for her sake.
“Who?” Loki scoffed, instinctually defensive.
“Spider boy just graduated, and seeing as how he is part of our team, he’s gonna need somewhere to sleep. Look, I’m giving you two days, get your shit together, sleep at the TVA; I don’t care, just don’t be here.” What was bad was now worse, where could he go? Mobius wasn’t exactly a phone call away, and he didn’t really want to go sleep in the archive section of the TVA library. But what other choice did he have?
“Y/N, I love you, but why do you always fall for the Black Sheep? I mean you’re so much better than Loki, why do you put up with these guys?” Natasha leaned down to her friend, her best attempt at being sensitive.
“‘Dunno. I shouldn’t fall for bad guys, I know. But, I thought Loki was different. Guess I was wrong.” She still wasn’t completely over it all, but she was leaning towards being able to talk about it. “I want him to be in pain, y’know? God, I sound so Selfish. But really, Nat, I just wanna see him burn.” She admits, pulling her knees into her chest.
“I mean, Good 4 U. I think you should feel that way, he deserves nothing but your anger.” Y/N shrugged in response, feeling an empty pit in her stomach both beginning to close and open up even more.
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The Conspiratorial Bullet: Chapter 8 / End
“Hey, Helena. In the middle of the game, you suddenly went along with that guy and disappeared — where on earth did you go?”
“Hmm…… Explaining it would be a real pain. Just imagine what you like.”
The girl groaned in annoyance. “……Can’t you just tell me? Meanie.”
After the game had ended with the blue team’s victory, as he observed Helena and her former friend’s conversation from a distance, Bond spoke to William.
“Those two sure have gotten closer, haven’t they?”
William answered with a smile.
“Perhaps it’s like how after rain, comes fair weather.” [1]
“Though for the two of them, it must’ve been like a bolt from the blue, huh.”
After that modest exchange of proverbs, Bond wondered aloud.
“Moran-kun and I haven’t heard the details, but for now, can we consider the case closed without incident?”
“Yep; the perpetrator has been caught, and the threat to Helena and her family has been effectively eliminated.”
This time, the plan had been set up after William and the others leveraged their intelligence network to identify the criminal, and then shared the information they’d obtained with Helena. From his profile of Andy, William had read the man’s every move, then intentionally left him at large in order to catch him in the act — that was the entire flow of it. Hence, apart from the key players involved, the others had been told nothing more than that they would be “using the game to capture the criminal”.
William had put an end to it all. After hearing his report, Bond seemed satisfied.
“That’s great. To be honest, ever since I got caught up in the game, I’ve been thinking a little — that maybe, I haven’t actually done anything useful today.”
“Far from it; on the contrary, it’s because you took the game so seriously, that Andy dropped his guard and carried out his plan to frame Mr Kevin.”
“——So you’re saying the match between me and the old geezer was well and truly a serious one.”
Placing a hand on William’s shoulder, Moran joined the conversation. Behind him stood Jack and Albert.
Jack sighed in consternation.
“You’re quite persistent, you know. It was just one hit.”
Yet Moran was undeterred.
“Still, it’s a fact that I scored that hit. If it was a real bullet, you would’ve been a goner.”
“Wasn’t it because it wasn’t live that it managed to hit me……?”
Jack smiled wryly, and Albert spoke up in a cool voice.
“Furthermores, it’s an undeniable fact that you got hit right after. Isn’t that right, Colonel?”
“Ugh.”
Albert had been spot on, and the corners of Moran’s mouth twitched as he fell silent.
Having watched their exchange with amusement, William thanked them once again.
“I’m truly grateful to all of you for lending a hand today. Truthfully, it pained me to have involved everyone in catching just one criminal.”
Hearing that, Moran clapped him on the shoulder.
“As I said, we had fun, so it’s alright. In fact, it’s been a long time since we’ve fought one another all out, so I’m grateful for that.”
“Indeed: we’re also pleased to have had a showdown with Colonel Moran.”
“Now hold on just a minute. Don’t think you’ve won just because you caught me off guard once.”
Even now, Moran was still snapping at Albert. Seeing that, Jack spoke up in a grave tone.
“On the battlefield, even the slightest carelessness will cost you your life, Moran.”
“I’m well aware of the basics! Don’t give me those useless platitudes!”
Just like that, William and the others were engaged in an amicable conversation, when the parent and child who’d been the central figures of this case called out to them.
“Everyone: thank you very much for today.”
Having wrapped up her conversation with her friend, Helena thanked them in a light-hearted tone that was distinctively hers. Continuing from where she’d left off, Kevin stood beside his daughter as he gave the entire Moriarty household a deep bow.
“How can I ever thank you enough for this……?”
On behalf of all of them, Albert spoke.
“We have simply acted according to our sense of justice. In particular, Mr Kevin, I would like to apologise for not informing you of our plans.”
Kevin hastily shook his head.
“No no no; Lord Albert, you have nothing to feel guilty about: you all saved Helena’s and my lives.”
“That’s right — we’re really grateful for that. We’ll probably never forget this kindness.”
Upon hearing that inappropriate cockiness, Kevin admonished her at once.
“What’s this pomposity towards the people who’ve helped you? Also, you should be saying ‘definitely’ rather than ‘probably’……. Apologies; to have such an unpleasant exchange at this time…”
He bowed repeatedly as he said that. But suddenly, as he remained in a bow, Kevin looked up and asked a question.
“……Come to think of it, what happened to that man? It seems the other participants haven’t noticed anything at all.”
He was concerned about Andy Krueger’s fate. He had punched the living daylights out of the man, so much so he’d been knocked unconscious — that much Kevin himself knew, but as William and the others had taken care of the aftermath, he hadn’t heard the details of what happened after that.
“He’s now on one of our carriages, with Louis and Fred keeping an eye on him,” replied William. “We felt there was no need to blindly call in the police and spoil the fun.”
“I see……. Then, will he be taken to the police after this?”
Handing a criminal over to the police. That was what common sense dictated, but William deliberately tilted his head with a troubled expression.
“As much as we would like to, ……the nobility of this country wield an outsize influence, hence there is a concern that even judicial rulings will be twisted in their favour. If that were to happen, both of you may end up in harm’s way again. As such, we shall engage in careful negotiations, with the aim of preventing such things from ever happening again.”
A calm smile rose to William’s face, and unconsciously, Kevin gulped.
Normally, negotiating with a criminal outside the authority of the state would be out of the question. But William’s smile held a power that seemed almost divine, erasing all such doubts.
How would they deal with Andy after this? It was probably wiser not to probe into that. Anyway, it was true that they had saved both their lives. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.
The unfathomable nature of these young men made Kevin’s blood run cold. Then, William changed the topic.
“So, what are your plans from here on?”
Kevin lowered his gaze a little, and met his daughter’s eyes as she stood beside him.
“Just like before, I’m going to spend time with my children. As for the plans for the new store…… To be honest, I’m worried about going it alone, but I intend to do my best anyway.”
“Hmm — I have no idea how to manage a store, but my brother and I will be supporting Mr Kevin together. Even though I don’t look like it, I’m good with housework and stuff, you know.”
“……Is that so?”
At their words, William nodded, and a strange silence settled between the two parties.
Kevin and Helena were trying to appear relieved at having overcome great danger, but even so, it must’ve been an immense shock to learn that a person important to both of them had been murdered. That emotional wound had yet to heal, and now that fact revealed itself in the form of silence.
“U-Um……”
In a hurry, Helena tried to find the words to dispel the unpleasant atmosphere. Right then, Kevin raised his voice a little as he made an announcement.
“In any case, we’ll be alright. Somehow, I believe we’ll overcome this tragedy and move forward.”
Helena nodded along with his words, and William broke into a gentle smile.
“Indeed. I shall be praying for your family’s bright future.”
After those modest words of encouragement, William held out a clenched fist towards Kevin.
“Also, that punch was very satisfying.”
“Definitely. You socked him with all you had — I’ve seen you in a new light.”
Helena did a swift one-two as she shadow-boxed, and Kevin ruffled his hair in embarrassment.
“It was unbecoming of me. Though, I don’t regret it one bit.”
“Since you had the courage to pull that off, I’m sure you’ll do just fine from here on.”
“I’m honoured to hear that. Well then, I hope we meet again someplace else.”
As Kevin bid them farewell, Helena stood up straight and looked at William and the others in turn.
“To everyone in the Moriarty household: today, we are truly in your debt. We’ll never forget this kindness, definitely not.”
With an uncharacteristically polite tone, Helena expressed their gratitude once again, and both father and daughter left the scene with peaceful expressions.
As he sent them off, the eldest brother asked his younger sibling a question.
“——Well now, is this truly the end of it, William?”
A hint of the Lord of Crime — who was striking terror across the country — revealed itself in William’s expression as he spoke.
“Of course not: we still have the finishing touches left.”
At those words, the entire Moriarty household smiled in unison.
T/N: Helena’s story isn’t over just yet — there’s one final piece of the puzzle, and it’s a big one! Stay tuned x)
Footnotes:
[1] This is the literal translation of the proverb 雨降って地固まる — essentially, it means that good things do come out of bad things.
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The Moriarty household
I’ve translated the phrase モリアーティ家 as “the Moriarty household” when it is used to address everyone in the Moriarty organisation, since “the Moriarty family” suggests that only the three brothers are being referred to.
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Hey! 🥺 I've been struggling with my anxiety lately and my exams are coming up, I have trouble sleeping and since Peter is my comfort character I was hoping you could maybe do something fluffy where Peter just kinda cuddles the reader and tells her that it'll be okay and she falls asleep? I love your writing and thank you so much xx
wrote this asap because i know anxiety and school-related stress is horrible :( hope u feel better bby! enjoy <3
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Today was the fourth day in a row in which you happened to stay up all night studying for your upcoming exams. Of course, normally you and Peter would study together, but this semester you had an extra class, a course Peter wasn’t taking, and he was busy throughout the entire week with Spider-man duties and his own studying to do.
You were starting to feel the burn, the pressure of what would happen if you failed. Time was starting to catch up with you. And, of course, time slowed down for nobody, so the burn was merciless. It was cruel, really, because even if you did get the occasional break between your weeks of cramming in studying, you were still stuck in your head.
Showing up on Tuesday probably wasn’t the best move, in hindsight. In better judgement — and better circumstances — you’d have stayed home and slept through the day. But you didn’t know any better, and you knew you couldn’t afford to miss a class if you wanted to ace these tests and courses. Peter might even tell you to stay home, but that was the thing — he didn’t know. You saw him in school, of course, but he was swamped in his studies. He didn’t know that you weren’t sleeping through the night.
You tried, of course. The first night you realized you might have a problem, you tried to lay down and rest for a few hours. You sat there, twisting and turning for what must’ve been thirty minutes before you shot out of bed. Your stomach and your mind kept you up, working end to end until you passed out around five A.M..
Though you knew no amount of concealer could hide how tired you looked, you still attempted to look presentable. You’d have to limp through the day; hopefully Peter wouldn’t notice anything.
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After calling your mom to tell her you were home — that was a protocol Peter placed in your home despite not living there; he wanted your mom to know when you got somewhere and where you were — you threw your bag on your desk chair and tried to calm down. You’d gotten twenty new pages for homework, a “review packet,” as they had called it.
You wanted to cry, but you knew you had work to do. So, you spread everything out, opening books and pulling up documents and paperwork. With a bowl of goldfish beside you, you wrote to your heart’s content, barely taking the time for a break when you really should have.
You worked into the night — your mom came in to give you dinner, which you hadn’t eaten until you finished another chapter. You ate while you worked, and only really took a break when you had to shower. It was quick, and after brushing your teeth, you went directly back to the books.
You were so caught up that you missed Peter’s text message. After waiting fifteen minutes, he told May he was going to see you. He brought his bag, just in case you wanted to wear his hoodie. Swinging over, he saw you indulged in your books again. He sighed, knowing why you wouldn’t answer him. It was nearing 11:45, and he knew if he didn’t intervene now then you’d get no sleep at all.
His knocking on the window startled you. He pointed down towards the lock and you sprung up from your seat, book still in your hand. He insisted on making sure you kept the windows locked, despite it being more convenient to leave them open with how much he came through them.
“Hey, baby.” He stepped inside, pulling off his mask just as you closed the window. Your eyes went back to your book, mindlessly walking back to your spot on the bed, disregarding him immediately. “Hey,” He tried again, a little softer. You looked up with tired eyes and a forced smile.
“Hi. What’re you doing here?”
“I came to see you.” You dropped his bag by your chair. “Have you eaten dinner?” You nodded and he smiled softly in response.
His hair was a fluffy mess of curls from the mask, and you so badly wanted to run your fingers through it for just five minutes. But alas, you went back to reading. Peter didn’t hesitate in interrupting you again.
“Have you gotten any sleep this past week? I know your exams are stressing you.”
You sighed, nodding without words. You only did that when you were lying. He sighed loudly, “Y/N…”
“I know what you’re going to say-” You cut him off. “But I need to study. I’m not going to pass if I-” A yawn interrupted you. “If I don’t.”
“Baby,” he came over to you, looking into your tired eyes. He took in your exhausted state and gasped. “You’re so overworked, Y/N/N. Please, just sleep through the night and I promise we can study through lunch tomorrow.”
“I don’t know, Pete…”
“Please?” His doe eyes silently begged. You pursed your lips and nodded, giving in. He smiled, removing the many books from off of your mattress, helping you get ready. He pulled out a shirt and a hoodie from his bag, offering you either. You took the shirt — it was his old Force Awakens one. The image made you smile.
You expected him to tuck you in and leave, but of course not. He pulled off his hoodie, disregarding his shirt and slipping in beside you, arms wrapping around your middle as he cuddled into you, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He hummed and so did you, finally letting the exhaustion take over.
“We’re gonna be okay, y’know.” He whispered. “You’re gonna make it through this. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
You nodded and he smiled into your neck at the acknowledgement.
“I really love you, P.P.” You only called him that when you were tired, and right now, he knew you’d never been more of it.
“That’s good,” he whispered, realizing you’d finally drifted off into slumber. “Because I really love you.” He planted a soft, delicate kiss to the skin right below your collarbone. He nuzzled further into your embrace, falling asleep himself.
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