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angstama · 3 years

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apple tree | chifuyu.m

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x reader

genre: angst, slow-burn, unrequited love, pining, fluff, chifuyu doesn’t love you that way :(

warnings: as usual, heartbreak coming ahead <3

✧. in which you look back on the times that chifuyu had been the highlight and heartbreaker in your youth.

you were five when you first met chifuyu matsuno under the big apple tree one summer day.

head deep into bending the fragile weeds into a flower crown when a blonde haired boy with the prettiest ocean blue eyes approached you. “what are you doing?” he asked curiously, licking his already melting chocolate ice cream while looking at the imperfectly balanced flower that you had spent hours on crafting in your hands. “making a flower crown.” you answered simply, not even sparing the blonde haired boy a glance as you were too focused in tweaking the branches.

“woah that’s awesome!” he beamed in excitement, plopping down next to you instantly and leaning in closer to take a look at it. “yeah i know right!” you smiled in triumph, finally looking up to see whoever was showing interest in your little hobby and behold, there sat chifuyu in a rainbow striped t-shirt with his legs crossed and eyes gleaming with interest.

in all honesty, your flower crowns were horribly ugly, but in chifuyu’s eyes it was uniquely you. perhaps it was maybe because he hadn’t seen anyone making an actual flower crown before or perhaps maybe he was just feeling sorry for the girl who always sat alone under the big apple tree that never bloomed a single fruit all year round. whichever it was, you wished that it was the first. “teach me how to make one please!” he grabs your wrist, causing your cheeks to burn under the scorching hot sun and heart rate quickening though you were clueless as to why it happened being only at the age of five, so you decided that it was okay to have him around.

strangely ever since then, you were never seen alone under the apple tree in the park again.

you were nine when you first understood the concept of crushes, with the help of your best friend, chifuyu matsuno of course.

“it’s when you want to share the biggest chicken drumlet with them dummy!” chifuyu explained, voice muffled from stuffing his face with fried chicken one after another. you weren’t sure how the two of you derived at the current topic, though you remember the last you checked, chifuyu was rambling on and on about the new girl in your class. “so, you’d share this with whoever you have a crush on?” you asked as you pointed towards the biggest drumstick that chifuyu had saved for the last, as always.

he nodded impatiently, grabbing the very same drumstick and ready to devour it but only to come to a halt when the two of you locked eyes. “want some?” he offered, waving the fried chicken in front of you. “wh-what?” your words fumbled, taken aback by chifuyu’s sudden offer right after the whole sharing of the biggest chicken drumlet explanation he had just made. “you kept staring at it. do you want it?” he asked, with innocence laced in his voice, oblivious to the shade of red slowly making an appearance on your cheeks. you huffed, “am not!”. chifuyu only lets out a snort, “yeah sure,” he chuckles boyishly, leaning down to rest on your shoulders, causing your body to stiffen upon the sudden contact. that afternoon, for almost an entire hour you were forced to sit as straight as you could, afraid that something was going to erupt in your tummy again as you could feel the bubbling sensation that threatened to explode.

you were thirteen when you finally realised that you, y/n l/n, wants to share the biggest drumstick with chifuyu matsuno.

it was christmas eve and chifuyu had invited you over to his place for a dinner, claiming that his mother had threatened to throw his precious romance mangas away if he didn't invite you.

you arrived at the matsuno’s household ten minutes earlier than stated with a tray of roasted potatoes held in your hands and beads of sweat running down your forehead despite the freezing cold temperature outside. for the eight years of friendship you had with chifuyu, you’ve never felt this nervous seeing him and his family. it’s the cold, you naively thought, when the door swung opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a maroon striped sweater with suspenders. his eyes widened, not expecting to really see you when he was just opening to check in an attempt to ease his mother’s sixth sense. “y/n? why didn’t you knock?” he gasped, gently tugging the tray on your hands into his as he looked at you in surprise. “well, i was gonna but you opened the door before i could!” you scoffed a white lie, wanting nothing but to cover up the fact that you had been standing outside because you couldn’t get your heart to calm down.

“chifuyu why don’t you give y/n the gift you got for her now?” mrs matsuno chimed, elegance evident in her posture and movement when she lightly dabbed a napkin across her lips which made you wonder how is it possible that she's the mother of chifuyu when chifuyu shared not a single bit of her grace when it comes to eating. chifuyu pauses briefly, “give me a sec,” he nods before stuffing the roasted potato that was previously halfway into his mouth and standing up to jog over to his room. “he cleaned the house for two months for it.” mr matsuno chuckled as chifuyu jogs out again, this time with a paper bag held in his hand.

“you better wear it everyday.” he sent you a playful wink, handing you the brown paper bag. you carefully unwrapped the ribbon that bounded the paper bag and pulling out an overly oversized hoodie enough to fit you through a lifetime. you noticed that it was same hoodie that chifuyu often wears except that yours was in the shade of emerald green, the colour that chifuyu had taken the effort to remember that you had once claimed as your colour when the two of you had a heated discussion on what colour represents yourselves.

“wow! now we have a friendship hoodie!” you beamed in excitement, pulling the oversized hoodie over your sweater. “how do i look?” you asked, posing a few turns at chifuyu as he took a good look at you. “pretty.” he held a thumb up before stuffing another spoonful of pasta down.

your lowered your gaze upon hearing the sudden compliment your best friend gave, opting to look at the last piece of roasted chicken that mrs matsuno had offered you earlier just now before chifuyu could lay his hands on it. your lips pursed, not entirely confident to do it but eventually picking up the piece of meat and placing it on chifuyu’s already dirtied plate from all the sauces he had mixed with his food. “thank you,” you mumbled, looking anywhere else but chifuyu’s burning gaze on you.

the butterflies were taking flight soon and you on the other hand had no idea how to contain it.

you were sixteen when chifuyu first broke your heart on the first day of the spring season, openly declaring in front of you and takemichi that he’ll be confessing to the pretty girl sitting in front of him during lunch time.

her name is haru.

“no way! you’re kidding!” takemichi gaped, leaning in closer to chifuyu as the close proximity between the two of them wasn’t enough for him to hear chifuyu clearly. chifuyu crossed his arms, confidence evident in his posture, “of course not! i’ve already decided, there’s no going back!”

“be sure not to scare her away!” you stuck your tongue out to which chifuyu rolled his eyes in response. “eh? you’re just jealous that no one’s confessing to you!”, wiggling his head in a playful manner as he brought an ‘L’ sign up to his forehead to further anguish you. you raised a middle finger, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation for you weren’t sure if you were able to contain the effect of your heart dropping six feet down.

you knew chifuyu succeeded when he came running to you after school with the brightest smile you adored, a faint tint of blush coated on his cheeks. “guess i’m gonna see you lesser huh lover boy?” you chuckled softly, shoving your textbooks into your canvas bag as he swung himself onto your desk with a smug grin. “you’d wish huh don’t you? but no, you’ll still see me as often when i’m off from boyfriend duties,” he sang happily. perhaps maybe because it was chifuyu’s own words, you believed wholeheartedly that you were okay with being just his best friend and being supportive of his relationship. so you watched chifuyu’s love for haru bloomed into something more than just the typical puppy love you often watch on romcoms.

in just a blink of an eye, two years had passed and the next thing you knew you were spending your birthday without your best friend for the second time in a row. “this sucks,” you grumbled, throwing your phone aside when the time struck midnight, announcing a new day had just arrived. chifuyu’s words were just empty affirmations when you realised that you barely ever saw your best friend. you weren't sure if the two of you were even best friends anymore. it felt more like he’s just a friend that you talk to occasionally now. you see, chifuyu is a loyal friend and that’s a widely known fact and that’s what made it even more heartbreaking for you because chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive and you had no reason to hate him for that.

you rubbed your temples tiredly, wanting nothing more than to run your aching head into the wall when a packet of your favourite watermelon mints was thrown onto your desk. “rough night?”atsumu, your beloved table-mate asked smugly. “you don’t say,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the obvious as you impatiently tore the packet open. “he didn’t wish ya happy birthday did he?” the freshly bleached haired boy questioned. atsumu got his answer when you didn't sat in silence, opting to look out the window to distract yourself from the threatening tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. and god do love to test you when the scene of chifuyu leaning in to kiss haru on the lips ever so gently unfolds at your sight. oh how you wished that it was you who he’s kissing right now.

chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive.

it was already late into the night when you heard a knock outside your balcony. your breath hitched when you saw that it was chifuyu who had disturbed your little movie marathon alone after the events that had happened lately. “hey,” he breathed, a soft smile wearing on his lips to which you returned it with an awkward one, inviting him into your messy room. “oh we’re in our friendship hoodie!” he chuckles nervously. your eyes travelled on him, realising that indeed he’s wearing the same hoodie that you were currently wearing right now. “it’s late chi, what’s going on?” you sighed, tone coming off harsher than you intended to. chifuyu nods slowly, face soon replaced with an apologetic look. “i’m sorry for missing your birthday, i feel horrible really,” he begun. “ i know i haven’t been around lately, so i want to make it up to you.”

your brows furrowed at chifuyu’s apology, you knew he was being so sincere so why did you feel even much more upset hearing it? “that’s it? you could’ve just done this in school tomorrow chifuyu.”you sighed, trying your hardest to mask the pettiness within you with a tired voice. “ i know i know, but i couldn’t sleep knowing that i left my best friend alone on her 18th birthday.” he looked at you hesitantly as you quietly pulled your duvet over your lap. “how about let’s go hiking and watch the sunrise this weekend? just the two of us. i know you’ve been wanting to do that.”

you wished you weren’t in love with chifuyu so that you wouldn’t give in so easily. you wished you were petty enough to make a scene and just be angry at him but you couldn't so here you are right now, hiking up the trail with your hand in chifuyu’s as you helped him up the slope. “your stamina really sucks,” you retorted to which chifuyu huffed in response. “it’s not that my stamina sucks, it’s that this trail is literally ninety-eight percent high slopes,” he pouts.

“well you could've chose not to show up.”

“no! i want to do this with you. what are you talking about?”

you only smiled at his little defence. “whatever,” you mumbled as you quickly dropped your grip on his and walking ahead of him in an attempt to hide your blush. “hey! wait for me!”

it was near autumn when one day chifuyu appeared in the wee hours of the night with tears streaming down his cheeks when he fell into your arms and hugged you tightly. you found out that haru was moving away to the states with her family and had broken up with chifuyu, refusing to try out long distance relationship.

so like any other best friend, you let chifuyu cry into your shoulders as you sat in silence that night, heart breaking at the torn state chifuyu was in. he truly loved her.

you were twenty when chifuyu held your hands and asked you to be his.

“chifuyu matsuno! where the hell are my batteries?” your voice echoed through your shared apartment, causing poor chifuyu to jump and drop the eggs he was previously holding in his hands on to the floor. it’s been almost two years since haru and chifuyu had broken up and you had spent a great deal of time trying to mend his broken heart though you knew that it would never be fully healed. she was his first love after all.

the two of you had moved in to a small apartment close to your university as planned since young, officially becoming roommates. “fuck!my eggs!” chifuyu cried out loud as he frantically lets go of the spatula in his hands to grab a kitchen tower and clean up the pool of egg yolk and egg white on the marble floor. you groaned in annoyance when chifuyu doesn’t answer your question, slamming the tools drawer shut and making your way towards the kitchen.

“i swear chi-” you paused when you saw chifuyu kneeling on the floor with his pink kitten design apron tied against his body, a pout clearly evident on his lips. “what ever happened?” your head tilted slightly, annoyance slowly decimating. “you screamed like a mad woman. that’s what happened.” he retorted. you rolled your eyes, grabbing another kitchen towel and joining chifuyu on the ground. “well if you didn’t misplace my batteries, i wouldn't be screaming.”

“if you looked close enough, it’s literally on your study desk.”

“it’s not!”

“it is!”

“it’s not!” you huffed, getting up and stomping over to your room to prove a point but your eyes widened, horrified by the pure sight of your batteries accompanies by a fresh pack with a sticky note attached on top of it. ‘you’re welcome <3′, it wrote. you slowly walked out of your room with your head hung low, doing the walk of shame. “say it,” chifuyu taunts as he skilfully tossed the omelette onto the plate and placing it in front of you. you scrunched your nose, lips pursing and taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly, fingers fumbling at the ends of your shirt. “ah-ah i can't hear you,” you hear him sing, a little too happy. obvious that he’s enjoying this. you sighed in defeat, clearing your throat loud enough. “i’m sorry,” you said it loudly this time.

chifuyu lets out a laugh in satisfaction, throwing his head back while you on the other hand could only pout at his triumph. but that didn’t mean that your heart didn't swell up at the expression of happiness he has on his face right now. digging in at the breakfast that chifuyu had made for you which had now became a routine, you couldn't help but to feel small under chifuyu’s intense stare on you. “are you not gonna eat?” you raised your brow, eyeing the untouched omelette on his plate. chifuyu rests his chin on his palm, looking at you with a look of as if he had something to tell you.

“i will.” he hummed before reaching out to grab your hands. your body stiffened, dumfounded at what’s currently happening. “you know, for the last two years, life was a little less painful thanks to you.” chifuyu confessed earnestly, “ i guess what i’m trying to say is that, you’re my end game y/n l/n. i don’t think i would've came this far if it wasn’t for you so i’m going to ask you this once,” he paused, intertwining his fingers in yours as he gazes into your eyes deeply,

“will you be my girlfriend?”

your relationship with chifuyu wasn’t a perfect one but the two of you always made it work somehow. which is why here you are sitting against your bed frame with luggages packed by the side wondering what exactly had gone wrong along the way?

and you realised that you were never meant to be chifuyu’s end game. you were never meant to be his forever.

“you think that i don’t fucking know that you were always looking at her instagram when you think i’m not around?” you screamed, body shaking from the exhaustion that’s taking a toll on you both physically and emotionally. “i don’t see how it’s wrong wanting to see how my friend is doing?” chifuyu snaps.

you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. “yeah. as if you don’t still say her name in your sleep. as if you don’t fucking mess up our favourite food, as if you didn’t tell takemichi that you wished i was haru!” this was the last straw for you. you were too exhausted to try anymore. haru was irreplaceable and you were just a temporary band aid for chifuyu.

it was as if you had hit jack pot when your lover went silent. “i’ve loved you for so long chifuyu. but loving you hurts too much. i’m so tired of this.” you finally allowed yourself to break down, letting yourself go loose on the emotions you’ve suppressed for years as chifuyu could only watch in remorse for tearing you apart till this state.

you finally understood why the apple tree never bloomed any apples.

you were twenty seven when you decided to leave chifuyu matsuno. fifteen years of friendship and seven years of being each other’s significant other. you finally walked away, planting one last final kiss on chifuyu’s lips and shutting the door on your ex-lover’s sleeping figure.

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Saw your requests are open so I wanted to ask you if you could write a dad!armin x reader fluff...you can write anything you want, I just love thinking about of Armin as a father! 🤩🥰💕 thank you 😊

Aww, my first Armin ask!! Thanks for sending your request, this was really fun to write.

Summary: Armin is perfect husband material

Word Count: 1.3K

Armin was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his arms folded behind his head. The tv droned on in the background, the familiar soundtrack of the Jungle Book, was playing, but no one was watching it. You were in the kitchen fixing lunch with Oliver, and Olivia was occupied with Armin’s knees, pushing them so that they swayed apart and then knocked together. Armin lifted his head and smiled at the small girl, she beamed back at him, stilling her motions to crawl up his chest and lay flat against his chest.

“Daddy, can we go to the beach soon?” She whined, looking up at him with puppy eyes that he couldn’t possibly say no to.

“Of course, once we finish lunch,” Armin promised, ruffling her curls and she giggled joyously. You stood on your tippy-toes, pulling the bread off of one of the top shelves in the pantry.

“Momma! Can I please have some goldfish?” Olivia smashed one of her small chubby hands against the side of Armin’s face and he grunted, turning his head in an attempt to escape her clammy hand. But she held him fast, her tiny nails digging into his jaw as she waited for your reply.

“Sure, go wash your hands. I know you were playing with the frogs in the backyard!” You called over your shoulder and Armin’s expression fell at your words as Olivia launched herself off of him and sprinted into the bathroom to wash up.

“Frogs?” Armin groaned, sitting up and dragging a hand down the side of his face where his daughter’s hand had been moments prior.

“Mhm, it’s that time of year.” You said absentmindedly as you spread some peanut butter over the bread. Oliver was watching you with wide eyes, his hand reached out blindly to grip the neckline of your shirt as you leaned over the counter.

“That’s true.” Armin sighed as he hauled himself to his feet and padding into the kitchen. He looped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your nape. Oliver whined, reaching out and snagging a piece of Armin’s hair. Armin leaned down and kissed the crown of his blonde head, he giggled and released his death grip on Armin’s bangs. You leaned back against Armin’s chest and slapped the two pieces of bread together, then you cut the sandwich in half before handing it to Oliver, who began to tear into it.

“All done!” Olivia yelled as her bare feet slapped loudly against the hardwood floors as she sprinted into the kitchen.

“Did you get under your fingernails?” You asked with a pointed look she nodded enthusiastically and climbed into her seat at the island in the kitchen. You cut her sandwich in half and passed it to her, much like her younger brother, she tore into the sandwich as soon as it was in her grasp.

“Easy killer.” Armin joked as Olivia wiped some jelly off the corner of her mouth.

“Beach?” She asked around the mouthful of the sandwich and you nodded.

“Beach.” You confirmed and Olivia let out an earpiercing squeal. Oliver groaned in annoyance, and you patted his back soothingly as you turned to begin packing for the beach.

“Babe can you make sure the sandwich gets eaten and not smeared on his face?” You asked, pointing at Oliver, who was already sticky with jelly.

“Sure thing.” Armin said, taking your place next to the toddler.

You were lucky enough to live only about ten minutes away from the coast, something both you and Armin had agreed on when you began house hunting. Upon arriving to the beach, you found it to be busy, something that wasn’t very surprising, seeing that it was a Sunday afternoon. You only made it a few steps onto the beach before Olivia had darted out in front, flip flops falling off of her feet as she sprinted towards the ocean. She was never afraid of the water, you watched fondly as she dove beneath the waves and popped up a few yards away from the surf.

“I’ll go with her.” Armin offered, stripping his shirt off and dropping his sandles in the wagon that carried your beach gear.

“She’s all yours.” You chuckled as he ran after her, kicking up sand as he ran. Oliver tugged on your shirt, and you looked down at him.

“Can we go swimming Momma?” He asked with wide blue eyes and your heart melted.

“Of course baby, let’s set up camp first though.” You said, pressing your index finger to his cute little button nose. You set up the umbrella and laid out the towels in record time, you helped Oliver take off his shirt and then you peeled your cover up off before the two of you jogged towards Armin and Olivia.

Armin had Olivia in his arms, clearly he was getting ready to toss her into the air, a game that they usually played. Sure enought, he launced her into the air, her arms and legs flailing as she came crashing back into the nearest wave. Oliver squealed in excitement, doing a little dance as Armin waved him into the water. You swore that your kids were like fish, Oliver was only four and he was already a very strong swimmer. As you waded in behind him, Oliver was doggy paddling his way over to his dad, who waited with outstretched arms.

Armin caught him and held him up as he wiped the salt water out of his eyes. Olivia swam up to you, clinging to your shoulder as she waited for her turn. You smiled as Armin tossed Oliver gently, he got a lot less air than his sister had. You had to contain your laughter when he resurfaced, eyes wide and blinking rapidly in an attempt to regain his vision.

“Over here bud.” Armin clapped his hands and Oliver squeezed his eyes shut and swam in the direction of his dad’s voice.

“There you go.” You covered your mouth with your hand as you and Olivia laughed at Oliver’s face as Armin scooped him out of the water.

“My turn daddy!” Olivia used your stomach as a springboard, pushing off of you and latching onto Armin. You grunted and smiled fondly as he held both of the kids.

“Ok ok.” Armin chuckled as he winked at you and allowed Olivia to climb onto his thigh as he kneeled down. You waded back up to shore, knowing that Armin was perfectly capable of watching both of them at once. You laid down on the towel you had set out earlier. You could hear the sounds of Armin and the kids splashing around, their delighted squeals. You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a glimpse of them, Armin was wading out of the water with Oliver on his back, clinging on for dear life. Olivia was dangling upsidedown, Armin had a grip on her ankle, she was desprately trying to right herself, making grabs for Armin’s thigh to steady herself.

Armin carried her like that all the way up the beach and dropped her in the hot sand a few feet away from your towel. Armin sank down onto the towel next to you, Oliver slid off of his back and raced over to his sister, kicking her while she was down. Olivia squealed and the two began chasing eachother, kicking up sand as they tore across the beach.

“You went and got them all riled up.” You chuckled, leaning over and cupping Armin’s cheek. He smiled and leaned into your touch. He rolled off of his towel and onto yours, invading your personal space. You shivered as the cold water dripped onto your exposed skin, his wet hair dripping over your face. You laughed and ran your fingers through it, pulling it off of his face. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, you could feel the smile that was gracing his lips.

“They’ll tire themselves out soon enough.” He muttered against your forehead as he eased his weight over you. A small scoff escaped your lips and you tilted your head up in an attempt to find his lips.

“You’ve always been optomistic.” You commented dryly, his lips ghosting over yours, your eyes drooped as he slotted his mouth with your own. You hummed against his lips as he kissed you sweetly. Everyday with Armin felt like a dream come true, he placed one last sloppy kiss to the corner of your mouth before rolling off of you.

“Better go see what they’re up to.” Armin sighed as he stood, dusting off some sand that had stuck to his legs.

“Thank you.” You weren’t sure what you meant by it, if you meant your gratitude to be taken as his willingness to care for the rowdy kids or if it was for something greater. Either way he smiled at you warmly, eyebrows creasing into a softer expression before nodding in your direction. You watched him go, both saddened to see him go but relieved that it wasn’t you dealing with the screeching kids. Armin had always been such a great father, a great husband, you were so lucky to have him.

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lizaloveslevihan · 3 years

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my big mood today is an au where levihan is living the west coast life and going to the city to buy good bread and go biking next to the sea-side and maybe crossing the bridge as they the weather is so cold but they feel so warm from the exercise and each other's love <3

A Day Well Spent

He kneeled at the bedside, already dressed for the day with every intention to drag her out of the bed. However, as he stared into her sleeping face, the words died down his throat.

Her messy brown hair was everywhere, and she snored, mouth slightly agape, tiny hints of drool slipping from her mouth. He had already allotted himself time this morning to watch her for a couple of minutes before he got up and prepared breakfast, which was already waiting for them in the dining room. He had been incredibly tempted to just stay in bed with her all day, but he had already agreed with her plans, which, ironically, she had to be reminded of herself.

He carefully tucked a handful of hair behind her ear and traced his hand towards her bare arm, shaking it lightly. “Oi, four-eyes. Wake up. We’re gonna be stuck in rush hour.”

Hange groaned in her sleep. She lifted her arm and started waving her hand around until it finally smacked against his face. Levi sighed and took her hand in his, squeezing it lightly.

“Five more minutes, clean freak,” she yawned, “five more minutes.”

“It’s already nine, for fuck’s sake,” Levi said firmly. Hange huffed and squeezed her eyes, even more, crumpling her face a bit. Levi shook her again with a little more force. “You were the one who kept bugging me about going out today, so stick with your plan.”

Hange groaned louder and draped an arm over her eyes, shifting her body so that it was facing away from him. “It’s not my fault you’re so good in bed,” she complained, “I’m still exhausted as fuck.”

Levi sighed again, knowing that he now had to stick to his initial plan. He stood up, cracked his knuckles, and tore off the blanket that covered her bare body. Hange let out a loud shriek in surprise but had little time to react when he swiftly picked her up and carried her towards the bathroom.

The position was rather awkward, given their height difference, but Levi had already done this multiple times whenever she refused to take a bath herself. Hange normally didn’t complain, but this time, she was swatting his arm and growling like an animal. “I would have gotten up in five minutes you kn--”

She didn’t finish her sentence as Levi plopped her right into the bathtub.

“What the fuck?!” Hange screeched, feeling the water envelop her skin. She yelped, spilling some of it on the floor.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, four-eyes, but you left me with no choice,” Levi said as he crossed his arms. “Now you better hurry up or I’m leaving your ass in thirty minutes.”

Hange huffed. Of course, he’d already prepared a bath and everything. However, the annoyance she felt slowly died down as she noted the warmness of the water and the strong scent of lavender. She poked at some of the bubbles and felt her frown turn into a wide grin.

Levi scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “The fuck are you so happy about?”

“Oh, nothing.” Hange sang as she eased into the tub, feeling her muscles relax. She sighed comfortably and looked at him. “Just how much I love you.”

She grinned even wider as he was visibly taken aback, an unmistakable blush dusting his pale cheeks. “Just hurry up and wipe your ass,” he grumbled, suddenly turning shy and looking away. “I don’t wanna be stuck in traffic all day.”

“Aren’t you going to do it for me?” Hange pouted. She did her best puppy eyes, knowing it always had at least a fifty percent chance of working on him.

“Nice try,” Levi said as he swiftly walked out of the room. “Save your begging for later.”

As he shut the door behind him, Hange couldn’t help but giggle. He really was something else.

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The weather was finally turning cooler after months of excessive heat, so she was glad to finally be able to wear that soft, yellow sweater Nanaba had gotten for her on her birthday. She finished dressing, leaving her damp hair to dry first, and went out of the bedroom. She found Levi in the kitchen, sipping his morning tea.

Levi glanced up as he heard her walking in, and Hange observed how he stared at her a second longer before glancing down and taking another sip. “Took you long enough.”

Hange then noticed the plate of eggs and toast on the dining table, as well as her usual mug of coffee. “Thanks for breakfast, Levi!” she happily exclaimed as she took her usual seat, Levi joining her afterward.

They took their breakfasts quickly, seeing as they had a couple of places they needed to get to that day. In twenty minutes, they were already on the freeway, and much to Levi’s pleasant surprise, the traffic wasn’t as bad as he thought. The whole ride would have been perfect if only Hange didn’t control the music. Hopefully, she’d let him play his playlist when they drove to their next stop. He didn’t know if he could handle listening to her rap “My Shot” from the Hamilton soundtrack seven more times. He appreciated the music, but what he didn’t appreciate was her screeching every. single. word.

They got to the Farmer’s Market before noon and Levi managed to secure a parking spot by her favorite pastry stall. “Remember, we’re getting bread and fruit. Don’t you dare buy a fucking fish like last time.” He reminded Hange as they got out of the car. He walked around and met her eyes, already seeing the excitement in them.

“But that was so fun!” Hange complained. She immediately hooked her arm to his and started dragging him to the first stall.

“I went to the bathroom for ten minutes and the next thing I know you made your own campfire in Santa Monica and tried cooking an actual fish in it,” Levi emphasized. They stopped right in front of her favorite shop where she glanced at all the decadent options that laid in front of her. “You were fucking lucky that Arlert kid worked there and helped cover it up, otherwise, they would have probably arrested your shitty ass.”

Before Hange could reply, the old woman who managed the store finally saw and greeted them. “Oh, how nice to see you again Dr. Zoe! Mr. Ackerman.”

Levi nodded at the woman while Hange gave her a big wave. “Hi, Kate! We’ll have the usual. And maybe a box of these blueberry tarts. Thank you!” She smiled brightly.

Kate instantly returned the smile. “Of course. Half a dozen of chocolate croissants and a box of blueberry tarts coming right up, dear.”

Hange finally glanced down at Levi as Kate was busy grabbing the pastries. “Isn’t Armin such a sweet kid? He also works so hard at the lab, even if he’s an unpaid intern. I already promised him a superb letter of recommendation when he graduates, which makes us even I guess.”

Levi rolled his eyes. She was definitely shaping up Arlert to replace Moblit, should he finally die from stress from making sure she doesn’t blow herself up at work. Even though he never showed it (and never will) he was grateful for those two for taking care of her when he couldn’t.

“You need to stop watching those survival shows on Netflix,” Levi said as Kate started wrapping up their purchases. “Next thing I know, you’re gonna attempt to eat your own shit.”

Hange let out a large bark of laughter. She then bumped her shoulder against his. “My shit would probably taste really good though, you gotta admit.”

“Here you go, sweetie,” Kate said as she handed Hange a paper bag. Levi started to take out his wallet when the old woman stopped him. “Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s on the house today!”

“But Kate--” Hange started to protest. The old woman placed a hand on her shoulder to silence her.

“You two come here every Sunday, and it always warms my heart to see how sweet you are. That’s very rare for couples these days.” Kate smiled, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you pay next week, alright?”

Hange then gave her a big hug which made the old woman chuckle in delight. She returned the gesture and glanced at Levi, who nodded his head in gratitude.

They eventually pulled apart, and before they exchanged goodbyes, Kate walked up to Levi and whispered: “Take care of that one, okay? She’s a keeper.”

He glanced discreetly at Hange, drinking in her appearance and fighting the small grin that threatened to appear on his face. He returned his gaze to the old woman and spoke quietly: “You have no idea.”

It was after they purchased more food from the other stalls did Hange finally ask what the old woman told him.

“Oh, nothing.” Levi responded, the bright flower shop at the end of the hall catching his eye, “Just how much your shit would taste good.”

Hange laughed out loudly, gaining the attention of the people near them. Levi finally felt his lips turn upright at the sight of her happy face.

“I knew it.”

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They reached the beach after an hour-long drive that mainly consisted of fighting over playing yet another Hamilton song or Levi’s alternative rock and classical playlist. They eventually came up to the agreement where Hange was allowed to sing one Hamilton song and listen quietly to the rest. If she failed to do so, then she had to play Levi’s music. Suffice to say, Levi was finally able to enjoy at least some parts of the drive.

There was a park that was situated exactly next to the beach which was the perfect spot for lunch. Hange normally persuaded him to have a picnic in the sand, despite the obvious discomfort he had, but after seeing all the trouble she put him through last time with the fish situation, she was more than okay to eat at a picnic table at the park.

Hange felt herself instantly relax as the cool, salty air entered her lungs. She stretched out her limbs after being cooped up in the car for so long and closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze.

As much as she loved her job and the people she worked with, she was glad to have these nice days off -- especially with Levi by her side.

“Oi, instead of standing around like an idiot, why don’t you help out shitty glasses?” Levi called out as he opened the trunk and grabbed some of the bags of food they had bought.

Hange broke from her trance and did exactly that. They found a nice table and Levi got to working with placing a picnic blanket over it as Hange started to pull out and prepare the boxes of food and bottles of beverages. As they worked, Hange couldn’t help but discreetly glance at Levi as he neatly arranged the other boxes of food, his strong figure visibly relaxed, and his face calm, even though it had its usual stoic expression. The breeze picked up a little, slightly ruffling his dark locks as he concentrated on making sure nothing flew away.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” he said without looking at her. Hange couldn’t help but laugh at being caught, and she shrugged before sitting down, her hands making its way to the first box of pastries. “Eh. I already have too many photos of your constipated face on my phone. It almost makes me look like a stalker. Though that would be an interesting concept.” She bit into the croissant and sighed at its wonderful flavor.

Levi scoffed and sat across from her before grabbing a sandwich. “It’s not hard to imagine. I bet you already have some weird fucking shrine of me in your lab or some shit.”

Hange gasped, a couple of crumbs falling from her face. “How’d you find out?! I thought I hid it so well.”

Levi pursed his lips in amusement as Hange grinned at him. They ate in silence for a bit before falling into an easy conversation about their respective work and what they had missed talking about the past week. Hange excitedly talked about the new developments in the lab and the experiments she was thinking of proposing soon. In turn, Levi updated her on how he and Erwin were close to securing a deal with one of their potential investors.

They finished their food and after cleaning up and putting some of it back in the car, they proceeded to walk together by the seaside. Levi wasn’t keen on stepping into the sand at all this time, and Hange conceded. It wasn’t long before their hands were firmly clasped together as they walked, and they went on, passing by surfers and other beachgoers who also enjoyed a rather gentle sun and cold breeze. They inserted some personal commentary on each person they found interesting -- which varied immensely from a street performer to an old couple who wore swimsuits that left little for the imagination.

“Look, Levi!” Hange stopped and pointed to a bike rental stall. “Can we go?”

It wasn’t as if Levi had much choice, so he simply agreed.

After paying the rent (and sanitizing the handles on Levi’s part), they rode their bikes and followed the convenient trail specifically made for them. Hange, with her strong and long legs, obnoxiously went faster than him. “Oi, Hange! Slow down will you?” Levi called out. “It’s not a fucking race!”

Though he commended the effort, there was still no way she could outrun the man who actually had a fixed gym schedule. “The fuck, four-eyes?” he said as they finally pedaled side by side.

“Why, I thought you’d actually appreciate looking at my backside, short stuff,” Hange said, not bothering to look at him. “Your loss, I guess!” she called out.

She smiled smugly to herself as Levi took the bait and slowed down behind her. After a few seconds, she called out again: “Take a picture! It lasts longer!”

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They left the beach an hour before sunset, and this time, the drive to their last location was a calmer one -- Hange filling the air with more comments about the people and things they observed.

Levi glanced at her from time to time, the colors of the sky lighting her face. She went on and on about the man on the beach whose lover looked more like his daughter, about Kate and how they should give her something special next week as a thank you present, about her work agenda tomorrow and how she wanted to set up Moblit with Nifa, and what their plans were going to be next Sunday. Levi took it all in -- the sound of her voice, how she chuckled and laughed, her thoughtfulness towards others -- he took it all in and felt an overwhelming amount of happiness just by being there and listening to her.

Hange couldn’t help but do the same. Every time she sprouted something, she looked at his reaction and was pleased to see his amused expression. He looked positively gorgeous there behind the steering wheel, and she knew that he was listening to her every word despite it being nonsense to him. The moment he placed his hand in between them, she grabbed it immediately. Though he said nothing, she knew he was as happy as her.

They had gotten to the Observatory by the time the sun started sinking, and they pulled up near a bench with an incredible view of Los Angeles laid out in front of them. Hange immediately went down and sat, but Levi had other plans as he mysteriously went to the trunk and took out something from a bag. Hange stared at him in amusement as he closed it and presented her with a bouquet of sunflowers that matched her sweater perfectly.

“You haven’t studied these yet, right?” Levi asked. Hange smiled warmly and took it, admiring its beauty. He then sat down next to her, his face neutral.

“They’re beautiful.” Hange noted, “and yep. I haven’t yet.” She loved to study flowers and plants as a hobby, and Levi almost always provides her with them, even if he constantly argued he got them for free somewhere.

“They were giving them out in the market while you were in the bathroom.” Levi shrugged, keeping his face expressionless. “Thought you’d need something to work on in your free time.”

Hange hugged his side, giggling at his obviously constipated face. He draped an arm around her and they stayed that way for a good amount of time.

“You’re too kind, Levi,” Hange said, her voice muffled against his shoulder. “And you’re also a terrible liar.”

“Shut the fuck up, shitty glasses.”

Hange laughed again -- she seriously couldn't stop laughing when she was with him -- and pulled away, placing the flowers onto her other side. “So.” she started, now looking at the view that laid in front of them. “What are we doing next Sunday? I believe it’s your turn to pick.”

Levi already had the answer to that question. “We’re staying in.”

Hange raised an eyebrow, “Again? Don’t you want to try out that new tea place downtown?”

Levi shook his head and thought about how he seldom had the time to just laze around in bed with her -- especially given their often hectic work schedules. He thought about this morning, her calm and serene face, the drool from lips, her messy hair -- and he knew he wanted to bask in that silence, to stare at her face for as long as possible. Though today, he had to admit, was also a day well spent.

Hange understood and smiled softly. They wrapped their arms around one another, the cold air unable to penetrate the warmth from the love they deeply shared.

It was a day well spent indeed.

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 20

Word Count: 3714

POV: Reader

Warnings: Maybe language, not entirely sure, and smut

Notes: Sorry these updates are taking me longer than normal. It’s been a crazy schedule the last few months. I hope to be more consistent after the holidays. I’m working on the proposal chapter now. Can’t wait to share it with you all. Peace, Love and Hugs!

The week that Tyler was gone, could only be described as a week from hell. If you weren’t working late, you were rushing out of work to let the dogs out before heading over to one of the other wives and girlfriends house to watch the game. The only way you made it through the week, was telling yourself you would spend the weekend on the couch, just you and the pups. That was until Friday afternoon and the Stars Foundation called asking for your help with a children’s hospital fundraiser. There was no way you could say no; nor did you want to, but there went your relaxing weekend with the dogs. Then to top that off, your boss stuck you with an unrealistic deadline of Monday, for a project that would normally take at least a week.

By the time Sunday night rolled around, you were exhausted. So much so, that when Tyler finally facetimed you; you barely had the energy to answer. You were drowning in a mountain of papers when you answered. “Hey babe. How are things in Boston?”

“Much better than they are in Dallas. Baby, I love you; but you look worn-out. Are you feeling ok?”

“I’m just tired that’s all. It’s been a really long week between work and Stars stuff.” You shifted some papers around looking for the one you needed. “And I’ll be up half the night trying to finish this project for work.”

“Have you eaten today?”

“Ummm yeah, I grabbed a sandwich a while ago.” He didn’t need to know that, that was around one in the afternoon and it was now ten at night. You hated to admit it, but you were in over your head at the moment, and all you wanted was to curl up to the guy that was on the other end of the phone. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too (Y/N), but I really feel like you’re not taking care of yourself at the moment. Why don’t you set that project aside and get some sleep.” It was a statement more than a question and he was right. Over the last several days you’d totally neglected yourself and the baby over work and other commitments. If you didn’t start putting yourself first, the baby could suffer and you would never forgive yourself.

“You’re right.” You picked up the phone, walked out of the office and into the kitchen. “I am going to bed, as soon as I eat something and talk to you for a bit.” You rummaged through the fridge and found a half-eaten salad from Saturday, and pulled it out. “I’m actually surprised you’re not out with some of your old friends tonight.”

“Nah, I’d rather spend time with you. Which seems to be the smart choice since someone is not taking care of herself while I’m gone.”

You took a bite before answering. “I guess I thought I could handle the whole back to work, wags and being pregnant thing; but I think I’m failing. I really have to give so much credit to all those working mom’s out there. I don’t know how they do it.” You grabbed another forkful.

“Yeah, it’s a tough job, but you know you have options right babe?”

“I know and trust me; I’ve been considering it a lot this week.” It had been in the back of your mind all week, and you were going to talk to Tyler when he came home. But seeing as how he brought it up there was no time like the present. “I have made one decision about that; and I’m definitely not going back to work after the baby is born.”

“Really babe?” The smile on his face told you exactly how he felt.

“Yes, really. I knew you’d approve of that decision but I didn’t think you’d be this happy over it.”

He tried to drop his level excitement, but it couldn’t be contained. He was literally beaming at you. “I can’t lie hun; I like having you home with me and knowing that, that’s going to happen has literally made my night. So how do I convince you to just quit now?”

You shook your head at him. “After this week it wouldn’t take much.” You were half teasing, but there was a part of you that just wanted to give all your attention to the family that you were building; and you were having trouble concentrating on that with work at the moment.

“Well I did think about that.” You raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “Hear me out before you say anything.” He had piqued your curiosity, so of course you gave him your full attention. “So you know I have Seguin’s Stars with the suite at home games and everything?” You nodded yes. “Well I’ve been approached about doing some more charity work, but I need someone to coordinate it all. Who better to do this than you? I mean you could weed through the ones you think I wouldn’t like or would; then do all the preliminary work to help get it up and running. Of course, I’d pay you, so you’d still have your own money. What do you think?”

“Umm…I kind of don’t know what to say. You’ve obviously thought a bit about this.” And here you thought you were ahead of the game knowing you wanted to stay home after the baby was born.

“Yeah babe, I kind of did. It’s not a secret that I want you to stay home with me. I’ve always wanted that, even before you were pregnant. But I knew how important your job was to you, so I never said anything.” He shrugged his shoulders at you through the phone. “Right now, though you don’t seem happy with it, so why not be home with me every day.”

“Can I think about it?” It was the easiest answer to give; for what Tyler had just offered was something you really needed to consider.

“Of course babe.” You finished up the salad, then threw the dishes in the dishwasher. “So, how are the dogs?”

Turning the camera, you showed all three surrounding you waiting for a treat. “They’re great, though they miss you too.” You reached in the treat jar, while the camera was on them and grabbed them each one; then turned the camera back on yourself so Tyler didn’t see you giving them a snack. “Come on boys, let’s go outside one more time for the night.” You walked them over to the door and let them out. “They’re still adjusting to the house a bit.”

“Oh no, what did Gerry do?”

“Why do you assume it was Gerry?”

“Because it’s always Gerry.”

You laughed. “You’re right it always is him; and it was again. He shit on the kitchen floor the other day.”

“He what?”

“It wasn’t that bad. I know it sounds bad. I really just think he was marking his territory or something like that. It was a couple days ago and he hasn’t done it since.” You’d cleaned the mess up and hollered at him, but only a little. He looked so sad you couldn’t really be too harsh on him.

“He hasn’t had an accident in the house, since he was a puppy.”

“Well, there’s a lot going on right now. It’s a new house. I’m gone most of the day. You’re off on a road trip. I just think he needed some attention. And don’t yell at him, I already did. He’s been fine since.” Tyler was frowning at you, which was totally unnecessary; considering you’d handled the situation.

“I guess it could be worse, he could’ve tore up the whole backyard again.”

“See there’s always a bright side to everything.” You chuckled softly at Tyler, then let the dogs in and turned on the alarm. “Come on guys, bedtime.”

“Mmmm I like bedtime.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Can I join?”

“Of course, though I wish you were really here.” You missed his arms around you, cuddling you all night. The way he smelled, as you lay next to him. There were so many things, and though falling asleep with him on the phone was nice; it wasn’t the same as having him in bed with you.

“Me too baby.” He yawned. The time was an hour ahead of you; so it was well past midnight in Boston. He pulled off his shirt revealing his tattoos, and you longed to run your fingers over them. Tyler laid down on the pillow in the hotel, then covered up with the duvet. You did the same, only you were surrounded by dogs and about fifteen hundred miles away from him. “I love you (Y/N).”

“I love you too Ty.” For some reason you weren’t ready to sleep, even though your body was telling you differently. Though when Tyler shut his eyes you did the same. It couldn’t have been ten minutes later and you heard him softly snoring through the phone. Part of you wanted to hang up, but then there was the part that thought maybe his gentle breaths would lull you to sleep. Your mind started to wander, thinking of the proposal Tyler had talked about earlier. Over the last couple of weeks you’d been home with Tyler and it had really helped forge the bond that was broken between the two of you. All the small things started to add up, how he took care of you during the accident, how he always made sure you ate something, the way he would talk to the baby all the time. Since the two of you had gotten back together, there was really only that short time in the beginning that you’d been working. It had been fine then, but now; you just liked being with him all the time, taking care of him as much as he took care of you. Would it really make that much of a difference if you decided to quit your job a couple months earlier than you anticipated?

Mentally, you started making a pro and con list; and threw all the above mentioned into that pro part. What you didn’t like about it, was that you’d be basically living off of Tyler, but then weren’t you going to do that once the baby was born? So was that technically a con? Missing all the people at work was definitely a drawback, but then you could always visit them. Again, you weren’t sure what side that went on. The only real downfall, was that you’d worked so hard within the company for the position you had now, and you’d be giving all that up. Opening your eyes, you saw Tyler on the phone, still sleeping; seemingly unaffected by your internal dilemma. He looked so peaceful, and there was a small smile on his lips. If he was here you’d have no choice but to kiss him. Just staring at him, you knew your decision. He, the baby and the dogs were your future. You would find more fulfillment with them, then you ever would in some job. It was crystal clear in that moment, that you’d be writing your resignation at some point tomorrow, more than likely after you finished your project. You couldn’t leave without completing the work you’d already started.

Now that your mind was made up, it was as if exhaustion took over and sleep was calling your name. You glanced one more time at Tyler’s sleeping form, then shut the phone off; noticing that if you fell asleep immediately you’d get a good solid six hours sleep before your alarm went off. Once you closed your eyes you fell fast asleep, dreaming of your family with Tyler. It felt like you only slept a few minutes before the alarm was going off at six in the morning. You got up, finished up the project you were working on and headed off to one of your final days of work.

Walking through your office door, you past your assistant who was on the phone already. It wouldn’t be the same not seeing her every day, but you were sure that your friendship would remain intact. It wasn’t long before you were presenting your project to your boss. Everything was done perfectly down to the last detail and he was extremely happy with your work. You asked if the two of you could talk before the end of the day; it would give you time to draft up a quick resignation letter.

It was around four in the afternoon when he finally had a spare moment for you. The conversation wasn’t exactly as you pictured. He threw in your face that you were giving up your career for a man; which in your eyes wasn’t the case. So the accusation fell flat with you. What didn’t set well, was when he mentioned how much time the company invested in you. You knew this wouldn’t be easy, but hadn’t anticipated him making you feel this guilty. In the end, he asked you to pack your things up; even though you offered to give two weeks’ notice. Making your way back to your office, you grabbed your personal items and threw them in your work bag. It was hard saying goodbye to Andrea, your assistant; and you both shed a few tears, telling each other that you’d get together soon. With one last look at the place and people that you at times called family; you walked out the door to concentrate on your new life with Tyler and the baby.

In your two phone calls with Tyler, both before and after the game; you never mentioned that you quit your job. You thought you’d surprise him tomorrow when he came home. It would’ve been easy to just stay in bed the next morning, but you wanted to keep up a routine somewhat. So you got out of bed early in order to get in a quick yoga session. Then to be completely counterproductive, you found yourself in the kitchen whipping up a batch of cookies. The baby was craving them, or so you told yourself; but you knew that Tyler would eat half of the batch, so you didn’t feel that bad. You were just finishing wiping up the counter, when you heard the garage door open.

It didn’t take long before you heard him with the pups. “Hi boys!” Down went the bag. You could announce that you were home, but why ruin the surprise. “I missed you guys too. Did mom bake last night? It smells so good in here.” It was hard to hold back the bubble of laughter that was bursting to get out. “Alright, alright, settle down. You guys want a treat.” Oh and he made it seem like you were the soft one all the time sneaking them a snack. “Come on, let’s go.” His footsteps sound on the hardwood as he made his way down the hall towards the kitchen. He rounded the corner, not paying attention at all until the last minute. “Jesus!” He shrieked like a little girl and you laughed hysterically. “You scared the fucking shit out of me.”

Once you got your laughter under control, you said. “Yeah, I noticed. Do you scream like that on the ice? Cause hun, you sound like a teenage girl.”

He grabbed you around the waist, and it was your turn to screech. “Ha ha. Who’s yelling now?” He brought his lips to yours, in a kiss that wasn’t the least bit funny. You melted into him, savoring the taste of his lips. All too soon, he pulled away though, and you could almost feel the pout forming on your face. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing home right now?”

“Oh well, that’s an interesting story.” Slipping out of his arms, you grabbed the plate of cookies you left out for him.

“Are these chocolate with peanut butter chips?”

“Yes…umm the baby wanted them.” He cocked his head to the side, and looked at you questioningly. “Fine, I wanted them.” Turning quickly, you walked away with the plate before he could snatch one. “And with your attitude, you’re not getting any.”

He snuck up behind you, and wrapped his arms around your waist. He was so hard to resist when he was like this; and to top it off he was wearing one of your favorite suits. “Aww, come on, babe. You know they’re one of my favorites.” His right hand, let go of you and tried to pluck a cookie from the plate; but you skillfully kept them out of reach. He scrunched up his nose, before saying, “Please baby.”

“Well since you asked nicely.” Taking one, you held it up to his mouth, which was perched on your shoulder. He gobbled up half the cookie in one bite.

“Oh my god! These are delicious.” His garbled speech could barely be made out as he continued to inhale the treat. “So back to why you’re home, and baking me these yummy cookies. Can I have another one?”

You just laughed at him, and handed over another. “Well…umm…I sort of quit.”

He let go of you fully, only so that he could look you in the face. “Are you serious?” When you nodded your head yes, he took the plate of cookies and put them on the counter; before picking you up in the air and spinning you around. “You don’t know how happy this makes me.”

He still hadn’t put you down. “I think I have an idea.”

“I get you all to myself for the next eleven days.” He was wearing a mischievous grin as he slid you slowly down his body. “And I think I have an idea on how we should celebrate.” His mouth crushed yours in a searing kisses that made you weak in the knees. He hadn’t let your feet touch the ground yet, and the kiss made it seem as if you were floating on air. God you’d missed him.

Hands entwined around his neck, you pulled slightly back, before mumbling. “Bedroom…now.”

Pecking your lips, he responded. “Why, when we haven’t christened the kitchen yet?” He lifted you onto the island, next to the plate of cookies; his mouth never leaving yours as he set you down. You pushed his suit coat off his shoulders and it lay on the ground completely forgotten, as you unbuttoned his shirt. His skin felt warm, as your hands roamed over his chest. He nibbled on your neck and you threw your head back relishing the feel of his lips on you. This road trip had been too long and you craved his touch. You leaned back, bracing yourself against the cool marble; while he continued his assault on your body. “Lift your hips baby.” The low trill of his voice, caused goosebumps all along your skin. There was nothing to do but obey the command he’d given. He slid both your leggings and your panties off in one fell swoosh, to join his shirt and coat. Grabbing your hips, he glided you closer to the edge. Then with one hand, he undid his belt and pants; while his other ran up and down your slit. “God babe, I love how wet you get.” You let out a moan, which sounded foreign even to your own ears. Two of his fingers slid easily inside you, and as he made a come here motion with them; he almost sent you spiraling into bliss, but you wanted more, needed him.

“Ty, please fuck me.”

“Did you miss me baby?’ He had his cock in his hand, stroking it up and down. You bit your lip in anticipation, as you nodded your head. Spreading your wetness all over your pussy, he said. “I missed you more babe.” With that he thrust himself fully into you, both of you screaming out the others name. He felt incredible, and you wrapped your legs around him as he started to thrust in and out of you. It wouldn’t be long for either of you to cum, you were both so primed for each other. His hands were on your hips as he pumped into you harder with each push. “I’m so close (Y/N).” He panted out. You reached between the two of you, finding your clit and pressing it just how you liked. With a few deep thrusts, Tyler grunted and spilled his seed into you. It sent you over the edge and too were cumming with him. Heavy breathing filled the kitchen as the two of you gasped for air, coming down from your high. He tucked your head into his shoulder, then lifted you completely off the counter and carrying you over to the couch; where you both could lay down. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around the two of you. He arranged you, so that he was laying mostly on the couch, but could still lay his head on you. Once you were both comfortable, Tyler said. “I missed you so much baby.”

“I missed you too Ty.”

He looked up at you, all serious, from his spot on your chest. “I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to the baby.” He gave you a devilish grin.

“Oh excuse me!” you said in mock defense. “By all means don’t let me interrupt.”

He leaned up and gave you a quick peck. “I missed you too, but now I need to have a chat with this one.” He laid back down on your chest looking down at your tummy. “Hi baby, it’s daddy. I’m finally home, and missed you and mommy. Did she tell you, she’s going to stay home and be with us every day now? You’re going to love it so much, cause you have the best mommy in the world. You’ll find that out soon, but not too soon. So keep being good in there for her. I love you little one.” He then kissed your stomach; and it made you melt. After hearing that little conversation you definitely knew you’d made the right decision to stay at home for your family.

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annaofthenorthernlights · 3 years

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It´s your life

Chapter 1

Off we go…

Kristanna Modern AU

Rating: G

Word counting: 2211

Kristoff takes Anna away off her studies – she´s a mess before exams…

So that was about it. Kristoff was sick of watching his girlfriend exhausting herself with struggling towards her exams. Not that she would not make them. He was convinced she would do great finals. But her family had burdened her with heavy responsibility of representing their name with the greatest marks she should get – within the first 10 of finalists – that meant to end her collage degrees “with merit”. Anna was smart and she had great skills to make her way into a bright future, the young man was positive for her. But! If only the family business would not call for her in person, to shout out their greatness just because of titles and medals!

Kristoff frowned on the thoughts. He had seen Anna wrench with worry to fail on her family´s name. She didn´t really like the goal they had set for her – without even actually asking if it was what she wanted – to become a respectable lawyer. Anna had mentioned several times that she would so much more prefer to study some profession on socialised basics. Of course, as a lawyer one should have social skills… Kristoff wrinkled his nose thinking about Anna´s sister being anything less than socialising. It wasn´t that he would not like Elsa as such, she was after all Anna´s sister. But she was reluctant and tentative when it came to events or communicative situations. She like to withdraw herself from any personal attachments. Of course, as a strict and professional lawyer she could not afford to associate to much with others. She had to prevent her person from gossip and speculative turns.

But Anna was the opposite. She needed personal contacts, literally craving for fun and sharing time with friends and colleagues. Anna had accompanied Kristoff several times to events organised by his working team, to sportive events with friends or then to his family celebrating seasons.

No! This kind of profession would be her downfall. He had to do something about this. Kristoff loved Anna to much to watch this fruitless and bizarre process any longer. He understood Anna struggled to get anyone happy around her, even if that meant that she had to step back. But she was the one to definitively be happy. And that was what Kristoff had set his mind for!

Kristoff assumed well enough the effort and nerve taking time the last term of college would require. But how senseless it was, if one had to strive for best marks – just to please others. He thought about his own dreams and goals he had set for himself. Nothing great, it was in comparison. But after all, if he would succeed the next few years, he would make a respectable living to feed a little family. He didn´t have the chance to follow a college career, stepping right into working life after Senior High. But a good life it was, nevertheless. His career as carpenter wasn´t bad. He made a good living, good enough for himself, that was.

He wondered though of what Anna really dreamed about. She had never really set her mind focused completely, all slowed and conducted in pace by her family in the background. Kristoff took a heart and wanted to get her to himself for a quiet moment and challenge this great girl to free herself from a pressure she didn´t deserve at all. He would support her in any way he could. If only she would let him be the one at her side!... But then, Kristoff subconsciously feared the gap between them, financially and socially. He would never be able to offer Anna the life she was used to right now. What if that would matter more to her than their relationship? That was, what he needed to find out. And the thought of her breaking up and backing up to her former familiar life, scared him and tore at his heart. But then, if not now, how long should he prolong of facing the truth?

**********

The sun lit the room in a golden light, inviting anyone for a comfortable stroll in the nice spring afternoon. Early May, warm but not hot, nature blossoming but not yet in full colour. The smell of fresh flowers and kind spring winds rustling around the grounds to caress people’s faces, it was all good doing to body, soul, and spirit.

Anna didn´t really notice much of it.

She sat over her books, elbows on the table, her head laying heavy in her hands. She went through the book beneath her eyes, glaring back up at her from the table desk.

Basically, she didn´t disklike the topic of law and orders. After all, it helped to help people who needed advice and support on law-matters, not being treated wrong. But then, there was so much corruption. When Anna had served in her family´s office, for practical study terms, she had been appalled upon certain undergoing of mistreating the law, putting it correctly for formality reason, but certain cases were not correct from morality point of view. Anna had faced her sister, Elsa, for that matter and asked why they would defend people who had done wrong, admittingly, just to get their rights pushed through. It had been a matter of loyalty towards good friends, and everybody got his right for defence. They would not justify the wrongdoing but help them getting a better way out of it. That was all. It would be still correct.

Anna couldn´t share this opinion. Still, once she got her degrees, she could change her ways and be a good lawyer to people in need, real need. People who might not have much money. She had set her mind of selling her character to money. But her family wanted her in their business. She didn´t like it. Not at all. The problem was, Anna hadn´t the guts to stand up against them. They were family. Her parents were kind people, but then obliged to friends and business. The long year family tradition and their represented name. Elsa was loyal, correct, but in her ways not so people bound. She would handle the cases as such. The customers were customers and to be treated as such. End of the story.

Anna was different. She liked people in general, if not necessarily everyone the same… She hated injustice – that´s why she liked the law-thing. But injustice was in this world and would never be defeated to its downfall. So, that would be an endless enemy. Still, if she could be of little help in a little while, to little people – would it not be worth the struggle and effort?

She got up, got herself a cup of coffee from her kitchen corner and stood with her back leaned against the door frame. Glancing out the window, Anna sighed, and she decided to take a little break and to go for a short walk. The fresh air would do her good and free her heavy brain for sure. It was early Friday afternoon and the weekend beckoned invitingly to free her head. She smiled, put her cup into the sink, and put on her comfy boots. Skipping down the staircase to the front porch, she hummed a melody in anticipation of the sunny spring day. Anna decided to take the time to overthink her situation and later, when Kristoff came around, she would tell him. He had a sobber common sense, always listening carefully to her chaotic referees. He would encourage her in her plans, she was sure. Dear Kristoff, he was such a gift, such a treasure to her life. If only her family could see his worth, looking beyond name and career.

**********

Kristoff parked his Pickup in front of Anna´s flat.

Grinning a last time to the glove box he got out and made his way to the front door, when he heard a familiar voice call his name. Turning around he spotted his sweet ginger-headed gal. His heart leaped, then Anna looked happy. Her cheeks showed a soft red glow and her eyes sparkled at him in delight.

“You´re early!”

“Sorry, if I interfere with your schedule.” He shrugged and stepped down the steps to meet her.

“No. That´s wonderful. Happy to see you.” Anna strode up to him, flinging her arms around his neck, and tiptoeing she perked a soft kiss to his lips. “I´ve been thinking of you all this walk. And it did me good. Thinking of you, and walking, too.” She giggled, smiling up at him.

“It´s good to see you in this cheerful mood.” Kristoff perked a soft kiss to her forehead. “I´ve been worrying, you know.”

“You shouldn´t. I´m fine. But yes, there is something I would like to talk to you.”

Kristoff pressed his lips together. What was it?

Anna glanced up, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Hey, don´t look at me like a sad puppy. Nothing´s wrong, alright? I just need your honest opinion on something that´s roaming my mind. I trust you to be fair to me and don´t push me into something I´m not. You know, that means life to me!”

She was so wonderful. So passionate. Kristoff pulled her close into an embrace and caressed her back with his right hand, while he cupped the back of her head with his left. “Hey feisty pants, sure I will. I love you and I want your best, you know that, yes?”

Anna nodded into his chest and squeezed her arms tight around his waist.

**********

That was so exciting.

Anna loved surprises. She was all agitated and shifting on her seat.

They were on the way to somewhere; she was not supposed to know yet. It had taken her about ten minutes to pack some stuff for two nights. Oh gosh, that was awesome. She gnawed on her lips, wondering where they were heading to. Kristoff had announced that she should pack some comfy things, then something nice for the evening and then casual. Whatever made her feel comfy, that was most important to him. For the night, it was up to her… Goodness, that one had taken maybe eight out of ten minutes… What to wear for the night… At the end she had packed three different pieces. A long silky nightgown, a silky shorty, and a comfy cotton shorty. No idea what mood will be calling then… That was so exciting.

Kristoff had put on his sunglasses and was driving towards west. So, the coast, maybe? Las Vegas? Goodness. Some cosy beach hotel? He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other elbow rested on the open window frame.

“So, do you think we will need to stop in between for the length of drive?” Anna tried to ask as casually, looking out the window, playing with the end of one of her braids.

“Yeah, maybe, in case you need to step out?” Kristoff grinned towards her and smacked his lips. No other answer.

“What about dinner? Shall we have some on the way, or will we reach our destiny before evening?” She tried another one.

“In case you can´t wait? We can stop before. We have the freedom to do what we want.” Another grin.

He was good in this. Really. Still, it was a funny game. And Anna loved playing it. Maybe she would find out. But then, he intended to surprise her with something and she didn´t want to ruin it. She shifted her weight unto the left and leaned her head sideways to the headrest, just to place a soft hand tenderly on Kristoff´s arm.

“Thank you. It´s sweet of you, taking me out that way, you know. It´s not often I get such a lovely treat. Makes me really happy.” Her eyes felt moisty, but she swallowed the knot in her throat. She didn´t want to make a scene. It was just to wonderful a feeling. All of her felt just so happy, so whole, so… loved and cherished.

“That´s nothing, Anna. You deserve it! I hope you´ll like it. I tried my best, believe me. But then, be warned. I can´t afford the Hilton, you know that. But I guess to know you well enough that this is not what you want, right?”

Anna smiled and chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “No. Not at all. Glad you know me so well.”

Kristoff took a deep breath and then shortly turned his head to smile at her. Focusing back on the road, he mentioned to her as casually as possible. “Well then, honey, why don´t you check the glove box?!”

Anna gasped wide eyed, turned to the handle in front of her and opened the glove department. When she reached inside and pulled out an envelope, she gnawed on her lips again, looking sharply to Kristoff, who sat grinning, casually driving along.

Anna opened the envelope and pulled out the tickets for their weekend, and she shrieked in pure delight and disbelief of what she held in her hands. She had dreamed of this for so long and everybody had laughed her off in her family about it. Kristoff had heard her jovial dreaming about it, and he granted her this trip.

They were on their way to Disneyland!

#Kristanna fanfic #Modern AU #my fanfic #surprise trip #Frozen modern AU #Fanfiction

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A Prince & A Pirate’s Fate - 16

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Chapter Sixteen

Start at Chapter one here:https://shytalia.tumblr.com/post/611878754309079040/a-prince-and-a-pirates-fate-usuk-fanfic

Also available on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/shytalia

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Alfred awoke with a throbbing pain in his head.

“Ugh, what the fuck.” He groaned, holding his head as if it would make the pounding in it go away.

“Watch your language. I see Kirkland has left an unfortunate impact on you.”

Alfred jumped at the sound of another voice so close to him, his eyes widening and snapping in the direction of the intrusion. It was the current king, sitting calmly by his side. He stared at him gaping, unsure of exactly where he was or why his father was by his side as he slept. What he did know, however, was that Arthur was nowhere to be seen.

He was beaten to it before he could even open his mouth to ask.

“You disobeyed direct orders and have been visiting that pirate during the night, haven’t you?” There wasn’t much in the way of a question so much as it was just a statement. The king let out a rough huff of disapproval when his son didn’t answer. “As such, I have no choice but to relocate Kirkland to a more secure room. One you won’t be able to break into.”

He took a moment to look his son over. His young features were crinkled in irritation and he could see faint marks on his lower neck from previous private affairs, no doubt left by the captain himself. The image of his son stooping that low was unnerving.

“But upon reflecting your little escapades, I’ve deemed that a more proper punishment is in order. Kirkland will be relocated and put under the most maximum security, but he will no longer be allowed to do anything more than sit and wait.”

“What? What does that even mean?” Alfred growled, moving forward only to realize he himself couldn’t move either. With wide eyes his vision snapped to the side and saw his wrists chained to the bed he was on, allowing him to move only a very short distance. “Y-You can’t do this! Let me go!” He yelled.

“It is a necessity, you’ll see. You will be released on the night of the ball. I think a few days of solitude will prove to be a fitting punishment. No more running around the halls like a love sick puppy searching for its master.” The King muttered, taking the prince’s chin in his hand and twisting his head towards him. He matched the glare thrown at him. “Just so you understand me, son, allow me to be perfectly clear. You should relax and do as you are told. The more you struggle to understand what I’m doing is for the best then the more suffering you’ll bring your poor Arthur. Your actions will reflect his treatment. If you insist on acting out of line, his punishments will be all the worse because of you.”

For a moment hesitation flashed in Alfred’s eyes, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“What punishments?” He asked, softer this time as if he were afraid of the answer.

“Anything I see fit. Because of your little adventures in the night, Arthur has already received ten lashings. You wouldn’t want him to get more, would you?” The elder man said easily.

Then, Alfred’s calm exterior was gone, replaced by a hot fury that threatened to eat him from the inside out. His chains rattled against his harsh movements as he attempted to free himself.

“What!” He practically screamed. “You whipped him? For what! He didn’t do anything, it was all me! He was stuck in that damn room day after day, I’m the one who kept visiting him even after he told me to stop!”

Despite his outburst, the king simply waved his hand as if brushing the offensive words out of the air. “It doesn’t really matter. Queen or not, he has to pay for everything he’s done in the past. He’s lucky I’ve been merciful, you know as well as I do that criminals like him do not often get anything less than a noose or permanent disfiguration. Would you prefer I do that?”

“No! I’d prefer if you treated him like my goddamn queen!”

At that, the King let out a small chuckle and stood up. “He will be treated like the queen once he acts like one and not a disgusting pirate. But don’t worry, it won’t take long, I will break him of his filthy habits soon enough.”

And despite the yelling from the younger royal and the screaming of his chains as he tore at him, rubbing the flesh beneath them raw until they bled, the king left his son alone again.

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The arrival of the other kingdom’s royals a few days later sent a wave of excitement throughout the entire capital.

Much like the impromptu parade signifying the arrival of Prince Alfred’s return home, carriages of varying colors carried new and foreign leaders towards the castle walls. Crowds clumped together on the streets for a chance to see a Heart, Diamond, or a Club wagon, each decorated as extravagantly as the last.

First came the Hearts, their red ribbons and heart-printed banners clashed brightly against the normal, Spadian blues. Most exciting was the young prince whose stoic face charmed all those he passed, offering them a polite wave but not much more. It didn’t seem to bother the crowd as they gorged themselves on his handsome features.

Next were the Clubs, a cold nation of ice and snow, but their green symbol was an ironic feature plastered for all to see. It was almost a mask, the clover of their nation a sign of luck and prosperity, even in the dead of winter. Despite this, people found themselves ogling the impressively tall, burly man with the gentle smile as he rode down the streets.

Lastly were the fashionably late Diamonds. Bright and warm, covered in gold and jewels, the King of Diamonds flashed his ringed hand enthusiastically to the people surrounding him. Women and men caught the kisses he drew from his mouth, blowing them into the crowd with fervor.

Overall, the arrival of the three foreign kingdoms was a cheerful success. Servants busied themselves making last minute preparations and ran around the castle like bees in a hive.

Alfred could hear the commotion from his room, finally released from his bounds he rubbed at the bruised skin of his wrists with a scowl. His father had never acted this tyrannically before, at least, not to Alfred. Had it always been there and he just hadn’t seen it?

He shook those thoughts away and pulled on his navy coat. It dragged down in the back and he couldn’t help but wonder what Arthur would be wearing. No doubt, they would dress him up like a doll in Spadian nationality and the Brit would loath every second of it. This is exactly what Arthur had been trying to avoid for so long and yet, here Alfred had made his worst nightmares come true.

He mentally cursed himself for it but a soft knock on his door banished those thoughts.

“Your highness, it is time.” A calm voice spoke through the wood. When Alfred opened it, he was greeted with the familiar face of the royal Jack.

“Yao,” Alfred recognized, doing his best to bite back his anger and his anxiety. He had to do this right, for Arthur’s sake. “Let’s get this over with.”

The walk to the ballroom was long and the sound of chattering people exploded to life the second they swung the grand doors open. There were nobles and ladies scattered around the hall, each decorated with elegance and riches. Some were already dancing and others were drinking, gossiping about petty affairs that made Alfred’s head hurt.

The Chinese man pushed him onward and towards a large, stage-like platform at the end of the room. It had chairs, in which already sat the current King and Queen as they watched the people buzz below them.

Alfred ignored any greetings he received as he walked through the crowd, not truly on purpose, but his mind swarmed with different scenarios that could go wrong at any moment.

He took his place in a chair, it was high up where he could see the entire room clearly. It was more often than not used for his parents and their more esteemed guests to lounge during parties such as this one. When they weren’t dancing around the ball room, they sat perched and watching like hawks to a bustle of prey.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Yao called after Alfred was seated, earning looks from all across the room. “I am proud to introduce our guests, who have traveled far to come and greet our new Queen and congratulate the young, Prince Alfred. So, without further ado, please welcome your majesties...”

The short man took a quick bow, pulling the doors of the ballroom open, and gestured for those outside it to come in. As he did, he dutifully introduced each one.

“Prince Ludwig, of the Hearts. King Ivan, of the Clubs. And King Francis, of the Diamonds. Welcome to The Spades.” Yao bowed to them once more.

The three took in their surroundings, obviously sizing up the room, its decor, and its occupants. At once, three pairs of eyes set sharply on the three, Spadian royals sitting on the other side of the room.

King Ivan was the first to speak. “Ah, it is nice to meet you, your highnesses.” He gave a small bow of his own, but even his crouched stature was far taller than anyone else in the room. “However, I am not seeing the newly found queen. I was told we would get the chance to meet him and I was looking forward to it quite a bit.” Something sparkled in his lavender eyes that made Alfred want to hurl, or punch him in the face, whichever came first.

The creepy Club did have a point, however. Where was Arthur? This ball was supposed to be a celebration of him coming to the castle, surely his parents weren’t going to leave him locked up throughout the entire thing!

As if on cue, the door creaked open once more and each curious face glanced to it. Standing with guards at his sides was Arthur, dressed in the finest clothing Alfred had ever seen him in. His blue eyes widened slightly, watching carefully as his betrothed strut into the room looking nothing less like complete, Spadian royalty.

“Arthur!” Alfred jumped up. As much as he told himself he would behave, the sight of Arthur finally out and free of chains made his heart beat erratically. The only thing that brought him back down to earth was his father’s cough and a harsh grip on his wrist, preventing him from jumping off the stage and towards the other blonde across the hall. Looking back, his eyes met the cold, warning glare of the elder royal and he swallowed.

Relaxing and standing up straight, he stared ahead at the man he adored so much just to find him looking right back up at him. There was something swimming there in those wide, green orbs that Alfred couldn’t quite place and it worried him to no end. So, without thinking, he grinned widely and outstretched his arms to address the room loudly.

“Welcome! Now that everyone is here, let’s get to dancing!” He bounced off the platform in a single leap, landing on the hard floor below and practically racing towards the petite, shaggy-haired man with open arms. “What do you say, Arthur? Can I have this dance with my future queen?”

Arthur’s eyes widened in disbelief, unsure if Alfred was trying to get them in trouble again or not. But, here in front of so many people, what could his father really do? So, he smiled and nodded, reaching out and allowing his hand to be taken.

“Of course.”

Within an instant, he was pulled close against a warm chest and an arm snaked around his waist, drawing him ever nearer.

“Good.” Alfred breathed, softer now that he had Arthur so close against him. He pulled the shorter man towards the middle of the room, ignoring the people that shifted to get out of their way, and immediately started twirling their bodies together to the music that flowed gently through the air. “I missed you.” He whispered.

Arthur only made a small sound of agreement, but his stiff limbs relaxed the longer Alfred held him close. He did his best to ignore the obvious eyes that were boring into them, even if they were being discrete, Arthur knew better than to think they weren’t at the forefront of everyone’s gaze.

“I’m sorry...for what happened. You didn’t deserve that.”

Green shot up and met blue. Arthur wavered at the look of sincerity and regret that twisted the younger man’s sweet face. It wasn’t a look that fit Alfred, he was meant for smiles and laughter, not worry or anger. The Brit shook his head and offered a small smile.

“Don’t worry. It’s far from the worst thing I’ve ever endured.” He assured.

His response only seemed to make Alfred’s brows furrow further together and his frown deepen.

“That’s not the point. I don’t want them to hurt you.” The prince voiced, removing his hand from Arthur’s in favor of pulling down at the other man’s sleeve. He could see the darkness of bruises lingering there from his binds, much like he had on his own, but Arthur’s looked even worse. Not only that, those familiar metal, bracelets encircled his pale wrists. It seemed even during a ball his father couldn’t trust Arthur not to kill him. For once since he returned, he thought the king actually got something right. “I promised you that I’d be your hero.”

“I don’t expect you to keep all your promises.”

As much as he wished he didn’t, Arthur couldn’t shake that feeling of betrayal he had when he realized Alfred was the man he had spent years loathing. No amount of sweet words and gifts would change that overwhelming ache in his chest at being lied to for so long.

Alfred frowned more at that but didn’t press the issue. He knew he had a lot to prove to Arthur and he wouldn’t stop until he made everything up to him and then some. But for now, he was content to have his lover close and to twirl him around the room to the sound of music.

Several dances later, Arthur opted to take a small break and convinced the young prince to grab a drink instead of just showering him in open affection. Alfred had pouted but agreed, running off to find the nearest butler with a glass of wine.

“It is nice to meet you, your highness.”

Arthur nearly jumped out of his own skin when a low voice ghosted past his ear. He turned to find a very tall, very intimidating man looming over him with a gentle grin. He nearly looked like he could pick him up and break him in half over his knee if he wanted. Arthur sincerely hoped he didn’t try.

“Hm? Did I say something wrong? You’re looking at me as if you’ve seen a ghost.” The large man’s face morphed into something of a pout, if one could truly call it that.

“O-Oh, no, my apologies. I didn’t hear you come up.” Arthur dismissed quickly, taking a small step back. He may be a pirate with incredible magical abilities and a talent for weapons, but at the moment, he had neither of those things. It didn’t help that he had gotten quite the thorough instructions from the king before being dressed for this horrendous dance that if he were to act out of line, his brother would not go unpunished. Thus, he had to play nice.

His explanation must have been enough for the tall man because he smiled again and nodded. “I did not mean to scare you.” He told him, accent thick on his tongue. “I am King Ivan, from the Club’s Kingdom. I would be honored if I could have a dance with the future Queen of Spades.”

He held out a large hand and Arthur hesitated to take it. He wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to be manhandled by a very powerful stranger, but he didn’t have much reason to refuse either.

“Of course...” The Brit muttered, slowly lifting his own hand and placing it in the much bigger one. Without a moment to reconsider, Ivan pulled his smaller body close and was turning around in time with the music. Arthur barely had enough time to register what was happening as he was shoved, almost surprisingly snug, against the smothering body.

“I’ve come to meet you, Queen Arthur. I wanted to see you for my own eyes, it’s been quite a few years since we first heard about you. We weren’t sure you would ever actually come take your place.” Ivan talked casually, spinning Arthur around in circles as he did so, arm firmly planted against his lower back to keep him secure.

“Yes, well, I didn’t think I would either.” The pirate replied, almost bitterly as he spared a glance towards the platform the current monarchs sat on. He could see the King’s icy stare even from where he was moving in the middle of the dance floor.

“We Clubs have been watching these silly Spades run around trying to catch you for so long, it was most amusing. I’m almost sad the fun is now over.” The Russian sighed, his conversation moving as if Arthur hadn’t spoken at all.

What a particularly odd thing to say to the next queen of said kingdom.

Arthur cocked an eyebrow and looked up at the man who held him, taking in his childish frown of disappointment now that his apparent ‘fun’ was over.

“But, I get the feeling a new game is going to begin soon and it is exciting to finally meet the most interesting player. You’re not like the rest of these stuffy Spades.” Ivan’s smile once more tugged around the edges and, to Arthur, it almost resembled more of a smirk. He felt the hands around him tighten, as if drawing him closer to tell him a well-kept secret.

“I do believe most of the other people here are not murders and thieves.” Arthur replied easily. He may be put off by the other male, but he was not one to back down because of a little intimidation. He had his pride and he would keep it, as much as he could in this damned place anyway.

“I’m not so sure. But, perhaps your brand of depravity is a little bit different than theirs. That doesn’t mean there are not some similarities in the ruthlessness.” Ivan offered after a bark of laughter. He seemed genuinely pleased with Arthur’s answer. “Oh, but your dear prince...he’s not like the rest either, is he? Just look at him now, he’s glaring at me as if I’m about to rip your throat out. That is funny, da?”

Arthur ignored the low chuckle that emanated from the bigger man and twisted his head enough so he could see past his large arms. Sure enough, there was Alfred, two wine glasses in his hands and narrow eyes. He didn’t look jealous so much as he looked purely predatory.

“I think he and I will become very close friends. That would be great, yes?” Another deep laugh fluttered out of the Club’s chest, but something in Arthur told him that ‘friends’ was not exactly the right word to describe the thoughts Ivan was having at that moment.

“Of course. It would be lovely to have a good relationship between the Spades and the Clubs. I look forward to it.” The Brit announced, a tad too loud, but he felt the need to get out of the man’s grasp as quickly as possible. “Please, excuse me. I believe the prince has retrieved our drinks.”

Slowly, Ivan pulled back his arms and released the shorter man with a content smile.

“Thank you for the dance, your majesty. You are very fun.” He said.

Arthur gave a short bow, “And to you as well, King Ivan.” He told him, before turning on his heel and speeding off towards Alfred. Taking one of the beverages offered, he brought it to his lips and wasted no time drinking it down.

“What did he say?” Alfred asked lowly, cold eyes still hovering on the tall form retreating off the dance floor.

“King Ivan? Not much. Just that he thought our little game of cat and mouse had been rather amusing for him.” Arthur mumbled. It seemed he underestimated some of these other lands. He was a wanted man in each kingdom, including Clubs, and yet the King was content in watching them for his own amusement instead of trying to capture him for his crimes. “I believe he rather liked seeing you upset as we danced.”

Alfred’s gaze was still narrowed when blue eyes turned to him instead, softening immediately when they finally landed on Arthur’s gently, smiling face. Slowly, the prince brought his free hand up and ran his fingers across his lover’s cheek and cupped his face. “Of course I was upset. How am I supposed to feel with someone else holding you like that?” He asked, but his voice was somewhat amused. “More so, I don’t entirely trust him. Ivan isn’t exactly known for his good intentions.”

“Ohoho, gossiping already?”

The pair turned at once, finding a smug looking Francis standing not far behind them.

“It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, soon-to-be Queen Arthur.” The Diamond royal grinned, reaching out and grabbing the Brit’s hand. Without a moment of hesitation, he bent down in a bow and placed kisses upon the back of the pirate’s hand. He failed to notice the look of disgust that crossed the pale man’s face as he did so. “You’re far more lovely in person, might I say.”

“I appreciate the thought.” Arthur muttered, pulling his hand away and instead wrapped it around one of Alfred’s arms.

The Diamond stood tall again, his eyes scanning over the pair for a moment, before another grin plastered his face. “I must congratulate you two. This has been a long time coming, and we have all been patiently waiting for your arrival. We were all shocked to hear that the Prince of Spades had gone missing. It had been so long that we all began to assume the worst. But, it is fortunate that you were in safe hands the entire time after all, hm?”

The blonde king held a strange look on his face that Arthur did not like very much. He looked like he knew something but was holding back, whatever it was.

“It is very fortunate. I was lucky to be under Arthur’s care.” Alfred spoke up, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the other man with a silent dare to question him.

“Ah, as I said. Safe hands.” The Diamond chuckled, lifting a glass of wine he plucked from a waiter’s tray and raising it to the couple before him. “Not many of us marked find happiness with their chosen half. It is a game of wars and lying that we play, there is not much room left over for love between the likes of us.”

That was true. Most kings and queens did not care for one another, tolerant of the other more often than not and friends at the best of times. If he remembered correctly, the Prince of Hearts found his to-be queen more of a platonic companion than anything. And while that was fine for him, it wasn’t what Alfred wanted for himself. It had been a true fear of Alfred's entire life. He wanted an actual relationship with his betrothed, not just a political one.

He had found that with Arthur.

“But,” The young king began again before either of them could reply. “It is nice when it happens. I wish you two the best of luck, you are a rare exception indeed.”

Francis smiled from behind his glass before taking his leave, walking towards a group of well dressed noblewomen with flirtation on his lips.

“Diamonds always were strange.” Arthur muttered, twisting his body so he was standing in front of the taller man now.

“You would think it was the Hearts that were so sappy.” Alfred offered, earning him a small chuckle from the shorter male as he wrapped his wine-free arm around his slight waist. Their bodies pressed together without hesitation.

“Do you believe what he says?” The Brit murmured softly, his lips grazing the soft skin of the other’s neck. “About us?”

“You mean that we are a rare exception? I mean, yeah...kind of. We are, aren’t we?” Came the prince’s soft reply, pressing his own lips into that pale hair. “I love you, more than anything. I can feel it in every part of me. Every time I look at you, I am overwhelmed with just how much I adore you.”

He grinned a cheesy smile against the other’s scalp, feeling the way the smaller body warmed up against him.

“So you say.” Arthur replied after a moment, pulling his face away and looking up at his betrothed with a questioning look.

Alfred just laughed, the sound ringing out into the space around them and lighting up the room in an instant. Several people turned and looked, only to be greeted by the sight of their prince staring warmly down at the man before him.

“It’s true, and I’ll keep telling you every day if I have to. I really do love you, sweetheart.” He grinned down at him knowingly, easily picking up on the light dusting of pink that tinted his queen’s face.

Arthur looked to the side, feigning interest in the dancers on the floor spinning in circles, as he sipped his wine.

“I could do for another dance.” The pirate said quietly, but that was all that was needed since they were pressed so intimately close.

“Whatever you want, honey. I’ll give you anything in the world.” The royal laughed again, softer this time, before he finished off his glass and beckoned a butler over to relieve them of the cups. With that out of the way, his newly freed hand intertwined with the slender fingers of Arthur’s as he pulled him back towards the dance floor.

Once more, eyes were on them.

It was almost normal now, all things considered. How each curious glance pointed their way, laced with fake acceptance. Arthur was beginning to almost revel in the disapproving stares.

Let them look.

Let them see how he was twirled around and dipped, kissed mercilessly upon his cheeks and neck as laughter fluttered from his chest.

Let them see how Alfred looked at him, and only him, proving the golden boy of The Spade’s Kingdom was all his.

Let them watch as their arms tightened as they grew closer and whispered together like young kids sneaking out together into the night.

It was scandalous. It was exciting. It was everything Arthur yearned for.

They twirled their way around the dance floor until the ball began to disperse, guests filing out slowly but surely as the night grew later. Some guests lingered, drinking one too many glasses of wine or attempting to coerce a fellow partier to be their bed mate for the evening.

Alfred and Arthur, however, stayed pressed close. The closer they got to the inevitable end of the ball, the sooner they would be separated. If they just danced a little more, drank and laughed just a bit longer, maybe the party would go on.

“I don’t want them to take you.” The prince whispered against his queen’s lips, his large hands enveloping his pale face on either side. “When I think of you all alone, chained up…gods I want to kill them.”

Arthur leaned his head slightly into one of the hands planted gently on the sides of his face, closing his eyes for a moment just to enjoy the feeling. “Who?” He asked quietly.

“Anyone who hurts you.”

A small chuckle rumbled out of the Brit and he opened his eyes again. Green blinked up to meet blue, silent for a few moments until a third voice broke the peace.

“Your Majesty and your Grace.” Blinking and looking to their side, both blondes were shocked to find the Prince of Hearts standing near them. “I wanted to introduce myself to the future queen, as I did not have the chance earlier. I am Ludwig, I hope we have a good relationship in the future between our countries.” He stated and it sounded so rehearsed it almost hurt to listen to. Still, he sounded sincere, in his own way.

“Oh hey, Lud. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. It’s been what? A couple years or more, at least?” Alfred chimed, a sunny grin growing on his features. “How have you been?”

For a moment, the stern look on the pale, blonde’s face softened a bit. “I have been well, thank you, Alfred. I am glad to see you back home safe and with your future queen. Things have not been easy for you, I know.”

The two continued to talk remarkably casually for two rival kingdom heirs, but Arthur hardly listened to a word they said. Instead, his gaze was hard and unyielding as he kept it on the young Heart.

It took a while for either of the two taller males to take notice of the odd silence, but when Alfred prompted for Arthur’s input on a funny joke he had just made and received no answer, he glanced down to find his lover stiff and peering darkly.

“Artie? Baby? What’s wrong?” Alfred asked, tightening an arm around his waist to pull the lithe body closer.

Still no answer, but now Ludwig’s attention was focused on the other man whose look was unwavering towards him. There was an unreadable expression in his eyes that Ludwig had been trained all his life to avoid.

“Your Grace,” Ludwig started slowly, eyes watching carefully. “Is something the matter?”

There was no reply for a moment, just blues on green, until Arthur opened his mouth without moving anything else.

“How could you?” His voice was surprisingly soft, a mere whisper between his lips. But his eyes hardened deeper and his face contorted into an angry sneer.

“What?” Ludwig blinked, confused.

Alfred’s arm tightened again, protective in its brace as he leaned slightly forward and towards the smaller man to look him in the face. “Huh? Artie doll, I think you’re confused. What do you think Lud did? He just got here.”

His concern was lost upon deaf ears, however.

“How could you?” He repeated, twisting his way out of Alfred’s arms so he could storm the short distance to the foreign leader with malice clearly written on his features. He only stopped when he was right in his face, scowling at him. He threw his hands in the air as if his question were obvious. “Just because of what he is! He is still your brother!” He yelled, shocking everyone left in the ballroom, including Alfred and Ludwig.

“My brother? What do you know of my brother?” The Heart Prince reached out and latched roughly onto Arthur’s upper arms, gripping him in such a vice it caused him to twist slightly to ease the pain. “If you know something then tell me!”

“Ludwig, let him go!” Alfred was by them in an instant, pushing between two colliding planets as he pulled them apart. He pried the foreigner’s hands off of his fiance and sandwiched himself between them, glaring daggers at the other man. “Hands off, Lud.” He growled, the warning clear in his voice.

By now, the commotion had stirred up the curiosity in the room. Every face was turned towards them, some excited to see the events take place between such high ranking individuals, others afraid for the aftermath of what could come from such an ordeal.

Not that they cared, the only eyes that mattered were the narrowed ones of the king as he stood up from his seat.

“Guards.” He spoke gruffly, motioning towards the three. “Seize the future queen and take him back to his room. Everyone else, out.” He ordered, watching as the armored men moved across the hall to do just that. The remaining guests did not need to be told twice and were bustling to get out of the room and away from the scene.

“Wait! It was just a misunderstanding, we can talk this through.” Alfred bellowed, instantly circling around to pull Arthur against his chest to shield him from the oncoming soldiers. “I’m not letting you take him there again, he doesn’t deserve it!”

He missed the confused and worried expression that crossed Ludwig’s face at that. What did that mean? More importantly, what had Arthur meant?

“Now, now, son. We’ve been through this.” The King said, his voice feigned innocence, but the venom dripped from each syllable. “I have been through this with your…beloved as well. He knows the consequences of his actions. It is such a shame, causing a ruckus in front of a crowd like that? What will your poor brother think knowing you caused him so much pain for something so trivial?”

Without hesitation, Arthur stiffened in Alfred’s arms. He had forgotten....how could he have forgotten? He let himself slip, he had told himself he wouldn't make a mistake. That he could do this right, for his brother! But his tongue was too ready to slice through egos and his hands too poised to strangle stuck up throats. He had let Peter down.

“Please, please, no, I’m sorry.” The Brit’s knees felt weak and he might have fallen down and begged for forgiveness, had Alfred not been holding him up so tightly. “Please, I can be better. I will be better. Just don’t hurt him!”

The arms around him pulled him ever closer and a warm breath fell onto his neck. He could hear the prince’s nervous breathing against the shell of his ear. His pleading must be hard for him to listen to.

“My, it’s too late for that, isn't it? You were told what would happen and yet you still acted out of line.” The elder royal’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Escort both the future queen and the prince to their rooms using any means necessary. Take Prince Ludwig back to the guest quarters, ensure he is treated with the utmost respect.”

With that, the guards advanced once more, but this time there were more than even Alfred could fight off alone. Arthur hung loosely, visibly devastated, in one arm as the other fought uselessly to keep the numbers off them.

The pirate hadn’t even put up a fight. Why should he? He would only make things worse for his brother if he did. He allowed the guards to drag him away, listening numbly to Alfred’s shouts growing dimmer and dimmer as they were forced apart once more.

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solllaris · 5 years

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dating draco malfoy would include...

summary: a compiled list of headcanons that one might experience if they were to date draco malfoy.

warnings: major fluff that might cause chest pain & like one sex innuendo?

a/n - i just noticed that i didn’t have one of these for draco. what have i been doing with my life?

His rings are your obsession.

↳ You could be in class or he'd be studying for a test and you'd take his hand, twirling and twisting the ring on his index finger. On occasion you would slip them off and try them on your own fingers, but they are obviously much too big; seeing a piece of him on you drives Draco mad and he eventually charms one of his rings to fit you -- his subtle way of showing you off as his girl. You wear his ring on the daily, glancing down at it often, and it always elicits a soft rosy pink to creep onto your cheeks.

Draco spoiling you rotten.

↳ This man treats you like a queen. You never ask for anything from him, only casually pointing out things you like as you two are strolling through a store. You don’t do it with the intention for Draco to actually buy it for you -- it’s literally just harmless window shopping; however, Draco takes it upon himself to treat you to the things you like. He’s constantly surprising you with gifts and smiling like a lovesick puppy as he watches you open them and you’re unable to contain your excitement at what you’ve received. Draco has no regrets because if he gets to see that smile of yours then he’s a very happy man.

You’re his main source of happiness - especially once he becomes a Death Eater.

↳ A thing that you do quite often is kiss his Dark Mark. You are aware of how ashamed he is of that tattoo marring his porcelain skin and although you’re very unhappy with his decision, you never want Draco to feel unworthy or lesser in any shape or form. You catch him absentmindedly rubbing the tattoo through the fabric of his shirt multiple times a day and without fail, you take his arm and pepper kisses over it. It’s such a simple action to anyone else, but to Draco it means everything; he’d never admit it but it always causes his eyes to sting and rim with red -- an overflowing of unadulterated emotion for you.

[ If you’re not a Slytherin ] You sporting Slytherin colors at Quidditch matches; unless your house is rivaling his, of course.

↳ The two of you are the most competitive couple on the planet. If your house is playing against his then you bet your bottom dollar there will be bets placed and so much teasing + smack talk. If your house won, Draco would owe you foot and back rubs for a month and if his won he’d demand your attention whenever he wanted it and you’d be obliged to give it to him 100%. (We all know Draco is a needy, dramatic boy.)

Him showing off during every match.

When he catches the snitch, he always points your way in the crowd and the beaming, prideful grin he wears sends your heart stuttering in your chest every single time.

[ If you’re a Hufflepuff ] Spending a majority of time together in the kitchens near your common room.

↳ You’re well aware of Draco’s aristocratic upbringing and his view on house elves, so being in the kitchens surrounded by bustling elves is rocky at first -- as you expected. With time you show Draco that the house elves are truly kind and considerate creatures with the purest of hearts and that they are not only good for being bossed around or beaten when they make the tiniest of mistakes. Spending so much time around the elves gives Draco the chance to witness your nurturing side also; he adores watching you communicate and handle them with such impeccable care. You truly are his better half.

Begging him to let you paint his nails.

↳ Begging is an understatement, really; the idea popped into your head as you were painting your own nails and noticed Draco watching you, a tender grin on his lips that he attempted to conceal with his hand over his mouth. Flushing red, you instantly distracted yourself from the knowledge of him watching you paint all ten of your nails by asking him a simple question: “Instead of being a creep, why don’t you let me paint your nails?” Draco’s reply was a incredulous snigger, a raise of his brow, and an immediate, firm ‘n-o.’ You, however, never let the first ‘no’ or any of the subsequent ones defer you from your goal which was to paint his nails. Eventually on the approximate ten thousandth time you asked with puppy dog eyes that rivaled any baby pup, Draco finally conceded and you painted his nails; his two conditions were a) to never speak of it to anyone and b) at least paint them a manly color.

Having debates about trivial subjects and fighting for the last word, obviously.

Butting heads a lot.

↳ With Draco’s stiff, unwavering upbringing and his stubborn streak, you two would definitely fight but not a copious amount. The arguments usually get fairly loud, hurling statements at one another that neither side truly means; the fights almost always result in a period of cooling off, going your separate ways before coming back together as one to reconcile. The number one rule established when a fight is brewed is to never go to sleep angry without talking and kissing it out. Honestly, it’s usually Draco that seeks you out first to hold you against him tightly, burrowing his nose into your hair, and completely melting into you with murmured apologies that you always reciprocate.

Draco writing songs for you on the piano.

↳ Draco Lucius Malfoy would 100% know how to play piano — and very well at that. At Malfoy Manor he could easily spend hours sitting in front of those black and white keys that have been well loved and noticeably worn from use. You’d sit beside him on the velvet bench and just admire the way his long, slender fingers dance along the keys so smoothly, how he’d close his eyes and never once miss a note because he’s that familiar with the instrument he’s playing. But one day when Draco bashfully guides you to the piano and you see the music sheet of scribbled notes and the title — “For my angel” — scrawled at the top, you completely break down in tears. And every time after the first that he plays your song, he cups your cheeks and says, “I love you my sweet.”

SHY DRACO.

↳ Although Draco is typically a pretty confident guy, especially with his affections towards you, he still has his bouts of shyness. It’ll happen when he’s simply studying or busying himself with some kind of task and you’ll kiss his cheek lovingly and murmur praises for your “handsome boy.” Draco secretly relishes in you addressing him as “your handsome boy” and the small affirmation never fails to dust the tops of his cheekbones in a pale shade of pink.

Playing hide-and-seek in the Malfoy Manor.

↳ His childhood home is so huge that playing a childish game of hide-and-seek is all the more thrilling — at least on your end. Draco isn’t very fond of playing such a game but when he hears your musical laughter as he chases you through the long corridors, it makes it worth it in every way. And when he catches you — because he nearly always does — he feels a great contentment warm his chest as your body vibrates from the belly laughs you’re producing. Draco squeezes you tightly, hiding a wide grin as he burrows his nose into your neck, and he swears he’d play hide-and-seek for a lifetime just to hear you laugh like that forever.

Draco teaching you how to play piano.

Wearing his Quidditch jersey.

↳ If you wanted to drive Draco absolutely mad, you’d slip on his jersey as a dress or simply tie it up with some skinny jeans. It definitely inflated his ego a little bit to see you flounce around in his emerald jersey; watching you represent a piece of him — his surname printed along the back of the fabric — made Draco’s heart squeeze tightly in his chest. On the opposite end of the spectrum, that damn jersey pulls out a possessive, animalistic nature from the pit of his belly; sometimes he just can’t resist curling his long fingers through the hair at the back of your head and slotting his lips with yours. The hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair would grip your neck, the tips of his fingers resting along your jawline and pulse point. Let’s just say that those kisses left your cheeks burning and your heart stumbling in your chest — and that you made sure to keep his Quidditch jersey handy for future occasions.

Convincing him to fight against Voldemort in the war.

Getting married young after the war at Hogwarts.

↳ The wedding would be small and intimate — only having immediate family and a couple close friends in attendance. The ceremony is tender and sweet; Draco tears up as soon as he sees you at the opposite end of the aisle and he would press his fingers to his eyes to keep the waterworks at bay. It wouldn’t work. This man would be a mess during not only the ceremony and as he speaks his touching vows to you, but also in the reception when the two of you have your first dance as husband and wife. As Draco dances with you, tears trickling onto your own neck and dress, he’d continuously murmur things like: “I don’t deserve you, my sweet” or “Can’t believe you’re my wife.” Everyone watching would say that the two of you were a match made in heaven; anyone with vision could see that in perfect clarity.

Being unstoppable partners in crime through marriage.

Being married for a couple years before finding out you’re expecting a baby Malfoy.

↳ Your heart would be pounding as you tore open the box containing one of those fancy digital pregnancy tests, your hands shaking so violently that the task was next to impossible. The three minute waiting period after taking the test would be absolute torture; you’d be bouncing your legs, never tearing your eyes away from the blinking dots before the result reveals itself on the tiny screen: pregnant. And so the planning would commence — how to tell your husband Draco — and of course, he would shed just a few tears.

Living a happy life with your little family of three...

Then four...

& completing the family at five.

posted on: january 6th, 2019.

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painted-cherries · 5 years

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my first: kiss

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader, mark lee x reader

genre: fluff

prompt: Na Jaemin is throwing the yearly end of the summer party and everyone on the block who knows him will be there. High school is merely a week away and y/n is hoping she can kiss her crush of one year before she’s finally a freshman.

a/n: This is officially my first series! It’s small and a good start. If it flops that’s okay, I’m just excited to finally get this idea out of my head and into words. its of course branched from dream’s song ‘my first and last’

other parts:

my first: kiss, date, love

The first boy y/n ever kissed was the summer of her eighth grade year. It was with the out spoken, floppy haired boy from down the block from her house. She didn’t plan for it to happen, in fact she had always imagined that her first kiss wold be more romantic. That maybe there would be something like a movie; maybe the cute boy Renjun- whose mother attended the same book club as y/n’s mother at that annoying girl Sooyeon’s house- would ask her if she would like to buy ice cream while the two of them waited for the club to end. And that it would be something along the lines of a cliche, where he would walk with her around the block and lead her back to her home before her father returned from his office job, and her mother came home with not a page read from her book and the smell of wine still evident on her lips. Renjun would stand on the front step of her typical suburban home and place a delicate first kiss among her lips, and then sprint home with the taste of her peach lipgloss on his own lip.

Instead she had her first kiss with Lee Donghyuck, sometimes called Haechan. The boy with two names was never someone she had pictured sharing a kiss with. She even imagined the shy Lee Jeno from the neighborhood over before ever considering Hyuck. He was borderline obnoxious; he was outspoken and his jokes were only funny to himself and his little band of friends; he looked cute but had nothing good to say; he had a charming smile and was definitely not a kiss she grew up regretting. He lived just a few homes down, and as they grew throughout the entirety of elementary school and early middle together, they became close. Haechan began to walk with her to school and back; it became a norm, nothing special but always a 10 minutes that they enjoyed.

It occurred through an inconvenience, on one of the most important days of the year for anyone who lived in y/n’s neighborhood. Everyone on the street, and then some, was buzzing about the yearly party that Na Jaemin threw just before school would be back in session. This year however, it was more of a big deal since everyone was finally making it into high school. Y/n wasn’t even planning to go this year since every party was the same, and she knew her crush Mark Lee wouldn't be there, he said he couldn’t come to the parties anymore until “everyone else was at least going into sophomore year because he didn’t want to go to a middle school party”. She rolled her eyes at the memory of his words from just last week when he had been hanging out with her and Hyuck at the movies.

“Y/n please will you come with me to the party,” Donghyuck’s voice broke her train of thought. She threw a pillow at him for the third time that evening.

“Hyuck, I would love nothing more than to watch you and Jeno see who can eat the most pizza in ten minutes, but don’t you think the parties are still too childish?” She scrunched her nose up in remembrance of last year when Jeno almost threw up pepperoni pizza all over Jaemin’s backyard porch.

Donghyuck stuck his tongue out at her. “Just because Mark won’t be there this year doesn’t mean you can’t come have fun with your best friends.”

Y/n smacked his arm and Donghyuck let out a small groan.

“It’s not just because Mark won’t be there. I-It’s just because-”

“Oh come on y/n, we all know how big your crush on Mark is. I’m surprised he doesn’t know, but then again he is kind of an airhead.”

A second pillow came flying from the bed and toward Hyuck once more.

“He’s not an airhead! He’s very smart... maybe a little obvious, but still cute...”

Hyuck made a pretend puking sound and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, that’s besides the point! You should come to the party anyways, life isn’t going to wait around, and you shouldn’t wait around for Mark if he thinks he’s too mature for us even though he still hangs out with us every Friday.”

She sat there and considered it for a moment before finally deciding that Hyuck was right, like he usually was.

“Fine we can go, but you better not throw up anywhere near me this year.”

Hyuck beamed at her. “As long as you’ll hold my hair for me”, he responded in a mocking tone

The Na family’s home was filled to the brim with every new freshman in the neighborhood, give or take a few extra kids. If the parties from prior years seemed crazy, this year was absolutely insane. High school was a looming topic of excitement from the moment these kids started middle school. The years of their lives where nothing mattered and yet everything you did would either be praised or scrutinized under the watchful gaze of their peers.The party was in full swing, the Mountain Dew being spilled all over the porch just like every year and Hyuck laid with his head in Y/n’s lap after winning the pizza contest against Lee Jeno from up the street.

“Oh woe is me and my dear, crippled stomach.”

“Hyuck you literally do this every year,” y/n responded, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “You and Jeno are going to go into a pizza coma one day.”

“As long as you wait for me on the other side while I dream about pepperoni in my coma”, Hyuck grinned.

She rolled her eyes, tossing yet another one of his flirtatious remarks over her shoulder. It wasn’t an unusual thing for them, comments like his just fell from his lips naturally all the time and neither one of them ever bat an eye at it. The two of them sat their peacefully talking about the upcoming week, the first week of their high school careers. The rest of the party was beginning to slow down a bit, now that the pizza was finished off and no one dared to tell Jeno that the low-fi music blasting through the yard speakers was not the mood they were looking for.

Mid-conversation, a voice rang out and tore through the center of what they were talking about.

“What are you kids up to? Has Donghyuck thrown up yet?”

Y/n recognized the voice instantly and shoved Hyuck off her lap, and he landed in the grass with a hollow thud. He let out a soft grown, but y/n was too preoccupied by looking around for Mark Lee, who she had definitely not planned to see tonight. If she had, she definitely wouldn’t be letting Hyuck sweat pepperoni all over her, and she would have worn the cute new blue blouse that her mother had just bought for her rather than her middle school graduation t-shirt and Hyuck’s worn down Adidas hoodie.

Mark was standing at the glass door located at the back of Jaemin’s house, there with him stood one of his new friends that he had met during his freshman year through baseball, Wong Yukhei. Yukhei was tall but not at all lanky, he had a strong build, and it was funny to see him and Mark walk down the hall together because of their fair height difference. Mark is always insisting that he hasn’t peaked yet; that he still has time to get taller. Yukhei being Mark’ sbest friend since the start of his high school career is one reason Y/n is so sure that Mark hasn’t outgrown their little group yet, because Yukhei lit up every time he came to hang out, trailing behind Mark. He found the group to be very fun, sharing the same sense of humor and some similar interests.

Mark walked into the middle of the party, throwing out hellos and high fives to everyone in greeting. Y/n was now standing up, Hyuck behind her like a lost puppy, when Mark walked past her and gave her a small smile. She felt a soft burn on her cheeks, and turned away to avoid Mark’s notice of her blush. A faux vomiting sound emitted from Huck behind her when he noticed her shy demeanor, followed by a groan after she had flicked him in the centre of his forehead.

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Further into the night, the party had died down a bit and eventually made its way into the welcoming living room of the Na family home. Everyone had always thought they were so lucky to have Jaemin, first for his loyalty and caring personality, second for his large home which was perfect for hosting parties no matter the day or time, and third for the part of his personality that conveniently loved to be the host of every ordeal. The home was a beautiful, and not to forget huge, three story estate. Jaemin’s parent’s bedroom was located on the second floor but in another corner of the home meaning that they were hardly ever bothered by the amount of noise that was expected from any high school party.

Mark Lee was sitting in the middle of the couch, Yukhei to his right and Y/n on the left. It was difficult to spend any time with Mark anymore, with him being occupied with travel baseball and hanging out with his older high school buddies. Y/n was going to take the small opportunities she could get , and maybe Mark would see how much more mature she was than the rest of their friends.

“Well guys this party is starting to... bore me. I think I’m going to head out,” Mark spoke up.

Suddenly Sana from the other side of the neighborhood spoke up.

“Wait! I thought since we’ll be in high school next week... maybe we should play a high school game...”

Hyuck rolled his eyes at her. “Oh is a pizza eating contest not a mature enough game for us to play, Sana?”

Her face turned a light red as she used her elbow to jab him in the ribs. Sana was always a very shy girl. Every once in a while she would throw in a comment or suggestion but many of the groups decisions was made without her. She was passive and didn’t like to expose much of her own personality. Y/n had guessed that it was because she had one of the biggest crushes on Lee Jeno. He was a sweet boy, and has one of the most precious smiles that y/n had ever seen. He was very easy to get along with and was Jaemin's closest friend out of the whole group. Y/n almost felt bad for Sana because everyone knew the Jeno had been crazy for then same girl since the middle of seventh grade, and still has yet to ask her out, but the guys knew who it was and could only tell y/n that it was definitely not Sana but couldn’t say who it was specifically. Yet Sana knows that he doesn’t feel the same and still trails beside him at parties like a sad puppy waiting to have the tennis ball thrown for her.

“I thought that maybe we could play seven minutes in heaven.. just so we have our first kiss before high school..?”

Sana was making a risky suggestion, and there was a mixed reaction among everyone that had heard what she mumbled. Jeno’s features were calm, but everyone knew that her end goal was to end up in the closet with him and so did he.

“Sure why not? Unless you’re all too scared...” said Mark, ever the typical teenage boy anymore.

That was how the ten of them ended up on the floor of the living room, seated in a large circle. There was an empty Diet Coke bottle in the center of everyone that Jaemin found abandoned on on the kitchen counter. Anxiousness was settled over all the kids like a thick blanket, and y/n was sitting cross legged nervously playing with her hands. Hyuck sat next to her, seemingly calm despite the fact that he had also never kissed anyone and wasn't really planning on having his first kiss tonight behind the old wooden door of Jaemin’s family’s coat closet.

Mark clasped his hands together and said,” Okay, it’s simple. Spin the bottle and whoever it points at after the spin will be the lucky person you’ll be in the closet with. We’ll go clockwise”

Yukhei was the first person to spin, happily landing on Seulgi. The time that was wasted as they waited in the closet was awkward. It was filled with unwanted small talk and tentative glances towards the closet door that was located at the end of the hall, adjacent to the front door of the home. Everyone tried their best to have fun and not think about whether not Yuhkei and Seulgi were actually even doing anything besides talking behind the closed door. Hyuck tried to make the atmosphere more humorous by cracking terrible jokes that made most everyone groan, but specifically made y/n giggle and snort more than she would like to admit.

When they emerged, Seulgi was red in the face and hurried out. She reclaimed her seat next to Sana in a rush, before Yukhei had even shut the closet door. The grin on his face was smug, but not to obnoxious. It was clear that it wasn’t his first kiss, especially with a face like that.

As time passed there had been as least four more spins, each pair making their way to the closet. There were till only a few more people who needed to spin, and some people even had to go more than once; poor Sana had to kiss two boys and neither of them being Jeno. It was tragically y/n’s turn, and she couldn’t keep the light feeling from evading her head space.

“Okay Y/n, are you ready to spin the bottle?” Mark said, the small glance and lip bite he made in her direction going unnoticed.

She tentatively put her fingertips on the body of the bottle, the glass cool against her skin. She closed her eyes and flicked her wrist to send the bottle spinning between the group. When she re-opened them her heart stopped beating to find that the top of the bottle had finished spinning and was now pointing directly at none other than Mark Lee. The tips of his ears were visibly red, and he sent her a small smirk.

Suddenly Y/N was behind the heavy wooden door, trying to get rid of the clammy feeling on her hands as she waited for Mark to come in. Her heart was beating right out of her chest, and she turned away from the door attempting to take her mind off of what was to come. Will she be a good kisser? Does Mark even want to kiss her? Will this make her crush on him more evident?

Soon the heavy door opened with a subtle creak in the door frame, and she felt the slight breeze of the door fan her face. To her surprise, the panicked face in front of her belonged to not Mark, but Hyuck. She was prepared to swat as him when he he raised his arms in self defense.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t swing at me!”

“Donghyuck you better have a good explanation for this,” she said sternly.

“Y/n.... I, uh... I asked Mark if I could trade with him! I couldn’t let him be your first kiss!”

She let out a groan, “Hyuck why! You know how I feel about Mark.”

He let at an awkward chuckle and spoke hurriedly, ”Yeah but we’re best friends! That’ll make it more special than if something goes wrong with Mark.. you won’t regret your first kiss with me!”

y/n was quiet now as she listened to Hyuck ramble on, her eyes fixated on the floor.

“Mark... left didn’t he? Because I’m just a freshman,” she asked her best friend. “Isn’t thtat right Hyuck? Because I’m still a child to him.”

It was now Donghyuck’s turn to look away from her, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes.

“y/n,” he began, when he was suddenly cut off by the feeling of her soft, delicate lips on his. The kiss was chaste, but enough that he could taste the fruity lipgloss that she was always wasting time applying.

When she stepped back she saw how wide his eyes had grown, even in the dimly lit closet. She gave him a small smile.

“Thank you, Donghyuck,” she whispered. “Walk me home?”

Hyuck was still processing the fact that he had also just received his first kiss as y/n took him by the hand and opened the closet door. The pair walked through the open foyer that would allow them to avoid the living room that the game had taken place and took them directly to the front door where they collected their belongings.

The night ended just like any other night, playful bickering and a promise of walking together for the first of their freshman year.After y/n had said her good night to Hyuck he couldn’t help but allow his fingertips ghost over the spot on his arms that her hand had held onto during the walk home, warmth still blooming where her delicate fingers had been. He walked home with a goofy smile plastered on his face, content that his first kiss was shared with the first girl he’s ever loved.

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kpopfanficsforthesoul · 5 years

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Brighter Than Jewels- Tiffany (SNSD)

Anonymous said: Please write something fluffy with Tiffany! please~~

Prompt: In preparation for the holidays, and as a break from recording her Winter album, your girlfriend Tiffany decided to bake some Christmas cookies for your neighbors, begging you to help her. Little did she know that you had an early Christmas present to surprise her with for working so hard.

Genre: Christmas!au, Fluff

Pairing: Tiffany x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello my darling anon! I decided to make this a Christmasy themed scenario since I’ve really been in a holiday mood for some reason (even though it’s April?) But oh well, please enjoy!

You laid on your stomach on the bed, kicking your legs back and forth with a cozy plaid blanket draped over your back. You flipped though the pages of the novel you were reading, taking sips of your hot chocolate between paragraphs. The heaters were clinking and clanging about, knocking on death’s door as they gave their all to pump heat through your tiny apartment. The fairy lights hung above your bed radiated a golden glow across the walls, putting a small smile on your face as you crunched on a stick of peppermint. Christmas was only two weeks away, and no one was more impatient than you. Well, except for your girlfriend, Tiffany.

“Honey!” you heard her cheer as she waddled into the shared bedroom. You glanced up from your book, breaking out into a giggle as you took in her appearance. She had her long blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail, wearing a cute red apron with lace details over her plaid black skirt and fuzzy white sweater. She was wearing fuzzy socks with cute little reindeer on them, her painted red lips turned up in a big, pearly white grin.

“Yes my love?” you beamed, clapping the covers of your book together.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to disturb you...” she said, her tiny body waddling over to plop down next to you. She fluffed out the skirt of her apron and ran her fingers, which were painted with little snowflakes on them, through her ponytail. She gestured to your story. “Is this for a class?”

“No baby, it’s just A Christmas Carol.” you informed her, rolling over to sit up and face her. You put a small kiss on her cheek before resting your head on her shoulder. “It always puts me in the mood for the holidays. Which I assume you came in here to talk about?”

Your girlfriend gave you a charming eye smile, lacing her fingers with yours. “Y/N, you know that Christmas is only fourteen days away. I thought it was time to start baking our Christmas cookies! Would you like to help me?”

“Nothing would make me happier, darling.” you told her, gesturing to her outfit. “I hope you know just how precious you are.”

She blushed, placing her hands on her rosy cheeks for a minute. “Stop it! I’m just very excited for Christmas. It is the most wonderful time of the year you know!” Tiffany leaped up from the bed, grabbing your hands and pulling you into the kitchen. “Come on baby, let’s get started!”

The house was decked from head to toe in decorations that you and Tiffany put up as soon as the first of December hit. Gorgeous red poinsettias stood lushly in crystal vases, the evergreen tree stood tall, graced with bulbs and other ornaments of gold and silver. Hollies hung gracefully above the two red stockings you two hung over the fireplace, which was giving a warmth to the whole room. Christmas songs were playing on the radio as you strolled into the kitchen.

“Shall we get started?” Tiffany giggled, clapping her hands together and running to the pantry. She excitedly took out bags of flour and sugar, passing them to you. You got out a bowl and began the measurements, having done this sort of thing before. Tiffany cheerfully danced around the room for a bit, in a holiday haze.

“You’re putting in too much salt!” she scolded, pointing at you with a smile as she stirred together a bowl of home made frosting. She pointed a finger at you, her large brown eyes turned up into her little eye smile.

You scoffed as you dumped some vanilla into the bowl. “Who died and made you the baking queen?”

“Honey, I am the queen of everything.” she snapped back with a confident smirk, flipping her hair over her shoulder. You bit your lip in an effort to contain the laugh for what you were plotting. As Tiffany turned her back to grab some food coloring, you reached into the bag and grabbed a fist full of flour, throwing it into her face once she whipped her head back around.

“Why you little...” she whined, brushing the dust off her face and fighting off a smile. “That secures your place on the naughty list this year! I hope you realize the consequences of your actions!”

“Oh yeah?” you began, putting your hands on your hips. You looked at her with a quizzical brow. “I don’t think Santa will be looking down on me this year.”

“And what makes you think that Y/N?” the blonde girl chided in response, looking over her shoulder at you for a moment as she frosted a cut out in the shape of a reindeer.

“You’ll find out soon enough darling.” you told her, smirking at the knowledge that you were leaving your girlfriend in suspense until the end of the night. You chuckled as a silent victory as you heard her scoff in an effort to pretend like she didn’t care.

“I won’t be fooled by your cryptic one liners love. You know it’s not polite to keep secrets, right?” she whined, avoiding look at you as she carefully placed some sprinkles on a Christmas tree cut out.

You giggled, coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her thin waist. You buried your nose in her neck, getting a whiff of her perfume which was an intoxicating vanilla scent. “I’m terribly sorry my dear, but you’ll have to wait to see what I’m talking about.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what trick you have up your sleeve Y/N. Always scheming up something!” she playfully scolded, dipping her finger in a bowl of green frosting and putting some on your cheek. “But you’re an awful assistant chef. Get your cute butt back to work!”

You snorted, planting a quick a kiss on her neck before taking a tray of cookies out of the oven. “Who says I’m the assistant chef?”

It was around ten, and you and Tiffany had been finished with your baking adventure for a couple hours now. You were now cuddled up on your couch, a fuzzy white blanket draped over you both as Tiffany laid on top of you, her head resting peacefully on your chest as you ran your fingers through her long hair. Your cookies placed in cute little red tins and wrapped up with sparkly green ribbons to give to your friends, you both decided to clean up. After a jump in the shower, you were now snuggled up in pajamas and watching A Christmas Story, Tiffany’s favorite.

“If my aunt ever gave me a bunny suit like that, I would’ve ran away.” she giggled, pointing at the television when that scene came on.

“I love your aunt.” you giggled, holding her closer as she nuzzled into your neck.

She perked her head up, locking eyes with you and grabbing your hands. “Well I love you, Y/N.”

“Awh, baby...” you smiled, pressing your lips against hers in a slow, sweet kiss. “I love you too.”

“Well, since you love me so much...” your girlfriend began, getting that hopeful glimmer in her eyes. She propped her elbows up on your chest, resting her head in her hands as she gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

“What do you want Princess Hwang?” you joked, throwing the nickname you had given her at her.

“Can you tell me what you were talking about earlier?” she asked, patting your shoulder excitedly. “What’s this big thing that’ll make up for you throwing flour in my face?”

“Well, my love...” you told her, starting to sit up. She got off of you, folding her hands in her lap in anticipation of your explanation. “I suppose you’ve been patient enough, I’ll tell you. I’ve been thinking... you’ve been working so hard on the Christmas album...” you laced your fingers with hers, her hand feeling warm and soft. She looked at you with an expecting gaze, a small smile as she listened to you. “I thought I should give you a little early Christmas present.”

“An early present?” she repeated, her eyes widening in excitement. “Y/N, you’re way too sweet to me... you really don’t have to. The album was no big deal.”

“Don’t even begin to sell yourself short, Tiffany!” you scolded, pointing a loving finger in her face. “You’ve worked day and night writing and recording those songs. And they’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, honey...” she beamed with a humble smile, putting a small kiss on your hand. You loved when she called you honey. It made you feel like you were already married. “But what is this present?”

You put your index finger in front of your face, telling her to wait a minute as you bent down to reach under the couch. You pulled out the box which you had wrapped up in a pretty pink floral paper, and tied with a lacy ribbon. Tiffany’s mouth dropped open in a smile as soon as she saw the box.

“It’s wrapped so beautifully!” she told you, putting a hand on your knee. You knew Tiffany would like anything pink.

“What’s inside is even more beautiful.” you giggled, pulling her onto your lap. You put a kiss on your forehead and rubbed your hand along her thigh. “Open it, love.”

With a happy smile, she tore open the paper to see a red box. She unhooked the clasp, revealing a glittery crystal necklace with a big snowflake in the middle. She placed her pale hand over her mouth in a gasp. “Oh Y/N...” she turned to you, her eyes wrinkled up in a huge smile. “Oh Y/N, it’s so beautiful! I love it!” She threw her arms around your neck in a hug, giving you several kisses on your cheek. She pulled back and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, putting her hands along your jaw and looking into your eyes. “Thank you so much, darling. This means so much to me. You’re so perfect.”

“You’re welcome.” you told her, placing your hands on her waist after she pulled out of the hug. “The necklace is pretty and all, but we all know you outshine every jewel in the world. You’ll always be brighter than jewels Tiffany.”

Tiffany giggled, pulling your face towards hers and giving you a couple slow, deep kisses. She leaned her forehead against yours, her lips still close to your with her hands still holding your face. “Merry Christmas Y/N.”

I hope this was fluffy enough for you anon! This is the first thing I’ve written in quite a while, so I apologize if you can tell how rusty I am. However I enjoyed writing this, and hope you liked reading it! Thank you!

-Marie

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runs-in-the-family · 6 years

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I’m not sure your limits or standards so feel free to tell me no! But what if they were at a party, Steve is really under the influence, so Billy takes him home. He’s all pliant and soft ( and obedient, if you like) and Billy loves it. Bottom Steve preferred. Consensual as much as you need. If this is out of your comfort zone, that is absolutely fine, just thought I’d ask. Thanks! :)

Hi honey. First off, thank you for the prompt. Secondly, and more importantly, I’m sorry for the delay. This took way longer than I expected because it IS way longer than I expected. But I didn’t forget about you and I hope you enjoy it (but DO let me know if we’re unhappy).

It’s dark, for obvious, consent-related reasons, and for Billy being more than a little fucked up in his precious head.

AND TO OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE SENT ME STUFF: Thank you and I am still filling other prompts so if you’ve sent me something, you will get it. Eventually……x

Content warning for dub-con/non-con.

There was a light switch to his left, placed in plain sight for anyone entering the basement, but he chose not to flip it. He didn’t want to advertise his presence. Even shutting the door behind him, blocking out the party’s rowdy buzz, was done with delicacy so that the latch’s “click” wouldn’t draw attention.

Rather than relying on the single, bare light bulb, he let the street lights guide his descent. Their glow broke into the basement through half a dozen high-angled windows and it was more than enough to show him the way. He had the street lights to aid his journey, and he had the low breathing to pinpoint his destination.

At the bottom of the stairs, Billy tipped his head around a support beam and looked into the far corner, to the outskirts of the light’s reach. There was a raggedy couch and there was a body. Even in the half-light, he could just make out the twisted position, face down, right hand dangling over a toppled beer can. The legs were angled into the air by the armrest, as if this somebody had tripped over it, landed on the cushions, and passed out right as they were. Without the sound of strained, heavy breaths programming it to rise and fall, Billy could’ve pegged it for a corpse.

He moved towards the couch and propped himself against a stack of boxes marked “Christmas”. For a while, he just nursed his beer and watched. Though mostly smothered against polyester seat cushions, half the face was turned out towards the open. He took a sip from his can and focused in on the mouth. An almost inordinate amount of alcohol had past those lips since nine p.m. Billy had seen them at work all night, opening up for shots and kegs stands and any bottle that had been placed in front of them. Not ten minutes earlier, he’d seen them wrapped around the mouth of a whiskey bottle, sucking down far more than he’d expected of them.

He liked those lips. There was something biteable about them. And lickable. And punchable.

Ruining that face had been beyond gratifying. He didn’t remember all of it, whatever Max had stuck him with had robbed him of that pleasure, but he remembered enough. A few fragmented images to make him smile when he needed it. Mostly he remembered how it had felt. Being in control. Having this perfect something spread out in front of him and being able to use it how he wanted. That night at Byers’, he’d wanted to ruin it. So he had. He’d broken it, tore it, spoiled it.

And Steve had laid there and let him.

Seeing the aftermath show up to school each day had given him a hint of that same satisfaction. He would watch the colours worsen and the swelling grow and feel beautiful little aftershocks surging through his body knowing that he did that. But, over time, he’d started to worry. The longer it’d taken for his handiwork to heal, the more he’d wondered if maybe he wouldn’t get to see that perfection again. That maybe Steve wouldn’t heal quite right.

Billy dropped his empty into the boxed tinsel and stepped nearer the couch, hovering for a second before slowly dropping to a squat. As he pulled out his cigarettes, his eyes were drawn to a inch of bare skin at the base of Steve’s spine, just visible below a twisted sweater hem. He didn’t often get the chance to be this close. When he did, touching was always out of the question. After a moment’s consideration, he reached down and glided his fingers over the soft hair and pale skin. There was a shudder under the touch that reverberated through his arm.

He wondered how much Steve could feel when he was laid up like this. What reactions he could trigger without him even knowing.

He raised his hand and brushed a finger across Steve’s bottom lip, blood warming when the pressure edged his mouth open a little wider. Billy smiled for half a second before slowly dipping down and skating the tip of his tongue along the same soft patch of pink. He pulled back and watched Steve unconsciously suck his lip into his mouth for a moment. Billy could’ve sworn that the next exhale was closer to a moan.

In the end, Steve had healed just fine. It had taken a while but, eventually, there wasn’t a trace of Billy’s destruction left on him. It had been a relief when he’d realised that there’d be no lasting damage. That the little perfect something was back as it was supposed to be. It meant that when he wanted to ruin it again, it’d be just as satisfying as before.

Billy lit his cigarette and sighed a cloud of smoke.

He didn’t want to ruin this, though. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with this. But there it was, perfection, patiently waiting for him to make up his mind. Waiting to let him do whatever he wanted with it.

“Harrington?” He whispered.

The call set a twitch in Steve’s brow but did little more to rouse him.

Billy leaned a little closer and slowly let out a breath of smoke on Steve’s next inhale. He watched it disappear past his lips and smiled when he heard a choke. Heavy lids cracked open, exposing bloodshot confusion to the dim light.

“Morning, sunshine.” He kept his voice low. “You feeling okay?”

Steve’s eyes fell shut again. His face twisted into a scowl.

“Wh…where’re you doing here?”

Billy chewed on his grin.

“What am I doing here?” He corrected.

“What’re you…my room…”

Billy shook his head and took another drag.

“Not your bedroom, sunshine.” He smiled, gently stroking Steve’s cheek.

The frown softened against his touch.

“Like that?” Billy asked, delighted with himself.

The only answer he got was a sigh, barely audible, but it was enough to sate him. He retracted his hand and relished the look of disappointment that crept onto Steve’s face.

“Alright, let’s check the vital signs. You know who you are?”

Steve’s eyes blinked open for a second before clamping shut again. With a pained moan, he rolled onto his back and let out a huff.

“Steve.” It was little more than a mumble.

“Good boy.” Billy flicked ash into a nearby plant pot. “Got a harder one. You know where you are?”

There were a series of heavy swallows before an answer emerged.

“Party.”

Billy folded his arms across the seat cushion and leaned closer.

“Two for two.” He gushed. “Somebody’s on top of their game.”

A proud smile clipped Steve’s mouth for a moment.

“Okay, what about me?” Billy went on. “You know who am I?”

Steve’s eyes stayed closed. His face barely moved and, for a second, Billy thought that he’d passed out again.

“Harrington?” He whispered it right into his ear.

There was a flutter of lashes. Steve stared up at the ceiling for several seconds, licking his lips and taking a few shallow breaths.

“Billy.”

“Shit.” He mocked bashful excitement. “That sounds so good when you say it.”

Steve’s gaze fell to his, focusing as best they could.

“Really?” He asked, proud smile re-emerging.

Billy nodded and watched a blush sneak across Steve’s cheeks. It was better than the sigh. Almost as good as the shudder.

“Alright, got another one for you.” He took a short drag and cocked a brow. “You handle another one?”

There was a drowsy nod.

“Course you can.” He shot a plume of smoke into the air above them. “So, tell me. If this actually was your bedroom. This actually was your bed. You wake up and I’m there. What do you do?”

What remained of the smile quickly faded.

“What?” Steve muttered, clearly unable to grasp the question.

Billy reached forward and brushed the hair from his eyes. The touch dropped Steve’s lids and prompted a small hum.

“Forget it.” He said. “Come on, get up.”

Billy knew what he wanted to do with this perfect something. As he bore Steve’s weight, walking him up the steps with one hand snuck under his shirt, he figured that he’d made his mind up the second he’d seen Steve stumble down into the basement alone.

Even with one hand glued to the wall and the other fixed to the rail, Steve couldn’t seem to conquer the shake in his legs. He was an unbalanced mess and were it not for Billy’s grip on his waist, he’d have collapsed a dozen times before they’d reached the top of the Harringtons’ staircase.

He’d passed out again two minutes into the drive. Billy had considered pulling over somewhere, figured he could move him to the back seat and save on the gas money. But the idea of Steve’s bed had had a draw to it.

“How d’you…where I live?”

It was the first thing he’d said since they’d left the party. It meant that he didn’t recall Billy fishing around his pockets for five minutes looking for a driver’s license.

“Just looked at your collar.” Billy smiled, keeping as close as possible as he guided Steve past his parent’s room.

The joke didn’t seem to land right away. It took four more staggered steps before the penny dropped and a grin broke out on Steve’s face.

“Collar.” He sniggered, halting just outside his bedroom and twisting towards Billy. “Woof.”

Billy took a moment to look at the face beaming at him. Heavy eyes, easy smile. Vacant.

“Come on, puppy.” He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The sight of the bed drew Steve from his arms. He let him go, watched him climb onto the mattress and curl up against a pillow.

Billy leaned against the doorframe and watched him for a while.

It wouldn’t be bad. He wouldn’t hurt him. It was never about hurting him, not even when he’d smashed his face in. It was just…the control.

He’d make sure it felt good. He’d make Steve enjoy it.

Billy threw his jacket on a chair already piled high with Steve’s clothes and kicked his boots into the corner. The mattress whined slightly under his weight but neither that nor the extra pressure did anything to disturb Steve.

It didn’t take much to roll him onto his back. A gentle pull and he unfurled across the sheets like he weighed nothing. Without effort or hesitation, Billy pushed his legs apart and slid himself between his thighs.

“Hey, sunshine.” He whispered. “You up?”

Billy knew he was awake. The barely-there gap in his eyelids and the slight tremble in his limbs told him as much. Even if he didn’t say anything, Billy knew Steve was with him.

After a moment, he bent down and sank a heavy kiss into Steve’s neck. Muscles shifted under his lips, working around a thick swallow, and he could almost feel the gasp before it rose into the air.

“Knew it.” He mumbled against blushing skin.

Steve shifted underneath him, hands pushing on his waist, and Billy knew it was an attempt to move him. There was no strength behind it, though, and the failure drew out a small whine. Billy brought his mouth to Steve’s ear.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh.” He soothed, gripping his wrists. “What’re you doing?”

With zero struggle, Billy pinned them either side of Steve’s head and slinked his fingers between those pressed to the mattress.

“These stay here.” He said, squeezing tight.

By then, Steve’s eyes were as open as they could manage. They stared up him, still bloodshot and vacant but with a modicum more focus. Slowly, Billy released his grip and slid his hands across the sheets. Steve’s stayed pressed against the bed.

“Good boy.” He reached for the hem of Steve’s sweater and started pushing up. “Atta boy.”

Stripping him was easy. He lay still when he was supposed to, moved when Billy told him to. Lifted his neck to allow the sweater over his head and raised his hips as Billy wrenched his jeans off. He didn’t say anything. Occasionally, when another inch of skin was exposed, a choked gasp would make it’s way past his lips and, when that happened, Billy would feel himself twitch. He liked it, making him make those sounds.

When there was nothing left but a pair of boxers, Billy sat back and looked down at the perfect something arranged underneath him. It was like full-body déjà vu. His blood started pumping like it had that night at Byers’ and he could feel the intense want to break crawling across his skin. But he smothered it. He’d done that already. He wanted to see what else he could do to it. What else he could make it do.

“Bet you’d suck my cock, wouldn’t you?” He said, tossing his own shirt to the floor.

The shallow rise and fall of Steve’s chest betrayed how nervous he was.

“Bet if I told you to,” Billy unclasped his belt, started working his zipper. “you’d do it.”

After too long a silence, he raised a brow to let Steve know that he expected an answer. There was a miniscule nod and a near-silent utterance of “yes”. Billy smirked at the uncertainty.

“Don’t sound too sure about that.” He pushed his jeans off and gave Steve a knowing look. “But you would.”

“Billy?”

He nestled back between Steve’s thighs and ran a hand along his ribs.

“What is it, sunshine?”

“Why’re you…” Steve wet his lips. “What’s happening?”

The sincere confusion in his drowsy voice sent Billy into a fit of laughter. When he composed himself, he gripped Steve’s waistband and started working it down. Despite his apparent obliviousness, Steve didn’t react to the move. He let Billy drag the elastic past his hips, past the dark patch of hair, eventually exposing his cock.

“You never play this game before?” Billy asked him, lifting Steve’s legs to slip the boxers off.

His arms rubbed nervously against the sheets, clearly itching to move. The fact that he kept them right where he’d been instructed to made Billy’s skin buzz.

“What game?”

Billy’s smiles were rarely genuine. Usually, they were dropped as easily as they were forced but, even if he tried, he couldn’t have wiped the grin off his face at that moment.

“You’re gonna be so good at it.” He assured him, dropping down and licking a kiss across his nipple. “Cause you’re gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?”

As he waited for the only answer, Billy turned his head and pressed his ear to Steve’s chest. The rapid fire beating etched a grin into face.

“Gonna be good, sunshine?”

He heard an actual skip before he heard the answer.

“Yes.”

Billy turned and nicked at his skin.

“Course you are.”

He took a second to soak up the heat rising off of Steve’s skin. Between the blood pumping overtime and the blush that couldn’t stop spreading, Billy wondered how easy it would be to make him work up a sweat. Slowly, he reached down and snaked a hand around Steve’s shaft, wetting his lips excitedly when he heard every inch of lung fill in one gasp. As he started running his hand up and down, Billy kept his lips glued to the heat, licking and sucking on neck, chest, anything that got him a reaction. He took in every sound that left Steve’s mouth and then he tried to make it louder.

Once he felt Steve hardening against his palm, Billy pulled back and gave himself a better view. The dark eyes were still a little fuzzy but the blown-out pupils made them seem more present. He made sure to hold their gaze as his fist started to speed up.

He watched Steve’s tongue flash out over his lips. Watched his throat work around heavy swallows, watched his neck curve and his back arch just a little. Every time Billy curled his wrist or lightly pressed his thumb just right, he watched the response and told himself that he did that.

When he felt the first wet trail of pre-cum start to pool at Steve’s head, he sank down and lapped it up. Immediately, a moan shot out and Steve’s hips bucked up towards his mouth. Billy just pulled back and licked his lips.

He stared at the desperation and the disappointment and felt himself filling up. He did that, too.

As he carried on working his fist, Billy started replaying the moan over and over in his head. He started to wonder how loud he could make Steve go.

His eyes fell back to Steve’s cock, already starting to shine wet again. Without breaking his rhythm, Billy moved down the mattress and ducked down, this time a few inches lower. He pushed at Steve’s thigh with his free hand, almost pinning it back to his stomach, and the stretch exposed a small ring of muscle.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue over the hole and felt every muscle lying on the bed tense.

“Shit, Billy…” Steve whined.

It was mostly shock, with a hint of begging, and he wanted to hear it again.

“Roll over.” A small trail of pre-cum followed his hand as he abandoned Steve’s dick. “Get on your front.”

“What?” Steve seemed more baffled by the sudden loss of friction than by the instruction.

Billy knelt up, lightly pushing at Steve’s hips, urging them to turn.

“Gonna lie on your front for me?” He pressed. “Gonna be good?”

Cloudy brown eyes stared up at him. Steve’s mouth worked silently for a moment and Billy couldn’t help but think about those lips again.

“You’re so good at this game.” He smiled knowing that Steve had no idea he’d touched them, licked them. “Wanna keep doing good?”

Billy kept his hands firm on Steve’s hips, thumbs rubbing little red circles into his skin. The silent brown stare stayed fixed as it was. Eventually, Steve nodded.

Billy went to turn him but he was already rolling over, shakily settling into the mattress without a word.

“So good.” Billy whispered, surveying the wide spread of his back. “Spread your legs.”

“What’s –”

Steve cut off the second Billy gripped his thighs and pulled them open, arranging them exactly how he needed them. As he nestled behind him, Billy spotted a small wet stain on the covers. He remembered then that Steve was still leaking.

“You wanna touch yourself?” He asked, quietly.

He saw Steve ball the sheets into a fist. Half a smile flickered across Billy’s face before he leant down and pecked a kiss onto Steve’s ass.

“That’s okay.” He said. “Go on, just don’t come until I’m inside, alright?”

The fist clenched tighter.

“I don’t…” Steve sounded like he was struggling with just about everything.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” Billy wet his lips. “You’re gonna like it.”

He gripped Steve’s cheeks in both hands and eased them apart. He ignored the faint whimper of his name and pushed forward, circling Steve’s hole with his tongue. There was a choked moan that went straight to his dick.

Slowly, Billy worked it open, licking the skin and pressing against the muscle until he could start fucking his tongue in and out. Steve coughed up a series of whines and winces, all of which spurred him on. After a while, he started to hear a wet sound and a particular groaning that told him Steve was jerking off. If his mouth hadn’t been busy, he’d have happily thrown out an “I told you so”.

When his jaw started to itch and his chin was running with spit, Billy pulled back.

“That feel good?”

The sheets rustled against a nod.

“See?” He wiped at his chin. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Just gonna make you feel good.”

He quickly sucked on his middle finger and pressed the tip into Steve’s hole. The wet, fervent strokes halted and Steve seized around the digit.

“Billy –” He gasped.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” It started to grate on him to have to repeat.

“Billy, I don’t –”

“This isn’t gonna hurt.” He slowly retracted his finger and wiped the spit across the wet opening. “This is gonna make sure you don’t get hurt.”

There was no response to that. As the silence stretched on, Billy’s eyes stayed fixed on Steve. His mind started to drift, thinking about what it would feel like to go in now, nothing but spit and half an inch of give on it. He’d barely fit, likely end up stretching it out until it tore. Flashes of a ruined face swarmed his vision for a moment and he had to work to fight them off. He’d broken this already. Breaking it was easy. He wanted to see what else he could do to it.

His gaze wandered.

“You got any surprises for me in that nightstand?”

There was another rustle against the sheets as Steve turned his head.

“Like what?”

Rather than reply with one of a plethora of shocking answers flooding his mind, Billy eased himself up and off the bed and headed for the nightstand.

As he rooted through the drawers, he glanced to his left and caught sight of Steve’s glassy stare. He held it for a few seconds, before the brown eyes dropped lower. Billy couldn’t help but follow, gaze landing on his own hard on. He chuckled and looked back up to find Steve’s eyes on his again. Billy threw him a wink and returned to the drawer. Buried at the back, under more junk than seemed able to fit, was a box of condoms and a clear tube.

Billy left the condoms.

After he’d slicked up his fingers, he gave one more teasing lick across Steve’s hole before easing the tip of his index through. The wince and the clench made his stomach flip. He watched as his finger worked it’s way in, twisting and turning to add to the stretch.

“You sure you never played this game before?” He whispered, transfixed by how easily he found himself almost knuckle-deep.

“No.” Steve said, quietly.

“Well shit, sunshine.” Billy watched his finger pushing in and curling out effortlessly. “Damn good at it.”

The way Steve was opening up for him, the way Billy was making him open up, was a thing of beauty. He switched to his middle finger for a second, the longer reach prompting another gasp, and then pressed the two in together.

“Billy!”

There it was again. The mixture of shock and begging. He swam in it for a moment, replaying it in his head as he curved his fingers and scissored them apart. Suddenly, Steve’s hand shot back and pulled at his wrist.

“Billy.” It was more choked this time.

“It doesn’t hurt.” He insisted, pushing deeper. “You know how good you’re doing right now? You know how good your being?”

“I don’t…” There was a string of stuttered breaths before Steve managed to continue. “Don’t wanna play anymore.”

Billy paused. He stared down at the glistening skin around Steve’s hole and the sticky sheen on his own half-retracted fingers.

“You back out now, you don’t get your prize.”

There was a sniff that Billy tried to ignore.

“I don’t wanna play.”

He bowed his head and shut his eyes. Breaking it was easy. Billy wanted to see what else he could do to it. He wanted to know he could do something else.

“You had those stitches in for a week.” He said, quietly. “Ones on your lip. I didn’t think it’d ever heal right because you wouldn’t stop licking them. Like a goddamn dog.”

Slowly, he twisted his fingers. Steve winced and gripped tighter at his wrist.

“Every time I saw you, you were suckin’ on them.” He continued. “Kept waiting for you to pull them loose or something, chew through them…and I started thinking maybe you couldn’t stop because you liked them. Just as much as I did.”

Billy listened closely to the shallow breaths panting into the pillow. He dragged his fingers back and slowly pushed them in further. The breathing hitched but Steve didn’t tug at his wrist this time.

“Don’t know if you felt it when it busted open, don’t know if you were passed out by then or…but it would’ve hurt. Even if you were out by then, part of you probably felt it. It would’ve hurt. But you took it. And then you got to play with those pretty stitches after.”

Billy turned to the ceiling and finally felt what he was looking for.

“Fucking love your lips.”

He pushed gently against the little ball of nerves and Steve cried out louder than he had all night. Billy tried to smile but couldn’t quite manage it. He massaged the spot for a few seconds, let Steve ride it out, before eventually easing back.

“It’s okay.” He sniffed. “You don’t have to play anymore.”

He started removing his fingers but Steve’s grip held him there. It tightened and pushed.

“Again.”

Billy took a few seconds trying to figure out if the request hadn’t been imagined.

“Please.” It wasn’t shocked but it was so much better. “Please.”

Slowly, he inched back in and brushed against Steve’s prostate. He could see the shiver shoot down his spine.

“Like that?”

There was a rushed nod against the sheets and Steve shifted his hips. Billy watched the hand disappear beneath him and saw Steve’s arm start to ease back and forwards. Finally, he managed the smile.

He continued massaging, eventually working his fingers into an excited cramp as he listened to the choked out moans. It seemed to work even better, the uncontrollable twitches and spasms in his fingers sending visible shocks through Steve’s body.

“You having fun, sunshine?” Billy asked.

“Uh-huh.” Steve barely seemed to know what he was responding to.

Pre-cum was trailing down Billy’s cock and the urge to replace his fingers was getting harder to ignore.

“Yeah?” He ran one firm stroke along his shaft. “Think you can handle a little more?”

For the first time, Steve turned and looked back at him. His face was coated in a sheen of sweat, hair clinging around his eyes. They blinked a few times before dropping to glimpse at his cock. Billy caught sight of Steve’s tongue slipping over his lips and he could feel himself pulse against his hand. After a few seconds, Steve started to nod and brought his gaze back to Billy’s.

“Yeah.” He breathed.

A rush went through Billy’s chest.

“Course you can.” He smiled.

Without hesitation, he pulled his fingers out and snatched the discarded lube. Steve watched him for a second before turning away again.

After two wet strokes, Billy lined himself up and pressed inside, nearly coming at the sight of himself sinking smoothly into Steve’s ass. They both sighed in strained relief.

He tried to keep the same rhythm he’d build up with his fingers, rocking against Steve’s sweet spot and pulling up blissed-out little whines. Occasionally he’d get an itch. A twitch in his fingers that wanted to wrench Steve up by his hair and hear him yell. A rush of blood that wanted to roll him over and wrap a fist around his throat just because he knew he could and he knew Steve would let him. Instead, he planted his hands on Steve’s back and fed off the heat, the sweat, the shift in his muscles when he arched back and gasped for a steady breath.

He did that.

Eventually, Billy noticed Steve’s arm working overtime, jerking frantically underneath him.

“You gonna come?”

Steve’s head was stooped against the mattress but Billy was sure he could make out a nod.

“Yeah?” He pressed.

The second he heard a strained “yeah”, Billy gripped his legs and started rolling him over.

“Come on.” He panted, hooking his arms under Steve’s knees and dragging him towards his lap. “Let me see.”

He pushed in deep, now honed in on that magic little spot without even trying, and watched Steve’s whole body convulse under the pressure. Billy saw the glassy eyes vanish behind tightened lids and felt a desperate clench around his cock. He stalled his hips, keeping himself buried inside as he watched Steve’s back arch, thick white strips spurting across his stomach.

The pause only lasted a few seconds. Once he got a taste for the look on Steve’s face and the way his voice cracked, Billy’s hips went into overdrive. He kept pushing and pushing, just to see how loud Steve could get and how long he could drag it out. Turned out the answer was longer than he’d expected.

When Steve finally went limp against the mattress, Billy was left staring down at the sweat and tears and felt a hot surge rolling south from his stomach.

“You’re so good.” He told him, pushing forward. “You’re so fucking good.”

Steve looked beyond spent. He shook against Billy’s hips but, beyond that, it seemed like there wasn’t an ounce of strength left in him. Despite the full-body exhaustion, however, the small, proud smile inched it’s way back onto his face.

“Really?” He croaked, voice all but lost.

That was what pushed Billy over. Before he let himself go, he staved off just long enough to bow forward and sink his lips onto Steve’s. He stayed locked to them as he emptied out, slipping his tongue past soft, wet lips that opened perfectly for him.

When he was finished, he didn’t pull back. He kept rolling his hips, kept licking into Steve’s mouth. As he pressed back and forwards, just to feel the spread of himself inside Steve, he felt an attempt at a mumble brush against his lips. Begrudgingly, he eased back an inch.

Steve stared up at him, face a blissed-out mess. Billy’s mind tried to match it to the one on Byer’s floor. He pictured blood and torn skin and smiled to himself because he knew he could make that face look however he wanted it to.

“What is it, sunshine?”

Almost recovered from his own outburst, Steve’s eyes seemed close to dropping.

“I feel kinda weird.” He murmured.

Billy breathed a small laugh.

“Yeah, I bet.” He hummed. “You wanna go to sleep?”

The idea had Steve nodding lazily.

“Okay.” Billy smiled, wetting his lips. “Gotta clean up first, though.”

After he’d licked Steve’s stomach dry and lapped every trace of himself out from between his legs, Billy corralled him under the covers. He was out like a light in seconds. Billy stayed for a minute, watching him.

For a second, he thought about climbing in. He wouldn’t sleep. He wasn’t tired. But the idea of just lying next to Steve, even for an hour, seemed kind of perfect just then.

He didn’t, though. But he smiled knowing that he could. That Steve would lie there and let him.

#harringrove #my fics #Prompt filled #answered #lemon

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drblueneck · 5 years

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Massive Genderbent AU - Rookie 9 edition

Ok. I should really NOT be writing that, but that little shit of a story wouldn’t leave me alone and I couldn’t focus on my studies and I was going CRAZY. So, here. It’s written. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE BRAIN, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!! I decided to post it, because I want people to enjoy the beauty of genderbender. This will turn into a fullfledged story. Maybe. Probably. Certainly. But not right now. Because I don’t have time. I NEED TIIIIMMMME.

As spring was in full bloom, it was time for Hideo-sensei - Head of the Academy - to peruse the new application forms for the upcoming year. Going through each of them and smiling at the familiar clan names, he took him a moment to notice the higher than normal percentage of girls being enrolled. As he took a closer look, his surprise went up a notch. The heirs of the most prominent ninja clans were to be in the same year class, and all but two were females. It had been a long time since such a thing happened! Hideo-sensei idly wondered if the girls would be up to par with the boys, and winced at the ludicrous idea of Genin teams made up mostly of kunoichi - their strength would never amount to that of their male counterparts, science said so. Or, well, science said so before Tsunade-sama gave it the finger... Hideo-sensei shook his head and snorted. Frankly, what were the chances for all these girls to end up like the legendary Sannin? Prodigies were a fluke, not the norm.

With a rueful sigh, he closed the files and signed them, already mourning for this future batch of Genin who would more likely than not bring down their forces’ strength for months, if not years - that is, if they ever graduated instead of mooning over boys like so many were wont to do in their debute... Hopefully, these kunoichi would have a wake-up call sooner than later!

Years later, looking back on this biased oversight, Hideo-sensei would berate himself for dismissing so easily what Konoha saw as its new rising stars and the best ninja of their generation.

Shikaku stared at his ranting kid from where he was sitting under the shade of the great oak in their backyard, ears used to relentless tirades after years of mariage to his dear banshee of a wife. He loved her, really, he did, but damn if that troublesome woman didn’t turn him half-deaf in the first two months of their marital life. It’s without shame that Shikaku would readily admit to having prayed for his kid to turn out like him - lazy and fond of long stretches of silence. The Nara genes were usually strong, to the dismal of those who married into the clan, but it looked like Yoshino’s were as stubborn as her!

Troublesome woman indeed, Shikaku thought with fondness as his daughter finished her rant about ‘not being a kid anymore’ and thus demanding to be ‘trained as a real kunoichi to kick butts’. Maybe he stayed quiet for too long because she started tapping her tiny foot on the grassy ground, arms crossed as she dished out her best glare, and all that was done in a perfect imitation of her mother - and it only made her father want to laugh and squeeze her in a hug.

Which he did.

“Daaad! I’m serious!” Shikaru wailed, tugging harshly at her father’s spiky ponytail to punctuate her words.

“Yes you are,” he cooed, rubbing his scratchy beard against her chubby cheek.

“I wanna leaaarn!” She wailed again, squirming in his grasp and trying to escape his beard, struggling not to laugh and keep up her angry pout. It tickled!

Trapping her into his arms, Shikaku let himself fall down on his back, adjusting comfortably his neck so that he could watch the fluffy clouds go by.

“Maa, why couldn’t you be a lazy one just like your dad, hm?”

The child instantly stopped her useless squirming and with fire burning fiercely in her brown eyes, she hissed like an angry cat, “Cause I’m gonna beat Inoshi! He made Chou cry!”

Aaah, right. The first time he and his teammate decided to officially introduce their kids to each other when they were four, Inoichi’s boy - who lacked a brain to mouth filter - had taken one look at Chouza’s girl and pointed at her before saying with all the innocence of the world, “Daddy, look, she’s fat.” The poor Chouko had bursted into tears and clung to her father the whole day while Shikaru, true to her name, spent a good ten minutes scolding the boy before launching herself into a philosophical pamphlet of sorts on the serious issue of body image within the shinobi world. Inoshi had gaped at her, a bit pale, before hunching his shoulders and muttering a bit too belligerently, “Well, you’re definitely not cute...”

Inoichi had confided that to this day, his son still obsessively kept his hair short, traumatised by Shikaru gripping on his tiny ponytail so hard that she tore out a big clump of fine blond hair. Another of her mother’s bad habits... It was a good thing Shikaku got so used to the rough treatment that it felt like his head was made of steel, otherwise, between his two troublesome girls, he would’ve turned bald yeard ago!

Anyway, all that had been a year ago, and Shikaku had to marvel at his daughter’s ability to hold a grudge.

He hummed under his breath at another of his daughter’s whine about ‘stupid boys’ and wanting to train.

“Then you’ll be happy to know that you start the Academy next month,” he said, nonchalant, happy to stare at the powdery blue sky with the light weight of his kid securely held against his chest. Said kid abruptly sat up, pushing a bony knee into his ribs and he ‘oofed’. Kids... so uncaring...

“Really?!” she cried out as she bounced on his stomach, her almond-shaped eyes almost glittering with stars.

“Really.”

Shikaru dropped back down against him, squeezing her skinny arms around his neck with all her strength - and Shikaku was proud to say that it was actually a lot - as she smothered her excited ‘”thank yous” into his shirt, her feet kicking out in a show of unrestraint happiness and narrowly missing his jewels.

Inoshi was going down. Ha!

It had been a long time since a masculine presence had been felt in the Inuzuka household. From as far as she could remember, Kiku had always been surrendered solely by her mom and sister and their dogs, with the occasional clansmen dropping by to check in with their Head. And if asked, Kiku would tell you that her mom was badass.

Once, she had asked where her father was and mom bristled and waved a fist in the air. “Who needs that pussy when you got me, huh?” Hana later told her that dad had left them because mom scared him. Tch, mom was right, what a scaredy-cat! Inuzuka women were the bomb!

And Kiku wanted to be just like her mother.

It actually amused Tsume greatly to see her youngest daughter following her everywhere like a lost puppy, even when she went to work in the Jounin HQ or meeting with members of the Council for clan matters. Kiku would closely watch her every move and copy them – sitting with an arm thrown on the back of a chair, legs slightly splayed out or crossed at the ankles; fingers drumming on the table when she wanted to fuck with uptight people like Hiashi or Fugaku; lips turning into a snarl when she wasn’t happy… Yep, her daughter was cute as a button in her mom-worship antics.

Tsume actually thought it was all just a phase and that her childish wonder would soon fade out, but Kiku never stopped praising her mom with starry eyes, asking stories of her missions, and more recently, pleading to start her training in the shinobi arts like Hana. She had already given Akamaru to her a few weeks ago, wanting her to acclimate herself to her life-partner, but Tsume had wanted to leave the shinobi training for a bit later to make sure the dog would be able to follow… So what to do, what to do?

Sighing over her dilemma, Tsume entered Shikaku’s office and dropped her latest report on his desk, not feeling one bit sympathetic as he groaned while glaring at the pile of reports that would soon turn into a tower. Usually, he had to hunt down his Jounin to get their reports on time, but strangely these past few days, they’d all been quite eager – gleeful even! – to complete their administrative duties…

Tsume shot him a mean smirk. “Serves you right for ditching us last week with the new recruits,” she said snidely, still peeved that heir commanding officer had disappeared for a whole afternoon and let the more seasoned shinobi drill the baby Jounin. Shikaku was way too good at hiding from them, the sneaky bastard.

“God, I’m surrounded by nagging women,” the man groaned, signing the papers he was reading with a flourish and attacking a new batch.

“Beats being surrounded by whiny men,” was Tsume’s quick retort.

Shikaku shrugged and stretched his arms, which Tsume took as her dismissal. All too happy to leave the Jounin Commander to his own suffering, she skipped to the door with a bounce to her step, only to reluctantly stop when Shikaku called out her name.

“What.” She was a busy woman, dammit.

He smiled apologetically before asking, “I was just wondering if you were putting your daughter into the Academy this year? Mine is going, and I’d be more at ease if some of the kids she knows were to attend too… Shikaru really needs to up her social game,” he added thoughtfully.

God, that man could be such a mother-hen sometimes! Tsume wondered if he would’ve been this dotting had he had a boy as laidback as him… Probably not.

“I’ve put in Kiku’s application but didn’t tell her anything yet. You know how my clan likes to keep the kids as long as possible and teach them at home before sending the little brats to schools, what with our dogs needing proper training too…”

Shikaku nodded. Many clans were like Tsume’s, enrolling the kids only for the last two or three years of the Academy as they preferred – or simply needed in some cases – to train their kekkai genkai first and foremost before even thinking about formal schooling.

“Well, if your girl is anything like you, she’s going to take to shinobi training like a fish to water,” he said in a smile, complimenting his Jounin’s ruthless efficiency on the field, and Tsume grinned back, showing her sharp teeth.

Maybe sending Kiku earlier than expected would actually be a good thing. Her girl was driven after all!

“She’s been bugging me about training her for weeks now. I think she’s ready to commit,” she mused outloud in a prideful tone.

With a wave of the hand, she turned around and leisurely walked out Shikaku’s office while calling out, “My girl’s totally gonna make you turn prematurely grey when she’ll be under your command, Nara!”

Chuckling at the muttered “troublesome” that her enhanced hearing caught, Tsume made her way back home, the grin never leaving her face. Damn right, her Kiku was going to become a kickass kunoichi!

(Shikaru means “to scold” which I found hilarious. Inoshi comes from inoshishi which means boar, Kiku means chrysanthemum because I just wanted to have some coherency between her sister and her, and Chouko means butterfly child, which is cute af. Next one should’ve Female!Sasuke, Male!Hinata, and I’m gonna have so much fun.)

#genderbent AU #genderbent Rookie 9 #Naruto fanfic #Female Shikamaru #Male Ino #Female Chouji #Female Kiba

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justanalto · 5 years

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71. “I want a pet.”

(did you know I was incapable of writing drabbles? yikes) I hope you like it! Thank you for the prompt, love!

challenge me with a drabble!

Fitz had seen a lot of impossible situations in his life.

He'd seen his best friend plummet to what he thought would be her death, he'd seen men emerge from an alien temple possessed by who-the-devil-knew-what. People had died and come back to life right under his nose. Machines had become sentient and had somehow managed to construct an alternate universe (not to mention trapping him in it). He'd even travelled to the future and witnessed a world where blue aliens ruled with an iron fist and lemons were how you expressed affection. One would think that he would've been able to handle any situation the world threw at him by now.

Then again, the world did seem to have a knack for knocking him on his arse when he least expected it.

"Oh, look at this one, Fitz! It's got the fluffiest tail!"

"Daddy, it licked my hand! Can we have him?"

"Lily, we've told you, you're not to get one that's larger than your father's drones," Fitz tore his gaze away from where he'd been longingly gazing at the more...exotic pets and over to where the domestic ones where. At the sight of his wife and five-year-old daughter fawning over the stool-sized puppies in the cages, the corners of his lips threatened to turn up at the edges and split into a full smile.

He remembered back in the Academy days -- hell, even during their early days on the Bus -- when he'd dream about this sort of life; the kind where he, Jemma and some unnamed child (he'd always hoped for a girl. Not that he'd ever told her this) would be out on the town, shopping for something impossible or other. The dream had always been curbed before it got too far: it wasn't proper to daydream about a woman you surely wouldn't be able to have.

What a naive fool he'd been. Ten years (and at least five handfuls of life-threatening situations later), not only had he gotten the girl, but he'd also gotten the daughter. The thing, though, was that in his dreams, their little imaginary family always adopted a monkey. Perhaps a little capuchin, or a pygmy marmoset -- their SHIELD salaries had set them up quite well, after all -- but never, not even in his wildest dreams, had he expected this to happen.

Lily Margaret FitzSimmons (Jemma had absolutely insisted on naming their daughter in some way after the famed founder) was currently seated criss-cross on the floor of a playpen, her magenta-colored woolen jumper absorbing glob after glob of dog drool as she played with a small pug.

She hadn't even looked at the monkeys when she'd walked in, making a straight beeline for the puppies. Jemma'd had to reign in her laughter for a solid five minutes at the look of shock and disappointment on her husband's face.

Personally, Fitz didn't quite understand why she was so fond of pugs. Labs he could understand. Great Danes and Greyhounds were useful racing dogs. Even corgis provided their own form of entertainment, if only when they shook their butts. All pugs did were walk around like someone had permanently offended all of their kin. God, he hoped Lily wouldn't decide on a pug. He still couldn't believe they weren't adopting a monkey.

"You know, when she said to us, 'I want a pet', I was thinking we could start small," he murmured to Jemma, who was filming the whole spectacle on her phone. "Goldfish, maybe. Or a hermit crab. Maybe we could've even got her sea monkeys --"

"They can hardly be called monkeys, Fitz, you of all people should know --"

"That they're just brine shrimp, yes, Jemma, I know." Both of them watched as the pug nearly bowled Lily over in its excitement. "But just for a puppy? Seems like a large leap. And a pug, too."

"I know." Jemma's nose crinkled in slight disgust. "I'm really hoping she picks the Coton. Daisy wouldn't stop harping about how she and Robbie have got that stupid Peekapoo. What kind of sane couple names their dog Coulson?"

"Apparently, you thought it was a great idea at the time. And that's rich, coming from the woman who chose her daughter's middle name to be for the founding woman of SHIELD." To be fair, Coulson had been over the moon upon finding out about Daisy and Robbie's canine christening -- so much, in fact, that the FitzSimmons family liked to play a game with their dog furniture to determine if the Reyes-Johnsons had bought it or Coulson had.

"I suppose it is," Jemma answered with a small smile. "But making her middle name Barbara was a little too old-fashioned for me." A series of excited yips caught their attention. Lily had been knocked back fully by the pug and was now being licked from head to toe, all while shrieking happily. Both parents exchanged a look of dread.

"We're getting this pug, aren't we?"

One interview, three stamps and a load of paperwork that would've even made May flinch later, the excitable pug was penned, the adoption certificate signed, and the family in the car ride home. Lily was chowing down on a strawberry shortcake pop Jemma had gotten her from the ice cream truck close by, while Fitz seemed to be devouring a Klondike bar and a rocket popsicle simultaneously.

"I gots a pet!" Lily's ice cream would've been fed to the car seats had it not been for the sheer forces of friction (Fitz made a note to say his prayers to Guillaume Amontons later that friction had kept the bar on the stick). "I gots a puppo!" She peered over at the cage once more, buckled in haphazardly in the seat across from her. "And puppo loves me!"

This was what Fitz was going to have to endure for the next thirteen years? Was there a way he could have May run over him in a Quinjet and make it look like an accident? Bobbi and Hunter had been experts at covering their tracks. Surely they knew how to get themselves lost if they needed to. "He looks like he loves you a lot, sunshine." The pug chose that exact moment to yip and jump around in its cage, rattling it enough that Jemma seriously considered pulling over and moving it to the trunk.

"Now that we've got him, have you thought about a name, Lily?" Her mother's question silenced Lily for a few minutes, and Fitz mentally thanked whoever was up there for the blessed lack of sound. "Remember, a name is very important. It'll stick with him for the rest of his life."

"Hmmmm...."

Fitz's thoughts went out to Piper, Elena, Phil, May and Daisy the pet rocks. May they rest in peace, wherever they'd gone. Maybe he and Jemma had made the right decision capitulating towards Lily's demand. After all, a dog was significantly harder to lose in your life than a pet rock, no matter how many times you brought one to school.

(Not that Lily was bringing a dog to school. A pug, no less.)

"Can I name him after you, mum?"

At that, Jemma almost did pull over; as it was, she nearly ran a red light in shock. "After me?" she asked once the traffic hubbub had settled down. "Why would you want to name him after me? You've got a boy pug there, silly!"

"But boys can have girl's names, too," Fitz chuckled. At least now he knew what Elena was teaching his daughter when she came over to babysit. "Aunt Elena said so. She said so for forever until Uncle Mack bribed her with food."

"Your Aunt Elena is right," Jemma answered slowly, not wanting to mince her words. "But I do think that naming him after me would also be a bit confusing, no?" Lily took her time with that, hemming and hawing over the decision. "What if you call 'Jemma!' and two of us come running? That would be funny!"

"But I call you mum."

"You might not so much when you're older," Fitz jumped in, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Jemma silently sigh with relief. "What about if you named him after your uncle Robbie? Or, uh, that cartoon you love so much? Bumble? Looks the bumbling type to me, even though he's not a bee."

"How about Uncle Mack?" Lily handed her father the empty ice cream stick, and Fitz threw into their trash can up front. "I didn't name anything after him!"

"Alphonso?" Jemma murmured under her breath. Fitz had to shoot her a look to keep from laughing out loud. "Of course you can name him after your uncle, sweetheart," she called back instead. "In fact, why don't we give him a call? I'm sure he'd be delighted to hear about the fact that we're naming their first dog after him."

Mack was, in fact, delighted to hear about the namesake, and spent the rest of the car ride home crowing to Jemma, Fitz, and Elena about how he was the second member of the team to have something named after him. Elena spent twenty minutes after that muttering darkly over the phone to Jemma about how they'd better name a second pet after her, or "Turtleman will be insufferable, and I'll make sure he brings it up to you at every weekly reunion dinner."

But judging by the way the Mack the pug had vanished as soon as Lily had let him out, Fitz had a feeling Jemma wouldn't agree to any somewhat large pets anytime soon.

#re drabbles #thank you for this!#it was nice to do some writing stretching again tbh #fitzsimmons #leo fitz #jemma simmons #sunalsolove #ask things

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minigenos · 5 years

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Visitor, Part 1

Part 1 (you are here) ― Part 2

Ralsei manages to find a way into the human world and spends the day with Kris.

Note: Italicized Kris is the real deal Kris. Unitalicized Kris is the player-controlled Kris.

“Kris! Wake up and get downstairs dear! You've got company!”

Toriel's voice cut through the house and into Kris' room, but it wasn't enough to wake the teen. It was the weekend and he wanted to sleep.

“Kris? Are you up yet?”

He let out a small groan of annoyance and curled up under his blankets. Let her wake up the entire town for all he cared. Kris would wake up when he was good and ready.

Which, to his own surprise, was right now.

His body jolted a couple times before launching itself out of bed. Kris quickly stood up, dumbfounded as to why he would do such a thing, and moved to the center of his room. And promptly did... absolutely nothing.

Wait a second... he thought to himself. This feels... The teen tried to move his arms, but nothing happened. The same was so with his legs.

His body felt different. But familiar.

All too familiar.

It was just like before. Kris, the real Kris, had become a spectator within his own body. Whatever took control of him on that fateful day had regained control. But how? It shouldn't have been possible, not by a long shot. He had removed his soul and...

With what little control he still had, Kris turned his head just enough to check on the birdcage where his soul should be.

But it wasn't there.

SHIT, the teen swore to himself. He had no idea who could have done such a thing or how, considering the rattling of the cage would have easily woken him up, but things were what they were right now, and he was merely along for the ride.

Until he was the one back in control.

With the real Kris having no further say over what his own body did, Kris stood still where he was for over ten minutes without moving a muscle.

If you're going to take over my body at least do something with it, he snarkily commented, hoping whatever was in control could hear him. It didn't seem to have any effect.

Great.

Just great.

He couldn't even badmouth his captor.

After another couple of minutes Kris finally turned and moved to a silver four-pointed star that sat between the cage and his bed. A light brush against it activated the save point, bringing up his personal information screen. Kris, LV 1, 00:00:00. There was no save file, and oddly enough no capacity to save. He would have liked to have known who was in control this time, but it seemed like it would stay a mystery for right now.

With saving being an impossible task, Kris closed the screen and proceeded out of his room. He made a quick trip over to Toriel's room and attempted to open the door, but to no avail. Nothing else seemed to interest the teen, so he finally made his way downstairs.

Toriel's voice carried through the living room and kitchen to where the teen stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“Were you the friend Kris had told me about? He didn't say too much, so I wasn't sure.”

Kris couldn't hear what the other person was saying. He moved closer to get a better eavesdropping vantage point.

“Oh, did you just move here then? I hadn't heard of anybody new in town; this place is pretty small after all... Ah, you're just visiting? How wonderful!”

Whomever the other person was had such a mild voice Kris still had trouble hearing them despite being nearly flush against the wall that separated the two rooms. Welp, that only left one option – he would just have to head into the living room and see who this mysterious visitor was.

Without wasting a second Kris finally made his appearance, and froze once he saw the all-too-familiar figure sitting in the chair across from his mom.

“Oh, there you are,” Toriel said. “I called for you over ten minutes ago. What were you doing up there?”

Kris rolled his eyes at his mom's comment. For a brief second the teen was glad he didn't have any control over his body right now.

“Anyways, I was having quite a nice conversation with Ralsei here. I didn't know you had made more friends.” She seemed extremely proud of that fact to the point where she almost forgot to ask how they had met. Almost.

“By the way, how did you two meet?” Toriel asked with a warm smile on her face.

There was no weaseling out of the question. Kris would have to think of something, and fast.

“Asriel's sports meet,” the teen said without batting an eye. Ralsei nodded when Toriel looked over to him, making the lie all the more believable.

“Oh, that's wonderful!” she said with a small clap of her hands. “Well, I don't want to keep you two here, especially on such a nice day, so how about this,” Toriel grabbed her purse and fished around in it until she pulled out her wallet. The monster held out a $20 bill towards Kris. “Why don't you two go into town and have lunch? My treat.”

Kris nodded and shoved the money into his pocket, bringing his riches all the way up to $22.

“I don't want to keep you two any longer than I already have,” Toriel said as she sat back down in her chair. “Just come back before curfew. I'll see you later dear.” She waved the pair goodbye as Kris guided Ralsei out and closed the door behind them.

Now that his mom was out of the way, the teen turned towards the Darkner.

“Hi again!” Ralsei said before Kris could get a word out. “Can you believe it? I'm- I'm just so excited! I can't believe I'm standing here, in the Lightner's world, right now! I know it wasn't that long ago, but...” Kris could see underneath the shadows that obscured the monster's face that he was smiling sheepishly, like a puppy awaiting praise. “...did you miss me?”

Almost immediately Kris wrapped his arms around the prince, embracing him in a hug. The response was far more than what Ralsei had expected, causing him to blush deeply.

“Really? You missed me that much?”he asked while trying his best to hold back tears. “You really are a great friend, you know that?”

With their reintroduction over, Kris finally had an opening to ask how the Darkner had managed to find a way into his world.

“It wasn't too difficult,” Ralsei replied. “Some monsters traced your steps back all the way to where you first arrived in our world, and found trace amounts of energy from the portal that brought you to us. It wasn't too difficult to reverse-engineer the portal. I was able to do most of it myself...” he trailed off, a mix of pride and embarrassment on his face.

Kris couldn't help but be impressed at the monster's feat, and said as much, which caused a huge smile to spread across the monster's face.

“Really? You think so? I'm so glad!” He paused for a few seconds before continuing. “Um, but the portal won't last too long. If you want to go somewhere we'll have to go now. I can't get stuck on this side when it closes you see. Just lead the way and I'll follow.”

Without giving too much mind as to the limitations and stipulations of Ralsei's portal, Kris led the monster south towards the diner.

“Oh heeeyyy!” Catty waved at the two as she walked up. “I, like, totally didn't know you knew anyone outside of town Kris! Your friend is totally cute!”

“Thank you very much,” Ralsei replied.

“For a second I was totally confused when they said they were looking for your house! I thought they had confused you with Asriel or something. Guess that was my bad, haha!”

She really doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut, Kris commented into the void as he watched on, powerless to say or do anything of substance.

“Anyhow, don't be such strangers!” the cat monster said as Kris and Ralsei continued onward.

Once they were far enough away the Darkner moved until he was next to the teen and walking in sync with him. “You have quite some characters here,” the monster commented with a small smile. His face seemed to be a combination of happiness, sadness, and even a tinge of nostalgia. Unable to give any sort of response, Kris continued leading the way until the pair had finally reached the diner.

To their luck, the breakfast rush had long since died down and only one other patron was seated inside. The pair quickly claimed a booth that sat against the western side of the establishment.

“Hey kid. Who's your friend here?” their waitress asked as she pulled a pen out of her apron.

“I'm just visiting,” Ralsei replied with a disarming smile.

“Heh, alright then. Do you know what you want, or do ya need more time to think it over?”

Kris didn't need much time. “One hot chocolate please, with everything on it,” he said, returning the unopened menu to the edge of the table. The waitress nodded and scribbled it down on the note pad.

“One deluxe hot cocoa,” she said before turning her attention towards Ralsei. “And you?”

“Oh that sounds good! I'll take the same!” the Darkner said in a chipper tune as he followed suit with his menu.

“Aiight, it'll be just a couple minutes then, huns,” the monster replied as she picked up the menus and walked back behind the counter.

Now that the pair had a few minutes to kill before their drinks were ready, Kris could take the opportunity to ask Ralsei some questions. The teen looked over to his friend, who had his nose and hands pressed up against the window like a five year old.

“Wow. It's so bright here.” He commented with a bit of childish wonder. “I wish I could take a little bit of this back home with me, haha.”

“Hey Ralsei,” Kris said, quickly snapping the Darkner out of his own thoughts.

“Oh? What is it?” the monster replied as he tore his eyes from the sights outside.

“How are... you?” he asked with a small pause.

“Me? I'm fine,” Ralsei answered. “Actually, I've been thinking of ways to bring monsters back into town since, well, you know. Lancer suggested we have a party to make the town look like a more desirable place to live. He even offered to help bake a cake for it.” He let out a small chuckle before continuing. “He, ah, tried to make a cake out of worms. Maybe needless to say, it didn't turn out very well.”

That last bit was pretty good, Kris had to admit.

“So the party is officially on hold until the kitchen is habitable again,” the Darkner finished with a sheepish smile.

“Here you go huns,” the waitress said as she placed Kris and Ralsei's order down in front of them. Two ceramic mugs filled to the brim with hot chocolate, with a heaping portion of whipped topping, chocolate sauce, and even small chocolate shavings on top. “Careful you two; don't burn yourselves,” she added while placing a pair of straws down on the table for them to use.

“Thank you! It smells delicious!” Ralsei beamed as he carefully dragged his mug closer.

“Thanks,” Kris added while grabbing one of the straws.

Ralsei watched Kris remove the straw from its packaging and place it inside his mug, then quickly followed suit with his own straw.

“You should really wait-” Kris' warning was quickly cut off by a small yelp of shock and pain as Ralsei learned the hard way why he should have waited a few minutes before taking the first sip.

“Oh that's hot!” the Darkner said as he held a hand to his mouth.

“I tried to warn you...” the teen said as he swirled the topping of his own drink in circles. Not surprisingly, Ralsei began to parrot his actions and slowly stirred the mug's contents as he switched between glancing outside and back to Kris.

Once their drinks had cooled down enough to actually be drinkable, Kris gulped down a sizable portion of his share as he waited for Ralsei to finish chugging what was left in his own mug. Despite his slightly scalded mouth, the Darkner had managed to down everything in one go.

“HAAH! That was delicious!” the monster exclaimed as he placed the mug back down with the softest thump possible. “I wish we had this where I live! I bet everybody would love it!”

With Ralsei somewhat sated by his drink, the teen took the opportunity to ask him one more question.

“So, why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“You went through all that effort to get here and act like it's no big feat just to see me?”

“Well, yeah. You were kind of the first friend I ever had. I just... couldn't say goodbye like that.” Ralsei's face flushed slightly.

Well, at least it's impossible for him to lie to me with a straight face, Kris thought to himself.

Satisfied with Ralsei's answer, Kris continued.

“What about Susie? Did you try to see if she was home?”

“Of course!” the prince replied before shaking his head slightly. “...but when I asked where she lived the monsters said she wasn't home. So I figured it was just going to be us for today.

“But that's ok! I'm having lots of fun just being here with you!” he quickly interjected before Kris could get a word in.

“Here's your check, hun,” the waitress said as she placed the slip face-down next to the teen. $5.50 for the two hot chocolates. Kris quickly made change to pay for their drinks and leave a $2.50 tip. He figured it would probably be best to leave a decent tip lest word make its way back to Toriel – this was a small town after all.

With their drinks done and paid for the pair left the diner and almost immediately turned in different directions. Ralsei, curious about the unusual mascots in front of the store next to the diner, began walking to his left when a hand quickly grabbed his shoulder.

Oh god no! Kris cursed. The last thing he wanted to do was have a run-in with Burger Pants while Ralsei was with him. Thankfully the being in control of his body seemed to think in a similar vein and gently dragged the prince all the way across the street. Well thank god for small favors, he added with a snarky roll of his eyes.

On a positive note, the pair had narrowly avoided one very embarrassing conversation. However, they were now directly in front of Sans' shop, and Kris couldn't stop the prince from going inside.

“Have you been in here before? This place looks neat!” Ralsei said as his scarf wrapped around the door handle like a human's hand. The teen had no option but to follow the monster's lead.

The inside the shop was... surprisingly spacious, with neatly-stocked shelves along every row. Kris couldn't help but feel the place was almost too big, considering how small it looked from the outside. A faint chipper and almost goofy-sounding tune was playing over the speakers, just loud enough to be heard without annoying the customers.

Kris really didn't like the tune.

“I'm gonna go look around really quick!” Ralsei said before dashing off to the opposite end of the store. He seemed to be drawn to the candy section and was quickly mesmerized by all the colorful packaging hanging from the rows of bars.

“heya kiddo,” a familiar voice said from behind the cash register. It was Sans, who was leaning back in his chair as he completed the newspaper's crossword puzzle. “wasn't expecting to see ya here so early. who's yer new friend over there?” The skeleton nudged his head towards the Darkner, who still seemed to be absorbed in the sugary oasis.

“That's Ralsei,” Kris replied. “He's a friend.”

“oh hey, that's neat,” Sans said as he finally moved to sit upright. “yaknow i was just about to take my break and come ask ya if you were ready to baby sit my little bro for me, but since it seems you're busy we'll just have to schedule it for another day.”

Even though Kris didn't have any control over his body, he could still tell that the individual in charge took Sans' words like a punch to the gut. Why was this guy's brother so damn important?

“Hey Kris, could you get me this please?” Ralsei asked, breaking up the one-sided conversation between Sans and the teen. He slapped a bag of gummy worms on the counter using his scarf like a hand again.

His pleading puppy dog eyes and smile were literally impossible to say no to.

“Yeah, sure,” Kris agreed with a small dejected sigh. He pulled out a dollar from his pocket and-

“that'll be two bucks kid.”

WHAT?! Two dollars for that small bag of candy? Sans was running a damn racket in here! Kris looked the skeleton dead in the eyes as he pulled out another dollar and handed the money over.

“thank ya kindly,” he said while lazily stowing the bills into the cash register.

As expensive as the candy might have been, the teen couldn't feel bad about it for too long. Ralsei seemed super happy to have them, excited even.

“I didn't know you had worms like these!” the prince beamed as he followed Kris to the door. “Lancer will be so excited to see this! I can't wait to show him! I wonder if I can use these instead of our worms to make a cake... hmmm...”

While Ralsei was busy with his own thoughts Kris took a moment to look back at Sans, who had reassumed his previous position of leaning back in his chair as he started on the newspaper's Sudoku. The skeleton looked up from his work for a split second to stare at the teen dead in the eyes again before returning to his work.

God I hate that shit-eating grin, Kris muttered into the void as the shop's door closed behind the pair.

#deltarune #delta rune #kris #ralsei #minisfic #i wrote this in one sitting if something's still a little wonky oh well

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haikyuu-imagines-blog · 7 years

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Kuroo Tetsurou - Relationship in 5 Steps

∠ words - 3k

∠ genre - fluff

∠ summary - Do you want to know what it's like to be adored by one of Haikyuu!!'s characters? Do you want to know five easy steps they would use to make you theirs? Read to find out.

∠ masterlist

∠ yep, this is a new series, but I won’t post five separate chapters for every character, but just one. I hope you will enjoy, I worked hard for it. It is a piece of my heart - treat it well.

∠ Bokuto Kouratou ver. | Oikawa Tooru ver. | Sawamura Daichi ver. ∠

∠ being noticed

Kuroo closed his eyes, desperately trying to bury the unsettling feeling that welcomed itself into his life a few days ago, on the day when he laid his eyes on you. At first, the sudden attraction had seemed to be just like one of his previous quirks, which were easily forgotten the day after and not remembered since. Although, you surprisingly, were some kind of anomaly, which rooted in his subconscious immediately and didn't exactly want to leave.

He was strangely okay with how the situation was going on, however, the only con was the fact that you didn't know who the hell he was and the plan to get closer to you became ten times more complicated than it already was. Poor Kuroo was so deeply into his little crush, that it was hard for him to sit still with his growing excitement upon seeing you for the first time that day.

He secretly eyed you, giving you silent kudos for the jewelry choice. Your rainbow-shaped earrings made a nice contrast to your official, school uniform and even though, you probably didn't want to stand out of the crowd - to him, you were the only shining star in the room. He couldn't focus on anything, but you the whole time.

Lessons were long and usually boring, so he couldn't help but steal a few glances at you from time to time, cheering happily inside that no one saw his growing obsession with the way you put annoying hairs behind your ear.

''You got it bad, prince charming.'' Scoffed Yaku, turning to face him when the lunch break began.

''I don't have anything.'' He replied smoothly, clearly failing to assure his classmate that he was wrong. ''Does it show that much?'' He quietly asked after a minute of silence between them.

''Yeah, it's almost too obvious to handle.'' They didn't bother to continue their conversation after that.

His time at school was finally moving towards its end and since he didn't have practice later, he could just walk lazily home and then relax with a hot drink and a good movie in the background. His knee was bouncing up and down, aching but still going like crazy and the quick looks he was giving you, became even more frequent and lingering. Not that he minded.

But it was just his luck that in the moment when the last bell in his day rang, signaling long desired freedom, you turned to him catching his curious eyes, which were observing your smaller form. His insides froze along with his limbs and will to live and when he was finally ready to perform seppuku in front of his class - you sent him a big, toothy grin. Then you and waved happily and skipped towards the door like nothing had happened. Like you hadn't made Tetsurou the happiest man alive.

He has been just noticed and it was the best feeling in the whole world.

∠being friends

The black-haired and also very bored Kuroo Tetsurou was aggressively flipping his biology book, giving it no mercy. The colorful pages tore in some places, crumbled or even left the book for eternity. He tried to care about it, he really did. However, it's been ten minutes since the time you had said you would call him and he was slowly going bonkers in his freshly cleaned room. He didn't want to mention that he had already cleaned it five times, trying to pass hours quicker.

Since that memorable day, when you had finally acknowledged his presence, you two have grown closer with each day and now he could proudly admit that you two were friends. Not want he wanted, but more than he expected. Kuroo finally knew much more about you, not only your looks. If he was being honest, he would describe your personality as a very similar to your earrings choices: shiny, funny and that kind, which made you feel good about yourself.

His main hope was that you saw him in a good light too, it was one of his the most important matters. And just when he wanted to dig deeper into the thoughts that kept his brain hostage, the phone laying directly in front of him lit up and let out some famous song. He clumsily took it and hesitated for a mere second before picking up.

''Hi!'' You both yelled at the same time and then laughed loudly at how stupid your behavior was. He relaxed after that and let himself be filled with your lovely voice, swallowing every word as you told him about your day and today's events. His turn to rant came way too quickly, but it didn't stop him from whining about the fight he had with his mum about the habit of not picking up his gym clothes from under his bed and patiently absorbed your advice about the problem.

''I think I'm going to hit the shower now because school is tomorrow and I don't want to be late like last time when we stayed on the line for too long.'' You giggled at the memory and he slightly smiled, preparing for goodbyes.

''Sure, I'm not stopping you.''

''But you kinda want to, right?'' You asked quietly.

''Yeah.'' He heard you sigh from the other side. It was a shame you were so far away, he really wanted to see the emotions on you face in that moment.

''Talk to you tomorrow, Tetsu.'' You said eventually, making loud kissy sounds and eventually hung up, but he didn't register it. There was only one thing he could focus on.

You called him by his given name for the first time and he didn't want to forget how your voice sounded with it on your lips.

∠ asking out

''This movie is shitty.'' You stated seriously, shooting him a glare from your spot on the couch. He only winced and gave you a silly smile in return, already regretting listening to Bokuto. Your eyes went back to the screen, as your hand dived into a bowl full of popcorn.

''Sorry, sorry. I will choose better next time.''

''There won't be next time Tetsurou.'' Unknown words stucked in his throat before they could leave, eyes wandering around the room in disappointment. He couldn't believe you were THAT angry. ''You will never choose a movie again, I swear to God. It's my turn forever, don't even try to argue.'' He nodded in agreement, hoping you didn't see how he breathed out in relief that you weren't really mad.

To be absolutely honest, the movie wasn't all that bad in his opinion, but he wasn't an expert and probably shouldn't be asked about it. Volleyball ate a lot of his time and he preferred to spend the free one with people he loved, so that was it. If they wanted to watch something, that's alright, but it wasn't a frequent request.

However, you seemed to be crazy about it. Some days, you couldn't last more than ten minutes without talking about some new film or actors he has never heard about. Although in exchange, he could talk about his practices, so it was very nice.

And about his dirty, little secret - he was able to control his feelings for you easily now. No one, who already didn't know wouldn't catch on - including you. After the weird incident with the phone call, when you started to call him by his name, he tried to calm himself a little and not behave like a lovestruck idiot. Kuroo would literally kill himself if he made you uncomfortable or repulsed. And also he didn't really have any occasion to give much thought to his infatuation because your birthday was approaching and his gift must be the best one that year.

There was going to be a movie marathon of very old productions, some of them were even black and white. It's streaked his interest immediately and since he didn't hear a word about it from you, he was right to believe that you were simply unaware something like this was happening in your hometown. He has bought two tickets, packed them nicely and waited for a good moment to give it to you. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, something just had to go wrong.

''Tetsurou, did you tell f/n-chan about these movies or something?'' His mum, who has come back from work five minutes ago, yelled from the other room not realising her mistake. You ears seemed to perk curiously at the newfound information and you quickly sent him a questioning look.realising her mistake. You ears seemed to perk curiously at the newfound information and you quickly sent him a questioning look.

''You gonna tell me about it or what?'' You asked, standing up and sitting closer to him after he didn't respond to your silent plea. He decided to just give up before puppy eyes appear on your face.

''Yhm, I kind of - bought two tickets to movie marathon and was wondering if you wanted to go? I was supposed to your birthday present, but-'' He wildly gestured towards the place him mother was in. ''-this happened.'' You smiled somehow differently, ruffling his already messy hair, making his heart race.

''It's so cute, Tetsu! It's a date then.'' You winked and came back to your previous spot like you just hadn't changed Kuroo's entire life.

But it's a date then, he guessed.

∠ first kiss

'What the hell is wrong with you?'

'I'm just frustrated f/n, I've told you to leave me alone.'

��'But I don't want to leave you alone in this situation! Please, accept my support!’' He sighed and covered his face with a sweaty hand. His team had been destroyed in today's match and he couldn't do anything to change it. Some of the most important players hadn't attended, because of reasons and this made them almost unable to play. His teammates had fought like hungry animals, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough. The aftermath of the match left him unsatisfied and not easy to communicate with, however, you tried anyway. It was greatly annoying, but he also couldn't help but appreciate your soothing presence.

He drew a deep breath, which seemed a little shaky at the beginning as if he was ready to cry, but quickly collected himself. His now dry palm slowly fell from his face and moved against his will towards your form. You looked uncertain for a second, before enveloping it with your bony fingers and hugging it tightly to your chest, right next to the heart. Kuroo felt its fastened beating and immediately felt guilty for causing you so much stress, especially since you didn't deserve any of thing. You weren't his punching bag, but a person he held deep feelings for.

‘'I'm sorry.’' He whispered, closing his eyes as his shoulders dropped a little.

'’It's okay Tetsu, I understand.'’ Your lips kissed his knuckles and then you cuddled your cheek to the back of his hand, clearly needing comfort and affection. His heart melted at the sight but it didn't erase that swallowing disappointment, which was still following him after the brutal loss he experienced today. You noticed it faster than he anticipated and opened a mouth like you wanted to say something but closed it, deciding not to. Maybe the silence was the best medicine for now.

Half an hour later, the volleyball team was ready to leave and you all headed home. They bluntly ignored the heavy atmosphere between you and Kuroo after your exchange of words and both of you were thankful for it. They didn't need that kind of burden right now. Your relationship, your problem.

Everybody was slowly leaving, going their own ways until finally, you two were alone again. Kuroo didn't utter a single word for a long while and you thought that it would be smart to give him time and wait until he was ready to clear the air between you. Although it was awkward you still held hand as Tetsurou walked you home.

When you arrived, you didn't look at each other not knowing exactly what to do. It was the first time something like this happened and the unsureness of how to behave in such situations was very visible. You obviously still explored one another and the boundaries surrounding you, which obviously could cause some major misunderstandings. However, nothing good came without a little pain and proper fight for it.

‘'So-'’ He started and you in a mere second looked up, staring at his face with such insensitivity your eyes almost fell out. ‘'-are we okay?’' He asked, scratching the back off his head. That gesture always made you smile, because it made his hair even wilder. He was very handsome with that look.

'’Of course, Tetsurou. Nothing bad happened in the first place. This day just sucks.’' You laughed loudly, coming back to yourself after hours of being grumpy and feeling rather out of place.

'’It sure does.’' He repeated after you and your doorstep soon became a place full of giggles and chuckles Kuroo didn't know how desperately he craved for the whole time without them. Things were fine.

‘'I like you very much, you know?’' You said, enveloping his slim neck in a warm hug, which he returned not even a second later.

‘'I really like you, too.'’ He breathed into your ear, before giving it a butterfly kiss. You stayed like that, not leaving the embrace that gave you the security you deserved and absolutely loved.

The way you turned and hopefully will turn Kuroo's world upside down was indescribable. In such short time, you were able to brighten his days without much work. You were incredible. The only one in this universe who had him for every command. He wasn't even ashamed to admit it, more like proud of being stupidly in love.

'’Tetsu?'’

‘'Yeah?'’

‘'Could you close your eyes for a second?’' That whispered question honestly threw him off of guard, you didn't plan on slapping him or something? He kinda liked his face, a lot actually. He would mourn if something terrible happened to it, however, as a good slave, he followed your request.

And waited. And waited. What did you wa--

‘'Ah, screw it.'’ You hissed before something hit him. Right on his lips. Probably your own pair. Warm, plump with flavored lip gloss on it - apples, he dared to guess. He was stunned for a while and before he could react or so much kiss back, you departed from him.

‘'You didn't like it?'’ The hurt expression on your face hit him hard and fast. You totally didn't understand his intentions or rather the fact that he was too frozen to do anything.

'’That's not it! You just surprised me, I didn't expect that’.' He pecked your lips quickly as a sign that everything was more than okay and you relaxed against his body.

'’I'm glad.’' You said and skipped happily to your door. ‘'Good night, Kuroo Tetsurou. Next move is yours to make.’' You shot him a teasing smile and disappeared behind your doors, leaving him to the cold night and lonely streets.

He would never say it to anyone, even himself that the fact you were the one to take the lead turned him on, a lot.

∠ being a couple

''Will you tell me why am I getting a silent treatment?'' The question left his mouth for the third time that week, less angry than before, but more desperate.

Although you gave no answer just like you had done previously, you eventually sent him a tired look and sighed. It was a better response than he expected and it made him satisfied for a little while. Which lasted approximately two minutes.

''Okay, I didn't flirt with anyone, didn't say anything mean, remembered everything important and even bought you food this week!'' His hands fled dramatically to his black hair, tugging it in every direction. ''Am I being to nice to my own girlfriend?!'' Then he dropped to his knees, faking sobs and loud cries.

''I'm not your girlfriend.'' You icy cold voice broke his focus on feeling sorry for himself and he stared at you, suddenly terrified. His hopes and dreams shattered, and pieces of them started swirling in his head, bouncing against the walls and finally falling onto his imagined ground in his mind, defeated.

''Yet.'' You added grimacing, but your eyes shined with amusement upon noticing his small breakdown. ''You've never asked me, baby.'' And with that Kuroo almost laughed, almost.

''You, young lady, need to stop with this stupid, unnecessary breaks between sentences and words, because honestly, they suck and well, they are going to give me a heart attack someday. Thank you very much.'' The Sun was slowly leaving your side of the Earth creating an artwork of the sky. Pinkish and reddish colours reflected on your face, showing him a side of you, he hadn't had a pleasure of meeting. Open windows welcomed warm breeze into your home, which moved your earnings, shaped as sunflowers. You laughed softly and he was one hundred percent sure he was never going to love someone as much as he loved you right in that moment.

His hands, unlike his body, were cold as they made their way to yours. You flinched, but didn't push him and both of you knew there was no turning back. Your eyebrows raised slightly in anticipation, however, you tried your hardest not show how long you've waited for what was to come. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

''S/o, will you do me an honour and--''

''Are you proposing?'' Your mocking voice interrupted. ''Because if you are I have to say no, we are too young, baby.''

''How about you shut up and let me finish?''

''You go, tiger.'' Let's just say that romantic atmosphere has been brutally murdered.

''Okay, you have to be my girlfriend, because I said so and you destroyed my beautiful proposal, so you owe me.'' He said on your breath, smiling. It was the smoothest thing that came out of his mouth, now they can seriously call him a master of love and sex.

''Yeah, sounds great.'' You answered, without much thinking and reached out for a phone. ''So pizza toning or what?''

''Yeah, pizza is good.'' Maybe he was lame, or even you both were. Maybe even your love was lame, but he wouldn't have it any other way. You deserved each other, fought for each other and hopefully will be with each other forever.

(Or at least for the next two hours, because he was broke and someone needed to pay for the pizza)

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“Thank Goodness for Crazy”

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Part VI: A Day in My New Life

Pairing: Erwin/Reader;

Summary: Reader is just your regular gal from our world, but that changed one day when she woke up in the world of Titans. Giving a fake name to Erwin Smith who found her, she tries to understand the world she’s thrust upon and to survive in it. And try she did. And she thinks she could be Mulan, now. But then she found out it wasn’t that easy.

Note to self: think twice before enlisting for the military. Mulan sure made it seem easy. With just one round of “Make a Man Out of You”, they’re all experts at hand on hand combat and at firing missiles.

Me? I’m a heap on the floor, with my body aching all over.

My chest moves up and down rapidly as I try my best to catch my breath. A gentle laugh rang around; it was almost musical. Then a hand reached out to me.

“Come now, just one more round and we’ll call it a day.” My teacher Erwin said, urging me to grab his hand.

“No... hah, … Can’t we … ahh … take … a break? Hah” Impossible. I can hardly lift my head, let alone the rest of my body. Erwin then laid down beside me, both of us staring at the smog free sky.

As I lay there catching my breath, I can’t help but remember the look on Erwin’s face when I told him I wanted to join the Survey Corps.

His eyes were like saucers, and you don’t need to be a master of observation to say that he was surprised out of his mind.

I really don’t know if I should take it as a complement or as an insult.

Anyhow, once he recovered from his state of surprise, he gave me his answer: “No.”

“What do you mean no?” I practically yelled at him. Seriously, my voice was so high-pitched it rivals Bernadette’s voice from the Big Bang Theory.

“It’s far too dangerous! You saw how it is outside the walls, you were in the middle of it all!”

For a moment there I just stared at him with my mouth hanging agape. I gotta say, hearing Erwin scream at me is scary. I felt like I’ve done something terrible and I sure am going to pay for it bigtime.

Also, I’m taken aback by his intensity. Like, what is your problem, Erwin? Is he that concerned about me?

Composing himself, he spoke again. He was still obviously on edge, but he did his best to keep his tone in check. It was painfully obvious.

“There is a high number of casualty every expedition, and most of them are new recruits. New soldiers who spent the last three years training.”

With a sharp, intake of breath I finally found my voice, “alright. I understand, but that’s why I want you to teach me. Come on, if you think I’m not ready then don’t let me out the wall. Please?” And I gave him the best puppy eyes I could muster.

A poke on my cheek tore me from my thoughts.

“What are you smiling about?” Inquired Erwin, a playful grin on his mouth.

“I was smiling? I can hardly breathe; I doubt I was smiling.” I said. Clearly, my argument is weak as I can breathe perfectly fine now. Apparently, my little flashback was a good five minutes.

Erwin just looked at me, the bastard doesn’t believe me. Ugh.

Yielding, I told him the truth, “I was thinking about how I convinced you to train me. You looked so funny with your eyes all big and round.”

He laughed at that. “Well, it was the last thing I thought I’d ever hear from you.” Turning his body sideways to look at me, he went on, “You just doesn’t seem like someone who’d hurt a fly.”

Mimicking his move, I looked him straight in the eye and told him in the most serious tone I could, “you thought wrong.” I also threw in the most wicked smile I can do.

We soon forgot to resume training and spent the rest of our time talking. We mostly talked about my world as Erwin is tight lipped about his childhood.

So I spun some crazy, wonderful world for him based on Pokémon and Game of Thrones. The thing about Pokémon masters and their trustworthy partners catches his attention. I think we’re both thinking about controlling titans.

“I’ve been a soldier for almost two decades, and I’ve never seen a single titan that can be domesticated.” Bingo. He is thinking about it, too.

“Yeah, well that would just be crazy.”

And our topic went to the most random things, like food, animals, fish and plants that can be found within the walls. It was very limited – they don’t even know monkeys. It took me ten minutes just to describe monkeys. Who would’ve thought it’d be hard to convey? It’s like trying to describe a fucking color.

The sunset alerted us that we wasted yet another day on idle chatter. Honestly, we train for like, three hours a day. In between Erwin’s busy schedule and my motor-mouth, we can’t get much done.

The grass crunched as Erwin stood up, he then offered his hand and helped me stand.

By this time, almost every other officer is in the mess hall. I’ve been here for a while and I’m glad to say that I’ve made friends.

“Andi!” Hange squealed when she saw me enter. This woman’s so noisy! She literally grabbed me violently away from Erwin, and dragged me to “our” table. Turns out she just finished crafting a net for catching a titan.

Erwin soon arrived and can’t do anything aside from sighing and shaking his head in exasperation. He knows he can’t win against Hange when it comes to handling me.

You might have guessed that Hange can be really rough. I don’t really mind, but there are times she leaves bruises. I don’t really know if this crazy bitch loves me or hates me. But I guess it’s just that she’s excited like all the freaking time.

Erwin, on the other hand treats me like I’m breakable. To be honest, it makes me feel nice. But most of the time it’s disappointing to be thought of as someone weak. I think I get where feminists are coming from. But that’s neither here nor there.

The only person who acts pretty much normally around me is Nanaba, whom I thought she was a really cute guy at first. And let me just say that the first few days between us was awkward. Don’t ask why, I feel embarrassment all over again.

Anyways, Hange was still blabbering about god-knows-what as we eat. I assume it’s the usual titan crap. Honestly, after the initial excitement, I soon got tired of hearing about it. I was so successful in tuning her out that I didn’t realize someone else was talking, and was talking to me.

“Damn Erwin, you broke Andi!” My dear friend Nanaba complained. Apparently, she’s been talking for a while.

“What?” I asked to no one in particular. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I become flustered about this.

“I was asking if you’d like to spar some time. You’ve been training for a month now, and by Erwin at that. I’m sure you’ll do fine against me.” Nanaba answered. Her face was so freaking serious I can’t help but just swallow some nonexistent saliva, as my throat was suddenly dry.

I’m nervous, of course! I’ve only been training for almost a month, and only on basic hand on hand combat. Nanaba, on the other hand has been a soldier for a couple of years, and has spent three years before that training.

I guess my fear was apparent – I don’t know which gave me away; my skin probably turning a sickly green, extreme goosebumps you’ll think I have to poop, or my hand shaking – that Mike, the equivalent of a bomb-sniffing dog spoke up, “you’re scaring her Nanaba. Turn that evilness in your eyes down a notch.”

Good thing it was him that spoke. Nanaba tends to listen more to him, I’ll make sure to remember that so I could tease her. And boy, I’ll take pleasure in her flustered face.

I was just starting to recover from anxiety when Erwin spoke up, “I wouldn’t be so confident if I were you, Nanaba.” And with that, a cocky smile played on his lips. Unexpectedly, Mike was the one who answered him.

“Really now, Erwin? Nanaba can do jabs in her sleep.”

“Wonderful. Andi here can render a man unconscious with her powerful roundhouse kick. I’m not sure if a mere jab would be effective against that.”

“Oh, that’d be difficult. But it wouldn’t be a problem if the kick didn’t hit in the first place.”

Oh my god. I guess wherever you are, boys will be boys. The rest of us watched in awe as this goes on back and forth between them. Me and Nanaba had the same face, a mix of surprise and annoyance.

Damn Erwin haven’t even taught me the kicks. All he did was make me punch a bag and work on my foot work, we’ll lay down trying to breathe that’s only me, though), talk, then call it a day.

I haven’t even learned how to operate that zip line thingy they call a 3DM gear.

Dinner time ended with Erwin and Mike passive-aggressively “attacking” each other. I honestly can’t tell if those were friendly jabs or not, but I seriously couldn’t care less because I am going to have a duel with Nanaba a week from now!

Hange, being the asshole that she is decided to make the event “fun” and have bets. And this only hyped up the boys, like they’re the ones fighting.

The walk back to my room was silent. I can’t deny that I’m both pissed and anxious about the events, and when I’m like this I really don’t want to talk. Good thing Erwin was silent as well. As we reached our rooms and I opened my door, Erwin broke the silence.

“We’ll begin training tomorrow at five in the morning.” His face was so serious you’d think he was outside the walls facing off one on one with a titan.

All I did was mutter a weak “ok.” He then ruffled my hair and went off to who-knows-where. I guess he’ll be making a special training regimen for me, his room is right next to mine! I gulped and made a silent wish, “this better make me a fucking good soldier someday.”

#thank goodness for crazy #mod max #Erwin Smith #erwin smith x reader #snk fanfic #snk fanfiction #series

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