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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months

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I expanded on this.

The gate to hell was closed, and Vecna was dead. Unfortunately, Max and Eddie were still in a coma. Things were starting to change in Hawkins, and for a lot of people, it was a welcome change. . .for the more conservative, however, it was almost like the end of the world. While Max and Eddie slept, several people packed up and left the town they no longer believed was safe. They simply refused to believe that Eddie wasn't the killer or that he wasn't possessed by Satan.

In their place, freaks like Eddie started moving into their homes. It was metalheads who wanted to support their fellow comrades, and it was nerds who wanted to know that people like them no longer had people coming after him. It was also people like Eddie, people like Robin, and people like Steve who came to support someone who they felt like he was one of their own even though they had no way of knowing. Soon, it became a safe place for metalheads, nerds, and for the queer folk. It became such a safe place for them that Robin, Steve, and Will felt comfortable enough to come out to the party.

The only downside were the conspiracy theorists that followed everyone else and the insane people who believed that they were in love with Eddie. The overwhelming number of people who moved into Hawkins became too much, even if they meant well, even if they wanted to show support for Eddie. They needed more people on the police force, which meant bringing Hopper in back as Chief, something Powell had been grateful for.

"I still can't believe it," Robin rambled as she stacked videotapes. "Who knew that Vecna tearing a hole in the middle of Hawkins would lead it to becoming, like San Franciso?"

"Yeah, did you know the Hideout is basically a gay bar now?" Steve asked.

"What?! No!" Robin shrieked as she dropped a tape and then she narrowed her eyes. "Wait. . .how do you know? . . . Steve Muriel Harrington, did you go and have a one-night stand?"

"Shut up, I should have never told you my middle name. I couldn't sleep, okay?" Steve blushed.

"Okay, so, how much did this guy look like Eddie?" Robin asked.

"Not at all," Steve scoffed. "Okay, a little bit . . . a lot! He looked a lot like Eddie, but he was mean. I know that Eddie could be an asshole, but he was too mean. . . too rude to the bartender who was serving him drinks. It made me feel good about giving him a fake number and a fake name."

"So, how often did you call him Eddie while you were pounding away inside of him?" Robin said.

"You ever think we should consider the whole boundary thing that Nancy says we should have?" Steve asked.

"Okay, so several times then," Robin grinned. "Nance is joking because where is the fun in having boundaries?"

"By the way, there was no . . . um, you know. . .," Steve said, blushing.

"Penetration?" she asked.

"Nope," Steve replied.

"You're hoping to save that for Eddie, aren't you?" Robin asked, grinning and then looked at him softly. "He's going to wake up, you know. So is Max. Being possessed by an evil wizard takes a lot out of people. It has to. They just need to rest."

"I know," he said.

The bell above the door rang, and Vickie burst through, her face shining in excitement. She ran towards Robin and didn't skid to a stop in time, causing the tapes in Robin's arms to spill onto the floor.

"Sorry," Vickie squeaked.

"It's not a problem. I've done worse," Robin said with a wide grin, her eyes as shiny as Vickie's face.

"I got asked out by a woman! Though she wasn't the one that I wanted to ask me out or the one that I wanted to ask out, actually. Though she was hot, and I definitely have a thing for women with pretty blue eyes," Vickie rambled. "Anyway, after I rejected her, but I did it very nicely, I came here because I wanted to ask you out. I understand if you don't want to. I totally would get through it because I'd want you in my life no matter what. Yeah, right, I actually have to ask you out. Will you go out with me?"

They were still kneeling on the floor in the middle of a bunch of video tapes. Robin stared at her for a moment before grinning.

"Yeah, I would love to!" Robin exclaimed.

"Great!" Vickie exclaimed and surged forward to kiss her.

The kiss was quick, and she broke it to help Robin pick up the tapes. Vickie mumbled something about heading to work and kissed Robin again before rushing out the door. Robin gaped at the door before turning to Steve, who's mouth was also opened. They moved towards each other at the same time. They screamed and started jumping at the same time. Steve hugged Robin tightly. She pulled back and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Don't worry, Steve. If it happened for me then it's going to happen for you," Robin said. "That's how platonic soulmates work, right?"

"Duh," Steve rolled his eyes affectionately.

The bell above the door rang, and they turned their heads at the same time. Hopper walked in. Steve frowned. Was he really expecting Eddie to walk in and ask him out?

"Am I interrupting something?" Hopper asked.

"Vickie asked me out!" Robin blurted out.

"She the girl you kept going on about?" Hopper asked.

"Yeah," she said dreamily.

"I'm happy for you. You know, uh, that Gareth kid asked out Will," Hopper replied.

"Gareth and Will? I didn't even know they were friends," Steve said in surprise.

"Yeah, Gareth was upset about Eddie, sitting by his beside. Will was volunteering as usual and he comforted him," Hopper said.

"Will is such a precious angel," Robin said fondly.

"Yeah," Hopper said, a proud look on his face.

"Aw, proud dad," Robin said.

"Isn't Gareth a little bit older?" Steve asked.

"Only by two years," Hopper scoffed. "I like the guy. He's pretty respectful of Will and the three inches rule so I'll allow it for now."

"As long as it's not Mike, right?" Steve asked with a grin.

"Hey, I like the guy as long as none of my kids are dating him," Hopper said. "Which thankfully none are. I actually came here to talk to you, Steve."

"Look, I think of you like a dad and I like Joyce too much so I'm going to have to turn you down," Steve quipped and Robin snorted with laughter.

"Don't make me shoot you, kid," Hopper said, the corners of his mouth twitching. "I'd hate to kill a potential deputy."

"What?!" Steve and Robin asked.

"Look, as you know, we're kind of overrun over there even with Owens providing some agents as deputies," Hopper said. "I know you don't trust anyone of those goons, neither do I but we need the help and I kind of need to someone else that I trust around there. I know you guys have a thing about cops too but sometimes the best thing is to fix it from the inside, and I trust what you have to say. You're a good kid, with good instincts, and I think you would make a good cop. Just think about it."

"Well, then we wouldn't be working together," Robin said with wide eyes.

"You're welcome to help out around the station part time, kid. I'd hate to break up the set," Hopper said. "Your mom told me you were looking for a second job. What do you call each other again? Oh, yeah. Platonic soulmates."

"Platonic with a capital P!" they said, leaning their heads together.

"Let me confer with my soulmate for a moment," Robin said.

They moved to the back to the store and pressed their foreheads together, whispering. It was only a couple of minutes later before they were back again.

"We'll take the job!" Robin and Steve exclaimed.

Now, here they were several weeks later, and Steve had settled into his role as a deputy pretty well. It was hard work and a pretty good distraction from the fact that Eddie, as well as Max, wasn't awake. Now that school had let out for the summer and Robin had graduated, she was now working part-time at the station. The crowd outside the hospital was still sitting in wait for the day their lord and savior, Eddie Munson would awaken. Some days, they were quiet and settled. Other days, they grew quite rowdy, and there are more days now where they were restless. Hopper swore they would get bored eventually, and it wasn't like they were violent. . .well, aside from a rare few. So far, they were just eager to know that one of their own was okay, which Steve thought was kind of sweet. Steve was filling out paperwork at his desk, ignoring the balls of paper Robin was throwing at him, when Hopper came barreling out of his office looking pale.

"Chief?" Steve asked.

"They're awake," Hopper said.

Steve didn't hesitate to follow Hopper out the door, and Robin followed quickly behind him. They went to see Max first, and they her sitting up slightly, her new glasses on her face. Lucas, El, and Susan surrounded her bed.

"Did I miss anything?" Max asked and then grinned. "Ew, Steve, are you a cop? Disgusting."

"I'll forgive you for that, but so you know, once you are up and moving around, I'll have something to say," Steve said. "I might even get a lawyer because I believe that's slander, Mayfield."

"If your lawyer is Dustin, he's not going to do well against Nancy," Max laughed.

"Ooh, your lawyer is Nancy? Yeah, Dustin's toast," Robin said.

"You make a good cop, Steve," Max said softly. "If anyone can make those lazy cops get off their asses, it's you. You're an example of what a good cop should be, Steve."

"Thanks, Max," Steve said, looking touched. "Glad you're awake, kid."

"So, I have to ask. . .the full grown mustache. . . Are you trying to look like Hopper?" Max asked.

"What? No?!" Steve exclaimed.

"He does think of Hopper like a dad," Robin pointed out.

"Aww, Steve, do you want Hopper to be your dad?" Max teased.

"Leaving now," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

He made it to Eddie's room and stood in front of it. He was trembling in excitement, but he was also nervous. Before he became a cop, he was here almost every day holding his hand. In that time, he got to know Wayne and Eddie's friends. He also got to know Eddie some more from the stories they told. They were weary about him at first, but once they saw how much he cared, they accepted him easily. Once Steve got them talking about Eddie, they couldn't shut up. Steve took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. He pushed open the door and strolled in. The members of Hellfire and Corrded Coffin had surrounded Eddie's beside. Wayne wouldn't be there yet, seeing as he was stuck at work. Calling him had been the first thing he had done when he got to the hospital. Eddie was sitting up, grinning, and then he spotted Steve. Eddie frowned in confusion.

"Harrington! You've been working so hard we were starting to forget what you looked like," Jeff said. "Damn, baby, you fill out that uniform good."

Jeff started wolf whistling, and the other boys soon followed.

"Alright! Cut it out!" Steve laughed. "What did I say about flirting with me to get my grandmother's brownie recipe, Jeffrey?"

"To keep doing it," Jeff grinned.

"No, no, I did not say that besides, I know I'm not your type," Steve laughed.

"What? Since when is a man with good hair and meaty thighs not my type?" Jeff cackled.

"Argyle doesn't have a problem with it?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Please, Argyle doesn't have a jealous bone in his body. Besides, so far, it's just sex," he grinned. "Really good sex."

"Wait. . .so, Steve knows about you? You're flirting with Steve. . .wait, are you friends with my friends?" Eddie asked.

"Actually, they're my friends now, too, Eddie. We share custody," Steve said proudly.

"Aw, Dad, we finally have a mother, and he makes the best brownies," Gareth said, leaning heavily onto Steve’s shoulder.

"Fuck off, Emerson," Steve laughed.

"By the way, since when are you a cop?" Eddie asked.

"Things around here have gotten a bit overwhelmed since you've been asleep," Steve shrugged.

"Yeah, Hawkins has gotten a lot more interesting since you decided to be lazy, Munson," Frankie said.

"It's very, very good," Gareth grinned.

"What the hell does that mean?" Eddie asked.

"You'll never believe it until you see it," Frankie said.

Hopper popped his head in for a moment and whispered in Steve's ear. He smirked and looked over at Eddie, who was staring at them in confusion. Steve wiggled his fingers at him. Hopper tipped his hat at Eddie before leaving. Steve leaned down and whispered in Gareth's ear, and he grinned, jumping up.

"Alright, boys," Gareth said. "Teddy wants to talk to us. He's probably quite eager for Eddie to start playing at the Hideout again!"

They said goodbye to him one by one, and then they were gone. Steve went to take Gareth's seat but was impeded by the crumbs he left behind. Steve started muttering as he turned around to clean it off, giving Eddie a clear view of his ass. Suddenly, Eddie's heart monitor started beeping a little louder. Steve whirled around.

"Eddie!" Steve exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think I accidentally, uh, messed with one of the wires," Eddie blushed.

"Okay," Steve frowned, looking at him, thoughtfully.

He turned around again and started swiping off the crumbs. Eddie's heart monitor went off again, and Steve turned around again.

"I swear! I am trying not to touch them!" Eddie shrieked. "Just sit down, man! Forget about the crumbs."

Confused by his reaction, Steve sat down, crossing his legs like he usually did. Eddie groaned and leaned his head back.

"Your uncle wanted to be here, but unfortunately, he missed a lot of days sitting by your beside, so he can't get away. The compensation money only went so far, and you guys also got a house out of it," Steve said, grinning.

"Wait, an actual house?!" Eddie asked.

"With your own rooms and everything," Steve replied. "Of course, you'll still be living next door to the Mayfields. I think Wayne insisted on it."

"Really?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, Susan and Wayne have gotten friendly over the last few months," Steve shrugged.

"How friendly?" Eddie asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, he is the one who pulled Susan's head out of her own ass. Her drinking got worse after Max went into the coma. It nearly killed her. I was visiting with Wayne when I decided to go check in on Susan, and we found her unresponsive. When we finally got her sober enough, Wayne gave her quite the talking too," Steve said, and then he deepened his voice to sound like Wayne. "I ain't gonna yell at you, but I am going to tell you God's honest truth. I heard a lot about that husband and stepson of yours to know that you put that little girl through hell. You didn't lift a single finger to stop it. If you die now and that girl wakes up, it's always going to hang over her head that she wasn't enough for you to do better, that she deserved the crap you put her through. You owe it to her now to prove to her that she is enough and that you can do better. I expect you to be clean and waiting by her beside when she wakes up. Don't do it for me, don't do it for you. . .do it for her."

"Damn, that sounds exactly like Uncle Wayne," Eddie said, blinking back tears. "It worked?"

"Yeah, she's even therapy now working on her issues. She's really grateful for Wayne," Steve smiled.

"Good for her, I'm glad it worked on someone's parents," Eddie sighed.

"Yeah, Wayne's the best, I wish my dad was more like him," Steve said.

"Dads can be such assholes. Guess it's not just mine?" Eddie asked, and Steve shook his head. "So, when can I leave here? The food here is just awful. . .company isn't so bad, though."

"Once the doctor clears both you and Max, you guys should be able to go home by this evening," Steve said. "By the way, you are in luck. I'm the one who's going to be taking you home."

"Lucky me. . .so we won, huh?" Eddie asked.

"In more ways than one," Steve grinned.

Once they were ready to leave, Steve wheeled him out to the back of the hospital.

"I guess the protesters are out front," Eddie muttered.

"Something like that," Steve said and wheeled him over to his car.

He helped Eddie out of the wheelchair, catching him around the waist when the metalhead stumbled. They were really close now, their noses practically brushing up against each other's. Steve could feel Eddie's breath against his lips.

"Uh, I'd like to sit down," Eddie said awkwardly.

"Right, right," Steve said.

He cleared his throat and set Eddie in the passenger's seat. He pulled out of the hospital and frowned. For once, the usual people weren't there. Where the hell did they go? Steve got his answer a moment later when he saw them lined up on the sidewalk leaving the hospital. Eddie had to do a double take when he saw them walking down the street.

"What the fuck?! Steve. . .where the hell are we?" Eddie asked.

"We're in Hawkins, dude," Steve replied.

"Um, no the fuck we're not. What did I just see? There's more of them!" Eddie exclaimed as he stuck his head out the window.

"Oh my God! ls that Eddie Munson?!" A girl shrieks, and Eddie freezes. "EDDIE! I LOVE YOU!"

"Oh my God! Steve. She's chasing after the car like a goddamn dog! Steve! She's fucking fast! You tell me where the fuck we actually are right this instant, Steven, because there is no way this is fucking Hawkins! Are you - are you laughing at me? Steve!!" Eddie shrieked.

Steve pulled him down by his belt, and Eddie glared at him as he rolled up the window.

"Okay, so, after you slipped into your coma, the gates closed, and you were cleared of all charges, a lot of people started to leave. Most of them were uptight conservatives, of course. Word started spreading about you and how you were framed for murder. Slowly, it started off with the metalheads coming to town to support one of their own, then came the gays, the lesbians, and the bisexuals as well as a few transgender people. It was enough to kick out more uptight assholes but there are some who are refusing to leave. At first, they protested, but now they're slowly coming to terms with it. It's funny watching them have to sort of adjust to our way of life instead of the other way around," Steve said. "And these people, they all love you, Eddie."

"Our way of life?" Eddie asked.

"Well, for me and Robin, I don't know about you, but she's a lesbian and I'm bisexual," Steve said.

"Yeah, me too," Eddie said softly, and then his eyes widened. "I mean, bisexual, not a lesbian. Not there's anything wrong with being a lesbian but it's not who I am."

"Eddie, I got it," Steve said, laughing.

"So, what? After being nearly swallowed up by hell, Hawkins is a safe place to live now?" Eddie asked. "I woke up expecting to be chased out of my own hometown like they've been trying to do with me my whole life. This is just. . . What the fuck?"

Eddie looked down at his lap, his eyes filling up with tears. Once Steve managed to get away from Eddie's admirers, he pulled off to the side and parked onto the shoulder. He leaned over and pulled Eddie into his arms, hugging him gently. Eddie wrapped his arms around, his hands digging into his back as he cried.

"It's okay, I've got you. You're safe," Steve whispered in his ear.

Eddie clung to him as he calmed down. Once the tears stopped and his body was no longer shaking, he pulled away from him. Steve pulled a tissue out of the glove box and gave it to him. Eddie thanked him, and they drove the rest of the way to his house. They finally arrived at Eddie's house. It was in a secluded neighborhood, two houses at the end of the street, and blocked off by trees from the rest of the neighborhood, which meant that Eddie could probably play his music as loud as he wanted to. Although Max might have something to say about it. Eddie's house was a modest one story with white shudders and pale blue walls. The paint was peeling a bit, but overall, the house was nice, and it was a lot better than the trailer.

Eddie started struggling with his seat belt, which was perfect because Dustin's face appeared in the window, and the curtain pulled back. 'Not ready,' he mouthed. Steve sighed. That meant distracting Eddie. Steve grinned. He leaned over and started helping him with his seatbelt. They got it unstuck, but Steve didn't move from his position once the seat belt was removed. His face was rather close to Eddie's.

"There's something that I've been wanting to do since you woke up," Steve said.

"Kill me?!" Eddie yelped.

"What?! No!" Steve laughed. "Close, though."

He captured Eddie's perfectly plump lips with his, kissing him softly. At first, Eddie didn't respond, and Steve was worried that he misread the signals. He started to pull away when suddenly Eddie grabbed him the back of the neck and pulled him back in. Suddenly, his soft kiss had turned into a bruising, desperate kiss. Steve returned it with the same amount of enthusiasm, hand in Eddie's hair. Eddie broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"Maybe we should take this inside," Eddie gasped.

"Or maybe we take this to the back seat, and you shackle me with my own handcuffs," Steve said and attached his lips to Eddie's neck.

Eddie groaned as Steve kissed his neck and let out a guttural moan when Steve started nipping at it, his mustache tickling his neck.

"You're killing me, Steve," Eddie said. "I fucking knew you would. Robin?"

Steve broke away and looked at him.

"Okay, I have to say calling me by my best friend's name when I'm trying to put the moves on you is a little weird," Steve said.

"What? No! She's just popped her head out of my new front door, looked at us, rolled her eyes, and went back in. What is going on?" Eddie asked.

"You'll see, come on," Steve said and climbed out of the car before helping Eddie.

"You were distracting me," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I really did want to kiss you," Steve said sheepishly.

They started walking towards when Eddie stopped him.

"You threw me a welcome home party, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

"I might have, for both you and Max," Steve said. "Planned the whole thing while you were sleeping."

Eddie grinned at Steve and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He broke it, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

"This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," Eddie said and paused. "By the way, you're absolutely killing me with that uniform. It should be illegal for anyone to look this good. You're going to have to arrest yourself because, baby, you're breaking quite a few laws."

Steve giggled and kissed him, not caring if anyone else was watching them. They broke apart when they heard Max's front door open. She came out and started walking towards Eddie's house, leaning on her cane. She narrowed her eyes at them, looking much like a bug with her new glasses. Her mother followed behind her.

"Dustin called and said he wanted us to come over," Max said. "He threw us a party, didn't he?"

"I'm not saying anything," Eddie said, and Max rolled her eyes. "It was all Steve!"

"Nice," Steve scoffed.

"Thanks, Steve," Max said softly.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, hugging him. She leaned against him and let him help her inside. His free hand wrapped around Eddie's. They all walked into the small but spacious living room where everyone jumped out with noisemakers. Steve, Eddie, and Max jumped. Max stuffed her face into Steve’s side.

"Surprise!" Dustin shrieked. "Welcome home!"

"Oh my god!" Eddie exclaimed. "I am so surprised!"

"Oh, Goddamnit! Steve told you, didn't he?" Dustin exclaimed and Eddie shrugged, grinning.

"He guessed," Steve shrugged.

"This is still pretty nice, Henderson. Thank you all," Eddie said, and he started hugging everyone. "Max is crying, by the way."

"Fuck off!" Max exclaimed.

Steve watched as the party took off, and Eddie mingled with everyone. For the first time in a long time, Steve felt at peace, and he felt safe, especially when he looked at Eddie. . . When he looked at what this town had become. At some point during the mingling, Eddie came over and nestled himself into Steve’s arms. Yeah, everything was perfect.

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arkhammaid · 2 months

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE WAIT FOR THE FIRST RACE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the waiting time between pre-season testing and first race is being filled

content warnings. the girls (men) are fighting and y/n gets a reality check

notes. another chat chapter because you guys liked it lol

george russell Welcome, @/oliverbearman and @/ynstark to the main Grid Chat. I will add you to the other ones as well.

daniel ricciardo WELCOME!!! We're so happy to finally have you here

Also, @/kevinmagnussen, welcome back you ass

Don't leave any groupchats again, it's a pain to add you back

george russell Considering I have to do the work, you're not allowed to complain Daniel

lando norris booo, let him have the fun

nico hülkenberg Oh no, it starts again. I'll mute you asshats if you don't stop this

lando norris you're just boring

oliver bearman thank you guys! very happy and honored to be finally part of the big guys 🫣

y/n stark thank you, george! and i'm excited to officially meet you all, until then, hello :)

charles leclerc Hello y/n, welcome to the grid! I hope you'll enjoy your stay here 😉

y/n stark thank you charles, i'm sure i will lol

kevin magnussen I swear I will block you all

daniel ricciardo Don't be like that, you love us

y/n stark lol, he actually hates you guys, won't stop whining kevin magnussen One day, young lady, one day... y/n stark y'all hear sum? charles leclerc Gagged. lando norris charles???

carlos sainz Can you guys just shut up for once, dios mio.

charles leclerc Aww, Carlos, you love us! carlos sainz Debatable. Sometimes I wish you would all crash and not survive to be honest oscar piastri We get it, you're an asshole carlos sainz Fuck off Piastri oscar piastri Right back at you Sainz

lewishamilton welcome to our new rookies! ollie, awesome to see you again, y/n, don't be a stranger, we haven't talked in ages!

y/n stark lew!! we defo have to, gonna hit you up for fashion show for sure, pepper has been planning something pierre gasly Lew 👀 y/n stark look who's here... the tripod.... pierre gasly Yeah yeah, shutting up. Welcome to the grid y/n y/n stark thank you pierre

sergio perez Welcome, rookies.

max verstappen From me a welcome as well!

esteban ocon Welcome, welcome!! This is so exciting, I've been waiting for a long time now 😋😋

lance stroll Estie??? esteban ocon Shht, Lancey, let me cook lance stroll 💀💀💀

lance stroll Anyways, all of them are idiots, as we already know, welcome to hell, y/n

y/n stark aww, thank you lance. so sorry you have to go throught this 🫂 charles leclerc We're not so bad?? lewis hamilton Well. charles leclerc Oh come on Lewis lewis hamilton I didn't say anything

fernando alonso Stark and Bearman! Welcome to the coolest people on the paddock 😎

oliver bearman thanks fernando! y/n stark thanks nando 😎

alexander albon Hi guys, so nice to see you finally in here! @/georgerussell you took your sweet time man

george russell You be Head of the GPDA then. alexander albon No thank you, I'm fine 🙃

logan sargeant Welcome, welcome, happy to see some new faces!

oscar piastri They're finally here. Welcome back Ollie and welcome Y/n to this shit hole

lando norris you know what osc? oscar piastri No, and I don't care. Save the talking for the track lando norris you do know i'm still zak's favorite driver? i could get you fired oscar piastri Please don't. charles leclerc This is what you get for lying in an interview. No groupchat with all of us is ever formal oscar piastri This literally isn't about you Charles charles leclerc Boo, you hater

y/n stark @/kevinmagnussen i see what you've said now...

kevin magnussen Never ever doubt me again, I've been with those fuckers for years now daniel ricciardo Hey!! That's not nice yuki tsunoda you know what else is not nice ricciardo? daniel ricciardo Yuki, drop it. Team orders are team orders yuki tsunoda i don't give a fuck old man, you behave like a bitch you get bitch behavior max verstappen Drop it or else I'll involve Helmut. yuki tsunoda fuck you dan-cocksucker max verstappen Yuki. We don't carry out team issues to the grid. yuki tsunoda he started first and i have proof daniel ricciardo I don't know why you're being so dramatic, it was only testing yuki tsunoda i give you dramatic you fucking asshole. you know what you did and i stand by my statement that this was a total asshole move. just because you got a big smile doesn't mean you're fooling everyone fucking ass george russell I will both kick you out if you don't drop this immediately.

carlos sainz And it starts again...

valterri bottas You're all children. Stop it

y/n stark so pierre was right huh 😀

kevin magnussen I told you so. pierre gasly Why am I getting involved in shit again?

zhou ganyu I apologize for their behavior. Y/n, Oliver, welcome to the grid, I'll be excited to race you both!

kev

are they actually children because wtf did i just witness.

Yeah... I told you drivers are dramatic. Well, most of them and other's are just their victims. Of course we have our moments and friendships but it's a ruthless sport

man tf. literal man children. i'm so glad i have you as a teammate kev. like seriously. i don't know if i could survive with someone like daniel or carlos

the passive agressive vibes <<<<

that's just not it tbh

I have no idea what you just said but I agree. Daniel and Yuki are not good teammates, it was already bad last year and now this.

To be honest, Nico and I often missed stuff like that since we were stuck at Haas and the upper dogs never really showed interest in what we thought or did but everyone knew what happened between them

pls don't tell me they have a clique here... oh my god and i thought the rumors were false

I mean.. not really but also kinda yes? Better drivers stick together since they're always spending time together, you know. No one cares about the ones who're limping behind, well besides Pierre and Esteban, but they're only kinda involved because they're close to Charles and Lance. And Lewis and Fernando aren't really on their level, they keep to themselves

why are men problematic

not you obvs, but like... jeez really felt the love here when we got welcomed

Welcome to F1 kid, it's a shithole

thanks, it's so lovely here

dad?

i think it's worse than we thought

Honey, what are you talking about?

everything. you should see the group chat with the drivers right now. i thought people were joking about f1 drivers being bitter and bitchy towards each other, but there are literally groups and alliances or whatever the fuck is going on there

and if that's only the drivers... i don't want to know how the teams are

Oh.

but also like, what is that going to stop us? we made plans, we know what to do but dear lord are men stupid. well not all but most of them. i literally had to watch how yuki and daniel were fighting because of a team issue in the GROUPCHAT with all drivers

and when max told them to drop it, he got called a dan-cocksucker, can you imagine??

everyone seems to know why they're fighting besides me and ollie, i knew there was tension in alpha tauri but this?? it's a new level of what the fuck is going on here

Are you alright?

i am

just

yk had to tell someone who's not kev since he has been involved in this forever and is used to it. but i still thought

well idk what i thought, maybe i'm just stupid for my wishful thinking

should've known all of this was pr and that most rumors are true. it will make our lives a bit harder

Don't worry, no matter what they throw against us, it's no alien invasion. They're just whiny little men after all and I'm literally Iron Man

i know dad

love you. and thank you

Of course, anything for you

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Sharing is Caring (2/3)

A/N:OKAY BABES ITS HERE AHHHAGGH SO EXCITED THIS TOOK AGES BEC LIFE N SHIT BUT ANYWAY WHOOO SO EXCITED Anyway few things, this chapter gets kinda steamy but all the explicit smuts will be in part 3 its gonna be pure filth, after editing this mf came out to 28.3 pages and 10,275 words so I had to split it up, for those of you disappointed by the lack of horny never fear, the smut chapter is about 60% done and as soon as I post this I'm going back to working at it anyway please enjoy hope you like it!! feedback is welcome. Mi amada = My beloved

TW'S: YANDERE, KIDNAPPING, WEED MENTION, PAST MURDER MENTION

To say your day had been a bad one would have been putting it lightly.

It started out fine enough, you awoke to several of your usual good mornings, each Delmont had their own unique way of greeting you, and after taking the time to sleepily respond to each of them, you started your morning routine, fighting the urge to fall back into the warmth of your bed, your eyes struggled to remain open.

See you'd spent the better half of last night scrolling through your personal feeds, hours upon hours of cute couples blaring their love in your face, blatant affection everywhere you looked, shameless PDA, and grand romantic gestures.

The tooth-rotting fluff didn't usually bug you, but something about this particular onslaught of romance brought out this tidal wave of loneliness and envy.

It felt murky and heavy and you hated every second of it.

The five Delmont boys had grown into your found family, and usually, their antics didn't allow you the space to feel alone, but even that immense affection couldn't fill the hole that had steadily begun to grow in your chest.

Years upon years of no one showing genuine romantic interest in you had slowly but surely carved out a pit of self-loathing in your gut. Something you managed to hold off being consumed by until now.

Falling in love seemed like such an expected life event, from movies to songs and stories, people falling in love were everywhere you looked, and even though the little voice in your head tried to reassure you that you were just a late bloomer, the dark thoughts still haunted you well into the morning.

Brushing your teeth with a focused vigor, your mind began to reel as you stopped to really think about it all, the state of your love life or rather, lack thereof, how you've never been in a relationship, never been on a date, hell if it weren't for Marcos, you'd have to add never been kissed to the pitiful list, the older twin had been your first and only kiss when you were seventeen, but that was just him being a good friend in your time of need, of that you were certain.

You can remember it so clearly, sitting idly in your room, still living at the Delmont house, you'd been silently stewing in your sadness for a few hours by the time he found you.

What brought on this sour mood was a few offhanded jokes at your expense, you know those people you're only 'friends' with in class? Well, one of those girls, Lisa, had teased you relentlessly for the entire hour of biology when you'd accidentally let it slip you'd never kissed someone before.

And while she may have been joking, the words still left the strangest sting in your stomach, it made you feel weird, an odd cocktail of shame and embarrassment, and it wasn't as if you didn't want to kiss someone, you just didn't have many- scratch that, any options.

No one but the boys ever talked to you at school, for some strange reason, everyone else seemed to avoid you like the plague, cruel whispers of your name said behind even crueler stares, the twins usually swooped in before you could think to question the odd looks, but it was impossible not to notice.

Marcos found you curled into a fetal position on your bed, stuffed animals surrounding you in a protective barrier, he'd originally come upstairs with the intention of collecting you for dinner, there was this unspoken rule between the boys that whoever brought you down got to sit next to you at the table, but when he entered he could practically feel your sadness hanging in the air, his brows furrowed at the sight, instantly clocking your upset mood, he quickly switched gears, his face scrunching in visible concern.

One thing about Marcos was his inability to hide how he was feeling.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he toyed with the small silver ball in his ear, his nerves on edge at the sight of that look on your face, he hated seeing you upset, all the boys did, he didn't wait for an answer before rushing the rest of the way inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.

"No Co'- I'm fine, just tired." You used his nickname, trying in vain to put on a brave face but you knew in your heart of hearts that trying to lie to a Delmont was all but impossible. "Is dinner done? I hope she made adobo again god it's so good-" You tried to get up and walk downstairs but he stopped you with a gentle push of your shoulders, gently leading you back into a seated position, he gave a comforting squeeze before letting go, now standing before you with his hands on his hips, the image made you want to laugh, he looked a lot like his mother when she was about to scold him for something.

"Nah- we ain't leaving this room till you tell me what's up."

His insistence caused you to roll your pretty (e/c) eyes at the taller male, the way you crossed your arms, paired with that damn pout on your lipgloss-lined lips was a foul combo that had his heart skipping all kinds of beats. It took all his willpower not to squish your cheeks together.

"Why do you assume something's up?"

"Cuz' I know you dummy." He said so softly, it immediately disarmed you, his hand gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you felt your chest tighten at the action.

"I swear I'm good okay? Can we just go eat? My stomach is touching my back." Usually, by this point, your puppy-dog eyes would make him fold, he was, and still is, rather weak to your whims, but he held strong.

Flopping beside you on the bed, he shuffled to lay on his right side, making sure to maintain eye contact, his hand began toying with one of his longer necklaces, his red eyes rolling as he spoke, "Mhm, right, okay. Quick question, how are you sitting there so calmly when your pants are clearly on fire?"

You gasped laughing slightly, "How dare you come into my domain and call me a liar? Have you no shame?" He smiled to himself knowing his plan to cheer you up was working, "C'moooon tell me whats wronggggg- I won't stop whining till ya fess up pleaseeeeeeee-" you threw a pillow at his head, "Okay! okay just shut up! Damn.."

You felt yourself hesitate, as if not speaking the words made them any less true.

"-Lisa kinda clowned me in class today cuz' I," the words turned to ash on your tongue, the embarrassment flushing your skin with an uncomfortable heat, to be admitting something so childish to someone as promiscuous as Marcos, felt all the more humiliating, and you didn't think you could handle him laughing at you.

"You can tell me anything Mi amada." You could hear the sincerity in the soft way he spoke, all playfulness gone.

How seriously he took your emotions managed to ease your fear of rejection enough to blurt out, "I haven't ever um- kissed anyone, and it made me feel, I dunno kinda bad I guess?" you laughed softly, that uncomfortable wave of shame echoing through your body, "She was just kiddin' around." You added that last bit knowing how overprotective he could get, god forbid he told Manny, you tried again to laugh it off, beginning to play with the ears of the blue stuffed bunny Gabe had given you years ago, the action was a wonderful alternative to holding Marcos's now burning stare.

He was quiet for a moment which was concerning since Marcos was never quiet. Suddenly sitting straight up, he ever so softly took the stuffed bunny from your hands to interlock your fingers. His intense, warm gaze held you frozen in place like a statue.

His tongue poked out to flick over his bottom lip, a nervous tick of his, and he swallowed before whispering,

"Kiss me then."

Marcos spoke it so softly, sounding so breathless. You laughed on instinct, thinking he was teasing, but when he remained silent, smiling at you like you held all the stars in the sky, you felt the heat crawl up your skin.

"Ha ha very amusing Co'-" you threw a pillow toward his chest with your free hand, "Cides' I don't want my first one to be some kinda' pity kiss from my best friend because he felt bad." Once more you played it off, trying desperately to ignore the funny feeling that had blossomed in your stomach, waiting for him to quit the game and stop the joke.

Only Marcos wasn't laughing.

"Who the fuck said anything about pity? You should know me well enough by now- I never say anything I don't mean." He leaned over, close enough where you could see the small constellation of freckles just under his eyes, you'd never noticed them before. He was far enough away not to pressure you, but the invitation was clear.

"But- we, um I-" Your mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts, and as if he sensed this, he let go of one hand to brush the hair from your face, his thumb lingering to swipe across your cheek in a feather-like touch, it felt like he had electricity in his fingertips, he stared into your eyes with an intensity you couldn't quite place.

"Don't think so hard." He smiled as he spoke, the words whispered against your lips, you were so close you could feel each of his shaky exhales, he looked back and forth from your eyes to your lips, waiting on bated breath for your response.

Allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you relaxed your posture and simply fell into the moment, now both of his hands were on your face, pulling you in that much deeper, his lips were soft and tasted faintly of cherry chapstick, one of his hands moved to cradle the back of your neck, holding you against him as he moved his mouth against yours in what felt like a well-practiced dance. His tongue swiped against your plush lips ever so slightly as you pulled away, skin flushed and hearts pounding.

He didn't allow the budding tension to take over, instead, he sat back with his familiar grin. "There, easy fix." he swiped at his lips with his thumb, sticking the appendage between his teeth in a daring display. The way you tasted, how perfect you felt in his arms, he could feel the addiction settling in, and happily surrendered himself to it.

He knew at that moment no one else would ever compare to you, to the way you made him feel. And despite how simple, the relatively innocent kiss you just shared was, it had him the hardest he'd ever been in his life, thankfully you seemed so flustered and dazed he was able to hide the tent in his pants with a well-placed pillow.

You'd both gone down to dinner after locking pinkies and swearing never to tell another soul, you assuming he simply didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about you two, but really he was covering his ass, knowing if any of the others found out he'd gotten to be your first kiss, he wouldn't be walking for a while, Gabe had promised to break both ankles if he ever touched you, a threat he knew was no joke, but to Marcos, it was well worth the risk, he hated seeing you so upset about something he could very easily change, so he did, and he couldn't be happier.

The two of you had matching, knowing smiles on your faces that night, he even shot you a wink before bed, you couldn't get the giddy feeling to go away for weeks, even though you knew it was just him being a good friend, the warmth that had blossomed couldn't be undone.

These spiraling thoughts haunted you like a ghost, that is until you looked down at your coffee pot and remembered the cute guy who slipped you his number a few days ago. Normally you'd just let the small piece of paper go unused, too afraid to make a fool of yourself to actually reach out, but today was different.

Fueled by your melancholy thoughts, you quickly texted him before you could talk yourself out of it, and it seemed to be going well, the banter was flirty enough, if nothing else it would be fun to play dress up, so you began a feverish rush to get ready, and in that time, Manny had invited himself in while you rushed through a shower.

The redhead did this often, so you didn't blink when you heard him enter in his usual brand of loud. "Oh, honey I'm home!"

"In the shower!" You felt rude leaving him out there so you sped through the last of your routine and found him lying comfortably on your bed, face buried in his phone. He offered you a familiar, wolf-like grin before turning his attention back to the screen, you'd known him so long the action of dressing in front of him wasn't anything to bat an eye at, "Sorry- didn't know you were coming over or I woulda' showered sooner, you don't mind if I get ready right?"

"Mmhm" was his simple response so you continued with your routine, rambling nervously about your plans.

He appeared as chipper as usual, that is until you told him about your date, it was as if the energy in the room shifted into something- else.

He seemed to be in this state of disbelief, questioning how and when this happened, ignoring the sting in your chest at the thought of him not believing you, and all the ugly thoughts it brought up, you continued to browse through your wardrobe, hoping the search for a cute set of bottoms would help you push through your nerves about it all before you could ask why he found the concept so unbelievable, you'd heard his rushed goodbye, the slam of the door made you jump in place, nearly dropping the garment because that was weird as hell.

Manny always hugged you goodbye, so his running off made you pause, it was instinctual for you to comfort him when he got worked up in that way only Manny could, so you were just about to call him to double-check but were interrupted by your date's number popping up on the screen.

His name was Michael and he sounded so shy when he called to double confirm your attendance, you found his eagerness cute. you silently vowed to check in with your friend after the date and hyped yourself for the night to come.

As the evening began, you found yourself waiting idly by the table, he'd chosen a bit of an upscale bistro as your meeting spot so you felt the need to dress up a bit, a cute black turtleneck dress covered your body like a second skin, hugging your curves in all the right ways, the cashmere number was a gift from Gabe ages ago, and his flustered reaction to seeing you come out of that dressing room is what pushed you to bring it home, you knew your ass looked incredible in the outfit, paired with the knee length, black crushed-velvet boots, you felt hot as hell and were excited to see your date's reaction.

Only you never got the chance.

Thirty minutes go by with no sign of Michael.

What was supposed to be a fun night out quickly soured into an evening of humiliation as your date ignored your call for the third time since you'd arrived. You felt the shame creep up as you faced the cold hard fact, you'd been stood up.

Feeling utterly stupid for getting all primped and preened for some douche who didn't even have the nerve to cancel, you resigned yourself to the sad reality.

I mean he asked you out! He even bothered to make sure you were coming, all that to so coldly blow you off?

A disheartened breath escaped your lips as you let your head meet the table with a thunk. You quickly excused yourself from the restaurant, tossing the money for the wine you'd had with shakey hands. Tears had rushed to your eye, building at the waterline, but you didn't want to cry, not yet.

You'd done well not to fall to the urge to curl up and sob, kicking your boots off at the door, uncaring of the way they nearly knocked over a plant, it wasn't until a second later when the silence of your home became glaringly loud, did it all become too much.

Throwing yourself onto the couch, you buried your face in the soft cushion and wept like a baby. Shoulders shaking, voice cracking cries left your form. After a good fifteen minutes of crying as hard as you could, you wiped at your flush face and shuffled your way to the bottle of some half-empty whiskey, Marcos had left in your cabinet ages ago.

He'd pitch a full fit if he saw you chasing his 100$ liquor with the Coke you had in your fridge, the thought of the male made a new round of sobs bubble past your wet lips, you'd always held a candle of affection for the tall redhead, of course, you loved all of the Delmont's but you'd always had a little crush on Marcos, you compared it to the feeling of crushing on a celebrity, where your subconscious mind knows they're out of reach, so it feels like a harmless fantasy.

Love came to him so effortlessly, and he discarded it just as easily, the nasty feeling of envy came up and you quickly shook your head, choosing to drown the thoughts in the burning amber liquid rather than face them.

About an hour after your failed excursion, you found yourself resting comfortably on the kitchen floor, back pressed into the cool metal of your fridge, the whiskey bottle now empty, you'd taken to rolling it back and forth between your foot and the wall, allowing yourself to just be lost in the hazy sensations around you.

The shrill ring of your doorbell burst your blissfully drunk bubble.

"Go 'way.." you slurred from your rather relaxed position on the floor, the sexy outfit you'd put on just to show off was bunched at your waist for comfort, the knock came again, this time followed by the voice of one of your best friends.

"Sugarplum? It's us, can we come in?" Manny whined from behind the wood, you could practically see the pout on his face, of course, he had a key so it was really more of a formality than an actual question.

He didn't wait for your response, instead shuffling his way inside, the greasy takeout in his hand had you crawling across the floor to meet him halfway.

A happy and clearly drunk gasp left your wine-stained lips, "Manny! you didn't gimmie a hug earlier what was up with that?-Oh shit is that Taco Bell?" He made a noise of agreement holding the bag towards you. "Sure is, and m'sorry about before Hun, I was in a mood but I promise it wasn't your fault."

His voice was like warm sugar as he spoke, now kneeling beside you, he held his arms out eagerly accepting the somewhat sloppy hug you threw his way. "Now, can you let Marcos pick you up so you can eat baby?" His hands rubbed up and down your arms, bringing goosebumps to the surface.

With a few slow but determined nods, you happily agreed, turning to face Manny's other half.

The older of the two had squatted down beside you, his ring-clad hand moved to brush a few sweat-soaked curls from your head. "Hey princess." He smiled softly at your pretty flushed face, the way you stared up at him, had his pulse thumping. "Heeey good lookin' you come here often?" You threw your hands around his neck which gave him the perfect opportunity to scoop you up, he led you to the couch, setting you down as if you were made of porcelain. He sent his twin a subtle nod as he moved you.

"How was your date?" Marcos's honey-dipped voice cooed from his position beside you, the action sent vibrations down your back making you flinch away from him with an airy giggle. "Wellllll, kinda hard to rate it when the guy doesn't show up." You sighed hastily digging through the bag Mammy had given you.

"What a scumbag- I'd never leave you by your lonesome like that." He cupped your flushed cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along the underside of your jaw. Food momentarily forgotten you dropped the bag in your lap, shoulders sagging with all the weight of the failed night, "Promise?" You asked, getting teary-eyed all over again.

He felt his chest tighten at the sight, as pretty as you looked right now, he was the only one allowed to make you cry, anyone else doing it was basically a war crime in his eyes. "Cross my heart and hope to die, baby." He threw an arm over the couch allowing you space to cuddle into his side.

When you were good and comfy he turned you to face him with the lightest touch to your chin, "You see this?" He slipped the ring on his pointer finger off, and gently lowered the band around your thumb. "This makes my promise official."

Manny had suddenly appeared before you, a small cup in his hands.

"Hey sweetie, you finished off Marco's bottle huh?" He smiled at the dazy way you nodded yes, fighting the urge to gush over your cuteness, "Well I don't want you to be sick tomorrow, can you take these for me? Good girl." You'd opened your mouth without question, having nothing but trust in the two men before you, you let him hold the cup to your lips and swallowed, mumbling a sleepy "thank you." into the skin of Marco's neck. His full body shiver goes unnoticed by you.

The twins watched you fall under with laser-focused eyes, the hardest part would be peeling Marcos away from you long enough for him to do his job.

Once they had both you and your stuff tucked away snugly in the car, Manny insisted on being in the back with you, holding you close to his chest, in your sleep, you held him back, quickly becoming overwhelmed by all the good emotions pumping through his veins- at his love for you, he felt himself get a bit teary at the sight of you finally where you belonged, safe in his arms.

Marcos made good and sure to wipe away any evidence of them being there, and all but ran back to their car to begin the long drive to your forever house.

Back at said home, the eldest of the brothers was doing one last walkthrough to make everything perfect for his Honey's arrival.

Caspian had managed to make the home feel lived in from the few hours he had to prep, a fully stocked kitchen, your favorite scent wafting gently through the air, Ricky had the foresight to install dimmer switches in every room because he knew how you loathed the 'big light', your bedroom had the biggest bed Caspian had ever seen, he'd made sure everything was ready for your arrival, even taking the time to warm your blankets in the dryer.

He moved around the space with a fluidness surprising for someone of his size, already familiar with the layout, the eldest Delmont made his final rounds around the home, making extra sure all the locks and exits were secure, he knew eventually, you'd come to love it here, but he also understood you'd need some time to adjust, these were just precautions.

He nearly squealed when he got the text from the twins, you were finally here! Finally home. He couldn't wait to hug you, kiss you, and give you all the affection he'd been forced to hold back. But he was a patient man and knew you'd be overwhelmed if he did, so instead, he settled for scooping you out of the car, much to his younger brother's displeasure.

You snuggled into his warmth in your sleep, to which he couldn't help but coo over. "Welcome home Honey," he whispered into the crown of your head, a small kiss left as he gently, but hurriedly rushed you inside and away from the snowfall that had just begun.

Manny nearly tackled his twin when they entered their new house, his energy was off the roof, practically buzzing in place as he took in their dream home. The living room had a 70's style conversation pit where you all could relax and they could smother you in the affection you so clearly needed.

A part of him was still bitter about the date, not at you, never at you, but the feeling was there, and all he wanted to do right now was hold you to his chest and let the lull of your heartbeat calm him down. Marcos plopped himself on the soft cushioned couch with a troubling sigh and waved him over.

"What's up? You got a weird look on your face." Manny couldn't fathom his twin being anything other than elated right now, so the odd air around him didn't sit well with the youngest.

"C'mere for a sec Little man- we gotta go over some ground rules before she wakes up." Manny's smile fell as he complied, sitting with a pout, "Ground rules are how we ended up here in the first place." He all but sneered, arms crossed in visible frustration.

Marcos held his hands up in a show of surrender. "I get it, but this is different."

"I know you're excited, god I am too, but there's a real chance she won't be too happy when she wakes up." The older of the two now sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees as he tried to find the right words to explain to his other half.

"What do you mean? This house was literally made for us all, we're in the woods like she's always talked about- she's gonna love it!" Marcos sighed taking his younger brother's hand, already he could feel him panicking at the thought of this going anything but swell.

"Think about it like this bud, she has no idea how we feel, this is gonna be the first time she hears it, and we feel a lot, so we gotta be delicate."

Manny felt his face scrunch in confusion, not able to understand why you wouldn't be happy. You'd never have to lift a finger again, no more bills, work or slimy coffee house creeps to prey on your sweetness, he knew you'd be your happiest here!

"Not to mention the whole waking up somewhere she didn't fall asleep thing." He licked his bottom lip, knowing he had to toe the line in fear of causing his younger brother's next breakdown.

"I'm just sayin' this in case she freaks out okay? I don't want you to be caught off guard- if she says anything mean or hurtful you can't lose your cool aight'?" Marcos watched his younger brother as he processed his words. Knowing his reaction could go either way.

After a tense moment of silence, there was a shift in Manny's expression, as if something clicked. He rubbed at his chin, and Marcos could practically see the gears in his head turning.

"..Okay, it's sorta' like when we brought home that feral kitty, can't hold it against her if we get a few scratches right?" Marcos felt himself relax nodding with a smile that mirrored Manny's. "That's exactly right Bud, C'mon when Cas comes out we can go in there, we should be the first faces she sees dontcha' think?"

Ricky and Gabe arrived at their new home at the same time. The ladder immediately headed straight for the shower as whatever it was he did to your date still stained his hands crimson. Gabe couldn't wipe the wild grin from his face if he wanted to, he felt like he'd just won the lottery.

Ricky had done exactly as he said he would and left a convincing trail of evidence that you were feeling a bit free-spirited and decided to take a little vacation, of course leaving out the where and with whom.

He made his way around your new home with a feeling of accomplishment, everything was perfect now.

You were safe, and once you got over whatever adjustment period you needed, he knew everyone would be happier than ever before. Caspian greeted his younger brother with a bear hug, his smile wider than Ricky had seen in years. "You did good Ricky, real good. This place is perfect." The praise made a weight lift off the long-haired man's shoulders, Caspian was the one he looked up to the most, so to hear such positive confirmation made him let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I'm scared she's gonna' freak out- I don't want her to hate us-" he found his anxieties tumbling past his lips without permission, Caspian had that effect on people.

"She won't. Know why? Because this was the right call, we have all the time in the world to show her just how much we care okay? Don't stress it." He clapped a hand on his shoulder and began dragging him to the kitchen.

"C'mon I got too excited and kinda' made too much food."

Gabe took his time in the shower, letting the perfectly hot water wash away his sins of the night. Scratch that, he didn't consider his acts sins, or that of violence, rather, it was an act of love, putting that bastard in the ground for you was just him speaking his particular brand of love language.

The wicked smile curled upon his lips only widened as he watched the pink water turn clear, he was giddy at the thought of you sleeping peacefully just a few rooms away. You were here, like actually here. Nothing or no one would ever hurt you again, and most excitingly, he didn't have to hold back anymore, once you woke up he was going to spill his guts, and if his words of love weren't enough to convince you, he'd just have to show you how you effected him all these years.

Waking up in a slightly hungover haze in an entirely different place than you passed out in should have sent you into a panic, but the familiar feeling of being sandwiched between the twins killed any fear that may have come up, even half asleep and a little hungover, you knew you were always safe when a Delmont was around.

Before you could try to wrap your head around your new surroundings both Manny and Marcos were pressing a big fat kiss into each of your cheeks. "Morning sunshine." Manny sang sweetly, Marcos gave you a hug from the side mumbling his greeting into the skin of your neck. When they pulled away you were far too flustered to ask all the questions burning in your mind, instead, you returned the greetings and mutely followed behind them as Manny took your hand and began to lead you away from the wonderful room you'd woken up in.

Manny led you to the dining room of the seemingly massive house you resided in while Marcos went to shower (not before inviting you to join him of course), the youngest Delmont was as chatty as ever, rambling about everything and nothing but his words weren't registering, you definitely didn't remember coming to wherever the hell this was, and him acting so normal made you feel even weirder, as you shuffled forward the familiar sounds of the rest of the boys got louder and louder.

"Gabriel Miguel Delmont if you touch that bacon one more time I'm putting you outside like a dog." Caspian rarely yelled, even now when he was scolding the blue-haired giant he sounded more disappointed than angry, but it was his voice you noticed first.

"C'mon Cas I'm hungryyy-" you could hear the pout in Gabe's words, "I wanna' eat, there's no reason to wait it's not like we're running out of food anytime soon."

"Yeah well, people in hell want ice water so tough."

"Gabe shut up- Cas stop readjusting the silverware she's not gonna' notice."

"But she might!!" As you both rounded the corner the conversation fell deathly silent. Each man was overcome with their affection for you, it didn't help that you looked so damn cute rubbing the sleep from your eye.

"Mornin'?" You said after a good thirty seconds of them just staring. This seemed to restart them all as Caspian jumped to pull out a chair, his warm smile was infectious, and you found yourself returning it as you sat. "Holy hell Cas you made enough to feed an army."

The spread before you was truly something out of a movie, from savory grits to big fluffy waffles, he seemed to have made every one of your favorite breakfast dishes, and each looked picture-perfect, he was all but beaming as he stood beside you.

"Hope you're hungry." He laughed a bit, nervously flattening the baby pink apron covering his wide chest, he picked up the plate before you, staring down through his thick lashes with such warmth it made your heart race. "May I?" He gestured to the buffet and you nodded, mouth slightly agape as your brain tried to process the scene.

Ricky sat across from you, his long hair in a messy bun, a few strands fell out, framing his face, which speaking of was fixed in the most peaceful expression, you couldn't recall the last time he seemed so relaxed. For once he didn't look like he was moments away from falling asleep, instead, he seemed refreshed, like he'd caught up on all the rest he hadn't gotten over the years.

He stared at you with the softest look, licking his bottom lip before speaking, "Good morning love, did you sleep well?" He sipped at his mug, the cinnamon coffee scent wafted through the room, that cat-like stare of his never once leaving your form.

"Slept like the dead actually-" You figured now was good a time as any to bring up the elephant in the room. "Probably the best sleep I've gotten in ages- speaking of whose bed did I just wake up in?"

"Sorry for the holdup! Water's still warm if you wanna shower sweets." Marcos cut you off as he entered taking his seat by Manny who sat directly to your right, as he eagerly drank you in, the youngest seemed to be vibrating in his seat.

"You should eat, lord knows the last time you did." Gabe teased from his spot beside Ricky, he was the most unabashed in his staring, it felt as if he was just barely holding himself back from leaping across the table, to do what you had no idea, but the grip he had on his fork was cause for concern.

After Caspian deemed your plate full enough he set it before you, his large frame cast a shadow across the table as he leaned over, it almost sounded as if he smelled your hair as he pulled away to take the seat by your left.

"Okay everyone eat up, after you do I'll answer all your questions okay? No lies. Complete transparency." Ricky spoke as if reading your mind, he gave you that smile of his that always made you feel like everything was under control and you relinquished yourself to the five-star meal before you.

If you could ignore the new location, the scene you found yourself in felt rather familiar. Each man bickered with each other as you all ate, you could almost pretend you were back at their house. Gabe finished first as usual, going in for seconds when he asked you to pass him the eggs, his much larger hand gently brushed over your own, and based on the grin he was sporting after, the move was intentional.

Once everyone was finished you thanked Caspian for the meal and turned your attention to Ricky, who looked a bit nervous now. "Soo. This isn't my house?" Despite your casual and light-hearted tone, the atmosphere seemed to shift at that second.

"Yes, it is, just not your old one. And to answer your question from before, that was your bed you woke up in."

"Right. Okay sure- where exactly are we? It's snowing outside." Ricky took a moment to finish off his coffee before responding.

"We're home. Our new home and it's winter Darling, snow is expected for this area." The long-haired man seemed to choose his words carefully, putting extra emphasis on the word our.

"Okay. Um and how exactly did I get to this area? The last thing I remember was chilling at my place with things 1&2 over there." The twins stared at you bashfully, both suddenly looking everywhere but you.

You flicked your gaze over each of them, all looking rather anxious, Ricky opened his mouth to answer but Marcos beat him to the punch. "I- we brought you here last night." He gestured to his twin who was beaming at you. "We couldn't just leave you alone in the state you were in." He added, not technically a lie he reasoned mentally.

You nodded to yourself, wondering how to ask what you really wanted to know.

"You're wondering why right?" Caspian spoke up, his voice was gentle as if talking down a wounded, cornered animal.

You nodded, brows furrowed in confusion, not trusting your voice.

"Well-" he seemed to look to his brothers for confirmation before continuing, a red hue growing on his cheeks as he racked his mind for the right words, he had so much he wanted to say to you! Everything got all jumbled in his brain causing the eldest Delmont to visibly fluster.

"God I've been thinking about this moment for years but now that you're actually here I'm blanking." He let out an embarrassed laugh, rubbing his hand over his face as he stumbled over his words.

"Okay I'll say it since these bozos forgot how to talk or somethin'," Gabe rolled up his sleeves and leaned over on the table all business-like.

"You are ours now-" he gestured to the rest of the men in the room, "Sorry, I say 'now' like you haven't always been, but officially, you're ours." He gave a self-satisfied grin, leaning back into his chair. "Yours? what?" He cooed at your frustration, reaching across the table to take your hand in his much larger one.

"Ours to protect," he kissed your pointer finger, "To love," another kiss, now on your palm. "To fuck." His searing stare was only broken when he took the tip of your finger between his lips, gently sucking as he pulled away.

You felt like liquid putty as if he was the only thing grounding you at the moment.

Marcos rolled his eyes at his brute of a brother, jealousy came off him in waves as he sat on the table, taking your other hand he began laying on a few of his own possessive kisses, between each one he spoke "What that meathead is trying to say is we want to take care of you," another kiss, "-all of you." Another. "In every way." He added as if it cleared up any of your steadily building confusion.

Between the tingling in your lower abdomen to the confusion-headache beginning to pulse, you felt breathless.

"Sorry- just let me get this right. You took me out to some fancy cabin in the woods to take care of me?" Your face scrunched in confusion, and gently, you took back both your hands in an attempt to calm down, fanning your face you shakily laughed,

"Why? I'm okay guys really-"

"No, you're not!" Manny interrupted with a teary-eyed huff. "You feel lonely. I know you do, you told me so! You said you were gonna go out with that loser cuz you felt unwanted! That doesn't sound okay to me." The jealousy practically seeped from his words, his bright orange eyes held this darkness you'd only seen in him once or twice, and while he'd always been rather protective of you, this level of hate for someone else at your expense was new.

He had worked himself up and out of instinct, your hand found his own, immediately it calmed his tantrum down, resulting in him just sniffling instead of screaming which he very much wanted to do.

Brushing your thumb against the back of his hand in what you hoped were comforting circles, you hushed his tears, wiping them away with a practiced tenderness.

"It's okay Manny- don't get upset, not for me. I'm just trying to understand all this, can you help me understand?" He nuzzled into your palm like a pup, sighing deeply, he leaned over to rest his forehead against your own.

"I love you- we all do."

"God- I love you guys too, you're my family-"

"No! No! No! Not like that!- we love you." Manny had leaped from his seat, falling to his knees like a worshiper at their God's alter. "I love you like... I love you like the moon loves the sun. I crave you," he kissed his way from your feet to your calves, his hands rubbing patterns into the flesh, "I need you more than I need air in my lungs!" he whined looking up from between your knees.

"I adore you darling- we all do, can't you see?" Bending down, you wipe at his tears once more, and he melts into your touch, muttering this next bit into your skin, "My heart beats for you."

Heat as you'd never felt before rushed through your veins at his bold confession. Your heart raced, blood pounding in your ears as you looped his words in your brain.

A thousand emotions whirled inside you as you stared at them all, there was a small part of you that thought this was all some dream your lonely mind concocted after a night of getting hammered. But then you felt Manny's tears begin to soak into the fabric of your sweats, and the reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks.

Your mouth gaped as you struggled to find the right words. "You're in love with me? Like all of you?" Manny had resigned himself to leaning in your lap, head buried in your thighs as you combed through his curls with one hand.

"I don't know what to say." You spoke honestly, staring at each of them, you expected sadness from your lack of response but only found warmth in their gazes.

"And you don't need to, I'm glad you're even hearing us out," Caspian spoke, taking a hesitant seat beside you as if he was afraid to scare you off. "Of course, I'm hearing you out you guys are everything to me, sure you went about telling me in the absolute wildest way possible but I don't know what I'd do without you- all of you."

"And you never have to. I meant what I said, you're ours now, we got all the time in the world for you to catch up." Gabe said, his eyes flickered over his youngest brother, still in your lap, and instead of animosity, he stared with a knowing grin. "Okay little man, you worked yourself up, c'mon let's take a walk."

A muffled shout of 'No!' could be heard from Manny, his grip on your waist had become like iron, but Gabe persisted. He scooped the skinner male up by his arms, much like a cat grabbing their kitten by the scruff of its neck, and dragged the pouting male outside with a well-timed wink. "See you in a bit Ma." And with that, they left.

You offered to help Cas clear the dishes, if only for a sense of normalcy but he quickly ushered you away, sending you off to rest with a quick peck to your cheek.

In an attempt not to overwhelm you, each Delmont was off to their own devices, Gabe and Manny still hadn't returned from their walk, Marcos was hotboxing the basement and Caspian was humming his way around the kitchen, which left you to wander the large estate you'd found yourself in.

Retracing your steps led you back into the room you'd woken up in, the large space was open and seemed almost tailored to your tastes. You took the time to search the drawers and see your clothes, the bathroom connected to the room was fully stocked with your favorite brands, and much to your growing confusion, even had stuff from your wishlist.

You looked for your phone in all the typical places it usually was, purse, nightstand, etc. But came up empty-handed. You had a sneaking feeling this was intentional as everything else you could have needed for this impromptu vacation was accounted for.

Feeling the burn of more questions you sought out the man who swore to answer them.

He wasn't too hard to find, and the sound of soft music coming from a record player led you straight to him, the room he was in looked like an upgraded version of his office, he was writing in a leather-bound journal so intensely he didn't notice you walk up. He always looked so pretty when he was working, chin jutted out just the slightest as his eyes flickered back and forth, you always told him how he looked like he belonged in a modern art museum.

"Hey, Ricky?" His head snapped towards you with breakneck speed. "What's up?" He seemed eager as he snapped the book shut and shoved it in a drawer, his small smile was enough to relax you, quickly turning to give you his undivided attention, he waved you in.

"You know where my phone is? I couldn't find it with all my stuff." He smiled at you, taking his glasses off with finesse as if he was prepared for this question. "The boys must have forgotten it." He said matter of factly.

"Well can I use yours?"

"It's dead."

You scoffed feeling your irritation spike at his dismissive attitude, you turned to leave before he spoke out again. "What are you so eager to do on the phone exactly?"

"Oh my god- nothing, I get you guys are trying to- well do whatever this is, but you can't just keep me from my life Rick- I don't need to be coddled." He leaned back into his seat, brows furrowed at your tense form.

"And what exactly are we keeping you from? An empty apartment? A job you despise that sucks the joy outta ya?" He sighed through his nose, tucking a runaway strand behind his ear, "You don't need to worry about any of that shit anymore okay? Have you looked around the house yet?" He asked changing the subject smoothly, you shook your head no, anger fading as quickly as it had come, and watched as he rose, pausing to crack his back.

"Well c'mon, there's lots to see and you oughta be familiar with your own home."

The two of you walked side by side as he took you along the tour, so far not including the rooms you'd already been in, you'd seen a reading room, but what made you pause was the living room itself. It had a flat screen that took up a whole wall, a working currently lit fireplace, a few hanging plants and well-placed candles, and dead center was what you considered the crowing jewel, a mauve and orange themed conversation pit, one you'd always dreamed of having. You couldn't fight your excitement as you rushed past him to flop on the soft cushion.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." You mumbled into the fabric, Ricky stared on in amusement, more than pleased you seemed to be enjoying the home he'd painstakingly brought together for you. Every inch of the house was managed with you in mind, he'd kept amazing notes on your likes and preferences throughout the years, but seeing your genuine excitement had to be his favorite part.

"I promise we can come back here but there are literally three floors to this mother fucker." He smiled down at you, holding a slender hand out, he felt his heart swell as you took it, but instead of rising to his level, you yanked him down to your own, pulling him over, he bounced on the couch with shock written on his features.

"No way my guy- tour is officially paused until we test this here T.V. out okay?" His face flushed as you curled up beside him, "Yes ma'am." He laughed a bit to himself, loving how easily you were entertained. He pulled the remote out from a cleverly disguised compartment on the couch and watched your eyes light up even brighter.

"Holy shit secret couch pouch."

"Focus woman, I paid good money for this T.V. and you're more interested in the furniture." He turned on a random movie and let himself relax at the moment. Drinking in the sight of you so at ease, his heart about exploded from his chest when you snuggled into his side, his arm wrapped around you snuggly, hand rubbing patterns into your flesh.

You didn't feel like racking your brain with a million questions about why you were there or where their sudden confessions came from, instead, you chose to focus on what you did know, Ricky was comfortable, and despite everything, you still trusted the Delmont men, as they were all you knew.

Maybe subconsciously you knew this was wrong, that keeping you here was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt right. Like you were supposed to be here at this moment.

You ended up passing out in the tall man's arms, your small snores and completely relaxed face had Ricky's skin flushed cherry red, he couldn't wipe the grin from his lips if he tried, Gabe and a now calmed down Manny returned shortly after you fell asleep, the older of the two insisted on carrying you back to your room, only he stopped by his room to tuck you snuggly into bed, wrapped in his soft Egyptian cotton black sheets, he felt himself twitch in his pants at the sight of you so safe and sound.

He stood over you for a while, happy to stand there and drink you in all night, only to be interrupted by a text from his older brother.

"Okay so, how do we think it's going?" Caspian asked after summoning them all to the still slightly smokey basement, he held a tablet in one hand, the cameras placed around the house were mostly for his peace of mind, so he could be sure you were okay no matter where he was.

"She seemed chill at breakfast, I say a win is a win." Gabe shrugged, eager to leave this little meeting and cuddle up to you.

"Yeah I'm with Gabe on this one, she seems okay, do we have to keep up with the whole 'give her space' thing?" Marcos asked from his spot on the couch, he was lying on his back tossing a foam football up and down.

"I wanna sleep with her- s'not fair Ricky got to." Manny piped up from his seat on a beanbag, the pout could be heard in his voice.

"I was just in the right place at the right time, not like I planned it." Ricky defended himself, but the satisfied smile on his face made it hard to believe him. "And it could just be the shock, give it a few days before you lay into her, and I'm looking at you three." Gabe and the twins made a noise of disbelief.

The next morning you awoke not on the couch but pressed against the big chest of one Gabriel Delmont. The bluenette had one hand behind his head and the other securely wrapped around your middle, holding you against him, he rarely slept in a shirt so you were used to his statuesque features, but it felt different now, after his bold claim at the breakfast table, it all seemed rather intimate to be face first in his naked chest.

As if he sensed you were awake, he soon started shuffling close toward you.

"G'mornin Mi Amor." His morning voice was husky with sleep, it sent a warm tingle down your spine as he shifted, pulling you even closer. "Morning Gabe." He stared at you for a second before tilting your chin up with his free hand, his pillowy lips were on yours in an instant, warm and cozy, he hummed as he pulled away, his smile turning wicked at the obvious heat on your face.

"I uh- I fell asleep on the couch?" Was all your brain managed to say after the heated kiss, still processing the tingly way it made you feel.

He huffed a laugh, leaning over to place another kiss, this time on your neck, "Yeah I may have stolen you from Ricky but you can't really blame me." He mumbled into the flesh of your neck, the sensation made a ghost of a whimper leave your lips.

He froze against you before his lips turned to teeth, "Keep making those pretty noises for me n' We're never leaving the bed." He sounded breathless as he nipped and sucked his mark into your skin. Breathy little moans left your lips, "Shit- hold on a second-ngh."

Your hands buried themselves in him, one in his hair the other trying to find purchase on his toned back. His chest began to rise and fall, his heart pounding as he fell into the delicious sensations, your hand tugging at his locks, the other digging into his skin so hard he felt the crescent-shaped indents you were leaving, the mental image of your own mark on him had him rolling his hips into yours, his boxers suddenly all too tight, he rolled himself to lay comfortably between your thighs, suddenly, he lifted himself just enough to stare in your eyes. "You want my tongue or my fingers first Ma'?" The sinful smile he sported was enough to short-circuit your brain.

But before you could stumble out an answer, a few sharp knocks came from the door, so hard they shook the wood.

"Put your dick away Gabriel, food's ready." Marco's voice carried through the barrier instantly popping whatever heated bubble you two had been in. Gabe growled something obscene under his breath, his angry stare melted back into a teasing one as he met your gaze once more.

"To be continued Baby girl."

Your second breakfast at your new home was a lot like the first one, only this time before you could sit Manny pulled you into his lap, his surprisingly strong arms locked around your waist, fingers dancing along any skin he could find. "Missed you." He mumbled into the back of your neck, goosebumps exploded across your skin at the timber in his voice. "But you just seen me?" You couldn't fight the giggles that escaped you as he started trailing little kisses along the column of your throat, nosing just below your ear as he knew you were ticklish. "So what? I didn't wake up and see you so it's been too long." He reasoned, basking in the perfect way you fit in his arms, how soft and warm you were.

"Oi, let her eat." Ricky pointed his fork at the youngest, his tone full of accusation. "Hmm that's fair, my baby does need to eat, hey Cas, little help?" Manny asked hiding his wolfish grin by kissing your nape. He knew what he was doing.

"Well of course." The eldest Delmont was quick to bring a fork full of food to your lips, the heat in your stomach only worsened as he stared down at you so lovingly. Being hand-fed was embarrassing, but with each passing moment the electric feeling of Manny's wandering hands paired with the downright lustful way Caspian was staring at you, and each of the little proud noises he made whenever you took a bite, quickly wiped away any embarrassment.

You managed to usher Caspian to his seat so he himself could eat, Manny seemed much too preoccupied caressing your body to feed himself, so you cleared your throat, it was almost comical how each of their heads snapped towards you, like a pack of puppies waiting for their next command.

"So- uhm, what's on the agenda today?" It was hard to keep your voice steady, Manny's fingers danced up and down your sides in an addicting manner.

"I've gotta head into town with Manny and Gabe, pop needs us for a few hours but when we come back I'll make it up to you okay love?" Ricky spoke first seemingly genuinely upset at the prospect of leaving you, the other two mentioned visibly deflated at the news, and the younger twin tightened his hold on you.

Once those three departed Marcos loudly announced he was taking a bath and how lonely it be, oh if only someone would help him, only leaving when Caspian launched his slipper at the devious Twin.

Which left you with the gentle giant of the house.

You helped Cas clear the table no matter how adorable the pout on his face was. It felt so normal, drying the dishes as he washed, a soft song playing in the background.

"How are you doing? I mean really doing." He spoke so gently, so earnestly, the truth couldn't help but come out of you. "I feel like I'm dreaming. Like I'm gonna wake up any second and all of this will have been some strange concoction by my lonely brain." You laughed as you spoke, but it was true.

It was as if you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Why do you say that Honey?" He seemed so concerned, enough to set the plate he had in the sink, dry his hands, and turn and face you fully. "Well- I mean it is all very dreamy, plus you guys all- I mean what you said at breakfast yesterday, that you all um-" For some reason, the words refused to leave like you were embarrassed to say them Incase you were wrong.

"Love you?" He asked, gently taking each of your hands, "Yeah- I mean I'm flattered, fuck any one of you being into me is like a dream but all of you? I'm just kinda, scared I guess? That this is another one of those jokes where I'm the only one not in on it." His frown was so out of place on his face, how disturbed he seemed. Before you could backpedal he was lowering himself down just enough to scoop you up and sit you on the kitchen counter.

"I'm so sorry baby, my poor girl." He sighed, thumb brushing against your cheek. "Your brain is being mean to you, that's just not gonna work for me." He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and undid his apron with a finesse that had your thighs clenching together. "We shoulda' told you how we felt years ago. Then it be unquestionable. I guess I just gotta convince you some other way right?" He had this look in his eye, the bass in his voice made your next words come out shakey.

"What did you have in mind?"

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to kill a god - sagau.

tw: suicide, self harm (mentioned), yandere/cult themes (implied)

oh, how cold you were, awake on the dim floor of a cave. your body shivered and ached and you felt as if death lurked at every corner. how did you end up in a world you thought you'd love, only to find that teyvat was not as kind to outlanders as shown in game — especially not to those bearing the face of their "darling god"?

you didn't want to be here, not anymore. not after seeing the glares from people you idolized. not after being chased across the world the day you awoke in teyvat. not after being forced into this unknown place, now cold and starving, on the verge of death just to escape impending doom.

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you knew you would die anyways, and you never liked life before, so why now? why are you running so fast, trying to hard, just to survive in a world where your perish is the hope of all citizens?

as you sobbed into your tattered clothes, thundering footsteps sounded from outside your little shelter. your eyes, though bloodshot, snapped upwards, fear clouding your vision. your head was pounding, and so was your chest. slowly, you rose to your shaking feet, backing up into the furthest corner of the cave as you covered your mouth.

your heart was thumping, racing so fast at the thought of fighting so hard to live. you weren't even doing anything but running. how cowardly, you ran do much, only to have your last day spent holed into a cave, sobbing until your eyes were red.

you fought so damn hard, so why? why did life persist on throwing its hardest obstacles your way?

yeah, you didn't exactly enjoy your life on earth — you had little friends, and your family was never around, so you would spend your days envying those more fortunate — but now? you'd kill to have your old life back.

your eyes widened at the realization, and soon, the outside world had drowned itself out.

a simple solution was brought into reality, and soon, you were running outside of your solitude, the gloomy and thundering skies welcoming your presence.

the leader of a small search party — you recognized her as kujou sara — turned to you at such a speed, you were worried they'd gain whipslash.

" there's the imposter! " kujou announced, pointing her bow at you. " capture them to bring to the shogun! her highness will be pleased to know that— "

your hair whipped and thrashed with the storms, and you felt the slits on your wrist opening with the harsh weather. it hurt, it hurt so so much, but you persevered, shutting her up as you took steps away from the cave.

" tell your beloved shogun, " you huffed, rushing to falcon's coast with the shogunate's behind you. your body ached, but you continued your fast trek, shouting to your pursuers, " that i'll meet her in hell! "

you stopped at the cliff, turning to stare at the tengu. her eyes widened, " you wouldn't dare— "

but without warning, you took a step off, closing your eyes as the wind increased tenfold. finally, you'd be free from this hell, and you wouldn't have to run anymore. their lovely god would remain untarnished, and you'd escape the agony.

slowly, you faded away from reality, tears slipping out of your eyes. glitter surrounded the tears, but your vision was too hazy to see it's sparkle.

the sparkle that was once in your eyes had faded as you shed your last tears. your body was numbing, why weren't you dead yet? your wrists ached more than ever, more than when the pain was first inflicted.

slowly, you smiled, eyes fluttering shut. your body fell limp, collapsing against the coarse sand of the shores. you heard heavy thumping from behind you, but you paid it no mind. finally, you were unbound, your ties to this world forever severed.

and etched into kujou sara's mind was the masterpiece of gold that was falcon coast — a masterpiece she'd witnessed created first-hand. a masterpiece born out of the anguish of her god.

"blood runs cold," they say, and for sara, that certainly was true, but for you? no, your blood runs gold.

part two:

#genshin impact sagau #sagau angst #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #sagau brainrot #sagau #kujou sara #self aware genshin au #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin x you

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bonnibuckets · 9 months

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— lilith's embrace | ada wong

synopsis: you find out romance doesn’t belong in the work place the hard way

content: ada x afab reader, pure angst (no comfort), violence, mentions of dying (& actual death), homophobic themes (just a little)

words: 1.3k+

note: i thought i ate this up with the title lmao. anyways so excited to post this i really hope you guys like it! taglist 🏷️: @ghostkennedy @adaelines @konigbabe @meowsiee @alewesker @d34ng3l @taeliwalter

You were a scientist— graduated from college in the top 10% with many awards and recognition. You worked your ass off to get where you are now and you did it all on your own.

After graduating you started working for a company named “Umbrella” it was everything you hoped and dreamed for. Your fellow scientists never doubted you or belittled you and all was great. Eventually, you got transferred to another laboratory just outside of raccoon city.

They told you that you’d be taking over Dr. William Birkin’s role as chief of research. To say you were beyond ecstatic was an understatement.

But that died quickly when you started to see the cracks in the company. It started with other sketchy scientists not telling you certain things, or how people didn’t talk as much, but to top it off is when you came face to face with the illegal weapons research.

You didn’t have the stomach to see your dreams shattered like that and soon your colleagues viewed you as weak. It hurt to know that your fellow scientists were talking about you behind your back especially since technically you were their boss. You questioned quitting after everything but you knew you needed this job and it made you sick to know you stayed.

But that changed when a new recruiter joined the team— her name was Ada Wong. You were excited to have another woman on the team, and you welcomed her with open arms.

Slowly she started making working in that hell hole worth it. Her smile made your stomach flip. Her eyes made you drown. Her warmth set you ablaze. You started waking up excited to see her at work, excited to talk to her, walk beside her, and share your work. You even set your password to her name— without her knowing of course.

You were terrified that she wouldn’t feel the same but those thoughts stopped when she started showing you the same attention. It made you melt and explode whenever she placed her hand on yours or when she’d kiss your cheek. Or simply if she brushed her fingers across any part of your body.

You use to feel like you were forced to hide yourself from others, but with Ada it was different. You felt like you could scream to the world about your feelings for her, but…all good things must come to an end.

Soon a virus called the “t-virus” broke out and many people got infected. People’s true colors started to show— including Ada’s.

—

“Ada?” you called out shakily, you didn’t want it to be true. You hoped it wasn’t true.

“Yes?” she looked at you with her signature red-lipped smile. “Is it true?” you whispered.

Silence filled the room. Don’t let it be true, please. She’s not like that. She cares. She cares about you.

“What are you on about?” she chuckled but didn’t make eye contact. You immediately knew. “You…you were sent here” you swallowed.

“Of course, I was, weren't you?” she giggled— it stabbed you in the heart. Your gut was churning and twisting. She knew and she was lying to your face.

“No,” you said, eyes filling with tears. “You were sent here to infiltrate, and bring them information back” The room’s air seemed thick— suffocating.

It was choking you and so was Ada’s followed silence.

Her sudden sigh broke the tension, “you couldn't have just stayed silent huh?” she said flatly. A tear broke the surface of your eyes, words were stuck in your throat like cactus.

“You should’ve been quiet,” she said, shaking her head. “I didn’t plan on you finding out”

No, no, no. It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t true.

Your feet shuffled back— screaming at you to run. Adrenaline flowed through your veins as Ada turned toward you fully.

Something glinted in her hand— a syringe. Time slowed down as your body screamed at you to run to fight, but you couldn’t form that connection.

Suddenly Ada was in front of you in a flash, swinging the syringe for you. You immediately ran to look for something to block yourself with. Tears flowed down as you pumped your legs— you never thought she would be like the rest she was supposed to be different.

You met the cold floor as her warm body was on top. You grasped her wrists as she used her body weight to slowly push down. “Why?!” you cried to her “Shut up!” she said angrily. Then a wet drop fell on your face— she was crying. She lifted her head and tears were falling down her beautiful face.

“Don’t talk!” she whimpered as you both fought against each other. “I have to,” she said to herself “I have to or it’ll be me!”

You knew it was horrible timing to admire her beautiful eyes even if they were filled with hate and guilt. They were her eyes and that’s what you loved. Your arms were growing weak and your mind was slowly accepting its fate.

—

Flashes of your life flooded your mind. Growing up you never found boys interesting, there wasn’t anything you liked about them. You didn’t think it was weird when you started to take an interest in the girls around you until your parents and friends told you differently.

Your parents would tell you that you would marry a man— and you’d live a happy life with him, but you didn’t want a “him”. They’d drill that into your head as you tried to achieve your dreams and try to express yourself.

It hurt that your parents, and friends viewed you differently because your heart skipped a beat over a pretty girl's smile.

You walked the halls confused, confused about who you were and what to do with yourself as you buried yourself down deep.

Flashes of when you started college. How you studied yourself to death pulling all-nighters. when you graduated college with flying colors and every all-nighter feeling worth it.

When you started the job of your dreams, of when you made it to raccoon city. When you met her. Your whole world came crashing down. To look at her felt like a sin. Your breath would get stuck in your throat whenever she was around. Your knees would get weak whenever she smiled.

You felt like a fool whenever she spoke. You wanted to kiss her, hug her, and count the stars together.

—

You smiled and slowly gave in to your exhaustion as the needle inched closer to your heart.

Ada’s smile flooded your mind as your heart swelled and then deflated as the needle pierced your chest.

Her scream was blood-curdling as she felt her hands sink— tears drowned her eyes. “I’m so sorry” her words flooded out as she sobbed into you.

A wet heat emerged as your vision went blurry but you could feel her distinct warmth and how she picked her head up. Your hand snaked to her cheek— “It’s okay” you smiled weakly as it became harder to keep your eyes open.

Your brain flooded with Ada’s and your planned future. Her fingers brushed your hair out of your face. Her lips pressed into yours. Both of your ring fingers were coated with gold bands as you swayed to the beat of your hearts.

“I…love you…Ada” you whispered as your head met the floor and your eyes shut as Ada embraced you for the first and last time ever.

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m2ok · 1 year

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Hello! Hope I'm not bothering you, can I make a request?

Could you please write Price comforting a m!reader after he has a bad encounter with his abusive parents?

Mine are back in my life causing chaos again and I want Price to hug me so bad (╥﹏╥)

(Also you write really good fics! Keep up the amazing work)

-🇷🇺

Of course I can!! I’m very sorry to hear about your parents, but I hope this helps a bit :) thank you for your request, and I hope things can better for you soon, love 🫶🫶

A Hug That Feels Like a Safe Haven

John Price X M!Reader

TW: mentions of parental abuse.

A/n: I didn’t get too into what the parents did exactly because I didn’t want it to be too triggering, but I hope you enjoy <3

Going home after a mission was never easy, it honestly was worse than the actual mission sometimes. It didn’t even feel like home, not when you weren’t welcomed, when your mere existence seemed to upset those around you.

This time hit especially hard, you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because the mission beforehand was emotionally taxing and you were already overloaded, maybe because you had gotten so used to being away from them that the thought of going back to that hell hole broke you down.

Either way, you had gotten out of there as soon as you could. You went back to base a week early, you couldn’t stand being around them any longer and you just had to get back to your real home, with your real family.

You were in survival mode since you left your ‘home’ and it seemed your body hadn’t realized it was safe yet, because even as you stepped back into the building you were still on edge. Your eyes were glancing everywhere for any threat of danger and you were aware of any little door closing like it could somehow be the people who hurt you coming back to continue.

You jumped when a sudden hand was placed on your shoulder, dropping your bag as you spun around and shoved the hand off.

You were met with the concerned face of your Captain, his hand still lingering in the air before he let it rest at his side. You immediately went wide eyes, hands coming up in defense as you apologized profusely.

“I’m sorry-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-“ you were shaking where you stood, and it shocked him to the core. He’d never seen you this…out of it, scared. Even on the battlefield you were calm and kept a level head, so what had shaken you this hard?

“Hey…hey it’s alright” he said as he gently took your hands in his own, the firm yet gentle grasp slowly easing you down from flight or fight mode.

He rubbed gentle circles to the tops of your hands “what happened?” He asked softly, and just like his hold on your hand his voice was soft, it was warm. He genuinely cared about what had scared you, and the thought alone had you breaking down. You weren’t used to this kind of gentleness, it was something your parents never gave you. John cared about you.

With a choked sob you fell into his arms, and he immediately wrapped his own around you. He didn’t question it as he held you tight against his body. You held onto the man like your life depended on it, your fingers gripping his shirt as you buried your head in his neck.

His arms tightened around you, one hand on your shoulder with the other held you tight against your back. It was just the right amount of pressure, it made you feel warm, it made you feel safe. You knew nothing, nobody, could hurt you while you were with him.

“My-my parents” was all you could manage to get out, and though it wasn’t much it was like he understood. For a second his grip tightened, and he pulled you closer.

He was seething with rage, though he kept it contained for your sake, but there was nothing he wanted more than to find out where your parents lived and show them why he was a Captain. He restrained himself, for now anyways. You needed him, not his anger.

“You’re safe now, I’ve got you” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Nobody’s gonna hurt you again, love. Not while I’m here” the words were gentle, but you knew they were true. He meant it, he wouldn’t let you get hurt again. Not if he could help it, and by god he was going to do everything in his power to keep you safe from now on.

“Come on” he coaxed as he pulled away from you, he could see the bags under your eyes. It was like you hadn’t slept since you left, and you probably hadn’t, but he was here to remedy that.

You grabbed your bag from the floor before you reached for his hand, his own immediately finding yours. You squeezed, and he squeezed back, before leading you down the hall. He passed your room and for a second you were confused, until you got to the common room.

The rest of the team was there, as you figured, they didn’t seem like they had any better a home life then you did, no reason for them to go back. John quietly led you over to a couch in the back, ushering you to sit down as he set the bag down next to it.

You did as you were told to, watching as John promptly sat next to you. You made quick work of leaning into his side, curling yourself into his body as he held you close. It wasn’t the easiest task, you were a military man after all so you weren’t exactly small, but that didn’t seem to matter at all.

He wrapped himself around you like it was nothing, like it was the easiest thing he had done. He rested his head on top of yours as the rest of the boys quietly resumed whatever they were doing in silent understanding. They’d all been in your position before someway or another, they knew what you were going through.

Ghost continued quietly sharpening his knives, while Soap and Gaz played a game of pool off in the corner. This was home, this was family, this was safety. With a deep, content sigh, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and let your guard down. The exhaustion hit you like a brick and within seconds you were asleep, the quiet chattering of the team behind you whole Price gently ran his fingers through your hair, pressing occasional kisses to your forehead.

You were happy to be home with your family, finally.

As always, requests are open

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Backbone part two - Syverson

Summary: You had a confrontation with The Captain but got interrupted before things could escalate. But that doesn't keep the grumpy Captain up as he orders you to meet up later. And meeting up you did.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected p in the v, spanking, let me know if I missed something.

Word count: approx 2,7k

A/N: So hi there. It's been a while, but life kinda happend (which I'm not gonna bore you with). So a (wayyy) bit longer than I wished but here is part two of Backbone. You can read part one here. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is very welcome!

As soon as darkness fell, the camp grew silent and prepared itself for another night. But it wouldn’t be like any other, not for me. I had slipped on my boots and tiptoed my way back to the Captain’s office. Even though it was dark, it wasn’t that hard for me to navigate back to the designated spot. Without a lot of thoughts I silently stepped into the hallway and eyed the closed door of his office.

The sight of it brought me back to our banter from earlier today. It had played over and over in my head and that didn’t exactly help to keep my hormones and the throbbing pulse between my legs in order. But not only his words were the culprit, it was also the ghost of his touch. How his body had felt, pressed against mine and how he had grabbed my jaw. It was like I was this horny teenager again who could only think about dicks and sex. Sex, sex, sex. It was a silent chant in my head and I cursed myself for it. Since when did I let it affect me so much?

A mix of excitement and anxiety settled in while eyeing the door closely, almost burning holes through it in hope to see if he was behind it. What if he wasn’t there? What if he just wanted to vex me? What in the bloody hell was I even doing…

I’ve shoved the train of thoughts down before they could derail and stepped into his office, silently closing the door behind me. It didn’t take long for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I quickly could make out his shape. He was leaning back against the wall, one foot popped against it and arms folded across his chest. Without seeing his face, I knew he had his brows furrowed.

“Ya late,” he stated and pushed himself from the wall, taking slow and tensive steps towards me.

The tiny hairs on my body stood right up as my defense mechanism kicked in and screamed at me to run while another part of me wanted to stay, anticipating the Captain’s actions.

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” The retort was out before I could stop it. Somehow there was something about him that just hit all the wrong nerves that’d put me on edge. And I was damn well sure he knew that too.

“Ya think ya smart, hu?” He asked as he stepped closer. I kept my stance right as it was. Confident.

“You wanna know what I think, Sir?” I asked and cocked my head, lips pursed.

“No.”

“Well, I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

That earned me a scoff.

“Then why do ya ask?”

“I was attempting to be polite.”

“Mmm,” was his only reply as he folded his arms across his chest again. Even in the darkness, I could make out his bulging biceps.

“I think…” I started but my words were cut off as he closed the distance between us. I noticed his approach, but I let him as his hands curled around my biceps and pushed me back against the closed door.

Shit, this was so wrong but it was also exhilarating. The heath between my legs started to pool again, going from zero to a hundred. I inhaled through my nose and took my gaze back to his face as he opened his mouth.

“I don’t care what ya thinkin’” he growled and pressed his lips hungrily against mine. One hand slid to my jaw as I clawed at his buzzcut, pulling him in.

The kiss was wild and full of need. Our lips moving in unison as his other hand found my waist. Quickly tugging the shirt out of my pants and placing his hand on my bare waist. The feeling of his warm palm against my skin sent an electric shudder across my skin. And that electric feel shot straight to my lower stomach as he made his way up, roaming over my ribcage and squeezed the skin just under my boob.

A deep moan escaped my throat. My own hands skimming over his warm skin and solid muscles. It was no secret that he was well-trained and muscular, since that was easy visible to the naked eye, but feeling those muscles under my palm. Damn it. It only edged me on.

“Fuck—“ I whimpered against his lips and clawed at his shirt, needing more of him. The Captain seemed to notice and slipped his shirt over his head in one swift move. My hands instantly roaming the exposed skin.

He was quick to grab the hem of my shirt and let it follow his on the floor. He cursed when he met my bare breasts, since I didn’t bother wearing a bra. What would be the use anyway?

“Jesus, Sugar,” his hands quickly shot forward, kneading the plump skin which made me gasp.

“Ya came prepared,” he stated and shot me a dark look. That look only could make me cum right then and there.

“Ya needy lil’ thing, ain’t ya?”

Lost for words I just nodded. Somehow the need to defend myself and stand my ground like before suddenly flew out of the window. The need consuming my body and started to haze my mind. It almost was like I was in some sort of drunken state. High on his touch and craving for more. More, more and just more.

“Hu.. Cat got ya tongue? Do ya want it that bad?” He grits and empathizes his words by squeezing my breasts harder.

I whimper and struggle to find words to answer. “I— yeah..” Is all I can choke out.

A feral grin starts to form on his face. He’s well aware how his touch and words affect me.

In an instant he takes a step back, leaving me a little confused and light-headed. Did he change his mind? Oh, he’d better not ‘cause there was no way my fingers could comply the building fire inside.

He takes a deep breath and nods to his desk. “Take off ya clothes and place ya hands on the desk.” He orders and I gape at him.

“You— I— Wha—“ I spluttered but he interrupted me before I could finish.

“Ya heard me. Don’t make me tell ya twice, sweetheart.”

The new nickname and command shot straight to my core but did as he told. I felt his hungry gaze follow me as I made my way to his desk. Kicking my boots off, followed quickly by the rest of my clothes. The wooden desk under my palms was a bit clammy, but hey, what a surprise - you were in the fucking desert.

As his heavy steps came closer I turned my head to glance at him. He still had this feral grin on his face and twirled his finger in the air.

“Turn back. I didn’t order ya to turn around, now did I?”

I swallowed and turned back, looking at my hands on the desk instead. Suddenly I felt his broad hands on my waist which made me shudder. He leaned forward, his bare chest covering my back, his lips brushed the shell of my ear.

“I asked ya somethin’” he breathed which made goosebumps break out over my skin.

“No,” I whispered back.

“No.” His voice is steady. “No I did not.” He continues as his hand slowly sank to my ass. Caressing my cheeks and then — WHACK.

A yelp fell over my lips at the sudden sting. He just smacked me. He smacked me hard and I liked it, a lot. I bit my lower lip to contain my panting breath.

He smoothens the smack by gently massaging the red skin.

“Ya wanna know what I think?” He asks, copying my words from earlier.

I nod my head, afraid my voice will betray how rilled up I am.

“I think this is what ya like, don’ ya? Gettin’ handled by ya Captain. Should I find out?”

It feels like my heart would jump right out of my chest. The words making my face heath. Why was this so hot when not even a few hours ago I could strangle him? The need to fight him now nowhere to be found. The feeling of wanting this was immensely stronger.

Those thoughts quickly faded when I felt how his hand slid down over my spine, onto the curve of my ass, switching to my front and lower stomach and hovering over the aching part between my thighs.

I swallowed thickly as I slightly started to spread my stance, giving him more acces. Hoping he would dip his hand further down to where I needed it the most. As if he could read my mind he did and I felt how his breath hitched against the side of my face when he met my undeniable arousal.

“Just like I thought. Fuckin’ soaked for me already.”

I whimpered when he slowly moved two fingers up and down my slit, spreading the wetness.

“Fuckin’, filthy little thin’ ” he hissed and it only made the inferno worse. So bad that I couldn’t stop the plead falling from my lips.

“Please, I need—” my voice broke as I pushed my hips back, trying to fuck his fingers. Needing him so bad, it felt like my body was as tight as a bowstring.

“If you want it so bad, I’ll give it to ya.” He breathed hoarsely.

Turning my head slightly so I could steal a glimpse at him, it was clear that he also was starting to lose it. He could pretend to be tough but seeing me bend over his desk - naked and needing - made him also threw his morals out of the window.

“Fuck it.” He cursed and he unbuckled his belt swiftly. Not even bothering to take his pants and boxer completely off, he shuffled them down to his ankles so his erection could sprang free.

Holy. Shit. I watched as he fisted his big cock, giving it a few tugs before lining it up at my soaked entrance. Only the feel of the tip made me moan again. That seemed to bring back his attention and he growled as he gripped the roots of my hair with his other hand and pushed me face down onto the desk harshly. My right cheek meeting the wooden and sticky surface.

“What did I tell ya?” He barked through clenched teeth and I wiggled against him. I needed more. I needed more of him, now.

“Just fuck me,” I begged. “Please.” I added and that was enough for him.

He snaps his hips up and slides in, making the both of us moan and whimper. The stretch of him filling me suddenly made me hiss and clench my teeth. But the sting wasn’t that bad, the banter from earlier and his dirty words made the pleasure overrule.

Pushing myself back - as far a possible since he still held my face to the desk - to feel him more, feel him deeper. He planted his free hand on my waist, steadying himself and stopping me.

“No,” I whine and try to look over my shoulder. “Please, Captain,” I beg and he snarls.

“I was planning on takin’ it easy on ya but ya makin’ it so fuckin’ damn hard!” He’s clenching his jaw hard and I notice how he shakes slightly, his control starting to slip.

I can’t help but smile at him, suddenly feeling a bit of a victory for getting him rilled up as well. His brow furrowed and he smacks my ass again.

“Oh!” I yelp and he does it again. Twice. But my smile returns and his nostrils flare.

“Is that what ya want?” He snapped and leans over me so his weight pressed me more into the desk. Even though breathing got a little bit heavier, the weight of him on me is.. good, nice, welcome.

Due this angle his cock slides further in, stretching my walls and I whimper softly.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then let me give it to ya, sweetheart.”

Without wasting a breath he snaps his hips and is instantly off on a feral pace. Fucking me right into the desk. This is punishment.

The sound of our arousal and slapping skin echoes through the office. The wooden desk groans under our weight as it’s moving back and forth with a scraping noise.

Whimpers, moans and pleads spill over my lips as he keeps rutting into me. Fucking me just like I asked him to and it’s hot as hell. This was wicked, this was madness and almost animalistic.

“Is this what ya want?” He groans out. Releasing his tight grip on my hair and leans back. I place my palms flat on the desk and push myself up. Creating another angle that makes me see stars every time he thrusts into me.

“Yes, sir,” I choke out and glance over my shoulder.

Fuck. The primal look on his face makes me squeeze my core, pulling the strained bow even tighter. His hands are digging harder and harder into my hips which I’m sure will leave some prints. But I couldn’t care less. Not when he’s fucking me this good. This hard and raw. Both chasing our carnal desire.

“Fuck, Sugar.” He curses and his movements starts to falter, getting closer and closer to the edge. He grabs my arms and pulls them back, bending my back even further into a crescent curve. And with that movement the pull in my core is as tense as it can be.

Tears start to form in my eyes due the sensation. It’s almost too much to take.

“Sy,” I sob and don’t even care when I called out his name. He reacts with a growl and curse.

“Again—Say it—“ he pants, “Say it again.”

I willingly comply.

“Fuck Sy— you— I’m gonna—“ before I can finish, the bow snaps and my orgasm washes over me.

I feel his hand clamping down over my mouth, muffling my screams. He follows me just after by three feral thrusts. With my name on his lips as a curse he reaches his climax and spills his seed into me.

My heart is pounding like crazy, creating a ringing in my ears and I let my head fall back onto the desk. Taking time to catch my panting breath and lower my heart rate.

The Captain slowly pulls out and I hear how he is dressing up already by the sounds of rustling fabric and the clink of his belt.

How in the hell can he dress up already? It feels like I’m gonna need all night to pull myself back together and descend into my body again.

I feel his palm on the small op my back. “Ya good, Private?” He asks.

Private. Alright, so I guess thats that for the nicknames. Fine.

Taking a deep breath I straighten myself and feel how my core is pulsing. Well, tomorrow is gonna be fun.

“Yes, Captain,” I answer and turn around. “Fine.”

He hands me a towel and while I wipe both of our releases off, he gathers my clothes and places them on the desk before he crosses his arms in front of his chest again. Just like he did when I walked in.

I dress silently while he keeps his eye on me like a hawk. I take a deep breath and straighten to my full length when I’m finished.

We have a stare down for a few seconds and then I’m off to unlock the door and make my way back.

Just as I open the door he slams it shut. His arm extends above me and I feel his presence close behind me. Giving me an immediate deja vu. I swallow tightly and only cock my head slightly to look at him.

He open his mouth but then closes it. He takes a deep breath and swallows.

“This cannot happen again, Private. Ya hear me?”

His smooth and arousal-filled voice is replaced by the well familiar Captain’s one and I bit my tongue.

I nod at him and held his stare. “Yes, Captain. I hear you.” He nods and I watch how his gaze flicks to my lips. He leans in slightly and the movements sends a shudder down my spine. But whatever he planned to do halts and then he leans back, opening the door

“Goodnight, Private.” “Goodnight, Captain.”

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A Fractured Flame

Last one for now! This is my absolute favourite things I've ever written, it took me ages but I was so inspired. I love the world I built in here and I've been considering going back and writing a few bits for the others based in this AU as well...

Anyway! It's a bit of a monster but I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Fire Mage!Katsuki Bakugou/Reader

Word Count: 18,916

Warnings: Magic!AU, Fluff, Smut, Kidnapping, Murder, Violence, creampie

As you sprinted through the forest, gripping your skirts tightly to keep them up and out of your way, you couldn’t help but wonder how your morning went so wrong so fast. It started as any other day, a gentle awakening with the rising sun, rousing yourself from your bed to prepare for the day. You dressed simply, a plain dark blue dress that hugged your curves but flared at the waist slightly, and made your way to the market. Your little cottage, on the outskirts of the village and surrounded by wildflowers, getting smaller behind you as you went into the centre of town. The other townspeople had greeted you with warm smiles and words of welcome, happy to see you. You may not play a huge role in the town, but they appreciated your little sewing business, doing small repairs when the tailor was too busy.

It all went to shit when you got to the market.

In hindsight, it really wasn’t all that big of a thing that set it all off. A stack of crates had fallen, nearly crashing down on top of you, but they never landed. Because somehow, you managed to blow them up before they even got close, the wood splintering apart as flames licked at it.

However, the immediate disgust and fear from the townspeople had overshadowed your joy at living through such an event.

The gentle smiles morphed into rage and disgust. Their kind words exchanged for threats and jeers, crying out one word, over and over until you couldn’t hear anything else, the word bouncing in your skull. Witch! Witch! Witch!

They had started throwing stones just as the tears had begun to roll down your cheeks. You ran from the market square, back towards your cottage, the mob of people advancing behind you.

You ran past your little cottage, into the woods, to safety. They wouldn’t follow you in there, the stories of the indigenous tribes that live out here made them too fearful. You hid when you found a large tree with gnarled roots, lying yourself low as you covered your mouth to muffle your sobs.

It’s when you snuck back to the edge of the forest later on that you find that the townspeople had set your cottage ablaze; your home, your belongings, the patch of wildflowers that used to sway so prettily in the wind reduced to mere ash, everything you knew- gone.

You turned back to the forest, and began to run. You couldn’t stop so close to town, even if they wouldn’t venture far into the woods, there was a chance they’d risk it to catch you. After all- Magic was forbidden. Taboo. Shameful. You had no idea how long you’d been running when your legs finally gave out. Falling hard, your dress immediately getting muddied as you skidded along the forest floor, and your hands outstretched and getting scraped by some of the roots of nearby trees. You stayed on the floor, the tears on your cheeks having dried long ago but the sobs continued to echo through the forest around you, your eyes aching at the lack of moisture. There were no more tears to cry. It was like there was a hole in your chest, gaping wide and growing steadily the more you lay there. The image in your mind of your cottage on fire, the words of the townspeople shaking you to your core even now. Witch! We can’t let her live! Burn her! Kill her!

The people you had trusted, cared for, all turned on you within the space of a few minutes. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and nothing to your name. What the hell do you do when everything crumbles around you?

The sound of a twig snapping nearby had your breath catching in your throat, pushing yourself up onto your hands and knees, head snapping to where the sound had come from.

A woman? Dressed in a brown skirt and breast band, lined with red stitching, and a black cloak with fur lining the edges, the woman looked at you in shock. You scrabbled your way backwards, away from her, crying out when a nearby tree suddenly bursts into flames. The woman’s eyes widened before she raised a hand towards the flames, and right before your eyes they ebbed away until all that was left was singed bark. Somehow, tears began to fall from your dehydrated eyes once again, your hands flying to cover your face.

“You can’t control it, can you?” Her voice is casual, if a little rough around the edges, and you lowered your hands slightly to look up at her. She had crossed the space between you while you panicked, crouching down with a soft smile on her face. Wild ash blonde hair, cut shortish and spiking up all around her head, and deep red eyes. Displayed on her belly was a tribal flame, looking like a tattoo or a brand. She was beautiful, in a wild sort of way, and you wiped at your cheeks, shaking your head at her. “I didn’t even know I could do it, until this morning. They ran me out of town…” Her expression softened further at your words, her hand reaching out to you. “Come with me. I know some people who can help you.” You eyed her hand in suspicion, eyes moving back up to look into hers after a moment, and she sighed as she retracted her hand. “I know, don’t trust the crazy lady in the forest you just met. But really, what other choice do you have? I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you. You saw what I did. We can help you.” After a moment of consideration, you nodded to her, standing and brushing yourself off as you did. The woman held her hand out to you again, and this time, you took it. “I’m Mitsuki. C’mon, let’s go meet the rest of the tribe.”

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As it turned out, Mitsuki was from one of the indigenous tribes. Almost everyone here had some level of control over fire, just like you apparently did. As you travelled, she told you about the little village they had deep in the woods, more like a camp than anything, and how most of the people there were born and raised in the village. A few, though, were like you- outsiders, accepted when society pushed them away. It made you feel a little better that you weren’t the first person this had happened to, who had suddenly presented with magic so late in life.

Most magic users presented with their abilities as young children, but some people were late bloomers, their magic not showing up until well into adulthood in some cases.

“At least you got fire! It’s the best magic to have, ask anyone in the village!” She winked at you, bumping you with her elbow, and you couldn’t hold back the small giggle at her antics. “Finally! Thought I was gonna have to resort to something drastic to get a smile outta you!” “I’m sorry I was such a mess when you found me. It was a lot to take in…” You looked down at the ground sheepishly, avoiding stepping on a sharp-looking rock as you approached the outskirts of the village. “Hey, don’t worry about it! It’s scary when it first shows up, and you had no warning. It’s understandable, so relax! We’re going to get you all set up here with us now. You belong here. It’s safe.” Mitsuki smiled at you again, and you felt yourself relax further.

As you approached the village, your eyes roved over everything, trying to take it in all at once. Rows upon rows of tents of various sizes were scattered throughout a clearing in the forest, a cliff face at the far edge with the biggest tent situated in front of the rock wall. Most of the tents were decorated with red paint or stitching, patterns and swirls covering their surfaces. Children ran around, darting between the tents, adults carrying baskets of items and foods around as they laughed and chatted. It was beautiful. A large fire was at the center of the encampment, situated in a large stone bowl. As you walked past it, you glanced into the fire and stopped in your tracks. There was no wood. No kindling. Nothing else- just the flame itself.

“It’s called the Eternal Flame. It’s our people’s greatest treasure. As long as this fire burns, our people will be safe, and prosper. It protects us, guides us, and in turn we protect it.” Mitsuki’s voice had gone soft, almost like a prayer. There were people gathered around near the fire, their hands clasped together and their eyes shut, lips moving in soundless worship. This was obviously a very important relic to the people here, and you could hardly tear your eyes away from it. It was like it called to you, your brain filled with static as you took a few steps forward, hand outstretched. The flames danced before you, your head tilting in wonder as they almost seemed to seek you out, tendrils weaving through the air, coming towards your hand.

“What the fuck is this, old hag?!”

The spell was broken when a deep, gravelly voice cut through the moment. Your head snapped to the side, panicked gaze settling on a man with hair and eyes almost identical to Mitsuki’s. The deep frown was nothing like her soft features, though.

He was glaring right at you, stomping forward until he was right beside you. Mitsuki’s hand came out of nowhere, pushing the man further from you as she stepped into the space between you and him.

“What the hell, Katsuki?! There are kids here, watch your mouth!” Her hand shot out again, smacking the side of his head harshly. The man growled, his lips twisting and baring his teeth in rage at her. “I was just showing the newcomer the Eternal Flame.” “This dumbass was about to touch it , you blind witch !” His avoidance at using any foul language had the air escaping from your lungs again in no time.

Witch! Witch! Witch!

Your knees buckled as you struggled to draw in breaths, Mitsuki coming to your aid swiftly, and she wrapped her arms around you. Her gentle shushing as she stroked your hair was helping to calm you down, stopped the swimming of your vision, and you looked up again at the blurry form of the man in front of you. As your eyes cleared, you could clearly see the confusion on his face as he sneered down at you.

“What the f- What’s wrong with her?” His voice was slightly softer now, seemingly realising the delicate nature of the situation. Mitsuki scowled up at him, her eyes narrowed. “ That is something to be discussed later. We need to get her to our tent. She’s staying with us tonight until we can find her her own.” The groan the man let out told you all you needed to know about his feelings on the matter, however he moved closer to you and leaned down. With one hand secured under your knees and the other across your back, he lifted you with ease and began to walk toward the cliff.

It was only now that you registered what he was wearing.

Brown pants with red linings, much like Mitsuki, and a black fur lined cloak again.

But- no shirt.

His abs and pecs were pressed against your side, and you stiffened in his arms at the realisation that you were being carried by a very attractive shirtless man. He seemed to pay you no mind, however, as he walked straight into the big tent in the camp, made up of multiple rooms. The room you were carried into seemed to be some sort of lounge. There was a large, low table in the centre of the room, surrounded by soft looking pillows on all sides. Tapestries hung from various stands in the room, all depicting some kind of image of fire on them. The man placed you down on one of the pillows, before moving to the other side and settling himself down on another pillow, glaring at you already as he rested his elbow on his raised knee.

Mitsuki entered shortly after, removing her cloak and hanging it on a nearby stand, looking around the room.

“Masaru! Could you come in here, please?” She called out into one of the tent additions to the side, partitioned by a thick curtain. The curtain moved aside, a tall man entering and his eyes widening in surprise at your presence at the table. Mitsuki moved past him, squeezing his arm lightly as she went to sit directly across from you, with ‘Katsuki’ to her right. Masaru shook himself from his shock, going to sit on her other side and smile at you warmly.

“Hello, and welcome. I’m Masaru, and I see you’ve met my wife Mitsuki and our son, Katsuki. We’re the tribe leaders here.” Your eyes widened as you looked at Mitsuki, realising you’d been travelling with the Chieftess of the tribe. She snickered at your response, waving at you from the other side of the table.

“Don’t worry about all that- we need to talk about what happened to you today. If you don’t mind telling us, that is?”

You thought about it for a moment, before you nodded. If you were going to get over this, you needed to not bottle it up inside. You proceeded to fill them in on what happened- the market, the crates, the instant fire and the mob running you out of town. Returning to see your cottage ablaze, running out into the woods until you fell and Mitsuki found you.

They all listened attentively, Masaru and Mitsuki’s faces shifting to hurt and anger at parts of your story, while their son simply glared the whole time. When you were done, you felt lighter, like the hole in your chest had lessened some.

“Then you’ll stay here, in the village. We can keep you safe and teach you how to control your magic.” Mitsuki halted for a moment, before a devious grin spread across her face. “In fact, Katsuki can teach you. He’s very good with his magic, so you’ll have the best we’ve got to offer!”

There was a beat of silence, until- “ What?! ” Katsuki’s voice rang through the empty air, making you jump. “I ain’t teachin’ this nobody!” He folded his arms across his chest, looking off to the side and huffing. You shook your head, hands coming up to wave in the air in front of you. “No! It’s fine, if he doesn’t want to then-” “No, doesn't matter if he wants to, this will be the perfect way to get you back on track! You had that little hiccup but this will get you back to the good path!” “Wha- just because I-” “You attacked that boy from the lightning tribe with no provocation-” “He did provoke me, he was being a dunce fa-” “It doesn’t matter if he was being dumb, that’s no reason to-” The arguing continues, your eyes growing wider at the sight of the two blondes leaning closer to one another, faces twisting with rage more with each word. When you saw them like this, it was easy to tell they were related, and from the small popping you could hear coming from Katsuki’s palms, things were about to escalate. You turned your head to look at Masaru, blanching when you saw the fond smile on his face as they argued. He turned to you, his grin widening.

“Don’t worry, they’re like this all the time. Keeps things interesting.” He claps his hands together, the two blondes immediately halting their yelling. They switched to growling at one another, teeth bared. “That’s enough, you two. Katsuki, you’ll teach this young woman how to control her abilities and that’s final.” Katsuki groaned, getting up and stomping out of the tent, grumbling to himself the whole time. Your eyes followed his movements as he left, a frown on your face. Turning back to Mitsuki and Masaru, you gave them a questioning look. “Oh, don’t mind him. He’s always been a little… abrasive. But he’s good at heart.” Masaru stood as well, going back through to the room that he’d been in when you’d arrived, presumably their bedroom. Mitsuki stood as well, walking over to you and grasping your hands, pulling you up while she seemed to consider your body. “I’m going to get you some new clothes, but I’ll take you to the river first to clean up. It isn’t far, c’mon.” She kept one of your hands in hers, pulling you out into the camp once more and turning to follow the cliff face along the back edge. After a little while of walking on a downtrodden path, you came upon a small waterfall that cascaded down into a river. The current didn’t look too powerful, and when you crouched to dip your fingers into the water, it was cool rather than cold. Perfect for bathing in. You looked up at Mitsuki again, raising a brow at her. “No one will come this way, don’t worry. I’ll just get you some clothes and be right back.” She pointed to a small wooden ledge that had been attached to some rocks near the water’s edge, small bottles and bars of soap laid out. “Take your pick, I’ll only be a few minutes.” As she wandered away, you looked down at the water, and then your scraped hands. You knew you probably looked a mess, so you wasted no time in stripping off and lowering yourself into the water, fully submerging yourself. When you came back up, you smoothed your hair away and went over to the wooden ledge, picking up various bottles and bars until you found a scent you liked, before starting to scrub. True to her word, Mitsuki returned shortly after, a large absorbent looking cloth in one hand and a bundle of clothes in the other. She settled herself onto a nearby rock as you washed your hair, looking out towards the camp and smiling softly. “You know, as I understand it… you city folk think us all to be vicious barbarians, don’t you?” You felt your face heat slightly, looking up at her as you rinsed your hair gently. “Yes… the stories that are told paint you all out to be murderous, but you’ve been nothing but kind to me. Thank you, Mitsuki. I mean it, if it weren’t for you… I don’t know what I would have done.” She smiled at you in return, before looking back at the village. “We allow those rumours simply to keep us safe. You know first hand what the people think of us magic users… we have children and elderly here, and not all of us are powerful. Even if it was somewhere as small as your village attacking us, we wouldn’t stand a chance. We have to keep everyone safe. And it isn’t just us, either. There are many magic tribes in this forest, all of us united in trying to keep each other and our tribes away from civilisation in order to protect our people.” She glanced at you, reaching out to help you out of the water, and wrapped you in the absorbent cloth. She placed her hands on your shoulders, looking at you softly once more. “That includes you. This is your home now. Will you help us protect it?” You thought for a moment, thinking back at how kind everyone had been when you walked through the village before, of the soft smiles of Mitsuki and Masaru, and then of the Eternal Flame. With a new determination in your eyes, you nodded to her. “Yes. I’ll learn how to control this, and I’ll help protect the tribe.” Her grin widened, a gleam in her eyes.

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The clothes that Mitsuki gave you were simple. A brown dress with red accents, and a dark green cloak. Walking back through the village, you felt more at ease this time, less like you stuck out. People greeted you with warm smiles, gentle hello’s.

It was just like home, before everything went to shit.

You felt yourself tear up slightly, but wiped them away. This was no time to be upset. Your old life was over, and you had to get used to that. This was a second chance. Having magic didn’t mean you would be murdered here, it was celebrated, encouraged. These people were nothing like what you’d been told, the stories in your village had been wrong. Mitsuki and Masaru were kind, the people you passed in the pathways between the tents were welcoming. Katsuki was rough around the edges, sure, but one bad seed in a village of this size? Arriving back at the Chief’s tent, Mitsuki squeezed your shoulder, motioning with her head out towards the encampment. “You should go to the Eternal Flame again. That’s where we gather for events, and Masaru should be waiting for you there. I’ll be along shortly, don’t worry.” You nodded to her and turned, making your way through the emptier paths alongside many of the members of the tribe. It seemed as though everyone was headed to the centre, gathering in the larger open space surrounding the Eternal Flame. When you reached it, Masaru was standing near the large bowl, Katsuki at his side looking bored. Masaru spotted you and motioned you forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as you neared him. He smiled, before clearing his throat and calling the attention of the people gathered- the whole tribe. “Everyone! This young lady is the newest member of our tribe. She was exiled from her home for presenting with magic!” A grumble of displeasure rose from the crowd, Masaru raising a hand to halt it after a moment. “I know! I know… but it has brought us luck! For this woman is now part of us- part of our family. We shall protect her as she will protect us!” Cheers and raised voices of excitement were the response this time, a small smile rising on your lips. Masaru spun in a circle slowly, still addressing the crowd. “However, as always, I must ask. Does anyone have an objection?” There was a moment of silence, before the whole crowd erupted once more- cries of ‘No!’ and ‘Let her in!’ from the tribe, wide grins on their faces as they clapped and raised fists in support. You looked around at them in wonder, these strangers taking you in so quickly and with such positivity causing a few stray tears to fall from your lashes. Masaru smiled at you broadly, raising a brow at you. “And what say you? Will you join us?” Mitsuki’s voice came out of nowhere, and you spun to face her quickly. In her hands she held a small item, mostly hidden from you. You looked around at everyone, a wide smile on your face as you nodded. “I will!” The noise was deafening, the whole tribe exclaiming in joy at your agreement, Mitsuki rushing forward to wrap her arms around you in a tight hug. As she leaned back, you managed to see the item in her hands. It was a small stick, with a piece of metal on the end, a raised pattern on the outer edge of it, in the shape of a tribal flame. She moved around you, holding the metal end into the Eternal Flame, and before your eyes the raised ridges of metal began to glow. Turning her head towards you, she smiles at the confusion on your face. “Don’t worry. The Eternal Flame will brand you with magic, so there will be no pain. But it will make you an official member of the tribe, and grant you it’s protection. Where do you want it? Mine’s on the back of my shoulder, but it can go wherever you wish.” You thought about it for a moment before raising the hem of your dress, keeping yourself mostly covered until a small patch of your upper outer thigh was exposed. There were a few whistles from the crowd, and you felt a heat rise on your face, but you didn’t lower it down. Mitsuki laughed, throwing her head back as she removed the brand from the fire. “Good spot! Now hold still, this will only take a second.” Hovering the brand over your skin for a moment, she made sure it was how she wanted, before firmly pressing it to your skin. You held your breath, still expecting pain even when reassured that it wouldn’t hurt, but when the metal touched your skin, all you felt was...

Warmth. Safety. Protection . There was no sizzle of skin, but when she removed the brand the outline of the tribal flame remained in black, your skin slightly raised, like a tattoo. You stroked your hand over it, your mouth hung open slightly in awe, before you raised your head to look up at Mitsuki. She beamed down at you, her eyes sparkling.

“Welcome to the tribe.”

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Evening found the Bakugou family and you back in their tent, and Katsuki was silently seething.

Who the fuck did you think you were? Showing up out of nowhere and now suddenly he has to babysit you and teach you how to use your magic? Bullshit. Watching you laugh with his parents only pissed him off more. They were hanging on your every word, just like the whole tribe had been, but why? They’d accepted outsiders before, but never had he seen the whole tribe get excited like this.

Most troubling to him, was what he had seen earlier- with the Eternal Flame. When you had reached out to touch it… It had looked like the Flame was reaching back. That had never happened before. The Flame never reacted to anyone, ever. What the hell was so special about you?

And now he was going to have to spend time with you, alone , when he couldn’t think of anything worse.

Grunting as he pushed himself upright, he walked over to hover nearby to where you were talking to his parents. He cleared his throat, catching the group’s attention, before looking straight at you. “Soon as the sun is up, we’re starting your training. Don’t keep me waiting.” He didn’t hang around to hear a response, leaving to go through the curtain to his part of the tent, next door to the area you would be sleeping in. When he fell into bed shortly after, he laid on his back and stared up at the roof of the tent. He glared at the cloth, as if somehow that would make everything make sense, but the material remained as blank as always. He huffed, turning onto his side and pulling his covers over himself, hoping that sleep would calm him down.

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Back in the main room, you stared after Katsuki as he left, mouth hung open. You turned to Mitsuki and Masuru, the confusion still present on your face. Masaru chuckled, and Mitsuki glared after him with a sneer on her face. “I’ll make sure you’re up in plenty of time, don’t worry.” The blonde woman got up to her feet, she turned to you and her face melted into a soft smile, then she moved to get into bed herself. Masaru followed her, throwing you a soft goodnight as you stood and entered your own sleeping area. When the curtain slipped closed behind you, you took a deep breath.

The whole day felt like a blur. Your hand drifted to trace the brand on your thigh absently through your skirt, your eyes glazing over. This was your life now. A tribe of fire magic users had welcomed you into their ranks, giving you more warmth than you’d ever received from anyone before. Even when you were growing up. The locals from your town had all taken you in when they’d found you wandering by the forest’s edge, but their welcome was nothing compared to today.

You shook yourself out of your stupor, moving to dress for bed and crawl under the blanket, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up with you. Sleep came easily, your dreams filled with the warm glow of the Eternal Flame, and the cool glare of red eyes.

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Mitsuki shook you awake gently in the morning, informing you that cooked meat and bread were on the table for breakfast, as well as some fruits. She had to run off this morning to help with the hunt, but she’d be back before sundown and made you promise to tell her if Katsuki was an ass during your training.

As you entered the main living room after you dressed for the day, a simple tunic and breeches with some boots, you came to realise that brown with red accents seemed to be the main colour scheme for the tribe. Masaru was wearing the same colours, as was Katsuki- although the younger man still wore no shirt, his tribal emblem displayed proudly on his left pectoral. He sneered at you as you entered, before returning to his breakfast silently. Masaru, however, gave you a warm grin and chatted with you as you ate, asking how you slept, informing you that they were setting up a tent for you nearby. While it would be nowhere near as fancy as this one, it would have two rooms, a living area and a bedroom.

Katsuki finished before you, but sat silently and waited for you to finish, standing and getting his cloak before you even finished your last bite.

“C’mon. Let’s go.” He swept out of the tent, intending to wait outside as you grabbed your own cloak and followed his lead, throwing Masaru a goodbye over your shoulder. He led you away from camp wordlessly once he noticed you had exited, and you followed like a lost puppy, trying to memorise the routes through the tents. You strayed further from the camp and into the woods, before you came to a large clearing with a stone floor built into it, Katsuki heading to stand in the middle. He turned to face you, motioning to a small stack of wood that was nearby. “Grab one of the logs and bring it here, onto the stone.” You followed the instruction, straightening when you had finished setting it down, and looked at him. Katsuki watched you through narrowed eyes, before looking down at the wood again. “Light it on fire.” You frowned in confusion at his words. Wasn’t he supposed to teach you how? He seemed to notice your hesitation, growling at you in response. “C’mon. Light it up, newbie.” “I- I don’t know how?” His frown deepened at your words, his arms crossing across his chest.

“Well how did you do it before?” “I didn’t mean to the first time. A bunch of crates were falling and they would have hit me, I just reacted.” He seemed to think for a moment, before nodding his head.

“Right. You’re like a kid when they first present then.” You bristled at his words, crossing your own arms across your chest. “Relax, I’m just talking about the fact that you’ve presented so late. You’ll be fine. Close your eyes.” You eyed him suspiciously before following the order, waiting for his next command. There was a moment of quiet before he spoke again. “Focus inward. Deep inside, there’s a fire that lives inside you. You have to bring it out into the open. Listen to the trees, feel the stone under your feet. This whole world is filled with magic, and you can tap into it.” As he spoke, you tried to follow along, but you couldn’t help but feel stupid with your actions. This was like meditating, and doing it with him watching you felt so embarrassing. Suddenly, there was a slap! Against your arm, and your eyes shot open to glare at the man in front of you. “Stop it. You’re never gonna learn if you don’t do what I say, and we’ll both be stuck doing this bullshit forever until you learn. Focus up, newbie. I don’t wanna be stuck with you forever.” His words stung, but you nodded your head and closed your eyes again. You did as he said, focusing on the sounds and smells of nature around you, until finally- you felt it. A small ember, deep inside you, but it was there. In your mind, you conjured a mental image of the fire, a mental version of yourself fanning at the flames and adding kindling until the fire grew in size. You held your hand out over the wood in front of you, imagining that your flame jumped from your little fire to the empty wood, and felt your hand grow slightly warmer for a second, felt the wind shift around you, and when you opened your eyes-

There was a tiny flame. Really, a tiny flame.

Katsuki stifled a laugh. You glared up at him.

He burst into laughter, bending over and clutching his stomach when your cheeks puffed out in indignation.

“I’ve seen kids with bigger flames! God, you’re weak! ” His words were breathless in his laughter, but he managed to push them out. You simply continued to glare at him, eyes flitting down for a moment to see that your tiny flame was gone again. Your face fell, disappointment filling you. “Do it again.” Your eyes snapped up to his, seeing him wipe away a tear as he caught his breath. He nodded down to the wood once again. “Go on. This is training, you’re not gonna get any better without doing it over and over, and the old hag wont let me off with anything if you have a flame that small. Do it again." And so began your training sessions, for hours every morning.

---------------------------------- Weeks had passed with little incident. You moved into your tent, made friends with a few locals, even started working with some of the tailors in the camp to help repair tents and make clothing. You were carving out a place for yourself here and settling in nicely.

The magic, however, was still lacking.

Your fire had grown slightly in the weeks you and Katsuki had been working together, but it was still pitiful compared to most of the children in the tribe. You had no idea why you were struggling so much, but it wasn’t getting better as quickly as you’d like, and you were sick of it. That’s what led you to your idea.

A terrible idea, to be honest, but at the time you thought it was great.

As you made your way to the training grounds long after the sun had set, shivering slightly and tightening your cloak around you, you were still convinced this was a good idea.

Finally, the stone floored clearing came into view in the limited light of the moon that filtered through the trees. You grabbed a piece of wood and took it to the centre, setting it on the floor and sitting in front of it, crossing your legs and closing your eyes. You focused on your breathing, listening to the sounds of the forest around you and visualising your flame again in your head, seeing the embers flick to life in your mind. Once again, you focused on moving the flame, letting it jump from your fire to the empty log and holding your hand out over it.

You felt the warmth spread down your arm, into your palm, and peeked one eye open to see the small fire on the log- still tiny. You sighed, watching the small fire flicker for a few moments before going out again.

Why am I this weak?

As you sat there in your misery, you never heard the beast approach you from behind. Only when you heard its claws tap on the hard stone floor of the training ground, making you turn your head and finally notice it, did you panic.

There, right in front of your eyes, was a truly massive wolf. Blonde fur covering most of it, deep, empty black eyes glinted at you in the darkness.

Striking white teeth that glittered in the moonlight as it bared its teeth harshly, a growl erupting from deep in it’s chest.

Your breath caught in your chest. Your eyes widened, but you couldn’t move- frozen in your terror.

The beast advanced towards you, eyes laser focused on your form as the muscles in its legs shifted under its skin. You managed to turn around, scrambling backwards, but all it did was speed up, moving closer to you by the second, nearly on top of you, and you reacted without thinking, throwing an arm up towards it, feeling the heat surge through you as massive flames erupted from your palm, covering the beast. The wolf yelped in pain, lurching back and rolling on the floor of the training area. “Move, newbie!” Katsuki came out of nowhere, charging towards the beast and raising his own hands towards it, huge explosions of fire flying from his palms, aimed directly at the beast. Realising it stood no chance against two of you, the beast fled, flames still licking at its heels and the stench of singed fur hovering in the air around you. You pushed yourself up and started running back to camp, throwing a glance behind you to make sure Katsuki was following and not chasing the monster. Thankfully, he was hot on your heels, catching up to you and grabbing your hand to pull you along faster as he ran back to the tribal grounds.

When you finally got back, the two of you stood outside your tent and gasped for breath, Katsuki recovering faster than you and turning to you with an incredulous frown.

“What the hell were you doing, newbie?! You could have gotten yourself killed out there!” His eyes were blazing, trying to understand what pushed you to this. You looked up at him guiltily, finally managing to control your breathing.

“I was… trying to practise more. I thought if I got more practise in- maybe I’d get better, and you wouldn’t have to waste your time with me anymore… I know I’m a burden and I don’t want to be anymore. I have to get stronger.” Your fists clenched in determination as you spoke, your eyes never leaving his. His face fell into a softer frown as he shook his head, a hand reaching up to rub at the bridge of his nose.

“The forest isn’t safe at night, the wolves in this area can’t come into the camp because of the magic wards, but once you hit the trees the protection falls. That’s why no one is allowed out into the woods after dark, moron.” Katsuki flicked your forehead, before he folded his arms across his chest. “I know you suck, but that was a dumb idea, even for you. But… Now I know you’re capable. That flame you threw at it when I first got there? It was perfect .” “I was so scared… I just- did it. I wasn’t thinking at all. I just… reacted.” You shook your head as you spoke, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. Katsuki looked at the sky for a moment, before looking back down at you.

“Everyone’s magic works differently. Maybe that’s what we need to do for you. Clear your mind completely and work on base instinct.” You considered his words carefully, nodding after a moment. “I was only able to destroy the crates when they were falling on me, so I guess that makes sense?” Knotting your fingers together, you looked up at him with an apologetic expression. “Thank you for saving me… I’m sorry for causing trouble for you- wait, how did you know I was even out there?” Katsuki opens his mouth and raises a finger, before hesitating and looking off to the side, his face morphing to one of slight alarm.

“I- don’t know. I just had a bad feeling. I’ve learned to trust my gut on this kind of stuff. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Do your extra training in the daylight, dumbass.” He stalked away back to his own tent, ending the conversation before you could question him further. You watched him leave, admiring his broad shoulders as he left, before shaking yourself out of your distraction. This was not the time for that- the man was argumentative, annoying and brutish. No way you were going to let yourself catch feelings, no matter how attractive he was.

He was so attractive. Damn him.

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Your training was going much better now. The morning after your little night time mishap, Katsuki had you focusing on clearing your mind entirely, just feeling your magic flow within yourself and allowing it to work on just your feelings and instinct.

Your fire was growing by the day.

Every training session had you leaving with a wide smile on your face, Katsuki even grinning at you a few times when you managed to grow it significantly overnight on occasion.

“Maybe you’re not such a terrible mage after all, dumbass.”

God , he was so handsome when he smiled. The more your fire grew, the more you seemed to gain feelings for the abrasive man, his softer moments giving you a new view on him. This wasn’t a man who argued for no reason, he was actually very level headed. Katsuki was passionate, and protective of his people and his home. He rarely did things without thinking them through, unless he was truly pissed off.

In those cases, he tended to act first and ask questions later.

But he had started to be kinder to you most of the time, and your traitorous heart always skipped a beat when he smiled at you, or stood too close.

“The chief’s son seems to have come around finally, hm?” Jumping out of your skin at the sudden voice, you turned your head from your absentminded sewing. It was one of the other tribe members that you’d grown quite close to during your time here so far, Rumi. Tanned skin stretched over strong muscles, white hair falling to her waist, and shining red eyes. Rumi was one of the hunters for the tribe and almost always got into a scuffle of some kind when out in the forest, coming to the tailors for repairs nearly every time. I get a little rough out there, sorry!

Lately she’d taken a liking to you, even more so when she’d seen that Katsuki wasn’t as harsh towards you as he had been when you’d first arrived at the camp. She loved to tease, and you were her latest target, all in good fun of course. You grinned up at her, shaking your head.

“There’s nothing going on, Rumi. Bakugou is just training me because his parents are making him, nothing else.” Looking back down at the tunic you were finishing the stitching on, you wondered how she knew that you’d been thinking about him.

“You always get this look on your face when you think about him.” Your head tipped up sharply, your eyes widening. Is this bitch psychic?! Rumi burst out laughing at the look on your face, clutching her stomach. She swiped at a tear, letting out a deep exhale as she tried to control her breathing again. “You’re probably thinking I’m psychic or something, aren’t you? Nah, I just know you now. You’re easy to read once you spend a little time.”

She ruffled the hair on your head, settling herself down onto the floor next to you outside the tailor’s tent, waving to one of the other members of the tribe that was stitching together some pants as she glanced around.

“Where is lover-boy, anyway? He’s usually somewhere near you these days.” Heat rushed to your face at her words, looking at her with a playful frown as you tied off your thread.

“I don’t think he spends any time around me when we’re not training, Rumi. He isn’t as fond of me as you seem to think.” “Oh he is. You just don’t see it because he keeps his distance, but he’s usually got his eye on you, most of the time. Weird that he isn’t here somewhere…” You ignored her, cutting the thread and turning the tunic back from being inside out, admiring your embroidery of the edges. Satisfied with your work for the day, you folded the tunic and stood, placing it on a nearby table of finished pieces. Stretching your arms over your head and groaning at your tight muscles, you looked down at Rumi, watching her scan the area.

“I need a nice bath. You wanna come too?” She was up in an instant, grasping at your shoulders.

“Yes. Please. Please . Think I pulled a muscle in my shoulder yesterday during the hunt, I need you to massage it for me. You’re a lifesaver!” Giggling at her antics, you both went to your tents to get cloths to dry yourselves with and some new, clean clothes. When you met back up, Rumi linked her arm through yours and practically dragged you to the river, which was thankfully empty at this time of day. You’d taken to bathing in the middle of the day when less people were around, as it was quieter and more peaceful. As you stripped and slipped into the water, Rumi scanned the tree line before she did the same, and you quirked a brow at her.

“Something wrong?” “I heard Mitsuki say something about the magic wards needing to be strengthened soon, I’m a little worried that we may lose the protection of the wards and outsiders could find us. It’s probably nothing though. Don’t worry about it.” A smile spread over her face as she dunked her head under the water, resurfacing a moment later and pulling her hair over one shoulder. “It’s this one thats painful, can you help a sister out?” You smiled and nodded, moving closer to stand behind her and raise your hands to rub at the sore muscle. Rumi practically moaned when you found the knot that was causing her pain, and you giggled again at her over dramatics. It was peaceful, the sounds of the wind in the trees and birds chirping soothing you as you washed yourself once you were done massaging her shoulder.

Once you were bathed and dressed once again, all hell broke loose.

An arrow shot out from the trees nearby, slamming into Rumi’s bad shoulder and sending her reeling back a few steps as she cried out in pain. Your eyes widened as a group of men came sprinting through the tree line, one of them quickly grasping at you and throwing a bag over your head. And just like with the wolf- you froze. You tried to summon your magic, to fight back at them, to do something - but your concern for Rumi was too prevalent, your mind unable to clear and focus on yourself when your friend was hurt. You heard her call your name before something seemed to hit her, and the sound of her body crumpling to the floor had you panicking harder. Your breaths were starting to hurt with how forcefully you were dragging them in, the man holding your arms behind your back dragging you away. You tried to open your mouth to scream but your lungs wouldn’t cooperate, nothing leaving you but silent sobs heaving from your chest. Tears streamed from your eyes, soaking the material of the bag and making it stick to your face in places.

“We got her, now let’s go! ” One of the other men in the group shouted out, prompting the rest to make their way back to the trees quickly. You finally found some fight somewhere deep inside you, resisting and pulling back, though you still couldn’t seem to find your voice.

“Why ain’t we takin’ the other one?” “The boss said his beef is with this one for now, so we just take this one, now move !”

“Stop fighting, bitch! This’ll be better for you if you come quietly!” His voice rasping in your ear made you cringe away, more sobs leaving your mouth as you fought even harder to escape him.

You heard one of the other men behind you swear under his breath before the world turned black.

---------------------------------- You awoke to a throbbing pain on the back of your head, and an ache in your shoulders. There was very little light coming in through your closed eyes, and when you peeked them open you found yourself in a small store room, on a thin layer of straw on the floor. The window had no light peeking through, telling you night had fallen, though that wasn’t your biggest concern right now.

Your biggest concern was the cool metal you could feel encasing your hands, and the chink of chains when you tried to move.

Your arms were bound behind you, so it took you several minutes to push yourself up to a seated position. When you finally managed, you were panting, missing the use of your arms intensely as you studied your surroundings in the low light. The room was empty apart from the straw you were sat on, and when you looked behind you all you could see was that the chains seemed to be attached to the wall. What the fuck is happening?

The door on the opposite wall to you creaked open, allowing light to sweep into the room suddenly. You squinted at the figure standing in the doorway, trying to see if you recognised the large man filling the space, but his face was shrouded in shadows.

“You’re finally awake!” His voice was too loud, too cheerful. He took a few more steps into the room, finally allowing you a look at his face. He was tall, his large nose and chin pointed. His hairline was receding, giving away his age, with a widow’s peak at the centre of his forehead. The look in his dark eyes was worrying, almost a little unhinged as he approached you. “I thought I’d rid the world of the plague that was your tribe years ago… and yet here you are. Joined with the other ones . This is too perfect.”

The dark chuckle he gave sent a chill down your spine. You shuffled further away from him, your back hitting the wall quickly as you tried to stay away. What the hell is he talking about? My tribe? I’ve only been part of the tribe for a few weeks, but he said years? And the other ones? I don’t understand…

“Wh- What are you talking about? What problem do you have with my tribe? We’ve done nothing to you!” Images flashed through your mind as you thought of your people-your family .

Mitsuki. Masaru. Rumi. The tailors. The faces of every tribe member at your branding ceremony.

Katsuki.

Your eyes filled with tears of anger, your face morphing into a sneer at the man in front of you.

“I won’t let you hurt them!” The man laughs, placing his hands on his hips.

“I’m talking about your old tribe, stupid girl.” As his laughter dies down, he takes a step closer and crouches down to eye level, not phased by the fury burning into him from your gaze. He smiles again, the white of his teeth glinting menacingly in the low light of the room. “Or do you not remember? Did your feeble little mind block the memories? Do you want me to remind you?” You frowned in confusion, shaking your head slowly.

“No, I- I was from a village, they raised me-”

“From when you were a child? But what about before that, hm? Let me refresh your memory… Years ago, when you were just a child, I took my men to your tribe. I thought I had killed you all, but somehow you got out without my knowledge...”

He began to tell a tale of his epic battle, but his words had become white noise, memories flooding into your head drowning them out.

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The scent of smoke and ash litters the air as the tribe fights back against the invaders. The tents were all blazing in the dark, the moon shining down on the many bodies already piled up from both sides. You stared with wide eyes from the mouth of your family’s tent, unable to tear your gaze from the body of the nice man who makes your dresses. His eyes were wide open too, but the blood pouring from his mouth and throat was a definite difference between you two.

The strange men had come in the middle of the night, and the screams from the edge tents had woken you and your parents. Being in the big tent, you all were the most protected. Your mother had dragged you out of your bed and pushed you underneath a table in the living room, telling you to stay put- but of course you hadn’t listened.

You wished you had listened.

All of your tribe were dying . Your parents had left you to go join the fight, to protect the tribe, to protect their part of the Flame. As the Chieftains for this half of the fire tribe, they had the most power, the best chance of defeating these enemies but-

Your tribe was losing.

The invaders had already slaughtered half of the tribe, maybe even more than half… Tears were streaming down your face as you watched the horror continue. A call of your name drew your eyes to the side, your parents rushing towards you, skin slicked with blood- theirs or others, you didn’t know.

Your mother scooped you into her arms, one arm around your back and the other cupping the back of your head, keeping your face tucked into her neck. They began to run towards the forest, and you can feel your mother’s tears soaking the top of your head.

“Mummy, why are they here?”

“It’s okay baby, It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be fine.”

You reached the edge of the forest, your mother turning to look over her shoulder and placing you down gently, crouching down and smoothing your hair out of your face as she faces you once again. She gives you a watery smile, her hands grasping your shoulders just a bit too tightly. Your father quickly bent and kissed the top of your head, looking down at you with a tight smile.

“You’re going to have to be brave now, baby. Can you do that?” Your mother drew your attention back to her, wiping at your cheeks to clear the tear tracks. You frowned at her tone, at the fear you could tell was behind it, but you nodded anyway. “Good girl. We need you to run. Just keep going this way through the forest, don’t stop until you’re out the other side, don’t stop for anything , understand?” “Yes, mummy, but-” “No buts now, sweetheart, you have to go. We love you.” Your father pressed a kiss to the top of your head, stroking a hand over your head before turning back towards the blazing tents. Noticing a few of the invading men coming towards you, throwing out his arm and letting a large stream of fire shoot towards them. Your mother crushed you to her chest, choking down a sob that made her chest jump against you, before leaning back. The tears on her cheeks glistened in the fire light, the smile on her face so forced even you could tell.

“Go. We love you so much. And you are so strong , my darling. You will do great things, I know it. Now run.” She pushed you towards the forest, watching as you looked over your shoulder briefly when you ran, quickly losing sight of them as the trees enveloped you. The darkness made it hard to see where you were going, and your legs were getting so tired, but your parents told you to run and not stop.

So you didn’t stop.

The screams died down behind you, the crackling of the roaring flames turning to quiet. The nocturnal creatures of the forest sang their songs, the wind brushed the leaves, and you didn’t stop running.

Just as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, the trees began to thin out, giving way to a downtrodden path that ran along the edge of the woods. You were exhausted, but you followed the road along until you came across a small village. A young woman caught sight of you as you stumbled along the road, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.

This was the village that then raised you, taking you in and making you one of their own.

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You were drawn out of your flashback with a gasp, your head pounding. The man had stopped talking, but was still smiling menacingly at you.

“Do you remember now, witch? Your kind should not even be allowed to walk this earth, and yet my men and I can never seem to get rid of you. But it’s over, now. We have you, and your people will come. They will start an open war and they won’t be able to run from us then, I will have the entire village and all the ones nearby behind me. We will destroy you all.” As he walked out of the room he seemed unable to hold back a dark chuckle.

The door closed quietly, leaving you in the dark, your skull feeling like it was being split open with the pain of memories you’d suppressed.

Katsuki didn’t know what to do.

When they’d heard the screams of a few women from the tribe, saying they’d found Rumi knocked out by the river, he’d been one of the first people on the scene. He’d carried her himself to the medical tent, laying her on a cot and standing off to the side, letting the healers check her over. The bump on the back of her head suggested that someone had hit her to knock her out.

When she’d woken up, he couldn’t believe her story.

Hearing that you’d been taken - affected him more than he thought it would. Katsuki was as protective over his tribe members as anyone else, but this was different somehow. Rage boiled under his skin, a seething anger and frustration. Not knowing anything about who had taken you, why they had taken you, had him pacing in his room late into the evening. The hunters had tried to track your captors, but lost the trail in the forest. Rumi couldn’t remember what they looked like, so that was a dead end too. He growled into the quiet of the room, small flames filling his palms in his anger.

Mitsuki pushed aside his curtain, having listened to him pacing and his quiet growling for hours now. She’d never seen him like this before, never seen him quite so angered by someone going missing or getting lost. Katsuki was a level headed man usually, even when he got protective, but for some reason it seemed different this time. He was more on edge, and Mitsuki was worried for him. Katsuki hadn't eaten all day, and now he should have been sleeping, and as she looked at the expression on his face, her lips drew into a tight line. She moved into the room, letting the curtain swing closed behind her as she walked up to him, touching his arm gently. Katsuki’s whole body tensed for a moment, before he relaxed, his frame sagging slightly.

“Why… Why does it feel like this?” His voice hung in the quiet silence of the room, his eyes lifting to look into her own. Mitsuki shook her head, bringing her hands to his shoulders and turning him to face her. She smiled at him sadly.

“You’ve grown close to her, haven’t you?” Katsuki’s face filled with a blush at her words, his mouth remaining closed in a tight-lipped grimace. But she knew. The few months you’d been part of the tribe had changed him. He was softer, less prone to fits of anger and frustration. She’d seen him smiling more around camp, and she had definitely noticed that he watched you like a hawk. At first she thought he didn’t trust you, but when it continued weeks later, she realised it was more than that.

The look in his eyes wasn’t distrust, it was affection.

“We’ll find her, Katsuki. Don’t worry. She’s strong.” Mitsuki squeezed at his shoulders, before leaning forward and pulling him down to her height, pressing a kiss to his forehead and leaving the room. Left with his own thoughts once more, Katsuki sat on the edge of his bed and thought about what his mother had said.

You’ve grown close to her, haven’t you?

Sure, he’d had to get close to you. He was training you! And you were an idiot! Training alone at night? Ever since that incident he’d kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn’t do anything dumb. Did he have to watch you so closely during the day? Probably not, but he was just being careful.

You’ve grown close to her, haven’t you?

And yeah, sometimes when he watched you working on your sewing or laughing with Rumi or some of the other tribespeople, Katsuki would find himself admiring how you looked. How your eyes glittered with a mischievousness when Rumi was telling you about someone she was teasing. How they would melt when you watched some of the children playing. How you would focus so intently on your embroidery that your tongue would poke through just a bit … But that didn’t mean anything!

...Right?

You’ve grown close to her, haven’t you?

Katsuki thought back to the night of the wolf incident. How he’d been relaxing in his room, when all of a sudden he’d felt the most intense panic, a pull towards the training grounds, and he’d been running before he even knew he was out of bed. Why had he felt that you were in danger? What was so special about you?

And then it hit him.

Oh, fuck.

I’m in love with her.

Katsuki didn’t sleep well that night.

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Katsuki was woken by loud shouts early the next morning. Rousing himself from far too short a sleep, he rubbed at his eyes and pulled himself up to sit in bed, looking at the doorway with a frown. His mother burst through, holding a paper in her hand. Mitsuki held it out towards him.

“It came by bird not that long ago. Whoever took her wants to meet. To discuss some kind of exchange.” “Exchange for what?” Though his voice was still rough and groggy, Katsuki instantly felt more awake, leaping up and taking the paper from her hand, scanning through the contents. He freezes when he sees what they want in return, the paper crumpling slightly in his tight grip. “...The Flame?” Mituki looked pained. She had come to see you as something of a daughter in your short time here in the tribe, but there was just no way…

“Katsuki…. We- We can’t. I know she’s important, but-” “What other choice do we have?! We have to get her back!” Katsuki’s face twisted into a snarl, looking at his mother with blazing fury in his eyes. Mitsuki held back a few tears, her eyes turning glassy as she looked up at him and slowly shook her head.

“We protect the Flame, Katsuki. We can’t. You know that.” Katsuki growled at her words, the paper in his hands burning up instantly, the ashes fluttering to the floor of his room. “I’m afraid that… we have to accept that she’s lost. We can’t meet with them. Please understand that I can’t just look at the one person, I have to think of the tribe as a whole. Please.” Mitsuki left the room, the tears finally falling from her eyes and leaving silvery trails down her cheeks. Katsuki stood stock still in his room, he wasn’t sure for how long, before he suddenly grabbed his cloak and ran from the tent, heading into the forest and ignoring the calls of his name from behind him. He had some friends to see.

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To whom it may concern.

We have one of your people, and would like to invite you to meet with us for a friendly exchange.

Your girl, for the Eternal Flame.

If you agree to the exchange, meet us at the abandoned tower at the edge of the west forest at noon.

If you do not attend, we will assume you disagree with our terms, and we will kill her.

Sincerely,

Rikiya Yotsubashi

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You blinked as the bag was removed from your head, your hair shuffling in the wind as you adjusted to the bright sunlight. You appeared to be at the top of a tower, the stone work around you looking aged but not crumbling yet. Beyond the edge of the half walls at the sides you could see the forest, see the towns and villages that dotted the landscape in each direction. The man with you threw the bag to the side, using his grip on the chains binding your wrists to move you closer to the edge so you could see the small clearing at the base of the tower.

“Not long now, girlie. Don’t worry. One way or another, this’ll all be over soon.” A shudder rolled down your back at his tone, your eyes glued to the figure you could just barely make out as your captor in the clearing. He was scanning the tree line, seemingly waiting for someone. You didn’t have to wait long.

You’d recognize that hair anywhere.

Katsuki stomped into the clearing a few minutes later with a few other figures in tow. You could see bright red hair, an inky black mop, a more yellowy blonde than Katsuki’s and… was that pink? Pink hair? You frowned down, unable to hear the words being exchanged between the people below until Katsuki raised his voice.

“Give her back, you balding asshole!” Your heart swelled in your chest at his words, as vulgar as they were. Katsuki had come to get you. But you couldn’t figure out what this was all about, your thoughts rushing so fast you missed it when your captor raised his hand up towards your position.

A signal.

The next thing you knew, the chains on your hands were being removed. You glanced back, heaving a sigh of relief when your hands were free. You rubbed at your wrists, about to turn around, when the man shoved you toward the edge. You toppled over, the ground rushing towards you at an alarming rate.

Though somehow, you could still make out the sheer horror on Katsuki’s face.

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Shit!

Katsuki watched you get pushed over the edge, his heart in his throat. He didn’t know what to do, how could he possibly save you now, he can’t break your fall-

Go. Move. Save her.

The voice in his head moved his body for him, his hands moving to point back behind him as he released small bursts of flame, propelling him up into the air and towards you quickly. He slammed into you, your arms immediately curled around his neck as your breath left you, but he couldn't think about that, he had to get you down safely. With one arm moving to clutch you to him, his descent was far less controlled, but he managed to slow down. When the two of you hit the ground, he moved to hold you with both arms as you rolled along the floor, his friends immediately moving to stand between your captor and you. Katsuki shook his head, realising you were under him and pushing himself up off you. One of his hands cupped your jaw as he looked down at your unconscious form. He could feel your pulse with his pinkie and ring finger, he knew you were alive, and he sighed in relief. He looked back at your captor, noting the rage contorting his features. Katsuki stood, grasping you and hauling you over his shoulder.

“You’re never touching her again, got that? You’re never getting the Flame, and you’re never getting her.” The man flushed a deep red at Katsuki’s words, a dark shadow passing over the captors face, his frown deepening. “You brat! Attack! Kill them!” “Oop! Time to go, flame-brain!” The pink haired woman laughed as an arrow was aimed at her, throwing out a spurt of acid from her palms to destroy the projectile before it could hit her.

“Things are about to get a little wild over here!” The black haired man held his hands up, summoning some vines from the ground to wrap around a few of the men gathered, squeezing them harshly.

“Yeah, Mina’s right, bro! Let’s move!” The red haired man hardened his arms, using them to block incoming arrows, the shafts of which snapping whenever they hit him. Katsuki nodded, turning to the side to run into the forest and back to camp, his friends following suit.

“Hey! You never told us she was so cute!” The other blonde inspected you as they ran, and Katsuki snarled at him without another word, Kaminari backing off with raised hands. “Woah- Sorry! Don’t beat me up again, man, I was just sayin’!”

The men who had taken you were following them through the forest, and with Katsuki’s movements slowed down by carrying you they were likely going to catch up. Kaminari glanced behind them, slowing his sprint to a jog. The others began to slow, but he waved them off and told them to keep going, turning around and rubbing his hands together as he stopped in place. When they were far enough away, he focused on his magic, holding his hands out in front of him, palms down towards the floor. He thrust his wrists downwards, a large electric current suddenly speeding along the ground and hitting the men following them. He grunted at the effort needed to keep up such powerful magic, but once the last man fell to the floor he let the spell die down, panting with his hands on his knees.

“That sucked…” He straightened, turning and moving slowly towards the fire camp in a weak zig zag, his magic having taken a toll on him.

Kaminari didn’t know that one of the men had avoided his attack, climbing up into a tree to keep off the ground and away from the currents of electricity running through it. Dropping to his feet, the man follows Kaminari slowly, quietly, all the way to the fire tribe’s camp.

With the location found, the intruder ran back to his master, eager to share the news of his discovery.

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Katsuki placed you gently onto the cot in the medical tent, similar to what had happened with Rumi yesterday. This time though, the healers had to force him to leave, Kirishima needing to be brought over to help wrestle the angry blonde out of the tent. Once outside, Katsuki paced relentlessly in front of the medical tent, his hands coming up to tug at his hair every so often.

When Mitsuki stormed over and smacked the back of his skull, the entire tribe was suddenly very interested in anything but the pair of blondes.

“What the hell were you thinking?! You could have been killed, Katsuki!” His mother smacked at him again, his shoulder this time, and Katsuki rubbed at the skin, glaring down at her.

“You were just going to let her die! ” “I would have come up with somethin-” “There was no time for you to come up with-” “Oh, so it was better to go off on you own with no supp-” “I took the idiots from some of the other tribes-” “And now they’re involved in our-” “ Enough.” Masaru’s cool voice shut them up, the snarling continuing for a moment before both blondes looked away with a huff. “She’s back, and she’s safe now, that’s what matters here. However, Katsuki, did you consider that this would endanger the tribe? They will likely find us now that you’ve made contact.”

Katsuki sniffed, looking over at his friends, the glare still not leaving his face. He threw an arm out towards them, each of them giving his parents a little wave.

“Why do you think I left so early? They’ve all got their warriors coming here. I know they’ve probably tracked us here, especially since the dunce face was the last one to arrive, so I asked their chieftains to help us out. They’re on their way here already.”

Mitsuki and Masaru looked at him with wide eyes and mouths. He’d always been so impulsive, especially when he was upset. But Katsuki had actually made a plan?

Just as they were about to speak, they suddenly heard a commotion at the edge of the camp. The group all rushed to see what was going on, with Katsuki throwing a look over at the medical tent before he left. As they arrived at the edge of the camp, the view that greeted them was a sight to behold.

4 groups of warriors were entering the camp, at least 30 men and women in each one. They marched into the fire tribe camp with a sense of purpose, the leaders of each band walking right up to the chieftains and placing their closed fists over their chests. Katsuki smirked at his parents, before turning to his friends and the leaders of the groups with a nod.

“If they’re coming for us, we’re ready.”

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They came a few hours later.

Katsuki stood outside the medical tent in the waning evening light, looking in through the open flap. Watching the rise and fall of your chest as you rested, he almost missed the first warning shouts from the edge of camp. They had stationed groups at every side of the camp, encircling it, to keep everyone safe, but the shouts came from the west side, Mina and Kirishima’s area. Katsuki turned towards the shouting, his chest constricting as he looked back towards you for a moment. He didn’t want to leave you unprotected, but he had to get out there, and had to help protect the Eternal Flame. With one last look at you, he turned and ran to the west side of the camp.

When Katsuki got there, his eyes widened immediately. The bodies littering the ground were already piling up- and they weren't from their side. The invaders were failing, barely able to make it past the first line of defense. He spotted Kirishima in the centre of the group, his arms hardened as he literally punched his way through man after man, his rock magic making his skin impenetrable for their swords and arrows. Katsuki saw a man coming up behind Kirishima, raising a hand to summon a stream of flame to engulf the enemy, the man screaming as his metal armour burned hotter and began to eat at his skin. Once that enemy had fallen, Katsuki ran to Kirishima, placing himself behind him, back to back.

Mina was flitting through the enemies on the field, her agility as a dancer allowing her to slip through gaps between people and cast her poison magic, the acid that spouted from her hands burning through their armour and allowing everyone else’s magic to be more effective. She saluted Katsuki with a smile as she ran past.

“What took you so long? You missed out on most of the party!” Kirishima’s voice rang out over the shouts and screams of the fight, Katsuki grinning as more enemies approached them.

This was going to be fun for him. These were the men who took you away from him, who threatened your life, and the lives of his tribe.

He wasn’t going to let them get away with theirs.

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Across the camp, at the east side, Sero was having a tougher time.

After the shouts from the west side, his own warnings had gone largely unnoticed. He and Kaminari were doing their best to keep the invaders at bay, and with his earth magic and Kaminari’s lightning magic working together they were just about managing. But it seemed like there were more men arriving by the minute, as if one of the larger cities had sent an army to assist with this attack.

With the magic wards weakened, they’d found their way in easily, where normally the forest turns ordinary humans away. There was no way to stop them now, they were past the barrier. Sero had just bound a small group of their attackers together, throwing the end of the vine toward Kaminari, before moving to the next group with ease. Kaminari caught the vine, sending a bolt of electricity down it to shock the group that was entangled, watching them fall to the floor.

“This is getting to be a bit much, isn’t it? We need backup!” Sero called over to the blonde, glancing over to him. Kaminari nodded, panting at the overuse of his magic.

“We need a miracle, man!”

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Wake up, sweetheart.

You have to wake up now. They need you. The Eternal Flame needs you.

You have to save them, you’re the only one who can.

Bring both halves together once more, make the Flame whole and it will always protect its people.

We know you’re strong enough to do this, baby, so you have to wake up…

...Mother? Father?

Your people need you, and the Flame must be protected, like it protects us all.

What do you mean?

The Flame calls to you, because it knows you possess the last part of its other half. Bring them together once more, and the tribe will be safe.

We love you, so much.

You woke with a gasp, sitting up and throwing the blankets off your legs. Your heart was pounding, and the sounds coming from outside did nothing to quell your concerns. You stood on shaky legs, making your way to the flap of the tent and peeking your head out.

It was almost like stepping into the memories you’d buried.

Flames were flying from the tribespeople, as well as sparks and poison gases from the other tribes. Your head swung left and right, searching for a familiar face, your head throbbing with every movement.

You spotted a head of ash blonde hair by the big tent, making your way towards it without hesitation, reaching Mitsuki quickly and grasping her hands when she reached out to you.

“You’re awake! Oh, thank god you’re okay-” “The Flame. I have to get to the Flame, now.” Mitsuki blinked at your interruption, before frowning at you.

“What does the Flame have to do with anythin-”

“Mitsuki please! I’m from another fire tribe, and I’m the last one! I have the other half of the Flame, I need to make it whole again!” Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widening.

“You’re- The other tribe…? We thought- Wait…” She grasped your shoulders, studying your features closely, before her hand came up to cover her mouth. “Your parents were- They were the chieftains, weren’t they?”

“Yes. I didn’t know. Not until yesterday, but I finally remembered.” You looked at her with pure determination on your face, your eyes shining with the reflections of the flames around you. Mitsuki’s eyes filled with tears, but she sniffed and pushed them back.

“I can’t leave here, I’m protecting the children, but you know where the Flame is. Go.” Mitsuki pushed at you, forcing you towards the Flame and nodding you forward. You gave her a nod in return and ran, making your way to the stone bowl that contained the Eternal Flame. As you approached it, the fighting became less intense as more people from your tribe were here, keeping the Flame as protected as possible. They barely paid you any mind as you moved through the throngs of people, your throbbing head only getting worse as you got closer to the Flame.

Black dots danced across your vision as you slowed down, struggling to keep yourself going as the pain intensified. You fell to one knee, able to see the bowl but not reach it, your hands coming up to grip at your head. The pain felt like your skull was splitting, throbbing through your whole body as you inched forward on your hands and knees.

I have to get to it… Have to keep moving…

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Katsuki had fallen back into the camp, the reinforcements having helped push their initial assault past the first line. He was sweating with exertion, his magic beginning to lose power as the battle raged on around him. Knowing that the Eternal Flame was your captor’s objective, he fought his way to the bowl as quickly as he could given the sheer number of enemies.

When he finally got there, his heart leapt to his throat at the sight of you dragging yourself toward the Eternal Flame. Your face was twisted with pain, but there was a determined glint in your teary eyes. Katsuki rushed towards you, sending flames at any enemies that got in his way, until he caught up.

“What are you doing out here?! You need to rest!” Katsuki grasped at your arms, pulling you up and taking most of your weight as you sagged against him.

“Katsuki? I need- I need to get to the Flame! I have to do this!” Trying to push yourself away from him, you staggered only a few steps before your legs shook, your eyes squeezing shut at the fresh wave of pain that washed over you. “I can… I can save everyone!”

Katsuki blinked at you, though you couldn’t see it through your swimming vision. He grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to stop.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You could just about make out the frown on his face now that you weren’t moving, your hands coming up to grasp his wrists. Katsuki tried to ignore the warmth that spread across his skin at your touch.

“I’m the last member of the other fire tribe! I have the other part of the Flame! If I reconnect them, I can save everyone!”

Katsuki’s jaw dropped open, his eyes widening in disbelief. His parents had told him that the Flame was originally larger, but had been split between two tribes to help extend the protection further through the forest. They had also told him that the other tribe had been wiped out nearly two decades ago, when he was just a child. He can remember their grief, the tears shed at the loss of the other half of the Flame, and being told that this was why the magic wards were needed now. With the Flame split, it simply wasn’t strong enough to keep the protection up by itself, needing to be strengthened with the magic of the tribe to keep it going.

His jaw snapped shut, his hands moving to pick you up with an arm across your back and another behind your knees as he started to carry you towards the bowl. Your hands gripped at his cloak, the pain increasing with every step. Tears began to leak from your eyes, forcing you to grit your teeth against the intense throbbing now running through your whole body.

As Katsuki approached the bowl, you whimpered in pain, making him stop and look down at you in concern. You shook your head, one hand leaving it’s perch on his shoulder to stretch out towards the Flame, shaking slightly. The Flame itself reacted to your presence, just as it did the first day at camp, reaching out towards you with slim tendrils of fire. Katsuki’s eyes widened as he stopped in front of the bowl, watching as the tendril wrapped around your wrist, slowly winding further up your arm.

When the tendril hit your skin, the pain completely disappeared, leaving behind a clarity you hadn’t felt before. You stared into the Flame, wriggling your way out of Katsuki’s arms and standing before it, hand extended. The fire reached out another tendril, grasping at your other wrist and gently tugging you forwards, into the bowl itself. Standing inside the Eternal Flame, you closed your eyes, both of your arms straightening out to your sides, palms facing up.

Make the Flame whole once more.

You suddenly raised your hands, clapping them together above your head, and the Flame flared around you, growing in size rapidly. The wind picked up around the camp as it grew, nearby fights stopping to turn toward the sight.

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Katsuki gaped at the Flame growing around you, concern filling his features at the frown that suddenly appeared on your face. The wind was blowing your skirt around you, the slit in the thigh allowing him to see that your tribal brand was glowing, but it had changed shape. The new shape was similar to his own brand, however where his flame had 3 sections, this one had two additional sections above them. He knew from his parents' explanations that this was the brand of the other fire tribe, proving that you were truly the last one. Your face had twisted into a grimace, more tears falling from your eyes and shining down your cheeks.

Go to her. She’ll die without you to help. Save her.

Katsuki dashed forward, leaping into the bowl without hesitation as he grabbed your hands and brought them to his chest. Your eyes flew open at his touch, your eyes glowing white with the pure magic flowing through your body, now connected to him. He felt the rush of the magic begin to flow within him, balancing out the toll on your body. You both gasped as it settled within you, your eyes falling to his chest where his brand was glowing. You looked back up into his eyes, now glowing like yours.

You could feel him in your head, could feel your own thoughts flowing around his, the two of you connected through the magic of the Eternal Flame, now made whole once more. The Flame itself whispered within your minds, thanking you for bringing back it’s other half, and promising to return the favour.

Around you, the Eternal Flame grew ever larger, spreading out over the ground slowly.

“No! The Flame was to be mine! ” You both looked over to see your captor, covered in blood and panting heavily. The man approached the Flame slowly, limping on his right leg. “You damn mages… Why should you get to have all the power?! I had it within my grasp… I won’t let you have it!” The man began to rush forward, but the Eternal Flame suddenly began to expand faster, meeting him before he could approach the bowl. A harrowing scream filled the air as he was engulfed in the flames, any area touching him turning a dark black until he couldn’t be seen through it, flaring wildly around his figure.

The scream died down a moment later, and the black flames dissipated, leaving behind only ash.

The invading army that saw began to panic, running away from the growing light of the Eternal Flame, others of their army ending their fights to see why they were retreating.

The vision of anyone considered an enemy of the mages being devoured by black flames soon had the entire army scampering away, their tails tucked firmly between their legs.

With the Eternal Flame chasing away the enemies, mages from every tribe began shouting out their victory, raising their fists to the sky. The battle was over, the Eternal Flame returned to full power, and it’s protection of magic pushing away any ordinary humans that dared to try and stay.

When the last invader had fled into the forest, out of view of the camp, the Flame began to shrink back down. You and Katsuki looked at one another, the grin on his face mirroring your smile of relief.

Your jobs here are complete. I will continue to keep you safe, as you have always done for me.

The magic of the Eternal Flame ebbed away, both of your brands returning to their normal state as you both climbed out of the stone bowl. Every mage that had fought by the fire tribe’s side was running towards the two of you. You raised your fist in celebration with them, hearing Katsuki yell out in victory alongside his friends. He turned to look down at you, a glint in his eye, and you couldn’t help the heat that raised to your cheeks.

Katsuki’s smirk grew wider, before he suddenly reached out and pulled you to him, pressing his lips against yours. You were still for a moment in shock, before your eyes fluttered closed, your arms wrapping around his neck as more cheers raised around you at the display.

The battle was won, and most of your people had survived. There would be grieving, and repairs to be done, but for now it was over.

You could take this one moment for your own happiness.

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The days that followed were busy. Clearing the camp of bodies, sorting out funeral arrangements for the tribespeople that were lost, and starting to repair the various tents that had been destroyed in the battle. You saw very little of Katsuki, the kiss that you shared in the heat of the moment lingering in your mind and weighing on you more as time went on.

Was it just because we won? He hasn’t even spoken to me since it happened…

You shook your head to clear it, looking down at the tent you were repairing with a sigh. If Katsuki wanted to ignore that it ever happened, then so would you.

“You’re still thinking about that bonehead, aren’t you?” Rumi’’s voice behind you made you jump, your head swinging around to look at her. Definitely psychic. You shook your head at her quickly, but despite your best efforts there was still heat rising to your cheeks. Rumi laughed loudly, plopping down on the floor next to you to watch you work. “Don’t know why you’re so hung up on him, honey. With you saving everyone and being the last of the other fire tribe, anyone here would take you in a heartbeat, and your guard dog has been so busy lately he’s not around to keep people at bay.” “I don’t want someone who only wants me because of saving the tribes or being the last of my tribe. I want someone who wants me for me, and I doubt most of the people here know me well enough for that…”

“I know you pretty well.” You blinked, looking over at her with a raised brow.

“Because obviously you want me.”

“Yeah, I do.” The look on Rumi’s face was serious, not a trace of her usual teasing, and your jaw dropped open. You had never considered that she thought about you like that, and your thoughts cast back to every teasing comment she’d thrown your way. A sinking feeling in your chest, you closed your mouth and slowly shook your head.

“I… I had no idea, Rumi…” “It’s cool, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad that he hasn’t snapped you up yet, gives me a chance to shoot my shot.” Her hand reached over to nudge at your leg, making you laugh as the tense moment broke and pick up your work once again. The two of you sat and chatted while you worked, the company helping distract you from your intrusive thoughts.

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When the evening rolled around, you tidied up your workstation and waved goodbye to Rumi, heading back to your tent feeling lighter than you had in a few days. When you arrived at your tent, however, Mitsuki and Masaru were standing outside, seemingly waiting for you. You waved to them as you approached, holding the flap open to allow them to enter your living space. Luckily, the main area wasn’t too messy, only a few of your ongoing clothing projects laid out on the table. You offered them a drink, but they turned it down, waving a dismissive hand at you.

“We won’t stay for long, but we just wanted to have a quick conversation. It’s about your relationship with Katsuki.” You froze in place for a moment at Masuru’s words, before moving to start putting together a small meal for yourself.

“Oh?” “Yes. We simply wanted to say that whether he moves to court you or not, you’re already practically our daughter by now. Although from how he looks at you, I doubt he won’t. We’ve never seen him so taken by anyone before, and can’t wait to make you an official member of our family.” Mitsuki clasped her hands together, smiling brightly at you. This time, you couldn’t hold back the purse of your lips.

“I’m afraid that may not happen in an official sense, considering he hasn’t said a word to me since… well, the other day.” You turned to face them, smiling in appreciation, not registering Mitsuki’s shocked face. “Although I’m so thankful that you found me that day, Mitsuki. You brought me to a real family, a real home , and I- well, I just know that my parents are happy that I was brought back to the tribe. So thank you. For everything.” “Hold up. He hasn’t spoken to you at all since kissing you in front of the whole tribe?! ” Mitsuki’s voice raised as she spoke, making you jump. She immediately held up her hands and walked out of the tent, Masaru smiling at her as she left. You looked to him in concern, but he waved you off again.

“Don’t worry, she’s just going to talk to him.” Masaru walked over and gave you a hug, leaning back and grasping your shoulders. “Your parents would be so proud of you and the woman you have become.”

Your eyes misted as Masaru squeezed your shoulders once more before he followed Mitsuki out of your tent. You were stunned for a moment, before you swiped at your eyes and smiled, returning to making your meal.

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Just as you were starting to get ready for bed, putting down the project you had been working on and stretching your arms, you heard the dull thud of footsteps outside your tent. Quirking a brow, you made your way over and peeked your head out, seeing Katsuki a few feet away, pacing back and forth until he noticed you watching him. His cheeks flushed red instantly, a frown making its way to his face. Stomping over to you, he pushed you into your tent and followed behind you, standing before you in your living space.

“Listen. I’m not- I’m not good at this stuff. I’m- sorry. I should have come sooner but I was- I was scared. That you wouldn't… feel the same. That when I kissed you, it was just the moment that made you kiss back. So I didn’t- I didn’t want to face you. And then I heard that- the woman, that one that always fucking hovers around you, tell you that she wanted you too and I- I didn’t like that. I don’t want anyone else to have you, and I don’t want you to want anyone else.” You opened your mouth to interrupt him, but he moved his hand to cover your mouth, shaking his head. “No, let me- let me say everything first. Please.” You slowly nodded your head, eyes locked onto his. Katsuki moved his hand down from your mouth to cup your jaw, his face softening slightly.

“I- I care about you. A lot. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone and- It terrifies me. Ever since you showed up I felt something… different with you, and then everything during the battle… It just made everything so clear. The Flame, I mean. It made everything make sense to me. I already knew I loved you before. I knew when that bastard took you. Not having you by my side… I couldn’t think straight. I realised how I felt and I knew I had to get you back. And I’m sorry that I didn’t come to you sooner.” Katsuki took a deep breath, releasing you and stepping back slightly. “I know I’m hard to put up with, but if you would just give me a chan-” “Katsuki you idiot.” He blinked at your interruption, his face twisting into a frown immediately.

“What the hell?! I-” You jumped towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. His arms came to rest around your waist, his lips moving with yours with no hesitation, the two of you separating after a moment, breathless. Katsuki grinned down at you, but his brows were pulled together in a confused frown. You shook your head at him in fondness.

“Katsuki, you’ve been by my side since my first day here. How was I ever going to fall in love with anyone else?” His eyes widened, with the flush returning to his cheeks full force. Clearing his throat, he gives you a confident smirk to cover up his embarrassment.

“So you’d accept if I asked to court you?” You smiled widely and nodded at him. Though he held the cocky smirk, you could see the relief in his eyes clearly. Katsuki leaned down to kiss you once again, unable to hold back the smile as he did. When he finally released you, he stroked his thumb over your cheek briefly before taking a step back towards the flap of your tent. Bidding you goodnight, he left you standing there, a grin on your face.

You slept better that night than you had since the battle.

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The weeks that followed were filled with more work to improve the camp and get it back to its former glory, with your spare moments spent with Katsuki.

From his point of view, there wasn’t enough spare time.

As son of the chieftains, Katsuki had many responsibilities, but most of his work was in resolving conflicts, and a little of the construction that was going on. With your abilities, you were spending most of the day and evening repairing tents and clothing, but with so few tailors to assist it meant you were working almost constantly.

Katsuki was fed up.

He didn’t want stolen kisses and a rare few minutes alone with you. He wanted to spend hours with you talking about whatever you wanted. He just wanted you to himself for a little while.

The perfect opportunity came up sooner than he’d hoped.

A day of rest was being ordered due to everyone’s hard work, Mitsuki and Masaru deciding that though rebuilding was important, they wanted everyone to be in the best shape possible. Katsuki immediately decided that this was his chance to take you to his favourite place away from camp, and actually get to spend time together. He planned it perfectly, an overnight trip where you two would camp under the stars.

Katsuki made his way through the camp late in the morning on the rest day, arriving at your tent and calling out to you. He heard the clattering of objects from inside, his brows twisting into a frown as he pushed through the flap of your tent to find you on the floor by your worktable, another tent you were repairing splayed out over the surface. You had a sheepish look on your face, pulling yourself up to stand next to the table, your fingers twisting together. Katsuki glared at you from across the room.

“...You’re supposed to be resting today.” His words made you look at your work with a frown.

“I just thought I’d finish it since it’s so close to done…” Katsuki sighed, before strutting across the room and throwing you over his shoulder, turning on his heel and walking back outside. With his hand across your thighs, you couldn’t do much other than pound your fists against his back, calling out for him to put you down. Other members of the tribe laughed at the sight of Katsuki carrying you through camp and out into the forest, a few people wolf whistling as you left. Once you were a good distance into the woods, he finally let you down, taking your hand and dragging you behind him as he continued to his intended destination.

Your protest died on your lips when you arrived, Katsuki pulling you beside him and releasing your hand, wrapping it around your waist instead.

Nestled into the cliff face was a small cave, the entrance surrounded by wildflowers of a variety of colours. As Katsuki led you into the cave, you could tell that this was a place he spent a lot of time. Blankets were strewn across a pile of pillows in the corner, torches and candles placed around to give the room low light. The walls were covered with tribal flames, piles of used charcoal set in various places around the space.

“Thought we could spend the night here… If you want. You’ve been working too hard lately... We don’t have to though.” Katsuki’s cheeks flared with his blush, his eyes focused intently on one of the flames he’d drawn a while ago. You smiled up at him, extracting yourself from his hold and rushing over to the pile of pillows, throwing yourself down on them and giggling.

“Katsuki, this place is amazing! I’d love to stay here. You’re right, I need to relax a bit.”

He smirks at you, moving to sit next to you on the pillows and get comfortable, the two of you spending the next few hours simply talking and enjoying the company, the cave giving you privacy and peace.

Katsuki seems to remember something suddenly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an object in his closed fist.

"Close your eyes." Raising a brow at him in question, you grin and close your eyes, waiting for whatever he had planned as both of his hands reach around your head, fastening something at the back of your neck. You could feel a small weight settle at the base of your throat, near your collarbones, and you instinctively reached up to touch it. The item was curved slightly and ended in a point, making your brows furrow. "Okay, open 'em up."

There, attached around your neck with a leather cord, sat a little ruby , carved into the shape of a fang. Katsuki was blushing again, frowning down at the space between the two of you.

"I- uh- I made it for you. To formally show my intent to court you… I mean, Shitty Hair helped me a little, but only in finding the gem, I carved it and everything myself, cause I thought it could symbolise that first night I realised that you were something more to me… when you went out to train on your own like a moron? If-if you don't like it, I can make something else but-"

While he was speaking, your eyes danced between the necklace and his face, your heart overflowing. Katsuki was brash, and at times aggressive, but he was also sweet and romantic, and you loved him more each day. He made you feel so loved, so safe, and you couldn't stop yourself.

You flung your body towards him, smashing your lips to his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Katsuki fell down onto the pillows in his surprise, his hands moving to grip your waist as he quickly reciprocated. When you pull away a moment later, panting for breath, you can’t help but admire the view below you. Straddled over his lap, you have the perfect view of Katsuki’s flushed cheeks, lips still slightly swollen and shining from your kiss. His eyes are hooded, pupils dilated and his hands flexed at your hips.

“Katsuki, it’s perfect. Thank you.” Katsuki grinned up at you, moving one of his hands to your cheek in order to pull you down to kiss him once again. The hand on your hip tightened and dragged you forward slightly on his lap, your covered crotch grinding against his slightly. The gasp you emitted made him smirk into the kiss, pulling you harder against him. The feeling of him hardening under you had your mind turning fuzzy, a heat stirring within your core. Katsuki took the momentary distraction to flip you over, slotting himself between your thighs to lay you back against the pillows.

He leaned down, kissing you softly a few times before moving to kiss your neck instead. His teeth caught at your collarbone, before he latched his mouth there and sucked at the skin, leaving behind a mark that would be hard to cover later, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. His hips were moving slowly against you, stoking the flame in your lower belly that was taking your full focus. The hand that was cupping your face had moved to slip under your shirt, stroking at the skin of your belly before it moved up to cup your breast over your breast band. Your back arched slightly at the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your nipple through the fabric.

Katsuki leaned back, admiring the mark he’d left on your chest, as well as the sight of you losing yourself under him. You looked so beautiful, chest heaving under his ministrations, eyes dark with desire.

“We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to, you know?” Katsuki’s voice was low, not even loud enough to echo in the cave.

“Do you want to?”

“ God, yes. ” You giggled at his words, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him closer to you.

“ Then what’s stopping you? ”

Katsuki’s eyes glint in the low light, before he surges forward, his lips on yours once again. You wrapped your arms around him, grasping at his back and shifting your hips up into his, feeling his hard length against your core. His hands pushed your top up, lips leaving yours for only as long as it takes to remove the clothing before he returns them to their rightful place. One of his hands moved to the slit in your long skirt, pushing the material up further until it’s around your hips. His lips left yours only to kiss down your neck and to your chest, his free hand grabbing the end of your breast band and loosening it, unraveling the fabric before he threw it to the side with your top.

As soon as your breasts are bared, his lips are attached to your nipple, running the tip of his tongue around it until it peaks. Gently scraping his teeth over the sensitive nub, he relished in the soft gasp that left your lips. A hand creeped its way down your body, rubbing over your rapidly dampening slit through your underclothes. Your hips twitched up into his hand, moans beginning to fall freely from your lips as he touched you. Your mind was completely fogged over with lust, the need for more taking control.

Your hands moved to his waistband, pushing at the fabric in desperation. You whined when you couldn’t move it far enough, Katsuki chuckling at your actions and leaning back, pushing his pants down and off before returning to you. His length fell against you as he settled back, and your eyes widened at the size of him, hand reaching out to stroke at his shaft. When he hissed, you looked up into his eyes and shifted your hips, your other hand coming down to move your undergarments aside and press the head of him against you.

“Wait- you’re not rea-”

“Katsuki, please! Need you…” Rubbing the head of his cock against your lower lips, you let him feel how wet you were, and he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck- so wet already? Filthy little-” Katsuki batted your hand away, lining himself up properly against you and glancing up at your face. “You want this? You’re sure?”

“Yes! Never wanted someone this bad before, please Katsuki… Wanna feel you…” You moved a hand down to your belly as Katsuki swore once again, pushing just the tip of his cock into you. His teeth were bared, a dark look in his eyes that promised you would never forget this. Moving his hands to your hips, Katsuki pulls you into him as he thrusts his hips forward, bottoming out immediately and pausing to let you adjust.

You were so glad he did.

The stretch of his thick length splitting you apart had you crying out, the hand on your belly feeling him enter you. Your eyes widened as they connected with his, your cunt fluttering around him as your body tried to get used to the sensation. Katsuki’s hands tightened on your hips, sure to leave small bruises where his fingers dug into you, the flesh bulging slightly. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, your hands flying up to grip his neck and pull him into a desperate kiss, trying to distract yourself from the burn in your core. One of Katsuki’s hands moved to rub soft circles on your clit as you adjusted, the pleasure finally starting to take over the pain when he did.

As soon as you gave him the go ahead, Katsuki pulled his hips back before slamming them back into you, starting up a slow but deep pace. The white hot pleasure singing through your veins soon had you leaning back into the pillows, crying out with each thrust of his hips, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to hold on to something, anything in this plane of existence.

Soon enough, Katsuki couldn’t hold back anymore.

His hips sped up, his pace becoming brutal as he used his grip on you to drag you across his cock, his feral grunts filling the cave along with your moans. Straightening his back, Katsuki pulled your hips until you rested on his thighs, upper back still on the pillows, and the change in angle had him hitting against your cervix. The drag of his cock, as he pulled out, hit your sweet spot, and the tears in your eyes began to track down your cheeks in the mind-numbing ecstasy he provided.

“Fuck- You look so good like this…” Katsuki’s words had your cunt clenching down on him tighter, making him throw his head back as his eyes clenched shut. “So fucking tight , fuck! ”

The pleasure building in your core was rapidly reaching its peak, your walls beginning to flutter around his length. Katsuki rolled his head forward, watching your face twist in ecstasy, your eyes opening and closing as he pumped his hips into yours.

“You gonna come soon, gorgeous? Gonna come on my cock?” Your head nodded rapidly, and Katsuki smirked despite his own end approaching. “C’mon, let me have it, fucking come for me .” His words set you off immediately, your back arching as your nails dug into his skin. Katsuki hissed at the sting of pain, his thrusts losing their rhythm as your convulsing walls pushed him over the edge. With only a few more thrusts, his hips slowed until he’s buried as deep as he can be within you, ropes of his come painting your cervix. He collapsed onto your panting form, his weight welcome as you stroke your hands up and down his back while you both come down from your highs. It took a few minutes before he lifted his head, moving to press soft kisses to your lips with a blissed out expression on his face. You snorted at the look, shaking your head fondly at him. When Katsuki finally pulled out, he watched as his come dribbled out of your core, a small pool of white collecting underneath you on the blanket you were lying on.

Frowning, he pulled his pants on and lifted you to another section of the pillows, removing the stained blanket and using it to wipe at your thighs, before throwing it to the other side of the cave, the fabric balled up. He helped you pull your top back on, forgoing the breast band before he finally allowed himself to relax beside you on the pillows, pulling you onto his chest and sighing in content. You were already half asleep, but managed to give him a sleepy grin.

“I’m actually kind of glad I got run out of town.” Katsuki frowned at your words, looking down at you with a brow raised.

“You’re glad they tried to kill you? Fuckin’ weirdo.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before letting his head fall back to the pillows.

“Yeah. I have the tribe, I have a family. I have you. What more could I want?”

Katsuki simply smiled, his eyes closed. Though the two of you had been through hell in the months since you joined the tribe…

It was worth it in the end.

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