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dragonotaku-justineverything · 2 years

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DxD Pokémon: Valentine’s Day, and several lonely singe mothers get Issei all to themselves for the day. They even have a hotel room reserved. (Feel free to go full detailed NSFW fun)

I'm not sure why you made this ask for the High School DxD Pokémon AU instead of just a regular High School DxD ask. I couldn't really think of a main/major way to include a way to make it stand out as a part of the AU, so I hope you like the small ideas I eventually came up with.

I hope it's worth being a day late though.

Issei thought that he knew what to expect when his group of friends arrived at Goldenrod City. Especially when their group arrived so close to Valentine's Day. Mainly, he was expecting some quality time with Rias. Alone~. Without the rest of their group or Pokémon hanging around them, he was ready to finally head to bone town~. Traveling across multiple regions with all their friends was amazing and a great adventure, but it left a lot to be desired when it came to individual privacy. He and Rias had barely gotten more than half an hour alone together in one sitting for the last few months.

So as the crimson haired princess led him down the hallway of a hotel on Valentine's Day just the two of them, Issei was eager for his expectations to become reality~. A noticeable and quite stiff bulge already formed in his pants and he was already imagining the wonderful things that they were going to do tonight.

He was so lost in his thoughts, he tuned out the world around him completely. He didn't notice them stopping at a door, Rias opening it, leading him inside, and letting go of his hand. He was just getting to imagining the really fun parts and started drooling a bit when Rias's hand cupped his cheek and she asked, "Issei, are you listening?"

That got Issei's attention back. Then he realized where they had entered. A rather large hotel suit, and an expensive looking one at that. He also noticed some other woman in the room. Three to be exact.

"Uh hey ladies, what's going on?"

Rias smiled and gestured to the three ladies with an open hand. "Issei, I think you remember some of these women, but let me reintroduce you formally. This is Lusamine, Olivia, and Grace." As Rias gestured to each of them after saying their name, they all responded with a refined "Hello", "Alola!", and a cheery "Heya!" from each of them respectively. "I contacted them all and asked them to be here when we arrived. They're here to give you my special Valentine's day gift~."

"U-uuuh... okay. Didn't you give that to me earlier? With the chocolates." Issei almost started drooling again at the thought of licking the sweet chocolate off of Rias's rocking boobs earlier.

"Well yes, I suppose. But that was a bit more of a group gift. This was my idea, and the ladies here were nice enough to agree to help~. Now," Rias leaned in and gave Issei a small peck on his lips. "Go enjoy yourself and your gift, Issei~."

Rias pulled away and walked backwards towards a nearby couch. That's when the four ladies advanced themselves towards the loan man in the room. Before Issei could voice any of the questions he had, the three women were already stripping out of their tops and were upon him within seconds. Now topless, the three surrounded Issei and guided him back towards the large bed in the hotel room.

Their fun was about to start~.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- 30 minutes later -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The three women were surrounding Issei on the bed. Issei was on his knees, and was having the time of his life. Grace was on his left side, on her knees as well and rubbing her body against him. Lusamine was doing the same on his right side, but she was grinding her pussy down on his hand as he fingered her steadily. And Olivia? Olivia was on her hands and knees, her head bobbing on his cock as she sucked him off. Olivia was enjoying herself quite a lot while she did so as she rubbed her own pussy, and just got joy from teasing the underside of Issei's cock head.

"Hoh fu-mmm!? Mmmmm~." Issei's first moan was cut off as Grace captured his lips in a deep kiss. His second, muffled moan came from her slipping her tongue into his mouth with ease and pulling back, sucking on his upper lip a bit. Then she went right back in with her tongue for another go. The older woman put one hand on the back of his head to hold him close, and a hand lowered down to Olivia's head as well to... 'help' her out with somethings~.

"Gugk! Gulgk! GuuugGUUUUUKKK!" Oliva gagged as Grace gently, yet purposefully, gripped her hair and moved her head down on the cock in her mouth, making her take him deeper. And deeper. And soon her nose was pressed against Issei's pelvis, his cock buried down her tight throat.

And then she let go.

Olivia pulled her head back quickly, letting out a gasp to clear out her throat when his cock left her mouth. "*Gaaaaasp!* Bitch! Don't do that out of nowhere. I was barely ready!"

Grace pulled her lips away from Issei, a small whine leaving him as their kiss ended. Grace smirked and moved her hand that was still down by Issei's waist to his cock and began jerking him off. Her hand easily glided along his slick cock. "Well next time don't be so slow getting to the good part~."

Olivia growled a bit and moved her head back to Issei's cock, glowering up at Grace. "Just a warning next time would be nice. Oh, and Issei? Lusamine? Can you two quickly pay this naughty bitch back for me?"

"Now why would th-"

"I'll deepthroat you huge cock again if you do~."

*Smack!* Less than a second after hearing her offer, Issei had brought his free left hand down on Grace's rather bubbly rear.

"Yowch! Geez, wasn't that a bit hard!"

Seeing her cheeks jiggle from the impact made Olivia smile. "How about you Lusamine? I'll eat you out next round~. Your ass or pussy, your choice~."

Lusamine, even though she was nearly at her climax, still heard Olivia's offer as well. And she wanted Olivia's pink lips on her pussy so badly, she barely even thought about reaching her hand over to Issei's other side and squeezed Grace's tit. Pretty hard too. She also gave her nipple a fair pinched between her fingers as she did so.

“Mmmmmooooh~!” This time though, Grace didn’t call out in pain. Instead she moaned in pleasure.

Issei perversely watched all this happen between the three ladies around him. But then his attention was drawn away just a bit to the side, even as Olivia followed through with her offer and sank her head back down his cock.

Despite the ball emptying pleasure enveloping his dick, he could help but look over to the nearby couch, and at Rias sitting on it. Truthfully, he actually couldn't help but keep looking over at her several times in the last half hour.

Well, sitting was a rather boring understatement. The crimson hair princess was sitting, but she was leaning against the back off the wide, red couch completely nude. Her chest was pushed out just a tad as she was playing with one of her massive tits. Rolling, kneading, and running her fingers over her nipple. Whenever she noticed Issei looking over at her again, she even lifted it up more to lean her head down and lick her own tit. Right on the nipple.

Her other hand wasn't idle either. It was between her legs and leisurely rubbing her pussy. She wasn't trying very hard, but over ten minutes of teasing her tits and her pussy was pushing her close to the edge. But now that Issei's attention was back on her again, no harm in giving him a good show.

Her fingers gracefully slid into her pussy. Three fingers immediately found her G-spot and brushed against it repeatedly. She started rolling her tit around faster, pushing her hand into it a little hard. As she kept going with the added speed and effort, Rias let out a moan from it all. Up until now she'd been able to keep quite the entire time, but now being so close and pleasing herself with such eagerness was too much to hold it down anymore. Rias closed her eyes due to the pleasure for a moment, but Issei kept watching with perfect attention. And Rias knew it.

That's what Rias loved and wanted to see~.

Despite the three MILFs pressing their nude bodies against him. Despite the three pairs of tits pressing and squishing against him. Despite three plump asses within reach of his hands. (Okay, two within his reach and one actually in his hand now that he was squeezing the ass cheek he'd just slapped on Grace, getting a happy giggle from her.) Despite three mouths ready to kiss, suck, and lick him wherever he wished. Despite three pussies being available for him to slam his duck into and eat out for several more rounds

Despite all of that, Issei would still repeatedly look over at her. He always got that happy, pervy smile on his face when he saw her. He’d look directly at her, or her chest, even when another woman was sucking his cock or pushing her tongue into his mouth. He might be enjoying it immensely, but she was still on his mind.

She loved that~. Just her body could always get him hard, or harder, no matter how many times he’s cum~. Just one look at her tits, ass, pussy, hair, or just her in general could get him rock hard. Then she had her open, rather carefree personality and just enough of a pervert in her as well to let Issei do as he wanted with her and her body most of the time. She was his complete fantasy, his dream girl. She was who he came to more than anyone~. And that was her own dream come true~.

Rias inhaled sharply and clenched her teeth as she came hard on her fingers, a moan still very audible despite being muffled. Her fingers squeezed into her soft tit, making the pale flesh spill out between the digits a bit, and her legs unconsciously closed together slightly.

Watching Rias cum must have triggered something in Issei. Maybe it was some spiritual connection between the two of them, or maybe seeing his big tit, red haired goddess of a girlfriend cumming was just that hot to him. Either way, Issei groaned much louder than Rias and unloaded his fifth load of the night, right into Olivia's throat..

Rias watched as Issei filled Oliva's mouth with his thick sperm. And her swiftly start gulp it all down. She was fine with another woman pleasuring her Issei, and even taking some of his wonderful cum. ..

Because she knew that Issei would always be hers. First and foremost, he was hers~.

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ohmyitsfaith · 4 years

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50 days of learning love/Part 5

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: You’re sick, he’s sick, everyone is sick. Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed close to the sick boy with both of your immune systems being weak.

Warnings: Nothing except the usual swearing

Word count: 3.3k

A/n: It’s been a while since I wrote a part for this, but I really enjoyed writing this. I can’t wait for you guys to read the next part though. It’ll be really fun.

The next day you woke up, you decided to go out and find something to help the sick boy, who was currently asleep, his face sweaty. You watched the boy curl into himself, shivering with fever running through his body. After a bit you sighed and grabbing your bag you started your journey to find something, anything that could help the teenager.

You ended up walking around for hours, but the mission was successful. You found clean water and a handkerchief, which you knew would help you to keep his fever in line if you just make it wet. You also found some herbs that would make a great herbal tea for his sickness.

But it was already noon when you found these and only after that you turned back. So our poor and sick Five woke up without you in sight. His first thought was that that’s it, you left him for good. You have had enough and left him to suffer alone. But then he realized that that didn’t sound like you at all. Because even though he was an asshole to you quite a few times, you always stayed in the end. And still, he was alone at the moment.

Because of his fever and constant shivering, he couldn’t focus on anything. The whole situation got the best of him and tears started rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t stop himself and for minutes he just cried. Until he convinced himself that if he kept it up, his fever will get worse, so he lay underneath the blanket, curling in on himself. He fell asleep and didn’t even wake up until the middle of the afternoon, when you were back.

When you reached your place, Five was sleeping. Your heart hurt at the sight of the shivering teenager, especially after you saw the tear stains on his face. With a sigh, you lit a small fire and started brewing him the tea. The sweet smell woke Five up and pulling the blanket tighter around him, he opened his eyes and saw you at the fire.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, sensing his gaze at you.

“I thought you left” he said, ignoring the question.

“You’re the only reason I come back” you said softly and finally looked at him. “Come here to the fire. You won’t be so cold then.”

Without another word, he sat down close to the fire and reached out, warming his hands. After a while, you were done with the tea and pouring it into the flask, you gave it to him.

“Drink this. It’ll help” you said.

He took the flask and took a sip. He wanted to spit it back, but swallowed it. He never liked tea, not to mention herbal tea. But he knew that you were right, it will help after a while with his sickness. He looked up from the flask, right into your eyes, when you touched his forehead.

“You have a fever” you stated the obvious, but he was too busy with trying to hide his blush to call you out on it. “If it gets worse, we’ll have to cool you down a bit.”

He slowly nodded. He hated being sick, but hopefully he would get through it in a matter of time. Maybe quicker now, that you were taking care of him with all the stuff you learned in the past. He was grateful that you took up on the job of helping him in his recovery, but did not know how to express his gratitude to you. He was also glad that both of you got through the awkwardness of your confession from the day before.

“Thank you” he mumbled and then froze.

Technically he didn’t mean to just throw that out there, but his mind was so occupied with the thoughts of gratitude, that he couldn’t stop it. He relaxed though as he heard your chuckle.

“You’re welcome, Five. Just don’t be scared to ask for help” you said with a smile on your face.

His face heated up again and he started sipping his tea to mask it. In the mean time, you made the dinner. From then on, the rest of the day went by fast. You ate dinner, then you wet the handkerchief and put it on his forehead when his fever got a bit worse. He was lying most of the time and looking at the dark sky. He shivered a lot and it started to hurt him.

“Just hold on a bit more” you said softly. “I promise it’ll get better.”

His eyes closed and he hoped he’d fall asleep and get a bit of break of the constant shivering. You stayed awake until you saw his face relax, then you checked his temperature again. Thankfully it went down a bit, so you put the handkerchief down and you lay to your place.

And so went the twenty-first day and night.

Five looked and felt better the next day. Your care and the tea you made definitely helped. He was careful still, but he felt stronger.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” you asked. “It might help a bit as well.”

“Yeah” he nodded and with a sigh he was on his feet.

Lightheadedness hit him for a second, but he stayed standing up.

“Do you need help?” you asked softly.

He just shook his head and putting his hands into his pockets he walked towards you. You smiled at him and you started walking around. It was a nice day. It was warm, the sunshines warming you up. You took in the light spring breeze.

You saw Five wobble on his feet and you instantly put your arm around his, knowing that just this small stability will help his case. He looked at you at the contact, but then just sighed and let you. You smiled at that and looked forward.

“Why did you help me?” he asked quietly, but in the dead world, you heard him perfectly.

“Well... you won’t take care of yourself, so I decided that I will” you said, the soft smile still on your face.

“Thank you” he looked at you.

“Any time, Five. Seriously. We’re the only ones here. If we can’t lean on each other, where can we? I’ll be here until... well, you know” you said, the smile disappearing for a second, but then coming back as you continued expressing your thoughts. “And you can always lean on me. If you need any help, I’ll be here, ready to help.”

“Thank you, Y/n. I’m really grateful” he said looking at you from underneath his lashes.

You gave him a smile and you continued your small walk. A very comfortable silence fell between you and you felt no need to break it. Five started feeling more comfortable as well with your presence and your affections and slowly, he moved his hand, so your arm could go better around his own. At that, your smile grew, but glancing at him, you didn’t mention it, seeing as he was fighting off a blush.

After your walk, you spent your day, just sitting at your place. Five worked on the equation, and you just drew in the sand. It was a nice, calm day, with nothing to disturb your peace. You ate your small lunch and decided to take a nap. Five agreed with your choice, so the two of you lay on the mattress, shoulders touching. You were so at peace, that you fell asleep within a few minutes.

However Five took more time before falling asleep. He just watched you sleep with wild thoughts running through his head. Until those thoughts calmed down, his breath matching yours and his eyes closed. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

Although originally you only planned to take a short 30 minute nap, it turned into a few hours. You woke up when the sun was only a red dot at the bottom of the sky. Five woke up just a second later and was just as shocked at the length of your nap. But what was there to do? So with a sigh, you went on with the normal things. You lit the fire, but decided against making dinner, since lunch seemed to be only a few minutes ago. So you just talked at the fire, sharing different stories that came to mind, enjoying the quality time together.

And so went the twenty-second day and night.

You felt awful. You sighed at the realization and lay your head back, looking at the sky.

“You okay?” was Five’s first question to you.

“Do I look okay?” you turned your head to the boy.

“If we’re being honest? No” he said.

“You made me sick” you said and at his slightly offended expression, you laughed, before explaining. “I mean that I caught it from you.”

“Oh...” he said, realizing.

“Yeah. But it’s all good. I’ll get through it” you sighed and sat up. “I always do.”

“But you’re not alone anymore” he said quietly.

“You don’t have to do anything, just because I did that for you. I’ll catch it before it can hit me for real” you smiled at him and sat down in front of the fireplace.

But your power did not want to work. You looked down at your hands, confused and Five seeing this, he sat down next to you and started lighting the fire manually.

“Maybe you won’t be able to catch it before it hits” he said while working on the fire.

You sighed and leaning back against the mattress, you crossed your arms.

“I do not like this” you said to him.

“Yeah, well you don’t have a choice” he looked at you.

“I know” you sighed.

Five let himself smile for a bit, then finished the fire. He grabbed the herbs, but did not know what to do with it, so he turned to you.

“I’ll do it. Thank you, Five” you smiled at him.

He stayed close to you and watched how you made the tea. He studied every step, so if this ever happened again, he could do it himself. You smiled at his intense attention and looked at him for a second.

You finished the tea and again, put it in a flask. You sat back into the position you were before and continued what you were doing yesterday.

But as the day progressed, you felt more and more uncomfortable. The way you were sitting, where you were sitting, everything. Even though you were sitting on the mattress, it felt too uncomfortable. Five noticed this and for minutes, he was thinking how could he help you. Getting to a decision, he stood up from the chair, walked over to you and sat down next to you.

“Come” he patted his thighs. “Lay down. It’ll feel more comfortable than sitting.”

A blush rose up on your cheeks but Five’s face wasn’t better. You sighed and lay down like he asked. Your face burned like never before. He took a deep, shaky breath and continued working on the equation. You calmed down too after a bit of time passed. You absentmindedly played with the slightly torn fabric at his knees as he wrote in the notebook. You slowly fell asleep on his lap and Five noticed it after a few minutes.

He sighed and with slightly shaking hands he reached down and touched your hair. He took in a sharp breath as his fingers seemed to move on their own. They started stroking your hair and he heard you sigh in your sleep. He pulled the blanket up on you when you pulled your knees a bit more to your chest.

You stayed in that position for a few hours. You slept while Five caressed your hair and looked over his equations, at times correcting some things. You woke up in the late afternoon and felt Five’s hand in your hair.

“Do you feel any better?” he asked.

“Yeah” you said quietly. “A bit.”

“I’m glad.”

You slowly sat up and picking up the flask, you drank the remaining herbal tea. Then you hesitantly leaned your head on his shoulder. He stiffened, but let you be there. His mind raced with thoughts about how close you are.

And so went the twenty-third day and night.

At the morning, you woke up to a source of warmth leaving you. You opened your eyes and saw Five stretch.

“What are you doing?” you asked in a slight morning voice.

“I’m gonna go out and get water” he said looking at you.

“Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone” you whispered.

“I’ll be back” he kneeled down next to you. “We’re just running out of water.”

You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut, not wanting the tears to escape. You knew it was stupid to cry, but fever does that to people. Getting oversensitive and all...

Five’s heart fell and put his hand on your head.

“I’ll be back by noon. I promise you” he said, caressing your hair again. “Please don’t cry.”

You took in a breath, pushing through the stupid tears and opened your eyes. You looked right into his eyes. His hand went down to your cheek and you leaned into his touch. He gave you a small smile, then stood up and grabbed his trunk. With one last look back at you he started walking.

True to his words, he was back by noon. But those few hours were almost torture for you. Your mind in your feverish state kept showing you worse and worse images, both from the past that you’ve actually seen, and images that it made up itself. You were a whimpering mess, especially that you couldn’t even light a fire so it would give you a bit of warmth. Thankfully Five came back with water and he immediately crouched down to you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Like someone lit me on fire and dropped me into a big pool of ice at the same time” you whined.

He put a hand on your forehead, and true to your words, you had a fever. He poured a bit of water on the handkerchief like you did just a few days ago and put it on your forehead. You whined at the cold, but you knew it was needed. He made your lunch while you tried to cool down a bit and then he helped you sit up. He sat down next to you and you leaned on him. He gave you your part, but you really didn’t want to eat.

After forcing some solid food in yourself and him eating his lunch, he gave you water before he laid you down. He pulled the chair next to the mattress and after putting the handkerchief back on your forehead he sat down and resumed his work.

You fell asleep, trying to sleep through the sickness, but ended up having a fever dream that was so disturbing to your mind, that after only an hour it woke you up. You were sweating hard and panting as you sat up. The already dry handkerchief fell off of your forehead and you put your head in your hand, trying to calm down. Five looked up at you from his writing and concern filled him.

“Bad dream?” he asked and you slowly nodded. “Do you need anything?” he asked again and you shook your head. “Okay.”

He put a hand on your back as you sighed. He was still concerned for your well-being, but didn’t push it.

After fighting off the panic caused by your disturbing dream, you asked him to walk with you a bit. So you two ended the day with a longer walk, your arm around his. You ate some dinner, feeling better after the sleep even though it was bad. And then after some stories, you both fell asleep next to each other.

And so went the twenty-fourth day and night.

You woke up with your legs entangled with Five’s. Your head was on his shoulder and a hand rested on his chest. One of his hand was in your hair while the other around your waist. It felt weird. You never ended up being this close to Five, even though you slept next to each other. But before you could move away, Five woke up.

He was just as confused as you. But he didn’t mind it. Not for one bit. Sure, he was embarrassed and a soft blush adorned his face, but he was weirdly okay with it.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, feeling peaceful.

“Better” you said, calming down at his voice. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll take care of you as long as you need me” he said sincerely.

You were both shocked at how soft it was, but a smile grew on you face.

“And I’ll take care of you as long as you need me.”

Five smiled too, thankful to have someone like you next to him in the time of need. He slowly started to realize that those feelings that he thought were just friendly, maybe they weren’t so friendly anymore. But he stopped his mind and convinced himself that you were only becoming his best friend.

A best friend who made his heart beat faster and his blush to rush to his face at every affection.

He furrowed his brows at his own thought. Yeah, he blushed a lot, but that was only because he was never used to affection. I mean... who would’ve given him? His shit excuse of a father who treated them as an experiment and constantly abused them? Or his siblings who always gave him a headache with every chance they got? Or his robot mother who... He didn’t find and excuse for that. Maybe he just wasn’t his mom’s favorite. Or for the matter anyone’s favorite.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, your soft voice breaking through his thoughts.

For a bit, he thought if he should say the truth or just lie about it. But you were always sincere with him, telling the truth at every given situation. Well... for the most part. So he decided.

“Just how I never got much affection from... anyone really” he said, the half truth slipping easily out of his mouth.

“Does it make you feel weird?” you asked.

“At the beginning it did. A lot. But now... only a bit maybe” he answered.

“Do... do you want me to stop?” you asked, scared.

“No” he said quickly. “No... it... uh... it feels good.”

“Thank you for trusting me enough to let me get this close to you” you said gratefully as you snuggled closer to him.

“And thank you for becoming my best and only friend I have ever had” he smiled, squeezing your waist a bit.

“Can we... uh... lay like this? Just for a bit more?” you asked.

“Yeah... yeah I’d like that” he said softly.

Well that “bit more” ended up becoming a few hours. To be more exact, until noon. You just lay there, talking about everything and nothing. Anything that came into mind, you shared with the other. Except if it was about your feelings toward the other. That, you kept for yourselves. But other than that, anything could come. Weird childhood stories? Get it in! Stories about Five’s missions with the Umbrella Academy? You know it. The story about that one time you actually could’ve met him if he didn’t disappear? Put it in the bag. So really, anything.

Since you felt much better, you ended up eating well. Well... as well as you could with the small amount you had there. After that, you spent the rest of the day just like you would’ve any day with the exception that it was colored with your open feelings.

And so went the twenty-fifth day and night.

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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes : RELOADED

Ghost fights his hurt feelings and discovers something in the process. Could this be the key to locating Samantha?

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Lurking in the Shadows

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Task Force 141 - Disbanded

400 meters east of Safe House 110197, Brazil

Ghost checked his phone by the hotel nightstand. It's 3:34 am and not a single notification from the team. They probably believed he was out to get intel and didn't bother to look for him. He was fine with that.

"What time is it?" a female groan murmured beside him as she circled her soft arms around his bare chest.

"3:34" he whispered, making the girl giggle as he ran his hand on her hair.

"We aren't supposed to be cuddling like this, remember?" She said, sighing as she got up slowly. Ghost immediately followed, groaning as well.

"I'm sorry Alexandra. It's just…"

"Don't worry. I know this sounds too odd for you at the moment. To be honest I got carried away too…" the interpol agent frowned and wrapped herself up with a towel, making her way to the showers. Ghost trailed his eyes at her and sighed.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Simon?" he murmured and turned to his phone, rereading their conversation.

It was as clear as day that they both agreed to this whole "No strings attached" thing together and he only said yes because he was too broken about France. He needed someone who could treat him well but this was the closest thing he could find.

Sure, he had no regrets about the woman, she was amazing, but while his body was happy, the heart yearned for something more. It was getting worse every day especially when he woke up to see the two lovebirds chasing against each other around the house.

Just as he placed his phone beside hers, Alexandra's notification tone beeped and her screen lit up, as it showed a message from an unknown number.

Simon wanted to take a peek but the message itself is encrypted, his mind wandered more as the security detail of such a message meant that it was of high importance. It might've been from the EMP machinery they're still investigating on which could also be a lead to Nero. He's debating whether he's going to ask her for information just as he intended to, but he's scared that she'll think he's just using her.

"Hey, you got a message." Simon called her from the bed.

"Who's it from?" she asked, her voice was faint as the shower sounds concealed it. Ghost wore his pants and grabbed her phone, leaning by the bathroom door as he announced the details.

"It's encrypted." he murmured. The water stopped pouring and the shower curtains peeked open.

She didn't even bother how she looked as she quickly wiped off her fingers and grabbed her phone.

"Shit." she cursed scrolling to the contents of text, which Ghost observed as very lengthy.

"Wh-" he paused and hesitated. He didn't tell her of their little rogue act so any questions might come off as suspicious.

"Shepherd wants to exchange Samantha for the I.P. Address." she mumbled, looking at Ghost.

"What's his deal?"

"To fund his EMP Nuke that he'll get from Nero." she replied as she continued scrolling.

"With New York already in chaos, the President would most likely be desperate enough to fund this, now that the economy is in shambles."

"What's stopping them from fighting against the New York attacks?"

"We have no idea where the small EMP interferences are, and our strongest lead is that the missing persons are being manually controlled to travel and situate themselves near the stock exchange where they blindly emit blasts through their phones. Like the one we found back in Europe."

"They walk and interact like normal civilians, so with millions of people around the city. It'll look like we're looking for a needle on a haystack." She added, wrapping herself with a towel and quickly dressed up.

"Where are you going now?" He asked as she walked past him.

"I'll try to talk some sense into someone who can talk some sense to the president. The EMP nuke is not a joke." She spat, the worry in her eyes made Ghost want to console her. But now was not the time for that.

"Can I ask a question?" Ghost said.

"Be quick." She said, putting on her jacket and collecting her stuff.

"Do you have any idea where Shepherd is?"

The sun wasn't up when Ghost decided to return to the Safe house. He expected that it'll still be closed but it looked like Price and Jack were already sipping coffee by the balcony.

"Where have you been?" Price asked, his tone wasn't that strict so Ghost decided to lie.

"I just took a walk around the town." he replied, hoping that there will be no more follow up questions.

"For Twelve hours. Okay." Price noted as Ghost got inside the house. Ever since he started this little team of rogue soldiers, Price became protective. And Ghost knew that it was bound to happen. Any injuries under his care will not be funded by any higher department and they need to be careful.

He immediately accessed their little command center and began searching. He got two locations to research on, and he needed to act fast.

He did the best he could, hacking into public and unsecured CCTV footage, squinting his eyes over the poor quality videos just to look for Samantha. She was last spotted in Moscow about 30 minutes ago. Ghost had to admit his cryllic knowledge is a little low and his fingers were trembling in panic. He needed help.

He slowly creaked the door open and saw Alex, Soap and Roach peacefully sleeping, Roach was upside down and clung onto Alex's metal leg, a sight worth taking a photo on but he didn't. It almost made him guilty to wake John up, but knowing the guy, he'll understand the urgency.

"Psst." he nudged his shoulders. It felt very awkward now that he's still frustrated about the guy winning France's heart but he needed to act professional, besides no one but Alex knows about his emotions toward the duo.

Soap groaned and slowly opened his eyes, flinching at the skull face that woke him up.

"Bollocks!" he exclaimed, making Alex and Gary shuffle and reposition while Ghost quickly pulled his mask and shushed him.

"Sorry Soap. But I need your help." he whispered as he slowly got up and collected himself following him outside.

"What about?" his heavy accent echoed against the quiet halls while he rubbed sleep off his eyes.

"Russian Alphabet."

"Okay." he murmured lazily. "What for?"

"A lead on Samantha." he said. The expression on Soap's face changed from sleepy-scotsman to what-are-we-waiting-for as he jumped to the control center and began typing.

The two teamed up together translating codes of texts and typing commands on different kinds of webcams all across Russia, all they had was a barely readable plate number of a black van which allegedly housed Samantha and three of Shepherd's men which were designated to protect her.

Hours passed and they barely got through any possible lead. The rest of the team woke up one by one and slowly helped the duo. Once Alex woke up, they got another additional pair of hands to help and it made them more efficient. If only Ghost knew that Alex knew Russian, it would've been less awkward. But then again, he needed this kind of interaction with Soap, so he could finally be comfortable around them.

Then there it was. The first solid lead with Samantha's face on it. A hotel not far from the airport. Alex couldn't help but creep his head close to the monitor, his eyes had that longing look on the blurry screen. He was sure it's her.

They later reported their findings to Price and Jack, and it was indeed a lead worth pursuing. But when asked how they got such info overnight, they all turned to Ghost to which he said that it's still within the phone's encrypted messages. Price and Jack nodded and Ghost sighed in relief. He didn't want anyone to know about his little fling.

"Then let's have breakfast and have a little briefing after. I'll make calls to Nikolai to arrange us a visit to his homeland." Price announced as everyone, especially Alex's, face lit up and felt energized.

HAPPY TRAVELER INN PARKING AREA

MOSCOW, RUSSIA

8:52 PM

Ghost set up his little command set up at the back of the van. The plan was easy, Alex, Soap and Roach sneaked inside her room, silently knocking down the three guards, taking their clothes and escorting her back to the van to safety. While Price would take down their driver and replace the getaway vehicle with this one.

The group of five didn't bring any weapons so as to not raise suspicion, after all they're just sneaking Samantha from Shepherd's hands. No need for violence.

"Can you hear me, lads?" Ghost muttered softly against the microphone.

"Loud and clear, mate." Gary responded.

"Yes pal." Alex commented.

"Aye lad. I can hear ye." Soap added.

Price gave a thumbs up from the driver's seat. Ghost pressed some buttons and after a few moments, he now had access to the whole building's cameras and some controls.

"Chuckles, I'm in." Ghost commented to which Gary snickered. It looked like he was the only one who understood the reference.

"Okay lads. The janitors are on their break. They're inside that incoming elevator." Ghost informed as he looked at the live feed. The three carefully grabbed the janitors without intention of hurting them. Carrying some rope and cloth, they quickly tied the janitors and hid them on a blind spot away from the camera's eyes. Ghost could hear Alex muttering something to the three in Russian, he couldn't translate it fully but it had the word sorry, don't worry and okay in it. After that, they immediately wore their janitor uniforms and the janitors were already on their way to the 10th floor.

"I don't have cameras inside the rooms. But your hallway is clear."

"Okay. Your ride home is ready." Price muttered, Ghost never noticed the old man exit the van but apparently he already took care of the driver.

"Great. It's all on you three now. Let's save Samantha." Ghost said as the cameras show three janitors knocking on Samantha's room.

Next Chapter : Vlad the Janitor

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Forgive Me

Summary: It only seemed more prevalent, now more than ever, that people like him didn’t deserve people like you.

Word Count: 4.8k+ Words

Pairing: Natsuo x Reader (21+)

Warnings: blood, death, gang organization involvement, gun use, sexual content, explicit language, and angst

A/N: First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAIN MAN NATSUO TODOROKI!! And I also want to say thank y’all so much for 2k followers! You make my heart ache. To celebrate, I wrote this self-indulgent mafia au fanfic that nobody asked for. I honestly just wanted to write Todorokis involved in organized crime.

All the Japanese in here is from Google Translate. It most likely butchered it, so I’m sorry about that. I tried.

Some things to mention: *Yakuza: Basically, the Japanese mafia *Oyabun: The leader of the organization *Onna-Oyabun: The spouse of the leader. It really translates to the “wife.” I tried to keep things gender neutral, however, I couldn’t find a gender neutral term for this. Please forgive me!

Thank you for ridin with me, y’all! Enjoy this one, hotties ❤️

Forgive Me

All Natsuo had ever wanted for you was normalcy. Call it wishful thinking—his siblings called it naivety. However, there was nothing more the young successor wished for than for you to have the life you deserved. One filled with love, laughter, and smiles. Not tears, blood, and bullets.

He wanted you to be able to come from work or class with a head full of things for the two of you to gossip about over dinner and ice cream. He wanted to be able to cancel his day and take you to that one amusement park you always talked about. He wanted the petty arguments about whose turn it was to do the dishes and whose brownie recipe was better.

Natsuo wanted that for you. Not this.

Your shared room suddenly felt cold and rigid as he stood by the doorway. The sight of your body curled into the sheets, hoping the mattress would swallow you up, made his heart ache. There was no movement except for the slow rise of your breathing as you stared at the wall next to the bed.

Natsuo’s grey eyes focused on the bandage patched to your ear and was brought back to the events prior. An event that had been the reason why he couldn’t have spent the evening in your arms.

[Earlier]

Since having been introduced into the Todoroki lifestyle, life had been hectic. You had been ripped away from your normalcy and propelled into the yakuza* game. It was seeped in cruelty, darkness, and evil that would make you spend nights shivering.

Ever since you had been engaged to Natsuo, your exposure only grew worse. Your fiancé would spend nights apologizing, but you’d only quiet him with a kiss and a small joke.

It wasn’t his fault. His older brother, Touya, was “deceased”. It was against tradition for Fuyumi to have it, and Shouto was too young. He would have to be the next Oyabun* and, despite his unwillingness, there was nothing anyone could do about it.

But that wasn’t something to dwell on. Especially today. Today, you had plans to go shopping with Fuyumi and Shouto and end the night with some well-deserved quality time with your husband-to-be. You had rarely seen anyone due to yakuza activity, so this was something you were looking forward to.

You smoothed down your outfit, adjusting your watch in the mirror. You gave yourself a nod, liking what you saw.

Natsuo came from around the corner, eyeing you with a glint you knew all too well. He apparently liked what he saw too.

“Hi,” he said, smiling into your kiss.

“Hey,” you grinned. You flattened the collar of his shirt where his tattoo peeked from his neck. “You look good.”

He was quick to respond. “You look better.”

“You flatter me,” you chuckled. “Did you pick where we’re eating for dinner later?”

“I made reservations for the seafood restaurant you like so much. The one with the lights by the ocean.”

“Oooo with the parmesan crusted flounder and the stuffed oysters?”

He hummed a yes and laughed as you did a little dance expressing your excitement. You couldn’t wait to stuff your face. While being classy of course.

“What time?”

“6:30. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that should give ‘Yumi, ShoSho, and I enough time to shop around.” You turned to the mirror to put some last-minute touches to your hair. “We still have to find an outfit for your mother’s event Friday. You know your brother’s a lowkey diva about that stuff so it’s gonna take hours.”

A sudden slap on your ass made you yelp and just as you were about to cuss him out, Natsuo captured your lips in a kiss that made your knees buckle. He slowly explored your mouth, committing every taste to memory. Your hands massaged the nape of his neck and it had him growling in your ear.

“Why don’t you skip the shopping today and we can start on dinner now?” he suggested, loving the moan he got from you as he sucked on your neck.

As much as you adored the offer, you weren’t going to pass up the chance to get out of the house. You’d been cooped up in there for too long. Not even his dick could get you out of this.

You pushed him off of you, laughing as he bit the air between you, trying to put his lips back on you.

“Nat—Natsuo. Stop it. I promised them I’d go shopping today, so no. Besides, I’m already running late. I was supposed to meet them at 1 and it’s 1:30.”

“But you just look so good, baby.” He managed to pull you flush against his chest, mischief in his eyes. You gave him a look when his hands went to go grab a handful of your ass. “I’m sure they won’t mind if you're just an hour more late,” he said, going back to lay claim to your lips.

If last night’s sex was a testament to anything, you’d be here for much longer than an hour. If you didn’t get your ass to the car, you’d be stuck at home and his siblings would have your head.

“Boy, if you don’t get off me, I’ll tell Fuyumi you’re keeping me hostage again. She’ll sick Shouto on you,” you threatened.

At the thought of his sister and brother’s nagging, he rolled his eyes and backed off. “Ugh, you’re such a killjoy. Fine, whatever.” You hummed in triumph and turned to walk away. Natsuo gave another hard slap to your backside again and you sent him back a glare that made him smirk.

“Natsu,” you warned.

“You better get in the car quick before I really decide to keep you here.”

“Keep it in your pants, horndog,” you bit.

“Keep that ass away and we won’t have problems,” he playfully retorted.

You smacked your teeth but hid the growing smile on your lips. That man would be the death of you.

…

Despite your wishes, you ended up being an hour late. Natsuo tried to play innocent underneath his siblings’ threats but stopped the act once they pointed out the growing hickey on your neck.

He was waved off, much to his chagrin, when he told the three of you to be wary of your surroundings and reminded you of the security guards that would be following close by. He finally left for his meeting with few choice words and a kiss promising his return.

Fuyumi grabbed your arm and gave you a smile that was contagious. “Now that Natsu stopped hogging you, we can finally hang out!” she cheered. “The outlet just opened up a few new stores we’ve been eyeing for a while now!”

Shouto nodded in agreement. “I’ve been waiting all week to use my father’s credit card.”

“Didn’t you buy a fur coat yesterday—”

“That’s besides the point.”

Once Shouto took your other arm, the three of you spent your time going from store to store. At first, the objective was to find outfits for the party Friday, however you three had become easily distracted with the sight of a smoothie stand.

A couple hours had gone by, and not much was done. Although you might have wasted time (and money) shopping at miscellaneous stores, neither one of you cared.

It had been so long since you laughed so freely. With Endeavor across the ocean, things were steadily heating up. Enemies took his leave as an open shot and the Todoroki siblings were obliged to reinforce why their family reigned supreme. Due to that, it seemed no one could go a day without stressing over something.

Between that and Natsuo’s near-obsessive mission to keep you safe and away from the details of the yakuza, you were forced to stay in the house twiddling your thumbs with constant security around you.

Feeling so useless drove you crazy. No matter how many times you tried to get your fiancé to let you help, he would always give you a firm no. Fuyumi and Shouto tried their best to keep you out of it as well. Even Dabi warned you about wanting something so dangerous.

It was frustrating, but you tried to understand. Regardless, having the chance to hang out with your friends like old times was a saving grace and you’d enjoy it to its fullest.

Eventually, you three made it to the boutiques and clothing departments. Shouto had already gotten a suit tailored so it was left with you and Fuyumi.

Your soon-to-be sister-in-law found an extravagant gown that stole your breath. The crimson dress hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating the softness of her feminine figure and the coolness of her kind eyes. It was beautifully bold statement speaking to the fire within Fuyumi many seemed to miss. But no one would overlook that spirit with a dress like that. Her measurements were taken, and the dress was quickly swiped off the rack and sent to the tailor.

Your clothing didn’t come easy. Fuyumi was indecisive and Shouto was a harsh critic.

“Hmm, that one’s too much.”

“Nope, not enough.”

“Too loose.”

“Too tight.”

“No.”

“Hell no.”

“I’m pretty sure someone from the Nanu family wore that in 2016. Next.”

It had taken nearly an entire hour before the three of you found your outfit. Something that had caught your eye was soon being shimmied over your body. When you stepped out of the dressing room, you were relieved when Fuyumi nearly cried and Shouto’s bi-colored eyes twinkled with satisfaction. The material was comfortable on your body and the pigment made your skin color brilliantly glow. It moved and swayed like it was meant for you. It just felt right.

“That’s the one,” Shouto smiled.

“You think so?” you asked, checking over the detailing.

“You’re going to steal the show, as always, Y/N,” Fuyumi gushed. “The most beautiful Onna-Oyabun* the yakuza have seen this generation.”

At the mention of the word, you casted your eyes downward. “Right. I’m going to be the new Onna-Oyabun,” you sighed.

The two Todorokis caught the heaviness of your tone and looked at one another in sadness. They were privy to the burdens of this family and the titles that came along with it. Your reaction wasn’t abnormal, but the despondent gleam in your eyes was still hard to sit with.

“Y/N—”

The sound of Shouto’s phone cut off his words. As he listened to the quiet words from the other line, his eyes began to harden. The store clerk kept you busy, but Fuyumi noticed his sudden rigidness.

Her brother’s eyes flicked towards the door and she caught the sight of more their bodyguards surrounding the boutique, hands on their weapons.

There were a few more words said before Shouto spoke.

“Anata wa mōru o torikakonde imasu. Natsuo wa 5-bu de soto de aimasu.” (Keep the mall surrounded. Natsuo will meet us outside in five minutes.)

Fuyumi met her brother’s eyes once more and understood the situation.

“So, the seamstress said she’ll tighten around the waist and add more fabric to the end. It’ll be ready by tomorrow evening,” you said to them.

Shouto excused himself while Fuyumi walked towards you, a practiced smile on her lips.

“Perfect. Now let’s get you changed and out for your date. Natsuo will be here any minute.”

…

The car ride to the restaurant was filled with your rambling about the day and Natsuo’s usual teasing. When he got into the car after speaking with his siblings, he seemed very tense. So you were happy you were able to get him to relax. Work must’ve put him on edge, and you were determined to let the rest of your night come stress free.

When you got there, he helped you out of the car and you made your way to the door. You were surprised to see who was standing by the entrance.

“Dabi?”

“Hey there, doll,” he said behind an easy smirk. He kissed the back of your hand. “Still see you’re with this punk. Tragic.”

You tried to hide your giggle as Natsuo punched his brother’s shoulder.

“Back off, brick-face. Lookin’ like a burnt raisin.”

“You wound me,” Dabi faux gasped.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

Although Dabi kept his eyes on you, he felt his brother’s stare on his face.

“Just doing some patrol. Heard you were coming around and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to say hi to my new favorite Todoroki,” he responded coolly.

You quirked your brow at that. “Did something happen?”

Dabi opened the door. “Nah, nothing you need to worry about. You just enjoy your dinner for me, yeah?”

Before you could say anything more, you felt the man behind you place his hand on your lower back and guide you into the restaurant. You didn’t miss the order he hissed to his brother before closing the door behind him.

You had to learn Japanese one of these days, damn it.

As you stood in line to be seated, you eyed your fiancé.

“I know something’s going on,” you spoke.

Natsuo didn’t even flinch. “What do you mean?”

“Why’s Dabi here?”

“You heard what he said. For patrol.”

“Patrol for what? He doesn’t just police the area for no reason.”

“It was just on some small case we’ve been working on. No biggie,” he shrugged.

You frowned at his play of innocence. You were getting kind of tired of this. “You know how much I hate being kept in the dark…”

“It’s nothing you have to concern yourself with, babe. I’ve got it handled.”

“Natsuo—”

“Y/N, please.”

You watched his shoulders sag a bit from the heavy sigh that left his mouth. If you hadn’t been watching, you would’ve missed the fatigue that flashed across his face. To see someone usually so upbeat look so tired made your chest ache.

You knew you were being pushy, but all the secrets were piling up and your curiosity was starting to become insatiable.

“I…I just want to help,” you softly admitted. “I don’t mean to be annoying.”

“You’re not being annoying,” he answered in a heartbeat. Natsuo pulled you close and kissed your temple, feeling comforted by your smell. “I know all these secrets drive you crazy, but I’m trying to protect you.”

You placed a hand on his cheek to which he placed a kiss to your palm. “And I want to lessen your burden. We’re in this together, baby. You don’t have to handle all of this alone anymore.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered. He stared into your eyes for a moment before gently smiling down at your hopeful gaze. “How ‘bout this? We forget about all this yakuza stuff whiles we’re here, and as soon as we get home, I’ll fill you in on my meeting today. Sound fair?”

It wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but it was a step in the right direction. Besides, you could see how eager he was to forget about the topic. The focus of this night was about having fun, so you would drop it for now.

You pecked his lips and nodded in agreement. “Deal.”

“Bet.”

The hostess met you two just as you pulled away from one another. She led you to your table where you had a clear view of the beach behind the crystal glass. Your waitress, an older woman with a smile that felt safe, got you settled in.

“My name is Jane and I’ll be serving you today. May I get your drinks?”

Natsuo looked to you. “Wine?”

You made a thoughtful face. “Yeah. Sure. Something on the sweeter side.”

“Bring us Moet Chandon Dom Perignon. 2008.”

“Yes, sir,” she bowed before going to retrieve the drinks.

You frowned in confusion, the bran unknown to you. That was before your eyes scanned over the wine listing. You choked on your spit.

That bottle could pay rent.

Rich people were crazy.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Something in my throat,” you coughed.

After the waitress brought your drinks and you placed your orders (you both ordered enough for eight but what’s new?), you and Natsuo spent your time talking and laughing.

It was like old times. He was the jokester, throwing out horrible pick-up lines with a terrible pun to match. You’d tease him, snickering when he’d whine about how sensitive he was.

You missed this. A lot.

Your previous grievances left your mind. Like he said, for now, you’d forget about the yakuza. The carefree smile on your fiancé’s face, the one that reminded of you of just how young he really was, was beautiful. He was only 23 and dealing with so much. You wanted this expression of freedom to remain for as long as possible.

“The ‘Saw’ series wasn’t even that scary. It was just really gross,” you said.

“Fair. But the one with the teeth was kinda scary. Saw 3 I think? I couldn’t sleep for like, five days,” Natsuo shivered.

“Okay, yeah. That one was…ew,” you agreed. “But remember ‘The Human Centipede’? Now that was some creepy shit. I couldn’t eat cereal for a month.”

Natsuo visibly paled, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “Nah for real, bro. I’ll never watch that shit again. I feel like it was some big, grotesque, sexual innuendo.”

You gave him a flat look.

“What the fuck, Natsu.”

“No, listen! Remember the part where they took the hammer and—"

“Your food, Mr. Todoroki and Mr/s. L/N,” Jane interrupted. A questioning look flashed across her face but you two just stifled your laughs.

The other waiters laughed as they stood behind her with the food in their hands.

You were eyeing the hell out of those oysters.

“Here we have the lobster bisque, the shrimp tacos, the stuffed oysters—”

“I’ll take that one, please!” you excitedly clapped.

“Excellent choice.”

“And you say I’m a child,” Natsuo snorted.

You threw a glare his way. “Little boy, if you don’t—”

And just as your day had been filled with laughter, the sound of one bullet tore through that illusion.

It was as if the world had stilled for a moment. Then, there was screaming and the onslaught of gunpower. There were so many men in dignified suits running in and out of the restaurant. You hadn’t even blinked before two waiters dropped to the ground, piled beneath the food they were holding.

Two shots rang near your table, and you felt a string of fresh blood paint the sides of your face and a burning sensation on your left ear. Two hands held the table and the back of your chair, body a shield from the bullets.

You slowly looked up and saw Jane’s bright blue eyes wide with surprise. There was a moment of silence as her bottom lip wavered, wanting to say something.

However, her last breath slipped through her lips as you watched the life dull in her cerulean irises.

That bullet was meant for you. That bullet was meant to kill you and instead…instead…

When she fell onto you, dead, that’s when you screamed.

At some point, Natsuo had gotten you into his arms. His body was ice cold as he used his quirk to protect you and carry you out. He was shouting orders and curses while trying to coax you out of your numbness. However, you couldn’t hear anything.

The stench of blood was strong. You saw how the bodies of innocent men, women, and children laid piled on the floor. They bled out; their lives taken from them before they even had the chance to think about it.

You closed your eyes when you saw blue and red flames lick the ground. You had seen enough.

Somehow, you had gotten outside and away from the warzone. Natsuo carried you into the car.

“Doraibu!” he thundered. (Drive!)

The driver took off with speed that made our backs hit the seats. Once he hit the main streets, miles away from the scene, Natsuo took his hand off the gun and quelled his quirk.

His phone lit up and it wasn’t long before he blew up at whoever was on the other end. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him use a tone so mean and angry. He roared into the phone, his words foreign to your ears. However, you couldn’t concentrate on that.

The shock of what just occurred struck your body numb. The ringing in your ears hadn’t stopped since the first bullet. You could still smell the blood and the bodies. Jane’s lifeless eyes would haunt you forever.

The same bullet that tore into her heart was meant for you. Whoever shot that, was aiming to kill. Kill you. But instead, Jane had taken that place. For what reason, you didn’t know. But she did.

You didn’t know which one was worse.

Bile rose in the back of your throat and you let out a shaky breath.

You could do nothing else but hold your head.

Natsuo had gotten off the phone and looked over at you in silence. His grey eyes stormed with pain from the way your shoulders hunched over in grief.

He reached for you. “Y/N, sweetheart—”

You flinched away as his fingertips ghosted your skin.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you seethed.

He quickly withdrew his hands.

“Are…are you okay?” he slowly spoke.

The glare you gave him made him avert his eyes in anguish.

“Am I okay? You’re asking me if I’m okay!?”

“I just want to make sure you’re not hurt,” he thickly swallowed.

“Are you serious, Natsuo!? I just saw twenty people die in front of me and you’re asking if I’m okay!??”

Guilt drowned him, but you just couldn’t seem to care at the moment as rage took over your body.

“I asked you to tell me what was going on. I’ve been fucking begging you to keep me up to date so I can just be prepared for when things like this happen!”

“I know.”

“If I had just known someone was trying to take me out, I would’ve stayed the fuck home, but you wouldn’t tell me and now there’s people DEAD!!”

“I know. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Fuck your sorry!” you roared. “Fuck you, Natsuo! Sorry won’t bring those people back!”

Your voice was beginning to grow hoarse but screaming felt good. It was the only thing that felt real even as it took you to hysteria.

“I know those bullets were meant for me! They wanted to—to—oh my God!” Your breathig grew erratic as it all dawned on you. “I’m supposed to be dead! They wanted to kill me! I can’t! I can’t do this!”

Natsuo felt his heart break with every sob that ripped from your mouth. He wanted so badly to hold you and take you away from all of this. However, he knew better.

For the entire car ride and throughout the time it took for the nurses to patch you up, you hadn’t allowed him to touch you. You even ignored him until he was forced to leave you to rest.

When he told you he loved you, it hurt like hell to see you wordlessly disappear behind the bedroom door. That pain was what later fueled him back to the scene of the crime and into doing things to the captured enemies he would never utter to anyone that wasn’t there.

Fuyumi and Shouto couldn’t look him in his eyes for the rest of the day. It was Dabi, as heartless as he was, that told him it was enough.

He would give anything to give you what you deserved, a life without pain and death. But that’s not how it worked. Not in this life.

He knew that, yet, he had been selfish and took you for himself. Now, this was the result. Your life in unremitting danger because of who he was.

The agonized screams of dry ice burning away flesh constantly played in his head. It only seemed more prevalent, now more than ever, that people like him didn’t deserve people like you.

[Present]

Natsuo’s heavy stare caused you to shift. As he changed into pajamas, you looked at the clock. It was 2am.

You hadn’t realized it was so late.

You felt a heavy dip in the bed and watched your fiancé carefully settle into the sheets. His face was clean of blood and dirt, so he must've showered before coming back home.

A pregnant pause filtered between you two. As you continued to stare at one another, you could see his façade slip with each passing second. The blank front he was so skilled at putting up melted as his eyes continued to pass over the bandages. His eyes sunk and the skin around them was dark with wear. He looked exhausted.

The anger that had once bristled inside of you had given way to melancholy a long time ago. You felt so empty and lonely with the dark thoughts that circled in your head. Sleep wasn’t an option if you wanted to avoid the nightmares that would plague you.

The two of you scooted closer to one another. Natsuo was the first to speak. He spoke in a voice so small, you almost missed it.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” you whispered.

Soon enough, you were in his arms, chin on his shoulder as he peppered the junction between your neck and collarbone with kisses. You relished in his hands exploring your body, missing how he just seemed to swallow you up.

“I love you, Y/N,” he breathed.

“I love you too, Natsuo.”

Much of the night was spent reminding yourselves of the other’s touch. Natsuo drew your lips captive, his tongue overtaking you with dizzying pleasure. You couldn’t keep track of where his mouth was. Whether it was on your lips, on your stomach, or in between your legs, you savored how good it felt.

Soon, his low growls and moans were hot against your ears. Your nails ran down Natsuo’s back as his hips swam into you, taking his time to rememorize how you felt around him. The bed creaked along with your moans. You threw your head back and gripped whatever you could hold of him during your lovemaking.

It seemed you’d reach your high over and over again. You could never get enough of each other. There was something intoxicating about how his tongue would roll over yours as he pounded into you, staking claim over your body as he gave himself to you until he couldn’t.

When your bodies couldn’t go any longer, you just lied underneath the sheets. Natsuo lied on top of you, head on your chest and listened to your heartbeat. You pushed back his sweaty bangs, staring down at him.

You hadn’t even realized you were crying until his thumbs went to swipe past your cheeks.

“Damn it,” you hiccupped.

Natsuo let his vulnerability slip. “I know they’re just words, but I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said. His voice cracked and it was your turn to catch the tears that fell from his eyes.

“I know. I’m sorry too.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“No, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I was just…”

“Just what?”

A fresh wave of images from today filled the forefront of your mind. Those pictures did something to you. A switch was flicked.

Your voice caught in your throat and your eyes pinched as more tears filled them. However, these were not tears of fright, rather tears of animosity. The anger you thought had left you had turned into something worse. Something much darker.

Natsuo saw that look many times before in his own reflection. Vengeance. Pure, unadulterated, vengeance. And as much as he hated it, it was the gas that incited his own flame.

“Natsuo,” you spoke like you were about to tell a secret. You slowly swallowed the ball in your throat.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what it is you want.”

The words that left your mouth felt different, but you would never regret them.

“Whoever it was, whoever was behind this, I want them gone,” you instructed, voice stone cold. “For every child lost, I want ten of their heads. For all our men they took, I want their bodies burned. For the life they took from Jane, I want their blood on the street. Today, they took their stance when they tried to kill me.”

You held his face and fell into his gaze with hard eyes. In those grey irises, you saw a man that would stand against an army for you. It gave you the courage to say your order.

“And for that, I want the entire yakuza dead.”

The glint in his eye matched your own and you knew there was no turning back. Natsuo nodded without a second thought. There was nothing to think about. He’d give you the entire world or burn it down at the flick of your hand.

“Yes, my Onna-Oyabun. Your wish is my command.”

He sealed the deal with a kiss.

“This is war.”

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abiteofnat · 3 years

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If you’re reading this, I’m coming back to Chicago, beetch

The non-existent rumors are true. After a brief 10-month exit from the city to soak up the fresh air and social distance-friendly suburbs, I am now returning to Chicago as a single, slightly more anxious version of myself. While I’m still trying to kick some of the anxiety and OCD that COVID-19 pushed from “lifelong tagalongs” to “all-controlling demons”, I feel 97% ready to be back where I feel most myself, and cannot wait to welcome that change. While that 3% still makes me a little uncomfy and hesitant, I’m a believer in pushing your boundaries to allow yourself to grow, and also, I am really sick of suburbs food.

Ha! I joke. I wouldn’t move downtown simply for access to more diverse & higher quality food... or would I? All I know is while there are plenty of gems in the North Shore, I’ve eaten take out from all of them ten times over, and I did not foster my dislike of cooking out of nowhere. My parents do not enjoy cooking, my sister pretends to enjoy cooking, and I will cook if it is 5 ingredients or less. My latest speciality is a toasted bagel with butter, hummus, and EBTB seasoning. Voila. So when it comes to dinner, we are living off of a carousel of suburban favorites, and are losing steam as we are still not comfortable with dining inside (or dining inside in the city, where the fun food is).

All of this to say, it’s exciting to imagine what life is going to be like in a few short weeks. While I’m still extra precautionary, I can’t wait to have my own space downtown, where I can enjoy coffee on my little balcony (!!!) and dream of the days friends can come squeeze into my studio safely while I lay out an entire table of sharable spreads and snacks from Ema (Charred Eggplant Spread is the best one, don’t fight me).

So you may ask, how did you come to this decision to move to the heart of downtown out of seemingly nowhere, you hermit?

It starts with my mom and I having a brief, simultaneous breakdown and coming to the conclusion that we would both feel comfortable doing a staycation downtown, as long as we wore masks, sanitized always, and braved the cold to eat outside. This was big for me! As a person with real OCD, not cute TV show “I have to keep my pens straight” OCD, this would be the most exposure I’d had to a lot of uncontrollable variables since the pandemic started. If you’re thinking, “you get to spend a weekend downtown in a hotel with your mom, shut up”, know that I hear you. I am unbelievably grateful that I’ve gotten this time with my parents, and that we can do a staycation. However, having anxiety comes at a cost, and that cost is blowing everything way the fuck out of proportion instead of being able to rationalize it sometimes. Let’s! Normalize! Having! This! Discussion!

So, we went downtown in early March for a two-night stay, and oh my goodness. The realization that we got to be in a different space, and do different things, and eat different food for a weekend made it feel like a legit vacation, and not like we drove 30 minutes to get there. The view from our room was of Michigan Ave, and hearing the traffic and seeing the people out and about instantly made me feel a sense of peace I wasn’t expecting. I’ve lived downtown for 6 years, but it always shocks me how much the city feels like an extension of me once I’m in it after being away. My mom and I went out for a walk (gentle yet forceful reminder to please wear a mask), then decided to grab dinner while we were out. The plan was to bring it back to the room, but there was a warm spell, and there just happened to be a table for two at Topolobampo on Clark, and suddenly we were sitting on the patio under the lights eating masa quesadillas dipped in a spicy salsa verde. It just happened!!!

Before getting downtown, I was tentatively looking at apartments for the spring. I was looking at Lincoln Park, Old Town, maybe Lakeview, and came across a listing in the Gold Cost that caught my eye. That one was swiped out from under me within days, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the area. Then I discovered another unit that was available, and couldn’t shake it from my mind. Over mushroom tacos I discussed it with my mom, and we decided to go see it. Totally not what I had been planning for in terms of location, but why not?

Once we polished off breakfast the next morning (Eggs Benedict with fried eggs, extra hollandaise) we headed out to see the place. Let me say I have never seen my mom fall in love with a single apartment I’ve lived in, and she was ALL. FOR. IT. Unreal reaction on her part. Once I saw the west-facing views and the incredible natural lighting, I was 100% in as well.

We spent the rest of the weekend wandering the downtown area, enjoying another dinner outside at The Gwen and my mom’s first visit to the Starbucks Reserve Roastery, which was 95% more empty than I’ve ever seen it given we went in a pandemic at 8:30PM. Shit on Starbucks all you want, but that Roastery is an incredible use of space (in non-pandemic times) and the coffee & Princi pastries are really, really good.

When we got back home feeling refreshed and like we had actually gone on a vacation, I jumped into apartment shark mode real fast and signed as many documents as the very kind realtor could send over. One week later, whabaam, I was a Gold Coast girl. Ahem, *lady*. What better way to celebrate than going to Somerset and having the Rapini & Roasted Garlic Flatbread and Wild Mushroom Risotto? No clue. As I sat outside, yet again with my mom, I felt a wave of excitement come over me and realized, this is it. This is the sign and feeling I’ve been waiting for, telling me it’s time to move back to the city and start over. The creamy, herbacious risotto also helped solidify that.

SO. After all of that, the news is I’m moving, and you’re probably wondering why I shared all of this on a blog about food. I meant for this post to be about everywhere I ate during my staycation, but realized quickly we ate at some very basic places - DELICIOUS, but still basic. Oops. Below are all the dishes I had and a rundown of the flavors, textures, etc., however don’t expect to find any new, revolutionary restaurants. Sorry!

1. Topolobampo

This Rick Bayless restaurant has been around forever, and unfortunately, you can tell by the interior. We’ve eaten here as a family a couple of times before, but never had a noteworthy experience. I can confirm that in a pinch, the patio covered in fun lights & mini piñatas, and the sharable, filling bites will do just fine. This was my first time going to a Mexican restaurant as a non-alcohol drinker, and instead of my typical mezcal margarita, I opted for a Fresh Limeaide which was refreshing and flavorful. We split the Guacamole and Chips, which if you’ve ever stopped at the Frontera in O’Hare, you know is good as fuck. It’s smooth, creamy, tangy, and topped with chopped onions and cilantro for a little crunch. It’s not the most life-changing, but it is consistently satisfying. Next, we got the Mushroom Tacos and Masa Quesadillas. The Masa Quesadillas were a fun surprise, as instead of a tortilla, the masa is what makes up the outside. They are almost like empanadas and stuffed with gooey, melty cheese, and come with a spicy salsa verde on the side. I would come back for these alone - they’re rich yet light, warm, and comforting, all the things you would want when dining outside when it’s still a little chilly. The Mushroom Tacos were quite frankly unreal, because whatever they seasoned the mushroom slices with and grilled them on made them taste unlike any mushroom I’ve had before. There was definitely some meat crossover on the grill, so don’t order those if you’re vegan, or ask them to prepare the mushroom separately. I however was LOSING MY MIND. Over mushrooms. The joys of being vegetarian!

2. The Gwen

On a happening Saturday night in Chicago, Upstairs at The Gwen is sure to be a packed scene. Located in River North, this hotel bar/restaurant offers a somehow cozy rooftop filled with loungey couches, fire pits, and ambient lighting, even though you’re surrounded by apartments and skyscrapers and there is nothing “cozy” about River North. Every table was filled, yet since you’re outside and it’s fairy spread apart, it still felt safe. I got my new classic, a Lemonade, and we got the Burrata to start. With sourdough, roasted beets, squash, pomegranate, pistachio, & arugula, this plate was nothing short of mouth-watering. It has textures! It has flavors! It has pomegranate seeds, the TikTok must have of the moment! The bread was 10/10, the burrata was 8/10, and all of the toppings made for a very find bite of salad on their own. For my main I got the Lobster Fettucine, a beautiful bowl of “charcoal fettuccine with saffron-tomato sauce, lobster, calabrian chili butter, and basil-brioche crumbs” as listed on their website. Take any of those ingredients and it’s going to be delicious, but all of them TOGETHER? INCREDIBLE. The chunks of lobster were huge, absolutely making the dish worth its price tag, and the sauce was flavorful, unique, and unlike any sauce I’ve tasted in the last few years. It’s typical to do a squid ink pasta with seafood and tomato sauce, but the saffron added a new element I very much appreciated.

3. The Starbucks Roastery

I KNOW. THIS IS A TOURIST DESTINATION. All I am saying is if there’s no line, go get an iced latte with two packets of sugar in the raw. That’s all. It’s really good after something like, I don’t know, Lobster Fettucine.

4. The Penninsula

You cannot go wrong with hitting up The Penninsula for breakfast or brunch, especially if you are staying there and have the option to do room service. Typically we would go to Pierrot Gourmet, the cafe in the ground floor of The Penninsula, however it has been closed temporarily. If there’s one thing to order with your breakfast, it’s the smashed fingerling potatoes. Delish.

5. Somerset

Somerset is becoming a quick go-to of mine for an impromptu dinner downtown, given it’s in the heart of Gold Coast and is cute if you’re sitting indoors or outdoors. The food is nothing too innovative, but it is done well, which is the most important part with “cuter” restaurants that may focus on the Instagram appeal over the food sometimes. Each time I’ve gone I’ve gotten the seasonal flatbread and a pasta or risotto, usually something with mushrooms, and it’s always been plate-licking good. To drink, I got -you guessed it- a Lemonade! For dinner I went with the Wild Mushroom Risotto which was everything you could hope for in a risotto, topped with olive oil, herbs, and local parmesan. We split the Rapini & Roasted Garlic Flatbread which was as it sounds, flatbread covered in rapini, garlic, and ricotta, which added a nice crunch and had enough rapini to feel like it was replacing a boring vegetable side dish or salad. The patio vibes were wonderful, the judgemental girls in the greenhouses looked like they were having a good time, and our waiter couldn’t have been sweeter. I will be going back to try the Fontina Arancini, which I just noticed on the menu. FRICK.

So there you have it, a very long-winded explanation of the last few weeks of my life and where you can find me on a staycation in Chicago. Hopefully once I move back to the city I’ll have endless new spots to try and won’t be basic anymore!

Until next time, Happy Eating!

-Natalie

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kayokos-villain-imagines · 4 years

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The Villains’ Interpersonal Relationships

// This is just kinda how I picture them acting around each other when they’re not really working. It’s 98.5% personal speculation, so be aware that you don’t have to think the same about this. //

// Honestly, I just sat at my computer at 3 am when I should’ve been doing math and wrote these down as they came to me. //

~I’ll start with the Shie Hassaikai~

Tengai and Rappa can’t stand each other, so they stay as far apart as possible when they can help it.

That being said, Tengai feels a sort of responsibility for Rappa’s actions, so he tries to stay aware of what Rappa is doing at all times.

Setsuno, Hojo, and Tabe are practically inseparable.

This is best illustrated when Tabe drags his friends to the kitchen to get a snack, rather than going by himself.

Hojo will straight up throw hands with whoever tries to hurt Setsuno and Tabe.

When Setsuno is upset, Tabe goes out of his way to make him smile.

Rappa and Katsukame are either at each others' throats or punching someone through a wall for insulting the other. There’s no in between.

Hojo and Nemoto get along well.

Sakaki actually really respects Nemoto for how put together he seems. Still thinks he needs to loosen up a little, though.

Nemoto is jealous of Hari for how close he is to Overhaul

Hari ignores this to avoid conflict

Nemoto always tries to “correct” the others (especially Hari) when they do something he thinks Overhaul wouldn’t like. It’s mostly little stuff that doesn’t really matter.

Basically Nemoto just really wants Overhaul to notice him (poor bby)

It’s an unhealthy relationship, someone please help him.

Setsuno, Tabe, and Sakaki are a little bit scared of Rappa and Katsukame (can you blame them?)

Tengai sometimes feels like a failure for letting his life get to this.

Tengai enjoys talking to Hojo, Hari, and Setsuno

Hari often gets frustrated when trying to brush his hair. Usually has Overhaul or Tengai help him.

Rappa and Irinaka get on each others’ nerves

Irinaka secretly wonders why certain members of the Hassaikai *cough cough* Rappa *cough* are still around. Knows not to question his boss, though.

Setsuno and Sakaki drink together.

Nemoto sometimes vents to Hojo.

Actually, everyone vents to Hojo. He’s a good listener, and less likely to make a harsh (but usually true) statement about your life choices than Tengai.

It sometimes bothers him, but he doesn’t really say anything about it.

Hari, Nemoto, and Setsuno are secretly always worried about Sakaki

He’d probably cry if he found out that they actually cared about him.

Nemoto has a soft spot for Setsuno

Katsukame is the furthest from a morning person that someone can be.

Tengai is in charge of getting him up.

Katsukame is *slightly* insecure about his size. He covers it up with aggression. This sparks the majority of the fights between him and Rappa.

Katsukame is actually pretty close to Irinaka (and not just when he gives smol Irinaka piggy-back rides). Katsukame may or may not be a little jealous of him because he can downsize whenever he wants to.

Rappa and Katsukame can sometimes be protective of each other, though they’ll never admit it.

Basically, they’re ~bros~.

Tengai acts like he hates his job, but he kind of likes having friends.

Somewhere along the line, Rappa started focusing less on beating Overhaul and more on being a good friend to the others.

Because he was in a street gang as a kid before becoming a fighter (I’m 74% sure it’s canon), he sort of missed that particular sense of friendship and camaraderie.

Still 100% wants to beat Overhaul, it’s just on the back burner for now.

~Now, the League of Villains (...this post is going to be so long)~

Canonically, Twice and Toga are friends.

Twice likes Toga because she accepts and is kind to him regardless of his flaws, and Toga likes twice for pretty much the same reasons. (Kinda random but I hate when people ship them because she’s 17 and he’s like 30 and I ugghghhgghhhh)

Dabi sees Toga as a little sister and would do anything (within reason) for her.

He sees Twice as a brother and will sometimes discreetly distract him from splitting by talking to him.

As much as Dabi likes to tease Spinner and Shigaraki, he’d stand up for them if anyone else tried to hurt them.

Dabi won’t admit that he’s gotten attached to anyone though, and will act offended if confronted with evidence.

Twice is almost overbearingly supportive of everyone in the league.

Besides Toga, Spinner appreciates it the most. It helps him take his mind off of other things. Big Sis Magne.

Even though they’re not as Stain-obsessed as him, Spinner really appreciates his fellow league members. Finally, he’s found people who not only accept him, but think he’s cool.

Mr. Compress and Kurogiri like to have intellectual discussions when everyone else is asleep or busy with something else.

Mr. Compress sometimes helps Kurogiri at the bar.

Mr. Compress likes showing his magic tricks to Twice, because it’s not hard to get an amazed reaction from him.

Shigraki is secretly really grateful for the league. As friends, not just tools to accomplish a mission. He tries to hide it, but Dabi picks up on it easily. Dabi never says anything because he’s in a similar situation.

Those two understand each other in a weird way.

Shigaraki has also grown to appreciate and respect Kurogiri more than he did when they first met.

Whenever Shigaraki has to ~deal with~ someone, he tries to take it outside so Kurogiri doesn’t have to clean up the ashes.

Kurogiri genuinely cares for everyone in the league, especially Shigaraki. He doesn’t outright say so because emotions make Shigaraki nervous.

When Mr. Compress loses his arm, everyone sort of drops the act for a bit to make sure he’s okay.

Even after he has his prosthetic, everyone still acts concerned for him and tries to make him as comfortable as possible.

Mr. Compress has always been more independent than not, so it embarrasses part of him to have everyone fussing over his injury, but a larger part of him is touched and enjoys their attention.

Spinner is also accommodated a bit because he was the closest to Magne. He stays in his room for a while, so Kurogiri, Twice, and Toga alternate between who brings him food.

Dabi even stops teasing him for a while. He knows how it feels to have to leave loved ones behind subtle Touya Todoroki reference.

If Shigaraki feels it’s been too long since someone checked up on Spinner, he’ll force someone to. He says he only cares because he can’t have non-functioning league members, but he really does care about Spinner.

~How about a weird AU where the league and Shie Hassaikai eventually join forces and don’t try to kill each other everytime they meet.~

Overhaul and Shigaraki share leadership responsibilities, but not well.

Most executive decisions are actually made by Kurogiri, because he often mediates their arguments. Despite being a part of the league, Overhaul respects his level-headedness, and in return, Kurogiri keeps Overhaul’s goals in mind.

Spinner carries a subconscious resentment of Overhaul, both for killing Magne, and his indiscriminate disregard for human life that goes against Stain’s ideals.

Spinner doesn’t like to talk to most of the Hassaikai, but he gets along well with Setsuno, Tabe, and Hojo.

Twice is the only sparring opponent that Rappa consistently holds back on. He’d never forgive himself if Twice got hurt because of him.

On one occasion, Toga got ahold of Sakaki’s sake. She didn’t like it but she drank enough to cause significant trouble for everyone else for a while.

Hari and Dabi hang out sometimes.

Shigaraki and Overhaul have the potential to get along. Like, if they were drunk and locked in a room for a while, and one of them kind of opened up about his past, they’d find out that they have more in common than they thought. Afterwards, they’re still both prideful little gremlins, but they’re more willing to cut each other some slack and move on from an argument. I’m not saying I’d write a oneshot if you asked but I’d totally write a oneshot if you asked.

Dabi and Rappa like to prank Nemoto.

Nemoto doesn’t really like the alliance, but wouldn’t dare disagree with Overhaul.

Nemoto appreciates Kurogiri’s honesty.

Kurogiri eventually comes to care about the Hassaikai like he does the league.

Irinaka displays a surprising amount of patience with Katsukame (though from him, any amount of patience is surprising).

They can sometimes be protective of each other, though they’ll never admit it.

Tengai likes Kurogiri because he helps keep Rappa in check.

Nemoto and Mr. Compress gossip about everyone else.

Tengai, Hojo, and Kurogiri are the stoic introvert dream team.

Toga actually gets along with Irinaka. At first, Irinaka found her annoying because she likes to put him on her lap whenever he’s in his small form, but he grew to like her enthusiastic demeanor.

Sakaki likes Twice because he can clone sake bottles, and all of his good qualities (read: all of his qualities) are amplified when he’s drunk.

Katsukame finds most of the league annoying because they make noise and often interfere with his sleep schedule. Kind of likes Toga’s spunk though.

Like Spinner, Toga’s also still upset with the Hassaikai for killing Magne, but she grows to associate that event more with Overhaul than anyone else.

Setsuno brings out the sweet side in Toga, and she can often be seen comforting him and/or making death threats to his ex.

Dabi likes to hang around Sakaki, because he’ll sometimes drunkenly offer him alcohol.

Tabe and Hojo are slightly suspicious of the league’s motives for the alliance, but they appreciate Toga’s care for Setsuno.

Tabe and Twice are friends. They just are. You can’t convince me otherwise.

Hojo and Dabi have a habit of making really awkward small talk. If one walks into a room the other is in, rather than ignoring each other or starting an actual conversation, they’ll talk about the weather for 15 minutes.

To the people who actually read this whole thing: are you okay?

Now that I think about it, if y’all want to request fics of some (or all) of these boys (and girl) just being wholesome and caring about each other go right ahead

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years

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|Got Me Loosin All My Cool| M|

Pairings: Jungkook X Reader | Jimin X Reader( Smut) FT- Side Tae & Yoongi

Note: Kook is in 80% of this but he’s “new” to the dynamic...so the smut is with Jimin and the OC...not Kookie!

About- Jimin and yourself take Jungkook shopping for a new suit to wear to the “Spectrum” launch party! OH, and Jimin fucks you in the backseat of your truck in the parking garage of the mall…..

OR: You know Kookie still in that “Broke college grad” phase only being with the company barley a month, and you don’t want him to feel self-conscious at the event! You’ve also been too busy to really check in with him to see how he’s adjusting! So, you thought something like this, in a more laxed atmosphere, would be a good solution! Oh and Jimin, honestly he’s just nosey as fuck and inched himself along, like nobody really invited him he invited his damn self! Also Jungook can’t underatand why the fuck your all so damn attractive...like...why!?

Jungkook’s a sweetheart and lowkey confused and whipped for everybody

Tae’s kinda being a spoiled asshole

Yoongi’s over it!

Jimin’s being a brat, he’s not use to having to “Behave” around others, espeically while your wearing “that” dress.....

-Song Reference- COOL- Dua lipa

WC: 6K

WARNINGS: Semi-public sex/Top OC/Power bottom Jimin/ Spit play/ Cum play/ Fingering (F receiving) Cockrings/Lube (yes ppl actually use that IRL )Dirty talk/ biting, finger sucking

FINAL NOTE: This little excerpt is the prequel to the next full-length one-shot “All Eyes On Me” which is Hoseoks official ‘Intro” if you will. The full Summary for that can be found in the Masterlist which is linked below! Also if you’re new here..this is a stand-alone one-shot within my OT7Poly AU called “7 Deep” Short version: Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with!

(Sneak peek)

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ONXY ENTERTAINEMENT 10:45 AM

Jungkook’s happy I guess almost surprisingly so, I mean yeah Yoongi and yourself seemed cool in the interview, and when he did is work interview the vibe was chill. But let’s get real, we all know shit always seems better than it actually is in the interviews!

For one he honestly wasn’t expecting to be given such free reign already which is also why he’s happy as hell he didn’t listen to his roommate’s Mark and Ten and lie on his resume. Granted, everything still had to go through Yoongi first but he wasn’t just... I don’t know editing thumbnails like he thought he was actually doing real work. He’s been here barely a month and he already has reels he can add to his portfolio! Learning new tips and tricks, believe it or not, even through his internships he’s learned that some people are stingy when it comes to sharing knowledge. Yoongi however was far from that, thankfully he was well aware that just because you teach someone your “secrets” doesn’t mean you’re essentially replacing yourself! What makes you good at your job isn’t just how it’s done its how you do it!

If only Kookie could stop internally fangirling over Yoongi his life would be a little easier! He’d seen hundreds of your companies films before and being the production major he is..of course, he’d watch it the first time to jack off..then the second time he’d find himself just as if not even more turned on for the production quality. That’s something Onyx is always praised for..”Aesthetically pleasing porn”. Every morning, Yoongi would sit him down and show him something new and for the first time he finally understands what people mean when they say that someones mind is..attractive! Not Yoongi himself though, because that’s his boss and that would be weird but like his brain, ya know? Yoongi’s brian is sexy in a broboss way...I don’t know just go with it!

Anyway, Kook’s current project was actually one of his favorites so far because it was forcing him to actually challenge himself! This was something actually requested by Hoseok, who he learned was 26, the head of marketing, always bouncing around like he’s had 6 expresso shots and somehow manages to make streetwear look professional…. But anyway the task is creating trailers for films that are pc enough to not be blocked on platforms like IG but spicy enough to get ppl to wanna watch the full thing. Making a climax without the actual climax if you know what I mean. So he’d have to sit there and watch the films, try not to get hard and wanna jack off while watching said films...then take notes and screencaps of the best moments and compile them together without showing “too much”. He’s never been so thankful that he could wear sweatpants to work….because…..yeah it was hard..literally and figuratively hard...but like I said he’s happy and can pay his bills so that’s cool too!

Don’t get me wrong he still feels a little out of place at times and surprisingly enough not for the reason he expected! Two months shy of his 21st bday he assumed he’d feel a type of way because he’s the youngest but that’s not the case! Hell, they went to Nobu for lunch last week and Jin actually slid him his drunk so he wasn’t the only one not drinking! Flashing him a cheeky little wink and whispering “Don’t tell mom” in reference to you once Kook looked back at him like a deer in headlights! It seems as though they care more about his talent than his age which is the way it should be because he knows he’s good at what he dose!

However, Onyx is kinda like those offices you see on TV, the kind he never thought where real, behind closed doors the environment is far from pc! It’s not a normal morning unless somebodies cursing out there computers! This morning he swore Taehyung told Jimin he had a shrimp dick…… There’s “that’s what she said” jokes being thrown out left and right, people cracking jokes on one another. And it’s not that he feels uncomfortable by any means again he’s a 20 y/o kid from LA it’s just ...he’s new...ya know? So he doesn’t know if he’s “allowed” to do that! So in the meantime, he just spends his days laughing until his chest hurts!

But besides that everybody’s chill , he’s still trying to learn people, regardless of how laxed the office is everybody’s busy as all hell especially Namjoon and yourself! The two of you are actually his biggest mystery, he’s never thought of marriage being something that he’d want. He’s always heard that people change, and shit gets boring, but even in a work environment that’s far from the vibe he gets from the two of you! You actually make marriage seem exciting, worth it, like a gift, not a task…..

Something else that he can’t truly wrap his head around is that your his boss, like legitimately his boss! Somebody that looks like you,I mean fuck your not even 30, you sway around the office in your little dresses and designer heels! Always dolled up hell sometimes he questions if he’s the one in some upscale porno! Actually, not just you all of you why the fuck are all of you so effortlessly attractive and put together?! To make it even worse you all know your shit too! Two days ago for example Kook went to Yoongi to ask if there was a certain way he wanted the ending credits to come into frame, and instead of Yoongi responding you did! Using terminology that had him ready to run home and pull out his “Intro to production” text box! Shit don’t make any Goodman sense...even Yoongi sitting in his office looking like he could be in one of the films he’s editing and no, god no why is he thinking this about his higher-ups?! No, no, nope try again Jeon!

However, now that we’re on this topic, there is one person that he can’t quite wrap his head around...I mean yeah he’s nice but he just seems more reserved around Jungkook than everyone else. Which is odd considering he’s the one Kook meet first, he’s actually the one that encouraged him to even submit his resume, to begin with! What makes it even odder is Yoongi and yourself actually told him that Tae was the most outgoing...it’s not that Jungkook nessercally thinks Tae dislikes him it’s just ...I don’t know, I don’t know…I guess he was just...warmer when the two of them met at Starbucks then he is now that they actually work together!

...And I guess that’s why he almost shit himself when his phone rang and the incoming name rang though as….”Taehyung Kim”...he kinda hoped he pocket dialed him and would just hand up! But wait, I guess you can’t really do that from a landline can you?? Fuckkkkkk

“I know technologies come a long way Kook, but phones don’t answer themselves ya know…” Eyes fluttering over to see Yoongi smirking at him, tone blatantly amused as he flipped through a file he had in his hands.It’s like he could sense how nervous he is too “Don’t worry about Tae, he’s more bark than he is bite, he’s literally a puppy dressed in Gucci…” Flicking his chin in the direction of the phone with a reassuring smile.

With a timid nod and shaky fingers Jungkook picks up the call on the final ring “H-hello??”

“Jungkook? Can you come to my office in the next 5 or so minutes?” His tone wasn’t rude by any means but it also wasn’t the most inviting. Eyes fluttering overly timidly in Yoongis direction because he knew Tae was loud enough that the elder could hear and he smiled fondly, nodding in approval. Arms crossed firm against his chest, head cocked to the side, eyes squinting slightly from under his black baseball cap, as if he was now purposely trying to hear the conversation.

“Umm, yeah, yeah of course…” God, why does he sound like he’s still going through puberty right now!? Voice fluttering ina and out of an octave!

“Great!”

Tae just hangs up, no goodbye ...promoting Yoongi to roll his eyes, with an exasperated sigh...Jungkook just sits there for a moment, not too sure what to do!

“You’re free to go, Seok dosen’t need these until Friday and your deifiently far enough along, a little time away from your desk wont hurt! Oh, just save your stuff first though! The systems moving slow as fuck and I’m about ready to break my damn computer so I’ll probably do a system reboot while you’re gone!”

Jungkook nods timidly, swallowing so hard he’s sure Yoongi heard it, fingers scattering to do as Yoongis instructed, he literally feels like he’s going to throw up! Why does Tae make him so nervous? I mean no offense but Tae isn’t even his boss why is he more freaked out of Taehyung than is actual boss!

He hears a heavy sigh fall from behind him, as Yoongi invites himself to take a seat, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder ‘First off, you’re doing fucking great, and I mean that, so step back...and breath...” Squeezing his shoulder slightly, tone calm yet stable enough to ground the younger!

“Second, I’m ordering lunch from that coney up the street, Hyungs treat” He watches Jungkook go to open his mouth in protest and Yoongi just groans, loud and obnoxious, eyes fluttering to the back of his head more times than he can count!

“Don’t even try and give me that “Your not hungry bullshit” Eyes narrowing in the youngers direction challangingly “So let’s try this again, what do you want? And yes Tae can wait I already texted him and told him so you’re fine! Now go to google and pull up Leo’s menu and lets order lu-”

“Yonngggggiiiii!!!’ Whines through the studio, which only promps the man in question to slowly sink into his chair as if he was trying to make himself dissapear! And before Jungkook can even make heads or tails as to what’s happening...a pair of skin-tight leather pants, a florial silk shirt, that was sitting so low it mideswell not even be buttoned, flashy shades and windswept pastel pink hair comes strutting in... Looking like something straight out of Vouge so again he asks why the fuck does everybody look like this!?

Not even botherng to ask if he’s interupted anything, just flinging his arms around the production manager’s neck, propping his chin on top of his head,

“I need like...20 headshots edited...in the next half hour” Jungkook watched Yoongi go completely ridgit a scowl on his face as he tried to pull away but the casting manager only held on tigher “...and before you kill me even though I drunk some of it this Amerciano is for you soooo, I feel like I’ve made it worth or while, please and thank you! ” Smiling so big his eyes dispered into his face it took everything in him not to coo and swoon all at the same damn time!

Jimin fucking Park......

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Heyyyyyyyy,

That’s all she wrote for now, don’t know the post date yet, I’ve written up wo when they actually go to the mall so it’s like halfway done.....

MASTERLIST FOR THIS AU IS DOWN BELOW, I’M GLAD PEOPLE ARE ENYOING THIS “UNIVERSE”!

7 DEEP

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook au #jimin #jimin smut #jimin x reader #jeon jungkook #park jimin #jimin au #bts #bts au #bts smut #yoongi #yoongi au #bts poly #bts poly au #kpop #kpop smut kpop au

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myjunkisyuzuruhanyu · 4 years

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[ICE JEWELS VOL. 12 SPECIAL INTERVIEW - YUZURU HANYU

Translation by Juro (juroscorner.blogspot.com)

Please click on the link in the reblog to read the full interview (I put left out parts in brackets [...]) and the Yuzuru related part from Satomi Ito’s interview about her costumes! (Tumblr is acting up with a direct link in the post)

Towards a “me” who surpasses myself

The World Championship (“WC”) was cancelled, drawing the 2019-20 season to a sudden conclusion. This season, he won a title that he hasn't conquered before. The victory at 4 Continents Championship (“4CC”) established Hanyu Yuzuru’s Super Slam as he entered glorious records and memories. His reflection on this season and resolution towards the upcoming season is told as follows.

On the victory at the 4CC

Do you think of the victory at 4CC as a special memory? - I really did win that competition, so I was happy. The last titles to obtain would probably be World Champion or Olympic Champion, but in this season, so far I’ve fulfilled tasks like winning competitions (which I haven’t won until then) like Skate Canada. Rather than any competition, this very one (4CC), is where I competed and won a silver medal at 16, but from then on, I couldn’t win it for a while. It’s good that I can finally win it. We heard that after Japan National, there was a period when you couldn’t get back on your feet. How did you spend that period? Was there any specific feeling? Then, how did you recover? Please let us know some details. - I went through 3 consecutive competitions. (After JN), for I while I thought that Ahh, I’m quite tired out. I’ve been living placing pressure on myself and there was no time to recharge both my physical strength and emotion, so I let myself do whatever I felt like doing. I didn’t really pay attention to anything, so I don’t remember (what I did) clearly…

Just for now, “SEIMEI” and “Ballade no. 1”

[....about change of programs...]

You gave us a brilliant performance of “Ballade no. 1” at 4CC. It’s been previously said that you skated in absolute harmony with the pianist or as if you became the sound of the keyboard. What was your feeling this time? - This time, it seemed like my body’s movement synchronized with the music playing in my head. Every single sound and melody thoroughly soaked into my body, and I let my body be in charge of the performance. Although I was nervous when doing jumps or difficult parts and there were plenty of matters to focus on, I left more than 80% of myself in the program to the music’s guidance rather than my consciousness. About the FP, what did you have to be cautious about when editing the music, to avoid destroying the world of “SEIMEI” now that the music needs to be 30s shorter? - I found it compelling not to spoil the flow of the music or the program, so I avoided omitting any iconic part. There were parts where the tempo was quickened in the interest of time. However, even when the tempo was faster, for me, there was a certain meaning in skating [“SEIMEI”], and I had to be careful not to let the unique rhythm of my own fall apart. If the rhythm was changed too much, the true meaning of skating this program would be substantially different. Do you have any intention with SEIMEI’s new layout? To be specific, in the first 1 minute, you include 4 jumps. There was no run-up in between, only a mere turn from 3A to 3F. Please let us know how you came to engendering such a layout, something that can’t be done by anyone but Hanyu Yuzuru. - Firstly, I wanted to cherish the music cuts which make up the program as much as possible. Then, there was editing to do. I didn’t want to change the flow of the first half, so the solution was to have 3 jumps with [1.1x] bonus in the 2nd half, I must find some way to insert one more jump in the 1st half, and I came up with placing 3F there. It could be either 3Lo or 3F, but I chose 3F since it did not to disrupt the music and rhythm. I showed Shae [my idea] right after she finished shaping the whole program, but she was also pleased by it, so we went with that layout.

Is there any experience from skating “Otonal” and “Origin” that you can utilize? - “Otonal” is a piano piece but there’s also an orchestra. With the piano’s sound as the core, I was trying to express the completion of the music, and [skate] while gathering picking up various shades of music. When skating “Ballade no. 1”, because I have [experienced] expressing an orchestra, I’ve come to feel the purity and transparent quality of the piano’s echo, and the expansion of sound even more deeply. I skated “Origin” while channeling the power surging up from deep inside and I always performed it taking my own self as a (candle’s) wick. Throughout the performance, that energy became the nuclear*. In “SEIMEI”, even when receiving those energy and power, it’s important to adjust so everything is kept under control. Rather than letting the overflowing energy run loose, I want to embody floaty, airy image and philosophical insights, even with my feet on the ground.

On this season’s achievements and next season’s goals You adopted the strategy of changing jump layouts according to the competition. You also competed in the GPS, GPF, and JN. What did you achieve? - I think not getting injured is my biggest achievement.When I forcefully try to push myself from poor to peak condition, my body can’t catch up. I went through a long time with no serenity even in my heart, but this season, I think I was able to adjust well. Would you let us know how your training, for injury prevention and such, is coming along? - I think I know the where within myself the “line” (limit) at which I should stop pushing ahead is. However, I’m aware that if I can’t overcome that boundary, I can’t improve, so I think cautiously about the days when I can push beyond the limit and days when I shouldn’t.

The WC was cancelled, but how was the result of your training after 4CC, and how that will connect to next season? - I feel like I was even more attentive to practicing skating basics and jumps. I wouldn’t say everything is completed, but if I train earnestly now, I can detect what goes wrong, and that’s how the result will connect to next season in my opinion. Did the novel coronavirus affect your training and daily life in Canada? Also, what are the precautions you’re practicing? - I’ve been washing my hands and gaggling my throat. Besides, whenever I come home from practice, I disinfect various things. I think there isn’t much impact on my training. From now on, it’s off-season. Do you have any training you want to do in mind? - I want to spend time on practicing 4A, for it’s extremely difficult to train for a new jump mid-season. My home rink was already closed, so it’ll be tough from now on (Interviewer: By 3/16, Ontario had been locked down to reduce the spread of coronavirus). However, I can still make use of other methods like on-land training, etc. I think it’s helpful to build a good foundation. Please let us know your vision of next season’s program, image of music and such, to an extent that you find acceptable. - I want to do new programs. I don’t know for sure how long it would take to incorporate 4A, but that’s also my goal to work hard for next season. I haven’t had any tangible image of the programs or music for now. However, I hope to do something that is meaningful to myself.

We’ll ask you about the 4A. At GPF, you’ve given us a glimpse it for the first time. What do you think about the atmosphere in the arena at that time after you showcased the jump? - I was nervous, but because I was jumping in front of everybody, I kind of hoped I would succeed. I really enjoy the taste of climbing over the hindering wall.

[...about state of 4A...]

Finally, please let us know your resolutions for next season and send a message to fans. - I’m really thankful that you keep supporting me to the end in this season as well. I think everyone is all going through a hard time because of the novel coronavirus right now. Please be careful. For me, from now on I will keep on accumulating the training towards next season, including the 4A.

[...Bonus: Yuzu-related parts in Satomi Ito’s special interview ...] [Juro’s explanation on use of words and message by Juro]

#yuzuru hanyu #fstranslation #figure skating #yuzu

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okayoonoh · 4 years

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clumsy joy

“This clumsy little joy that giggles oh so brightly in his arms makes everything that pains him worth it.”

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- PAIRING: johnny seo x reader - GENRE: cute, tooth rotting, family fluff - RATING: E for everyone - WORD COUNT: 3,284 - WARNINGS: other than the possible heart attacks of imagining johnny seo as a dad? no warnings whatsoever

a/n : i wanted to take a quick break from writing the descriptions of the kids because i’ve been writing so many descriptions, i need to take a sec to keep things original lol

also! here’s the masterlist to all things nct dad related! i hope you guys like this little scenario :)

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Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Johnny thanks the staff that helped him get all the way upstairs with all of his stuff.

He just finished a tour with his group, equally rewarding, equally hectic. Don’t get him wrong, Johnny loves his group: his fans, his music, his members, but sometimes, the hectic life of an idol is too much for him. Sometimes, NCT’S Johnny just wants to be Johnny Seo: husband and father of three beautiful children.

He takes out his keys, a smile on his face. He’s excited; after 3 months of only seeing you, his lovely wife, and his adorable little children through a screen, he’s excited to finally see them in person.

He steps inside, completely ready to hear the natural noisiness of his family, but a beat of silence rushes over him instead. He checks his phone, 2:30 PM.

Oh, Noah and Leo are still at school.

Only a couple lights throughout the house were lit, the gentle buzz of the A/C hums in the background. He walks towards the living room, about to call out your name to see if you’re home. He stops right before he does though, glad he stopped when he did. His heart flutters at the sight he sees in the messy living room: you asleep on the couch with your daughter sleeping on your chest. Her fist is clenched near her mouth, drool leaking out of her mouth onto your shirt. Her long lashes rest against her cheeks, her nose, which resembles your own, sings a sweet whistle displaying the life within her lungs, her chubby cheeks squished up against your chest, moving up in down in a calm pattern. Your hand rested on her back, reassuring your daughter that you were there.

Everything about this moment in time is perfect in Johnny’s eyes.

He takes out his phone from his back pocket, snapping a quick picture of his two girls. He leans over, kisses your temple, kisses his daughter’s head, then heads off to your room to unpack. Of course he wanted nothing more than to spend quality time with his two girls, but he also knew that waking the two of you mid-nap is basically a death sentence.

Besides, he has two boys who’ll be home in less than an hour. Johnny waited for 3 months to see his family, he doesn’t mind waiting another hour.

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“Mom! I’m home! Kaleb is here, too!”

You jolt awake to the sound of your oldest son, Noah, opening the door. You feel the little sleepy Luna on your chest begin to stir, but you shush her and lull her back to sleep. You yawn as you gently move her to the little tent sitting on the side of the living room that Johnny set up for the kids, pulling her favorite blanket over her as she remains asleep.

You walk over to your son and his best friend, greeting the both of them. “Hey you two! How was school?”

Noah and Kaleb both give you a hug, “It was fine. We played soccer today and they put Kaleb and I on separate teams.”

“I won, Auntie!” Kaleb beams with pride, a wide smile on his face. You smooth over his long hair, smiling down at the happy kid.

“Good job, Kaleb! I’m sure your dad is going to be very proud of you!” Kaleb giggles at your praise while Noah rolls his eyes on the side.

“You totally cheated though!” Noah crosses his arms.

“Are we seriously still on this?”

“Yes! Last time I checked, when the ball goes out of the line, it’s out.”

“It didn’t even go out of the line though!”

You chuckle under your breath with how far this little argument is escalating. Kaleb and Noah’s dynamic is just like their fathers, even down to the smallest details.

You lower your voice to a whisper, acknowledging the sleeping toddler in the side of the living room. “Alright alright, you boys can settle it on another game of soccer later, but right now, you have to be very quiet. Luna is still asleep, okay?”

Noah and Kaleb nod at your request, immediately lowering their volume as they still argue about who truly won. Both boys decide to let bygones be bygones, knowing that their science project is way more important than this argument.

“Kaleb and I need to finish up our science project. Is it okay if we move to the kitchen after we prepare everything?” Noah asks.

You nod, “Just as long as you guys clean up when you’re done. I’ll go ahead and make you guys some snacks for now.”

Noah then whispers to you, “Okay! Thanks, momma. Oh, by the way, is appa home? I thought I saw his shoes…”

“I’m not sure, is appa home?” a voice whispers from behind you.

Noah, Kaleb, and you all turn around to the source of that voice. Johnny stands behind you, a wide grin on his face. Your heart jumps as you return that smile, hugging the tall man. Noah then runs, hugging his father. You are a little confused: last time you talked with your husband, he said that his flight won’t land until late at night. The fact that he’s standing in front of you is genuinely a serendipitous surprise.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until--”

“--My flight left earlier than expected. I got here like an hour ago.” He replies, his wide smile still plastered on his face.

“An hour ago?” You gape, “I’ve been home since then… I’m so sorry, how did I not notice you?”

“You and Luna were both out. Don’t worry about it; it was one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

You all break away from the hug, then Johnny squats down to his son's height. Noah smiles at his dad as Johnny holds his face in his hands, giving him a big kiss on the top of his head.

“You’ve grown so much, Noah!”

Noah giggles at his dad, wrapping his arms around his neck, giving him another hug.

Kaleb then walks over, greeting the tall man, “Hello Uncle!”

Johnny gives him a hug as well, “Hey Kaleb! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing well,” he replies, “My dad is having a little bit of a hard time with Shawn and Aria, but with mom’s help, he’s just fine.”

“I bet. Do you like being an older brother?”

Kaleb doesn’t miss a beat, “I like being able to tell Shawn what to do. Aria is still too little and she doesn’t understand me. But Shawn listens.”

You and Johnny laugh at his response. Kaleb is definitely Ten’s son. The two boys then excuse themselves and head over to Noah’s room.

You head off towards the kitchen, making the snacks you promised as Johnny crawls into the tent his sleepy daughter rests in. She starts to get a little fussy in her sleep, Johnny shushes her gently and smooths over her growing hair. He then finds a pacifier resting on the table right outside of the tent, putting it inside of her mouth. She falls asleep peacefully again. Johnny could watch his daughter for hours and he would, but then again, he is a bit peckish and his loving wife is in the kitchen. He stands up and with long strides he easily reaches you while you work, chopping away on some carrots.

He digs his head into your shoulder, placing a heavy kiss on your cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

You gently place the knife down and smooth your hands over his arms, relaxing into his embrace. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Europe was fun, but almost everything I saw reminded me of you and the kids… speaking of, where’s Leo? I thought he was coming home with Noah?”

You turn around in his arms, looping your arms around his neck, “Leo went on a playdate with Jaeseok and Jaehun. I was going to go and pick him up later, but since you’re home now, do you want to?”

“That’s no problem.” He smiles. “I see that Leo has taken up acting now?”

“He spent one afternoon with the twins and they watched their Uncle Renjun in his drama once and now they want to dedicate their lives to it. I’ve been looking into some auditions for some commercials for him and he seems pretty excited for all of it.” You look up as you list all ideas you’ve been thinking of to help out your second son. Johnny gives you a smile filled with pride.

“Really?” he exclaims, “That’s so exciting!”

You nod, now digging your head in his chest. You missed this, feeling safe and secure in the arms of your husband. He presses a long kiss the top of your head, taking in a deep breath.

“What time does he need to be picked up?” He says, breaking the silence.

“Around 5:30. He’ll definitely be excited to see his dad.” you squeeze him one last time then he lets go, you go back to finish snacks you promised for your boys.

Johnny’s ears perk at the sound of Noah and Kaleb leaving Noah’s room, arguing again about Kaleb’s win as they head to the table, laying out all of their equipment to work on their science project together. He takes a step back to look at this one point in his life. He’s happy.

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“Dad… dad, wake up, this is the best part!”

Johnny takes in a quick breath, feeling a tiny but mighty shake on his left arm. He wakes up from his 2-minute micro nap, attempting to take in what he’s missed. Leo sits on his left, Luna gnawing on a cracker to his right, Noah and Kaleb sit at the dining table working diligently together and you’re in the kitchen getting dinner ready. Leo watches the screen with intensity, seemingly trying to take in every subtle detail in the acting on screen. Luna watches too, but she definitely takes more interest in her cracker than the handsome man on the screen.

Johnny rests his hand on his son’s head, “Do you want to be an actor when you grown up?”

Leo looks up at his dad, his big eyes full of excitement. “Yes! Jaeseok and Jaehun want to join me too! They said that we'll be the best in the world! That’s why I want to study up, I don’t want to miss anything the professionals say!”

“Well, the best way to learn acting is to watch it,” Johnny smiles, “I also need to study up to improve my acting too, I’ll study with you!”

Leo returns his father’s smile with one almost identical to Johnny’s own, excited to have his father’s support in this.

Luna looks at her big brother and her father, chewing the last bits of her cracker. She then huffs, she wants to be on the ground so she can work on her newfound ability of crawling and standing up on her own. She cooes and raises her arms, which catches Johnny’s attention. He then picks up his little one, placing her on his lap. She huffs again; this isn’t what she meant. She wants down, not up. Luna attempts to wiggle out of his grasp, frustrated that she can’t vocalize what she wants.

“Oh, you want down?” Johnny asks his youngest. Yes, appa. She wants down. He then helps her to the ground, keeping an eye on her to make sure this is what she really wanted.

Her fussing ceased as she crawled around on the padded floor, heading straight towards the tent to grab her favorite toy. Johnny and Leo both bring their attention back to the drama, letting Luna play on her own for a little bit.

Luna enjoys each and every single one of her toys, from her brother’s old trucks and dinosaurs to her very own plushies. She decides to occupy herself with her current favorite toy: her red soft chewing circle. Almost all of her teeth have grown in, but her insatiable hunger constantly needs her to at least chew on something. She grabbed the toy and crawled her way back in front of the TV, now gnawing on the red circle rather than her cracker. This will have to do for now.

She looks up at the people trapped behind the screen. She can’t really understand what they are saying and she doesn’t understand why they are not dancing in colorful costumes. As quickly as she gained interest in this drama, she lost it. Luna decides that now is as best time as ever to practice her newfound skills.

She drops her toy. It’s now or never. She leans forward until her palms hit the ground, she huffs again, putting all of her might in this motion.

She adjusts, planting her sock clad feet on the padded surface and takes a final mighty push up, taking her stand. It’s a little wobbly, but she did it, she’s up on two legs. She stands for a mere beat more, but then the strength of her legs can no longer hold her up as she falls on her diaper covered bum. She giggles, enjoying her small accomplishment.

No one notices Luna do her thing; Johnny and Leo focus the drama, Kaleb and Noah work on their project, you working hard to make sure the house doesn’t burn down. Luna doesn’t mind, she knows that everyone in this house already witnessed her do this before. It’s the next stage that she wants her family to acknowledge.

She’s happy, but not satisfied. She knows she can do more. Luna wants to take her skill a step further. She readies herself, preparing everything so she can successfully stand up.

Step one: standing. Complete.

She balances with determination; she can’t fall. It takes too much energy to fall and reset, she must keep pushing with elegance and poise.

She then moves her right foot, stomping in the motion she watches everyone in her life move with. Okay, that wasn’t so bad. She does it again, but she slips, her balance gone.

This fall was louder than the previous, catching the attention of her father.

“Oh no, Luna,” Johnny coos, “Are you okay?”

“Oh, don’t worry dad. Luna likes to stand up on her own and fall on her butt. It’s her new favorite game.” Leo informs his father, his eyes never leaving the screen. Johnny nods, then turns his attention back to the drama.

She’s fine. She’s okay. Sympathy is not what Luna needs right now. What she needs right now is a break, so she can gather up her strength and go again.

Okay. It’s go time. This is the one. Luna will take her first steps tonight.

She repeats the process and stands mighty and tall, this time easier than the other times. She stomps her right foot; easy peasy. She presses her weight on her right, balancing herself out.

“Hey, I’m gonna grab my water, I left it in your room,” Kaleb says, standing from his seat. Noah nods, too invested in coloring the water droplets for their water cycle project.

Kaleb begins walking towards Noah’s room, passing by the living room where Leo and Johnny watch their drama. The TV grabs his attention first, but a small, wobbly thing moves in his peripherals, causing him to look towards the foreign thing in his vision. He sees Luna on the ground, wobbling back and forth, but on two legs?

He looks at Johnny and Leo on the couch, trying to see if they notice this two but both of their attention is on the screen, captivated by the actor’s performance.

Is this Luna taking her first steps? Surely Noah would have told Kaleb about this milestone, but Kaleb can’t recall Noah even mentioning anything like this. He watches Luna again, seeing her lean too far to the left. He rushes over to her, catching her before she falls. He squats behind the toddler, his hands hovering on her sides just in case she loses her balance again.

“Uh… Uncle Johnny…” Kaleb starts, uncertain with this entire situation. Luna still marches on, or at least, tries to. “I think Luna is taking her first steps.”

Everyone’s attention is now on Kaleb and Luna, Kaleb steadying Luna again as she starts to lose balance, this time, to the right side. Her arms grab onto his hands as she steadies herself, determination fills her features. She is sure as heck not giving up, but she’s glad she has assistance now.

Johnny audibly gasps and rushes over to Luna and Kaleb, stepping a little further from Luna, expanding his arms.

“Babe! Come here! Luna’s walking!” He exclaims to you, excitement prevalent in his voice. “Come here Luna, walk towards appa!”

Luna giggles. Yes! Of course! This is the exact determination she needs! Her arms spread wide as she waddles towards the outstretched arms of her father.

As realization hits, you quickly turn off the stove and run towards the living room, Noah trailing behind you. Leo and Noah stand to the sides of Luna, both helping Kaleb steady her. You kneel beside Johnny, clapping and cheering on your daughter.

“You can do it, Luna! Go to appa!” you cheer. Luna giggles again, stumbling to the side. Leo catches her and helps her steady herself.

“Don’t worry, Luna! We’ll catch you if you fall! Keep going, you can make it to appa!” Leo says to his baby sister. She grunts in agreement. This has to be the one. She knows that she’ll get there eventually. But, Luna lives in the fast lane. What she’s doing right now is far too slow for her. And frankly, Luna knows that she will waste all her energy if she continues it at this pace. She knows there’s only one thing left that she can do.

With all of her remaining strength, she sets out to do what she sees her brothers do every single day. She suddenly moves her feet in a faster motion, using every last ounce of her strength to land in the comforting arms of her father. The boys are caught off guard, being left behind by the determined toddler. They quickly catch up to her, their hands ready, again, to catch her if she falls.

She clumsily runs (more like stumbles) towards her dad and right before she falls, her father reaches over and scoops her up, standing up and tossing her in the air.

“You did it Luna! You took your first steps!!” he cheers, tossing and catching her. You and the boys clap and cheer on the side, all so happy to witness this milestone.

Cheers are yelled from everyone in the house, everyone so proud of the youngest member in this household. Everyone is jumping with joy, all eyes on Luna. She giggles. Luna knows that soon, she’ll be running alongside her brothers, now able to keep up with them. Johnny brings her down and gives her head a million kisses. His heart is so full with happiness and joy.

Moments like these are what Johnny lives for, what makes him work harder with every new comeback and performance, because he knows that at the end, he’ll come home to this, his true happiness. This clumsy little joy that giggles oh so brightly in his arms makes everything that pains him worth it. Every late night, sore muscle, lost voice, everything.

His life may be loud and busy but he is sure as heck he wouldn’t trade it for anything. This clumsy joy that everyone in his life gives him is really what he pushes for.

He’s happy, he’s satisfied, and he can’t wait to see what comes next.

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johnny would really be one of the sweetest dads :,)

i wanted to take a little break with the descriptions and have a scenario out there!

now since i have more kids described and stuff, i will start to write more scenarios! the second i have a complete group, i’ll write a scenario with that completed generation :)

oh and i’ll also make a list with all of the kids with their bdays (i honestly just chose random dates lol) and which generation they belong in as well as a chart with who their best friends are!

last thing! requests are open! you can request anything and everything under the sun; it doesn’t have to be related to nct with their families (but i’m totally down to write more scenarios about this) and i’m don’t mind tagging people if you want to stay updated every time i add to this growing series!

i hope you guys liked it! let me know what you thought or if you wanna just come by and chat, i’d love to make new friends!

- amy <3

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wherespaulo · 3 years

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Hiking and Exploring in Puerto Rico

March 17 – April 14, 2021

I’d visited Puerto Rico many times between 2006 and 2014 but mainly on work related business -- this time it’d be four weeks of exploring and hiking. I’d get the best of both worlds by staying next to the beach and driving to the trail heads. My ties to Puerto Rico became much more than just a business destination over the years though since one of my work colleagues in New York City, Ruben, was from Puerto Rico and became one of my best mates -- so I got to know much of his Puerto Rican family.

Puerto Rico has such a varied and interesting mix of terrain, microclimates, and fauna for an island of only 3,500 square miles – about the same as Rhode Island – with little pockets of forest everywhere. I intended to hike in as many of those areas as I could.

HIKING

Bosque Estatal de Boqueron

A coastal path stroll of around 4 miles in the blazing sun with stunning views -- I combined the Lighthouse Trail, Playa Sucia and the peninsula around Piscina Natural, all part of Rojo Cabo in the south west corner of the island. Sparse vegetation and cacti were a testament to the dry microclimate in this area.

Monte Pirata MTB

This is a purpose built 8.3 mile convoluted trail for hiking and mountain biking through a small coastal forest in the west. A challenging mountain biking trail rather than an inspirational hiking trail, it was worth it though for the magical moment that I will always remember, when time seemed to stand still and thoughts of the past and future became irrelevant. The sound of an electric strimmer buzzed through the trees and perched about three feet above my head for a full five minutes. It was about ¾ the size of my little finger at about two inches long. Was it a dragonfly? No, it was a vervain hummingbird, the second smallest bird in the world after the bee hummingbird, and a rare visitor to the west coast of Puerto Rico from the Dominican Republic. Life can be full of magical moments like this if only you take the time to look. I cut the hike short after 2.5 miles when it started to pour, but it had all been worthwhile.

Bosque Estatal de Maricao – beautiful mountain rainforest but not as exuberant as El Yunque.

· Charco El Pilon trail - I lost the All-Trails electronic map on my iPhone as my signal disappeared, so I struggled to find the start of the San German trail. Instead, I met Saul (who told me his brother was also a Paul), a young Puerto Rican-American on vacation from Florida, and wandered along the river towards the El Pilon waterfall with him (2.5 miles out-and-back) where all his mates were splashing around and having a few beers. Although I’m generally well organized and can navigate the most difficult of terrain when I have a mind for it, I also enjoy meeting new people and getting slightly lost. So it was with some reluctance that a day later I would shell out the $30 annual subscription to All-Trails, allowing me to download maps and unfortunately making it almost impossible to get lost – feck!

· San German to Maricao - I did eventually find the start of the San German trail. More like a 4-wheel-drive stony track than a footpath, it did provide some badly needed brisk exercise to the top of a hill and back, overall 6.8 miles. And of course, the sound of another electric strimmer stopped me in my tracks and made my day – this time it was the larger and more common Puerto Rican emerald hummingbird in its brilliant iridescent green plumage.

Paseo Lineal – better described as a tarmacked 8.9 mile out-and-back bike path that runs in-between the beach and a quiet coastal road on the north west of the island from Isabela. Great for getting some exercise in with a long, fast walk, but not the most inspirational.

El Yunque National Rainforest

The El Yunque Rainforest, the only tropical rainforest in the US, was one of the main reasons for heading to Puerto Rico, and I wasn’t disappointed. A dense green jungle of majestic tabanuco trees, mahogany, teak and rosewood, surrounded by giant ferns, palms and bamboos, all cloaked in coats of vines, mosses, epiphytes and orchids. Like something out of a lost world, the incessant cacophony of the tree frogs echoed out of the ever-present fine mist.

Although it didn’t dampen my spirits, I did quickly discover there was a reason it was a rainforest – RAIN!

· Rio Sabana Trail – a 5.6 mile out-and-back trail starting in the south of the rainforest. Unfortunately I was forced to turn back at the halfway point as the river crossing was completely submerged under the deep, 40 feet wide and fast flowing Rio Sabana – the rivers can rise very quickly here after rain, becoming dangerous. I was not done yet so I wandered further along a one mile stretch of route 191 from where it had been blocked off from cars to the start of the Rio Sabana Trail. It pretty much disappeared under a thick, green carpet of growth, leaving only a narrow footpath through the dense forest – occasionally a tiny, incongruous patch of tarmac would show through the undergrowth, as though a partially forgotten memory of another world had risen to the surface in a moment of stillness or a dream.

· El Toro Trail – a 4.9 mile out-and-back trail starting in the west of the rainforest. This time I slid my way to the halfway point along the extremely wet and muddy trail before the requirements changed from just a pair of waders to a full scuba kit!

· El Yunque Trail - a 5.4 mile out-and-back trail starting in the north/center of the rainforest and requiring a reservation with the park authorities. This time I waited in the car for the rain to stop pouring – two hours later I decided it wouldn’t and left. As I drove out of the forest the sun came out and I looked back – I could see the El Yunque forest lost under its very own dark cloud while the rest of Puerto Rico bathed in bright sunshine. The Elkie Brooks version of Sunshine After The Rain came to mind, and how without dark clouds in our life we would have no light.

Bosque Estatal de Guanica

I headed to this unique subtropical dry forest on the south west coast to hike 9 miles as a combination of the Fuerte Trail and part of the Lluveras Trail. The scrub forest with its small trees offered little shade on a blazing hot day but a thoroughly enjoyable hike nonetheless. The only other people I met that day were a couple of forest rangers in a jeep – they stopped, looking concerned, and asked “you ok?” while offering water. I looked back at them, puzzled -- I guess they couldn’t understand why anyone in their right mind would want to wander around this shade-less forest in the blazing afternoon sun. When they heard my British accent I suppose everything made sense and they moved on.

ACCOMMODATION

Although I didn’t have any fixed accommodation plans initially, my itinerary did evolve as follows:

· Two nights at the Tryst Hotel in Condado, San Juan (north east PR) – great spot on the beach with a great restaurant, the Wicked Lily. Condado does seem to have got a tad too touristy in recent years though!

· Two nights at Ruben’s sisters-in-laws place in Boquerón (south west PR) – nice detached house with a pool and separate apartment where I stayed. I did get eaten by mosquitos though!

· Seven nights at the Tamboo Hotel near Rincon (west PR) – great beachfront hotel in the Sandy Beach area, just north of Rincon, with a top-notch restaurant. I loved it here so much I decided to come back for my final week.

· Two nights at the Yunque Mar Hotel just north of the El Yunque rainforest (north east PR) – nice, small beachfront hotel but a bit out-of-the-way. The positives though, other than the proximity to the rain forest, were the beautiful stretch of quiet beach heading east towards Liquillo, and the Liquillo kiosks – a 1km long row of traditional and inexpensive Puerto Rican restaurants and bars.

· Three nights at Ruben’s new apartment in Miramar, San Juan – an upcoming, tourist-free area with plenty of top quality restaurants.

· Five nights back at the Yunque Mar Hotel

· Seven nights back at the Tamboo Hotel.

Although I’ve always struggled to lay on a beach for more than 30 minutes (and that’s in the shade), I did discover the calming effect of strolling for miles along an empty beach to the sound of crashing waves -- thanks to the beautiful, empty stretches heading north from Tamboo and east from Yunque Mar to Liquillo. And since the beaches were so empty, I do confess to getting stark bollock naked on a couple of occasions – after all, everyone should have the chance to streak along the beach at least once in their adult life!

It had been both relaxing and an adventure over my four weeks in Puerto Rico but there were many reasons why I’d be back very soon -- the Sandy Beach area of the west coast was now on my list of potential places to buy a property (a base within the US and low taxes to boot), one of my best mates was moving back to San Juan very soon, and I needed to re-visit the trails of El Yunque in the dryer months of Dec-Feb as well as the trails through the middle of the island in the Bosque Estatals Toro Negro and Cante Tourist.

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hellofromthe-otter-slide · 4 years

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A Grain of Sand, a Universe of Oceans

Well, it’s bee a while since I’ve written for my Beast Island series, and let me tell ya, I know I promised an ending when I posted my newest chapter of Repercussions, but I couldn’t really get there and tell the story I wanted, ya know? So, I figured why not give some snapshots of Adora and Catra in the universe? I’ve got another chapter already planned and in need of finessing, but if there’s anything you want to see, let me know!

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Catra feels shifting from underneath her, and without thinking, she tightens her grip.

Adora laughs softly. “Catra,” she whispers into Catra’s hair, “We should probably get up.”

“If you get out of this bed, I’m breaking up with you,” Catra mumbles, burying her face against Adora’s neck.

“I didn’t know the consequences were so dire,” Adora jokes, her fingers coming up to run through Catra’s mane.

Catra just nods and lets herself sink into the comfort of the soft morning and her warm girlfriend giving her affection. She can’t stop the quiet purrs rumbling in her chest, and Adora’s fingers move from her mane down her back.

“You have duties you can’t ignore, you know,” Adora says, and Catra doesn’t acknowledge it.

She knows she has duties. She’s surprised Hakim hasn’t burst through her door with her daily schedule and interrupted their first few peacefully minutes of the day.

She knows that there are trade agreements to look over, merchants and vendors to visit, and advisors to try and shake off throughout the day for just a few minutes so that she can have time to herself.

Catra wonders if she can abdicate right now, even if she isn’t queen yet.

Maybe she can convince C’yra to choose a less annoying advisor.

Catra finally opens her eyes to see that the late morning sun has cast a warm orange glow throughout the room. Adora’s hair, finally free of its ponytail and cut to shoulder length, catches it just so, and blonde hair shines even brighter than She-Ra’s ever could.

She pushes herself up to her elbows and sighs. “How did I become the one with all the responsibilities?”

Adora smiles, “I guess She-Ra isn’t important now that there’s no war to fight.”

Catra scoffs, “It’s been, what? Four years since the Second Battle of Bright Moon, and people still invite you to celebrations.”

“Someone’s just jealous that the last one made a She-Ra cake.”

“Other people fought in that battle.”

“Just admit it, Catra.”

“I’m not jealous of your dumb cake.”

Adora’s smile becomes a mischievous smirk, and Catra reacts before Adora gets a chance to gain the upper hand.

It helps that Catra’s already on top. It means that Adora has to put more strength into her efforts to flip them, and while Catra knows she has the strength to do it, she acts fast enough to stop it.

Adora’s pinned, and it’s Catra turn to smirk. “You thought you were going to be able to win that?” She leans in close, so close that their lips brush where she breathes out, “Pathetic.”

“Have you gotten faster?” Adora asks breathily, and Catra knows it’s not from her small, unsuccessful attempt to flip them, “I think you’ve gotten faster.”

“Not since yesterday.” Catra teases.

Adora tries pushing up to kiss her, but just as quick as she ruined Adora’s attempt to flip them, Catra pushes up and away.

“Well, you did say I have things to attend to,” Catra says idly, sitting up and disentangling herself from Adora, “Being the Magicat princess is truly such an important job, and what kind of monarch would I be if I just lazed around with the great She-Ra in bed all day?”

She goes to get out of bed, and Adora does exactly what she wants.

Adora grabs Catra’s wrist and pulls her just enough to bring her back down to the bed before finally getting exactly what she wanted just a few minutes ago.

Catra grins, “Now who doesn’t want to get out of bed?”

Adora brushes a few stray strands of hair from Catra’s face. “You play dirty.”

“I’ve never liked playing by the rules,” Catra jokes, her hands coming up to rest against Adora’s hips.

“Still so evil,” Adora says through a smile, her eyes sparkling.

“I’m reformed.” Catra pulls Adora down to her, all of the banter getting in the way of what she would rather do.

Adora resists, “Someone’s really anxious after all that teasing before.”

“Why do I date you?”

“You ask that a lot for someone’s who’s been dating me for five years.”

“You’re infuriating,” Catra starts listing, “Way too buff,” Adora hums as if in understanding of Catra’s false negatives, “You steal the blankets,” Adora barks out a laugh, “And annoyingly nice and thoughtful.”

Catra stays away from the words she knows grate at Adora, words tainted by a past that left a mark on them like scars.

Adora’s smile is cocky, and it reminds Catra of those moments in the Horde when Adora knew she was winning, and it doesn’t hurt like it used to. Catra doesn’t think about the sting of perpetually being second best or all the cutting words she received for losing.

All she remembers are the times when it was just them, and Adora gaining the upper hand was just another fun moment of their spar away from Shadow Weaver’s judgement or the bullies within the squad.

“Would you like to keep listing all of my good qualities?” Adora asks, finally leaning in like Catra wanted a few minutes before.

“Oh right,” Catra rolls her eyes, “I forgot to say an ego the size of Etheria.”

“That’s usually the first thing you list.”

Catra’s grip on Adora’s hips tighten as Adora starts peppering small kisses along Catra’s jaw.

“I wanted it last for the emphasis,” Catra breathes out.

She feels Adora’s smile against her throat, and just as her hands slip up into Adora’s hair, there’s a knock at her bedroom door.

Catra groans, and Adora sinks into her with a sigh.

“I swear, I’m going to murder him,” Catra says softly so that Hakim can’t hear her from the other side of the door, “I’m going to bury him so deeply in the Kingdom of Snows that no one will find him for a thousand years.”

There’s another knock as Adora chuckles and mockingly says, “Reformed,” right by Catra’s ear.

“What?” Catra says, loud enough that she knows Hakim can hear her on the other side.

“Are you awake, Princess?” Hakim asks, his voice muddled through the door, and Catra rolls her eyes.

“Obviously,” Adora and Catra say at the same time, but only Catra’s voice is loud enough to be heard.

“You’re needed in the Throne Room at the next possible convenience,” Hakim informs her.

“By whose insistence?”

“The queen.”

“They’re going to find C’yra’s body right beside his,” Catra whispers just to Adora, and as Adora tries muffling her laughter, she says, “Tell Queen C’yra that I will be there in 30 minutes.”

“Yes, Princess.”

Catra doesn’t hear footsteps.

“Go, Hakim.”

“Yes, Princess.”

She finally hears footsteps retreat down the hall, and Adora picks herself up off of Catra. “C’yra has a funny way of picking on you.”

Catra spreads out on the bed as Adora gets up and starts looking for something to wear. “She knows Hakim is driving me nuts,” Catra complains, “Although using Hakim to annoy me is borderline diabolical.”

“Oh yeah,” Adora says sarcastically, “Someone call the Princess Alliance. We have a new evil force to defeat.”

“You’re not taking my suffering seriously.”

“You’re right,” Adora comes and sits on the edge of the bed, “Would you like me to call a meeting to discuss this blatant breaking of the Treaties?”

Catra’s tail comes up to wrap around Adora’s wrist absentmindedly, and she plays with Adora’s fingers just for some contact. “Just because you said that, now I’m going to call a meeting, and everyone is going to show up and I’m going to blame it on you.”

Adora leans forward and kisses Catra lightly. “You don’t have enough time in your busy schedule to make it over to Bright Moon.”

She goes to move away, but Catra doesn’t let her. That small kiss isn’t how she wanted to start her morning. She wants more, and it’s obvious Adora is on the same page, because she doesn’t resist. She sinks into Catra, and they kiss long and slow.

It’s Adora who pulls away first, though. “Responsibilities, Catra.”

“I wasn’t even this busy as Hordak’s second-in-command,” she complains, pulling herself out of bed to finally get ready.

Adora gets dressed before Catra, and she sits on the bed and watches Catra try and decide how formal she has to dress for the day.

“Hey, Catra?” Adora asks, breaking the quiet.

“Yeah?”

“Do the Magicats have a binding ceremony?”

“Of course, we do,” Catra answers idly, finally deciding on a cloak and wrapping it around her shoulders, “C’yra made me learn about it a few years ago. According to her, I could be asked to perform the ceremony.”

“Have you ever thought about it?” Adora sounds a little hesitant, “For us, I mean.”

Catra turns, and Adora’s still sitting on the bed, her smile soft and sweet and shy.

“Have you?”

“Not extensively,” Adora answers honestly, “After all of those years in the Horde, it didn’t even cross my mind that we would need to bind ourselves to each other so formally.”

Catra lets out a relieved laugh, “I thought we were just fine as we are now.”

“Me too!” Adora says, “We live together, and you’re it for me. I just didn’t realize everyone outside of the Horde expects something so formal around this point in our relationship.”

“What brought this up?” Catra asks out of curiosity.

“Glimmer,” Adora answers with a fond roll of her eyes, “She brought up marriage and then asked me whether the Magicat marriage ceremony was different than Bright Moon’s.”

“It is,” Catra says, then adds, “You can also inform her that the state of our relationship is none of her business.”

“With that level of seriousness?”

“Add a glare for good measure.”

“Yes, Princess Catra.”

Catra glares at Adora before looking past her to the clock on her bedside table.

“Shit,” Catra rushes over and gives Adora one last kiss, “If I don’t get to the Throne Room in the next five minutes, Hakim might just break down our door.”

“Better run then.”

Catra playfully hits Adora’s shoulder before turning to leave, and just as she gets to the door, she turns. “Adora?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re it for me too.”

Adora smiles, “I know.”

“See you tonight?”

“See you tonight.”

~*~

Frosta and her advisor finally leave after a trade meeting that went over time by twenty minutes, and Catra’s head hits the table with a loud groan.

“Okay,” C’yra says, closing a folder of revised trade agreements, “You’ve been distracted all day. What is going on?”

“I’m not distracted,” Catra mumbles against the table.

C’yra laughs. “Come on, kitten,” she says, “I watched you and Cassandra spar. You almost let her pin you.”

Catra turns her face out. “I can’t be a perfect warrior every day.”

“Frosta asked you a direct question and she had to repeat herself twice.”

“I rarely listen to what Frosta says.”

“Catra—”

“I’m not distracted! It’s just,” Catra closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, “Adora brought up the binding ceremony this morning.”

“Did she propose?”

“No,” Catra pulls her head off the table, “She just asked me if I’ve ever thought about it.”

C’yra leans back in her chair and asks, “Have you?”

“We both haven’t.”

Catra sees the look of confusion on C’yra’s face.

“The Horde didn’t have any sort of binding or marriage ceremony,” Catra explains, “While relationships weren’t forbidden, it just wasn’t seen as a necessity. Binding didn’t have any benefits for either party, so it wasn’t done.”

“It’s been years since the two of you were there.”

“It’s not like the other stuff,” Catra says, avoiding any discussion of the other habits and thoughts that stuck from the Horde, “It’s just hard for us to see why a formal ceremony is necessary when we’re happy as we are, but apparently this is a normal next step for people who have been dating a significant amount of time and didn’t grow up in the Horde.”

C’yra’s confusion softens into a smile. “Felix and I waited to do our binding ceremony.”

“Why?”

“For one, it’s a bit different marrying into the royal family,” C’yra says, “I didn’t want Felix’s life to change because he gained a role he wasn’t expecting in his life.”

“Right, yes, his role as king must be so difficult for him,” Catra replies in a dry tone, “How long has he spent in the library so far today?”

C’yra laughs, “I believe he’s on hour four.”

“So terrible.”

“It wasn’t Felix who was worried,” C’yra clarifies, “He was more than ready to assume his role. I was the one who didn’t want to thrust being king on him someday.”

“How come?”

“I didn’t want him to resent me,” C’yra looks down at the folder and picks at one of the edges, “I was worried that one day he would realize this wasn’t the role he wanted and I would be to blame.”

“Which never happened.”

C’yra nods. “My point was that you two don’t have to do it just because it’s expected of you.”

“What about my role as princess?” Catra asks, “Don’t I have to have a formal partner eventually?”

“No, kitten,” C’yra leans forward runs a few fingers through Catra’s hair, avoiding the tufts right in front of her ear, “As I understand it, marriage is a bigger deal in Bright Moon than binding is here. You and Adora could go your entire lives without ever being bound and nobody in Half Moon would question it.”

“What about the fact that Adora isn’t a Magicat?”

“Hakim brought that up?”

Catra nods, “He mentioned the law after seeing Adora and me together.”

“You’ve been sitting on that for a while then.”

Catra shrugs.

“You want to know the best part about being queen?”

Catra smirks, “The power you lord over everyone?”

C’yra shoves her gently. “It’s the ability to overturn laws written generations ago by rulers who never stepped foot outside of Half Moon.”

“It can’t be that easy,” Catra says in disbelief.

“I’ll put it before the council tomorrow,” C’yra decides, “I’m more than confident we’ll get a majority vote.”

“I’m so happy your hunger for power works in my favor this time.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll send Hakim to grab you even earlier tomorrow.”

Catra glares at C’yra, but it does nothing to wipe away C’yra’s smirk. “I’ll get you back for that.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I’ll get Dad to help,” Catra says, “And Pisica and Felicity, and I’ll strike when you least expect it.”

“Okay, Catra,” C’yra starts nudging Catra away, “Get out of here before Hakim can rope you into something else.”

“Watch your back.”

“Tell Adora hi for me.”

~*~

Ramiro smiles at Catra as she enters the library, and she gives him a quick wave before making her way to the back corner where she knows she’ll find Felix hunched over a pile of books.

Sure enough, she finds him in his usual spot idly eating from a bowl of fruit and furiously marking down notes. He barely even acknowledges Catra as she sits besides pushing a book her way.

Felix makes one last note before closing his notebook around his pencil. “Using the library to escape your royal responsibilities?”

“I come bearing gifts, actually,” Catra sets the heavy book down on the table, “Adora found it. Apparently, it was found in the Bright Moon libraries, and everyone agreed it should be brought back here.”

“Is that—?” Felix picks up the book like it fragile and inspects the spine, “It can’t be.”

Catra smiles, “It’s Vivek’s histories of Bright Moon and Half Moon as sister cities.”

“This has been lost for a very long time.”

“All it took was Adora getting bored between meetings.”

Felix sets the book down and pulls Catra into a hug. It still feels slightly awkward, but it’s something she’s adjusted to over the years.

Felix likes hugging, just like Scorpia. The least Catra can do is try to return the sentiment.

“Why isn’t Adora here so I can hug her?”

“She went back to Bright Moon after lunch.”

“I’ll see her at dinner though, correct?”

Catra laughs, “I’ll be sure to warn her.”

“What’s her favorite dessert?” Felix asks excitedly, “I’ll make it for her.”

“It’s just a book.”

Felix grabs Catra’s shoulders, and she freezes for just a moment before relaxing.

“This book has been lost for decades, Catra,” Felix says, her eyes and tone almost comically grave, “Adora is a hero.”

Catra snorts, “That’s overdramatic.”

“Think of what we could learn!” Felix grabs the book again and opens it to the front page, “Think about how the relationship between Half Moon and Bright Moon could benefit from this.”

“The relationship between the two cities has been stable and amicable since the Magicats returned.”

“That’s not the point.”

Catra laughs, “She really likes fruity stuff. The last time Bright Moon made fruit tarts for some celebration, I didn’t hear the end of it.”

“Fruity,” Felix says while thumbing through the pages carefully, “I can work with that.”

Catra settles into the quiet sounds of the library, and Felix points to the book he shoved over to her when she arrived. “If you would like to avoid advisors and councils, I think that book would really interest you.”

“What’s it about?” Catra asks, flipping the cover over and reading the author’s acknowledgements.

Catra watches Felix lips quirk up in a barely contained smile. “Binding ceremonies.”

Catra slams the cover shut, “I’ll be adding patricide to my intended matricide.”

Felix starts laughing despite Catra’s empty threat before handing Catra something different.

When Catra refuses to take it, he says, “This is a book on the first generation of Magicats. You were asking about them the other day.”

Catra takes the book and opens to the first chapter discussing the Magicats’ nomadic roots, “You think you’re very funny.”

“I just think C’yra gets all of the fun in picking on you.”

“So you took your chance.”

“I thought it was hilarious.”

Catra rolls her eyes, “I’m sure you did.”

They settle into reading, and Catra is just to the part that describes why a nomadic people finally decided to put down roots when Felix says her name to get her attention.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I share C’yra’s view,” he says with a soft smile Catra’s come to expect from him in these quieter moments, “Just because you’re the princess doesn’t mean you have to bind yourself to someone, and she doesn’t have to be a Magicat.”

“I figured you would tell me if you had a problem with Adora sometime in the last five years.”

“You know how much we adore her.”

Catra smiles, “I do.”

“I just didn’t want that to go unspoken,” Felix says, “I didn’t want you to think I didn’t support you or your relationship because of outdated expectations or laws.”

“I would never think that of you, Dad.”

And Felix can’t help but smile again, and Catra smiles too.

“Well, good,” Felix says, opening Vivek’s histories again.

Catra breathes out a soft laugh before returning to her own reading.

~*~

Catra wakes up to bright light filtering in through the windows and open balcony doors, and she immediately closes them tight. She cuddles into whatever she’s holding onto, and she realizes it’s a pillow and not her girlfriend.

Adora had to get up early for a meeting of the Queen’s Guard. Catra vaguely remembers Adora giving her a light kiss before leaving the room.

The door opens, and Catra hears Adora’s soft laughter form the doorway.

“You look displeased,” Adora says with a light laugh.

“I hate sleeping here.”

Catra feels the bed dip just so, and then Adora is running her hands over Catra’s back, her nails gently scratching up and down Catra’s spine.

Catra’s purrs are almost instant at the affection.

“You did live here for months when you joined the Alliance.”

Catra opens her eyes just a bit and squints up at Adora. “I didn’t know then that I had a wonderfully dark room waiting for me in Half Moon.”

Adora rolls her eyes, “I still don’t understand how you sleep so well on this bed.”

“I am no longer in the Horde, Adora. I’m not going to sleep on a cot.”

“It’s too—” Catra watches Adora push her hand into the bed, “—squishy.”

“So, ask her Royal Pain in My Ass for something in between.”

“We only sleep here a few nights a month,” Adora says, ignoring Catra’s nickname for Glimmer, “It doesn’t seem worth it.”

“Hey,” Catra grabs Adora’s hand and interlocks their fingers, “If you’re not comfortable, we can go back to the cot.”

Adora brings Catra’s hand up to her lips and kisses along Catra’s knuckles. “I’m more comfortable in this bed than you are on the cot.”

“Are you sure?” Catra pulls Adora’s hand gently to try and get her to join Catra on the bed. The warm morning with the sun seeping into her fur and with significantly less to do than at home has Catra wanting to spend all day together in bed.

“I’m sure,” Adora lets Catra pull her down, kicking her boots off before hugging Catra to her chest, “As long as I have you, I sleep just fine.”

Catra slips her hands under Adora’s shirt and presses a soft kiss to Adora’s throat.

“How was your meeting?”

“Boring,” Adora presses a kiss to Catra’s forehead and starts running her fingers through Catra’s hair, “It seems like every meeting is boring nowadays.”

“So, you, Bow, and Glimmer spent the entire time passing notes and not listening.”

Adora laughs softly, “Angella caught us too.”

“Seriously?” Catra moves away enough to look up at Adora, and Adora is smiling.

“We got lectured,” she says with a smile, “We haven’t gotten lectured since the war.”

Catra smirks, “Who started passing the notes?”

She expects it to be Glimmer, but Adora’s cheeks go slightly rosy, and Catra laughs.

“It started with my doodles!” Adora tries to defend herself, “And then Bow was adding things on, and Glimmer noticed and started to do the same, and before we knew it, we had notes and doodles and were being reprimanded in front of every important official in Bright Moon.”

“How embarrassing,” Catra says through squeaky giggles, “I wish I could’ve been there.”

“If you really want, I’ll do the same thing at our Princess Alliance meeting tomorrow morning.”

“It’s not funny if it’s planned.”

Adora glares at her, “That does not mean you’re going to do anything to get us in trouble.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Catra lies, already thinking through a few ways to distract Adora, “I’m completely innocent.”

“I’m not getting lectured two days in a row.”

Catra snorts, “We’re adults, Adora.”

“You’re not going to do anything, Catra.”

“I’m not going to do anything,” Catra fights a smile, “I definitely will not do anything at all that will result in a lecture from Angella.”

Adora sighs and resigns herself to whatever she knows Catra is planning. She loves the little mischievous sparkle she can see in Catra’s mismatched eyes, though. It reminds her of playing pranks in the Fright Zone, Catra coming up with all of their plans and Adora helping her to enact them to torture their squad.

She remembers one prank that left Lonnie covered in green goo, and Catra laughed so hard her laughter turned squeaky in the way Adora loves.

“I love you, Catra,” Adora runs her thumb over Catra’s bottom lip.

It’s not something they say a lot. It’s something they didn’t necessarily know the right words for for a very long time, and they prefer showing rather than telling, but Adora can’t help herself.

Catra looks so cute and warm snuggled against her, and she’s so happy in this moment that the words spill out.

“I love you too, Adora,” Catra responds easily before leaning forward for a soft kiss. Her nails run gently over Adora’s back, and Adora’s fingers card through Catra long, tangled hair, and they take their time. The kiss is slow and sweet, because there’s no reason to rush.

For once, there’s no impending doom. There’s no great armies to defeat or an entire planet to heal and rebuild.

There’s just the two of them, soft and warm against each other, and Catra thinks about missing the Princess Alliance meeting, thinks about holing up in here with Adora for days just kissing and being together.

Adora kisses her one last time before pulling back, a smirk on her lips.

“Glimmer’s going to bring up marriage when she sees you,” Adora says, biting her lip to stop a grin, “Apparently she feels like she needs to get this from all angles.”

Catra groans, her forehead thumping onto Adora’s sternum. “Why is she still on that?”

“It’s Bright Moon tradition,” Adora says, rolling into her back.

Adora smiles as Catra moves so that she’s lying completely on top of Adora, nuzzling into Adora’s neck and running her nails up and down Adora’s sides.

“To pester your friends?” Catra asks, rolling her eyes.

“To get married,” Adora answers, even though she knows Catra’s question was rhetorical.

“Neither of us are from Bright Moon,” Catra complains, her voice muffled against Adora's throat “Shouldn’t that stop her from bringing it up?”

“Well, technically, I kind of am,” Adora’s hand slips under Catra’s shirt to rest at the small of her back, “It’s not like She-Ra has her own kingdom.”

“You’re not even from this planet,” Catra huffs out, “I think that means that we can do whatever we want, and Princess Sparkles is going to have to deal with it whether she likes it or not.”

“Well, maybe Glimmer will listen to you.”

Catra hums a response, far more comfortable than she was when she woke up, but even as she starts to drift off, a small insecurity nags at her, poking and prodding, and there’s this small whisper, a quiet voice that says, Adora deserves better than someone that won’t even bind themselves to her, that cuts through the warmth and comfort.

She knows that they talked about it, but maybe one quick conversation while they got ready in the morning wasn’t enough. Maybe Adora’s opinion has changed since then. Maybe—

“Catra?”

Adora’s voice cuts off the intrusive thoughts, one hand coming up to bury itself in Catra’s long mane.

Some of the tension leaves her body, and it takes Catra a moment to realize her hands are fisted into Adora’s shirt, her nails close to ripping through the fabric.

“Hey,” Adora’s voice is so soft and gentle, “What is it?”

“Are you sure?” Catra asks without moving her face from the crook of Adora’s neck.

“Am I sure about what?”

Catra sighs. “That you don’t want to get married.”

Adora’s hand moves from her hair to her cheek, and Catra doesn’t resist when Adora gently moves her so that Catra is looking down into bright blue eyes and hair illuminated by the late morning glow.

Adora’s thumb runs across Catra’s cheek, and Catra leans into the contact. “I know it was a quick conversation, but I meant what I said,” Adora whispers, her lips pulling up into a small smile, “I’m happy where we are now. I love you. I don’t need anything formal like a Bright Moon wedding or a Magicats bonding ceremony to make that official.”

“I just thought—” Catra trails off, looking away, because now that Adora has assured her, she feels like she overreacted.

“Are you happy, Catra?”

Catra’s eyes widen, her ears twitching just so, and she looks down at Adora again.

Her Adora, who never gave up on her, even when she gave up on herself.

Her Adora, that fought for her and came to Beast Island without a second thought.

Just, her Adora.

“Of course I’m happy,” Catra says honestly, bringing her forehead down to Adora’s.

“And I am too,” Adora says softly, “If we’re already happy, why don’t we stay where we are?”

Catra smiles, “I’d like that.”

“It’s settled then,” Catra opens her eyes to see Adora smiling, open and bright and so her, “And I can tell Glimmer to back off on the marriage talk.”

“I would also really like that,” Catra says, sinking back down into Adora and getting comfortable.

“I’ll ask for Bow’s help.” Adora’s hands slip back under Catra’s shirt and run over her back.

Catra hums and smiles against Adora’s throat.

Adora talks about this and that, small stories of her and Bow and Glimmer, little moments that Catra misses while Catra’s busy in Half Moon, and she listens to every word, giving a small acknowledgement every now and then to let Adora know that she’s still awake, still listening, still interested.

At one point, Catra drifts off without realizing it, and she wakes up to Adora pressing kisses against her cheeks and nose and lips, softly waking her up so that they can get something to eat, and even when Catra bats her away with a groan, she opens her eyes to Adora smiling at her like she’s the only thing in the universe.

It’s a smile Catra loves and has loved since they were kids whispering in the middle of the night in the barracks, pausing at every small noise and rushing under the covers when the patrols came through to make sure everyone was asleep.

It’s the smile Catra loved even when she hated Adora, fighting against her on opposite sides of a war they ended together.

It’s the smile Catra sees every morning when she wakes up to soft kisses and Adora’s arm pulling Catra even closer to her.

Catra smiles back, warm and happy and content, because she wasn’t lying when Adora asked her if she’s happy.

Every morning she wakes up to Adora, every moment they share together, every spar with quips thrown and every meal they share with Catra’s parents or lunches spent with the Best Friend Squad makes her happier than she ever believed she could be.

Catra wishes she could go back in time and talk to that scared little girl bundled up in Horde-issued blankets crying on the bottom bunk. She wishes she could give her one more promise, a promise that she will make it through. She’ll grow to be stronger and kinder, and she’ll finally learn that love is not always conditional. She’ll find people who love and understand her, and even though she pushes them away at first, they’ll fight for her because they’ll think she’s worth fighting for.

And she wishes that she could tell that girl who loved Adora with all of the feelings she never understood that one day, Adora would love her back. They’ll kiss in the woods of Beast Island and it’ll be like puzzles pieces finally fitting together to make something beautiful and unique and theirs.

You'll be happy, Catra wishes she could tell her younger self, You'll finally be happy.

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