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#and nene who was like “why is everyone being so weird about sex and romance im the only normal person here”
theguardianace · 6 months
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i have this whole aroace wxs fic saga like completely planned out with various themes and experiences of being aroace and the different ways each of them would view their own identity but also i cannot for the life of me figure out the plot of any of the stories.
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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years
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Return To Me
Ch. 7: Secrets Out Vampire, Quirkless, Victorian / Medieval Era AU
Based off of THIS AU by @vines-of-an-ivy / @aizawasbedtimestories
Genre: Angst / Romance
Rating: Explicit | Violence / Blood / Mentions of suicide and self harm / Depression / Mental Illness / Sex and intimacy
Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)
Side Pairings: Seijirou Eguchi (OC) x Dokuji Kobayashi (OC), Eijirou Kirishima x Nene Date (OC)
Bakugou did indeed return the next night, and the night after that. Two months went on with him not missing a single night, no matter if it was raining, snowing or whatever else the weather decided to throw at them. He would come and sit with her, reminiscing about their childhood and the days before misery. Although he had been trying to find out from his clan members, there still was no information given to him on how he could change her, nor could Koge find out anything from sources she had. That being Nene, who had a bit of a fascination for myths and the supernatural. 
“The last I was able to get out of her was that your… essence has to get into me. Whatever that means.” Koge was currently sewing up a hole that he had ripped on his pants during a feeding, allowing him to pace the room. Arms crossed, his crimson glare was locked on the wooden floorboards, which creaked softly with his weight. 
“My essence. Like, my blood? That doesn’t make sense, because when I bite someone, my saliva gets into their wounds, but it doesn’t change them.” 
“Maybe you just don’t give it long enough to take effect before you suck out all their blood and kill them.” How casually Koge spoke about all this was still shocking to Bakugou, as he had always dreaded how long it would take her to adjust to him and his new lifestyle. Koge, however, didn’t skip a beat in her adjustments. If it was the norm to him, then it was for her as well, and she wasn’t going to question anything he said or did. 
“You don’t understand, Utsuro. The instant I taste the blood, I can’t stop until I’m full. And that’s usually not until the person is literally drained. I couldn’t wait to give them a chance if I wanted to.” He came to stop next to her vanity, picking up a book that rested there. 
Koge nodded, finishing up her patchwork before moving on to the next hole. “That’s why they only let the older members of the clan change people, I suppose. They can control themselves. Let’s just ask Seijirou to do it--” 
“Fuck that!” Bakugou snapped, dropping the book a bit louder than what was necessary. “If anyone is going to change you, it has to be me. Besides, he wouldn’t do it. Our Lady Midnight has him wrapped around her little finger. She wouldn’t even let him change his lovers over the past few centuries, and from his ranting, there have been a couple that he truly didn’t want to leave. But now he has his little feral brat.” 
“I like Dokuji. He’s not that bad. He actually reminds me a lot of you.” 
“You’ll regret that when I’m finally able to make love to you, Utsuro.” 
Koge giggled at the threat, though the subject still was a sore spot for both of them. They still hadn’t been able to get past kissing and cuddling, and she had to wear a piece of his clothing for him to not be overwhelmed with her scent. Retaining abstinence was harder than Koge would have ever imagined, especially since they weren’t strangers to each other’s bodies. She adored every inch of him, from his fluffy spiked blonde hair to his toes, and it had only grown stronger since he returned to her. It wasn’t just the fact that he had been gone for over a year, but also what he had become. He gave off an attractive aura and scent that she could barely resist, and just a simple glance from him could make her blood boil with desire. 
“Eventually, love. Though you make it hard to not want to try. Especially walking around like you are right now, in that long shirt and no pants-- ah, ow!” Koge let out a hiss as she pricked her finger with her needle, yanking her hand away to bring her finger to her lips. Bakugou scoffed, glowering at her over his shoulder. 
“That’s what you get for gawking at me. All you can see is my legs anyway, that’s not something new.” He turned his glare to look down at himself, the long white tunic stopping at his mid thigh. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the buttons around the collar loose, practically leaving him nude. “Though I guess it’s not just that… I’ve been changed to attract humans in a sexual way. That includes you.” 
Once she was sure she wasn’t bleeding, Koge went back to sewing, a sigh escaping her lips. “Let’s try to avoid the topic, I guess. I almost have this last hole closed up and you can put your pants back on. I--” 
“Sh!” Bakugou suddenly hushed her, holding out a hand in the same moment. His eyes were locked on the door to the bedroom, and if he were a cat, Koge could just imagine how his hair would be standing on end. Still, she kept silent as he demanded, though the silence was broken by another voice and a soft knock to the door. 
“Koge? Are you alright?” Nene’s worried voice instantly made Koge’s stomach lurch, her heart racing at the thought that Nene had heard them talking. Why she was up in the middle of the night was something that Koge couldn’t fathom, but it immediately made her want to jump out of the window with her lover and hide forever. 
With a glare from Bakugou that told her to speak, Koge glanced around frantically, trying to figure out how to hide not only his pants, but his coat and vest that were beside her as well. “Y-yes Nene, I’m fine! I’m just unable to sleep is all.” 
As if he could predict Nene’s actions, Bakugou was quick to get onto the other side of the door, hiding behind it as it opened. Nene peeked in curiously, holding a brass candle holder with a nearly fully melted candle flickering in the darkness to illuminate her form. She seemed concerned as she laid eyes on Koge’s current situation, sitting on the bed with clothes scattered around her. “Koge, are you fixing his clothes again…?” 
Swallowing the lump in her throat as she did everything in her power to not glance at Bakugou, Koge merely nodded, clutching onto the pants tightly. “Yes, I couldn’t sleep, and this is… often my way to get sleepy. To just fix his clothes. Yes.” 
Everyone who was familiar with Koge knew that she was an awful liar, especially when it came to people whom she was close with. She had a tendency to be honest and quite blunt, so any time she tried to hide something, she would rather just leave to avoid confrontation. Even though she wasn’t looking at him, she could feel her lovers glare, threatening to blow up if Koge wasn’t able to get Nene to go away. She was already failing. 
“But that’s so many, and… those aren’t familiar to me. Are you sure you’re okay?” Without Koge’s permission, Nene walked into the room, allowing the door to shut softly behind her. Koge could see Bakugou tense and even reach up to cover his mouth and nose at the redheads presence, bringing nervous bubbles to Koge’s stomach. 
“Nene, really, I’m okay. I’d really rather be alone right now.” 
“Is it mean of me to say that I don’t believe you? You have such a guilty face right now. And I… thought I heard voices.” As Nene began to glance around the room curiously, there was nothing Koge could do to stop the sudden rush of events that nearly made her faint from panic. A simple glance to the left had Bakugou in Nene’s peripheral vision, instantly making Nene gasp and stumble away from him. Within seconds, she was shoved up against the door with Bakugou’s hand over her mouth, the candle holder in her hand falling to the ground with a loud clank. As it rolled across the floor, the candle extinguished from the impact, all three in the room were still and silent, except for Nene’s rapid and horrified breathing. 
“You forgot to lock the door, Utsuro.” Bakugou glared at Koge over his shoulder, not giving Nene a second to wiggle out of his grip. With a small shake of her head, Koge stood, nervously fixing her shift. “I-I thought I had locked it earlier in the night. No one is usually up this late. Katsuki, let her go, it’s okay-” 
“It’s not okay! No one can see me, don’t you understand that?!” The way he hissed at Koge made her cower down into herself a bit, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. With a heavy sigh, Bakugou turned his glare back to Nene, who’s grey eyes were scanning his face with confused horror. “You’re so fucking irritating, Nene. Why are you even up this late?” 
When such a question was presented to her, Nene’s face instantly flushed, embarrassment overshadowing her confusion. It was then that Bakugou could smell a familiar scent on her, lingering in her hair and on her flesh that had initially been hidden by her perfume. With a scoff, Bakugou glared at the door. “Kirishima. You were sneaking around with him.” 
Nene’s face only flushed darker, giving a frustrated groan that was muffled by his hand over her mouth as she tried to wiggle to escape. With a sigh, Koge made her way over to them, putting her hand on Bakugou’s arm to try and calm him. “Katsuki, please. She won’t tell anyone. She’s kept all my secrets and all my struggles hidden from everyone already. Just let her go.” 
Glare softening as Bakugou observed Koge’s worried expression, he released Nene with a click of his tongue, taking a step back as their friend slumped to the floor. Hiccuping and sobbing now that she was free, Nene pressed herself tighter to the wall, looking up at the couple with a thousand questions visible in her eyes. “K-k-koge, please, what is going on? Why is he here? He’s dead!” 
“Shh, Nene, please.” Koge knelt down beside her friend, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Be quiet, someone will hear you.” 
“I-is this why you’ve been asking me all these weird questions?” Nene wiped the tears from her flushed face, struggling to speak behind her hiccups. “About vampires? Is that what is going on? How did he smell Kiri on me? How is he alive? Are you going to kill me now that I know?” 
“I will if you don’t shut your fucking mouth.” Bakugou growled in frustrated annoyance, walking away and towards the bed to fetch his clothes. 
Koge glowered after her lover, hugging Nene as she leaned against her. “Katsuki, stop it. That’s unnecessary. It’s okay for her to know--” 
“No, Utsuro, it’s not okay for anyone to know! One fucking person can lead to another, and another, until Lady Midnight knows that I’ve been sneaking around with you. She’ll send me away or kill you, don’t you get it?!” 
“P-please don’t fight,” Nene interrupted them before Koge could retort, finally calming down enough to speak properly. “Katsu, you don’t have to worry about me. I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I’m… not even allowed to speak really anyway outside of formalities. You know that…” Finding her strength, Nene stood along with Koge, fixing her bodice that had been disturbed by the tussle. “You didn’t have to beat me up like that, though…” 
With a roll of his eyes, Bakugou began to pull on his pants after removing Koge’s needle from them. “You would have screamed if I didn’t. My parents running in here would be a fucking disaster…” 
“I-I’m sorry,” Nene clutched onto the front of her dress. “I was just worried about Koge, you know… I’ve been the only one to look after her this whole time. When I heard her talking, I thought perhaps she was… Uhm…” 
“That I was having an episode or something.” Koge finished for her, making her way back towards the bed. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Nene, please sit, we all need to talk about this seriously.” 
Nene glanced at the chair that Koge motioned towards, timidly shuffling to it before sitting. There was silence between the three for a moment as Koge buttoned up Bakugou’s vest for him, the petite woman trying to figure out how to go about all of this. Before she could even think of what to say, Bakugou spoke for her, placing one of his hands on her side affectionately. 
“Listen, Nene. It’s forbidden for me to be here. Outside of people I lure in for food, no one human is ever supposed to lay eyes on me.” 
“But you love Koge so much. I… I’m not surprised that you came back to her.” Nene smiled at them both softly, bringing a heat to Koge’s cheeks as Bakugou slid his hand around to her back to pull her body against him. “It’s so romantic. Even if it is heartbreaking what you’ve both been through… I did have a thought that what happened was something like this, though, when Koge told me she saw you in the street a while back and coming in to find that her fireplace was lit nearly every morning.” 
“Why would you even suspect it?” Bakugou glowered at Nene as he hugged Koge to him tightly, as if he were wanting to protect her. Koge took to his embrace without question, wrapping her arms around his torso. With a small shrug, Nene leaned back in the seat, reaching up to run her fingers through her thick, curly dark red hair. 
“I’ve always been interested in that stuff, you know. And there were just so many signs that hinted towards that that I picked up on from what I witnessed and what Koge told me. And she’s… been asking a lot of questions. Particularly how a vampire would change someone.” Nene raised a suspicious eyebrow at Koge, who halfway hid her face into Bakugou’s chest. 
Bakugou gave a frustrated click of his tongue. “What, you expect her to not want to change to be with me?” 
“That’s not what I’m saying, Katsu. All I’m saying is that it was obvious. To me, at least, from what she was asking me. I fully expect for her to want to be like you. It makes me sad… But I’d never want you two to be apart again.” With that, Nene stood, making her way towards her discarded candle holder and picking it up from the floor along with the candle. Frowning as she watched her friend fix the candle into place, Koge shared a quick glance with Bakugou. 
“What are you doing, Nene?” 
With a smile, Nene pulled a match from her dress pocket, lighting it and igniting the wick of her candle. “You think I’m going to just give up on you now? I have to go fetch my books. I’m sure we can find the secret in there somewhere.” 
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