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starryeyedweeb · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day with BNHA

A/N: I know it’s late for Valentine’s Day, but this is about the fifth time I’ve tried posting this because every other time it never got a single note even though all of my other stuff does pretty well??? So not to be that person, but if you see this I’m begging you to give it some love because it’s one of my favorites!

*DISCLAIMER*: As I’m over eighteen, I write all underaged characters aged up to be eighteen or older.

Contains: As always, sickly-sweet fluff; gender-neutral

Characters Included: Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi/Todoroki Touya, Aizawa Shota

Valentine’s Day with...

Bakugou Katsuki

As expected, Bakugou thinks that Valentine’s Day is kind of ridiculous and isn’t too keen on celebrating

When his friends ask him what he’s planned for the holiday, it results in a bit of a rant

“Valentine’s is a shitty holiday for shitty partners to try and make up for being shitty. I take them on dates and spoil them all the time, so why should I make a big deal about a random day in February?”

But because he wasn’t a shitty partner, he knows he has to do something for you

“Oi, do you want to go hiking?” he asks shortly on Valentine’s morning, already dressed for the occasion. “We can go to that spot you’ve wanted see for a while.”

You agree- eagerly.

You honestly weren’t the biggest fan of hiking until you started dating Bakugou, who’s obsessed with it

It’s like meditation to him- one of the best ways for him to find a calm and clear mindset- and the two of you always have your best conversations when you’re out on a hike

Plus he looks amazing in his hiking clothes

The trail in question is further outside the city than most, and when you arrive, it’s pleasantly deserted

With backpacks swung over your shoulders, the two of you start down the rough path, which cuts through a thick forest

When you first started hiking, you could barely keep up with Bakugou, but you had gotten much better at it over time and are now able to comfortably keep pace with him, even holding his hand part of the time

The trail is mainly uphill, though, and periodically he will all but force a water bottle into your hands

“Get a drink. I don’t want you getting all dehydrated on me.”

When you reach the peak of the trail, which is a flat clearing overlooking the city below, Bakugou indicates for you to sit down and pulls out two bento boxes that he had packed prior to the event

Though there’s nothing heart-shaped nor unnaturally red or pink inside, the box is sweetly filled with all of your favorite bento foods

And of course, they all taste amazing

“Katsuki, this is so good!”

“I know.”

“Come on.” You playfully push his arm, feeling his muscles rippling beneath his jacket. “Seriously, though, thank you. Life has been so crazy lately, and this little break was perfect.”

“So you’re not upset we didn’t do anything more, I don’t know...” he trails off, furrowing his brow and running a hand through his hair, “...on theme?”

“Of course not. Stuff like that is for shitty partners who use a holiday as an excuse to make up for being shitty. They’ll go right back to their behavior the moment the day is over.” You interlace your fingers in his and hold his arm with your free hand. “This was perfect.”

Bakugou can’t resist a smirk and short chuckle at your sentiment, realizing exactly why he’s with you

“Hey, what’s that look for?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “Kiss.”

You reach up and press your lips to his, and his arms wrap around your body, holding you close

When you pull away, you cast a glance out at the tranquil cityscape below and reluctantly check the time.

“Do you think we should head back down?” you ask.

“No. I want to stay here a little while longer.”

Todoroki Shoto

As one of the top heroes, Todoroki Shoto is a hard man to get alone, but you have high hopes for Valentine’s Day.

On the morning of February 14, the two of you check into the luxury hotel he had booked for a romantic staycation, awaiting an entire day of activities planned around the resort: lunch and dinner reservations, a couple’s massage, seeing the hotel’s nightly show...

Only for it to all be completely foiled before it even starts when Shoto gets an urgent call about a villain incident gone badly wrong, with as many heroes as possible desperately needed to help.

“Go ahead and do everything we had planned,” he urges as he’s leaving, rushing through a parting kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

But you know that it’s not going to be as simple as “I’ll be right back.”

The moment the door shuts behind him, you can’t help but turn on the TV and flip to the news, trying to find out just what Shoto had gotten himself into

The danger of the situation makes you sick with anxiety, and you have to turn it off almost immediately for the sake of your own sanity

Trying to follow his wishes, you go through the motions of the day you had planned, but instead of reaping the intended benefits of rest and relaxation, your brain is completely clouded with worry for Shoto’s safety

Which is only amplified when the hotel lobby has the news on with a crowd of people clumped together before it to see what’s going on, and the receptionist approaches you to ask if you’re alright

Dark falls with no sign of Shoto, but your heart leaps when you get the news notification that the battle is over

You turn the news back on for live coverage of the heroes that participated being interviewed about the events, but your stomach knots once again when you see no sign of Shoto

They haven’t mentioned any casualties, you wonder, but have they missed him or something?

When a knock echoes throughout the room, a cold feeling of dread washes over your body

You freeze and merely stare at the door, sure you’re about to receive the news that’s the worst nightmare of any partner of a hero

Until the door opens, and reveals Shoto holding a bouquet the size of his torso, looking a bit battered but otherwise alright

You launch yourself across the room, and he drops the flowers to engulf you in his arms

“God, Shoto,” you sob. “No matter how long I’ve been with you, waiting and worrying never gets any easier.”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs back, stroking your hair. “But I’m here now. I’m fine. I ran here the moment I could get away.”

When you finally allow him to pull away, he hands you the flowers, and you call room service for a vase and a first-aid kit

You sit Shoto on the bed and tend to his minor wounds, then order some of your favorite comfort foods for a very late dinner

Shoto is never one to discuss his missions right after the fact, so instead you just talk about nonsense things, like the most recent episode of your favorite show to watch together, and where the two of you wanted to go on your next vacation

Afterward, the two of you lay in the dark, so tangled together that it’s nearly impossible to tell who’s whom

Neither of you are tired at all, realizing fully that the privilege of getting to hold each other like you are was almost taken away that day

You feel your eyes start to well up at just how much you love the man next to you, realizing how much you need him

Shoto seems to sense that you’re going to a dark place, so he traces his fingers lightly against your cheek and breaks the silence.

“I forgot to tell you. I extended our stay here so we can still celebrate like we were planning to. I’m sorry I had to go today.”

“Shoto, you don’t have to be sorry.” You cup his cheek back, a few tears spilling out of your eyes as they meet his. “I’m just so glad you’re safe and that you’re here with me.”

Yaoyorozu Momo

Recently, an adorable little paint-your-own-pottery studio had opened on yours and Momo’s route home

You two had always meant to go for a fun date, but never really had the time, so when a Valentine’s event is announced, you both leap at the opportunity and reserve your spots right away

When Valentine’s Day arrives, you and Momo show up half an hour early for the event, wearing coordinating shades of red and pink

Laughing at your accidental matching, the two of you kill the time until the event begins by taking a million photos together

When the doors to the shop open and you’re finally allowed in, Momo’s eyes nearly pop out of her head in excitement, and you just know it’s going to become a regular date spot for the two of you

The shop is decorated like a romantic tea shop straight out of a cheesy movie, with lace doilies marking work stations, faux roses as centerpieces, and red, white, and pink balloons covering the ceiling

The special event involves painting spindly teacups with handles shaped like hearts, the workstations supplied with punch and sweets, all colored and shaped for the holiday

“Look at these!” She exclaims, picking up the ceramic cup at her workstation. “What should we paint on them?”

“Why don’t we do a matching design?” you suggest. “That way we can remember this even better.”

“Yes, let’s do that!” she agrees. “What design should we do, then?”

You two decide to keep it simple: paint the mugs solid baby pink, stamp tiny red hearts all around, and then Momo would use her elegant handwriting and paint both of your initials in calligraphy on one of the faces.

You ready your stations and sit shoulder-to-shoulder as you work, chatting and giggling the entire time, occasionally nudging each other playfully with your legs

“Could you hold the cup at this angle for me while I do the calligraphy?” she requests, which gives you an excuse to sit even closer to her, the scent of her rosy perfume engulfing you

“I wish I had handwriting like that,” you whine, watching her paint the graceful swirls of your initials, followed by the date below.

“I can teach you,” she offers, coming to stand behind you. “Here.”

She puts her hand over yours, and guides it along in the shape of the letters, her free arm looping around the front of your shoulders in a casual hug

“See? You’ve done it!”

“It still doesn’t look nearly as good as yours.”

“Well, my heart stamps don’t look nearly as good as yours. I don’t think I applied enough pressure.” She returns to her own seat, stares at you for a few moments, then giggles. “Speaking of, you’ve got paint on your face. Come here.”

You lean forward so she can wipe off the paint with a gentle touch, and she places a kiss on the now-clean spot.

“There. All better.”

When the two of you finish painting the mugs, you turn them into the counter so they can be finished in the kiln, then sit by the window of the shop to enjoy your sweets while you wait

“I’m very excited about these cups,” Momo says, reaching out for your hand. “They’ll be a lovely little keepsake.”

“Me, too,” you agree, resting your head on her shoulder. “It’ll be nice to have tea in them every evening.”

“Exactly. And if there’s ever a time when we have to be separated, whether it be for hero work or some other reason, we can bring our cups with us to remember that the other is always there, waiting to come have tea together.”

Shigaraki Tomura:

Despite his villainous ideals, in romance, Shiggy is actually quite sweet, if not a little clumsy

When you first became close to him, his unhealthy lifestyle and lack of self-care worried you, so you made a habit of cooking for Shigaraki, and leaving a week’s worth of nutritious meals in the League’s fridge for him

He had never revealed this to you, but he appreciated it so much, and wanted to return the favor

When Toga mentioned something about Valentine’s Day, he knew that it was his perfect opportunity, and made his plans by ordering everyone of the League to get out and stay out for the night

He then did some research about something good to make you, wracking his brain to try and remember what you’ve mentioned liking, until he remembers a very important fact:

He can’t cook.

At all.

Has never even once tried.

Which poses an obvious problem.

He panicked for a few moments, until he landed on a new, and possibly better, idea

When you arrive for the date, dressed comfortably (because, as much as you love Shigaraki, you know that there’s no way you’ll be going out for Valentine’s Day), you’re a little bit surprised to find him standing in the kitchen

“Shiggy?” You approach the counter warily. “What are we doing tonight?”

“I can’t cook. I want to know how.”

“You want me to teach you how to cook?”

“Yes. I want to know how to make your favorite meal.”

“Okay. That’s simple enough.” You make to join him in the kitchen, but he blocks your path.

“No. I want to make this for you. Just sit down and...tell me what to do.”

That proves to be quite a bit more difficult, as you never truly understood just how hard it would be to explain cooking to someone that has never used more than a microwave before

The music you had put on in the background was quickly drowned out by his frustrated swears, and you can tell that there are times when he almost loses his temper, but holds it together for the sake of your Valentine’s gift

A couple of utensils do fall victim to his decay, though, and he subtly tries to sweep the remains away in embarrassment.

At one point, his poor knife technique leaves a decently sized cut on his finger, and you jump into action, running for a First-Aid kit

“I’m not a child,” he mutters as you clean the small wound, avoiding your eyes.

“I know,” you reply lightly, pressing a playful kiss to the bandage you had just secured.

As Shigaraki comes close to finishing the meal, you raid Kurogiri’s stores for your favorite bottle of wine, pouring two glasses and setting them out on the table.

“Does this look right?” Shigaraki asks once the final timer goes off, warily holding out his creation.

“You tell me,” you answer. “I’ve made this for you before. It looks the same to me.”

When the two of you sit down and portion out the meal, Shigarki neglects his own plate as he watches you take your first bite

You fight to keep your face neutral, because honestly, it’s god awful, even though you had been right there the whole time, telling him exactly what to do

But you really didn’t expect anything more from a first time-cook, and even though the flavor is completely wrong, you still enjoy it, because you can practically taste how much this prickly mass-murderer actually cares for you

And as twisted as your situation is, you wouldn’t change it for the world

“Is it good?” Shigaraki mumbles from across the table, pulling you from your thoughts.

You take a sip of your wine. “Thank you so much, Tomura. This was such a thoughtful gift. I really appreciate it.”

“I knew it. It’s shit.” He pushes his own plate away in frustration. “I just wanted to pay back a favor and I can’t even do that right.”

“Shig, what did I just say? I appreciate this so much.” You round the table to his seat, rubbing his shoulders and planting a kiss on the top of his head. “Of course your first attempt doesn’t work. But that gives us something new to do together. For tonight, we’ll order some takeout, but starting tomorrow, I’ll give you another cooking lesson, and then another, and another, and another... as many as it takes until you can make a whole meal for me by yourself. Deal?”

He meets your gaze with a puppy-dog expression, placing his palms over where your hands rested on his chest.

“Deal.”

Dabi/Todoroki Touya:

Let’s just say that Dabi isn’t one to ignore traditions.

He’s one to very openly and dramatically oppose them.

You were anxious if not a little worried to see what he was going to have planned for Valentine’s Day- but, honestly, as his partner, you’re equally as unconventional in your own ideals

And he doesn’t disappoint, coming home with tickets to a ghost tour at the most haunted spot in town.

“Do they even do these on Valentine’s Day?”

“Obviously. That’s when I got the tickets for.” He shrugs. “Apparently it’s a thing that people do.”

“Hopefully not very many people. You know how we hate crowds.”

“And hopefully it’s not overtly themed for this asinine holiday.” He takes your waist and whispers the next words in your ear. “The idea of a dark room and an invisible audience is romantic enough.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“I just made you more excited, didn’t I?”

“You’ll have to wait until the day to find out.”

When Valentine’s Day arrives, you dress for the occasion and meet Dabi at a glamorous hotel in an older part of town

Before the tour begins, the guide allows the guests to go to the bar for some drinks, and begin to tell the story of the hotel and the paranormal activity that had sparked the attraction

Dabi seems uninterested, taking in the architecture of the historic buidling and peering down random hallways

“I’m getting bored of this,” he mutters in your ear. “I’m ready to see something interesting.”

“Shh, Dabi, I’m trying to listen,” you whisper back.

He responds by pinching your ass. “So, are you in a naughty mood tonight? Noted.”

“Stop it,” you mutter, lightly pushing him away, but your flushed skin is a dead giveaway to how you truly feel about the situation.

When the tour actually starts, you and Dabi round out the end of the group as it descends into a long, dark hallway.

Eventually, you feel Dabi’s hand leave its spot around your waist, but you’re so distracted listening the tour guide tell stories at the front to even notice.

Until cold hands grab you from you behind and give you a violent shake, growling animalistically in your ear

You let out a terrified scream, but the laugh that comes after is all-too-familiar

“Dammit, Dabi!” you gasp, doubling over to your breath and quiet your heartbeat.

“Aha.” His hands trail down your sides and squeeze your waist. “Gotcha.”

You eventually reach the main event of the tour, which is an old storeroom that had been unused for years due to the intense paranormal activity

Dabi actually stood still next to you with his arm slung around your shoulders, interested for the first time that night as the guide used the ghost box and actually got answers from the spirits that occupied the room.

Though there are a few times when you have to stop him from pulling some prank to scare the other people taking the tour, trying to convince them that they’re actually in immediate danger of possession

When the event is over, however, and the guide is ushering people back down the hallway, Dabi pulls you into a closet, igniting a small flame on his palm and pressing a finger to his lips

When the noise of the crowd filing out is gone, he presses forward forcefully and starts to bury you in deep, passionate kisses

“Wait, wait.” You pull back once you realize what his idea is. “Isn’t this a little...scary?”

“Isn’t that what makes it fun?”

Aizawa Shota

Valentine’s Day happened to fall around one of Aizawa’s busiest times at UA, and he was so tied up and tired that you had barely seen one another lately.

So, when he remembers what’s coming up and drowsily asks you what you want to do for Valentine’s Day, you surprise him.

“I’ve already made plans for us,” you reveal, handing him a printed itinerary. “I booked us a spot at a day spa. Those are all the treatments we’ll be doing.”

“Why’d you choose this? I’m curious.”

“You need some time to relax, and I want to spend time with you when your mind is on something other than which one of your students is going to get broken next.”

“Fair enough.”

On the morning of, the two of you check into the spa, and are instructed to go change into the fluffy bathrobes they provided

“Do I really have to put this on?” he complains, holding it as one might hold a dirty diaper.

“What’s wrong with it?” you ask, already changed into yours.

“I don’t know how I feel about my chest being out on display like this.”

“Well, I’ll like it.” You snake your hand up his shirt and rake your nails down his skin. “C’mon. We’re going to be late for our couple’s massage.”

Once Aizawa has reluctantly changed, the two of you start off your day with massages and facials

You had arranged for him to get a special eye treatment, and the small sounds of relief from his table reveals that your gift is very much appreciated.

“Are you relaxed?” you inquire as you move on from the massage room to your next destination.

“More relaxed I’ve been since I stepped through the doors of UA for the first time.”

“Well, are you relaxed enough to get a hair treatment?”

“Honestly? Bring it on.”

When Aizawa is laying back in a chair, a towel wrapped around his head and a styling cape draped over his robe, you can’t help but snap photos of the slightly comical scene

“Are you taking pictures?” he grumbles.

“Do you mind that I am?”

“Just as long as my students never see it.”

“Noted,” you reply, adding the photo to an album of embarrassing pictures you planned to show them at the end of the term.

After finishing the hair treatment- Aizawa’s hair looking better than you could ever dream yours would- and moving on to a high-tech infrared light treatment, you finished out the day with a soak in the spa’s top-rate onsen, reserved for just the two of you

You sit in comfortable silence in the hot water, bodies pressed close to each other

Shota’s arm was draped around your shoulder, and you loosely held the hand that fell across your body

When you lay your ear on his chest, you notice that his heartbeat is the calmest you’ve ever heard it

“So, did the spa serve its purpose?” you ask, tilting your head up to gaze at him.

“It did. Though I think it was less the spa’s doing, and more the fact that I spent an entire day with you.”

You hum happily, reaching up and tapping his chin. “Nice and well rested now, are you? You sure look pretty.”

He chuckles lightly, running a hand through your hair. “So do you.”

“Well, there’s still about an hour left until our dinner reservation,” you observe, noticing the clock on the wall. “Is there anything you want to do to kill the time before then?”

“We’re both sitting in hot water, naked,” he replies matter-of-factly. “The answer should be obvious.”

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wellthatjusthappend · 3 years

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hey do you think you can write something where Dick is touch starved bc the members of the batfamily are not that into giving or receiving comforting touch like hugs so he's feeling awful and acting kind of distant with the other bats bc he doesn't really want to bug them by asking for a hug and it's Jason that notices something is wrong and ends up giving it to him

Dick being touch starved is my jam. Especially when I get to give him what he needs.

Man, this prompt got away from me a little, I meant to do a small fill but, well, now you can read it here or on Ao3.

“What the hell is going on with Dickhead?” Jason grumbled. He’d totally cashed Jason’s case recently, and nearly bit off Jason’s head when he made a sarcastic quip.

Usually, that meant that something had happened, but Jason had dug around after hadn’t found anything other than a slow and steady escalation of violence the last several weeks. Seemingly from no cause.

There had to be something Jason was missing. Not that he cared or anything, but if Golden Boy was falling off the edge he needed to get ready. Or maybe he was just being nosy. Both were Bruce approved approaches.

Jason frowned as on screen Dick let several punches land that he could have avoided and choose to punch back rather than use his sticks.

“Ah, Dick is fasting again?” hummed Kori, coming to curl up next to Jason like a cat, her hair winding and winding itself around them in a way that still a little uncanny as it was soothing.

“Fasting?” Jason asked with a frown, “Like, skipping meals and stuff?”

“From love,” Kori corrected him, “and from touch. He needs it like food, but sometimes he chooses to deprive himself of both for long periods of time. He would get like this from time to time as a Titian. Quick to pick a fight and extra physical when he did… violence is the only touch he allows himself during this time, so he seeks it out constantly.”

That… tracked.

“Yeah… Bruce would have us believe that none of us needed things like that,” Jason murmured, watching Dick wrestle another small time crook to the ground and punching him repeatedly.

“But you know better now, don’t you?”

Sometimes. But other times… Jason could sympathize with Dick’s plight a little too easily, and physical touch wasn’t even his love language.

“How’d you used to get him to snap out of it?” Jason asked.

“Make love to him all night long,” Kori replied, her eyes going distant.

“Ah.” Jason knew he was flushing a bit.

“Or, sometimes Wally or the others would insist on a movie night and coax him into a spot close between everyone’s bodies,” Kori said, a faint, sad smile on her face.

That was probably no little feat when Dick was hellbent on acting like a mini Bruce.

“Sounds nice,” he said, rather than unload all the mean and bitter commentary in his head. It wasn’t like he had someone to do that for him back then.

“This is nice too,” Kori rested her head on his shoulder, “with you and Roy.”

“...Yeah. It is.”

*****

Jason couldn’t stop thinking about it as the week went on. How he ever ended up with nonviolent touch in his life and Dick didn’t, Jason didn’t know.

Maybe that was why he was outside Dick’s doorstep now.

“What?” Dick answered his door. He looked terrible; dark shadows under his eyes, his skin a little pasty.

“No hello? I’m hurt Dickiebird.”

“Hello. What are you doing here?” Dick said, already looking annoyed.

Jason wished he knew.

“Brought over some extra food. You look like you haven’t had anything but takeout in a while, so…. You want it?” Jason held up the bag to show him.

“You brought food,” Dick stated, looking suspicious, “Why?”

“I just said I made extra, keep up Dickhead,” Jason shot back.

He was no good at this. He should have just bothered Wally into visiting. Someone who could get away with a casual hug.

Jason was not much of a hugger, casual or otherwise. He wasn’t too touchy-feely in general and he didn’t know why he was there… but since he was there he wasn’t going to be driven away so easily.

“Did Bruce send you here?” Dick demanded.

“Bold of you to think Bruce can make me do anything,” Jason retorted.

Dick seemed to accept that. As he should.

“Fine, whatever, just… you didn’t drug it, right?” Dick asked as he moved out of the way and let Jason inside.

“Who the fuck do you think I am, Alfred? If I was gonna drug you, I would slip it into your delivery, not some home cooked meal,” Jason scoffed.

It was really messy. It made Jason’s fingers itch for some cleaning supplies, but that wasn’t why he was there.

“Home cooked?” Dick’s eyebrows raised curiously.

“Curry,” Jason said, pulling out the containers from the bag in the little spot on the table not covered in case files, “I always thought it tasted better the day after anyway.”

“Did you make this?” Dick hesitantly came over, curiosity seeming to win out over defensive aggression.

“Who else would have?” Jason rolled his eyes, “here, heat this up will you?”

He passed over a container of rice. Their fingers brushed and Dick’s hand spasmed for a moment.

Jason didn’t comment. He knew what that was like. Going so long without any kind of touch that the slightest brush of skin felt like getting electrocuted.

“Why me?” Dick asked, hurriedly turning his back to him and fiddling with the microwave.

Because you need it.

“Oh, you know, if your ass gets any skinnier, the community will collapse on itself. Can’t have that,” Jason said breezily instead.

“What a saint.”

“Right? They should put me up in the little chapel on 5th St. I’ve already died and everything, I’m totally qualified,” Jason said, then changed the subject, “You have a toaster oven?”

“Why would I have a toaster oven?” Dick grumbled.

“Because they’re damn useful? Never mind, I’ll just use the oven,” Jason said, nudging Dick out of the way so he could reach the nobs. It wouldn’t need too much, it was just to lightly heat the naan.

“Are you eating here too?” Dick asked hesitantly.

“Might as well, it’s dinner time,” Jason shrugged.

Dick didn’t say anything to that. This time when Jason passed him the next container to heat, he didn’t flinch when their hands met, but he pulled away much more hesitantly.

This part felt a little unnatural for Jason, because he… didn’t really let people touch him who weren’t super close to him. And he and Dick- they just weren’t. It wasn’t bad, per-say, just decidedly uncomfortable.

He wasn’t planning to let that show though.

Jason bullied Dick into bantering with him as they prepped the rest of the food, all the while finding reasons to brush up against him. Let their hips touch when he checked the heat on the food, a hand on Dick’s arm to move him out of the way to open the oven, steading his hands as he stacked plates and utensils into his arms.

Dick was mostly past the shockieness and onto the needy phase by the time they got to actually eating the food. It felt a little manipulative to sit down right next to him on the couch while they ate so their legs and arms could casually brush every now and then.

The nice thing was that Jason didn’t have to initiate anymore. Now that Dick had figured out that he wasn’t going to be pushed away and that Jason was pretending not to notice, he was pressing close with every possible excuse. As he did, he chattered away about this and that, a slight nervous jiggle of his leg.

It was strange, like watching someone slowly come alive again. Like a dry plant perking up at the first taste of water. Jason wanted to somehow give him even more, but he didn’t know how. So he just stayed close.

Dick didn’t ask him to leave when they finished their food, so he didn’t.

Jason turned on the TV.

It was funny, Dick’s commentary slowly started to die down as his eyes started to drupe.

“Maybe I really should have drugged you food, when’s the last time you got a full night’s sleep?” Jason noted, reaching over to touch his forehead. He was a little warm, but not too bad.

“When’s the last time you did?” Dick shot back, but his eyes dropped closed under his hand and he didn’t push him away.

It felt a little too intimate for Jason though, so he pulled away. Dick swayed forward a little when he moved, like a part of him want to chase his touch.

He probably did.

Jason looked away and shrugged, trying to remember what they had been talking about. Sleep. Right.

“I actually do these days, Roy or Kori kick my butt if I don’t,” he said.

“They take good care of you,” Dick said softly.

“They do,” Jason agreed, his chest feeling a little warm at the thought.

“Good,” Dick said, his expression distant as he turned back to the TV.

Jason wondered if he missed them, but didn’t ask. Dick couldn’t have burned those bridges any better if he’d tried.

They watched TV silently for a while, Dick’s finger tracing patterns on his own leg, back and forth and back and forth.

Jason felt an impulse to grab his hand, but pushed it down. That wasn’t them. Roy and Kori must have been rubbing off on him.

When Dick’s motions stopped, Jason glanced over and snickered when he found that he had dozed off. When he started to tip, Jason raised his arm so he would settle against his side instead of tipping forward and jerking awake.

He didn’t know why he did it- since it effectively trapped him for however long Dick was asleep- and he told himself that it was because Dick needed the sleep, which he did, but-

Dick made a soft little sound as he positively melted against him, even in sleep. It was such a fragile thing, so relieved, just on the edge of broken… it made Jason’s chest ache.

He let him sleep.

Jason might not be able to bury him in a pile of close friends or make love to him all night or whatever, but… he could do this.

He hesitantly carded his fingers through Dick’s hair and watched him lean into the touch desperately, lips parting in a content sigh.

Maybe for this, Jason could be enough.

#touch starved #dick grayson #jason todd #background joyfire if you squint #this could be the start of something #story requests #story prompts #my writing #Anonymous

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Waxing Crescent

Ø Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Witch! Reader

Ø Genre: Gang!au, Supernatural!au,

Ø Warnings: None

Ø Word Count: 6455

Ø A/N: Hey guys, this is just something random I wrote!! I didn’t know who it was going to be for or what it was going to be about, but it ended up being something for Kim Seokjin!! There will be a second part to this, and it might take a while for it to happen but I really hope you guys like and support this!!

The things people would do for money in this day and age. She was born in that grey area that wasn’t exactly a Millennial but also not a Gen Z, drifted between both in an everlasting fight between existentialism and nihilism.

It might be why she does what she does.

It was a generation that had one defining factor, a trait that made her numb to the world and her own personal suffering. Until the sun rises and the smile on her face lets people believe they can change the world.

And maybe they can. She wouldn’t personally know, not with where she stood now.

Or it was the simple fact that her father was an absolute asshole who never shouldered on inch of responsibly.

No, that was her job. To take care of herself. To make sure that what happened to her mother never happened to her.

It was the main reason, the only reason she worked 2 jobs and took online classes. One of her jobs was all together fun, easy and it was honestly the reason she hadn’t packed it all in and just left. Working in a library isn’t something people around her normally think is something good and fun. Actually, she was never seen as someone normal who came out of the town she lived in, anything but, and yet she knew how to survive this life.

There was always something around her that no one, not even she could explain to them. Found at 8 years old, wandering the woods that surrounded the town, dirty, cold, no shoes and no will to talk. She sat under the root of a tree, surrounded by a pack of wolves who seemed to have taken her into their pack. One of the bigger mothers had wrapped herself around Y/N, shielded her from the cold of the forest floor.

When police found her, it was because a wolf had led them to her, recognising that she was one of them. Y/N never spoke a word, never looked anyone in the eye, barely accepted the food they tried to give her. Not until the woman who would become her mother walked in the door, a motherly smile and shock to see an 8-year-old with no shoes on in the middle of winter.

She did what any mother would do, fussed over Y/N, getting her showered and into the warmest clothes an 8-year-old had felt. She cooked her food, watched as she ate, brushed her hair, and stayed with Y/N until she had fallen asleep. It was only a matter of time before Y/N’s mother adopted her, and Y/N had a family in such a small town.

Then there were the reoccurring unnatural disturbances that happened when Y/N was around. A freak storm could be written off as just that, a freak storm; though a freak storm to only hit one small town in the middle of nowhere after a girl was attacked by others. Y/N had muttered something under her breath the kids hadn’t heard and the next thing they knew her eyes glowed.

It only solidified her status as some freak who didn’t belong in such a small town. Her eyes glowed, whenever it rained it seemed her skin started to turn a lovely blue, and someone swore once she had scales.

Though Y/N was always the least of the towns worries. The biggest concerns being the gangs that seemed to run the town completely over. Violence and all out wars happened on the streets and suddenly a girl whose skin turned blue when it rained was nothing to worry about. The spike in dangerous animals around the forest edge, every single one of the predators, every single one of them dangerous.

Doing a final round of the library, Y/N was kinda annoyed. It was supposed to be her day off from her second job, she was supposed to leave the library with a warm smile, stop at her favourite restaurant to pick up her favourite food. Then she was supposed to drive home, draw a warm bubble bath, set up a movie to watch as she ate and soaked in the bath.

But there was an unfriendly word there… “Supposed”.

No, on her one day off out of the month, she had been called into work because some of the other girls couldn’t work today. She understood why the girl had asked for the day off, but Y/N was always a last resort to call. Then she heard the others were either working as well or out for something else.

The girl she was covering for was taking the next few months off, needing to be at her grandmothers bedside, she wasn’t doing well. Another girl was out being 7 months pregnant; their boss having put in a rule when he took over nearly 3 years ago that after 4 months, he would happily pay maternity leave. Another girl had fallen in love, her boyfriend didn’t want her working anymore, and with the line of work they were in, Y/N could see why.

With so many girls on roster and even replacements if needed, somehow on Y/N’s one day off, she was still called in.

Park Jimin would so owe her.

Finally saying goodbye to the older ladies of the library, Y/N walked the few blocks to a small diner that her mother owned and worked at with her best friend. Smiling as she walked into the familiar smells, she remembered growing up around, seeing the familiar people working.

“Y/N, how have you been sweetheart?” Y/N was greeted by Mrs Kim, her mothers best friend since they were children.

“I’m good Mrs Kim.” Y/N took a seat at the counter.

“How many times do I have to tell you, little miss.” Mrs Kim smiled, a flash passing across her eyes that Y/N never missed but never bought up, a motherly smile at the young girl who looked like her childhood best friend. “One, I am your aunt, two, where have you been?”

Y/N laughed a little as she got comfortable in her seat before speaking; “I’m sorry, Aunty. I’ve been working and studying a lot lately.” Y/N’s eyes were wide, trying for innocent. “I promise to visit you more often.”

“Aish… What am I going to do with you?” Mrs Kim laughed a little as her hand moved to cup Y/N’s cheek, warm, always warm, like her mother’s hand used to feel. “You’re working too much, sweetheart. You need to take some time off.”

“I know. When everything is fixed,” Y/N knew Mrs Kim knew about everything she was going through, her mother having asked her to take care of her only daughter. “I promise I will take a holiday.”

“Good. You deserve it.” Mrs Kim leaned over the counter to kiss Y/N on the forehead like her mother used to before standing back. “The usual?”

With a grateful nod, Mrs Kim moved to the kitchen to put in her order as Y/N pulled her phone out. She saw that she had a message from Jimin, no doubt making sure she doesn’t back out on her shift tonight. Reading the message and reading it again and again for good measure, Y/N understood why Jimin was so on edge about her coming in tonight.

They were coming in tonight, the members of what the girls called, the 7. Her friend and boss, Park Jimin, was apart of the 7, but he was the man in charge of the entertainment tonight. It always put him on edge when his friends came to town, there was usually only one of two reasons for their visits.

One being someone had died. Two being someone was going to die.

Y/N had made it her mission to never have to work the days the 7 were in town, and not for the reasons people normally thought. They were known as ruthless killers, the only affection they had were for each other and a strong drink at the end of the night. They had fun in their work, enjoyed what they did and always looked the part of a group of men who did bad things for a living.

Though like any woman who grew up around here, she knew them, or at least knew of them. Y/N was thankful that it was the latter in her case, she knew off them, knew of the danger they possess. She knew that once all 7 were together, all bets were off.

Y/N had been, rather lucky to have meet Jimin nearly 3 years ago when he was by himself without the others. He had been assigned the clubs that they owned and he particularly like the one she now worked at. It became easy to see why in her first few weeks of service to the 7, it wasn’t the girls or the alcohol or the money or the gambling. It was the connection, the communication the club allowed Jimin to have with his own and with those in other gangs.

With her food ready and messaging Jimin to tell him she was on her way, Y/N hugged Mrs Kim before walking the 6 blocks to the club. Y/N could see people already lining up, the bass of the music already on the street as the sun set. The illuminated letters on the front of the club “Eternal Rest” was supposed to be funny, at least that’s what Jimin insisted.

And maybe, the clientele they receive it might be funny to them. But to Y/N it was plain and simple… it was where she would die. She was already working there against her will, to pay off debt her father had happily acquired as he stole her life away from her. It was also a place that would drag her to hell.

Moving around the building and to the back entrance to the club, nodding at the security guard before he allowed her in. Going straight to the dressing rooms, knowing full well that the other room would be occupied by now, Y/N took her time getting ready. Savouring her food, she ate slower than normal before getting ready, the last thing she wanted was to look bloated on the floor and having one of the important clients complain. She knew the type of pressure Jimin was under, hosting such important clients, and she didn’t want him to be in trouble.

Y/N could see herself in the mirror as she leaned over her leg, raised onto her chair to slip her shoes in place. So much skin was revealed, the skin-tight black lace that clung to her body like a second skin was surprisingly easy to breath in, the amount of cleavage that showed was due to the lace. Or mostly due to the fact that her breast had grown larger than she ever wanted, but it helped with this job, it helped when they tipped her. Every part of her body, every part she would frown upon looking at, was always used to her advantage to get one more step closer to freedom.

Placing her other leg onto the chair as she slipped her second shoe on, there was a knock at the door; “Are you decent?”

“Everything important is covered.” Y/N allowed Jimin to come in the dimly lit room before standing tall in the red bottom boots.

“Wow, you’re not messing around tonight, are you?” Jimin’s eyes lingered on Y/N’s breast, the lace following the curve of them.

“You said you needed me on my best behaviour.” Y/N shrugged, sitting back on her chair, finishing her final touches.

“Well remind me to ask for you to be on your best behaviour more often.” Jimin gave an appreciated nod to Y/N in the mirror before moving closer to sit at the chair next to her, seeing the question in Y/N’s raised eyebrow. “They arrived 10 minutes ago. I greeted them and the girls did what they do best, swarmed them to entertain.”

“But...?” Y/N knew there was more to it, seeing him hesitate. “Jimin we’ve talked about this, you don’t lie or keep things from me,” Y/N put the last of her jewellery on her fingers and wrist. “And I don’t make up bad lies not to be here.”

“One of them requested you.” Jimin watched how Y/N’s whole body seemed to stop, an uneven breath leaving her lips.

“Which one?”

Without so much as an answer from Jimin, Y/N simply nodded. He had been asking for her for months, having seen her around the club once, bought her one drink and he hadn’t let it go. It was just unfortunate for him that she was already on someone else’s arm that night, a rival man’s arm, but someone’s else’s arm, nonetheless. Every time they had come in, he had asked after Y/N, yet she was never working, smart enough to never let that happen again.

Tonight, she hadn’t been as lucky.

“What do I have to do?” Y/N asked, finally turning to look at Jimin fully.

“It’s just a candy night.” Jimin quickly took everything else off the table, holding up the necklace of the 7, of him. “He asked what you normally did, and I told him you don’t go any further than entertainment. He won’t push past candy.”

With a nod Y/N looked at the necklace, well more collar, before speaking; “Where is he?”

Jimin stood again, moving around her chair to hold the necklace against her skin, his touch was cold, it was always cold, clasping it behind her neck. He looked into the mirror, seeing Y/N looking at the pendant on the necklace, the small pearl seemingly shining against her tanned skin. It was even easier to see considering her outfit she had chosen was all black, and Jimin knew what it would give to everyone to see Y/N with this necklace and on his brothers arm.

She was the angel in the darkness.

“He’s in the VIP.” Jimin took a few steps back as Y/N stood, coming to her full height that was a little taller than Jimin himself. “He made one request of you though.” Y/N stopped before she had the chance to move, intently listening to her instructions before going to the floor. “He asked if you would go to the bar and…”

“And…?”

“And allow you to play the room. He wants you to have fun before he summons you.” Jimin finished the odd request from his brother, but he was never one to judge.

Y/N nodded, summon you, like a dog with a bone, taking it in before giving a few calming breaths to slow down her racing heart; “I’ll follow you out after 2 minutes and head straight for the bar.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Jimin smiled sweetly before leaving her to herself.

xxx

Y/N had been sitting at the bar for around 10 minutes by herself, nursing the vodka soda she had ordered when she sat. The bartender had smiled when he handed her the drink but then looked over her shoulder to the pair of eyes that burned into them. He hadn’t looked Y/N’s way since.

It’s been happening the whole time. Someone would sit next to her, press against her, and offer to buy her a drink, whisper something dirty into her ear. Then she would have the pleasure of watching their eyes widen as they saw what sat on her next, the pearl a reminder to them all. They would soon turn to see the same pair of eyes staring at them before making a quick, fumbled apology before seemingly to run away.

Y/n never once had to say a thing, never once had to remind them of why she sat there at the bar, alone and nursing her drink. They all knew the boundaries that were placed on her, she was claimed, she was his.

Not even the other girls she had worked with for years had made a move to talk to her. They knew that not even they ran the club tonight, they had to do what they did best. The girls put on a show, sitting on the arms of the rich and famous, being the men’s lucky charms, being a pretty face. They knew when to cheer, when to press against one of the lucky men, what to whisper into their ear to get more money from them. They knew when it was time to offer one of the many luxurious rooms past the dark entrance to the left of the club.

But they also knew, that when another girl was claimed by the pearl, they did not disturb the waters.

So, Y/N sat alone at the bar, taking in the atmosphere around her. People were winning, people were losing, girls cheered when a man won a game, chips flicked together, diced rolled. There was even girls dancing on the many smaller stages around the club, girls dancing upstairs on the second floor, rich men ogling the women who performed.

Y/N wished she had been lucky enough to be one of those girls, just to dance where none of them could touch her. It was the rule of the club, no man could touch the dancers, the other girls were free game. But tonight, she was claimed.

“Hey, so,” A very handsome looking man came into Y/N’s view, leaning against the bar, resting his head on the palm of his hand as his elbow leaned on the bar. “You’re the girl my brother claimed for the night, huh?”

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. Kim Taehyung, one of, if not the most dangerous executioner sat next to Y/N, all smiles, and bright eyes. She should have run away, especially from all the stories of the blood that ran along the streets, just from his hands.

Up close Taehyung looked so childlike, she could even see a small freckle on his cheek under his left eye. And his smile, boxy and playful, no wonder women fell for him, no wonder women never headed the warning to stay away from him.

“Oh right, Kim Taehyung, at your service.” Taehyung offered his hand for Y/N to take, something changed in his eyes, once a golden brown but seemingly flashing a dark red, then it was gone.

“Y/N.” Y/N offered only her first name as she shook his hand.

“Just Y/N?” Taehyung’s grip on her hand tightened a little, pushing his own body slightly against her right side.

“She doesn’t have to tell you her full name, Hyung.” Another voice, although not as deep as Taehyung, just as chilling, came from her left. “But I would love to tell you mine, Jeon Jungkook, at your service.”

Jungkook took Y/N’s other hand into his warm one’s, now Y/N’s arms were crossed over her body, trapped between two, although handsome, extremely dangerous men. Unlike Taehyung, Jungkook was an enforcer. He enforced the law of their ways, enforced punishment to those who are against them. He was the best fighter they have and a little too, uncomfortably, well versed with sharp objects.

“So, Miss Y/N,” Jungkook, like Taehyung, did not let go of Y/N’s hand but kept talking. “Would you mind if we kept you company until our brother comes to you?” Jungkook’s eyes becoming a golden stare.

“There are plenty of pretty girls around and yet you two stand around, in the hands of a claimed woman.” A voice behind Y/N caused both Taehyung and Jungkook to release her hands and turned to face it. “Now, beat it you two.”

“Aw, come on, Hyung.” Taehyung whined. “We’re simply keeping Miss Y/N here company.”

“We would never tread on the claims of a woman marked by our own brother.” Jungkook laughed a little, still leaning into Y/N.

“Well what did you slip into Miss Y/N’s drink then?”

The question caused Y/N’s blood to run cold, her wide eyes moving straight down to where her now warm drink sat. It was untouched and would remain untouched as she pushed it further away from her. Y/N pushed both men away from her as they laughed, seeing this as a joke, as Y/N finally turned around and came face to face with the unmistakable voice of Kim Namjoon.

Just like Taehyung and Jungkook, Kim Namjoon was unmistakeably handsome, taller than the others and a voice any woman would gladly throw her panties away for. As Jungkook and Taehyung joked, moving away and into the crowds of people, of women, Y/N was then left with Namjoon. His dark stare trapped her to her seat, but she had to move, standing as her heels touched the ground.

She was still a little shorter than Namjoon, but with her back straightened and her eyes steeled, she spoke; “Is he not coming down tonight?”

“He has asked me to come fetch you.”

“So, no cat and mouse game tonight?” Y/N boldly asked, stupidly looking the leader of the 7 in the eye.

“He did not say where for me to take you.” Namjoon smirked. “You are of course a little mouse, Miss Y/N. You just did not realise what game you were actually playing.”

Namjoon’s eyes were beautiful, dangerous, a golden that Y/N could never miss. They flashed a dangerous glint that told Y/N she was in the company of something not entirely human.

There were rumours, stories told that the men of the 7 were not entirely human, that they were something more. As were the customers of “Eternal Rest”, an ironic name was what they called the name of the club. They were something more, and it looked like Y/N was getting a firsthand look at just how true rumours and stories really were here.

“Come on, little mouse,” Namjoon smiled wide. “My brother is waiting for you.”

xxx

Namjoon had turned without looking back, expecting Y/N to follow him and she did just that. She knew when to fight and when to follow, and right now she followed Namjoon to the VIP area. Namjoon have pointed her in the direction she should follow, after that he had turned on his heels and moved away to where the rest of the 7 sat, loudly laughing and gambling with Jimin.

Making eye contact with Jimin, he gave her a nod before she walked off down a very dimly lit hall. She knew these parts of the club, the bedrooms in which the girls truly service the clientele. The VIP was just beyond the bedrooms, and from the sounds coming from them, the giggling girls as they stood at the doors waving off satisfied men, Y/N continued to walk.

Y/N was by no means a fool, she was no stranger to sex and nor could she be working here. Yet it was still something she shed away from when it came to this club, these men, this circumstance. She was not one of those girls, she was merely paid to be a candy girl, and at the door of the VIP, she looked upon the man who wanted her on his arm.

“Sir,” Y/N stood at the door, leaning down in a bow as she had been told to do when greeting a client.

“Someone ordered some entertainment?” A voice pierced through Y/N’s ears as she remained bowed. “Good.”

“She is not for entertainment.” Another voice spoke. “She is claimed.”

“It would seem our young, Mr. Kim here is going to be busy.” The first voice spoke again. “We shall leave you to it.”

Y/N finally stood back to her full height as 6 men moved out of the room and past her. Her eyes remained to the floor, like she had been trained to do when she first started there.

She never once spoke until she was spoken to; “Y/N, would you like to have a seat next to me?”

Y/N finally looked up and into the eyes of the man who claimed her for the night. Kim Seokjin sat on a leather couch, under the dim light his eyes flickered between a brown and a gold. His legs were crossed, his arms spread out over the back of the couch and a smile on his face. His gaze was predatory, watching Y/N as she moved closer into the room before standing in front of him.

“Sit.” Jin pointed his eyes down next to him, following closely as Y/N took a seat next to him. “Would you like something to drink?”

“As long as your brothers don’t handle the drinks.”

Jin raised his eyebrow at that, knowing about the mischief his brothers get up to, also liking the confidence she had. Jin had meet Y/N a handful of times and each time she had been the only woman to ever speak to him as if he were just another man. She was different, not liking how every other women to walk around this club, this town, treated him as if one wrong move and she would be dead.

“It’s okay, I’ll be the only one to handle your drinks.” Jin’s smile was breathtaking, absolutely heartbreaking.

He stood from next to Y/N as she leaned back into the leather couch, watching Jin move to the bar in the VIP room. She watched the way his wide shoulders shrugged out of his jacket, placing it over the back of a chair. He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up as he rounded the bar, his smile still on Y/N.

“Any requests?” Jin caught Y/N eyeing the straps around his body, the guns in the holsters just under his chest. “I’m surprisingly good with cocktails.”

“What’s your best?” Y/N smiled, leaning her elbow against her knees, resting her chin on her palm, engaged in Jin as he twirled and spun bottles around his hands.

“You seem like a whiskey type of girl.” Jin smirked at the slight widening of Y/N’s eyes.

“Am I that obvious?”

Jin shook his head as he picked up each bottle as he worked and kept talking; “No, not really. You just order a vodka soda when you sat down at the bar. It must be what they make you order here?”

Y/N was surprised. It was something that Jimin made sure every girl did, order something not too strong, enough to keep the men they entertain involved, but not to strong it makes the girl sloppy. Vodka soda was Y/N’s set drink, the one she would nurse as she (un)happily played candy. But she loved whiskey, it always reminded her of her parents at a happier time.

Maybe that was the worst part about it.

“So, I’m assuming you like something older, smoother, something that can hold up to the men you would never find around here.”

“Not all men here are that bad.” Y/N leaned back into the couch again, watching Jin pour the pale-yellow liquid into a glass with ice.

Now it was Jin’s turn to look at Y/N with surprise; “Do you really believe that?”

“Absolutely not.” Y/N watched the lithe movements of Kim Seokjin as he walked towards her again, a drink in each hand.

“Good.” Jin said as he offered Y/N her drink. “Whiskey sour for the lady.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N nodded before bringing the drink of her lips, taking a small sip. Jin seemed to be full of surprises it would seem, as Y/N took a better drink of the whiskey sour, savouring it as he sat next to her again. His leg pushed right up against Y/N’s own, giving off such a warm heat to her exposed skin. He was confident, confident enough to sit his hand on her knee, as he too took a swig from his own drink, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What do you think?” Jin gestured to the drink in Y/N’s hands.

“It’s delicious. You really are amazing.” Y/N swirled the cherry around the glass. “How did you learn to make them?”

Jin shrugged, comfortably leaning back into the couch; “I wasn’t always where I was now. Everyone has a story of their beginnings.”

Y/N nodded, understanding that not everyone has a happy beginning, or a happy middle. But Y/N wanted to give herself a happy ending, and everything she was doing now was a lead up to her happy ending.

“Well however you learned, I’m kinda thankful for it.” Y/N moved her leg over her other, Jin’s hand moving off it for only a moment before running over her exposed thigh. “You were right, I do like whiskey.”

“I’m always right.” Jin smiled wide, bringing his drink to his lips again as he seemed to smirk over the glass.

“Well, Mr. Always right…” Y/N sat her smaller hand on top of Jin’s, stopping his movements as she stared into his eyes. “What exactly is it you want me to do for you tonight? I’m only a candy level, and a man of your status shouldn’t want anything to do with a candy.”

Jin shrugged, comfortably leaning into Y/N, both of their heads leaning back on the couch, lips mere inches from each other. Y/N could feel the warm breath of Jin on her lips, she could smell the whiskey on his breath. He was so close, and he seemed to have no thoughts of moving.

“Is it wrong for me to want to get to know you?”

Y/N could hear footsteps, though she didn’t move she could count how many walked with a purpose towards the room they sat it. She didn’t know what was going on, and she knew that Jin himself could hear the footsteps himself. Yet, neither of them moved, neither moved away from each other, neither moved to look at the door. They seemed to both only look at each other, almost like there was something familiar between them.

But Y/N only knew of him. So why did he look at her as if she had all the answers to every question of his?

“Very.”

As the door opened, only Y/N moved, looking up and feeling Jin get comfortable next to her. His hand never left Y/N’s skin, even as she sat up to look at Jin’s brothers as they walked into the room. They barely gave Y/N a second look, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook moving to the bar themselves, Namjoon and the final 2 of the 7, Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok, sat at one of the other chair.

“Hyung,” Yoongi sat on the couch next to Jin, handing him something.

Y/N knew her role, to stay quiet and only move when her client needed her to. Like now, she reached her hand out, taking Jin’s drink like it was normal as he took whatever it was that Yoongi handed Jin. She didn’t look at it, she knew better then that, instead, finding the contents of her drink fascinating.

“Seems we’ll need a females opinion after all,” Jin spook loud enough for everyone to hear, seemingly all turning to look at Y/N as he continued to talk. “What do you think, Jagiya?”

She didn’t realise straight away, but when she finally looked up, all eyes on her, Y/N finally looked back at Jin. He smiled at her, taking his drink back and putting into her hand a file. The rather thin file almost felt like she was holding the fate of the world on her shoulder, even if Jin gave a reassuring nod from his laid-back position.

Sitting her own drink in front of her on the small table in front of her, Y/N opened the file to find the last thing she would have thought.

Cakes.

There were 3 different cakes, with what looked to be intensive background information of the cakes in the file. Y/N looked over them each before looking at Jin again, raising her eyebrow in question.

“It’s my sisters birthday, apparently I have to plan it.” Jin laughed a little as he sat up, still leaned back enough Y/N had to turn her body to him. “I’m not the best when it comes to this. I could use a female’s opinion.”

Y/N looked back at the cakes, looking up and catching Jimin’s eyes. He gave a quick smile, looking over Y/N before nodding, to trust the situation, if not then to trust him. Taking a deep breath, Y/N looked back at the cakes before reading which bakery they were choosing from, the choice so much easier.

“The sponge from Serendipity.” Y/N handed Jin back the file, reaching to pick her drink up again. “If you’re not a fan of something too sweet then it’s perfect. If you want something sweeter, all you have to do is ask for Mrs Kim. She always makes it a little sweeter.”

“I told you Serendipity was the best.” Hoseok laughed, leaning back into his seat as Taehyung handed him a drink, all of them sitting with a drink in hand.

Jung Hoseok. All smiles and laughs and sweet words to the lucky woman he decided he wanted for the night. It was sometimes way to easy to forget about the small detail of his crimes. That had never once been proven that is. It was always too easy to forget that Jung Hoseok could hack your entire life and still play with sharp edges. He was, in short, a hacker, with a dangerous pass time of blades.

“You only like Serendipity because they give you extra tarts whenever you go in.” Namjoon spoke from Hoseok’s left, shaking his head as he sipped the scotch Jungkook had handed him.

“But now we have an outside opinion.” Jimin raised his glass in gesture to Y/N, winking at her. “Can’t be the worst place.”

“Aren’t you a little bias though?” Min Yoongi, who still sat on the edge of his seat, looked at Jimin with a smirk. “I mean we can all appreciate a nice pair of breast but even you shouldn’t be bias to the tits you see every day.”

“At least I have tits to stare at, Hyung.” Jimin leaned happily against the bar with his drink, seeming to toast to Yoongi. “Stuck on the streets where you are, I’d rather you shoot me now.”

Y/N didn’t recognising Yoongi until he saw the rest of them. He was a ghost, almost quite literally. You never saw him unless he wanted you to, he never let you know when he was going to attack. He was a sharpshooter; he was the type of man that you would always want to watch your back. Min Yoongi was the one of the most lethal men sitting in the room, and he was joking about Y/N’s boobs.

Before anyone spoke, Y/N noticed how the room suddenly shifted, it got tense and almost dark. Y/N saw how Jungkook sniffed the air, standing from his seat, a deep growl clawing from his chest. Jin, who was once relaxed, shoot up to his feet, pushing Y/N behind him, her eyes peaking over his shoulders as they all seemed to moved into a position, of sorts, around Y/N.

“Why do they always send corpses?” Yoongi, who was the closest to Y/N and Jin, sighed as if he were bored.

The door burst open, a blur rushed through the doors and a voice spoke from behind YN; “Because we’re bottles of fun.”

Y/N hadn’t turned around, but she knew what was behind her, could feel the cold, death of the body behind her. Everything happened so fast, fast enough that everything was sorted out by the time Y/N’s drink smashed on the floor besides her feet.

Y/N could feel it, the life forces in the room, only 5, which meant that 2 of the 7 were just like those who surrounded them. Vampires.

From the claws, the growls Y/N could feel Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook. Their own life force connected to one another, pack, protect the pack. Werewolves.

Taehyung and Hoseok seemed to enjoy it most, they seemed to still be smiling and Y/N could feel why. They were connected to the earth and the stars and the water as much as she was. Fae Folk.

Y/N made eye contact with Jimin then, he seemed to be checking in on her. He and Yoongi barely moved, they didn’t even breath. Y/N had them figure out, so it was time for her to do what she was meant to do.

The glass in her hand dropped and no one could move a muscle. Y/N stepped back a little, enough to turn her body hold her hand out to the vampire behind her who had spoken. A beautiful woman looked into Y/N’s eyes with a smirk, before widening in fear as she saw the sparks fly around Y/N’s hands.

The sparks were purple and ancient and the death of many in that room that night. Y/N found it easy to lock onto who she needed to, her eyes changed as she whispered and incantation under her breath before she moved like the ocean would against the shore. One by one the vampires dropped, meeting a true death as they burned into the floor as if the sun had caressed their flesh. The molten puddles of blood drifted against the floors as did her drink now at her feet.

Taking a calming breath, Y/N centred herself before she looked back up to the room full of men who stared at her wide eyes. Only then did they see it.

The witches mark.

An ancient mark that had been lost over the centuries. The last known witch to ever walk the earth was nearly 300 years ago, the horns that sat atop the witches head now sat, forgotten, a prize to the vampire king. Yet here was Y/N, and her mark was clearer now than ever before.

The blue of her eyes had become clearer, like a storm on the sea. Around her eyes, like every time she used her magic, different blues graced her skin, her scales. Even her ears seems to point a little more like Taehyung and Hoseok they noticed. The water that was a current on her body swayed, sensing to feel if there were anymore coming, if they were in any more danger.

“It would see I have a bit of explaining to do.”

Y/N couldn’t hide anymore. She just sent out a very loud, very public signal to all who magic touched. She knew that everyone in the building, everyone within a 200-mile radius would have felt the shift in the air. She knew they would talk, would question, would find Y/N. She also knew that the men in front of her were the best option at protection.

And from the looks of each man staring at her, she needed to explain quickly.

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autistic-stedebonnet · 4 years

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Mako’s Journey in Learning to Love Theater Kids

chapter 1

Chapter 3/?

In which Mako doesn’t cry, and that’s not necessarily a good thing

Mako did not like Wu one bit. He did not like how Wu would blow his curls up when they got in his face, in fact, he despised Wu’s curls and how soft they looked. He hated that Wu’s smile was almost blinding, and that his laugh was big and jovial and nothing like what he’d expect from someone who was clearly very wealthy and well-raised. Nope. Wu was obnoxious and loud and way too...touchy. There was not a single flutter in his stomach when Wu grabbed his bicep to show him something. And he did not feel suspiciously similar around Wu to how he’d felt when he first met Korra.

“You and Wu seemed to hit it off.”

Mako whipped his head around in horror to face a smirking Bolin. “What?! We didn’t- he just- he wouldn’t leave me alone!”

Bolin’s face softened and he lay a hand on Mako’s shoulder. “Hey. You know I’ll love you no matter what, right?”

“Bolin-”

“Seriously. If you like Wu, it’s fine Mako. There’s nothing wrong with-”

“I don’t!” Mako cried, trying to ignore his heart sitting at the bottom of his stomach. “Like Wu. I don’t like him. I’m…” No, he was not going to cry. Mako did not cry, or get confused, or falter on anything. Mako was composed and strong. “I’m straight.” He’d made an attempt to sound content and unwavering, but his voice cracked on the last word and his eyes burned. Stop it Mako, this is stupid.

Bolin dropped it and the car ride home was silent. --- Mako had been to the Earth Kingdom once. A little over a year before his parents were killed, his family had taken a trip to Ba Sing Se. Apparently his father had to do some work there, but Mako didn’t really remember that part. He wished he did. Anyway, Mako kinda hated the city. Everything was so rigid and divided and there was something unsettling in the very air, something he couldn’t quite pinpoint. He was only 7, but he knew it was wrong, separating people like this. He hated it and he wanted to go home.

About a week into the vacation, he’d gotten lost while out in the busy shopping center of the middle ring (his family wasn’t rich, but they were well off enough to afford a hotel room in the middle ring.) Practical even at 7 years old, Mako had planted himself at the front of a little tea shop and held his head high to try and seem intimidating. He’d tugged on the sleeve of the shop owner and asked in his most mature voice if the man could use the loudspeaker to report Mako’s location so his family could find him. And he waited.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but it wasn’t his fault that they people at the table near him were talking so loudly.

“...hear what happened in the fire nation last month?”

“Yes! It’s revolting.”

Mako strained his ears, he wanted to know what was revolting!

“The fire nation citizens are practically rejoicing, the poor souls can’t even recognize how unnatural it is.”

“Legalizing same sex marriage.” The person had scoffed very loudly. “Next thing we know they’ll be letting us marry furniture.”

Mako’s parents, and Bolin had walked in after that, hugging Mako in relief and scolding him for wandering off. Mako took it all in stride, like any 7 year old would, and went right back to his trip. But that overheard conversation stuck with him, whether he entirely realized it or not. It stuck with him at 8 when he found himself thinking that boy in his class was pretty, and at 13 when he found himself wanting to run his hands through the hair of a boy that he and Bolin hung around for a brief time. Even after those old-fashioned, bigoted notions had been set right, and after he saw Korra and Asami so happy together, it stuck with him. Maybe not in the way that made him actively hate gay people, but certainly in the way that made him sub-consciously hate himself. --- Bolin’s selfless act of dropping the subject didn’t last very long, nor did it stay very private, as he announced over breakfast the next morning: “So, Mako, I’ve decided to invite Wu over today. To, y’know hang out.”

Mako promptly choked on his moon peach and turned to his brother in dismay, still coughing violently. “You- why???” He cried.

“Well, he’s my friend!” Bolin replied grinning horrifyingly large.

“No he’s- Bolin you hate him!”

Lin, who had been sitting at the end of the table quietly, raised an eyebrow and Mako was sure that she was once again, wondering what possessed her to take them in 3 years ago. “Isn’t Wu that annoying little shit that paid his way into the advanced theater class?”

“He didn’t-”

“That’s the one,” Bolin replied, shoving the remainder of his food in his mouth.

Lin groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine, but keep Mako’s little boyfriend out of my way.”

“Lin!” Mako shouted. “He’s not- I just met him- I’m-”

“You’re straight, yup, I said the same thing when I was your age.” She clapped Mako on the shoulder and smiled in the same strange way she did when she was about to try and fail to give him advice. Like someone had pinned boulders to each of her feet and was threatening to kill her if she didn’t smile. --- Mako didn’t give a fuck what he was wearing that day. He had not picked out that one shirt that he’d accidentally crashed into a perfume barrel while wearing that one time because it still smelled like jasmine. Well, not on purpose anyway. In his defense, it was a nice shirt; a soft, black button up with red stitching and buttons that he’d been given as a gift last year. He adjusted the collar, which had a habit of sticking out in all the wrong ways, and debated on whether or not to tuck it into his loose, grey jeans. The ones he’d bought right after receiving his first ever paycheck working at Narook’s. They weren’t much, but they were durable and- what? Why is he thinking about his clothes? He’s not trying to impress anyone, spirits! Mako groaned and buried his face in his hands. Stupid, Mako, you have no reason to dress up… Maybe do slip on that nice red coat though- no! He stopped himself before kicking a hole in the wall, deciding on a simple sigh of defeat and sinking to the ground fighting back tears that were pricking threateningly at the corners of his eyes. This was absurd. He didn’t like Wu, hell he could hardly tolerate him. That was a lie, that was a lie and he knew it. But hey, internalized homophobia will do that to you, won’t it?

Mako wiped furiously at his eyes, gritting his teeth, because this was ridiculous! I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m straight, I’m… He shut his eyes as tight as he could manage, locking his thoughts away neatly in a box, like he did with all significant emotions. If it wasn’t about school or survival it was unimportant, trivial. He locked it away with his anxieties about Lin getting tired of him and kicking him out, his memories from before it all went to shit, and everything else. He was not having a sexuality crisis, nope!

“Mako?” Bolin knocked gently on the door, but as was customary with them, it was more of a warning than a question. He walked in and upon seeing Mako curled up in the corner, sat beside him. “Mako-”

“I don’t wanna talk.”

“Mako that’s what you always say when you really need to talk but don’t know how,”

“No it’s not.”

“Yea, it is, dude. C’mon, you know I’ve just been messing with you.”

“Yea.”

“Mako!” Bolin’s face was crunched up exactly how it always was when Mako got like this. “I don’t see why you can’t just talk to me! Do you think I’m gonna judge you for whatever emotions you’re failing at hiding?”

“Bolin…” Mako’s mouth hung open, but he couldn’t make the words come out. “It’s just.” He hardened his jaw and breathed in slowly, steadily. “It’s…”

“I know. Well actually, technically I don’t, but uh… I can try, I guess.” He sighed as if searching for the right words. “Look Mako, I have no idea what you’re going through right now, but we’re brothers. You can talk to me. I understand not telling Lin, cause she’s not exactly Ms. Advice, but you can tell me things.”

“I know,” Mako whispered, but his tone was stiff. He wasn’t gonna talk about it, not yet at least. But it was nice, knowing for sure that no one was gonna hate him when he finally was ready to talk. Not that he didn’t know that before, but…

“I’m gonna go, and… uh, Wu couldn’t make it, by the way. He’s busy. But I didn’t think you’d wanna have anyone over right now… anyway.”

Mako watched as the door shut behind Bolin and he leaned back until his head rested on the cold wall. He wondered if he might get stuck there if he stayed still for long enough. He also wondered how long it would take for his brain to sort things out. Lastly, he wondered if it was possible to go to Ba Sing Se to find those people that had single-handedly ignited a flame in his mind that over the years, had grown into a fire large enough to seep into all his thoughts and emotions and burn them to ash. He wanted to hit those people. He wanted to cry full on, big, ugly tears and not feel guilty about it. He wanted to stop feeling guilty about everything, blaming it all on himself because it was easier to carry the burden of everyone’s mistakes than to face his own demons that couldn’t seem to shut the fuck up. --- “You heard from that Lee girl recently?”

“Nope. Not since she started running numbers for the Agni Kais.”

“The Agni Kais? But isn’t she…”

A soft, almost mournful chuckle rang through the alley. Mako pressed himself further against the crates. He’d just come to get some food for Bolin, he hadn’t meant to run straight into Triple Threat Triad territory. But this conversation didn’t seem threatening at all. It seemed sad.

“Yea, she was. I heard they didn’t take too kindly to it. Don’t know why she joined to begin with. ‘S no secret the Agni Kais won’t hesitate to strike down anyone like her.”

“Desperate for money, the girl was almost starved.”

“Probably. I would’ve given her somethin’.”

“You…”

“Don’t go ‘round telling people, but I got a soft spot for the kid. She was smart, that little girlfriend of hers too.”

Mako’s heart was spiraling in his chest. Strike down people like her, little girlfriend… he felt like he was gonna be sick. He knew Lee. She was just a couple years older than him, had only been on the streets for two months after he parents had kicked her out. She was the only homeless kid he knew that had a phone, and she’d let him play games on it when he got overwhelmed. And she was gone. They’d done what? Killed her just cause she liked girls. They hurt people like her. They hurt people like that. They… he curled in on himself, biting his lip to stop the tears. They hurt people like him. --- Mako hadn’t smoked since he was 15. He’d picked up the habit when he was young and stupid and so so scared. It’d helped with the emotions that were too big and too complicated. But a couple years ago, Lin had found his cigarette stash and fake ID. She confiscated it all, saying that she may have no clue what she was doing, but she sure as hell knew that 15 year olds weren’t supposed to be smoking. That was the end of it. It was easier anyway, to not smoke. It was easier when he had a roof over his head and a guaranteed meal every night.

It wasn’t hard to get more, he knew that Lin kept some stashed away for when her sister came to visit and she needed an excuse to go outside, away from everyone. Su said it was a disgusting habit, and Lin would point out that Su hadn’t thought that when she was 16. Mako always tuned out the argument right about then.

The smoke plumed around him and he began to remember how he got addicted to this stuff. There was ash, sparks in his throat and he wondered if he would breathe fire when he exhaled. Wondered if a flame licking at his throat would make him feel alive in the way that didn’t terrify him.

He had planted himself on the roof of the apartment building, knowing that he could easily lean back the wrong way and go tumbling off. He considered it for a moment, then took another drag on his cigarette. It was cold and he’d left his coat inside. He brought the withering cigarette up to his hand, almost leaving a burn mark on his palm, desperate for warmth. Maybe if he stayed out here long enough, the smoke would consume him until he was ash in the wind. Maybe that would be easier.

---

chapter 4

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minnie-marvel · 6 years

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Night Terrors (Loki x Reader) Part 2

All your life you have lived with the strange ability to walk and manipulate the dreams of others. Your power helped you receive a job as a personal dream therapist for Tony Stark who eventually offered you the same position for the rest of his team at the Avenger’s tower. When you enter into Thor’s dream to pacify his nightmare he is impressed with your abilities and gives you a challenge: to help remedy his brother’s nightmares which are apparently a thousand times worse.

Loki x Reader

Words: 4,279

Part 1

A/N: Whoooooooo nelly thats a lotta angst!

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Loki Odinson was the one person in the compound you would have rather not have to talk to on a daily basis. That wasn’t much of a challenge either, seeing as he blatantly disliked every Avenger in the tower beside his brother(and even then they tended to fight quite often). So when Thor asked you to use your powers to cure Loki’s nightmares, you knew that it could only lead to trouble. But this was Thor you were talking about. He was the first person to make you feel like you weren’t an outsider in the tower, and for that, you owed him a lot. He was always a good friend to you and supported you through all your emotional ups and downs. Seeing into people’s worst nightmares took a lasting toll on you; it made you miserable to be upset over trivial matters when you were surrounded by people who suffered and lost so much. At your worst, you could spend days on end in your room without eating. Thor was the one to first take notice of your absence and could cheer you up through his impeccable advice and (as much as it broke your spine each and every time) his famed hugs. You just couldn’t say no to him, especially after going into his dreams without permission like you had the night before.

You swallowed down hard standing in front of Loki’s door, which was only a few down from Thor’s room. You could feel your expression twist into something unnaturally uncomfortable as your fist rose up against Loki’s door. You knew Thor’s intentions were completely pure and out of well being but it didn’t make what you were about to do any easier. You prayed that Loki would happen to be out for the evening as you gave three knocks on his door.

Unfortunately, those prayers weren’t answered.

The door slid open softly and the trickster god appeared staring down at you with bright eyes that seemed to glisten like emeralds. Truth be told, this was your first time actually interacting with him one on one. Loki wasn’t one for social interaction, especially with the other tower-mates. And you? Well, you just didn’t want to get stabbed if you happened to say something unintentionally offensive. You kept your distance from Loki just as he did with you; it was mutual.

“Do you need something?” His expression looked bored with a twinge of annoyance.

Oh yeah. Words were a thing.

“A-Ah right! Sorry to bother you Loki, I know you don’t really like to be disturbed and that people generally annoy you, especially Midgardians because you think they’re below you-”

“Will you spit it out already woman!” He snapped, promptly folding his arms over one another. You flinched at his voice and instinctively raised your hands while taking a step back. ‘Do it for Thor!’ You thought.

“Right...” You coughed awkwardly to compose yourself. “We actually haven’t met before… my name is Y/N and I’ve been working at the tower for a month now as a dream therapist.” You wrung your hands together as you started.

“Dream therapist?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You gave an earnest nod.

“My abilities allow me to walk in people’s dreams. I use it to help people with their nightmares,” Loki took two fingers and started to massage one of his temples.

“Right… you’re that little dream eating witch that sticks around my oaf of a brother…” Loki sighed before lowering his hand from his face. He rolled his eyes continuing. “I suppose I should thank you for keeping that idiot Thor out of my hair…” You felt your confidence rise. Okay, so he was essentially insulting your best friend but at least he wasn’t stabbing you like you thought he would!

His eyes landed on yours again. “Then again, now you are in my hair… so I guess there’s no need to thank you for anything really now is there?” You felt your shoulders drop. Ah yes, there was the kicker. You pursed your lips together and felt your fists ball gradually. Thor had warned you that Loki generally didn’t agree with anyone unless they proved they were his equal or higher. So all you had to do was just be assertive right?

“Look Loki,” You paused to see his eyes widen slightly at your sudden boldness. “I’m not doing this because I want to. I’m doing this because Thor asked me too and because technically it’s a part of my job. So I’m just going to get straight to the point so that you can either accept my help or deny it and we can get back to just….pretending we don’t exist,” You saw his posture straighten (if that was possible, Loki tended to be in the perfect prince position at any given moment)and you continued. “So, I’m going to ask you one more time, just once. Would you like me to begin analyzing and neutralizing your nightmares?”

Nothing was said for moments and you felt your raging courage dwindle to that of a small lamb. Loki must have sensed your change in demeanor because his eyes seemed to squint and glimmer with something absolutely wicked. Loki’s body shifted and leaned in close to you your faces suddenly only having a small amount of space between them.

“So you say you do this on behalf of Thor?” He asked each end of his word sounding like a hissing snake. “Then tell that idiot these words verbatim: You needn’t worry about me or my dreams whatever they may be. To send a spineless Midgardian in your place is beneath you,” You felt your heart drop. You knew this was to be expected from Loki but damn… he was ruthless even to someone sent from his brother. You had thought that this fact alone might have softened his usual venomous tendencies.You didn’t even have a chance to fire a response back before his eyes lowered at you again shooting daggers at you. “Do I make myself clear dream-eating witch?”

You inhaled deeply. If you tried to say anything you thought you would have cried by sheer anger and embarrassment. Your clenched fists relaxed suddenly and you exhaled collecting yourself. This was Loki. This was all to have been expected from approaching him. His comments mean nothing, and he is a self-absorbed brat. You were better than him and that was all you needed to know.

“Have a nice day Loki.” You said with an unnatural pleasant tone. You turned your back on him swiftly walking in the other direction. Loki watched you with traces of a pout on his face. “Well, she’s no fun.” He muttered to himself before going back to his room. He would have at least like to have seen a tear or two on you before you left.

You walked straight into Thor’s door swinging it open yourself instead of letting Tony’s technology do it for you. The god laid on his back watching American Ninja Warrior from his bed. You didn’t even bother saying hi and instead leaped over his body and flopped on his bed face first into his plush blankets.

“Sooo…” Thor began not taking his eyes off the screen. “How did it go?”

“Your brother is an asshole Thor,” You muffled out from the comforter. You raised your head from his blankets and lifted a finger in the air making the snootiest expression you could muster. “Tell that idiot these words verbatim: You needn’t worry about me or my dreams whatever they may be. To send a spineless Midgardian in your place is beneath you,” You mocked Loki butchering his Asgardian accent terribly. Thor sat up slowly turning off the television. “He can be like that,” He muttered.

“Then why did you even send me!” You grabbed a pillow off his bed squeezing it to your chest trying to remedy the ache Loki’s insults had given you. “He’s just impossible to talk to, and he’s so rude!” You added, disgusted. “How can the two of you be brothers when you’re nothing alike!”

“I like to think that I’m the good brother,” Thor shrugged with a grin. “Trust me, you are.” You groaned falling back onto his bed still holding his pillow tight.

“Worry not Y/N,” Thor began laying back on his headboard. “Loki is just abrasive at first glance. I’m sure of it. You just need to show him that you’re not afraid of a little mischief.” He explained turning on the television again. He flipped through the channels until he found the bachelorette. His smile widened and he nudged your body quickly. “Look our favorite!” He said excitedly. You groaned loudly. “I’m pretty sure it’s just your favorite Thor.” You sighed. Regardless, you sat up alongside him with his pillow. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but Thor, but you secretly did like the show and its ridiculous drama.

“Cheer up Y/N, at least now you know the two of you will never need to speak with one another again!”

“Yeah…” you sighed. “I guess you’re right.” You shrugged before the two of you started tuning in to the program.

You both were terribly wrong.

It started with something simple, something so odd that you almost didn’t connect the dots at first. Almost.

You were walking into the living room to join Steve in watching an old flick when you suddenly slammed into something hard knocking you onto the floor.

“JESUS!!” You shouted feeling at your forehead. Was that a knot forming or were you just being paranoid? Steve immediately got up from his seat to offer you a hand. “Y/N! You alright? You seemed to just drop out of nowhere…” You shook your head trying to clear your thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine I don’t know what-” You felt your body thud against something again while still holding onto Steve. You stared at him confused and frightened. “What in the world…” You muttered. Your eyebrows furrowed and you took a step back.

“It’s like an invisible wall or something!!” You said touching the clear but definitely solid wall in front of you.“You think maybe it’s a new feature Tony added?” you asked. Steve looked almost as confused as you as he reached his hand through the ‘invisible wall’.

“Well, whatever’s happening here, is only affecting you Y/N.” Your lips pursed as you took one fist in your hand and cracked your knuckles frustrated. “I’m gonna punch it.” You concluded as you cracked your other hand.

“Uh Y/N are you sure that’s a good idea-” Steve didn’t get to finish his sentence as your fist went sailing straight through the invisible wall and into his cheek. You blinked now that the invisible force field was clearly gone but at the price of Steve’s face. He didn’t even blink as you slowly lowered your fist from his jaw.

You had just slugged Captain fucking America straight in his face.

“Oh my god.” Was all you could say.

“Y/N It’s fine I’ve taken stronger punches than that-”

“Oh, my GOD.”

“Y/N I didn’t even feel it honest-”

You were practically hyperventilating. “But the wall! I-It was right there!! I swear it was there!!” You shouted holding your face in your hands now. “You saw it right Steve??” He looked away awkwardly now scratching the back of his head. “Well, I did see you fall over quite a few times today… are you sure you’re alright Y/N?” You could tell his concern was genuine, but it only made you feel worse. You weren’t imagining things, you were sure that that wall was there! Regardless, you decided that rather than freak Cap out anymore you might as well just go back to your room.

“I think I need to just… take a nap.” You concluded turning back. “I’ll watch a movie with you another time okay Steve?”

He nodded sitting back on the couch utterly perplexed. “Alrighty Y/N…get some rest okay?”

“You’ve got it…” You folded your arms over your chest as you started to make your way back to your room. While you walked you saw Loki quickly pass by book in hand as he made his way into the kitchen. You froze in your tracks instantly turning to look at him. He was fishing through the fridge for a pitcher of water to fill up a glass cup. Your eyes squinted incredulously at Loki and a frown formed on your lips. You sucked in a breath and kept walking to your room. You weren’t causing a scene, that’s exactly what he wanted from you and you sure as hell were not going to give him the satisfaction. However, the little fits of ‘mischief’ didn’t stop there.

You had found a snake in your bed the next morning.

You screamed loudly flying out of your bed throwing any and all furniture in your possession at the slithering creature. Thor, of course, was the first to burst in your room.

“Y/N!! WHAT HAPPENED?!” He bellowed before his eyes landed on the snake. You hid behind Thor quickly jumping onto his back practically digging your nails into his skin so you wouldn’t be able to fall off.

“SNAKE!!” You screeched picking up a nearby towel throwing it at the reptile. Thor’s eyes lowered and he grabbed your small body from his, lifting you up into the air and promptly setting you on the ground gently. He slowly made his way to the snake leaning down to its hissing body.

“Loki!” He hissed in a harsh whisper. “Loki is that you?!”

“LOKI?!” You screamed even louder now. Thor put a hand up as a cue for you to settle down. He suddenly shook his head and lifted the snake from the ground opening your bedroom window. “Not Loki,” he confirmed as he observed the snake carefully before he dropped it out of the window. “Definitely would have stabbed me by now.” He said turning back to you. “It probably was Loki who set the snake there although.” He said simply walking past you.

“What the hell Thor?!” You shouted. “How are you so calm about this he put a snake in my bed!!” You were still pointing at the spot where the snake had first appeared. Thor let out a laugh before patting your shoulder. “Ah Y/N, he does this only to get a reaction out of you. You’re new to his tricks so he’s still able to fool you with such mediocre gimmicks.” He explained. “Don’t let him get under your skin or he’ll only try to continue to swindle you,” He left your room, leaving you to clean up the mess that you had made thanks to Loki.

You sighed and lifted your furniture off of the floor placing each piece in its original place. Among your furniture, you had lifted a large dream catcher from the floor. You looked it over carefully making sure that none of its delicately woven strings were broken, or that any feathers had fallen off. You sighed in relief. It looked like it was okay.

The dream catcher was a gift from your mother for one of your birthdays when you were still just a child. You had first learned of your powers through her. As a child, you crept through her dreams almost every night and spent your time tending to the gardens that she grew in her dreams. When your mother had nightmares you would wish desperately for her to feel better and soon were able to give her peace by making simple demands through her dreams. The dream catcher was something that reminded you of her and your family that you had left behind in order to help Tony and the Avengers. You still talked with them often through calls or video chats but it wasn’t the same. At times it seemed like the dream catcher was the one absolute that still existed between you and your family.

You set the dream catcher safely over the headboard of your bed. “At least I didn’t ruin you.” You stupidly said out loud before returning to the rest of your things.

The final straw was pulled when Loki thought it would be a fun joke to set another illusion in your room. It was low scale in comparison to the live snake he had actually put in your bed the day before, but the emotional impact was far worse.

You were writing at your desk, calm. In fact with everything that had occurred within the past couple of days, it had been the calmest you had been in a while. The window was wide open when you heard a loud fluttering from the back of your room. Your head snapped in the direction of the noise to see a large black crow flying in your room. Your heart nearly stopped. It was going for your dream catcher.

You bolted from your desk and rushed towards the bird waving your hands wildly. “Get out of here!!” You shouted trying to coerce it into flying out the window. Instead, it picked at the dream catcher’s feathers plucking them off the ring as if it were enacting revenge on whoever’s wings had been used for it. “Stop!!” You begged as the bird plucked at the web in the middle snapping one of its strings. You swatted at the bird to try and move it through brute force but when your hand went to touch the flying fiend, it phased through like a hologram, Or more specifically, an illusion.

Now, you had been known to be a person who was quiet and peaceful. Being that you focused on your powers so often, people thought that you were usually too drowsy to deal with most of the world’s problems (and in some cases, they would be right!). But today was different. Loki had finally made you snap and you were finally going to give him the reaction he apparently so desperately wanted.

You barreled down the hall fire and fury practically coursing through your veins. You couldn’t hear if anyone tried to approach you while you sped through the hall, in your mind they had all became background noise. You found yourself at his door. Loki’s stupid solid sliding closed door. You slammed your fist into it not once, twice or three times, but at least seven times before he threw it open with an anger that seemed to be a small flame in comparison to your bonfire of anger.

“Are you mad?! Just what-”

“SHUT UP!” You shouted over him easily grabbing at his shirt tightly bringing it close to you. You stared him in the face as if you had no fear of your own death (which in this case you did, after all, Loki probably could have stabbed you at any moment).

“I am SICK and TIRED of you treating me like one of your practical jokes Loki!” You screamed in his face. Your expressions were both equally angered but your voice held a wrath that Loki couldn’t get out without you cutting him off almost immediately.

“Now if you don’t want to accept my therapy, FINE! I am under no obligation to force you to do anything! But don’t punk me and treat me like some sort of idiot because your brother actually gives a damn about you and asked me to see if you needed help!” You let go of his collar roughly breathing heavily as your anger still hadn’t subsided.

“Now leave me the HELL ALONE!” You growled turning on your heels promptly.

Now that you had properly exploded on Loki everyone else was finally fading into view. Thor looked like he had been slapped across the face as he saw you storm past him in rare form. You slammed your door behind you as you entered your room. You looked around wildly threatening to punch or kick or throw something, anything. You needed to enact your revenge as soon as possible. If Loki thought you would be mild-mannered to him after this night he was dead wrong. Your eyes landed on the dream catcher on the wall and you stared at it for what seemed like years, your decision finally set.

Screw your number one rule. If Loki was going to use his powers to pick on you, then you would do the same to him.

You waited until deep into the night where you could hear nothing in the tower except for the sound of your own rigid breaths. You were still fuming mad about all the tricks Loki had pulled on you. You stepped out of your room in the tower silently moving through the hall like a shadow cast by the moon’s light that shone through the occasional window.

Despite all the doors being almost identical, your brain was able to remind you where to stop in order for you to find the trickster’s room. You plopped yourself right outside of his door and sat as comfortable as you possibly could, blinking three times before finding yourself in the Doorway.

You sucked in a breath. Given your current relationship with Loki, you wouldn’t be surprised if his door was miles away. That didn’t stop you though; you were determined to scare him out of his wits. You started walking past every door that was familiar to you, not paying attention to anything but your blinding rage. You were through with being Loki’s toy, it was time for him to pay for all the disasters he had caused you in the last days. You felt yourself stop suddenly in your tracks looking around for a moment. The Doorway had suddenly become cold.

You laughed to yourself. “Must be a metaphor for his cold dead heart.” You thought aloud before trudging forward. A door slowly came into view, a large double door that was painted green and covered in a fresh coat of frost. It was even more ornate than Thor’s its handles were seemingly crystal and the post looked to be a huge ice crystal that had a faint blue glow to it. You rolled your eyes, the colors didn’t even match (At this point you were just being petty in trying to find anything to keep your anger fueled). You slowly creaked the doors open as soft as you possibly could, to sneak into Loki’s dreamscape.

When you ensured the security of your position you looked up. You seemed to be in some sort of palace. You looked into the room confused and saw Loki’s figure standing before an old man sitting on a golden throne. Careful not to be seen or caught you stepped lightly behind a large pillar only taking quick glances to see and hear what Loki’s dream had to tell him.

“You, are an abomination.” The words were as cold as the ice that surrounded Loki’s door. You felt your jaw clench as you saw the man stare at Loki with utter disgust.

“You have ruined me for the last time Loki,” he continued. “Since your birth, you have done nothing for me but been a poisonous thorn in my side…All you do is steal from others in order to better yourself.”

You could feel the regret instantly set in your stomach as you watched silently behind the pillar. You weren’t supposed to be here. Loki looked up suddenly finally lifting his gaze from the floor to the man. “Father-”

“SILENCE!” The king bellowed. You knew who this man was now despite never seeing him until this moment. “You have no right to speak in my presence after what you’ve done to me, after what you’ve done to your mother!”

Loki slowly craned his neck back to the floor in shame.

“Leading those brutes to the throne, leading them to your mother to have her be slaughtered by them! Stealing what little energy I had left inside myself to give yourself a throne.” Odin turned his gaze away as if he were too revolted to even look at his own son. “The only thing you have brought to this family Loki is ruin.”

You knew that Loki had been absolutely terrible to you, and you had no reason to forgive him, but the utter hatred that rang clear in Odin’s voice was enough to make you wish you hadn’t broken your sacred rule.

“May you always live in the depths of Thor’s ever-growing shadow…while he lives in the sun high above, you will always be left cowering behind him in darkness.” He slammed his staff onto the ground loudly its thud echoing in the throne room. “You are nothing. You deserve nothing. And you will continue to be this way until you grace this earth with your death,” You felt a pang in your heart and tried to hold back your breaths. Even if you did hate Loki, these words were uncalled for, especially from the person he called father.

“I will bless you with this one gift you may bring to this world.” Odin stood from his throne and slowly descended the steps from it to Loki. “Kneel Loki.” He commanded raising his staff in the air. Your hand rose to your mouth as you silently shook your head. Odin slowly raised his staff above his head his eyes flashing an expression of hate you would pray you never would be able to see.

You blinked three times suddenly and found yourself still sitting in front of Loki’s room your heart beating out of control. You felt something cool slowly trickle down the sides of your cheeks and brought a finger to them touching your face gently.

They were tears.

Part 3

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Return to Crimson Peak Pt 4

Return to Crimson Peak

Disclaimer: This story is written as a sequal to Crimson Peak. If you couldn’t handle the original story, please don’t read, because that would be dumb.

Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Mini Series Halloween

The slight creaking of floor panels, the sudden jolt of something running through the pipes in the walls, followed by eery, unnatural silence.

All the through the night, that’s all I heard. The constant sound of life flowing through a house that had known nothing but death.

I had stayed quiet, kept my eyes close, certain that if I ignored it, the nagging terror in the back of my mind would cease.

I just wanted to go to sleep.

But it was in that last moment of consciousness that I heard it. Faint but so distinctive I would know it anywhere.

My phone had just received a text.

Popping back to life, I scooped up my cell and praised to the Verizon Gods for bestowing me with enough signal to try and communicate with the outside world.

But when I opened the lock screen, I stopped.

The sender information read across the top: (028) **** - 6609, Belfast, Ireland.

I didn’t know anyone from Ireland.

I wrinkled my brow but clicked ‘open’, my blood turning to ice in my veins as I read, “Get. Out. Now.” down the message. No subtext. No name.

I jumped from my bed and ran out my bedroom door to Luke’s room. “Luke!” I begged, “Luke, open the door!” My fists pounded on the door in loud unison like a war drump. “Luke!”

In the corner of my eye, I caught movement. It caused me to freeze, my mind running rampant but my body unable to process a single thought. More movement, accompanied by a loud thump.

I moved, slowly, knowing that once I saw what was coming, I couldn’t deny it anymore. Any of it.

As my head rotated around, my heart began to speed up, When I finally saw the body, coated in some type of red gunk, I screamed. The body slowly came towards me, one forced step after another thump. “LUKE!”

I jiggled the knob, trying desperately to get in.

Thump.

Even if it was still in this horrific house, at least in his room I wouldn’t be alone. “Luke, please!”

Thump.

I could hear something on the other side of the door, but still no answer. “OPEN THE DOOR, LUKE!”

Thump.

I closed my eyes tight, whispering to myself, “It’s not real. They’re not real. They’re not real, they can’t hurt me.”

The door flew open and I pushed on through, slamming it closed behind me.

I hadn’t realized how hard I was crying until Luke snapped me out of it with a firm shake. My palms had dug so hard into my eyes that my vision blurred a moment before straightening out.

“What the hell, y/n?”

“Someone text me, and then there was a body in the hall!”

His face contorted in confusion. “What?”

I held my phone up to his face, giving him the extra long minute to read so his slow processing mind could understand before pointing at the door. “And then while I was knocking on your door, something started walking down the hall, covered in red.”

“Like red clay?” Luke exclaimed, his unnerving excitement sending a shiver down my spine. “That’s how they used to dispose of the wives. The Sharpes? Remember? They would leave their bodies in the clay wells in the cellar!”

Luke pushed me to the side and flung the door open despite my protests. But there was no one there.

“Dammit, how come you’re the only one who keeps seeing the cool stuff?”

“Why are you acting like this is great? I’ve been laying in my bed freaking out hearing all kinds of spooky shit! If this house is really haunted like in the book, then it’s only a matter of time before something happens to us, we need to leave...”

“Why are you so scared, it’s obviously fake?”

I narrowed my eyes and set my hands on my hips. “You think what I’m seeing is fake?”

“Y/n. Seriously. Why would a ghost call you?” he reasoned. I bit my lip, knowing that it made absolutely no sense. “Come on, think about it. It’s a marketing scheme. Your number is in their system, they obviously text you that message to freak you out. They’re probably what caused all the weird shit you’ve been hearing. If we, the great great whatever grandkids of Edith Cushing have a crazy experience here, maybe write a book or a blog about it, surely they’ll pick up business, right?”

I couldn’t believe his reasoning was so clear. He had wanted to believe all this far more than I did, but as far as he was concerned, none of what I saw was real.

I stood there trying to sort through what to do next when he pulled me into an unexpected hug. “You wanna stay in my room tonight, scaredy cat?”

I mumbled yes under my breath and we settled in for the night. I kept my phone in my hand all night, trying hard to feel as strongly resolved as Luke, but finding myself unable to shake the feeling that we shouldn’t be here.

~~~~~

I didn’t remember falling asleep but I woke up to a sharp pain my stomach. I grunted before finally coughing, hard. Luke was disturbed and sat up beside me, patting me on the back. “Are you okay?”

“I think my nerves got me sick,” I told him, feeling my face to check for a fever.

“You’re fine, just need something to eat. Let’s go check out the complementary open kitchen.”

One of the selling points of the Allerdale Hall was their meal plan: open kitchen. Some foods were supposed to be premade and stored there for the guests to enjoy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. For broke travelers, the price factored into their overnight stay was hard to argue.

Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen had its original gothic charm with some modern upgrades. I was just grateful for the overflowing pantry and fridge.

“I’ll find you something,” Luke offered, “You sit down and take a break.”

I appreciated the sentiment since he wasn’t exactly comforting the night before.

The the rear entrance door flew open and in came the bouncing pink haired owner, Rain. “Good morning, my lovelies!” she sang to us as she passed by. “How was your first night?”

Luke glanced over at me before grinning. “Intense. But satisfactory.”

She gave us her toothless grin before saying, “Glad to hear it!”

I felt myself relax a bit, for what reason I don’t know. Maybe because she looked so untouched by the events I had endured, or because she just had that glow of life about her that I was excited to see. “Yea, the dinner was a nice touch.”

“Oh? What did you guys do?”

Luke and I locked eyes. “The dress up dinner?” Luke pointed out.

Rain’s smile didn’t fade but her head tilted while she asked, “The what?”

He looked at me again but knew before I could speak a word what was going through my mind. “The dress up dinner. With the actors?”

Her smile faded. “Actors?”

“We got an invitation and clothes sent to our rooms?” I pressed, feeling a wave of nausea roll over me. “There were, like, 50 people in the great room. There were actors dressed up as the Sharpes. Are you saying you didn’t send it?”

“No,” she answered, “We don’t do dinners. Everything is ‘serve yourself’. And I certainly don't have the means to get actors to a hotel surrounded by 2 feet of snow.”

Luke laughed as he handed me a glass of orange juice, “Yeah, okay.” But you and Rain weren’t laughing. “So where were you at in this weather?”

“I was home?”

“You don’t live here?” Probably the first real hint of concern in Luke’s voice etched it’s way out this time, and that caught my attention.

“Of course not,” Rain scoffed with a half smile. As her eyes darted between the two of us, she added, “You really think I would buy and live in a haunted house? A ton of people died here, no I’m not doing that. That’s just asking for trouble. My husband and I stay in the trailer Outback.”

“Have you ever stayed the night here?” I asked quickly, needing to know if she had any idea what I could have been seeing the last 12 hours.

She paused. “Yes.”

“And?”

Her eyes went to the floor and she gave another pause, trying to find the words. “I run this house as a job. I like the macabre yea, and Victorian things, sure. But this house.” Her eyes ran around the kitchen, like she was expecting someone else to speak. “It's got a feeling with it. Like there's some dark force boiling thought with the clay…”

Silence. All three of us listening harder to see if anyone else was in the house.

But nothing.

“Can we go down to the cellar to see the clay wells?”

Rain smiled while I felt sicker at the thought. I stifled back a cough, but remember the odd taste of citrus and metal in my mouth.

“Sure ya can,” she encouraged to my dismay. “Let me show you how to go…”

“Absolutely not.” I was firm, and I wasn’t going to change my mind. “I’m not doing that.”

Luke didn’t care, he just shrugged. “I can go with her. You are more than welcome to wait in my room.” He grinned. “Alone.”

I bit my tongue and finished drinking my juice. “Fine.” Hopping from my seat I gave them both a final salute and marched up the stairs. I was not about to go into any cellar in a haunted house.

Absolutely not.

So alone I tracked to my room, sure that if I could just get to my phone and turn on some music to drown out the world around me, I might maintain my sanity.

I was halfway down the hall when I began hearing the strange rattling in the pipes again. I stopped immediately, my eyes following the movement of the rattle down the other hallway with the round mirror. And the room that emitted that strange light.

“Nope,” I thought. “Not today. I am done with this bullshit.”

But when I willed my feet to take me to my room, I couldn’t move. Instead, I started coughing.

Hard.

I leaned over, slightly retching on my own gags, when I felt a hand on my back trying tonsoothe me. Finally catching my breath I whipped my head around and see Sir Thomas Sharpe.

The actor?

Or something else entirely.

“You!” I snapped.

“Yes?” His brow quircked at my tone, his eyes focusing on mine.

“Who the hell are you?”

His tongue swept across his lips as he averted his eyes, trying to come up with a response.

“The owner said no one else was here last night. That she didn’t hire any actors for some dinner party.” I stepped up to him and narrowed my eyes. “So. Explain.” He didn’t answer, instead managing to look completely blank while my aggravation rose. “She said no one is here but her, her husband, me and Luke. Does that mean you’re her husband? If that’s the case, who were the other people at that party?”

“I’m not her husband,”

His tone was so ice cold I shuttered before asking in a low voice, “Then who are you?” He only stared at me with those blue eyes, his nostrils flaring while he ignored my questions. “I know I didn’t imagine that party. I know I didn’t imagine all those people. Luke saw it all, too. So why, then? Why would she say that?”

He didn’t answer and I felt my anger subsiding for fear and confer. “Please just tell me your name. Your real name. Tell me who you really are and what you’re doing here. Because you’re not a hotel guest and you don’t work here.” The tears were heavy, stinging my eyes more and more with each blink.

The rattling in the pipes started agaij, this time further down the hall. I pushed passed Thomas to follow jt, ending up outside of the door i had come to the day before. Light came through the bottom and i could hear distinctive movements on the other side. “If you won't tell me what's going on, I'll find out for myself.”

I could feel him as he got beside me, stopping me just as my hand got to the doorknob.

“Don't.” and again my anger came out.

“What you people are doing isn’t scary. It’s fucked up! It’s not funny, it’s not amusing, its driving me insane and I want it to stop! My brother insists that despite what I’ve seen, this is all fake. He is determined we haven’t experienced anything real and that what I have seen has been a part of some scare tactic to build up business. If that’s true, you people have a lot of nerve pulling this shit…”

I inhaled sharply, the ferocity in my voice so sharp it cut with every word I lashed out. But in the end, I felt myself weaken. Thomas’s eyes were glaring at me now, and I became well aware of just how large a man he was. For all his well spoken, well mannered impression of Sir Thomas Sharpe, this actor had never broken away from character. Even when he scolded me and Luke for the seayonce. And now, staring me down with a clenched jaw, I couldn’t help but feel something inside me twist like what I was looking at was no longer human.

I could see something burning in his eyes and I was made both painfully and frighteningly aware that I could be dealing with something far darker.

He spoke, low and serious, “Do you think it is meant to be amusing, Ms. y/n?” He took a step towards me, his eyes staying focused on my own. “You believe ghosts are meant to bring you amusement? That you can pay a little money, see the oddity, and maybe have something interesting to tell your friends. That ghosts exist here, in the world of the living to souley bring a touch of magic into your otherwise gloomy existence?” I took a step back, so small that it shouldn’t have meant anything, but Thomas reached out and took hold of my wrist. His skin was cold it felt like he wrapped me in dry ice.

It burned.

“No, I’m not done yet! You living come to this home, this place where I was born. Where I lived. Where I died. And you make a mockery of my life, asking with your little rituals to see some glimpse of me, of my sister, only to taunt us.” His grip on my wrist tightened, making me wince. “And you.” He took pause, seeing the tears swelling in my eyes. He didn’t let me go, but I could see the regret. “You.” It was like he snapped out a dream, his eyes lowered and he finally released me. “You should never have come here.”

There was a loud, unmistakable pounding from the other side of the door behind me. My head whipped around to see while my heart raced in my chest. A strong wave of confusion and pain washed over me as I began to cough again, Thomas letting go of me long enough to cough into the back of my hand.

When I stopped, I realized the knocking had ceased and Thomas was gone.

I also noticed another tinge of red on my hand where I coughed.

“Is that blood?”

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Title: New Kid Pairing: N/A Au: St Sea Angel Word Count: 2,359 Rating: K Summary: It's hard enough going to a new school, on top of that, it's even harder to suddenly get enrolled by a boarding school out of the blue.

He felt a little weird about the situation he had been put in. Going to a new school all of a sudden, on top of that a boarding school that sounded a little religious by it name, would be weird enough, but that hadn't been the weirdest part.

One day out of the blue near beginning of the school year there was a knock at the door. It had been around supper time and Ryan had been the one to answer the door and before him stood a man with a suitcase. The man was dressed in black and the way he carried himself seemed pretty odd. Though he didn't really have a "Men-in-black" feel to him, he actually seemed more like a man dressed for a funeral. Despite the odd feeling about him, Ryan let the man inside when he asked to speak to his mother, which she agreed to.

As weird as it felt, he remembered that a week before his mother had received a letter in the mail from a boarding school that was a few towns away. And apparently the man was here to discuss about said letter and the contents within it.

St. Sea Angel's boarding school for boys and girls was a pristine school that had stood for 150 years, and had a habit of reaching out and inviting students to attend, social standing and academic achievements had nothing to do with it though, it was just the way the school was, or so it said in the letter. He hadn't really thought about it since getting the letter, so he wondered why the man was there. Maybe he was there to verify something.

The discussion lasted a short time, and for whatever reason, his mother agreed to the terms, and Ryan was soon enrolled in a school he knew nothing about other than the basic information that came with the letter, and that a car would come to pick him up in a week and that he was allowed to bring his cat, Peaches, as well as whatever luggage he needed.

It felt like something out of a movie, the letter, the man's sudden appearance, and now he was riding in the back of a black car to a place he never heard about. The green eyed teen just hoped this wasn't a plot for a horror movie, because that's what it kinda felt like. Even if he wanted to go home, he was too anxious to ask the driver anything, the man driving was a little creepy, he didn't look it, but Ryan just felt creeped out nonetheless. So he just sat quietly as he stroked his cat's fur as she slept in his lap, reading the letter over a few times while waiting for the long car ride to end.

After about 4 hours of driving, the school came into view.

The school itself did seem a lot different than most schools, for one it was a lot bigger. It was a school that had grade school all the way up to college within it, and dorms that separated them all, the school building and the dormitories had a older style than what Ryan was use to on the outside. Students of all ages were hanging around on the school grounds, there was a small park in the middle of the school too. It really did seem like he was on a set for a movie, it really didn't seem real, and it added to the question, out of anyone they could have reached out to, Ryan wondered why it was him.

The car drove up and stopped in front of one dormitory, the hult of the car snapping the teen out of thought and making him more aware of what was going on outside of the car. There was a young man dressed in the schools uniform waiting on the stepped of the old building, and once the car stopped the young man stood up and walked over to the car as Ryan got out.

"Afternoon," he greeted in a calm voice. Needless to say, close up, the young man was a little intimidating due to the sheer size of him, he looked like he could bench press a full grown cow. "H-Hi..." the smaller teen stuttered slightly. Ryan took a moment to take in the other teens appearance, he had long black hair that was pulled into a ponytail, and unbelievably blue eyes and pale almost white skin, and despite his size, the teen had a gentle atmosphere about him and the way he he smiled.

"Your Ryan right? I'm Otis," the teen greeted keeping his friendly smile, "I'm here to show you around."

The smaller teen nodded, "It's nice to meet you."

After the small exchange Ryan followed the taller teen around the campus, telling him they're take his luggage up to his room, and that his cat would have to stay in his room until everything was verified with the main office, apparently Peaches needed a special tag attached to her collar.

Otis showed him where everything was and how to find his way around, there were signs around the stone trails that went through the campus, showing which way to go when trying to get around, like where the campus shops were, which way to certain buildings, and so on. Ryan asked questions small and Otis answered without a problem. Ryan decided he liked this guy, Otis seemed like a big brother type, and the whole time was friendly and nice in a way that was too genuine to be faked.

Soon he was taken to the main office in the main building for the highschoolers, Ryan was given a class shedule, a dorm key, and that month's allowance, which was given in the form of a student ID that could either be hung around his neck or attached to something like a key chain. The lady warned him not to loose it because it would take a week or so to replace and that he could call to see how much was left on it.

A few other things were explained on they're way back to the dorms, like how dorm hours worked, the rules of the campus, and just the jist of what there was to know.

Ryan was pretty relieved for the most part, other than a few things that still bugged him, the school seemed pretty nice, and it was apparent he had already made a rather helpful friend which was made official when they exchanged numbers. "Ok, that's about it, today's a free day, so you're free to roam around." Otis said pretty much wrapping everything up when the dorms came into view, "You ever need a hand with anything, just let me know, kay?"

"Sure," Ryan agreed happily, but just when the other teen was about to say something a small girl ran up to him and hugged him. "Hi Otis!" she chirped happily up at the tall teen, "Hello Desi, I'm glad to see you," he picked the little girl up, "But what are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Tzili." and almost on que, a teenaged girl with purple dyed hair ran up as a another young girl and what looked like a black german shepherd pup followed close behind, "Sorry!" she shouted catching up, "She saw you and ran off." For a moment Ryan was a little put off by how red the girl's eye coloring was, it seemed a little unnatural to him, but he tried not to judge, she seemed to know Otis pretty well with how well they're small chat flowed so comfortably.

"Otis I'm hungry," Desi chimed in, "Sorry, I tried to feed her earlier, but you know how she is..." Tzili sighed a bit annoyed. "Yea, I know, don't worry about it." Otis turned to Ryan who had been quiet during they're short conversation, "What about you? You hungry?" he asked and the green eyed teen nodded, now that he thought about it, he hadn't eaten since breakfast, and it was already around 2 in the afternoon. "Yea, kinda," he answered a bit shyly.

"Than c'mon, I'll make us something to eat." and without much convincing, Ryan followed the group down a different path.

It didn't take him long to notice that the path they were taking didn't lead to the high school or even the college dorms, which Ryan thought was a bit weird, than he wondered if maybe Otis lived off campus somewhere near by. But the longer they walked, the more he noticed that they weren't leaving the campus, just going somewhere else on it.

"We're going to the special dorms," Ryan flinched as his unasked questions were answered out of the blue, he looked over to see the purple haired girl looking at him over her shoulder, she didn't seem very friendly to be honest. "At this school there are a few special kids who all live in one dorm, which includes me, Otis and the two little ones and a few others." she explained as she looked forward to keep walking.

At one school he attended to when he was younger, he remembered something called the SLP class which was for kids who needed a little extra help, and he guess that's what the special dorms was, though the group ahead of him didn't seem all that needing of special help, well except for the two little girls who seemed to be only in elementary school at the most. But he brushed it off and kept walking until they came up to an old brick building which seemed to be in an area all it's own compared to the other dorms. Again, Ryan found this odd.

The dorm didn't give off a creepy vibe like you would get if you were entering a dangerous place, so he tried not to worry. He had watched a few horror movies, and he didn't get the feeling of danger like when the monster or serial killer was going to pop out at any moment.

Once inside the dorms the two girls darted off down one of the halls as Otis shouted for them to wash up before lunch.

"I hope you don't mind Japanese food, it's sorta a go to thing for me." Otis mentioned as he showed him to the dinning room, Ryan had offered to help make whatever was on the menu, and the other teen accepted the help. "I don't mind, though I cant say I've eaten a lot of it."

"That's fine," Otis handed the smaller teen an apron and the two washed they're hands, "We'll be making a chicken cutlets, rice, with egg on top, and potates and sausages on the side, it's really good and it's one of the few meals I can get the little one to eat willingly."

Ryan followed all of Otis' directions, the older teen showed him how to easily put cheese in the middle of the chicken cutlets before they were breaded and fried. Oddly enough the teen didn't jump back or flinch when the oil popped, but he figured Otis just had thick skin.

Before the cutlets, they made a few other things, like mini sausages with potatoes to go with the steamed rice and cutlets.

After the cutlets were done and cut up, after putting them on the bowls of rice they made some cooked eggs to go on top, while the outsides of the bundles of eggs were cooked well, the side, once cut into so it could cover the top, it was gooey and soft, and looked really good. Needless to say, Ryan had never had something like this, but it had made him twice as hungry as before just looking at it.

After bowls and plates of food were set out Otis reminded the girls that it was hot, and the small group ate they're lunch together.

It was odd, he hadn't been there for very long, but the teen already felt at home. The whole ride he worried about not fitting in and eating alone his first week, but now if felt like a huge weight had disappeared. The meal was hot but really good, and they talked about nothing special, and the chatter flowed so easily too, like they did it everyday. It was a nice feeling.

The rest of the day Ryan hung out around the special dorms with Otis and the two girls, while there he met a few other teens who lived there, one of the first being Otis' roommate, Zero, who gave off the potential bully vibe, but was nice enough Ryan wasn't in fear of being picked on by him, thankfully. Though there was one teen that gave him chills, a teen named Thomas, and from the way he and Otis looked at each other, the two had history, but he didn't ask.

In general, it was a good day, and after it started to get late, Otis walked Ryan back tot he dorms a bit before dinner time.

The two said goodbye for the day and Ryan walked to his dorm room, the smile he had been wearing most of the day still spread across his face.

After all of that, he wasn't sure how his day could get better.

He unlocked his room door, which locked automatically, and entered the room. Peaches had been alone all day, but had been given food and water, so he hadn't worried about her, and while he had been expecting her to trot up to him when he got home, he was greeted by someone else.

"Hello," Ryan blushed as a blond teen around his age smiled at him, "I'm Britton, your roommate."

Today just got better.

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See You Again ch. 4

Lance wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting when he woke up that morning. The Red Lion rushing through the atmosphere in the distance sure as hell wasn’t one of them, but it definitely made Lance feel giddy and excited. He was about to race to where he was sure the Lion would land, when he remembered that Tom made it clear he couldn’t contact his team. Did that include when they were on the planet? Lance wasn’t sure, so reluctantly, he donned the cloak he had been far too lax in wearing lately, and pulled the hood over his face, making sure he wouldn’t be recognized by armor or by appearance. Slowly, he followed the crowd of aliens excitedly rushing towards the Red Lion, and watched as they grew more and more excited as the Black, Green, and Yellow lions broke through the clouds to land next to Red.

Lance swallowed the lump in his throat when he was finally close enough to the lions to see their paladins standing on the ground in a group in front of them. Keith was looking around desperately, and Lance ducked his head and gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to rush up to his team. Damn Tom and his vague ass instructions, Lance thought bitterly. When Lance looked back up, Keith looked slightly crestfallen as Shiro stepped up to speak. Lance hated that look on Keith, and he wanted to yell at him that he was here, he was alive, but he couldn’t even though he desperately wanted to.

“We have received news that this planet is in need of help. We are more than happy as paladins of Voltron to do so.” Shiro paused as the crowd that had gathered before him screamed with excitement and approval. When they quieted down a bit, he continued. “We need a little bit of help too, though. Recently, we lost our dear friend, the Blue Paladin. We believe that he may be alive and on this planet, or that there may be a thief and an imposter pretending to be him. Whatever the case, I implore you, please help us find this person. He will be wearing blue armor in the same style as the armor we now wear.” The crowd started murmuring loudly amongst themselves as Shiro finished, and Lance felt he could scarcely breathe. They had come here for him? They knew he was here?

“I’ve seen your blue paladin!” A native alien called as she walked forward, the crowd parting before her to let her pass and get to Shiro. “Just yesterday he fought off a galran officer who is unnaturally cruel to the local population! He wielded a sword that could vanish in a moment’s notice! He was very skilled in wielding it, and he disarmed and knocked the officer out within minutes! He fought the officer fiercely, but still had a sense of honor. I believe he truly is the blue paladin of Voltron!” She called, and the crowd cheered as Lance watched his team stand straighter and more confidently at the news. Keith’s eyes looked as though someone had set them alight as he began scanning the crowds again, and every time his eyes passed over where Lance was standing, he felt he could scarcely breathe.

“Does anyone know where he is now?” Shiro called loudly over the chattering crowd, but no one came forward. He turned to the female alien who had told them everything. “Please, lead me to where you saw him last. If it is Lance… we need him to come back.” Lance had never heard Shiro sound so tired and concerned before. Taking a closer look at their faces, Lance now noticed that they all had some variation of red, tired eyes and dark circles. Keith looked like he hadn’t been eating, either, which made concern bubble uncomfortably in his stomach. Pidge looked so much smaller than normal, so worn down that Lance had to dig his heels into the dirt to force himself to stay put instead of running over to her and giving her a hug, promising that everything was okay. Hunk was mostly put together if you didn’t know his tells. Lance, however, could see just how tired he was from his dark eyes, tight smile, and shaking hands.

Lance couldn’t help but feel guilty. He had died, that’s why they were all so tired and run down. He should have been more careful, and from now on, he will be. He will finish this stupid quest and return to his team. Lance turned and departed from the crowd. No one could stop him now.

“Hey, wait.” Keith’s voice sounded behind Lance. Lance froze on the spot. Apparently there was one person who could stop him, because the sound of Keith’s voice after weeks on this planet was enough to knock the breath out of him. Pulling his hood lower over his face, Lance finally turned towards where Keith was, and when he saw Keith’s feet, despite it being such a small thing, it was proof that he was real, that he was there, and Lance’s knees felt weak with the knowledge.

“Take your hood off.” Keith demanded, his voice was hard and cold, but Lance heard it when it wavered.

Lance bit his lip, hard, to keep himself from saying anything. Keith would recognize his voice in an instant, and then all of this would be for nothing. He knew Tom said that he would be fine if he didn’t complete the stupid quest, but something told him that he had been lying. Somewhere deep down, he knew he had to do the quest, and do it without revealing himself to his team. So he did the last thing he had ever wanted to do in that moment; Lance shook his head, denying Keith’s request, and took off running again, ignoring how his thoughts scrambled and his heart wrenched, especially at Keith’s pleading calls as he followed close behind him, trying desperately to catch him.

“Keith!” He heard Pidge’s sharp call, and the footsteps behind him slowed and stopped, but gradually, like Keith really hadn’t wanted to stop until he had caught Lance. “We found something, someone says they can provide a description and the exact location of where he’s been staying at night. We need to go now before-” Lance didn’t catch the last part before he had run out of earshot. Rounding a corner, Lance finally stopped, panting and gasping for air even though he knew it was hopeless to so when it felt as though his lungs and his whole chest were being constricted by heavy chains.

Lance hated this. He wanted to go home to the castle, to see his team, to get hugs from Hunk, get lectures from Pidge and Shiro, see Blue and Allura and Coran. Most of all, he wanted to see Keith, and tell him how he felt properly, not through a haze of pain as he bled out. He wanted to hear Keith tell him he felt the same. He really wanted to hug and kiss Keith, tell him everything was gonna be okay now, and that he’s here and he won’t be leaving ever again. He wanted to show Keith just how much he loved him, because Lance didn’t think words could ever be enough to describe how he felt. He really, really just wanted to see Keith again, see him happy and healthy and worry free. Lance could swear just imagining Keith’s smile made him fall even more in love with the boy in question.

“Oh man, I’ve got it bad for you Samurai. If you could see me now, pining after you like a highschool girl, I wonder what you’d say.” Lance muttered to the alleyway.

His chest constricted even further, he wanted to see him so bad, and a choked gasp was forced through his gritted teeth as he tried to calm his breathing and focus his thoughts. Once he did, he leveled his gaze in the direction he knew the galra base to be in. Standing up straight and squaring his shoulders, Lance took a deep steadying breath. He had a mission to do, and he wasn’t going to back down now that his team was literally within his grasp.

Without a second thought or another moment of hesitation, Lance set off for base.

Time for him to kick some galra ass.

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Keith knew he should have kept pursuing the hooded figure, especially after he had seen the way he had tensed and practically shook at just the sound of Keith’s voice. The fact that he had refused to speak or take his hood off and instead ran away was also a big red flag for Keith. The hooded figure was important, Keith could just tell. He had a gut feeling he needed to talk to him since he had seen him leaving the crowd quickly, as if he was on a mission. He had stood out to Keith, and Keith really wanted to find him especially since the place Lance was supposed to have been staying in was empty.

There was plenty of evidence that someone had been camping in the small dirt alley for a little while. A pathway of footprints lead in and out of the alley, several days worth overlapping over and over again, and there was a blanket on the ground at the back, but there was no one here. Shiro had suggested camping out around the alley and waiting for whoever it was to return, but the alien who had led them here mentioned that he had seen the blue paladin leaving this morning, donning a cloak that he didn’t often wear, and that when he did wear it, it meant almost certainly that he wasn’t going to be back anytime soon, if ever.

“Well that went well.” Keith commented dryly once they all returned to the castle for the night. “Couldn’t tell us anything about what he looked like even though he’d seen him around plenty of times. I really should have kept on his tail earlier! I was so close to having him!”

“Sorry, Keith. That’s my fault. I’m the one who pulled you away, I shouldn’t have.” Pidge sighed as she sat down on the couch with an audible thump. She looked exhausted, and she rubbed at her eyes in frustration when tired tears welled up in them.

“You guys thought you had found something important. No need to apologize, Pidge. We just have to keep looking. All we know so far is that this person, who may or may not be the real Lance, showed up only a few weeks ago. Since then, he’s been asking around about rebel groups in hopes of joining, but no one gave him any info regarding their local freedom fighting group. We know he had a run in with a galran officer and that he is proficient with his bayard. After knocking the officer out, he left him. He was at the impromptu meeting this morning and knows we are looking for him, but instead of coming forward, he walked off like he’s on a mission. Say that this is Lance; what is his next move?” Keith paced as he talked, trying to think.

“Wanting to join the freedom fighters on the planet suggests that he wants to fight the galra there. Maybe if that’s his quest or whatever, he’s off to go fight them now?” Hunk suggested in a small voice.

“If it is Lance, he saw how desperate we are to have him back. Why wouldn’t he have contacted us or at least revealed himself to us this morning if it was our Lance that saw that?” Pidge cried in exasperation.

“Maybe one of the conditions of his quest prevents him from doing so. If Hunk is right, and he’s not allowed to contact us until his quest is complete, there is a good chance he is gearing up to raid the galra base and he’s probably planning on going alone since he couldn’t join the rebel fighters.” Shiro added as he, too, dropped himself heavily on the couch, running a hand over his face tiredly. “Especially now after seeing us like this. You know what Lance is like.”

“Yeah, that does sound like something the stupid idiot would do.” Keith growled darkly. “If that is his plan, he’s in big trouble, especially with that backup the officer called in for probably not being too far behind now. Does he even know how dangerous this could be, especially without a Lion?” Keith threw his hands up in the air in frustration as he continued to pace restlessly.

“We should get closer to the base. Keep an eye on it. Any sign of trouble or intruders, and we go in with our lions. Remember though, this may not be Lance we are pursuing. Don’t forget that there is a large possibility that this is just an imposter, despite it seeming like it really could be Lance.” Everyone mumbled a half hearted agreement at Shiro’s reminder. “Listen, I know. I want it to be Lance just as much as the rest of you, trust me, but we can’t be dead set on it being him. I hate to say it, but… we watched Lance die. I don’t know how it could possibly be Lance after what happened, but, I too hope that by some miracle he is alive and down there on that planet right now. But we can’t be set on it when the odds are against us.”

“Shiro is right.” Allura commented as she and Coran entered. They both looked so worn down, and Keith was grateful that they seemed to want Lance back just as much as the rest of them did. Everyone here loved and cared for Lance, and Keith knew they would all stop at nothing to get him back. Just like they all knew Lance would do the very same thing for them.

“Okay team. Go get some rest. If this person is planning on hitting that base, he’s probably going to do it before first light and try to catch the galra off guard. We need to be well rested if we plan on being an effective backup.” Shiro stood and turned to Allura. “Allura, can you get us within range to observe that base? As soon as there’s movement, we need to move, and that would be easier if we’re closer.”

“Of course. You should get some rest too, Shiro. You’ll need the energy if you’re to lead the team tomorrow. Me and Coran can take shifts observing the base, and we will let you all know as soon as anything moves.” Allura promised, but stared at Shiro in a way that demanded you listen to her advice. With a heavy sigh, Shiro caved and nodded, and waved at the team to go to bed too, before heading off to his own room.

Keith frowned, but he returned to his room too, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to sleep very much. He kept replaying the moment the hooded figure ran away from him, how he had roughly shook his head at his demand, almost like he hated not doing exactly what he had asked of him, like it hurt him to say no. Keith’s stomach felt like a bottomless pit and he paced across his room.

The hooded figure was Lance. He just had to be. Keith knew it was Lance in his gut, there was no one else it could be, no one else who would react that way to Keith.

He wanted nothing more than to go down to the planet right now and wreak havoc in his search for Lance. He knew he would be down there somewhere. He just wasn’t sure where. One thing was for sure though, one thing Keith promised himself over and over again as he paced restlessly, waiting for the alarm to signal him.

“I’m coming for you, Lance.” Keith swore to the darkness of his room. “No matter what.”

#Klance #vld keith #vld lance #vld klance #life after death #chapter 4 #angst #but it's not bad #fluff #coming soon #fic

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