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rosesloveletters · 1 year

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merry christmas, beloved💌

a christmas gift package for my best friend and sister @ajokeformur-ray

Merry Christmas, darling! I always look forward to crafting these posts for you around the holidays and it is even more special to me than before because, this year, we were graced with the shining opportunity to meet in person. I cannot thank you enough for traveling over 4,000 miles to spend a couple of weeks with me; if I had it my way, you never would have had to go home. I miss you tremendously and I hope these gifts show you just how special you are to me and how much I love every single thing you’ve done for me over the past couple of years we’ve been friends. I want you to know how deeply you are appreciated and loved and how intensely proud of you I am. You’ve gone through so much this year, with work and with uni and just life in general. I've seen you at your best and at your worst, darling, and I love you for all that you are because you’re you. You’ve been such an amazing friend to me that you’re more like family than anything else. Thank you for being in my life and loving me so wholeheartedly. Take care of yourself and treat yourself this holiday season! Try to stay cozy and I hope you have a lovely Christmas with your loved ones and a happy and healthy start to the New Year. I hope this next year has only positive things in store for you!

On to the gifts!!

To start, here’s another note from me (so much gushing! I know, right?)

Next, I had a couple of my F/Os write you some letters. Technically I only asked Terry to write you one and, well, François insinuated himself into the situation as he often does🙄 Hope you don’t mind...

Now, for the bigger gifts!! I wrote two pieces for you this year: one larger (first) and a second smaller one. I hope you enjoy!! If not, I am happy to make you something else😊

Shadow Play // Edward Hyde and (daughter) Erika // word count: 2,774

‘How would you say we are related to our shadows?’ / ‘If we cast them, are they not always part of us?’

Summary: You never knew why your Papa always made you speak your truth aloud, but he makes his intentions clear the night you begin to question why your family exists in the first place. If the entire household wanted him dead, why is he standing right in front of you? You don’t know how you would cope without him, nor how your Father would go on with his studies or his life, if day had no more night and light touched no darkness.

He put his hand across his face, then started at his own shadow, which the lamp had sent shooting up the wall so the movement of his hand had made a giant dark motion behind him. He laughed softly. ‘When you were a child, Mary,” he said, ‘did you play shadow games?’

‘No, sir,’ I said.

Master looked up at me, a smile still playing around his mouth. ‘Just as well,’ he said. ‘As it turns out, they can be very dangerous.’

‘Please, sir,’ I said. ‘I don’t understand you.’

Master held the lamp up before him and, moving his hand, made the shadow leap up again. He watched the shadow play but spoke to me. ‘How would you say we are related to our shadows, Mary?’ he said. ‘If we cast them, are they not always part of us?’

‘Sir,’ I said. ‘They are only a trick of the light.’

Master put the lamp down on the step and fell to adjusting his cuffs, which was turned back. ‘It may be that weare the trick of the light, Mary,’ he said.

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The echo of your Father’s words rang in your ears as if they’d been spoken to you instead of to your Mama, who had later recounted them when she was able to allow herself to fully appreciate the depth of them on her own. Henry Jekyll had arrived at a conclusion and perhaps that which he had found was not what either you or Mary had hoped for, though an answer was still an answer nonetheless, even if it wasn’t a desirable one.

It made perfect sense. Shadows were inherent of any three-dimensional object, living or not; it was only safe to assume that those shadows were a part of whatever may have cast them. Your father had made short work of your assumptions in the past and, therefore, you knew better than to rely purely on that. You had a hypothesis, but you needed evidence.

A trick of the light.

That was the ticket. You had to shut your eyes and pretend you were someone else just to push the thoughts away that came unbidden into your mind like floodwaters rising after a great storm.

If your Father truly had believed what your Mama said to him, and if his response was genuine like you had known it to be all this time, then you knew as well as he what that meant: he was the light and you damn well knew who was the dark.

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You did not put much thought into your actions when you were small as you did now, but you never forgot the way that your Father played shadow games with you. He used his fingers and hands to cast darkness upon the walls of your bedroom in the forms of animals you knew by name and wild creatures which you didn’t. Your Father befriended those creatures before your very eyes and made them dance for you; your Father knew how to manipulate the darkness and played with the shadows as though they were real.

As a young girl, it made no difference to you. You had always struggled to feel safe and comfortable being wrapped in total darkness, but your Father knew the way. He showed you that you did not have to be brave all the time, if you remembered that darkness was alive within everyone, him and yourself included, and that there might still be a proper time and place for it. As you grew older, you had come to the realization that the light which your Father would block to create the shadows was, in fact, himself.

He had inhibited himself in favor of his own shadows, to stifle the light within himself and allowed the darkness to play the same as he’d shown you to do with your hands. In doing so, you had learned from him that you did not have to show no fear to be fearless. After all, he had not been afraid at first and it was not likely that, if he was indeed afraid at all, he would ever show it even if it went against everything he had ever tried to teach you. He wanted for you to be a better version of himself, a grown woman he was proud of beyond all measure...and you were.

You were the striking image of all three of your parents and Henry Jekyll could see that reflected within everything that you did. You worked your fingers to the bone, sometimes denying yourself food, sleep or comfort to complete a task. You were highly intelligent and could understand things far beyond what even he could at times and that impressed him immensely. He wanted your life to be easier than his own and he did all that he could to provide a safe environment for you to grow up in.

It troubled him from time to time when the darkness came.

He resented the opportunities he had passed on to this darker side of him and the access he had given him to you. He did not regret your connection with your Papa, only he worried that he might not have prepared you for some hard truths that would surely never come to pass. Whether he wanted it or not, Edward Hyde was a part of all three of your lives and your Father would come to terms with that. He had created him, after all, out of mere curiosity; it was his burden to bare.

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Your lips twisted into what you hoped would be considered a genuine smile, while you fought to maintain and strong and determined gaze. It felt convincing enough, you thought, as you gazed into the mirror and frowned suddenly.

He was going to know.

In the back of your mind, you knew you had already lost the battle, though nothing could yet be said of the war currently raging inside of you like a wild animal fighting its confines. Your Papa and your Father both knew the feeling all too well; it stayed with them wherever they went.

Seeing as you knew how intuitive he was, he would read you like one of the books he had “borrowed” from your Father’s personal library, only to scrawl upon the pages out of blatant disrespect for what was written there and, secretly, you relished in it. You longed to be seen and heard without having to alter your emotions; you craved that same freedom.

Your Papa had a gift at reading people because he naturally saw what was laden beneath the surface because he walked amidst the very darkness that hid a person’s greatest secrets. It did not matter whether you might try to pretend. He saw right through the mask anyway.

“I thought I might find you here.”

You had been expecting him, but nevertheless did the interruption in your stream of consciousness make your physical body react and you jumped at the very sound of his voice at your back.

“Papa…” you whispered the endearment with every ounce of meaning behind it. You hoped he understood what you were trying to say without you having to say it, like you often did because sometimes it was just too damn difficult to get the words out. He always knew what it was that you were trying to say but most often than not would he force you to say them aloud because that was his nature and he had a certain way about him…he was a force not to be reckoned with, his rules, or lack thereof, demanded following.

And so, you tried…for him.

“You blame him for it, don’t you?”

It wasn’t what you wanted to say, not even close. Maybe not at all. Perhaps after careful consideration and assessment of all attributes and potential facts and variables all you would come to find was both your greatest fear and worst nightmare: that your Papa had been damned from the start. That he cared for no one, not even you, barely even himself, and that they all hated him for it.

You refused to believe that there was any truth to that sentiment. How could your Father have created your Papa, brought him into this world, taught him what he knew, made him do what he does and then punish him for it? Trying to understand only made your head throb with migraine. Your Papa was a lot of things, but he was not worthless. Long ago had your Father taught you the importance of darkness, to make peace with it, because it was always there. Even when you could not see it, the darkness would lie in wait until it could come creeping back in. You were never rid of it, so might as well befriend it if you could not destroy it.

“You blame Father for how much everyone hates you.”

His lip curled and he let out a snarl, “you’re your Father’s daughter, aren’t you, Erika?”

You ignored the bite that that statement carried, swallowing your nerves, and pressed on, “I’m yours too.”

He gave a snort of laughter, “What aren’t you telling me? Why don’t you say it out loud? Tell me what you want me to know, and I’ll know it.”

Your anger at the request amused him, you could tell, and that was just as well. Your Papa was like that whenever you showed emotion, specifically negative ones. He thrived on it, like drinking down an entire glass of water when one was dying of thirst, he craved that kind of a reaction.

You reached your resolve; everyone was up to something.

The look of impatient boredom on his face was not unknown to you but you never thought it to be directed atyou. Your Papa was invested in this conversation, though he may not look it. Underneath his intense gaze you did not waver. You began to metaphorically put one foot in front of the other and confront years and years of false continuity, accusations and words left unspoken.

‘I can face this…my Mama did.’

Your Mama had not asked him that night, had she? When she had found your Papa lying on the ground in the middle of the night, soaked through with tears and determined that should he lie down in a dirt grave and die on the spot, not a soul would give a damn about it. The notion made you feel sick and you wavered for a moment with blurred vision as though you’d been struck by a great force.

‘This yard is my last prison’ he had said to her then. You could only imagine if it had been. You would not be here if that had been his fate. Did your Papa blame your Father for it? What was worse to think about, did both your Mama and your Father truly hate your Papa? Were you the only one who loved him, wholehearted, for all he was?

It was for this did you feel almost more connected with your Papa than with your other two parents, even though it had no effect on how close you were with them. Your Papa was special to you. You could not imagine a world you would feel safe or comfortable to live in without him and your Mama and Father both knew it.

They did not hate him, did they?

“They had their reasons, Erika,” your Papa’s gentle tone snapped you out of your thoughts; nothing about him was ever gentle and it was disconcerting if he ever was, “there is no blame to pass for how I am perceived. I am who I am and that is all there is to know.”

His words were the seal of approval, desperate words of a cursed man, and you finally released the breath you didn't know you were holding as you simultaneously permitted youtself to be scooped up in one of his hugs. Awkward in theory, unsettling in almost every scenario, it was not too often that he hugged you and it was tight. Had he not been your Papa, never would you allow someone to touch you like this, but he meant you no harm. He was rough by nature, not necessarily by choice. Your Father set him on his path and ever since he had become a source of misery and despair; you did not care what your Papa got up to, so long as he was safedoing it. If that made you equally as horrible, then so be it (you could never be horrible; to think so would be unfathomable.)

“Do you know why I always tell you to say what you mean?” he asked when he let you go, regarding you with the most possibly unreadable expression, but his eyes were black as if they seemed to say, ‘You would not believe a word I say if you knew who was talking to you…’

When you were too overwhelmed to offer a response, he fixed you with another one of his amused expressions and continued, “too many words have been left unsaid. I won’t let that happen again.”

It dawned on you what he meant, what he never said, but instead wrapped his fist around it, thrust it in his pocket and refused to let it go: he was referring to the three of them, your Mama, your Father and himself.

Your Papa always made you say what you wanted to say because the last thing he would ever allow to happen was to repeat the same mistakes that had been made before. It was as if the words had to be said out loudbefore allowing himself the refuge of that sentiment; he was done with emotions being bottled up, words never to be spoken. If your Father or Mama could not put a stop to it, he damn well would.

You reached for his hands and cupped them in yours, a small gesture in the grand scheme of things, but a reciprocation of affection you knew he would appreciate, even if he never said so. You now knew in your heart of hearts what your Papa was trying to say to you. Your Father and your Mama never hated him, only it had taken them some time to learn his ways. It was not proper to act as your Papa did, even if there were positive things about it as well as negative ones. A double-edged sword, as one might call it, or that there were two sides to every coin. Your Father was the light in the darkness, your Papa, the darkness which was illuminated by the light. One could not exist without the other, in metaphor, and in reality.

The subtle signs of your Father’s deterioration had become more and more visible each day and he knew that Mary knew. At first, he had laughed it off when she tried to talk to him, insisting it was nothing; he said he wanted to focus on her instead because that gave him meaning. Whether she had understood what he meant or not remained a mystery, but you were fairly certain that she had, otherwise, they would not have had you.

Your Papa tried to convey it all to you in the only way he knew how; you understood him because, in more ways than one, you were him. You had never been afraid of the dark when your Father had played shadow games with you and showed you how to make ones of your own. It was your turn to befriend that same darkness that followed your Father’s footsteps and you would not disappoint him, for he had taught you that darkness is a part of everyone.

‘How would you say we are related to our shadows?’ he said. ‘If we cast them, are they not always part of us?’

You couldn’t help smiling wistfully whenever your mind conjured his words, unbidden; you loved him for it.

You were forever grateful for him, for your Mama and your Papa, but you knew he was teetering on the edge, and you wanted to be there when he inevitably fell, because it was you who would set him on the right path as you often remembered him doing for you throughout your life. Your Father was there for you at every turn as you now would be for him. Should the words ever be left unspoken, you would speak them, for him and for your entire family.

The truth was, they all loved Edward Hyde, because, after all, he lived in all of them.

A Hint of Magic // Eddie Munson x Erika // word count: 1,037

Summary: A short snippet in the relationship of Erika Reilly and Eddie Munson - two lovers connected and brought together by just a hint of magic.

At last, everything seemed almost too easy. Those warm-hued emotions that cradled your psyche and made you feel like you were floating sent you into an altered state of reality and left you drunk on no more than a feeling, without the dangerous repercussions of hard liquor flooding your system.

You laughed to yourself, struck silly by the way it had all come about, though you could not say why you found the ordeal funny. You had never entertained any idea of what you and Eddie wanted to be, only what you were. It felt strange putting words to it because it had only ever been what it was. Stating more than the obvious was never something you liked to do without certainty that you were not reading more into the situation than was there.

It was one thing to assume, but it was another to put words behind it. The similarities you shared with Eddie were so striking that when presented with them it was enough of a blow to knock the wind from your lungs. You could trust him with this and, if not him, then who? The notion itself made you giddy and you wanted him to repeat those words to you over and over again, reminding you till the end of time that you were his.

"I don’t think ‘boyfriend’ is the right word to call you, Eddie,” you shook your head both to discourage the continued usage of the given title and to clear your addled mind.

He nodded and you could almost detect a sense of pride and appreciation on his face that soon turned to one of mock disbelief and a genuine smile graced his features before his mouth dropped open, “It doesn’t? So, what would you like to call me, then, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know…using the term ‘boyfriend’ makes it sound like we’re still in high school.”

Eddie groaned and shuddered dramatically at the very thought of having to set foot in that cursed building ever again. Even though he had met some of his best friends there, Hawkins high school was the last place he ever wanted to be seen in again for as long as he was alive, “actually, you’re right,” he agreed with you, much to your surprise, “and I don’t think we need a repeat of that.”

"How about we just stick with 'baby'?"

"So, like, I ‘won't let anybody put you in the corner'?

You snorted with laughter, “Eddie Munson, do you secretly watch romance movies?”

“I guess my secret’s out, Eri,” he quipped sarcastically, followed by the most adorable giggle that made his shiny curls bounce.

His fingertips traced patterns on your arm as you lie snuggled next to one another and looked at him as he brushed a few strands of hair away from your eyes. His own pupils were dilated as he looked down upon you with such great affection and love, but you could tell he was waiting for you to continue speaking. There was never a dull moment with Eddie in your life. He had such a vibrant personality, one which you shared so much of a connection that it almost seemed unreal, and you found yourself breathless just from looking at him.

Hearing him refer to himself as your ‘boyfriend’ only solidified this, but the term did not sound right to you. Technically, he was your boyfriend, but you had never thought of him in such simple terms. Eddie was yours, it was true, but all you had ever known him to be was inexplicably and unapologetically himself. That was what initially drew you to him. He did not try to hide what he thought of your peers or of himself, either. He was the sort of person you needed in the past, whether you had realized it in the moment or not. He was also who you needed now and you drew great strength from him.

After a few moments of intense silence, Eddie continued, his tone low and his meaning genuine, "It took meeting you to realize all the things that have been missing from my life."

You laughed again and it carried over to him until you were both rolling around on the bed, effortlessly devolved into childish fits of giggles.

In the midst of your laughter, you heard him say, “I know! Sappy, right?”

Eddie had not profusely confessed his love for you yet, not with words, at least, but with his hands, his eyes, his deeds. He sometimes had no control over those intense, juvenile acts of which almost every young person is familiar but his inherent love language set the precedent for what was sure to follow.

Loud and clear and obvious was Eddie’s way of loving you, like if someone were to shout aloud in a quiet room. A single sentence was more than enough yet also not even close.

How could he tell you the truth when the truth had yet to be written?

You found what he said to be quite funny, because you were laughing harder than you perhaps ever had, but that was because everything seemed so much more intense with Eddie in your life. You felt your emotions with much more vigor and strength, food tasted better, life seemed a bit more vibrant. You understood now that love was much more beautiful when you had someone pure of heart by your side. He was conscious of you, your needs and your goals and he supported you fully every single step of the way.

Eddie fell in love with the way your laugh sounded in his ears. It resonated deep within his heart and a smile grew on his face as a result; you looked so gorgeous whenever you were happy.

For now, Eddie did not need to put any words to what you shared. He knew it in his heart as well as you did that what you had was just a hint of magic and sometimes the lack of an explanation was enough. He never had to fake a persona to appeal to you and vice versa; you were more than enough for each other.

Nothing in life was perfect, but you were damn close.

Next, I have made two aesthetics for you: one with your beloved Arthur/Joker (Because how could I not include him?) and one of us/all the things we did together while you were here🥺 I miss those times so much and I hope this aesthetic captures our time together like a little highlight reel✨

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Erika

Erika and Rose on Holiday

And last but certainly not least, a final note to my darling sister❤️ Merry Christmas, my beloved, and a happy New Year! This year was full of so many chaotic ups and downs, but knowing I exist in the same time and space as you makes life a little more bearable. I love you, darling. Please stay safe and well and take care of yourself - I’m sending so much love your way~

#my dearest sister erika💗#merry christmas my beloved I hope it's a fantastic one!#sending you so many cuddles and lots and lots of love #made with love :: 💛

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 9

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 9

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You were sitting on the porch staring off into space, your chin resting in your hand. You were thoroughly bored. You couldn’t even read your old books. You didn’t have any chance to grab any of your things, you were thankful you hadn’t gotten a dog or a cat after you had moved into your house. Though you wished you could go back and get some of your belongings. Dream had offered up to help you get through the snow, to get some of the things that you missed. You shook your head when he said that.

You had no idea what the surface looked like up there, but people had come back with stories about how the snow was as tall as they were. You shuddered at the thought. You loved feeling the sun shine down on you, on days that you would read outside… It was weird to think that you wouldn’t feel that ever again. Depressing thoughts crept up on you, and as you tried pushing those thoughts away, you felt your mood plummet. Just as you let out a sigh, a familiar sight of a red cloak entered your vision, and you felt yourself perk up.

“Techno!” You waved at him. He seemed to be focused on something. Maybe he hadn’t heard you. You shrugged it off as that anyway. Not wanting to sit and sulk any longer, you push yourself to your feet. Your pace quickened the closer you got to Techno. But you didn’t know the area as well as you should have, you tripped on a small piece of stone that jutted up from the ground. You gave a little yelp and watched as the ground came closer and closer. You closed your eyes waiting for impact.

“What are you doing?” His voice rang through your ears. The impact never came. Opening your eyes, you were mere inches away from the stone ground. His arm had snaked around you, mid fall, saving you once again. “I can’t leave you anywhere without you getting into trouble.” Though the words were meant to tease you, you could hear the grumpiness in his voice. You liked that you were starting to pick up on things you didn’t normally pick up on when he was still new to you.

“Why are you so grumpy today?” Your eyes narrowed at him, as he set you upright with a huff. “More importantly where were you yesterday? I waited as long as I could for you.” You saw something flash in his eyes, but he quickly looked away.

“I was mining,” he muttered, “lost track of time.” He kept walking leaving you where you stood. You huff in annoyance.

“Can I come with you this time?” You asked. Only receiving nothing but a grunt from him. “You know, to make up for lost time?” This felt similar to your past partner, who you begged to be with for any amount of time, only for them to tell you that you were needy and that you couldn’t do anything on your own… You didn’t like that feeling. You knew Techno wasn’t like that. So… Why did it hurt so much?

He stopped dead in his tracks. His golden eyes turning to study your face. He didn’t say anything, just jerked his head in the direction he was walking in. You took that as permission, and you fell into stride with him as he slowed himself down. You two fell into silence, your stomach twisted and turned with anxiety. You didn’t want to lose Techno as a friend, so why did it feel as if you were losing him?

“What did I do?” You tried so hard to keep your composure, but Techno heard that crack in your voice… And it pained him.

“Nothing,” His voice came out with a sigh, “I’ve been thinking,” Oh god… your chest tightened. Those were the words that came before disaster in your life. Your ex used those words on you before leaving you, telling you how useless you really were. Grinding your teeth, you listened to him speak. “No one around here wants me around.” His voice was even, and you were still panicking. “I think I should just pack up and leave, in a few days when Phil doesn’t need me, when the mine is done.”

“W-why?” Your squeak, making him look you fully in the face from behind his mask.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed the looks I get around The Burrow.” His hand absentmindedly rested on the handle of the pickaxe hanging off his belt. “I think it would be better for yours and Phil’s image if I just leave.” Your chest was tense, and your anxiety eased a tiny bit but… You didn’t want him to leave…

“Our image?” You raised your eyebrows. “Techno who the fuck cares about images?” You heard him chuckle.

“Well, a lot of people do,” you could hear a smile come through his words, “I’m the big scary Blood God, here to kill all of you.” He motions wildly with his arms dramatically leering at you. He makes you laugh. His heart soars at your laughter.

“You’re not scary,” you catch his hand in the air. Noticing the air shift around you, you look around and you were now in front of a small strip mine sort of hidden away in The Burrow. Your eyes flick back to his hand. “I know you’re not exactly human, but that’s not a bad thing.” Your fingers on your left-hand lace through his, and your right hand was left caressing his arm making its way up behind his skull mask. You lightly touch his down pointed ears, running your fingers over the golden earrings he wore, causing a shudder from him. You giggle. “You have both parts human and… They’re called piglins right?” He nodded his eyes fully entranced by you.

“I’ve never been to the nether,” you confess. “And while I have never seen a piglin… Never seen how they are… You have shown me nothing but kindness, saved me many times in many ways.” Your hand runs to the back of his neck feeling past scars, lingering there for just a second. “Human’s never showed me any of that.” Your hand drops to his chest where you could feel his heart thrumming below your fingers. “Your heart beats like a human’s, and I bet you don’t love like a human.” He cocks his head at your statement. “I’ve seen your devotion, to Phil. I bet when you find someone or something to love it’s stronger than what a human can handle.” You give him a smile. “If you can love Phil that deeply, like a brother, I-I want to meet him.”

“You want to meet Phil?” He seemed baffled. Remembering how you requested that he bring Phil and Kristin their rations because you were still scared of Phil. You nodded keeping your eyes down.

“I don’t care about image, Techno,” You didn’t allow him to derail the topic at hand. “I’m not going to stop you if it’s truly what you want, but… please don’t leave…” There you were begging someone not to leave your life again. You felt pathetic. You felt his hand tip your chin up as tears welled up in your eyes.

“For you,” he leveled with you, “I’ll stay.” What he really meant was… ‘I’ll follow you to the deepest depths of the earth.’ His hand still intertwined with yours he pulled you to his chest and he gave you a tight hug, his whole body enveloped you and you held on tightly to him. You didn’t feel so alone with him there, and your heart thudded in your chest. You were starting to develop feelings for this hybrid… The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, while he let his jaw rest on the top of your head.

“You’ve never seen the nether?” He questioned you, and you nodded into his chest, just relishing the feel of his hands rubbing your back. “I promise I’ll take you there,” You pulled back from him, excitement rising in your chest.

“Really?” You bounced on your heels, gripping his shirt. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction.

“Just give me some time to get a set of armor prepared for you.” He stepped away from your excited form.

“Deal!” You nodded to him. He held the iron door open for you as you both entered the mineshaft, unknowing that certain eyes were watching from a far.

You were in that strip mine almost all day with Techno, and as much as you loved mining and talking with him. You were tired, well… That is… until Techno broke through into a cave of sorts. You had found a second wind.

“Huh…” He cleared out the stone in front of him. “We found ourselves a mineshaft.” He ducked below low hanging stone and walked through onto wood. “Have you seen one of these?”

“Can’t say I have…” You shook your head following him into the mineshaft. “I always bought the things I needed; I never really went exploring for things.” You lingered close to him. The two of you walk through the halls of the mineshaft. He had to duck his head to not hit his head on the wood of the support beams keeping the walls and ceiling supported.

“You know where these places came from?” He craned his neck to look down at you through his mask. When you shook your head, he continued. You felt yourself lean closer into him as you listened to him. The interest on your face, brought a blush to Technoblade’s cheeks not that you could see it from behind the mask.

“They say in the times of old before any of us walked this earth, the inhabitants of this land, ruled over everything peacefully. This world used to have more people, who were probably just like us. Some say that they had better technology, others would say that their lands were barren and the world, as we knew it, wasn’t like this. Savannahs, deserts, swamps, you name it… They weren’t a thing back then… Or so they say. The only thing that was constant was grass and cobblestone. Some even say there weren’t even any trees in the beginning.” You bite your lip trying to process what he was saying. It was hard to imagine. You heard his chuckle.

“Things rapidly changed, and the people of this world thrived. Building these mineshafts, desert temples, ocean monuments, and jungle temples. People formed villages, and as time would go on, the land would change so much so that the villagers sometimes would be stuck in their homes buried under dirt, with no way to get out, until someone with the capabilities to help did.” Techno took a second to breathe and to see if you were still listening, and you were wholeheartedly listening to every single word, you practically hung on his arm. “The ocean floor used to be nothing but gravel, and the oceans housed very little fish.”

“What happened to that world?” You eagerly asked your hand tightening on his arm. You could see a devilish grin spread upon his face.

“Well, you see…” He turns and slowly backs you up to the stone wall, his eyes flooding black and his irises turning silver, the sight making you shudder. “There’s a legend, that a mighty being named Herobrine walked these lands, wreaking havoc on any who crossed his path. Many saw a face with shining white eyes staring back at them, in mineshafts… Much like this one.” His face was inches away from yours “Hiding around the corners that ended up being dead ends with no place for him to go.” You felt goosebumps rise on your arms at his words. “Making tunnels that weren’t there previously before, using Redstone torches to lead you to your demise.”

You felt his hot breath on your skin. His closeness was almost too much for you to handle. You were having trouble listening to his words, and to top it off his hand rested on the wall next to your head. You tried not showing how flustered you were.

“People theorize that he was the one changing the world to his liking. They also theorized that he was the one to wipe everyone out.” Techno’s eyes flash almost in a predatory manner. “Who knows… Maybe he’s… watching us right now.” Before you could react, he lets out a playful roar and picks you up as he spins you in the air and you let out a scream in surprise. His laughter calms you down almost immediately and you give him a playful glare.

“How dare you Techno.” You grumble out, still in his arms.

“You make it too easy.” He was still laughing as he set you down onto the ground. Letting you regain your composure.

“Do you think that’s what really happened?” You ask after a second of thinking over his words.

“No… I don’t, but I don’t think the people were killed when they disappeared…” He shrugs “People have their stories, but… I found a book, an incredibly old book, and it has more than one author.” You look at him questioningly. “As I told you, the world was barren, and it was mentioned in this book. But as the book fell into different hands, pages were added, and they recorded the changes of the world. The book would find someone else, and it would be passed down. It found me in my travels and once I am at my end in this world, I will leave it for someone else to add more pages.” After a few moments getting back on track he continues.

“The book described people disappearing and people appearing almost out of thin air, and they claimed they had been in other worlds. I honestly think that whatever happened… People were just moved to a different world. Scattering everyone to different places, and this world was mostly abandoned by the old inhabitants.” He looked down in thought. “But that book also spoke of another possibility. Have you heard the music disk titled ‘11’?”

“That creepy recording?” You had a copy of it in your old home, you had kept it because it was one of the rarer music disks. It was something that you had found just randomly on the ground one day in your old village. He nodded.

“That’s the one…” He sighed. “I don’t think that that disk was a fake recording meant to just scare people…” He let his words sink in and you shuddered. “Whatever was chasing the person recording, could very well be the cause of everyone disappearing from this world.” You were having a hard time wrapping your head around it all. “I think that’s where the legend of Herobrine was started.”

He gave you the time you needed to think about everything, you watch as he mined the nearby materials. The both of you rounded a corner and there sitting in a minecart was a chest. You heard Techno chuckle feeling his hand on the small of your back, he pushes you toward the box.

“It’s all yours, darlin’,” He felt his breath catch in his throat, and you felt butterflies take flight in your stomach just by hearing the nickname. He definitely didn’t mean to call you that, and it was just a slip of a tongue, and he wasn’t sure if he had offended you with the nickname. Though judging by your red face, maybe you had liked the name. He didn’t know he was just thankful for the mask obscuring his own blush. Clearing his throat, he looks away as if nothing happened. He nudged you toward the chest.

When you open the chest, your eyes widen. Inside, were a few seeds which were going to come in handy, some bones, and some rails sitting at the bottom of the chest. But what really caught your attention, was an enchanted book, a name tag and a golden apple. You grabbed everything you could and flipped through the enchanted books pages. It was in a language you didn’t know how to speak or write. Looking up at Techno, he takes the book from your hands.

“Fire Protection III,” He chuckled reading it out for you. “This will help a lot when I make the armor for you, for when I show you the nether.” He beamed handing the book back to you. You gave him a smile at the thought of another adventure with Techno. It was funny, the world was so screwed up, but this hybrid had managed to show you more of it than you ever had seen in your entire life in just a short amount of time. You were excited to see the other things he had in store for you.

You had even found your first set of diamonds in this mineshaft, Techno insisted that you keep these too as well as the other treasure the two of you had found. By the time you two had found the entrance to the mineshaft you were spent, and you were so happy to be on the way back to Niki’s.

“I still can’t wait for you to meet Phil,” Techno grinned, and you gave a happy sigh, loving his smile. “There’s a reason he’s the leader of The Burrow, and that’s because he’s like the resident dad. There’s a lot of people who respect him.”

“Well…” You couldn’t believe you were about to say this. “We could go visit him, now if you want?” There was a small part of you that wanted him to say no, but you knew that wasn’t a possibility with the way he genuinely smiled at you.

“If that is what you’re comfortable with.” His eyes searched for any doubt in your eyes. Your hand gently reached for his when you nodded.

“I’m ready.”

“Schlatt, I need a favor.” Dream sat across from Schlatt in Schlatt’s newly formed office. The sight he saw in front of that mineshaft making his blood boil. He wasn’t worried though he had a plan, and that’s why when he saw you hug Techno, he came straight to Schlatt.

The construction loud outside the room. Schlatt had many workers working on his arena, and it was impossible to drown the sounds out. Schlatt’s desk sat in front of an angled thick window that gave him the perfect view of the huge arena. The office was the only thing that had been finished out of the whole arena, and it was impressive looking complete with fancy looking potted plants.

“What can I do for ya bud?” Dream had no idea where Schlatt had come across a cigar or if he was saving them but Schlatt let the lit cigar hang from his mouth, taking drags off of it when he saw fit.

“I want to fight Technoblade.” The words hung the air, and they brought a smile to Schlatt’s face. The plans already working through the gears in his mind.

“I see.” Schlatt chewed on the end of the cigar. “What are we thinking? You want it to be a fair fight?” Puff of smoke emitted from his lips as he spoke. He laced his hands together setting his elbows on his desk so he could rest his chin on his interlaced fingers.

“Whatever gives the best show.” Dream smiled from behind his mask. “The details can be worked out in the wash. I just need you… To get Technoblade to agree to a fight with me.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

You waited outside Phil’s house apprehensively. Your jaw started to hurt; it was then when you noticed that you were clenching your teeth. You rubbed your jaw hoping to find relief for the pain. Techno had gone in to explain the situation to Phil. You let your eyes wander; this was the area of the residential district you wanted to have your house in. In fact, the wall you had looked at before with Dream, had been across the way on the other side of the cavern.

When you looked over at the wall once again… You could see Dream and his friend, Sapnap working, they were mining out the area you had wanted to claim. When you remembered Dream wanted to help you build your house, the thought made you smile. Dream was always so nice to you. You weren’t sure if they had seen you, but you leaned over the railing, opening your mouth to say hi to Dream. But you were quickly interrupted by the door opening behind you.

Well… At least Dream was able to distract you from the anxiety that now pooled in your stomach for at least a little bit. You stepped away from the railing and turn back to Phil’s door. Techno’s eyes searched your face.

“Ready?” He held his hand out for you to take. “You can leave at any time. Phil knows not to push you.” You swallowed down your courage and nodded, slipping your hand into his. He led you into the house. The house was normal, nicely built and decorated. It was weird associating this sort of house with someone who had almost killed you. But Phil wasn’t a bad guy, or so everyone told you. Techno led you through the main room into the kitchen which led into a dining room.

There sitting at the head of the table was Phil. He was just a normal guy, but that still hadn’t helped your anxiety. You still had nightmares about his blade piercing your flesh. You needed to get over this, for yourself… Not for anyone else, not for Techno… You.

“Hello.” Phil drew out the word, looking up from below a green and white bucket hat sitting on his head. He stood his eyes locked on you, and you felt your grip tighten on Techno. Techno rubbed circles over your hand in a comforting manner. Phil waited for you with patient and kind eyes, he noted the way you clung to Techno, and how Techno responded. He couldn’t help the warm smile emerging on his lips.

“I-I uh…” You sputtered out, your cheeks reddening. Why was this so hard to do? The words were in your mind, but your mouth turned them into jelly. You took a second letting out a calming breath. “Techno says nothing but nice things about you.” You started off. Phil motioned for all of you to sit, and you do tentatively.

“I can say the same about you.” He was careful with his words. “First off… I just want to say, I’m sorry for everything.” His eyes lower to the table, his hat obscuring his face. “If there is one thing that is important to me it’s my family.” He started, his eyes rising to meet yours. “I have Kristin, my boys and Techno.” He motioned to Techno, who had been watching your reactions. “And when I found you in Techno’s house… I thought the worst. I thought you had taken a part of my family. And when we spoke… I- well… I wasn’t going to let you take me away from Kristin and my boys. I was overzealous, and I am willing to do anything in my power to make it up to you.”

You let a shaky breath out. Processing this information. You couldn’t blame him, but that still didn’t take the trauma away from you. Feeling Techno squeeze your hand as if to encourage you, you looked up into his eyes. Yeah… Just in the few weeks that you had known Techno you could say you would kill for him. You thought back on what he did to Phil when he had found the both of you in his house. You were pretty sure, if it wasn’t Phil Techno would have already killed him.

“I’m sorry too.” Your voice was barely just above a whisper, “I forgive you Philza,” and you did. All of that could have been avoided, had you two just sat and talked it out, though that could be said for a lot of situations like that. You didn’t have any family in your life, and you couldn’t blame someone for protecting their own family. For your own peace of mind, you forgave him.

“How’s the shoulder? Any pain?” He leaned forward his eyes scanning over your shoulder, worry lining his features. You shook your head.

“I have some good nurses.” Squeezing Techno’s hand, you chuckled.

“Techno does know a lot about keeping someone alive.” Phil added in, memories that were mysteries to you flashing behind his eyes. “I’d love to have you over for dinner with the family sometime so you can get acquainted with my little family. I know they have been curious about you too.” Feeling a smile pull at your lips you nodded.

“I’d like that.”

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Hi coop! Welcome back, I have missed you! I hope you're doing all right. I hope to snatch a spot for your valentine's event UwU. Izo, Kiku or Sabo, “I didn’t take you for the settling down type.” (prompt 39) with as theme: a night in, and maybe reader proposes to take the next step and move in together? Fem reader, slight modern AU, but whichever works best for you! I trust you and your talent wholeheartedly. Sending smooches and good valentine's vibes already!

❥ “Stay” - Valentine’s Day Event Scenario [ 3 / 14 ]

❥ prompt: “I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

❥ theme: A Night In

❥ pairing: Izo x F!reader

❥ warnings: none

❥ word count: 1.3k

❥ a/n: this is my first time writing Izo and I’m not so sure I did that great...idk, I hope this turned out to your liking, Hazel! thanks for always being so friendly and supportive! hope you’re doing well, honey 💕

“It’s getting late, I should probably head home.” Izo whispered against your temple, placing a chaste kiss along your skin, “I’m sure Kiku is getting tired of waiting up on me.”

You groaned loudly as you writhed in his embrace, squeezing him tighter into you and refusing to let go. Izo was taken aback, you could tell, and that only made your cheeks burn hotter.

You had always prided yourself on being independent, after all. The two of you had a healthy balance of couple time and personal time, and you usually weren’t one to question it. But after two years of dating and nearly a year of sleepovers, you were beginning to grow tired of only keeping Izo to yourself for a day or two, three days at most. It was getting harder to say goodbye lately, no matter if he was coming over the following days, and the days and nights without him were beginning to take their toll on you.

Needless to say, this all made you realize how badly you wanted Izo in your home, in a more permanent setting. But how would you ask? How would he respond? Would he think you were moving too fast? Your thoughts raced with countless what ifs, making you snuggle harder into him for comfort.

He chuckled, allowing you to entrap him as he patted your head gently, “You’ve been awfully clingy today. Is everything okay?”

Of course he noticed. You eyed up at him with a defined pout on your lips. Izo had to restrain himself from kissing those cute lips of yours back into the warm smile he adored, instead he further inquired, curious as to why you were so against him leaving. It was always within the plan that Izo would head back home for the night.

“I want you to stay.” You whined, hiding your face in the crease of his shoulder to conceal your embarrassing confession. It was the truth, but clearly he didn’t pick up on just how long you wanted him to stay as he laughed lightly once more.

“Love, you know I’ll be back over tomorrow.”

“I know…”

He placed two fingers under your chin, lifting you up to look at him, “What’s on your mind?”

Damn him. How were you supposed to be honest when he looked at you like that? Your eyes dropped guiltily, “It’s nothing.”

He flicked your forehead.

“Ow! Hey!”

“That’s for lying. Lie to me again and your next punishment will be far worse.” Izo placed a gentle kiss along the wound to soothe the slight pain, “So, I’ll ask again. What’s on your mind? Be honest this time.”

“Promise me you won’t laugh?”

He placed his fist over his heart and stared at you sincerely, “I promise.”

You inhaled deeply as you took his hands in yours. Izo grew concerned as you were silent and mindlessly rubbed your thumb along the top of his hand. Just as he was about to speak up, you broke the silence.

“What if, hypothetically speaking, I asked you if you wanted to move in with me? What would you say? Hypothetically?”

“I’d say…” He pondered for a moment, “that I didn’t take you for the settling down type. Hypothetically.”

Well that certainly wasn’t the answer you were expecting. Was that his way of saying no?

“You think I don’t want to be with you long term?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So...you just assumed we would live separately forever?”

“No! Okay, maybe that came out poorly.” It was his turn to hold your hands and rub at them in comforting motions, “I just know you like your space, and I’ve always been respectful of that. Are you sure you’re ready for me to intrude your space 24/7? Because you know...if we move in together…” He snatched you into his arms with a wide, mischievous grin on his lips, “That only opens up the opportunity for me to annoy you 24/7.”

You giggled, “Would it be wrong of me to say that I want you to annoy me 24/7?”

He beamed, and your heart swelled in your chest as you were convinced it was the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face, “Not at all. But you should be more careful with your words, because I will most definitely use that confession to my advantage some day.”

Izo’s body tingled with pure happiness as you laughed heartily and tangled your fingers in his hair. He wanted to stay like this with you forever. To think that you were offering him the opportunity was heartwarming, almost overwhelming. He pulled you down to rest your forehead against his, “I’d love nothing more than to move in with you, if you truly want me.” He kissed you lightly. “Waking up next to you for the rest of my days sounds like a dream come true.”

You chased after his lips, kissing him back, “Won’t Kiku be upset?”

Another loving kiss from him, “She’ll be fine. She’s been bugging me to move in with you for months now. To be honest, I think she’s ready for me to go.”

“So you’ve been wanting to move in together? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was worried you wouldn’t want to. What with you being Miss Independent and all.”

“I’m sorry, I-…”

He squished your cheeks, preventing you from continuing. “Please don’t be, it’s one of the many, many things I love about you.” He kissed your puffed out lips, “I wouldn’t change you for the world. Just don’t be mad if I get a bit clingy and I can’t keep my hands off of you.” Just as he said that, his hands dropped from your face to rest on your waist. When you felt his fingers dig into your sides, your eyes squinted in suspicion.

“Don’t you dar- ah!”

You were thrown into a laughing fit as Izo tickled you into the couch, leaving you nowhere to flee. Your cheeks ached from laughing so hard, and when you tapped out, he relented with a victorious smirk. As you caught your breath, Izo encouraged you to snuggle into him, laughing as you were noticeably hesitant to do so.

When you finally gave in, he wasted no time in snuggling you close into his large torso, toying with your fingers as he made his claim, “I do have a few conditions, however.”

“And what would those be, princess?”

“Glad you asked. I require 2 hours minimum of bathroom time every morning in order to prepare for the day.”

“2 hours, really?”

“Do you think I can manage to make myself look this good in less time?”

“Fair, continue.”

“I need wall space.”

“For?”

“My sword collection of course!”

“Oh, that.” You giggled, choosing not to voice how you had already mapped out a perfect spot for his collection.

“And…”

“And?!” You looked at him with giddy disbelief.

He grinned at you as his fingers grazed your cheek, “I want you to kiss me and tell me you love me every single night before we fall asleep. No matter what kind of day we’ve had.”

You were captivated by the pure love reflected in his eyes. You hoped he could see your love for him reflecting right back as you smiled, “I believe your conditions can be met.”

“Wonderful.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, “But…”

“Don’t say it.”

“Love, I have to go home to pack!” He frowned as he noticed you pouting once more, “Hey, look at me. Tomorrow is the last morning you’ll ever have to wake up without me, I swear it. I’m going to spend all night getting things packed up and tomorrow, we’ll start our new chapter of infinite sleepovers. Wait for me until then?”

You nodded and he brought your lips up to his to kiss you passionately, praying that you could feel just how ecstatic he was to begin this new chapter of your lives together; how often he’d dreamt of the idea of waking up to your beautiful face every single morning. He had full intentions to pack all night long, but he also needed an excuse to browse the jewelry stores early in the morning. Just to browse of course, but Izo has always preferred to be one step ahead.

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scarlet-star-witch · 3 years

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Fade Into You - Part 19 (Mandalorian/OC)

Summary: Din has spent a year grieving the love of his life. While he thinks he has lost her forever, she lingers in the darkness, her mind twisted and manipulated, with no memory of him or the love they shared. What will it take for Din to help her remember?

Warnings: SMUT (they just reunited, can you blame me?) and a whole bunch of fluff

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She didn’t leave his arms for the rest of the night. Din wouldn’t let her go even five feet from his grasp. Even when they landed on Nevarro, and Cara had announced their arrival, she could tell by the look on Iella’s face and the rigidity of Din’s body that they needed to be left alone.

Their solace was well needed.

They lay tangled in their cramped bunk, Iella’s legs over his, his arm a comforting weight over her waist. His head lay on the pillow next to hers, his eyes taking in every inch of her as she did the same.

Her fingers gently traced every inch of his features, down the length of his crooked nose that she loved, the wrinkles around his eyes and the crease of his smile. Her eyes greedily drank in the sight before her as if she was still trying to come to terms that this was real.

Din was thankful the child was still tired. Once he’d woken from his deep sleep after using his powers, he refused to let Iella out of his sight, but he now lay sleeping peacefully on her chest, allowing him to finally take off his helmet and look at his wife without any hindrances.

“What was your mother’s name?” He asked suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded them.

“Nivaya.” Iella answered without hesitation.

“How many siblings did you have?”

“Two brothers, both older.”

“What’s your middle name.”

“Sakari. It means sweet in my native language.” She answered swiftly. “How many more questions do I have to answer?” She asked through a stifled yawn.

Getting stabbed and healed within the span of one afternoon really takes it out of a person. And the throbbing in her head, in her now healed brain, hadn’t subsided just yet. She’d been seconds away from sleeping for the last hour, but she refused to let her eyes close, needing to see her husband, to take in his features, just a while longer.

But the need for sleep was quickly becoming too great to ignore any longer.

“Enough until I know that you’re really back.” Din answered, his eyes looking into hers intently.

She could see his fear, his intense need to keep her at his side. She knew he was suffering, that the day was laying heavily on him, and that he needed resolution. The only way she could give it to him was to just simply exist.

Just breathing was a relief to him.

“Din, I know you’re freaking out, I know this is a lot for you to go through, but you have to trust me. I’m ok.

“I can’t take any chances.”

“I know, but I’m so tired, I just wanna sleep.”

Din hesitated, his eyes watching her intently. He could see how exhausted she was and he felt guilty that he’d been keeping her awake, but after what they’d been through, after how terrified he’d been, he found it hard to let himself slip away into unconsciousness.

He kept telling himself, just one more minute, until they had been awake for hours, drinking each other in for almost the entire night.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and Iella frowned, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his lips, which he eagerly responded to.

“Don’t apologize.” She mumbled against his lips. “It’s not like I was ready to stop seeing your beautiful face any time soon.”

Din blushed slightly. He hadn’t heard one of those flirty comments from her in what felt like forever. He’d been living with a shell of the person she had been, the person he had fallen so deeply in love with, and his heart felt like it was about to burst knowing he finally had her back.

“Get some sleep. We’ll take as many days off as we want to, go anywhere we want to.”

“I don’t think Karga would be thrilled.”

Iella just scoffed. “I think we’ve more than earned a vacation.”

“What about the kid?”

Iella paused, looking down at the sleeping creature snuggled into her peacefully. An involuntary smile grew at the adorable sight of him, though it stiffened when she realized they would soon have to work on finding his true home.

“Vacation first, then work.” She answered the difficult question simply.

Din nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly, and tightened his grip on her waist, nuzzling in closer in the crook of her neck, his eyes blissfully falling closed.

“If you wake up first, don’t leave. Wake me before you do.” He whispered and Iella’s heart felt like cracking at the vulnerability she heard in his voice.

“I promise.” She spoke softly, hoping he wouldn’t hear in her voice just how close to tears his words brought her.

Knowing how damaged her husband felt from this, how terrified he was to even let her out of his sight now, it made her want to kill Voros all over again.

The image flashed in her mind again, her master bleeding and panicked as the life drained from him.

She swallowed thickly and began brushing her hands through Din’s curly hair, as if to ground herself.

No more thinking about him, she told herself, the mantra repeating in her head as her eyes closed and she easily drifted off to sleep in her husband’s arms, feeling more content than she had in a long time.

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Iella stirred awake, whining softly as she was broken from her sleep by the feel of soft kisses on her neck. Her eyes opened to nothing but darkness and she immediately began to panic as she no longer felt the weight of the child on her chest.

“Din?”

“Right here.” His voice answered in her ear as he continued to plant soft kisses on her skin and she sighed in relief.

“Where’s the kid?”

“In his cradle.”

“Why? I wanted-” Her voice cut off as she felt the blankets being pulled from her, Din’s eager hands crawling up her thighs to the waistband of the sleeping shorts she wore.

He hesitated, his fingers gently teasing the exposed skin at her hips.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you… I-I just…” He paused, taking a moment to collect himself of the emotion that threatened to choke him. “I need you. I need to feel you.”

Iella’s heart began to race, the pure want dripping from his voice causing the hairs on her body to stand upright in eager anticipation. She leaned upwards, reaching out in the darkness for him. Her hands wound around his shoulders and she pulled him down so his body lay over hers, his weight a comforting reminder of what she’d missed for so long.

“Please.” She breathed out and she felt Din tremble against her, the sound of her hushed voice making him weak in the knees.

His lips crashed to hers barely a second later.

They moaned against each other as they kissed slowly. Iella expected it to be fiery and frantic, a coupling that was desperate and quick, portraying the overwhelming emotions they were both feeling, but it wasn’t.

Din was careful with her, pouring every ounce of relief and happiness and love into the kiss. He took his time, showering her with affection. He made his way over every inch of her body, revelling in the small gasps, light whimpers, and cries of desperation for more he pulled from her.

He slowly rid her of the remaining clothes she wore, his breathing becoming heavy as he felt her wet heat against him.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

Without any warning, he threw her legs up over his shoulders, making her gasp in surprise, which soon turned into a long, loud moan as his mouth began to devour her.

Iella’s back arched as his tongue worked its way through her folds, her hand flying down to grip at his hair, chasing just the little bit of stability she could possibly have in this moment.

He moaned against her, the taste of her driving him wild. He had missed this so much and he would cherish every single moment.

Every one of her moans, every twitch of her legs, every tug on his hair, he would remember forever and never take for granted again.

Her hips slanted upwards, her eyes squeezing shut as he moved his hot tongue over her wet slit.

“Din!” She panted, her head falling back to her shoulders as pleasurable tingles spread throughout her body. Goosebumps arose where he held onto her thighs tightly, his fingers splayed against her skin in an attempt to keep her still.

But her need for him was too great to keep her grounded.

She writhed underneath him, a litany of moaned curses and whimpered pleas escaping her parted lips.

A sharp tug on his hair made him groan against her and he eagerly pushed two fingers inside her, desperate to get her over the edge.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned against her and she bit hard on her bottom lip to hold back the whimper his words caused her.

Hearing the muffled noise, he added another finger inside her, desperate to get her loud, to hear exactly what he was doing to her. He wouldn’t stand for any stifled noises of pleasure.

Her mouth dropped open, a loud moan, bordering on a scream, escaping her without any warning as he worked her body like an expert musician with their instrument.

The sound of her voice laced with ecstasy had him just about ready to explode. He doubled his movements, his eyes closing in bliss at the taste of her and the way she spoke his name over and over like a prayer.

“Din, please, please.” She moaned, her body going rigid as he curled his fingers inside her at the same moment his tongue met her bundle of nerves.

It only took a few more seconds before Iella was arching against him, her hips bucking upwards as she cried his name loudly. He moaned against her, only heightening her release that seemed to go on for ages.

Her chest was heaving with each heavy panting breath that left her lips. Her head was swimming in a dazed pleasure and before she could even come down from her high, Din was hovering over her, his lips crashing to hers frantically.

“I love you so much, my beautiful Riduur. Never letting you go, never losing you again, Cyare.” Din babbled against her lips, his voice strained.

She felt wetness against her cheeks, the knowledge of his tears bringing her own to her eyes. She cradled his face in her hands, kissing him gently, as if it could heal every negative thought in his brain.

“I love you, Din, more than anything in this galaxy.” She whispered to him reverently. “Nothing is ever going to take me away. I’m never leaving your side ever again.” She promised him and she hoped to every god that ever existed that her words would be true.

Her words had a shaking breath escaping him and before he could break down fully, he kissed her again as he slowly slid his throbbing length inside her.

They both tensed and moaned softly, holding onto each other tightly as he settled within her.

He moved slowly, taking his time and savouring every hitched breath and pull of her hands on his skin it earned him. His breathing became ragged, her name a groaned prayer in the quiet room.

Iella blinked rapidly in a desperate attempt to stop her tears from falling, but it was no use. She held onto her husband like a lifeline, like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. She never wanted to let go, she knew she would feel lost the second she did.

Her love for him, which had returned to her so overwhelmingly, and being back in his arms, making love to him again, made her break.

A soft sob escaped her, one she couldn’t hold back and the second Din heard it he was raising his head from where he had been placing greedy kisses against her neck and he leaned his forehead against hers, looking down at her worriedly.

His thrusts stopped and he gently wiped her tears.

“El?”

“Don’t stop.” She pleaded, her hands holding tightly to his hips, rolling her own against his to goad him into moving again.

A choked moan escaped him, his eyes quickly squeezing shut as he tried hard to not lose it then and there. He kissed her firmly as he began to slide in and out of her slowly once again.

They stayed there, intertwined, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths intermingling as each moan echoed the others. He reached down, hiking her thigh upwards higher on his hip, allowing him to move even deeper inside her, causing him to grunt and move just the slightest pace faster.

Iella moaned loudly, her nails digging into skin at the toe curling feeling.

Din huffed out a heavy breath, his jaw clenching as he felt his end nearing all too soon. He was too worked up, too desperate for her that he couldn't hold back any longer.

“Iella,” He warned, his voice stiff as his fingers dug into her thigh tightly. The briefest of fears of bruising her flashed through his mind, but before he could even think of easing up, her walls tightened around him, turning his mind to mush and erasing any trace of worry. “Fuck!” He yelled out, his thrusts becoming jarring as he approached the edge.

Iella’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and with just a few powerful thrusts later, she reached ecstasy again. A scream of his name fell from her lips as she trembled against him.

His own echoing scream of her name followed just seconds later as he came hard inside her.

He practically collapsed against her, but she didn’t mind. He was a comforting weight against her. Their heavy breaths were soon the only thing heard in the dark room as aftershocks flowed through them like rolling clouds.

She raked her hands up and down the length of his back that was still shaking slightly.

As their racing hearts slowed, their breathing calming, their bodies becoming limp with pleasured exhaustion, they didn’t move from each other’s arms. The press of his lips lazily moving across her shoulder made her smile lightly and she hugged him against her tighter.

They were perfectly content, something the both of them had needed to feel desperately.

~~~

The next morning Iella woke with a smile on her face and a pleasurable ache between her thighs from the night before.

Din was draped over her like a blanket, his hair tickling her nose, making her face crease happily. She looked down at him, biting her lip to stifle a laugh at how tightly he clung to her, even in his sleep.

“Hey, baby, wake up.” She called out softly, her hands toussling his messy hair.

He moaned tiredly, stirring slightly before waking with a displeased groan. He tightened his grip on her, nuzzling in closer to her.

“Don’t wanna get up.” He moaned and she laughed lightly at the childish whine to his voice.

The sound of her laugh had his own smile growing and he craned his neck to look up at her. Those beautiful eyes of hers felt like a gift to him. The relief that shot through him was so intense he could’ve sworn it stopped his heart.

“We should stay like this for the rest of the day.”

“And who would look after the kid?”

“He has powers. He’s more than qualified to look after himself.” He shrugged, earning him a playful shove from her. Din huffed out a laugh and snuggled in closer to her, his eyes falling closed once again. “Just give me a few more minutes.”

Iella was left unable to refuse. Being back in arms felt too good to give up just yet.

The couple stay wrapped up in each other, indulging in a closeness that had been lost for so long. They were both content, more content that they had been in over a year, and were just moments away from falling back to sleep, when the muffled whine of the child stirred them out of their daze.

Din cursed lightly under his breath and began to slowly heave himself out of bed and away from his wife with a groan.

“I’ll be right there, kid.” Din called out as he began to put his armour on, the helmet being the last piece he put on.

Iella watched with a faraway look in her eye. She always admired how he looked in his suit. It portrayed a controlled figure, one she loved to be dominated by. It stirred something within her, even years later.

The shining new beskar that adorned his body only heightened her admiration and attraction, one her manipulated self couldn’t appreciate fully. She didn’t think the suit could get any better, but she’d obviously been wrong.

“You look good in the new suit.”

Din looked back at her and smirked, her compliment only sending him further into irresponsibility. He was ready to take off every inch of armour he’d just put on and keep themselves locked away from reality until the end of time.

“You better get out there before he tears the ship apart.” She spoke again, knowing exactly where his mind had wandered to and reminding him of what he had gotten out of bed to do.

The mischievous smile on her face made his stomach flip pleasurably. She was her again. She was the teasing yet shy woman he loved and it continued to drive him crazy in the best way possible. He shook his head and opened the door of the bunk.

I’ve missed that, he thought to himself fondly.

Iella slowly sat up, stretching out her aching muscles. She could hear Din tend to the child and the happy coos he received in greeting. Her smile grew, butterflies erupting at the noise. The feeling of completeness she felt being with both of them wasn’t something she expected to feel so greatly.

It always sent a thrill inside her, watching him with the child, but now, with her mind fully restored, her memories of and feelings for Din fully restored, it sent her into a tizzy. She remembered just how much she loved this man and it was the greatest feeling in the galaxy.

It still felt surreal, having all these memories back, finally having a past, a personality, a sense of self.

She slowly crept out of bed, making her way to the fresher, the smile still on her face as she heard Din and the child get breakfast started.

As she stepped into the fresher, not bothering to close the door behind her, her eyes met her reflection in the small mirror in front of her. She pursed her lips at the unkempt state she was in and grabbed a brush, working to undo the mess of tangles Din had caused the night before.

As she pulled her hair back over her shoulder, a glaring red mark on her neck caught her attention.

But it wasn’t a mark left by her husband in passion.

No, it was the mark of torture, where her tracking device had been. The one she had Din cut out her first day back on the Crest, when she’d been… someone else.

Her wistful smile fell, a blank expression overtaking her once bright features. She looked deeply at her reflection, at her eyes, not recognizing the haunted ones that stared back at her.

Who are you?

No one.

Who do you belong to?

You, Master.

What is your job?

To kill.

The words echoed in her head on a loop. Memories swirled in her mind so quickly it left her dizzy. Each one filled with blood and torture and violence, making her wince. Her chest began to feel heavy and tight with despair.

Letting out a shuddering breath, she turned the tap on, splashing cold water on her face, hoping it could lessen the anxiety she suddenly felt.

Like a siren calling to her, she looked up again, meeting her own haunted gaze. It was like she couldn’t resist meeting her trauma, like she felt she needed to face it, like there was no other option but to face it.

Screams of pain and terror echoed in her mind, the screams of her victims, innocent people whose light she snuffed out mercilessly, without remorse.

Now, the remorse was catching up to her and hitting her full force, it felt like it would suffocate her.

“Iella.” Din’s stern voice called out from beside her, making her jump in her spot, her gaze snapping to his. “I was calling you.” He said, slowly reaching out to turn off the tap she’d left running.

“Sorry, I was… zoning out.” She breathed out, plastering on a small smile in the guise of her stability that clearly was severely damaged. But she wasn’t ready to tell him that just yet and ruin this loving reunion they were both basking in.

“Zoning out? Do you think the child did something when he healed-”

“No, no, not like that. I was just lost in thought. You know how I get. My head’s always in the clouds.” She assured him, patting his arm as she passed him to leave the fresher that was suddenly feeling too small and cramped for her to breathe.

Din knew his wife was a dreamer, that she was usually lost in daydreams, but this was different. He had a feeling those clouds her head was in were dark and thunderous, shrouded with horrible memories.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He said slowly, slightly feeling out of his element as to how to approach the incredibly traumatic events she had faced. He didn’t exactly know what to do to help her, but dammit, he would try his absolute best.

“I know. But there’s nothing to talk about.”

Her side stepping of the situation made him roll his eyes and he walked after her, unable to let this be the end of the conversation.

“El, you were just brought back to life after the man that tortured you and wiped your mind for a year tried to kill you. No one would be ok after that.” He reached for her hand, making her stop in her tracks. The way she refused to meet his eyes was very telling and he could tell just what her anxious mind was telling her.

“You don’t have to pretend to be strong. You’re allowed to have a moment of weakness.”

“I don’t need one. I just need you.”

Din’s expression softened slightly. He didn’t want her to breeze through her trauma, to ignore it and let it fester, but he couldn’t deny that hearing her want him healed his aching heart. After so long of practically begging for her affection with her twisted self, it felt so good to hear her need him again.

To feel wanted by her again was all he wanted and it was such a relief to hear it again.

“Din, I swear to you, I’m ok. I’ll tell you when I’m not.” She told him genuinely, holding his hands tightly.

He nodded, trusting that she would confide in him when she needed to and knowing he shouldn’t push her now.

“So, where are we headed?” She asked, changing the subject. The promise of a vacation was enticing, something she desperately needed to take her mind off things that threatened to break her.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t care. As long as I get a king sized bed to stretch out on.”

Din laughed, he certainly couldn’t blame her for that. Their cramped bunk was something they had talked about replacing for years, but they had never gotten around to it.

“I was thinking Naboo. I know you love the waterfalls there.”

Iella smiled widely and nodded. “Yeah. Naboo sounds perfect.”

Din tightened his grip on her hands and leaned down, pressing his armoured forehead against hers, unable to resist the slightest contact.

He had just gotten her back and he would be damned if he didn’t indulge.

“I’ll set the course.” He whispered, taking a few extra seconds to linger in her embrace before he finally forced his feet to move and he made his way up to the cockpit.

It was only a minute later, when the Crest had taken off and was in hyperspace, that he jumped back down into the hull, refusing to be away from her, if only for a few minutes.

He didn’t care if he looked clingy. He was taking every opportunity to be with her he could get. It was the least he could get after what he’d been through the past year.

As Iella held the child in her arms, she leaned back against his sturdy frame behind her. She certainly wasn’t complaining about his closeness.

She was as happy as him to have it again.

Landing on Naboo was easier than they expected. Din had booked a small cottage, away from the city center, in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for them to lay low in.

Iella was beaming as he led her inside. It was the sight of their own room, with their own full sized bed, that had her practically bouncing up and down in her shoes that made him unable to stifle his smile.

“You like it?”

“I love it.” She breathed out happily. “This is amazing. It reminds me…” She trailed off, biting her lip in hesitation.

“What?” He asked, a worried frown suddenly overtaking his features at her suddenly serious tone.

“This cottage… it reminds me of Scarif, of where we stayed on our honeymoon.”

Din’s breath caught in his throat at her words. Just days ago she had forgotten about Scarif, about where they had gotten married, and now… she had memories of things he didn’t even need to remind her of.

It was almost too much to handle.

Iella’s soft smile, one of happiness and pride for herself, for remembering, fell quickly as Din left the room suddenly. It was only when his heavy footsteps were heard just seconds later and he stormed into the room, throwing his helmet off his head, the child no longer in his arms, that she realized what he had been doing.

“If we keep putting the kid to bed at all hours, we’ll start becoming bad parents.”

“He’ll get over it.”

Iella felt a shiver race down her spine at the heated tone of his voice and the look of hunger in his eyes. He was on her a second later, taking a few long strides before he was in front of her, his hands cradling her cheeks as he kissed her deeply.

She lost all sense of the world as he kissed her hungrily and they fell onto the bed in a throw of fiery passion.

“I still can’t believe it. I can’t believe you’re here with me again.” Din babbled. He suddenly pulled away, taking in a deep breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried hard to ground himself, to not burst into tears with the emotion that flooded him so overwhelmingly.

“I’m right here.” She whispered, her arms winding around him, holding him closely. “I’m not going anywhere, not again.”

He crashed his lips to hers before he could burst into tears. As he kissed her deeply and stripped her of her clothes, he realized he hadn’t felt so right, so at home, since he’d lost her over a year ago.

As he touched her, as he made love to her, everything suddenly seemed right in the galaxy.

Hours later, they lay curled together on the large bed, barely letting even an inch between them. They had always been a couple that relied on physical touch, but now they were barely able to let each other go now.

Her head was perched on his bare chest, her fingers tracing mindless patterns on his skin. She felt a strange puckering on his side that she wasn’t familiar with and her brows furrowed. She raised her head, looking down intently at the scar on his ribs as her fingers brushed it gently.

“This is new.”

Din looked down, following her gaze. “Oh yeah, that was a few months back. Some drunk Rodian got rowdy when I tried to handcuff him.”

“Hmm.” Was all she said.

A strange feeling overtook her at his explanation. It made her uncomfortable to know there was this entire year apart where she knew nothing about what he’d been through. They had been attached at the hip for so long, leaning on each other during jobs, being partners and best friends. It felt strange that there was now so much she didn’t know, so much she wasn’t there for.

“I’m fine. It was just a graze.” He told her, knowing from her silence where her mind had drifted to.

“That’s more than a graze, Din.”

“You know I’ve never been good with that medical shit.” He joked, making her smile and hug his side tighter.

Her eyes fell closed again as his hand moved to caress up and down the length of the back. A loud sigh left her lips as pure relaxation washed over her at his touch.

“We don’t have any food.” Iella spoke up, her sleepy voice breaking the calm silence that coated the room.

“I can go out and pick some things up.” He offered, watching with a small smile at the relaxation on her face, relaxation that he was causing her.

Suddenly, a loud whine from the other room broke them of their loving daze. Iella sat up, moving to place her clothes back on to tend to the child, causing Din to frown as the heat from her body left his.

“You want me to leave him here?”

“No, you should take him with you. Let him get some fresh air. I’m sure he’s gonna be sick of us holeing him up in here.” She answered.

“If he knew how much fun we were having holed up in here, he wouldn’t complain.” Din muttered, only slightly sarcastically.

“Don’t you dare corrupt that sweet, innocent child.” Iella warned, making him laugh.

Iella bit her lip at the sound, one she would never tire of hearing. She hadn’t realized she’d drifted off into space again, though this time her happy smile gave away what she was certainly not thinking about, unlike last time.

“What?” Din’s voice made her focus again and promptly blush when she noticed his gaze on her and that she’d been caught staring dreamily at him.

“Nothing, I just… missed you, a lot.”

Din’s face softened and butterflies erupted within every inch of his body. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, not even having words capable enough to describe to her how much he missed her, how much he loved her.

Suddenly, the door flew open and, thanks to his quick reflexes, Din practically threw himself from Iella and tossed the blanket over his head. Iella laughed loudly at the sight of the child standing in the doorway, his little hand raised, his eyes closed in concentration as he used his powers to open their door.

“Hey, buddy. What do you think you’re doing?” She stood and, as his grabby hands signalled, picked him up into her arms. “I’m sorry we’ve been ignoring you.” She told him and the way he nuzzled into the crook of her neck was enough to let her know he wasn’t mad.

“Can you hand me my helmet?” Din’s muffled voice from under the blanket called out.

Smiling at the ridiculousness of the situation, she grabbed her husband’s helmet and held it out to him. His arm shot out and grabbed it, his form finally revealing itself once his face was covered.

“He’s part of our clan. Doesn’t that technically mean he can see your face?” Iella asked him, knowing to tread lightly when it came to questions of his creed which he adhered to very strictly.

“It’s different.” Was all as he said as he stood to place the rest of his armour on.

She nodded wordlessly, knowing this wasn’t a conversation to have now.

“Now, you better be good for your daddy.” Iella spoke to the child as she rocked him in her arms. “No causing trouble and no stealing sweets. He does that, watch for those hands, he’s sneaky.” She told Din who nodded with a slight chuckle.

“Got it.”

Once he was fully armoured with his weapons strapped to him, he took the child from Iella’s arms.

“You sure you’ll be ok here by yourself?” He asked, a small, selfish part of him wishing she would cave and come with them, but he knew it was safer for her to stay here.

“I’ll be fine.” She assured him, gently brushing a knuckle over the child’s head whose eyes closed in contentment. She smiled softly and moved to caress the bottom of Din’s helmet. “You make sure you’re careful. We don’t need rebels on our ass.”

He nodded and leaned down, pressing the forehead of his helmet against hers as his hand covered hers.

“I’ll be quick.” He promised, squeezing her hand and moved towards the front door, sparing a look back at her before leaving.

Iella let out a long exhale as the door shut behind him and she was alone. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, her fingertips tapping against her skin as her eyes roamed the empty room she stood in, looking for something to occupy her time.

She sat herself on the bed, smiling softly at the fluffy pillows rested beneath her, something she considered to be one of the greatest luxuries. She grabbed a book she’d brought with her, one she’d found at the back of a shelf on the Razor Crest.

The book occupied her for a little while, allowing her just a little bit of reprieve from the real world. But it didn’t take long for her mind to begin to wander. She soon found herself rereading the same sentence over and over, the words on the page never registering.

She let the book fall from her hands and she looked around the empty room once again, her nerves beginning to rise.

The silence that greeted her made her stomach turn.

She thought some solitude would do her well, that it would calm her nerves, but it was having the opposite effect. The silence soon turned to screams that echoed in her mind.

They were her own, hers that sounded while her mind was wiped. They were others, her victims that pleaded for their lives.

They intermingled into a symphony of torture, one that threatened to break her completely.

Without much thought, she raced out of the cottage, stumbling on her feet as she moved and slammed the door closed behind her.

She took in a ragged deep breath, letting her eyes fall closed as she let the cool breeze wash over her.

Images flashed in her mind, images of bloodshed and carnage that she had caused. Placing her hands over her face, she breathed deeply, forcing herself to calm down, to rid herself of the horrifying memories that plagued her. She could feel a haze coming over her, a familiar numbness taking over. A breath got choked in her throat.

That assassin was still in her, fuck, she was her.

Iella stumbled over to the hillside and sat herself down in the grass, her legs dangling over the edge and her hands taking fistfuls of the earth below her, trying her hardest to ground herself, to not let that numbness rule her.

~~~

His mind was on her as he made his way back from the market. To be away from her on a foreign planet, even for just an hour, had him on edge.

He finally had her back in his life, they had a second chance - well, a third chance he presumed - and he wasn’t going to take that for granted. He knew she needed her space, but it was killing him to think of all the horrible things that could go wrong in his absence.

Voros was dead, but the Empire was alive. They were still at risk and he wouldn’t rest until they were all dead and buried.

As he walked along the beach as he approached their little cottage on the hillside, he looked upwards, noticing her form sitting on the hill’s edge. He smiled softly at the sight of her. The way her long hair flowed in the wind was mesmerizing.

Everything about the sight of her was mesmerizing.

The child cooed at the sight of her, his face lighting up in anticipation of playing with her.

Din rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll see your favourite person soon. Don’t need to rub it in.” He mumbled playfully.

He was looking down at the child with a smirk, when his content face suddenly turned into one of fear as a loud cry of worry left him. Din’s head snapped upwards, looking for what had suddenly spooked him.

His heart dropped, a feeling of terror as heavy as lead settling in his stomach as he heard the splash of water and saw the hill’s edge suddenly void of Iella’s figure.

She had jumped into the water.

He screamed her name and sprinted as fast as he possibly could. As he made his way to the water’s edge, he hastily dropped the bag of food he was holding and snatched the satchel off his shoulder that held the child, placing it down in the sand.

“Stay there!” He yelled back to the child firmly as he raced forward into the water. He moved as quickly as the crashing waves would allow, eventually leading him to dive under the water, swimming as fast as he could to reach her.

His heart was racing, his body tense with terror that was beginning to feel all too familiar for his liking.

With a slew of curses racing through his mind as his heavy armour slowed his movements, he eventually found her, her still form floating in the clear water. His heart jumped and he wrapped his arms around her, not noticing how she suddenly began to struggle, trying to push him off her as he hauled her to the surface.

Iella sputtered, coughing and heaving for breath as she pushed herself out of the grip she hadn’t realized was her husband’s.

She turned, ready to strike, but immediately deflated when she noticed the visor staring back at her.

“Din?” She asked breathlessly, her face creasing in confusion at the sight of him and why he was pulling her out of the water like a lifeguard.

“What the fuck was that?!” He screamed, his grip on her waist tight, like he still felt he needed to keep her afloat.

“What? What the hell are you doing?”

“Me?! You jumped off the fucking cliff!”

“Din, it’s ok. It wasn’t that far. It’s not like we’ve never done this before.” She argued back. There had been a time, when they were young and reckless (and a little drunk), that they’d gone cliff jumping in the middle of the night.

She didn’t think this was much different.

Din obviously didn’t agree. He didn’t even have time to be relieved by the knowledge that she’d blatantly brought up a distant memory, something that, in any other circumstance, would’ve elated him.

He could only feel the fear that was still buzzing within him at what he’d first thought. A loud, ragged gasp left his lips, one that sounded like he was struggling to breathe.

“You… you can’t just… fuck, El. You scared the shit out of me.” He spoke, his voice shaking.

Iella opened her mouth, ready to argue back, but no words came out. She realized what it looked like, what was running through Din’s mind. And the fear in his voice made guilt fester within her so deeply, it left her chest aching.

“I'm sorry. I didn’t mean for it to look… like that.” She explained. She reached out, winding her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so there was no space left in between them. “Din, I’m so sorry.”

He held her tighter, his hands bunching the wet shirt against her back into fists, like he was trying to get even closer to her.

“Why’d you do it?” He asked. He remembered that time on Corellia when they’d jumped into the water like a couple of energetic kids. He remembered she’d been terrified to jump.

A change so simple wouldn’t have normally set him on edge, but now, after everything she’d been through, any slight deviation from the person she was all those years ago, sent terror coursing through his veins.

His time with that wiped version of her made him paranoid over every little detail now.

“I just… I needed to feel something.” Iella said softly, as if she were reluctant to divulge the crisis she endured in his absence. “When I was that person, when I was on jobs, I would just feel numb. It was like I was walking in a daze, like I was watching everything happen from behind a screen.”

Din’s breathing hitched and his hands instinctively began a soothing motion on her back when he heard the crack in her voice as her emotions began to break. He stayed quiet, allowing her as much time as she needed to get it out.

This was the most she’d spoken about her experience since he’d gotten her back and he wasn’t about to pressure her in any way.

“I started to feel that again.” She admitted, tears beginning welling in her eyes. “I jumped because I didn’t want any reminder of that… killer.” She spat the word with venom in her voice.

“You’re not that person any more. You never were, not really.”

“I don’t think my psyche really cares about technicalities.”

Din sighed at her cynical words and pulled her into him, letting her head rest against his shoulder as she hugged him tightly. The waves lapped at them methodically, effectively soothing both their racing hearts.

“I jumped because I needed to do something, anything, to not feel that anymore. I needed to shock my system or… I dunno, I just got desperate, I guess. It was the only thing I could think of.”

He nodded in understanding, his fear ebbing away the more he understood why she’d done what she’d done. It was finally sinking in that what she did wasn’t exactly deadly, tourists did that all the time in these waters, but because it was her and now, he couldn’t help but have thought the worst.

“Next time wait for me and I’ll be jumping right beside you.”

Iella smiled softly, her love and gratitude for him blossoming to new heights she hadn’t even realized existed.

“Deal.”

All Din could do was hold her and hope tomorrow would be better.

I hope you enjoyed some fluff before I put my OC through it again

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Reguri Week Day 5: Based on a Song

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Song I chose was the Silver Snow Cover of I Choose You because, it somehow has Reguri vibes to me.

Here comes trouble, no mistaking Blue Oak was trouble, Red knew that, yet he still wanted to follow after him, every single step of the way, no matter what happened between them. He had to follow Blue, he’d be lost without him. Blue had to lead the way forward, there was certainly no mistaking that fact, Red was too weak to do it all on his own, too weak of heart that is, he and his Pokémon were plenty strong. He just depended too much on Blue to be the one to lead so he could follow. Even if Blue led him astray one day, he would follow no matter the trouble it might cost him.

I'd know you anywhere Blue could find Red anywhere in a crowd, not like it was hard to begin with, but he knew Red better than anyone else. Even if years passed, he would always know that it was him, because he’d grown up with Red by his side, what a fool he would be if he couldn’t recognize him. He knew that Red would always be just a few steps behind him, because he trusted Blue to lead the way. He’d know Red anywhere, even if they were separated, because no matter what, Red meant everything.

I could sail to the ends of the ocean and find you waiting there Red could travel the entire world, and he knew Blue would still be waiting right around every corner, because that’s just the way Blue was. He would wait for Red no matter where he went, no matter when. Even at the very ends of the world, he knew that Blue would somehow still be waiting there for him. He trusted that fact, because Blue, in a way, was his destiny, always a few steps ahead but still lingering, still waiting for Red to catch up. Even at the Indigo League, he was already waiting for Red, at the very end of their journey, he still waited for him to catch up.

I've been searching and searching, near and far Blue didn’t know what he had been searching for when he left Pallet Town, he had just wanted to get out of the place he’d lived almost his entire life. He’d wanted to be free, to search for his own path in life. And he hadn’t found it. He beat the Elite Four, became champion, and he still hadn’t found anything. He’d won but it didn’t feel right. And it had hurt when Red beat him, but it hurt in an empty way. Like something was still missing, something he still had to search for. And he ran, he ran because he didn’t know what was next, he didn’t know what to search for next. He’d looked everywhere already, what more was there to find?

Searching and searching, and there you are Even while Blue was just one or two steps ahead of him, Red sometimes felt like he was even farther to reach, harder to find. He’d wanted to chase after him as soon as he’d run away from the league, but the professor had stopped him, urging him to leave him be for now, but that wasn’t acceptable, not to Red. He had to find Blue, he would be lost without him. And when he finally found him, it was like a breath of fresh air.

Don’t run off like that again.Blue glared at him from where he was sitting on the ground, the other boy’s eyes red and wet from crying. Red wanted to run over to him and pull him into a tight hug, promise to never let him go again, but he knew better. He knew Blue would never accept anything like that from him, not now. Even if he hadn’t known it, he had hurt Blue deeply by taking the championship from him. But no matter where he ran, Red would always follow after him and look for him, simply because he needed him more than anything.

Our wishes share a star Blue had thought they had shared the same dream, no, he knew they had. Ever since they were children, they had always been by each other’s sides seeking out the same future, they had always shared the same wishes for what would come after they could finally leave Pallet Town. The truth of the matter was just that Red had wound up stronger than him. Red might have shared the same wish, but Red was also stronger. Blue almost wished that he could go back to those carefree days where they looked up to the stars side by side, wishing for a better future than the life they had been living then.

I choose you Red had chosen Blue to be his first true friend when they were still just young children. He had chosen Blue to follow, because Blue was the only person he had chosen to even trust. And that trust was wholeheartedly. He could tell Blue anything, any secret would be kept. That’s why he had chosen Blue to love, because Blue was everything. He knew Red better than anyone else in the whole world. Red could just fall in step behind him and he knew Blue would lead him down the right path. He had chosen Blue because Blue was… well Blue. There wasn’t a complicated reason, no true answer, just the deep love of one childhood friend to another. It was trust, trust in the highest possible way. And because he chose Blue, Blue had always chosen him as well.

I choose you Blue had never really known what had tied them together all this time, he had just known that he had chosen Red to be his companion. Travelling or otherwise, they were almost inseparable, ever since they were children. Even if he managed to get ahead of Red, he didn’t fear or falter because he knew Red would always be close behind. Because Red had chosen to follow him, like Blue had chosen to lead. It was balance, this understanding that they had reached. Neither of them would give up for the world, they both knew that. And yet, when Red had chased after him after what had happened at the league, he had shunned him, pushed him away. He always regretted that, in the years to follow. He wasn’t the most open person in the world, but he should have known better, he should have known that Red would always listen no matter what. He chose Red to keep his secrets, just like he kept Red’s in return. It was balance, a sense of trust that would never fade.

What else can I do? He didn’t know what he would do without Blue, Blue was everything to him, the very sun that shone down itself, at least to him. There was nothing else he could do besides choose Blue, because there was no one else he could ever trust like that, not even any of their other friends. It was only Blue, it had always only been Blue. And it always would be, until the day he died. He would always choose Blue because it had to be Blue. There’s nothing else he could do.

We're just too good together to part Blue knew they were good together, almost too good. He never wanted to be separated from Red’s side, they were perfect together. They should have never parted from each other’s sides, but when the time finally came for the two of them to part, it hurt more than anything else Blue had ever felt in his life. It felt like his heart would tear in two. And he hated it, he had wanted to leave with as little fanfare as possible, which was already wholly unlike him, but nevertheless. In the end, he still had to leave, but he felt heartbroken. He would return, but he wouldn’t be the same, he knew that for certain.

What we've shared from the start, feels like one beating heart … … … Red didn’t know what to say. Blue had left. He had left him behind to go do research in another region. He knew he would be back before long, but it was still a long time that they would be apart. But he knew, what they shared, it couldn’t be broken that easily. Blue would always be with him, in one way or another.

I choose you Blue had chosen Red because Red was the only one who really understood him.

I choose you Red had chosen Blue because he was his destiny.

Hello, stranger, don't I know you? As Blue stood atop that mountain, staring at his old friend, he couldn’t help but remark at how much he had changed. Red seemed almost like a stranger to him now. He felt like a stranger. It felt like it had been forever, when really it was only five years, but that was clearly too long. Did he really know Red anymore? Red was taller than him now, Red had changed. And he had changed too. This really should have been expected.

Nice to see you my friend “Hey.” He smiled softly at Blue, who was staring at with shock riddled through his eyes, yet with a fond look at the same time. It was good to see him again, he had felt lost without him. He truly did need Blue to lead the way. His oldest and dearest friend, he couldn’t even begin to tell him how happy he was to see him again. Nice to see you again.

Did we just scale the top of a mountain, and fly back home again? Blue dragged him down that mountain, back home. He needed him back home, he couldn’t Red stay up there a moment longer. It wouldn’t be right to just leave his oldest friend up there all alone.

I've been looking and looking, high and low Red found what he was looking for up there, he had realized with their time apart that Blue had meant more to him than even he had thought. Blue was the very world itself to him. And he just had to spend five years on a mountain to realize that fact. It was almost laughable in a way. But that didn’t matter now, he just wanted to treasure the time he had with Blue now.

Looking and looking. And... what’d ‘ya know?Blue finally found what he was looking for in his travels. He found the path that he truly wanted to pursue, and he hadn’t needed to even struggle for it as much as he had been. It had really been that simple all along, he just hadn’t known it. The path he was going to follow now was the right one, that much he knew. And now Red was by his side again, nothing could go wrong.

It's just like long ago Now that the two of them were back together, Red knew things were just like they had been, just like had been those five painfully long years ago. Blue would lead, and Red would follow. Just like it had always been.

I choose you Blue had chosen to find Red because he needed him, because he loved him.

I choose you Red had chosen to return from that desolate mountain for Blue, because he loved him.

On to journeys anew, with the wonderful friends that I've found As long as Blue had Red and all of the people he had met along the way of his journey, he knew he would always find his way back to on the path he had finally begun to carve out for himself. Everything could finally be fine, just as he had wished it could be when he was a kid.

As the world spins around, we're eternally bound The world kept spinning, day after day, and Red knew that he would spend every one of those days by Blue’s side.

I choose you Blue loved Red.

I choose youAnd Red loved him just as much in return.

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Writing a 8K smut fic instead for my university stuff? Sure, here it is uwu. Jokes aside, I love this man with all my heart and I hope I did him justice, I feel like he'd be extremely demanding and such a TEASE when it comes to sex. Please, let me know if you want more BSD smut because I will GLADLY write more QwQ I'm sorry for any typos here, I wrote this at 4AM! Hope you like it and please leave me a comment if you feel like it TwT <3

You didn’t really comprehend what he was asking you to do at first. You stared at him for a couple of seconds, a blank expression plastered on your face as your eyes blinked cluelessly.

What?

“Here?” You managed with a flushed face, the question unsure and your voice filled with pure embarrassment. He chuckled lowly at your delayed answer, making it harder for your knees to keep your body straight. You took a deep breath to steady you wobbly posture, and looked towards the windowed wall, towards him.

Chuuya was staring back at you, his blue eyes almost menacing as he looked up at you from his sitting position. The lights in his office were dim, the orange tint of sunset echoed throughout the whole room; he was glowing, honestly. He knew exactly how to play that game, he knew what to do to push all the right buttons and make you a flustered mess with the mere use of his words. You knew he was enjoying this, the bastard. Humor was clearly written all over that handsome face of his.

“Why not. It’ll be fun.” He almost groaned as he straightened up, placing his elbows on his desk and getting a better look of your blushing expression. You didn’t even dare to look at him now, you knew better, but you could still feel his unforgiving, grinning gaze heaving on you. Your resistance and your shyness seemed to only entice him more, he loved that side of you because he was the only one allowed to see it. He made sure to remind you of that every waking moment.

It’s not like the two of you were new to that sort of things. He had taken his time breaking you nicely, after all. But you were a quick learner, much to his approval. It has been a couple of months since Chuuya had the balls to finally confess his interest in you; he asked you out right after he came back from an important mission in the West, one that had kept him busy for weeks. It was during those long, lonely weeks that he realised how deeply the thought of you had planted its roots in his mind. He just couldn’t deny himself any longer; all he could think about was how good you’d look between his legs, sucking him off like the good girl you always were with him. It was your fault, honestly. You and those damned tight skirts of yours. He kept saying this to himself, trying to justify his weakness for you; truth is, he was really a goner the first time he saw you enter his office as one of the new Port Mafia secretaries many months before. For him, seeing you everyday had been worse than torture itself: watching you swerve your hips around the office without being able to claim you like he wanted had been both his salvation and his demise. Low curses emitted from his lips every single time he witnessed some other guy trying to flirt his way into your panties, because honestly he blamed himself and his cowardice for not securing himself around you soon enough. All he could do during that time was to sit back and let his groans subdue within his chest without being able to properly call you his.

But that was not the case anymore.

Now, you were his and his only. He was the only one allowed to make you blush like this, his name was the only one you where allowed to scream. He was the only man on this earth who was allowed to find refuge in the warmth between your legs. No one else.

“There’s still people around.” You retorted, hugging the stack of files tighter around your chest as to cover yourself better from his hooded, piercing eyes.

“That’s what makes it fun, Y/N.” His lips curved in a languid smirk, his honeyed voice ringed in your ears, sending shivers down the entirety of your spine. The idea of doing something so… intimate in a place so crowded was totally new for the two of you. Well, at least for you it was. Chuuya had been your first in many, many things, and you trusted him wholeheartedly, but this was really pushing all your boundaries.

You heard him shuffle in his leather armchair, probably growing tired of your insecurity. Chuuya always gets what he wants, you learned it the hard way during these past months. It’s not like he ever forced you to do anything you were not comfortable with, he just liked to experiment with you. He’s constantly trying his best to understand you, unravel what’s in your head, decipher what feels good and what doesn’t. Chuuya always puts you and your pleasure first, he was a true gentleman at heart, and for that you were extremely grateful. It just surprised you at first when you heard him whisper those filthy words only a few moments ago, but you trusted him and his vision.

“I need to fuck you so bad right now, Y/N.” You shivered again, remembering how sultry his voice sounded as you spoke for the first time that day.

He had been extremely busy these past days, it had been almost impossible to get a hold of him even via text, but that didn’t surprise you since he was the executive with the best records in all of Port Mafia’s history. He was really popular in the field and there was a really high demand for him and his services. Time periods in which he was totally unavailable were not unusual, which was something that had frightened you at first. You thought he had grown tired of you the first time you tried to get in contact with him to no avail, he didn’t answer your texts or calls for exactly four days. Needless to say, you were over the moon when he knocked at your door on the fifth night, begging for you to let him in so that he could help you forgive him. It was one of the best nights with him to date, he’d been so needy for your touch and so focused on making you cum all night long, until you had begged him to stop, filled to the brim with his gift. The mere memory of his long, sharp thrusts plunging deep within your drenched core with each raw drag of his hips made your head spin.

“Y/N. Come here.” Chuuya noticed how lost in your thoughts you had become, so he regained your full attention by patting his hand gently on his lap, encouraging you to get closer to his desk. You snapped out of it immediately, and slowly but surely you started walking towards him; the soft clicking of your heels echoed through the room, now completely silent. As you reached him, you clumsily placed the files you’d been clutching on the marble table. Your hands were shaking slightly and he noticed: Chuuya quickly took hold of your right hand, making you gasp in surprise. He took this small window of opportunity and dragged you down so that you were sitting across his strong thighs.

“You don’t trust me?” He smiled at you with hooded eyes, so much darker than usual. He slowly pulled your delicate hands towards his smooth lips, kissing each and every knuckle like his life depended on it. You were his queen, after all. He never failed to make you remember that either.

“It’s not that. You know it’s not that, Chuuya.” You blushed again, the mere thought of what he was proposing was making you weak in your knees once again, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were almost straddling him you’d be on the floor by now. You couldn’t deny that you missed him and his ministrations too, all of this was making you extremely sensitive, your panties felt a tad damp by now.

But you would never admit that to him directly. The man was already so full of himself.

“Hmm. So what is it about? Are you scared someone will see us? Hear us?” He chuckled once again, hoisting your body up so that he could drape your legs to each side of his thighs, making you straddle him completely now. You hissed at the feeling of his already hardening length brushing against your inner thigh.

“Chuuya...” You panted, eyes hooded with lust as his skilled digits started travelling down from your hips to your thighs, so conveniently bare and at his mercy.

“Yes, kitten? Changed your mind?” He smirked, his lips now locked against the soft skin of your neck. He angled himself so that he was resting his forehead right inside the crook of your neck, where your sweet scent was stronger and where he knew exactly how to torture you with his skilled lips. He immediately started nibbling and licking the soft expand up until he reached your sweet spot, the spot he knew would make you mewl and beg. The combination of his plush lips and his nibbling teeth made you moan softy against your will, your hands finding their place in his hair as you gently grazed at his skull. He groaned at the feeling, a primal sound rumbling in his chest at the sensation of you tugging his messy locks.

You didn’t even know when your hips had started to involuntarily buck against his on the chair, your clothed cores colliding slightly with each move; feeling your warmth radiating through his tight dress pants and against his painfully hard cock made him grit his teeth, hard. He’d been hard all day thinking about this, about you straddling his cock and taking him in so perfectly in your tight little pussy. Man, he loved how tight you felt against his pulsing, throbbing length just before you cummed, he couldn’t wait to finally plunge himself inside you and fill you up nicely. You were making him loose all his cool.

Without a single word, he snaked one arm around your tiny waist to support you better while his free hand travelled from your thighs to your skirt, hiking it up just enough to reveal your damp panties to his hungry, hooded eyes. He smirked teasingly at you, one eyebrow shooting up just to mock your current state. He then pressed his solid cock against you experimentally, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of his clothed length nestled tightly against your folds, but more importantly watching how your chest rose up in shock from the sudden contact. Fuck, he could cum just by looking at your flushed face right now. Your tiny whimpers and moans were music to his ears, hands down his favourite sound in the whole world: they never failed to set his groin on fire, knowing that you were feeling this good because of him, and him only.

Chuuya rolled his hips a couple more times, the both of you panting and grinding against the other like two horny teenagers who didn’t know better. The dry and rough feeling of your panties and his dress pants against your most sensitive area made you whimper his name with each one of his slow, yet precise thrusts.

“You like this, uh? You fucking love it, don’t you? Look at you, humping my thighs to get yourself off. Tsk, I thought you were a good girl, Y/N.” His dirty talking did nothing to help your current situation, it only made the unbearable ache between your legs burn and sting deeper. You opened your eyes briefly just to stare at him, noticing how he wasn’t in a better state than you where. He looked just as desperate as you did, his bangs falling messily across his face, teeth gritting with purpose and eyes focused on the place where your bodies connected. Well, should connect. The feeling of your clothing was almost unbearable now, you wanted to touch him so badly, to feel his warm skin under your fingers, to caress his muscles and leave marks on that pretty back of his.

“Chuuya, please...” You whined, not really sure what you were asking him to do but you needed some sort of relief. Anything would do, really.

“Please what, Y/N? Aren’t you going to be a good girl for me and cum all over my leg? I want to feel you drench my pants.” He groaned, his blue eyes completely filled with the pure black of his blown out irises. Fuck, he was so hot, asking you to do that so he could simply enjoy the view. And with that, one of his fingers hooked your panties just enough to pull them to the side; your glistening core was finally able to directly brush against the clothed muscles of his thigh and to occasionally bump against his painfully solid erection. You heard Chuuya curse beneath his breath at the mere sight of your drenched pussy dragging over and staining his work pants.

“Chuu- Fuck!” You bucked your hips a couple more times, grinding down harshly against him in order to reach your limit and finally give him what he wanted to see. You opened your glazed eyes, hands shooting right back at his hair and pulling it softly so that he understood the signal. You wanted him to look at you, to see how desperate he had made you. How hungry you were for him and his touch. His dark eyes met your hooded ones, sharp canines revealing under his satisfied grin. The way you were grinding your hips against his was making it hard for him to focus on anything but your core, but fuck he loved to see you cum. To see those pretty eyes of yours roll back in ecstasy and to hear his name though your moans.

“Fuck Y/N... That’s it. Cum on me, let me hear you, princess.” He roared, the grip of his arm tightening around your waist and helping you move against him better, now that your legs were spasming and growing tired. He dragged your lower half against him a couple of times more before you felt the knot in your lower belly unravel, almost painfully. His words coaxed you to reach your limit, the idea of his hungry eyes fixed on your convulsing form turned your legs into jelly. You came hard, really hard, moaning his name loudly, almost desperately. The strength of his arms never leaving you as he continued bucking his hips against yours, prolonging your orgasm by tenfold. Then the so familiar overstimulation came, and everything felt too much for you, so you gently pushed his chest away and rested your back against the edge of the desk, trying to distanziate your core from his body as best as the position allowed you. You experimentally opened your eyes: all you saw was his usual smug grin wide on his face, and his hungry eyes.

You almost felt yourself coming undone again.

“Such a sight to behold.” He grinned at you, a tingle of something oddly sweet laced in his voice. You smiled back at him, your breath was still ragged and uneven but you craved more. You always did when it came to him.

“Look at the mess you made, princess. My dress pants are ruined for good. Such a nasty little girl, aren’t you?” He continued, knowing exactly how to get under your skin. He knew how flustered the whole ordeal would make you, yet he decided to torture even further with his dirty comments. You looked down at his pants, noticing the big, wet splotch that was turning the grey material of his expensive pants black and moist. You blushed heavily at the sight of your desire for him so clearly evident on his clothes and fingers.

“My, my. What to do about this reckless behaviour of yours, uhm? You certainly enjoyed yourself a lot.”

“Quit the crap, Chuuya. You asked for this.” You honestly weren’t good at reacting to his dirty talk, it made you fluster badly and it sometimes embarrassed you to the point that your ears turned red. He loved seeing you like that though, all shy and prudish after what you had just done.

“Tsk. Who taught you to talk like that?” His brows knitted together with fake annoyance and shock, while his arm snaked back to his original place around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest, demanding a kiss.

“You did.” You leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek instead, mockingly. He clearly wasn’t happy with it, so he immediately trapped your face between his hands, fingers tilting your chin so that he could have easy access to those pretty lips of yours and finally devour them.

The kiss was rough and dry at first. Teeth colliding together messily as his tongue fought to enter your lips but you sealed them tightly, making him groan with anger. When did his little angel turn into the stubborn demon that was straddling him just now? Was it his fault that she became so skilled in making him loose his cool?

Chuuya knew how to play that game, though. His hands travelled down to your plump backside that he so eagerly worshipped, grabbing handfuls of it, roughly. You gasped in surprise, his raw touch enough to set you ablaze again as you felt his tongue finally colliding against yours in a fight for dominance you knew you couldn’t win. He was everywhere around you; his musky scent was so strong you honestly thought you could just pass out from it.

“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to a better use instead of babbling profanities, my love?” He questioned lowly, your bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he pulled it slightly and bit on it until you sensed the coppery taste of blood on your tongue. You hissed at the sharp pain, wincing away from his hold. Looking right back at him, his hands started to softly circle patterns across the bare skin of your legs, up until his fingers reached under your shirt. You moaned at the feeling of his strong, calloused hands feeling you up and kneading your tender breasts, pinching your nipples from underneath your lacy bra.

You slowly removed yourself from him, the awkward position had left your legs sore and weak from how roughly you were pressing down into his hard body. His eyes never stopped following your every movement, curious to see if you’d actually accept his challenge and blow him in his office. Out in the open.

As you kneeled before him underneath the desk you didn’t fail to notice the way he was grinning from ear to ear, his hands still glued to your chest, cupping you from beneath. Fucking bastard, you couldn’t wait to make him beg for it. With a swift motion of your hands, you pushed his arms away to grant yourself a better access to his clothed lower half. His tight pants did nothing to conceal the evident bulge of erection, which was straining painfully near his thighs. Slowly, your tiny hands palmed him through his clothes, stroking him gently and experimentally; you almost chuckled at his sudden reaction, his hips instantly bucking into your hands looking for any sort of relief, his eyes glazed and semi-closed but still fixed on yours, a sharp inhale of breath through his gritted teeth echoed to your ears. The sight of him completely lost in your touch and so needy for you to continue was something that will always occupy a special place in your mind. Gods, he was so handsome.

You slowly grazed the entire outline of his cock with your fingers while your other hands continued palming and fondling his base, making him groan loudly with eagerness. Chuuya loved foreplay: he especially loved receiving it, having your lips encase his whole length tightly while choking because of his girth, but today you noticed a tinge of impatience in his every movement. From the strong grasp of his hands on your head, to the unsatisfied groans he was so desperately trying to suppress, while he twisted and turned in his armchair with knitted brows… Everything seemed to indicate that he wasn’t up for any of it today.

“Y/N…” The tone of his voice seemed almost menacing, and you smiled at how desperate he already sounded. You loved how his eyes dared you to continue your little game; but you were a smart girl, you quickly learned not to challenge him or else he’d deny you any form of release until you begged and screamed his name. Shuddering at the mere memory of one long and evenful night, when he had punished your teasing by fucking your throat raw, your hands quickly grabbed his belt to undo it. As soon as you were able to unfasten his leather belt, you hooked your tiny fingers into the loops of his pants, while your other hands worked fast to unzip him. His eyes were deeply focused towards your hands, which were working desperately to free him from his expensive dress pants, his head was hanging low so that your foreheads were almost touching. Finally, you started pulling down his slacks, eager to release his cock and please him: with one single pull he was left in his tight boxer briefs, which you skilfully pulled down as well, just enough for his throbbing cock to spring free and rest on his clothed stomach.

“F-Fuck.” He hissed, his head lolled back to rest against the plush leather of his armchair. The feeling of cold air finally caressing his painful erection was pure bliss. You smiled at his reaction and took the opportunity to admire his cock in all his glory.

He was definitely well packed down there, your eyes always grew to the size of saucers every time you saw his cock spring free of his confinements. The first time you two had been intimate with each other you asked him if he was sure it could fit inside of you, honestly clueless about all of this. You remembered his low chuckles, how they made you tremble with anticipation as he answered in your ear that yes, it would fit because your body was made for him. Time has passed, sure, but you would never grow tired of the sight of his leaking, red tip and angry pulsing veins waiting for your touch. You licked your lips while your delicate fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft, pumping him slowly but firmly. You knew the exact amount of pressure that he liked to be touched with; you knew that he much preferred to be squeezed tightly at the base but gently at his tip, all of it while your other hand gently fumbled with his balls. Chuuya hissed and groaned as soon as he felt your warm hands on him, head still lolled back and breath coming out in harsh pants, cursing from time to time. He was really a goner for your delicate but skilled touch.

He trained you well, after all.

You quickly established a slow but consistent pace of your pumps, making him shiver each time your fingers would graze against his enraged, velvety tip. Your lips found their place at his neck, nibbling and biting along the thick vein up to his sharp jawline, possibly leaving some love bites across his pale skin. He roared loudly when a particular snap of your wrist engulfed his whole leaky tip in a firm grasp, making him wince and spasm under you. He was so sticky and wet already, the mere thought made you clench around nothing.

“What’s wrong, baby? Coming already?” You teased him, licking the shell of his ear and biting his lobe mockingly. You removed your hand from his tight balls and ran it under his shirt, your nails scratching along his toned abs up to his solid chest while your other hand was still pumping around his cock. He finally looked at you: his eyes were now completely black and filled with liquid lust, a sheer layer of sweat was making his skin glow under the sunset light; he was grinning at you while his hot breath fanned across your face in incoherent pants.

“I thought I asked you to use your pretty mouth, Y/N.” He suddenly pushed away your hand from his cock, harshly, almost making you loose your already precarious balance. His strong hands grabbed hold of your frail shoulders, pushing you back down under his desk with a big toothy grin. You were now back on your knees, the sweet prospect of dominance shuttered in just a few seconds; you hummed softly at the delicious sight before you: his cock was completely slicked with his own precum, which was even dribbling down onto his smooth balls and boxers, while the thick veins along the entirety of his shaft pulsed and throbbed from your previous ministrations. You felt a sharp clench again. Your hands found their place on his knees and thighs as you positioned yourself to get a better access over his cock, taking it back into your hands and slowly dipping your face down to plant a first soft kiss on the tip. He felt velvety and smooth on your lips as you started placing kisses all over it, making his hips buck in response. How he loved when you worshipped his cock like this.

Your tongue darted out, tracing along his sensitive slit where precum was already oozing out in thick bubbles, the salty taste that you loved coating your wet muscle as you finally closed your lips around his tip and started circling it skilfully. You heard him moan above you, his hands found mercy in your long, silky hair as he kept your head steady between his legs with a strong hold, pulling it into a loose ponytail so that he could see you blow him better. He flinched and spasmed again as you started bobbing your head slowly, taking him wholly inside your mouth until his tip reached the back of your tight, warm throat. The hands that were still glued to his knees moved: with one, you started massaging his balls again, loving how smooth and soft they felt and knowing how much he liked that kind of stimulation, while the other hand travelled to hike his shirt up, revealing his lower abs to your hungry eyes. Your nails grazed at the expanse of his lower stomach, a faint trace of hair trailed from under his navel down to frame the pretty cock inside your mouth. You hummed around him, he vibrations coursing through his length made him hum in response too.

“Fuck… You look so beautiful between my legs. With your mouth full of my cock like this… Fuck baby… You’re so good to me.” He kept cursing and moaning above you as he praised you and your mouth. His nails were massaging the sides of your skull lovingly, hips bucking slightly to meet your pace halfway.

All kinds of fluids, yours and his, were dribbling down the sides of your mouth to your chin as you choked and gulped around him, his pants and boxers messy with new splotches and stains. He didn’t seem to care in the slightest though, too enamoured with the sight and with the feeling of you choking and struggling around his angry length. He was now starting to fuck your throat: it was a bad habit of his that you were slowly growing accustomed to, but it always hurt at the beginning no matter how many times he did it before. The discomfort of his cock plunging deep inside your throat repeatedly mixed with the loss of air induced by the fact that he was keeping your head steady with his hands almost made you pass out. He was that intense when it came to chase down his own release. You struggled under him, his breath hot and loud above you making you slick with arousal for him again. He sounded oh so desperate to cum, to spill his load deep down your convulsing throat and make you swallow all of his seed like you were hungry for it. Feeling his legs and thighs twitch under your hands, you relaxed your throat: he was so close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned loudly, his hips giving a couple more thrusts inside your mouth until you felt the underside of his cock tremble on your tongue, coating your throat with thick spurts of his cum. You eagerly swallowed everything he was willing to give you, until he stilled and panted loudly above you. His hands were still caressing your head and hair, his hold releasing almost all of its pressure and giving you room to breathe, to relax around him. Looking up, you saw that his head was still reversed back into the armchair, his Adam’s apple bobbing fast as he tried to recover as much air as possible after his climax. You licked his cock clean, and finally released it with a loud pop; your eyes followed it, watching how it now rested limply over his toned lower abs, red and spent but somehow still hard and twitching. Chuuya was still lost in his afterglow bliss, his chest was rising a bit more steadily now while he hummed his approval, opening his glazed eyes to finally lock his loving gaze with yours. His hand connected with your left cheek, massaging it tenderly while watching you with hooded, grateful eyes; his finger collected a small drop of cum that managed to escape your lips and dribble down your chin, pushing it back into your mouth with a low groan rumbling in his chest as you sucked on his finger and cleaned it up thoroughly.

Then, your shy gaze averted from his heavy, sultry one; it was so amusing to him that you still managed to feel embarrassed after taking his cock so perfectly deep inside your mouth, after everything the two of you had done together, but nevertheless he loved that side of you to pieces. At that, he gripped your arm strongly and pulled you up to sit back onto his lap once again, making you shudder. His lips connected with yours immediately, massaging them with a slow, sweet pace; it was so abruptly different from the way he was using your mouth just moments before. Your bruised lips danced with his smooth ones, his taste was still lingering on your tongue and it mixed with his strong, musky scent, making you whimper into the kiss.

“I’m not done with you, just so you know.” Chuuya nibbled your bottom lip and travelled back to your neck, his statement making you hungry all over again. Your gaze fell down between your bodies, the sight of his cock resting hard and heavy against both of your stomachs made your insides flutter. His clothes were completely soiled with cum, spit and sweat, your panties ruined and sticking to your core once again. You briefly wondered how the two of you would manage to exit his office and the building without anyone noticing the sticky mess on your clothes.

You were suddenly brought back to the current situation when you felt his skilled fingers rub circles over your clit from outside your drenched panties. You winced, still a bit sensitive from your previous orgasm, but melted to his touch as soon as he slipped his fingers inside the flimsy material of your lacy undergarments and started rubbing your slick folds gently, probing at your entrance with his middle finger, teasingly.

“Chuuya… Please, don’t tease me now… I can’t anymore.” Your voice sounded so pathetically weak right now, it was a mix between a plea and a cry. Instantly, you felt his lips curl into a wicked smile across the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You know it will hurt if I don’t prepare you well enough, baby.” He whispered in your ear, his low voice making you shiver above him while his middle finger entered your tight core. Of course you knew, he had been rough with you before, it mainly happened when he was too horny or angry to bother with foreplay. The painfully dry drag of his cock inside your tight core only added to the turmoil inside of you though, you secretly loved when he was rough and needy with you. You loved everything about him.

“I don’t care… Please just- Please Chuuya…” You whined, stopping his hands by placing yours around his wrist, stilling his slow movements. Your pleading eyes were now fixed to his hungry ones, almost as if you were trying to convince that you really wanted it, that you meant it.

“Very well. Whatever you want, princess.” His tongue clicked, strong arms swiftly grabbing you and pulling your body flushed to his. He proceeded in pulling down your skirt and panties with a single swift motion, doing the exact same with his own pants and boxers. With his free arm, he tossed everything that was lying on his desk to the floor, not caring about the stacks of documents and files flying everywhere. He needed to fuck you out of his system, now. He laid you on the cold marble beneath him, standing on his feet and towering over your petite figure; your legs instantly laced behind his back, pulling him even closer to you and securing him against your dripping core.

Chuuya placed one of his hands right next to your face on the marble desk, to avoid crushing you with his weight; his other hand draped down around his shaft, pumping himself a couple of times with his hooded eyes glued into your demanding ones. He slowly rubbed his shaft between your folds, your slick coating his cock nicely so that it would slide in without any pain. The tip of his cock brushed against your neglected clit with each and every gentle thrust, making you whine for more. Your hands travelled to his toned arms and laced behind his strong neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. He gladly obliged, lowering his face enough for you to peck him and lick his lips before you felt the head of his solid erection push inside of you. You both moaned into the kiss, exchanging your breaths; the feeling of him stretching you so fucking nicely was to die for.

Chuuya entered you slowly, making sure that you were able to feel each and every inch of his dick dragging across the ridges of your tight cunt, filling you up completely until he was buried balls deep into your heat, hips stilled against your plush ass. He cursed beneath his breath at how deliciously your pussy wrapped around him, sucking him in, almost. Low profanities were leaving his mouth as he waited for you to adjust and stop clenching around him, or else he’d cum in a matter of minutes. You moaned underneath him, trying to undo the buttons his shirt so that you could finally claw your back and watch his abs contract as he drilled mercilessly inside of you. Chuuya got the hint and raised his torso away from yours, without actually pulling out, and unfastened the buttons for you. His shirt opened up, finally revealing his toned mid section to your hungry gaze and nails. The sight of his naked torso, except for the presence of his black leather choker wrapped tightly around his viscous neck, made tears swell up in your eyes. Fuck, you don’t recall ever being this hungry and horny for him. Chuuya smirked, knowing how much you loved to see him like this all too well, and he almost ripped your shirt open: you trembled as you heard a couple of buttons hit the floor and flying across the office. His calloused hands shot up to cup your breasts immediately, kneading them gently while uncovering them haphazardly from your damned bra. You held his head lovingly as he nestled his face down over you, latching his lips to your nipple while rolling the other between his fingers; he sloppily kissed and marked your chest with small love bites that you knew would turn purple for weeks.

“Chuuya… Please move… I can take it now.” You whimpered, having adjusted to the size and feeling of him inside of you. The stretch was no longer painful, it only stung a little but it added to the amazing feeling of him filling you up to the hilt. He nodded, thrusting out of you and pushing back in immediately after, experimentally. He didn’t want to hurt you, not today, you had been so nice to him and you deserved every ounce of pleasure he was able to gift you.

The heels of your feet pushed at his backside, urging him to fuck you harder, to which he quickly obliged. Chuuya set a steady and harsh pace, drilling his cock into your warmth with an unforgiving force. The desk dragged against the hardwood floor with each thrust of his hips, but none of you seemed to care. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your maddening scent sharply as he kept rutting hard inside of you; your loud moans in his ear only coaxed him to go faster, deeper. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, the idea of you wanting him so damn close made butterflies dance in his stomach, loins set on fire. He grabbed one of your legs and pulled it closer to his chest, angling you so that he was hitting it even deeper, making you cry as tears formed in your eyes from how good you were being fucked.

“God Y/N, you’re so fucking tight… You want me dead.” He groaned, placing a couple of kisses on your ankle as he kept his pace hard and steady. The sound of skin slapping and of your moans echoing through the room were making him drunk and hazy. He wouldn’t last long.

You hummed, unable to answer with words anymore. He felt just so good, so thick and deep inside of you, reaching places you never thought he was able to reach. This position allowed the tip of his cock to brush against your sweet spot with each thrust, making you clench around his throbbing shaft uncontrollably. A familiar bubble in your lower belly began to form, you could feel your high approaching with every snap of his hips.

“Chu-Chuuya… I’m so close… Please!” You cried, tugging his hair and asking him to come back down so that you could kiss him. So that you could watch him in the eyes and express how grateful you were for his ministrations. So that you could praise him.

“I know, love. I can feel you sucking me in… How do you want me?” He whispered between harsh hisses as he finally came back to you, body flushed against yours. His rutting became even faster and more desperate, if possible. Your nipples brushed against his solid chest, only adding to the pleasure of spiralling down because of his unforgiving, precise thrusts.

“I don’t care baby, just please make me cum…” Your voice was now a mess of pleas and moans but somehow you still managed to form a coherent sentence. Your hands cupped his cheeks, kissing him like a starved woman while he groaned into the kiss. You knew he loved when you left the choice to him, when you submitted yourself completely to his will. He hugged you, his large hands cupping behind your head in order to prevent you from bumping against something and actually hurt yourself because of his hard pace. You hugged him back, your chin rested against his shoulder while his was hidden in the crook of your neck; your nails dragged across the large expanse of his toned back, marking him up and trying desperately to steady yourself as he pounded inside of you restlessly. All you could hear were his grunts and hisses mingling with your own screams, and the sound of his poor desk dragging harshly against the stone floor.

Chuuya was a strong man. The force he was using to pin you down and to fuck your brains out was almost scary, but you were used to this by now. He wasn’t even using his ability today, but all the pent up lust and desire allowed him to be just as strong and raw with you.

It all came crushing down on you when you felt one of his hands leave your head and snake down between your legs, finding your clit and rolling it between his rough fingertips, matching the rhythm of his hips. He wanted you to come undone first, as always. Well, when he felt like you deserved it. Your left hand clutched his arm desperately, but his touch never faltered: he kept brushing over your sensitive nub, using the slick of your arousal to get you off.

“Come on…” He hissed, teeth gritting with the sole purpose of making you cum before he did. It was really hard for him to deny himself any longer, but he was trying his best.

“Chuuya… Baby!” You whined, a high pitched moan following your pleas as you felt his cock hit your spot repeatedly while his skilled fingers rubbed you gently. You opened your eyes just to look for his own pair, mouth agape as he pounded the living light out of you. His jaw was clenched, tense, and you knew he was on the verge of heaven too.

A couple more of those flicks were all it took for you to spasm harshly beneath his weight, legs wrapping around his waist and gripping him like a vice. You screamed his name loudly, eyes rolling back as he fucked you through it, prolonging your high with the sharp rut of his hips, balls slapping your ass with every thrust. Your hands grip his arm and back, anchoring yourself and marking him up badly because your release was too strong, he was too strong. Your mouth was open but nothing seemed to come out, the tears that had collected in your eyes rolling down to wet your cheeks and chin. It was too much, all of it was simply too much, you honestly thought you were about to pass out on that desk.

Chuuya gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply, the feeling of your drenched cunt convulsing around him, trying to milk his cock of all its worth, was making his thrusts sloppy. He fucked you through your orgasm, his fingers never stopping rubbing your clit. He looks down to your shuddering form, the blissful expression plastered on your face was a sight to die for, more valuable than any piece of art he owned. He felt your hand trying to stop his own, a weak try because he knew he could coax another orgasm right out of you before he’s allowed to cum and spill his seed inside of you. And before you were able to stop him you were already clenching again, crying over of the force of your second orgasm. It was mind-blowing, almost painful, your walls spasmed around him so hard that you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Chuuya allowed himself a couple more of those sloppy, incoherent thrusts before he came inside, a loud roar rumbling in his chest. You hummed at the feeling of his warm cum spurting deeply inside of you, painting your walls and filling you up to the brim with his gift. He moved sloppily until he was sure he was completely empty and collapsed on top of your body moments after.

Both of your breaths were irregular, chests heaving against the other’s in a futile attempt to regain some composure after your highs crushed down on you full force. You aimlessly caressed his hair and back, keeping him close and flush to your form as he rested his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. It took him a couple of seconds before he regained enough energy to stop crushing you with his weight, peeling himself off of you with a satisfied grunt. Chuuya looked down between your legs, where your bodies connected and where his cock was still nestled inside your folds. His hooded gaze watched as you still clenched around him slightly, cum dripping down on both of your thighs, pooling all over the desk. He hissed at the sight, gods he really came hard, his seed was overflowing everywhere, making a hell of a mess. He pulled out a bit, a streak of cum following his tip as cum oozed out of your abused cunt, only to push himself back in seconds after, plunging his cum back into you. Chuuya heard you whimper lightly and his eyes shot up to your face, taking in the blissed glory of your fucked out expression and tear stained eyes. He had really fucked you good. He grinned, placing a soft kiss on you red, abused lips and removing some stray strands of your long hair from your beautiful face. Honestly, he was all for aftercare: he loved taking care of you after a good fuck, kissing you softly before both of you fell asleep in a tangled mess of limbs was one of this favourite things in the universe, but his office desk was not as comfortable as your shared bed. He finally pulled his cock out of your tight warmth, one last shared moan echoing through the room.

“Can you stand?” He offered you his hand, which you grabbed immediately as you were quite unsure you were able to. His hand grasped yours tightly in order to pull yourself back into a sitting position. You back screamed in pain, the hard surface of his marble left some nasty bruises all over your shoulders and back.

“Fuck, I made a mess.” Chuuya continued, his eyes focused on the sticky pools of cum and what not that were sputtered all over his work space. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled yourself on your feet, your legs wobbled at first but he was quick to catch you by securing his strong arm around your tiny waist.

“Hey, careful now…” He chuckled. The sight of your shuddering figure and the fact that he was the one who wrecked you this good caused a primal surge of pride to swell in his chest. You nodded at him, blushing heavily. Your hair was a mess, and so was his: both of you looked like you just had the best sex of your life. The air in his office was heavy and humid, the sun had finally settled so you were left standing in the dim, warm lights of his expensive table lamps. He placed you in his leather armchair before pulling his pants up roughly to go and open a window, the fresh night breeze helping you focus and ponder on what had just happened.

You adjusted your shirt and skirt, cursing at the sight of three missing buttons and a sticky cum stain on your skirt. You really made a mess this time, you honestly didn’t know what possessed the two of you to indulge in such a messy ordeal in a place like this.

“We should do this more often, don’t you think?” You heard him chuckle behind you, his body was leaning against the opened window just to light up a cigarette and blow the smoke outside.

“If it wasn’t for the mess, then yes, maybe.” You smiled at him, he hummed at your answer. That was true, the feeling of stickiness and sweat clinging to your bodies was somewhat unpleasant, the convenience of showering together right after sex was something he truly cherished. Mainly because he always gets to fuck you in there too.

“I guess you’re right. What do you say we clean up a bit and go straight back home earlier tonight?” He grinned, his usual twisted smile sending shivers down your spine, a trail of smoke coming from his bruised lips.

You nodded your head softly, the everlasting crave you felt for this man was going to be the end of you, you were sure of it. And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya #chuuya smut #bsd #bsd smut #bsd scenarios #Nakahara Chuuya scenarios #Nakahara Chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs fic

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Kissing HCs for a few more pillars (Giyuu, Mitsuri, Iguro)

Not including everyone after all because I lost steam halfway through;;; but here’s to hoping this is satisfactory! :D ___________ Giyuu: -he has, in fact, most likely never been kissed. -not romantically, anyway -not by an actual partner -he’s never seen the need for it, and never truly felt the desire to -(every day since Sabito’s death has been spent in a living trance) -(where he finds himself stuck behind a glass wall, going through the motions of human connections, failing to move on) -any act of affection that he tries to express feels clumsy and wrong -as if he doesn’t really know how -as if he should have learned how to do this, but missed that essential life lesson somewhere along the way, along with how to read the atmosphere and how to make and keep friends that aren’t ghosts of memories -he’s starved for intimacy and at the same time, wary of it -to the point where he’ll almost draw back in surprise the first time you draw near him -baby steps. -you’re maybe the first person he’s ever wanted to do this with; the first person in years, anyway -cool and calm like river water, even when he settles down, he’s not the type for outward passion -he loves so wholeheartedly and feels so deeply tender in these moments that he can’t make any grand gesture, afraid that he’ll overflow if he doesn’t keep some sort of leash on himself -but instead of your lips or your throat, he’ll kiss your hand -taking it in his, which is nearly always cold and soothing to the touch -before pressing his lips to the back of it -(and his lips are a little cold, too, leaving a lingering sensation of their temperature on your skin) -in a way so unbearably soft that it feels like a confession -(and that’s what Giyuu’s kisses are, really; wordless love songs, rare, physical manifestations of all the heart he keeps locked up inside of him.) Mitsuri: -gosh, she’s a little shy! But she loves kissing -she’s the type of person who feels a lot and feels deeply -and all that raw feeling needs an outlet -so she’s an expressive person overall; quite different from Giyuu, who is also a feeler but chooses to keep the expression to a minimum -growing up with a big family sometimes helps that expressiveness. Mitsuri has always learned to wear her heart on her sleeve, and it’s no different with you -she’ll flush pink as her own hair and latch onto you with all the affection she can physically show -she’s warm; her lips are warm, too -you’ll never feel alone as long as she’s there to show you you’re not -she’s content to kiss anywhere and everywhere, peppering touches all over your face -a kiss hello in the morning; a kiss goodbye whenever you’re apart -a kiss to say “I missed you!” -a kiss to say “I just really love you and it feels like I’ll burst if I don’t get it out somehow” -they’re all earnest kisses with a message, often accompanied by the warmest, tightest hugs -she always tastes a little sweet against your lips -possibly it’s all the desserts she eats -but as sincere as she is with her own affection, she finds it a little hard to receive yours -she rarely expects to be kissed back -after all, few people have ever wanted to, few people have liked her or cherished her or loved her in the way she wants to be loved -every single kiss from you is treasured with blushing cheeks and a wildly beating heart, and though her instinctive reaction is to hide and gloat over your affection, she begins, soon, to simply kiss back -(and she never stops tasting a little bit like springtime.) Iguro: -so the thing about having suffered horrific abuse at the hands of a family trapped in what was basically a demon-worshipping cult -and your mouth having been mutilated to please the demon in question -and your subsequent tendency to keep the lower part of your face bandaged -is that -well -kissing... -is not exactly a natural activity. -Iguro has never been kissed in his life. Not once. -and he’s afraid of it, to begin with -it has to involve his mouth and he can’t bear the thought of showing it to you -or touching you with it -and there are some things that love alone is not enough to heal; unlearning self-loathing is Iguro’s journey, one that you can only follow him on, not take in his stead -so what you do is, you extend your hand. Let him know you’ll walk the way with him. -you’re the one to brush your lips against his cheek, slow, hesitant, ready to draw back if he draws away -and at first, he seems ready to bolt, but there comes a point when he stops and waits for you -later, when he begins to realize that this can last, that he can let you touch him like this and you won’t be disgusted, you will kiss his forehead, too, and laughingly press your lips to the tip of his nose -(and he does love it, just like he loves you, but every time you touch him, something deep inside of him twists and hisses in fear) -(because he can’t help the thought that this is too good to be real; you and your love and your kisses, things that he surely doesn’t deserve) -(you prove him wrong.) -and someday, perhaps, he begins to believe you, and that is when he begins to kiss back -hesitant, accidentally rough, a little unsure of how to do it; he’ll avoid your mouth for the longest time, and perhaps he’ll never entirely grow out of that -but it’s progress; a step away from self-loathing -and that’s the value of every kiss Iguro gives you.

#kimetsu no yaiba #Tomioka Giyuu #Tomioka Giyuu x reader #Giyuu x reader #Kanroji Mitsuri #Mitsuri x reader #Kanroji Mitsuri x reader #Iguro Obanai #Iguro Obanai x reader #Iguro x reader #Mod Eve #headcanons #reader insert

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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pls scream about Leo a lil bit cause my love for that man is neverending and i live for you guys' blog,,, and ur comte love fuels me??? head empty except for those two pureblood clowns

HNGNGNG I hope that both you and everyone that reads my shenanigans knows how utterly understood I feel when I see anyone stan Comte, if not both of those idiot purebloods bc good lord...I live for two tired fossil men that just want DOMESTIC BLISS. Literally they have no brain cells beyond respect women and we love that for us, it’s spectacular!!

Under a cut bc I went off and is long:

That being said I’d be happy to yell abt Leo!! Where do I even begin, this man was the reason I got into Ikevamp in the first place, and I’ve read just about every single one of his events at this point. He just makes me so TENDER!!!!!! For whatever reason the first thing that came to mind was this one time he lies about being jealous and MC is lolol u a fool if you think I can’t tell when you lie to me. And he’s so fuckiNG SHOOK?????? It’s even funnier because she’s internally like [I’m not 100% sure but for a second there he almost looked mad...time to test this theory even if it’s just A GAME T H E O R Y] And he’s so fucking pikachu meme that shit sends me. I can’t handle the fact that he’s so used to people just assuming he’s fine, that he can handle himself. That he’s lived for so long without really anyone noticing at all. (Comte absolutely notices and will lightly roast him, but doesn’t really push him about it or wants to overstep). And so when MC just actively pays attention and is so gentle with him he’s just floored???

God I’m crying now, but I will just never forget the funeral scene in his fucking rt. This asshole, this absolute moron, straight up tries to come at us with “yOu GeT uSeD tO iT aFtEr HaLf A mIlLeNiUm, i’M nOt SaD”. Like are you serious. Come here and let me hold you before I throttle you. Absolute clown. He’s just always trying so hard to get by on his own and it breaks my heart. How long...how long has he lived just getting by, nursing his own wounds and dragging himself up all by himself. HE LEFT HOME AT LIKE 14 (whatever the fuCK SOME TOO YOUNG AGE) AND RAN STRAIGHT INTO THE HANDS OF PEOPLE THAT HATED HIM FOR HIS TALENT. HE REMEMBERS HIS MENTORS DESTROYING HIS UTENSILS WHILE TRYING TO ESCAPE PARENTS THAT WHOLEHEARTEDLY REJECTED ANY EXPRESSION OF LOVE OR COMPASSION FOR HUMANITY THAT HE CHERISHED SO DEEPLY. I DON’T NEED SLEEP I NEED TO HUG HIM IMMEDIATELY FUCKING HELL.

Like.........there’s just........I don’t know how to explain it, but I once saw it explained so well in a post. It was basically talking about Castlevania, and how in that show Dracula sees humanity’s folly and develops so much hatred he just goes straight to murder rage. And while in some ways I understand that, I understand even more deeply Trevor’s response to humanity’s fear and violence. He says that he knows they’re short-sighted, that maybe we all just don’t deserve saving...but that he’s going to do it anyway. Leonardo just so much gives me that energy of knowing there’s so much pain in the world, but all we can do is keep walking--keep trying, even if we have to claw our way forward. Because if you only see the awfulness in front of you, you forget the way that strangers make silly faces at babies to make them laugh on the train, how a friend will put everything down to race over to someone and comfort them with some ice cream--do anything they can to distract them from the hurt. How the sight of a child crying will prompt careful cooing from a stranger as to their bravery, an offering of cool water, the gentle placement of a bandaid. How a pair of teenagers will spot a lost child in milliseconds and help them seek out their parents protectively. There is so much wretchedness, but also so much beauty in it all, and the older I get the more I see myself wanting to believe in the latter. I want to be hopeful, and easily impressed, and full of love. To be bitter and jaded accomplishes nothing, and only becomes a worsening self-fulfilling prophecy. The more you seek negativity, the more you will find it; and worse, create it.

I also scream a little bit bc like. I’ve gone on and on about how Comte is very obviously in love with MC all the time, and sure that may be true. But...I really don’t think Leo is exempt from that either if I’m honest lmfao. Only because what does Leonardo do when it isn’t his route? He almost never shows up. Once in a while he might appear for a split second in a scene, but he almost never converses with MC beyond those short moments. While Comte is the one to pine openly, I’d wager Leo is the opposite. He pines in absolute silence, because he knows that if he gets any closer--he’s going to fall. He’s going to enjoy it too much, going to keep seeking out more before he can stop himself. And losing another person he loves...he just can’t do it anymore. In his first meeting story he talks about seeing MC’s eyes and feeling like he’d known them all his life, and even in his MS he speaks to just being completely fascinated by and enamored of her. She doesn’t hesitate, always does her best, meets people head-on and without much hesitation. After a lifetime of people that are probably just immediately interested in him for his talents, or always seeking out his company for the novelty, this is someone that doesn’t give a single fuck if he’s Leonardo da Vinci. Sure she’s aware, and sure she’s impressed to some extent, but her respect--her attraction and admiration--is something that has to be earned.

There’s something so refreshing about how their love was written. Sure it’s the whole fake marriage to a real relationship, but it’s also a kind of subtle enemies to lovers pulled off masterfully. MC is 100% minding her own business, just wants to do what she must in order to get home, tries to focus on her work to keep from thinking about how much she misses her old life. She doesn’t rely on anyone, doesn’t talk about how hard it is or how scary it is or how confusing. And even Leonardo forgets in his curiosity, is just chillin and also just trying to do the bare minimum to keep from getting too attached--figures he can admire her from a distance. And then he sees her staring at the hourglass. And suddenly, he can’t just watch her do that herself. Just wait for the hard times to pass, just sit with her own loneliness--that hollowing silence. There’s something so moving about it because he reaches out precisely because he knows that feeling to his fucking marrow, and literally just cannot watch somebody else do that to themselves. Sure he’s been dealing with it for three hundred years, BUT THIS GOOD BABIE CHILD DOES NOT DESERVE THIS. SHE WORKS HARD AND DESERVES NICE THINGS!!!!!!!! And so he drives her crazy as he races ahead of her, intercepting any attempt for her to preserve that silence and hide. She doesn’t see any pattern to it, and that’s just how he likes it--he doesn’t want her to worry about the how or why.

Like I fully remembering playing in Japanese and being like oh my fucking god this is hilarious, this man is just a wild fucker and I love this. I was enjoying myself, mostly laughing and shaking my head. But then it just gets so, so serious. I was having so much fun that I, like a fool, forgot the anime effect. If you’re having fun, it’s going to come crashing down without mercy soon enough. And it does. He helps a little girl without any hope play her violin again, and maybe I’m just too English major but I was fucking FLOORED when I realized I didn’t see that that was straight foreshadowing. That little girl without hope? That was MC (and by extension depending on how you play, us). Though the metaphor isn’t quite so easily mapped without a physical space, the connection is clear when you think about it. With his careful social awareness, he makes a place for MC to exist in the mansion so naturally--as though she was meant to be there from the start, crafts a positive impression of her presence with each of the residents. And he does it with zero expectation of anything in return; he’s just happy to see her not stressing herself out anymore or trying to do everything alone. MC doesn’t fall in love with him despite their differences, she falls in love with him because they are the same in a singular and all-encompassing way that matters; they both care about other people so deeply, to the point where they will forego any personal needs in order to make that person’s life easier. Whether it be muting their own hardship, or working to involve another person in a new space (or opening up to the point of self-destruction to keep a person from feeling alone), they go above and beyond what anybody asks of them--perhaps strong to the point of their own detriment, in some cases.

It’s why I always laugh when he says to Sebastian “That cara mia, she has a good heart.” Of course she does, Leonardo; it certainly takes one to know one.

And because I literally have no brain cells beyond being in fucking love with Leonardo THE LAKE SCENE IS AN AFFRONT TO MY DIGNITY AND SELF-CONTROL. HOW DARE YOU, SIGNORE. HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOU OPEN YOUR HEART TO ME AND NOT BAWL MY EYES OUT AND TRY TO KISS YOU ALL AT THE SAME TIME. SIGNORE “hAhA yOu’Re So SmAlL yOu LoOk LiKe YoU’rE DrOwNiNg In My CoAt.” I WOULD DROWN AND DIE HAPPY--BITCH I TELL YOU THAT.

Like. I can’t think of another route I’ve ever done where I spent a good amount of time like “lmfao this guy is so wild im gonna punch him” to just be in a whirlpool of my own tears, regretting my entire fucking LIFE days later. Like Leonardo’s cultural impact???? Fucking immeasurable, I wish every white man disaster I ever met had a hidden heart of gold in all of his boyish dumbassery, an ICONIC himbo of our time.

Also because I remembered it before posting and I am Dying^TM. The event where MC was a pureblood and he was human. That entire fucking event. I literally can’t think about it without screaming and crying. Her just so flustered at his reaction to her like “oh look, free real estate” as he plops her in his lap, absolutely no fear, treating her like a princess because of her noble title despite NO NECESSITY BEYOND PLAYFULNESS BUT ALSO STILL MEANING IT IN AN EARNEST WAY, being charming to no END just to see her laugh or look away shyly.

WHEN HE SAID. WHEN HE SAID “...Can’t leave you alone, or you might go off someplace I can’t follow.” I. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU STRIPPED DEVOTION DOWN TO ITS BARE ESSENTIALS!!!!!! GAH HOW MC HERSELF SAYS “I would tell him the truth but...he’s much too generous for a human. I know he would offer his life without a moment’s hesitation.” How Leo describes the aftermath of her biting him: “Lucky for you, I’m a true gentleman, Unlike my principessa, who took me like a storm” HELLO??????? H E L L O ???????????????????????? ARE WE JUST GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FACT THAT HE LOST HIS ENTIRE SOUL WHEN SHE BIT HIM???? I--

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

(Also as much as I love him the cigarillos have got to go at some point, boy do you have any idea the shit secondhand smoke does good lordt)

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #can you feel me going through 800 different emotions in the course of writing this #fucking hell #he absolutely kills me i love him so much #would do ANYTHING for him #if you listen v closely you can hear the soft sound of me grabbing tissues #god i was just rewatching some of his events and i just #THE SHEER WARMTH OF HIS PRESENCE HOW IT WASHES OVER YOU WHILE READING #IM SHAKING AND CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#like leo is just one of those routes where its like 'my life was before and after this moment'#otome is honestly destroying my standards OTL #he just makes me feel So Much my coherence disappears #brain cells???? don't know her only Leo tiddy #in conclusion: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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urlocalbunny · 4 years

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.body worship - raphael.

i think both of them worship and simp in this. they’re simps tf

2.077 words, enjoy!

Raphael usually looked for Eloise as soon as he cleaned up. Usually. Today she was out of the house, buying new curtains for her room. He sat at the parlor, waiting for her arrival patiently with a book in hands. But he would be lying if he said he didn't miss her deeply.

The time seemed to pass too slowly, a minute seemed one hour, and one hour seemed a day. The vampire could already smell her hair, feel the way she would let out a breathy laugh on the shell of his ear when they matched shapes with their hands at night. Ah, how much more he needed to wait?

But soon, yet too late, he felt her speeding through the path to him again. His hand gripped the book a little tighter as he felt the wind whip his face for a brief moment. He missed her. He craved her badly, and he barely woke up. Just the feeling of the wind on his face made him think that if she was running to him, maybe she missed him as much. He turned his face to the door.

"Good evening, Raphael!" Eloise said happily, making him smile too. "I brought you something on my way back!"

"You sure know the right timing for everything. Every single time I begin to miss your presence close to me, you appear, like it was a calling." He says easily. She blushes, opening the box. He held it carefully, feeling for the contents inside. "Oh, they are sculptures! These seem beautiful. Could you describe them for me?"

Then, she started her descriptions of the animals she brought to him and why. How much it meant to her if he liked it or not, her hands sometimes dragged against his fingers or guided him, sliding his hands with such softness that made him wish for her guidance on her curves too, even if he did not need it.

When such thoughts were a little embarrassing for him, he kept them on the surface. That, maybe, was almost as sweet as Eloise's sighs and kisses he'd relish on would ever be.

Who was he trying to lie to? Her presence was already so overbearing to him. She smelled so good, and she was so pure, so simple to understand, yet so mysterious. He wanted to know how her hips would dance above him, how much she would crave if she would like him if she would like them.

"Could you help me place them? I think I know the perfect spot." He said, an idea forming in his wandering mind. She agreed, lifting herself. She left her bags in her room, and they went arm in arm to his bedroom. There, he would see how he would do to make her unravel.

"So, where should we put this?" She said, excitement buzzing through her voice. Raphael almost shivered. If Eloise knew how much he wanted to have her, to cherish her. He locked the door.

"Well, maybe the second shelf over here will do?" He walked closer to his bed, stopping almost by the foot of it. She was unsuspecting, but that was no good. He wanted her to have every step of their dance in her mind. He made sure to drag his fingers around her hands as he chose the positions and the order in which the sculptures would stay on. "How does it look?" He asked.

"They blend in nicely. I was afraid you wouldn't like the gift, but now seeing the sculptures on the shelf and how you're smiling, I know it was a good choice." She said, sighing like she was relieved.

"I am glad you remembered me." He said, sitting on his bed. He hoped she would follow him.

He thought that she wouldn't, but the bed dipped. Her floral scent hit his nose. He leaned in to feel it. "You smell so good." He said lowly. It was as if the vampire was in a daze as soon as she walked in.

Eloise sighed, seeming to roll her head back. It was always like that when he wanted to bite. He held her waist softly, but instead of burying his fangs, he kissed her neck tenderly, then waited. She seemed to lean into his arm harder. Her heartbeat picked up. He kissed again, and again, and again. Then, he heard it. Felt it under his lips first.

The small and sweet mewl. Eloise's hands rested on his shoulders, caressing them and coming down to his chest. He leaned in more, and he felt her chest squeezing against his. He opened his mouth slightly and sucked on her skin. So soft, so warm. It felt like walking under the sun again. Felt like running under the trees and flowers, catching fruits, and laughing wholeheartedly. She mewled again. This time, he heard his name.

He lifted his head, sealing their lips. The kiss was not even an ounce as hungry as he was. If only he could unleash all the feelings at once, but that was not like Raphael worked. His hand held her shoulder and found purchase on the strap of her dress, holding it between his fingers and sliding it down her shoulder. This gesture made her shiver.

"Do you want me?" She asked, a hand traveling up to his thigh. He sighed. Just a little higher.

"Yes, so much it hurts." He said quickly, making her find his lips back. She sat on his lap, guiding the man's hands just like he imagined to find the places she wanted him to claim quicker. From there, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers as her hips seemed to sing against him.

"Then take me," Eloise said, pulling the hem of the dress up. Raphael didn't waste any time and leaned into her breasts.

Fingers fiddled, squeezed, and teased her nipples. Ears heard every single whine. The nose smelled the flowery scent from her skin, and the tongue felt the softness of the buds, trapping them on the mouth, sometimes bitting. Hands slid against her waist, appreciating every curve and then...!

He felt nothing. Eloise pushed him and held his hands against the mattress. he whined, making grabby hands. "No, just- just a little longer, please," Raphael choked out. He was finally, finally touching her, feeling her almost how he wanted, and she took that away from him. "Anything, my dear, I'll do anything."

Eloise shushed him, lifting herself and taking the last piece of her clothes off. His hands darted as if he was not in control of his body anymore, but she made a disapproving sound. The man stopped. Then, out of nowhere, like a dream he had, again and again, she undid his top button. Her hands were delicate, undoing the work he did not long ago. She was fast but calm. Like she was working on a painting that she knew way too well. Could it be, he thought, that this was on her head all along? He laughed breathily.

"Hmm? What is it? Do you like it?" she cooed. He nodded eagerly, fighting the urge to move his hips.

"Do whatever you please to me," he whispered. Eloise got rid of his shirt, moving it through his shoulders, kissing the path is made, and nipping at his neck. She kissed him again, but her hips weren't grinding on him ever since she slid her panties off. Her hands went for the next article. Every single piece she took off, she did quietly. He was getting impatient.

"Don't worry, just relax." She said when she finished with his clothes, dragging a nail lightly across his abdomen. He shivered once more. "You know... I want to relish it at this moment. You're so, so perfect." She said, removing his blindfold. He felt her fingers cupping his cheeks. He was flustered. "You're red... It's adorable." She whispered. By her tone, she seemed flustered too. She was so tiny, so delicate, and yet he was the one bending into her wishes, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Thank you." He couldn't think of anything else to say. She guided his hands to her waist once more, and she began to caress his hair while she ground her hips against him. He mewled pitifully and deep, embarrassed of the way his hips stuttered until she moaned too. They weren't together as he wanted yet, but the adrenaline that her flower grazing over him gave him made him want to say everything his heart was holding.

"You're so sweet..." Her whisper filled his ears. Then, her hands slid across his arms, holding his hands, kissing them. "You are so pretty... Like a work of art, for my eyes only." She kissed every inch of his shoulders. Her hands felt and squeezed his hands and arms. Then, Eloise, she kissed his neck again. "Your neck is so soft. You're so delicate." He bucked. She was not leaving a sweet spot of his behind. His moans started to get too needy, and his eyes were teary. He felt himself spilling pre-cum close to his navel, the swollen tip bumping against his abdomen lightly. Her arousal was dripping, making his skin wet.

He was too proud to beg out of his own accord, so he waited. Eloise's mouth worked on a possible hickey on his neck, right where he remembered loving the most. His hips sped up. He was almost there.

"Hm, too much," he sobbed weakly, hoping she would stop and finally let him sink in as deep as he possibly could, but it triggered the contrary effect. She put more pressure, making him buck harder at the same when he mumbled a mantra of "no, no, no!" and spilled his cum all over himself. He was riding it out with his mouth hanging open in a silent cry. She moaned but didn't stop her hips. He was so hard.

"Do you want me to stop?" He gripped her hips with force, denying with a vigorous shake of the head. Suddenly, she pushed forward, and then she was sitting on top of his belly for a moment, then he felt her pushing her hips back, and the most heavenly feeling he could have in a while filled his senses. She squeezed tightly, almost painfully, probably due to how sensitive the was. Her mewl of his name made him want to cum again instantly, but he breathed in and out. She resumed her trail of kisses, tiny whispers, and caresses on his body.

"Your chest looks so pretty. Your skin is beautiful." Raphael could imagine he was red all over. "You look embarrassed. I'm sorry- ah, yes. I adore you and your body too much to hide. You look heavenly to me."

The girl's voice was sweet, but the words were even more. Her hands caressed his back at the same time she kissed the scars on his torso, going up and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as if she wanted to remember this night forever. He took the courage to push her to be on top and set a slow pace himself. Her hands scratched his bottom, soothing it with her hands right after. Her arms held him in her embrace for several minutes, whispering more compliments that he could only answer with loud moans. The sound of his hips slapping against her bottom made him go quiet again. He pulled her back on top, and she moved roughly, sensing his need for release.

Her name fell from his lips like a mantra, his pink lips opening cutely to gasp for air. He arched his back as she leaned in. Feeling her body pressing against him and her nipples gliding against his chest was too much. He thrust to meet her, finally feeling her wail as she saw nothing short of stars. He couldn't hold it in when she was enjoying himself so much, after how she practically seemed to pray in front of his body. He let himself go as a deep moan rumbled in his chest.

After a lot of panting, she stood up and silently held his hands.

"Let's take care of this mess and then lay down, shall we?" He nodded, going to the bathroom to bathe with her.

Now what he wanted the most was to sleep with his Eloise, his muse. His love.

#moonlight lovers headcanons #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers smut #moonlight lovers fanfiction #ml raphael #raphael smut #raphael x eloise #bunny's writing #kinktober 2020 #nsfwbunny

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amerie-wadia · 4 years

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a mayward drabble/little fic because apparently i just needed to write this

JJ is all sharp edges and screams that cry too loudly in explosive bursts of passion and wonder. He jumps so much higher than Pope that sometimes Pope worries JJ will float off into the sky like a balloon and Pope will be left alone on the shore. JJ will sprint down the gravel streets or rev his dirt bike as he comes crashing to a stop, the bike still rolling as he tumbled off. JJ lives every single moment like it’s the most important and Pope can only marvel at him for it.

But then the balloon deflated and his screams turn to silence and suddenly JJ is so quiet that he gets lost in the shadows. He’s a good liar and when he wants to go unnoticed, JJ can easily be forgotten.

JJ is two sides of the same coin. He is always at an extreme, as if he had never learned how to approach life neutrally. Or maybe Pope had forgotten how to live with with everything he had all the time. Maybe that’s why when JJ crashed, he crashed hard—so tired from giving life two hundred percent.

Pope never knows what to expect from JJ. Nobody does. There are moments, fleeting and few, when Pope thinks he can read JJ. Can even begin to understand.

There are times when JJ has bruises on his face or when he wears a long sleeve shirt in the middle of August, when Pope can see past the lies. JJ will try and brush it off, say that he’s fine or that it was just a Kook, but his eyes betray him and Pope can see the way JJ’s jaw tightens and his eyes well up. Before he pushes it down and lights up a joint or dives out into the waves. JJ needs to move when he’s upset. JJ needs to deflect when he’s upset. Pope notices.

Pope has begun to notice a lot about JJ.

He can’t quite figure out why—at first—every time he looks, JJ is already watching him. Usually he shifts his gaze away almost instantaneously. But sometimes he’ll just shoot Pope and goofy smile or wink at him and Pope really notices that. JJ likes to keep watch of Pope, but Pope never sees JJ keeping watch of the other Pogues. Not the way Pope does.

Pope notices a lot about a lot of things. He’s always been observant—nosy, as his mom would say. He likes the understand people’s mannerisms and learn about their quirks and habits.

He knows that Kie cannot physically hold her annoyances inside, that the Pogues can barely go one conversation without Kie rolling her eyes. Pope also knows that Kie bites her nails when she gets nervous. It’s subconscious, he knows this, because sometimes she’ll blink a few times and then her eyes will go wide and she’ll drop her hands to her sides, looking around to see if anybody noticed her doing it.

He knows that John B doesn’t understand the effect he has on JJ. That one was a hard thing for Pope to nail, to truly understand. John B loved JJ, Pope knew that for a fact, but he was always shooting down JJ’s ideas, undermining the things JJ thought, and he never seemed to pick up on the way JJ’s face would fall and he would get quiet and withdrawn for a few minutes after. Not all the time, but enough that Pope had started to notice.

For all Pope notices, there is still so much that goes over his head.

Being the smart guy that he is, this realization is hard to take in. Especially when JJ is standing in front of him with a fat bruise between his eye and his hairline, cuts and dried blood on his lips. JJ flinches as soon as Pope is holding onto him and—as much as Pope knows he should respect it—he’s been worried sick about JJ and just needs to hold him. Needs to have JJ someplace safe and secure and he needs to hug him or he is going to lose his mind.

JJ doesn’t hug him back and Pope can feel him tense up, rambling on about something that Pope doesn’t have the capacity to listen to. He was too worried. JJ is such a shit texter that Pope had no idea if he had even been bailed out of jail. And that’s fucking horrifying. Pope knows it’s different for JJ, though. In his gut he knows that JJ is white and he will be okay. But he watched the cops put hand cuffs on his best friend and he couldn’t help but worry about the worst case scenario.

So the first thing he asks if it was Shoupe who gave JJ that bruise—the bruise that was not there when JJ was arrested.

“Oh, this?” JJ breezes over it, “This is my dad, you know?”

But no, Pope doesn’t fucking know. Sometimes he wondered, but he didn’t fucking know until right now.

“Guess that right jab will really snap it off at times.”

Pope can’t let him do this. JJ can’t just admit that his dad hurts him and try to act like it’s nothing. Not when the re-evaluation hurts Pope so deeply in his soul that it feels like Luke has hit him too. The bruise is too dark on JJ’s pale skin and it makes Pope want to vomit because how could anybody hurt their child? Hurt JJ?

“That looks like more than a jab bro,” Pope says, because he can’t stop himself and it’s breaking his heart at how nonchalant JJ is acting. JJ shrugs but he’s quiet his eyes give everything away and Pope wishes he could hug him again. But JJ didn’t want to be hugged the first time and he’d flinched when Pope touched him so Pope gives him his distance.

And just like he always does, JJ goes to the opposite extreme and is smiling and excited and spitting off his plan to help John B find the gold. Pope knows John B doesn’t understand the effect he has on JJ, doesn’t understand how JJ would do whatever he asked even if it put his own life at risk.

Suddenly, Pope thinks for the first time that maybe he, Pope himself, doesn’t understand the effect he has on JJ. How JJ was willing to go to jail for him. How JJ was willing to get beat up by his own father for Pope. And Pope feels helpless when JJ walks away.

After that night, Pope can’t stop thinking about JJ. Can’t stop thinking about JJ’s dad hurting him. About how JJ said it was ‘nothing that hasn’t happened before’ as if he thought it would be comforting. About how scared JJ’s eyes were for just a minute. Because JJ is not scared of anything. JJ is the bravest of the bunch, stupid and reckless but wholeheartedly brave. JJ oozes confidence and he speaks as if he doesn’t care what anybody would ever think of him. He’s electric and wild and Pope can’t stop thinking about how much of a contradiction JJ is.

And then JJ really spirals. Pope is waiting in the van with Kie and Sarah when John B volunteers to try and calm JJ down. Because JJ is in one of his explosive fits of passion but this time it’s not fun or adventurous, it’s way too dangerous and absolutely everybody is worried about JJ. Even Sarah Cameron is worried about JJ. But when John B and JJ come back outside they’re fighting and John B is yelling at JJ—and Pope really doesn’t like that.

JJ is spiraling and Pope feels helpless again so he intervenes.

“I took the fall for you, man,” JJ responds, voice heavy with emotion and it makes Pope’s chest hurt. “Do you know how much money I owe because of you?”

Because of you. Pope doesn’t know the effect he has on JJ, never has. Pope didn’t fucking mean for that to happen. He never wanted to put that on JJ.

“I’m gonna pay you back,” Pope promises. “And I didn’t even ask you to do that.”

But JJ is getting even closer to Pope, closer and closer to his face. His teeth are gritted together and he wreaks from sweat and his eyes are filled with anger. Anger that’s being directed at Pope. JJ has never looked at Pope that way before.

“I just did. Pay it back. Right here, right now.”

Pope is angry now too because JJ is right and it hurts to hear the truth. But he’s also mad because he let JJ take the fall for him. And then JJ was arrested and beat by his father and now he owes more money than JJ has ever seen his life. So he did the thing he’s best at and he stole. And Pope is furious that he can’t be mad at JJ for being so stupid because he also knows how scared he is.

“By myself.”

That hurts so much more than Pope would ever admit. He would help if JJ just let somebody else help him for once. And JJ is so close, close enough that Pope can feel JJ’s breath hot on his cheeks.

JJ is leaving again and Pope feels helpless, John B holding him back before he can chase after JJ and force him to accept some help.

Pope notices the way that nobody else tries to go after JJ. He notices how when they say he just ‘needs some space’ they really mean that they just don’t know how to help him and are too overwhelmed to try. Pope isn’t good at telling other people what to do so he gives JJ some space.

Which is so fucking stupid.

At first Pope is angry. Angry because JJ is willing to risk everything to help others but can’t help himself. How the hell did he spent that much money in one day? How come he couldn’t have just paid of his restitutions? Or just given it back to the drug dealer before he found out it was missing. But JJ is hammered and drinking champagne in a hot tub surrounded by neon lights.

“But, you know, I didn’t do that,” JJ exclaims after Kie and Pope have both tried to reprimand him for spending the money. The second he stands Pope loses feeling of his legs. He feels his dinner churning in his stomach and threatening to spill out. Because JJ has three giant purple bruises on his stomach and Pope knew—he fucking knew—that JJ didn’t need space.

“Look what I did for you,” JJ barks, too drunk to pace himself or keep quiet. “Look at this!”

“JJ,” Kie says firmly and Pope is so glad at least one of them can speak.

“No, stop being emotional. It’s fine, okay,” JJ pleads but his words are getting quieter and shakier and Pope doesn’t know what to do because he’s watching the strongest person he knows crumbling before his eyes. He can’t look away from the bruises and he can’t stop thinking about the fact that all of this happened because he let JJ take the fall for him.

JJ is starting to cry and Pope has never seen him cry. He doesn’t know what to do at all.

“I mean, it’s sweet right,” JJ is adding, voice trembling as Kie is climbing into the hot tub. “Just get in.”

Pope is still frozen, too overwhelmed to move. Can’t come to grips with the fact that JJ’s dad could ever do that to him. Kie pulls JJ against her chest and he absolutely collapses into her arms. Pope can hear Kiara crying too but JJ begins to sob and Pope’s heart falls out of his chest.

“I just couldn’t do it,” JJ whimpers into Kie’s shoulder. Pope has never heard JJ sound like that, didn’t know it was possible.

JJ sobs, his body bouncing as he clutches Kie, pressing his face against her skin and it glows under the neon lights.

“I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

Pope’s heart is dissolving into dust and he wants to throw up or scream or cry but he’s frozen and JJ is sobbing. The scene spins around his vision like he’s standing in the center of a merry-go-round.

“I was gonna kill him,” JJ cries, his voice high and broken and Pope feels his shoulders fall. JJ has never sounded so scared and Pope has had enough. He still can’t find any words to say. JJ lifts his head for just a second and as soon as his eyes meet Pope’s, Pope climbs into the hot tub.

He wraps his arms around JJ, around Kie too. JJ melts against his arms and drop the bottle, his hands both latching onto Pope’s arms.

“I just wanna do the right thing.”

Pope knows. Pope knows enough about JJ to know that his heart is always in the right place.

“I know,” Kie coos softly, voice high and filled with tears too. Pope tightens his hold on both of them because he doesn’t have the voice to speak but he can hold them as close and as tightly as he can. “I know.”

Pope holds them for a while. JJ sobs and sobs until Pope is freezing and JJ’s breath is filled with hiccups and snot and Pope refuses to let go. No more space, he’s not making that mistake again. Eventually, Kie unwraps her arms from JJ and shuts off the disco mode lights. Pope has hugged JJ to his chest—who has stopped sobbing but Pope can’t tell if he’s still crying since he’s refusing to meet either of their eyes. Pope gets it. Vulnerability is hard and JJ basically just shattered. He lets Pope hold him. Pope is grateful for that.

Kie motions her head to the house and Pope nods in agreement. She puts a hand on JJ’s back and the two help JJ out of the hot tub and stumble into the house. JJ won’t lookup from the ground and his fingers are still wrapped around Pope’s arm. He sniffles and stumbles over his feet, water dripping in a long trail behind them as they walk through the porch and into the house. Kie leads them both to the bathroom and takes a towel out of the linen closet. Pope is amazed that John B actually had a clean towel left after weeks of living in his own.

Now’s not the time to think about John B, though. Now is the time to help JJ. Kie draws the towel over JJ’s shoulders and looks to Pope with inquisitive eyes. Pope doesn’t know what she’s trying to ask. She puts a hand on JJ’s shoulder.

“I’m gonna get you some dry clothes, okay?”

JJ doesn’t say anything. He is lost in Pope’s arms but it’s drastically colder than the hot tub and they’re all covered in goosebumps. Pope gives Kie a nod and she dashes off to John B’s room to find some clothes. When she returns, JJ has still made no effort to separate himself from Pope.

“Do you want us to give you some space?” Pope asks, the first words he’s been able to get out. And it feels like such a stupid question because he never wants to give JJ space again in his life.

“Can you stay?” he asks, voice raspy and quiet. “Just turn around?”

“Of course.”

As much as he doesn’t want to, Pope let’s go if JJ and he and Kie turn around so they’re both facing the door. JJ’s shorts drop to the floor in a wet thump and Pope can hear JJ shuffling around until he finally tell them they can turn around.

It’s the first time Pope has seen JJ’s eyes since he started to cry. It’s fucking devastating. Pope and Kie are both soaking wet and Kie has brought some of John B’s clothes for them both so they take turns looking away. JJ reaches out for Pope’s hand when their backs are turned to give Kie privacy. Pope grips as tightly at he can, glad to be holding onto JJ again. Kie finishes and they’re all making their way out of the tiny bathroom. Nobody is saying much of anything but JJ keeps his hand in Pope’s.

“What can we do to help you right now?” Kie asks as they sit down on the couches in the living room. JJ sits right next to Pope, no space between them at all. Kie is on the adjacent couch, sitting in the edge and leaning towards JJ. “Do you want something to eat? Watch a movie? Just tell us what we can do.”

JJ leans against Pope slightly, his wet hair brushing against Pope’s skin but he’s getting warmer and he’s not shaking or crying anymore. He still smells like alcohol, but Pope doesn’t think he’s drunk anymore.

“JJ?” Kie asks, her voice high again and Pope can tell she’s worried. She bites down on her nails and Pope wraps his free arm around JJ’s shoulders because all night JJ has been reacting particularly well to touch and it’s all Pope can think to do.

Pope wants to say it’s going to be okay. It won’t be though, probably, so he doesn’t. He wants to come up with something funny or distracting or anything he can to make JJ laugh or smile for a moment. He wants to find wherever John B is and bring him home because JJ would smile right now if John B wanted him too. Pope wishes he had that strong of an effect of JJ.

“I dunno,” JJ mumbles, leaning into Pope’s touch even more. “Just sit here with me.”

Pope can do that. He can definitely do that. They sit for a few minutes, JJ and Pope clinging to each other and Kie watching them anxiously. At some point she turns on the tv and brings them all blankets. She fills up a glass of water for JJ but hands it to Pope. She doesn’t fall asleep until JJ has already fallen asleep in Pope’s arms—as if her body couldn’t physically relax until she knew JJ was okay. Pope gets that.

He doesn’t fall asleep as quickly, his brain too overwhelmed. Because Pope notices things. He notices his friends and their quirks and he notices so much about JJ. But he never noticed this.

How had he never noticed this?

#my writing #obx #outer banks #mayward #jjpope #i hate tumblr formatting ao much and wrote this on my phone so autocorrect probably betrayed me #but this was really long and i wanted to share bc im starting to share more of my writing on here #ugh whatever im just gonna post it and then never look at it again #tomorrow morning im adding a read more cut in the middle of it bc i hate long text posts on timelines

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blushing-starker · 4 years

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Listen. I know it's been done before. But @starkermoodboards and I were sighing dreamily at starker when I had a miniature epiphany. A lot of content revolves around Peter being mafia boss Tony's lover and not taking part in the illegal business, and I am here for it. It's an amazing concept that I appreciate wholeheartedly. I just decided to shift the dynamic and see how it played out.

The man who runs the sandwich shop can't pay up because his daughter had a rollerblading accident? No problem, Peter will leave her flowers, fill the hospital room with teddy bears and extend the due date. You missed the meeting because pay day came in from the day job and you blew it on beer and cocaine? The kid, usually seen smiling and laughing with nearly everyone, doesn't appear all that threatening. Barnes does. But then this beanpole from Queens decks you so hard two teeth go flying. Consider the due date changed. There are now twelve hours on the clock before Peter comes by to collect. Hiding makes it worse. Tony's enforcers, particularly Peter, Clint, Wade and Pietro, love when people run for cover. It helps keep them in shape and breaks the routine.

But then a new boss rolls into town, a so called Killian (Iron Man 3, I can't remember the name) that tries to steal Pepper and his customers. None leave Tony, of course. Those with small businesses, the little guys, appreciate how compassionate Iron Man is. Even the people that often see Peter's knuckles up close don't turn on him; the prices are extremely fair and the Starks' always go through with the deals. So this peacock decides to challenge Tony for the throne. It's a political suicide, a new comer daring to impose upon such an honorable house. Not only that, Tony's been in Queens for decades and he's never once betrayed those that were loyal to him. The man had helped the city become a thriving community, often offering assistance to the people while the government's hands were tied. To challenge Tony was to challenge the principles of the entire system. Thing is, it was technically allowed.

The laws state that any person who believes they have fair reason to challenge another member may do so only if the ensuing fight is overseen by the council. There is no room for competitors to initiate wars based on faux insults. Tony couldn't take out Killian's safe house as retaliation for the challenge. Killian was unable to bomb the Stark headquarters to establish dominance. It was the mafia, not an anarchic society. There was order to these types of things.

Peter arrives early with the team, sweeping the area and making sure the ring hides no lethal secrets. He's been to plenty of these fights, but Tony hasn't been challenged in nearly two decades and the man almost never has to fight someone when there are bodyguards to be found everywhere. Nonetheless, the older enforcers can easily recall the last time Anthony Stark was in the ring and they assure the young man Killian will be out like a light after the boss steps in. They wait, silent and solemn, eyeing the competition for any threats or tricks. The men on the other side are from neighboring cities, names hazy but reputations sparkling. There will be no illusions today. Except from the jester with slicked back hair and a haughty attitude.

The insults rain down and they don't flinch. This behavior is inappropriate, for there is honor among thieves and devils. If one is to seriously fight, one keeps quiet and stays with their own. Most fights that occur between opposing families are mere squabbles, friendly rivalries that keep the atmosphere thrumming during boring weekends or holidays. Barnes has a hobby of coaching Steve in the ring after work and Natasha tends to employ her knife throwing skills against Clint's bow and arrow. They would fight members of the same family for fun, for fuck's sake. But no matter the cause or how drunk people were, insults were looked down upon.

It starts with their abilities as enforcers. Peter stares straight ahead at the wall, they all do. The Stark members were considered some of the fiercest fighters by the community, matched only by the legendary Black Panthers. The little boy criticising their skills does not know how in the wrong he is. But he's a quick learner. The tone shifts slowly, and shift it does. Ten minutes before Tony arrives, his rival begins claiming how incompetent and worthless he is. That makes every person grind their teeth simultaneously.

Whether or not you were a member of the Starks did not matter. It was clear Iron Man was an efficient leader ready to help the entire city evolve into something better. So when Killian leans towards Peter, boasting how he'd do a much better job of ruling, him, a nobody that can't even follow the protocols, the kid very nearly rips him a new one. But that is not allowed and a Stark enforcer does not break a law unless absolutely necessary. He would not bring dishonor upon his job, his fellow coworkers, his family; he would not tarnish the Stark name, let alone allow this weakling to get the better of him. Peter loves Tony and he'd let Bucky put a bullet in him if he ever harmed his boyfriend in any way. Not only had Tony saved his life, he'd shown Peter a better reality that let him thrive. He'd shown the young man how to love himself. Taught him he could be loved by another without anguish souring the relationship.

He was Tony Stark's right hand man, one of the best bodyguards in the mafia. Not just a powerful enforcer either. Peter was more than a Stark; he was the goddamn Spider and that meant something here. Before Stark dropped into his life like a fallen angel, Peter Parker ruled the ring. They considered Ben Parker's nephew a legend years ago, a warrior that could go head to head with the best without dying. Fighting against people like Black Widow and the Winter Soldier had earned him his reputation. Every knocked out tooth, jagged scar and black eye made it clear to all: he was a menace unwilling to break for anyone. Becoming Tony's lover and enforcer only resulted in more respect, but the community hadn't viewed Peter as strong for the first time when he exchanged kisses with the Iron Man. They realized the kid was strong the second he looked Bucky in the eye and grinned at the challenge.

(Peter guessed that's why they get along so great. Buck was a puppy. A lethal one that could rip your arm out, but still a puppy to him. The older of the two appreciated being seen as more than just a good fighter.)

Peter vows not to break. And then Killian is claiming he could breed Tony's bitch, show Peter how a real man fucks. The man gets so close he tastes the spit that comes flying two seconds later.

"Tony Stark is unworthy of his seat. And he sure as hell doesn't deserve such a pretty little thing like you."

It's sneered at him, Killian smirking at him wildly. The whole place changes, white tiles morphing into shades of red and Peter wants.

Barnes snarls at Tony's rival with eyes gone dark, Natasha lets out a hiss reminding him of rattlesnakes and the two russian speakers pounce at the same time. If Clint and Steve weren't so attuned to their family and strong as hell, Killian would be sliced ribbons decorating the floor. All in all, a fairly restrained reaction. Peter's proud of Nat and Bucky for not killing the man on the spot. Makes a mental note to get them new punching bags and cover Clint and Steve's shifts should they need the extra hours.

Killian doesn't move from his spot when the room becomes alive with furious shouts of indignation and Peter has to admit it's impressive. But this is a child, and children respond best to the monsters hiding in the closet, not the ones standing in the light. So Peter thinks about the audacity this creature has, insulting his lover, criticising decades of hard work and dedication, diminishing their relationship and in the process implying that his fellow enforcers were just pieces of meat to satisfy lust, inadequate at their jobs. For to attempt to dishonor or belittle one enforcer meant questioning everyone's competency. Not only that, this scum thought Peter was nothing but a whore. He hadn't fought enhanced assassins just so an arrogant dick would take one look at him and dismiss him as a threat.

Peter doesn't raise a hand or growl or yell or shoot him. He could, the council would see it as fair. After all, Killian had insulted all aspects of Peter's life. Doing any of that wouldn't lead to Killian being beaten, though. And Peter wants him to submit. So Peter smiles and the Spider comes out to play.

By the time Tony arrives, his baby has two buttons undone and a single strand of hair out of place from where he stands in the ring. He knows an enraged Peter when he sees it.

The crowd parts for him, bowing slightly and falling quiet. Only the bosses held in high esteem get such a treatment and it's been years since the community behaved in such a way towards him. The Stark heir was arrogant, but he'd always preferred that the people's respect be shown in a different way, one more subtle.

The bowing reminded him too much of his father's reign, the silence that would engulf him as a child and choke the air out of his lungs with the pressure of Howard Stark's legacy. No matter where they went, the roar of nothing followed. Besides, he was always trying to remind the community that they were all equals. Tony was only in his position because of the people that chose him, the people with the actual power.

So for them to actually bow as low as possible and simply cease conversing, knowing how much Tony abhors the sight, it tells him just how deeply Killian fucked up.

By the hate found in Barnes' face and Nat's curled fist, his rival must have hit a little too close to home. But the man was still alive, leaning against a marble column. Which meant Peter, his genius lover, had somehow initiated a course of action that would lead to satisfaction for all those here. The mafia was made up of untamed creatures. For a hundred people to agree not to rip an intruder's throat when the man had so obviously comitted a heinous act, Peter must have pulled out the big guns.

He settles next to Steve, but all his enforcers surround him anyway. In fact, every person in their side of the room shifts closer. It warms his heart. He'll let them break Killian when this is done, show his appreciation for their care and protection.

Well. If Peter actually leaves something to break.

A body slides out of the ring, ends up at his feet. It's a man the size of Thor, someone living two cities over. The tattoos on his right hand are what clue Tony in. Peter's played fair. The guy will need all his teeth replaced and that scar will definitely make a lovely crisscross pattern on his face. Bruce and Strange are already there, dragging him to a corner filled with more groaning bodies and hard working nurses disinfecting wounds. Each man will showcase those scars proudly. They went against the Spider and lived to tell the tale with proof right on their bodies.

He counts ten. Turns to find Peter staring at him, expressionless face morphing into the one he's most familiar again. A grin confirms his suspicion; his darling isn't even sporting a bloody lip. The grin he gives in return appears instinctively, pride overflowing and resulting in Tony Stark beaming at the Spider. It's both unsettling and a relief. The community was used to a happy Peter so the interaction helped remind them who the Spider was. That familiar sense of comfort vanished because Jesus, Tony Stark was beaming.

"Feeling merciful, sweetheart? Giving them a minute is twenty times longer than usual." His tone is light, not wanting to imply Peter has gotten slow or rusty. Sure, it's been a while since his boyfriend was in the ring, but you don't offend the Spider when he's already in a bad mood.

Steve and Bucky tense up, eyeing Peter in case they need to fight him out of the ring. If he gets even more pissed, Killian's men don't stand a chance. Tony could stomach murder. Peter couldn't. The enhanced soldiers prefer the possibility of bruised ribs to Peter with a heavy conscience.

His boyfriend doesn't twitch and Tony thanks whatever entity exists for giving Peter some self control.

"Figured it'd be best I don't get the suit too dirty. May is always complaining about getting the blood stains out. It hurts her hands so I'm trying to help out. If I take the jacket off, the shirt will stain faster."

God, Peter could really pull at his heartstrings without meaning to. He falls in love with him a little more.

The eleventh man tries to catch Peter and tackle him to the ground. The kid just slides to the right, drops down, sweeps the guy off his feet and knocks him out with two punches. It's the loveliest thing Tony's fucking seen and he's thankful Jarvis is taking pictures. He settles the sunglasses onto his lapel, happy to let the A.I immortalize this moment from that vantage point.

"I'm gonna guess what's going on and you'll stop me if I'm wrong, right?" Peter nods and Tony is ridiculously happy for the chance to do this in front of Killian.

He glances at Nat, sizes up Barnes, reads Peter's posture and Steve's facial cues and just knows.

His father used to hate when his only child pointed at things before analysing them. Found it too mundane, or some shit like that. Tony makes sure to point at Killian with both index fingers.

"You were disrespectful to my people. That's common with you. They shouldn't take anyone's insults, but they can and they did. The council probably thinks they were exemplary, hell, Fury probably thinks they were the textbook definition of good. But you kept pushing. Just poking at their buttons. Because it's Peter in the ring, you're little stunt turned personal. You insulted him, his family, me. If it had been one of the others members, Peter would have cut you a nice scar. But tradition is tradition. Even if he could have challenged you, which he could have, Peter would have stepped aside in that case. The recipient of the insult should have a role in the fight. You pissed him off before I got here. Thought he was weak. The last person to be that naive learned how ridiculous that assumption was when Peter beat their ass."

Peter had knocked Tony flat on his back when he'd made a comment about frail sheltered boys not knowing how to fight. He hadn't seen the kid fight before that; hadn't processed the fact that soft looking Peter Parker was the menacing Spider. That was two years ago. Not a single soul has thought Peter weak since then. Until now.

"The law states your men can take your place against your rival. Which is honorable if you're at a disadvantage. Broken bones, flu, life handing you shit right before the day of the fight. It isn't really put in practice, though, because the council knows how hard it is for everyone to synchronize their schedules for a second round if there are problems. They plan weeks ahead of time to ensure participants are in perfect condition. You seem to be just fine. Putting your men in danger by having them take your place against Peter just for the hell of it, just so you survive, sounds like what an idiot boss would do. If you had courage, you'd fight Peter. You'd fight me, but I doubt you're man enough."

The taunting does its work. Tony knows Peter can just knock him out before Killian even gets close. He could switch with his lover, but Peter needed to establish his reputation once again, make it impossible for any to doubt his abilities. By saying Killian is a coward, the Stark heir challenges his claim of being good enough for the throne. No mafia member would accept his reign if they knew Killian lacked bravery. Well. They already knew this, it just needed to be finalized so the council could have it all in record.

The man has just witnessed what happened when Peter wished for destruction and justice. He could get in the ring, be knocked out and none would laugh. The community would talk about it, but they never mocked the loser. Killian would be seen as an incompetent asshole that at least had courage. If he refused…

Every Stark enforcer/member grinned when the peacock snarled and entered the ring. Until a butterfly knife gleamed and slashed through wool, cotton and flesh.

It feels odd, being stabbed. You'd think the cold blade would send goosebumps everywhere, but Peter doesn't register the cold. Would he be cold if the blade was bigger? Or if Killian hadn't been holding the knife for an hour? He knows his reaction is ridiculous. Who the fuck was wondering about the temperature when they had a knife piercing their abdomen?

Although, it could be the shock. Yeah, he remembers Bruce's lessons on the effects of stabbing. Natasha had also reminded him of the shock, so at least that's a normal symptom. What isn't normal are his other ... responses to being stabbed.

"Are you gonna need this back?" is asked sweetly, nearly sickly so. The Spider has a thing for contrasting aesthetics . Being a little shit while a knife is rearranging his intestines does not sound common, but Peter takes pleasure in behaving oddly.

Killian gapes at him, mouth wide and eyes wider. He shakes his head, careful not to jostle Peter too much. Not like it matters much. There's a metal arm dragging him to safety, sliding over the ring's edge and onto a stretcher. Bucky is being as gentle as possible, he knows. It still feels horrible to move and have the knife shift in time with his breathing. Nat is there to rip open the suit, nails clearing the area around the intrusion and Doctor Strange appearing with antiseptic and everything Peter needs. He loves the Doctor.

And yes, definitely in shock. As he's being wheeled away to the med corner, there's a roar similar to that of a lion and Peter catches sight of Tony leaping at Killian. His clothes, jacket, vest, shirt and wife beater lay in a heap by Steve. Tony's expensive shoes are guarded by Sam. The shoemaker was a nice woman. She bought him a churro once. After that, his boyfriend would always buy his shoes at her store. Peter appreciated Tony helping out the little people. It was nice being what society thought was a bad guy while not actually being a bad guy. Like capitalist loving jerks like Brad. The room's spinning a bit and oh look, sparkly lights.

Afterwards, Jarvis shows him pictures of Killian, explains how the man landed in prison five days after the fight. The council had convened with their counterparts from five different cities. All had tales of Killian's horrible behavior. It wasn't hard to call in a few favors and dump him in jail. It was a bit hard to recognize him, though. Tony had gone berserk and no self respecting person was going into the ring to drag him off his rival.

Killian played dirty, so his boyfriend had first claim to fight while Peter was being treated. Steve and Bucky only hauled him away when five minutes had passed, not wanting their boss to have more blood on his hands.

Peter himself only remembers the dull sting of a needle meant to calm him, Nat's gentle cooing and Sam wiping away the sweat near a disheveled curl. Bruce and Strange had murmured assurances during all of it, careful to work on Peter away from Tony's eyes. If Iron Man thought he'd lose his lover, Killian would've been dead in two minutes.

He'd woken up a few hours later, Tony sitting by his side and sobbing. His boyfriend was sniffling as he wrapped Peter's hand in bandages. Apart from the new scar on his stomach, only his knuckles were slightly bruised. Even so, the mafia's most efficient leader was tenderly applying antibiotic cream to the tiny nicks, letting enough space between bandage and skin for the area to breathe. Tony had never once been violent with him, but Peter thinks this is the first time he's seen his boyfriend be so gentle.

The angle was odd and uncomfortable with him being unable to bend much at the waist. That didn't stop the legendary Spider from kissing Iron Man softly, barely there whispers filling the centimetres between them.

"I love you, Tony. And I'd do it all over again for you. I love you, I love you, I love you 3000.

Alright, here we go! My mind associated Killian's body with Yinsen's name and I've no idea why, but here's the correct version.

#starker #my moodboards #ironspider #peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #peter x tony #tony stark #dark!tony #Dark!Peter #Mob boss!Tony #Enforcer!Peter #Enforcer!Steve #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Enforcers!Avengers #Dark!Starker

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highqueenofelfhame · 4 years

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when we were kids, four.

this is a short baby, i’m sorry.

It was a cheap shot. He didn’t have a date at all, but he wanted to see if it would bother her at all that he might have one. It seemed to do the trick, because Aelin had seemed so mad he was sure that she was seeing red. So he’d called a girl he had spent some time with over the last few years and asked her to meet him downtown.

Rowan left out that it was to make his bitch queen of a wife jealous, but Lyria wasn’t overly fond of Aelin anyway. It didn’t matter, because Aelin was fond enough of herself for everyone in the room as it was. It had always been like that. It used to be something he loved about her, the way she toppled on the edge of confidence and arrogance.

It was something he couldn’t help but admire now, confidence oozing from her pores as she stood with her feet shoulder width apart, the dart held with perfect form between her fingers. Even tipsy, she’d managed to make a bullseye every time. It had pissed Lorcan off so bad he flat out left the bar entirely but he had never been able to stand her as it was.

Her cheeks were pink roses from the alcohol, warmth that blossomed down her neck and over her chest. His eyes were fixed on the way her tongue slipped between barely parted lips to wet them. He was struck for the thousandth time since he saw her on his porch how much he loved her.

Rowan’s love had always been unconditional. Anything Aelin needed, he would walk through hell to attain. Everyone used to talk about how pure their love had been, but perfect it was. Up until she’d miscarried and left Rowan with nothing more than a half-assed note.

The baby. Rowan had always felt like it would be a huge adventure for them, and he’d been certain she’d felt the same way until she lost it. When she did, she’d turned into a shell of herself. Aelin had become a turtle, hidden away in her shell of grief. So he’d ended up suggesting they try again, and Aelin would say not right now. And he’d wait a few weeks and ask again. Because it was the only thing he thought she needed besides being held against his chest. He hadn’t known what to do.

And then he came home to work one night to that note that shattered his world.

I’ve gone to Adarlan. I’m not coming back. Don’t come looking for me.”

They had been more or less together since they were nine. That was eleven years down the drain, ended by a note scribbled on a paper towel in the kitchen because she couldn’t be bothered to find a piece of paper.

Still, he loved her. Loved her despite her flaws, despite the way her heart was maybe a little misshapen back then. He couldn’t even blame her. And even now he still loved her wholeheartedly. It was what made all of this so godsdamn difficult.

Another bullseye that he felt in his soul, and all of their drunk friends cheered. Even worse than their friends loving she was back was the way that his mother had been so thrilled to see her she’d even referred to her as her favorite daughter in law. His mom had never been subtle in her love and affection for Aelin, despite that she left. Alana was able to relate to her in the sense, his parents had miscarried once before Rowan and once after. Rowan had begged her to explain why it would have made her leave him but she merely patted his hand and told him that some things just take time.

Eight years of time, apparently.

Lyria, at this point, was so fed up at the lack of attention Rowan had been paying her that she left the bar an hour ago, so he had nothing to do but watch Aelin kick everyone’s ass with that damned diamond glittering on her finger. Aelin didn’t even like diamonds. Their ring had been a small emerald. It was all he’d been able to afford, and gods was it tiny, but she loved it like it took up the entire space between her knuckles.

A body slammed against his and he started, having zoned out so hard he hadn’t even noticed her coming. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his chest. Pink roses were red now in a deeper flush, her eyes were wide and clear, if a little bloodshot. Fire was writhing behind the golden core and Rowan couldn’t wait to see what erupted out of her.

“Ro.”

“Yes, love?” His voice was so low nobody else could hear him, and he couldn’t help it when he brushed her hair behind her ears.

“Hi,” she giggled, beyond tipsy now.

“Hey, Ace.”

“Can we go somewhere?” She asked him, fingers dipping under his shirt to scratch a nail down his spine. It was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea, but his stupid head was nodding as soon as she had the words out. It wasn’t going to end well for either of them, but he was so incredibly stupid when it came to Aelin that he followed her outside and to the giant oak tree out back that they’d spent many drunken nights pressed against.

Their fingers were loosely linked together, casually like they still did this every day. Rowan’s heart was a fourth of July firework finale, beating and pounding and popping behind his ribcage. His blood was rushing in his ears, his skin was covered in goosebumps. Aelin destroyed him.

She came to a stop at the tree, turning and leaning against it without letting go of his hand. Instead, both of her hands toyed with his fingers. He pocketed his free hand, afraid of what it would do if he left it free.

“I miss you,” she said, those blue eyes looking up at him like he hung the damn moon. He couldn’t stand it, he wanted to push her up against the tree and kiss her, to taste her again. Nobody had ever come close.

“You’re drunk, Aelin.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”

“If that were the truth you would have come home well before you wanted me to sign your divorce papers.” He saw the fire in her eyes expand and snap, and knew he should have definitely not said that.

“If you wouldn’t have kept pushing that we have another baby I wouldn’t have had to leave in the first place.”

“I kept asking because I thought it was what you needed.” Aelin ripped her hand from his and wrapped her arms around her body like she was holding herself together. His eyes fell shut and he ran a hand down his face before he reached for her but she stumbled back.

“All I needed was you but you kept pushing and pushing and pushing -”

“You weren’t talking to me, Aelin! How was I supposed to know?! Communication goes both ways. I can’t read your fucking mind no matter how badly you want me to.” Gods this woman, he loved her and hated her all at once. Reading her mind would have made everything so much easier but he was only human. But so was she. It was written all over her face, the grief that she still felt, but the anger was front and center and she was an asp, coiled and ready to strike.

“Chaol listens to me,” his heart shattered. “Chaol listens and gets me in ways you never did, Rowan. Chaol doesn’t fucking suffocate me like you do. Gods you couldn’t just sign my papers and let me be happy? You had to draw it out for six years? And even now you still won’t do it. You’re still standing here stifling me.” Her words were vicious and cruel, and when he turned around to walk away, she ran after him and shoved him. “You ruined me. You ripped my heart out and slapped me in the face every time you asked me to try again. I didn’t want to try again. I wanted to grieve and be left to it. I wanted you to leave me alone. That’s why I left.”

There were no words in his throat, nothing but silence between his ears when he turned to look at her and softly said, “Let me take you home.”

Whatever it was that she saw on his face, her own crumpled and she nodded a single time and followed him to his truck. He helped her in and closed the door behind her, went inside to grab her purse and say goodnight to everyone. Their friends were utterly still and quiet, the only sound the old rock song playing on the jukebox. When he got back out to the truck, Aelin was sitting with her knees to her chest. Her seatbelt had been buckled, and she was staring at her feet with her chin on her knees.

It was a quiet ride to the Galathynius home, neither of them talking. Both of them listening to the low hum of his truck while they drove down the road. Aelin fell asleep at some point, and he carried her inside with a simple nod in greeting to her parents. As he lay her down, her fingers caught his. He hated to admit to himself how much he wanted to cry.

“I’m sorry, Rowan.” A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, soaked into the pillow under her head. He gave her a sad smile.

“I know.” He sat on the edge of the bed, knowing that if he left now she would only ask him to stay. He let her hold his hand, let her tug him until she could wrap her arms around his neck. It wasn’t lost on him that she inhaled deeply, like she was savoring his scent that way he was savoring hers. The way she looked at him when he finally pulled back was too intimate and he decided he’d lost his damn mind.

Because he kissed her, a slow and sweet thing. The way they had used to kiss every night before going to bed, a kiss that usually ended up leading to much more. But before it could go any further, Rowan pulled away.

“Go to sleep, Aelin,” he murmured, then stood and left her alone in the room.

When he returned a few minutes later, those papers in his hand, she was already asleep.

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vintagevalentinex · 4 years

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Sight

Okay so I watched the entire first season of Daredevil this weekend and I was completely hooked. So I got to thinking…what if Matt Murdock had a partner that was really curious about what it felt like to make love to him without the use of her eyes. So here I am.

Also…I definitely used his talk that he has with Claire, but used it in a different context.

Also, also…I’m thinking of putting another part out of this because I don’t feel like it’s finished yet. Let me know what you think! :)

@icecream-and-winchesters @murdocksins @bovaria

Title: Sight Author: vintagevalentinex Words: ~1850 Pairing: (Matt Murdock x Reader) Warnings: SMUT

It had started as a regular night with Matt, your boyfriend of 6 months now. The monogamous thing was new for the both of you, but spending your time with him had been absolutely wonderful and you didn’t regret a single second of it. The more you got to know Matt, the deeper you felt for him. You had to be honest; you were a little nervous and apprehensive because Matt was blind. Hell, you never knew anyone who was blind before him, let alone dated someone who was blind. He completely blew you away though. Any thought or pre-conceived notion you had about him was thrown out the window the first time he made love to you.

There were no words to describe it. Even from the first moment, he made you feel as though you were a virgin again, knowing nothing about your own body. He memorized every single inch of you that night, taking his time running his talented, calculated fingers up and down your flesh, the pads of his fingers tracing over every little scar, bump, and mark. He didn’t miss a single thing and you not-so vaguely remember nearly losing your voice from all of your screaming. You had to call out of work the next day because you woke up so late. That wasn’t what drew you to him though (as tempting as it was to think about).

Matt Murdock was a passionate man. He had a strong moral compass and he went wholeheartedly into what he deeply cared about. You saw that first hand when he would tell you about his cases at the firm and the way he treated his friends. You knew he was a good man, and you couldn’t be happier being with him. You wanted to be even closer to him, and you had a pretty good idea on how to go about it.

Your night consisted of your typical routine with Matt. You went to meet him at his office, making small talk with Karen and Foggy as Matt finished up for the night, Foggy wagging his eyebrows at you suggestively as Karen smacked him. You giggled softly, your eyes softening as you smile at Matt in the doorway, offering your arm to him as you two went out into the night.

You stopped off on your way back to his place, picking up some Chinese food to go as you leisurely walked, Matt cracking jokes to you the entire time, his fingers eventually finding yours as the both of you enjoyed the night. His thumb rubbed at your palm absent-mindedly, as if comforting you.

“(Y/N)…what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing really.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Your voice changes. It gets a little higher…” He smiled. “And your palm is sweaty.”

You giggled softly, pushing him a little. “Ugh, fine. I swear, sometimes I think you have superpowers.”

He smirked to himself. “So what is it? Good? Bad? Ugly?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing somehow that he would know. “I…I would say it’s good. Let’s eat first and then I’ll fill you in.”

The both of you ate in relative peace, stealing kisses from one another and feeding each other lo mein. As you snuggled into him on the couch, you laid your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply as you nuzzled against him. Matt shifted his focus to you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“So are you going to tell me what was on your mind?”

You chewed on your lip, eyebrows furrowing a little as you shifted, slightly nervous. You took one of his hands into both of your smaller ones. “You promise you’re not going to think I’m weird?”

“Well, I thought you were pretty weird when we first started dating, but I haven’t left yet so—“

“Matt…”

“Okay, okay…” He held his hand up. “I, Matthew Murdock, so solemnly swear to not judge you immensely for whatever strange thing you’re about to tell me.”

You laughed again as you gave him another little shove. “You are such an ass! Alright…” You took deep breath, chewing on your bottom lip again, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. “I want to be closer to you, Matt…”

You could see him getting ready to say something but you cut him off, “Just let me finish. I know that we’re as close as two people in a relationship can be, but I just want…no, I need to know. I want to ‘see’ how you ‘see’, Matt. I want to see you the way you see me. Show me how? Please show me, Matt…”

You continued to ramble on as you nervously looked down. Although you knew he couldn’t see your face, somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that he knew how shy you felt in that moment. He took both of your hands into his, shifting the both of you so you faced each other. He leaned in close, pressing his forehead to yours. “I like when you bite your lip like that, (Y/N).”

“H-how…”

“It makes a noise. I can hear your teeth scrape against the flesh of your lip.” Matt brushes a thumb across your lips, his voice lowering. “I’d love to show you my world, (Y/N).”

Matt pulled the both of you off of the couch, slowly leading you into the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

You could feel your heart beating faster and faster as you waited for him to return. He moved so quietly to begin with, but the anticipation was making it even worse. Did he change his mind? Oh God, I hope he didn’t change his mind. You could hear him chuckling as he reentered the room, holding what looked like a black cloth in his hands. “Stand up for me, (Y/N).”

You swallowed hard as you stood up, your cheeks bright red as you face the bed, feeling the black cloth slip over your eyes, completely taking away your sight. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, making the hairs there stand up on end. His lips pressed softly right behind your ear. “Seeing…sight…you have to think of it as more than just five senses.” His hands ran up and down your arms, goosebumps rising on your skin wherever his hands touched. “I can feel the temperature change in your cheeks; I know you’re flushed, (Y/N).”

His hands found the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head, throwing it somewhere in his room, his fingers trailing down your spine, every sensation heightened tenfold as his hands continued to roam your body, his fingers hooking into your pants. “I can see, not like everyone else, but I can feel.” He pressed himself against your backside, his erection pressing firmly into you as he began to undo your pants, letting them pool around your ankles, his hands resting on your hips as he ground himself into you. You let out a loud groan, his mouth finding that sweet spot on your neck as his bit and licked at your flesh, your body coming alive as he continued to touch you. He turned you around, beckoning you to step out of the pants pooled around your feet, bringing you to his chest as he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you melted against him.

You could feel his hands slide across your ass, squeezing before trailing up your back again, his fingers playing with the clasp of your bra, deftly undoing it before throwing it someone else in his room. He put a muscled thigh in between your legs, his hands gently trailing up your front as he gently takes your breasts into his hands, kneading, massaging, his fingers coming to rest on your nipples, lightly tweaking them. You let out a deep moan, your mouth hanging open as he continued to speak. “I can sense things like balance and direction. Micro changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations…” He picked you up, tossing you on his bed as he crawled up in between your spread thighs. “Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells… “ He bent his head lower; you could hear him breathing in deeply. “I can smell you, (Y/N).” He let out a groan of his own; it almost seemed deafening with your sight taken away from you. He hooked his fingers into your panties as his mouth found the tender flesh of your inner thighs, kissing and sucking as he pulled them down your legs. “All of the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting…”

Your hands found their way to his hair as he moved back up your body, pressing kisses on your skin as your back arched off of his bed, laying completely exposed to him. “M-matt…please. Baby please!” He smiled as he nipped at your collar bones, licking a trail up your neck to the shell of your ear.

“What do you say, (Y/N), want me to set your world on fire?”

You let out a strangled cry, your hands gripping at the roots of his hair as he bent his head down, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth, his other hand playing with your other hardened bud. Your hips bucked, his thigh pressing down into your core. You nearly yelped as his mouth went lower, his hot breath against your mound pressing a hot kiss to you, smiling into your flesh as you groaned out his name again. His hands found your inner thighs, fingertips kneading and tracing at the sensitive skin there as he sucked your clit into his mouth, your thighs pressing against his head, feeling his stubble rub your skin raw as he continued to lap and lick at your heated flesh. The sensation was incredible. All you could focus on was his tongue on your core, his skin moving with yours. The sounds his mouth was making and the smell of sex in the air. You took his hands into yours as your back arched off the bed again, feeling yourself becoming very and utterly undone.

He whispered against you, “Mmmm (Y/N), I can feel your muscles tensing up. Cum for me.”

That took you over the edge as you began to orgasm, and although you couldn’t see a damn thing, you swore you saw stars as you rode it out, Matt, lapping and sucking at your flesh as you finished. You laid there, panting and heaving as he kissed his way up your body, taking one of your hands into his as he pressed kisses to each of your knuckles. He finally pressed a kiss to your swollen lips, smiling against them. “(Y/N)…that was incredible.”

“You’re telling me.” One of your hands trailed its way down his chest, resting at the top of his pants. “You think…you think I could try…could we…?”

Matt kissed you again, rolling the both of you so you straddled his hips.

“Well, (Y/N)…there’s only one way to find out.”

Read Pt. 2 here!

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Kiribaku AU Month: Day 7: 💣 Vigilante AU 💣

I can’t believe I missed on so many days. I suck at this. I’m going to make up for it though! Here’s what I was finally able to do for Vigilantes! Rowdy rebel boys 💥 Including the sketch alone cause I like it too!

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About the “Down with Deku” thing! My headcanon for Vigilante Bakugou is Graffiti Artist Bakugou. His goal is to be wherether Deku should be before him and do his job to spite him. Also leave the “Down With Deku” graffiti everytime, so that Deku knows he’s still better than him, even though he’s not a hero like him. Since he can’t see Deku as often as he wants to hate him in person, the graffiti serves as a nice substitute. Deku is confused.

The Vigilante Theme Song: Sam Tinneasz “Legends Are Made”

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I also wrote an angsty hurt/comfort kiribaku drabble for this! That’s my second drabble, so still long way to go as a writer. I’m so sorry I did that. I even cried while writing. Kirishima deserves better but the idea just came to my head and wouldn’t leave. You can read it under the cut and judge me.

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“Ei? It’s me, open the doors.”

Usually when Kirishima was crying, Bakugou’s presence could work wonders when it came to calming him down. But this time was different. This time, when Kirishima heard Bakugou knocking on his doors, he prayed he’d rather stay out of this and let him be alone for once.

“Eijirou! Don’t think you can fool me, I know you’re in there! I’m hearing you crying your guts out! Just fucking let me in, damn!”

Deep down, Kirishima knew that once Bakugou settled on something, he would rather die than give up on it. That’s just who he was. That’s why he wasn’t surprised at all to hear the gentle knocking soon turning into violent slamming as his boyfriend was quickly getting irritated.

“Shitty Hair! If you won’t let me in, I’m kicking those doors out! Don’t think I won’t fucking do that!”

Kirishima didn’t even have enough time to react as he heard a loud THUD and the next thing he witnessed was a visibly pissed Bakugou right in front of him.

“Dude, what the fuck?!”

“I should be the one to ask you the damn question! Do you even know how fucking scared I was after you left like this, locked yourself up and didn’t even give me a single fucking answer? Do you?!“

As Bakugou continued yelling, Kirishima felt a sudden wave of anger hitting him unexpectedly. Strong enough to make it easier for him to restrain himself from crying. He wiped his tears off quickly and sniffed loudly as he gave Bakugou an angry look.

“What else was I supposed to do after you made a scene?” said Kirishima, doing his best trying to sound rough despite being visibly shaken. “I told you to stay out of this but you just don’t listen. Like, ever. You’re not making it easier for me.”

“Of course I don’t! I am not going to listen to bullshit. Who the fuck do you think I am, Eijirou? Did you really expect me to just- put up with those bastards deciding you don’t belong in the fucking school anymore? You’d have to be one hell of a fucking idiot to think that I’d let go of you even for a second.”

Now that Bakugou said it, Kirishima felt like there’s way more tears coming. Fuck, he really was doing the worst job trying to supress them. One thing he wanted more than anything right now was to be wrapped in Katsuki’s arms and just forget about everything. But he knew he couldn’t, because then all the effort he has already put in distancing himself would be for nothing. He turned back at Bakugou, keeping his head down and rubbing his shoulders in attempt to calm himself down.

“You should let go of me for good. I told you. Leave me alone and let me pack my things. I’m being serious.”

Bakugou crossed his arms, ready to fight back. He sure as fuck wasn’t leaving. At least not with such a weak attempt to make him do so.

“Oh, really? I don’t think you’re being serious at all, turning your back at me like this. You really want me to go? Then you’ll have to try fucking harder. You want me to leave you? To give up on you just like you gave up on yourself? If that’s what you really want, then go ahead! Tell that to my fucking face. Tell me I don’t mean shit to you anymore, tell me to go fuck myself. Only then I can take you seriously.”

The only response that Bakugou received was silence, interrupted only with Kirishima’s loud sniffing. He honestly expected that to happen, but it still felt awful. Bakugou hated silence, it felt far worse and difficult to handle than the fight. He’d honestly rather have Kirishima yell at him. He began to hate himself for pushing his boyfriend to the level when he was lost for words.

“Shit, I knew you wouldn’t. That’s because it’s not what you want, is it?”

Bakugou inhaled deeply and let out a heavy sigh, as he approached Kirishima and put his hand on his arm, gently.

“I’ve made my point. Your turn. Why are you trying to push me away? Why are you trying so hard to distance yourself from me, Eijirou? Just tell me.”

Even despite his irritation, Bakugou’s voice surprisingly became calm. A lot quieter, softer. And…sad? Fuck. Kirishima could fight Bakugou’s anger in every form, he knew he could. But he absolutely couldn’t stand a chance against the hint of hurt in Bakugou’s voice, nor againts the gentle gesture. That’s when he lost it. He turned back again, to face him, to let their eyes meet, not even trying to fight flowing tears anymore. He was a mess.

“Fine! It’s just- I can’t let you throw your life out because of me! I can’t!”

“What? What are you even saying-”

“No, listen, the moment I knew i have to leave, I knew you would want to follow me- and I knew I would never forgive myself if you did. Being here is like your life goal, your determination to be a number one hero is what drives you. It’s remarkable. How could I be the one to take it away from you? How could I ever be ok with this?”

As soon as he spoke out, Kirishima felt Bakugou’s arms wrapping around him instantly, pulling him closer and holding him tight. He embarced him back, clinged to him for life, burying his face in Bakugou’s chest. They stayed like this for a while, as Kirishima was sobbing uncontrollably.

“Fuck, Ei…” Bakugou muttered under his breath. He was rubbing Kirishima’s back to help him calm down. “Is that what’s troubling you right now? Me?…shit. Fuck, I’m… I’m sorry I yelled, ok? For fuck’s sake, why weren’t you honest with me from the beginning?”

“I- I was just trying to do what I thought would be best for you.” Kirishima mumbled into Bakugou’s chest. Now that he said that out loud, it sounded kind of stupid and he felt embarassed. This didn’t sound right and Kirishima couldn’t believe it took him so long to realize how badly he could hurt not only Bakugou but also himself with pushing him away.

“You’re so fucking stupid, Eijirou.” said Bakugou, softly and lovingly. “I know what’s best for me. Being with you, that’s what. Nothing else besides that really matters. I can’t fucking live without you, and I will repeat myself as many times as you need to hear this. So maybe it finally gets through to your dumb brain.”

“Fuck, Katsuki… I love you so goddamn much- b ut-”

“No buts, that cuts it, dumbass. You love me, and I love you, we’ve got that covered. What else are you supposed to worry about?”

“I don’t know, everything? What are we going to do, where are we supposed to go? What about Ground Zero the number one hero?”

“Huh? What about it? Am I not making myself clear? Ground Zero doesn’t fucking exist without Red Riot.”

“-but- your goal-”

“Tch. And who said I need this shitty school to reach my goals?”

Bakugou grabbed Kirishima by the chin and lifted his face up so that he looked him in the eyes.

“I’m still going to be the best fucking hero there has ever been. And you, as my equal, are also going to be the best fucking hero there has ever been. Both of us are about to make the whole fucking world know our names. Got it?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Backupu cupped his face in his hands and kissed him, so deeply and affectionately that Kirishima let out a surprised gasp. But he did nothing to stop him. He engaged in the kiss wholeheartedly, and for the first time since he knew he has to leave, he felt like this was a beginning of something new and exciting, rather than the depressing end.

“That’s more like it” Bakugou smiled as he pulled himself back" Come on, Red. We’ve got some packing to do.“

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Does Bakugou regret it? Fuck no.

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