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MIGRATION | bang chan first date series. strangers to lovers.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader word count: 5.5k genre: fluff, romance, falling in love at first sight summary: you've never been lucky when it comes to dating, but a blind date with chan just might turn that around

author’s note: hello and welcome to my first date series!! i seriously had so much fun writing this and i’m so excited to continue with the other members. i hope you all enjoy! if you liked it, please remember that any and all feedback is appreciated!! happy reading <3

“So…I know a guy.”

You groan, throwing your head back against the cushion of the booth you’re currently shoved into. Changbin drops his fork to gesture at you with his hand, a look of exasperation on his face.

“Come on, I haven’t even said anything yet!”

“The problem is that you’ve said anything at all.” You say, glaring at him as you reach for your drink.

Changbin, as much as you love him, is notorious for being the worst wing man in the history of wing men. His most recent pick, Jooyoung, was a friend of his from high school. A freelance writer, the owner of a snazzy apartment in one of the more sophisticated districts of Seoul, and conveniently single. They’d recently reconnected after a mutual friend threw a party that they both went to, and he was ecstatic to try and set the two of you up.

You’d been reluctant, rightfully so, but Changbin is anything but a quitter and you also just so happen to be the world’s biggest pushover (his pout is just too good, okay?), so you’d agreed on the off chance that it just might work out.

Long story short, it didn’t.

Jooyoung was probably the biggest asshole you’d ever been on a date with. Not that you were surprised, though. Changbin’s circle of friends when he was younger mainly consisted of grade-A douchebags who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. Perks of being born into a wealthy family and attending one of the most elite private schools in the country, apparently. Changbin had attended a university on the outskirts of Seoul for a reason. Lesser known, laid back—to study music of all things—and the sole reason for his father’s headache, as he’d put it. That’s where he met you.

“Okay, but I think this guy might be the one.” He makes air quotes around the two words, and you scoff as you cross your arms.

“And what would you know about that?”

“Um, a lot? You’re my best friend, I know exactly what you’re looking for.”

This is the part where things go south—or so you assume. Changbin puts on the puppy eyes, jutting his bottom lip out to hell as he stares at you from across the table. You glare at him dead on, unwavering. He won’t get you this time. Not over your dead body.

“At least let me tell you about him?”

“No.”

“I met him at the company. He makes music just like me, only slightly better. And you know how I am, I don’t just say that stuff. That means he’s really good.”

Choosing to ignore him, you go back to poking at your noodles.

“He’s from Australia. Born here, moved there when he was young, then moved back to pursue music. Kinda ballsy if you ask me. But he speaks English, so at least communication won’t be as much of an issue as other guys.”

A small crack in your composure. The idea of this guy growing up somewhere other than Korea is…pretty intriguing.

Despite moving here three years ago for school, it’s still kind of hard to communicate when your Korean could be more polished than it is. You’d basically kept to yourself for the first year until you met Changbin. He’d easily integrated you into his group of other music majors, even though you stuck out like a sore thumb as both a foreigner and a stem major. But if it weren’t for him, you think that you might’ve hauled ass back home a long time ago due to the isolation. So to be introduced to someone who can speak english, under the prospect of possibly dating them, sparks a bit more interest.

Changbin notices the slight twitch of your brow and smirks, one side of his mouth pulling downwards. Bastard.

“Hmm, what else? Oh! Dude’s got a killer set of dimples. You’re into that, aren’t you? You used to go on and on about that younger guy in your physics class during senior year. What was his name—Jeongsuk? Jeong—Jinyoung? Jeongin! It was Jeongin.” Changbin snaps his fingers like he’s impressed with his own memory, pointing at you as you fix him with a blank stare. “He has dimplessss.” He sing-songs for emphasis.

And, really, this should not be the breaking point. You’re better than this. You’re not so shallow that you would throw away your pride for a man you’ve never met—let alone never seen before—all because he has dimples.

But, once again, you’re a pushover. A big one. So yeah, fuck it.

“What’s his name?”

Changbin blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to fall for it. “Seriously? That’s what got you?”

“You have five seconds to tell me his name before I change my mind.”

He scoffs, mouth agape. “I went as far as disregarding my own talents to play up this guy and his music making abilities—”

“Five.”

“—tried to give you a little bit of a backstory, too—”

“Four.”

“—and the dimples are the final nail in the coffin?”

“Three.”

“Chan! His name is Chan. God. Just—stop counting. It freaks me out.”

Chan. You throw the name around in your brain for a bit, pointedly ignoring the way Changbin is whining about how you sound like his mother when you do the whole number thing. It’s kind of…cute. Not enough to conjure up an idea of what he might look like, but putting a name to a faceless stranger with dimples in your head is gonna have to do for now.

“You swear this guy is normal?”

Changbin rolls his eyes. “Define normal.”

“Okay, let me rephrase myself,” you push your plate forward, laying your forearms on the table as an indicator that you’re serious, “Is he an asshole?”

“No.”

“Hm. Okay. So that’s a maybe.”

“What the fuck? I just said no.”

“Yeah? You also set me up with Jooyoung, remember? The guy who literally started flirting with the waitress right in front of me five minutes into our date? And then proceeded to yell at her when his fries weren’t salted?”

“How was I supposed to know…” Changbin mumbles, looking off to the side guiltily.

“Nevermind. Just—if this goes bad, I’m blaming you. And then I’m never going on a blind date with one of your friends again. Matter of fact, I’m never going on a date again, period. Deal?”

Changbin grins, the apples of his cheeks shiny under the restaurant lighting. He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you take it hesitantly, grimacing when he uses his strength to jostle your arm like a ragdoll.

“Deal.”

🎥🍿

Any hope you had for the date going smoothly starts to dwindle once Chan texts you the day of.

You’d gotten his number from Changbin, who had so kindly already given Chan your number before he’d even broached the subject with you. The resulting lecture about privacy and consent may or may not have extended the rest of your time at the restaurant, a sheepish Changbin rubbing at the back of his neck while you berated him for his lack of common sense.

When your phone buzzes on your bathroom counter, Chan’s name flashing across the screen, you mistakenly think that he might be messaging because he’s early. Which, given the fact that you were standing in nothing but a towel, hair still wet from your shower and face covered in moisturizer you hadn’t rubbed into your skin yet, would be less than ideal.

Chan [12:32p.m.]

Hey! I’m really sorry to have to do this, but can we push the date back an hour?

Something came up at the studio

I tried to get out of it but I have a deadline to meet, client probably won’t be too happy of their track isn’t done on time

Great. Already off to a rough start.

In his defense though, you appreciate the fact that he’s messaged a whopping two hours in advance. Most people probably wouldn’t be bothered to allow that much of a grace period.

You [2:33p.m.]

no worries!!!

you didn’t buy the tickets yet, did you?

Chan [2:34p.m.]

Nope! So we should be fine

I’ll purchase them for 6 and then be there to scoop you up around 5:30 if that’s cool?

You [2:36p.m.]

sounds perfect

hope stuff goes well at the studio!!

Chan [2:40p.m.]

You’re sweet

Thank you, I’ll see you soon :)

You’re sweet. You stare at the words on the screen, your brain buffering for a moment. A big fat loading circle floating above your head.

Suddenly it’s way too hot in the bathroom. You blame the fact that you shower with the water cranked all the way up to boiling, because really there’s no other explanation for the warmth spreading throughout your cheeks.

To be fair, it’s been almost a year now since you’ve had any sort of positive interaction with another male. On one hand, your last relationship ended in a ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ ordeal that most definitely gave the impression that it was you. On the other hand, most of the dates you’ve been on have ruined themselves within the first five minutes, never really giving you the chance to feel any sort of connection. Cocky attitudes, overly pushy encounters, and even someone who walked into the cafe you were seated at, took one look at you, and walked right back out. That one still hurts.

It’s a little sad that Chan is the only guy out of the mix whose elicited any sort of reaction out of you. Especially since you haven’t even met him yet.

The extra hour that you have to compensate for flies by a lot quicker than you expect, and before you know it Chan is messaging that he’s five minutes away.

You take one last glance in the mirror: a pair of light wash jeans that sit right above your hips, black halter top bodysuit, and a thin cream colored cardigan to tie it all together. Simple and cute. A movie date doesn’t really call for all the dramatics, and you’d hate to overdress for a first impression.

You’re in the middle of reapplying your chapstick when the doorbell rings.

Take it easy, you say to yourself, inhaling deeply as you reach for the door handle. You let the air out with one final huff, swinging the door open only to be met by a bouquet of daisies directly in front of your face.

You blink in surprise. Well that’s a first. Before you get a chance to speak, the bouquet is being lowered, and the moment Chan’s face comes into view causes a small gasp to fall from your lips.

He’s…cute. Beautiful, even. A bright smile, dimples that tuck themselves into his laugh lines as his eyes disappear into crescents much like the moon, and lips that make your head spin when his tongue darts out to wet them nervously. His hair falls messily across his forehead in a faded hue of purple with hints of brown, definitely unconventional and an obvious result of one too many washes, but he makes it work. He makes it work well.

He clears his throat, brings a fist up to his mouth to emphasize it, and then grins. “Hi there.”

It takes a second for your brain to catch up. Even his voice is attractive. He’s using english, which leads you to assume that Changbin has already told him that you’re not from here. His accent is there, not too noticeable but also strong enough to be picked up on.

“Hey.” You smile, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“These are for you. I, uh, as an apology for being late. Is it too much?”

You shake your head quickly. “No! No, these are—they’re beautiful. I love them. Thank you…Chan.” His name rolls off your tongue hesitantly, but it all disappears as soon as he flashes that smile again.

“Good, I’m glad,” his voice catches the breathy end of the laugh he lets out, “This is weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I don’t really do well with this kind of stuff. But you look really nice, and I’m excited. My car is parked just out front if you’re ready to go.”

Honest. Awkward. A laugh that makes you want to hear it over and over again. You were sold the minute his eyes met yours. Chan offers his elbow for you to take like you’re in some cheesy romance movie from your childhood.

Yeah. This one is definitely gonna go well.

🎥🍿

Chan might not show it, but he’s just as nervous as you are.

You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance that he spent an entire forty-five minutes deciding on an outfit, only to settle with some jeans and a white shirt, a jacket thrown on top for some color.

When Changbin first proposed the idea of going on a date with you, he was adamant that he wasn’t looking for anything right now. But as soon as you opened the door, eyes wide and looking like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he’s glad he said yes.

“So what movie are we seeing?” you ask, frowning when Chan laughs. “What? What’s funny?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smiles, rushing forward to hold the door of the car open for you. When he puts his hand against the top part to block your head, you have to suppress the smattering of butterfly wings that start to clamor against your ribcage.

Chan is sweet. He double checks that you’re buckled in before driving off, he asks if there’s any specific music you want to listen to before foregoing it all entirely to ask about you instead, he listens with an attentiveness that has you feeling seen and heard, and he smiles with such genuinity and warmth that you feel cold once it disappears. You stare at him in awe, like he’s a figment of your imagination.

Chan’s been staring back, too. He spares glances in your direction when you’re not looking, feels the steady thump of his heart gradually increase whenever you lean a little too far to the left when he makes you laugh, and he thinks your voice is prettier than anything that’s ever played on the radio.

You learn more about him as he drives. He moved back from Australia when he was seventeen, he’s got two younger siblings and an adorable puppy named Berry back home (and pictures on his dashboard to prove it), he prefers Australia’s summers over Seoul’s winters but he finds more inspiration here in the city than anywhere else. You resonate with the fact that he doesn’t really have anyone here besides a small circle of friends. No family, no one to fall back on when things get tough.

Chan talks like he’s an old friend, like he’s re-telling a story you’ve heard a thousand times. He makes it easy to fall into step with him as if you’ve been here all along.

By the time the two of you get to the movie theater, the initial awkwardness that had hung in the air is gone, replaced by comfort and ease. Chan throws the car in park and all but books it out of his seat to open your door for you, and you giggle when he makes a dramatic bow as you exit.

The theater is kind of busy for a Thursday night. There are families with their kids lined up to get tickets and groups of teenagers at the concessions, all of which make for a crowded lobby. Chan glances down when you place a hand on his arm, mostly because you want to stay close, but also because it’s hard to ignore the feeling of being magnetized towards him. He smiles, bending at the elbow to allow your arm to slip into his.

There are cardboard cutouts along the sides of the lobby, all of which serve to promote the newest animated release about a family of ducks. You squint at the showtimes once the two of you make it to the front of the counter, letting your eyes scan the movie titles until you finally land on—

“Two tickets for Migration, under Bang Chan.”

The girl behind the counter looks up, her eyes bored. She can’t be any older than sixteen, most likely resentful about the fact that she’s stuck here on a school night. “The kids movie?” She asks, unimpressed.

Chan braves a glance in your direction and—ah, there goes that grin again. Cue the butterflies. You’d agree to a three hour long showing of static and white noise if it meant he’d never stop doing that.

“Yup, that’s the one.”

Tickets in hand, a smiling Chan right next to you, and a massive line for popcorn that honestly might have the two of you late for the previews. “We’re seeing a kids movie?” You ask, moving up a spot in the line.

“Mmhm. I spent so long looking at all the options. The romcoms seemed boring, Bin mentioned that the newest superhero movie was bad, and I figured a scary one was too cliché,” he eyes you sidelong, “Unless you’re into that.”

You huff out a laugh, not really expecting him to be so straightforward, “I definitely am not.”

“Hm, so the old yawn to put my arm around you trick won’t work?” His eyes are playful, but something about the idea of being in even more contact with him has your stomach doing flips.

“Nope. Sorry. Seen that one before.” You say, making him laugh, his earring dangling when he drops his chin towards his chest.

“I guess I’ll have to figure out something else then.”

Another thing you learn about Chan is that he enjoys interesting food combinations.

“You like peanut m&ms?” he asks, throwing a bag of them onto the counter when you nod your head. After he pays, he pockets his wallet and turns to you with a bucket of popcorn tucked under his arm and a large drink with two straws in his hand. “Could you grab the candy?”

First door, theater one. There are a bunch of parents and their kids entering ahead of you, all of them buzzing with excitement. It’s a little funny, the fact that two grown adults—no kid in tow—are walking into the showing of a kids movie.

Chan leads you to the very back row. “For the kids, just in case they can’t see over us.” He quickly clarifies after noticing the way your eyebrows shoot up in silent question, but even in the dim lighting you can still see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Taking me to a kids movie and then propositioning me in the presence of five year olds? You’ve got some nerve.” You say, timing it perfectly as Chan is leaning forward to take a sip of the drink that’s placed in the cupholder between the two of you. He sputters around the straw in surprise, coughing into his fist.

“That’s not—” You laugh, cutting him off as he stares at you with red eyes from his coughing fit. The mood shifts after that, and Chan visibly relaxes into his seat as he starts throwing jokes out a lot easier than before.

“Learned this from my dad,” he says, opening the bag of m&ms, “It’s my favorite thing to do at the movies. Haven’t been in a while because—well, I don’t really have anyone to go with.”

You watch as he dumps the candy into the popcorn bucket, shaking it to mix everything together. He reaches in to grab a piece of popcorn and an m&m at the same time, popping it into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he sighs, slumping into his seat, “Forgot how good that is.”

When you don’t respond, he looks over. “You okay?”

Are you? You’re not sure. Every bone in your body is screaming bloody murder because Chan is making it really hard to not want to lean over and kiss the concerned frown off of his stupidly pretty face.

The thing about it is that you don’t do blind dates. And you most especially don’t enjoy them. But Chan is different. Chan holds doors open for you and makes corny jokes. Chan laughs at everything like it’s his last day on earth and he’s making up for lost time. Chan listens when you talk and responds with genuine interest. Chan compliments the little girl in the theater lobby who’s wearing a princess dress to watch the new superhero movie. Chan shares something as special as his dad’s favorite movie snack with you. Chan is just…Chan. And you like him. A lot.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, I’m just—thank you. For sharing that with me.” You say, the corners of your mouth lifting.

“Stop doing that.” He mumbles, eyes trained ahead.

“Doing what?”

“Smiling. It makes my head spin.”

Your heart slams against your chest. You’ve spent the entire date trying to make sense of the way Chan makes you feel, trying to put it all into words. Yet here he is, right in front of you, saying his thoughts as they come and absolutely ruining your resolve in the process. Like it’s easy for him.

There’s no time to answer when the lights go down, the screen up front widening to signal the start of the movie.

Just like any other kids movie, it’s easy to get caught up in all the surface level jokes while also understanding the themes. You and Chan laugh outwardly at some parts, hold your breath at the suspenseful ones. It’s almost like you’re a kid again, enjoying yourself fully for the first time in a really, really long while.

Chan was right, the popcorn and m&m combination is good. You reach back into the bucket for more, freezing when Chan does the same and his knuckles brush yours in the slightest of touches, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. It happens a few more times, each one leaving his hand lingering for far longer than the last, until eventually he makes a show of digging really hard for an m&m and hooks his pinky with yours in between the popcorn. It’s cheesy and cliché but god does it make your stomach do somersaults.

About three-quarters of the way through the movie, when it’s clear that neither one of you are willing to take it the next step further, you lean into his ear.

“You okay? You look kind of tired.”

Chan turns, confused. He’s certain that he wasn’t dozing off. He did have a late night last night. He was up working on the track that still somehow managed to hold him back today, hoping to have everything polished so that he didn’t run into any obstacles before your date. But that didn’t really work out in the end.

“Huh? No, I’m fine. Honest.”

“You sure?” you ask, a slight lift to your voice, “I don’t know, you looked like you were about to yawn.”

The light from the movie hits the left side of his face, illuminating all of his features in a way that makes your breath hitch. He’s pretty. So, so pretty.

Chan blinks, slow, and then his confusion slowly turns to one of understanding. Cue the grin.

“You know, now that I’m thinking about it…I am kind of tired.” He makes a show of fake yawning, stretches his arms above his head (and not blocking any children since you’re in the back row, thankfully), before bringing his right arm down and around your shoulders.

You spend the rest of the movie like that, tucked into Chan’s side while his fingers move gently against your shoulder. He’s unbelievably warm, and eventually you find your head resting in the spot just between his shoulder and his neck, his cheek pushed up against the side of your head. The position makes it easier to reach up and pat his eyes dry at the end, a single tear slipping out as he sniffled and mumbles a ‘M’not crying’ that has you giggling and doting all over him.

He doesn’t move his arm for the entire walk back to the car, and you momentarily mourn the loss when he opens the door for you (again!) so you can climb in. When he finally gets in on the other side, he says nothing, just reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours and places your joined hands on the center console like it’s something you’ve done a thousand times.

“Ready to go home?” He asks, looking over at you.

You glance down at your hands, then back up at him. “Is it weird if I say no?”

“Not at all,” Chan grins, throwing the car into drive, “I was hoping you would say that.”

🎥🍿

“For you.”

Chan plops down on the bench, a hand outstretched with a steaming hot chocolate ready for you to take.

“Thanks,” you smile, cradling the cup between your hands.

After some deliberation, you and Chan had decided to come to the Han River. It’s quiet, the bridge lights reflecting off the water as the sounds of the city fade into the background. The temperature is slightly on the colder side, the tail end of winter just barely there. When he notices the slight shiver of your shoulders after a particularly strong gust of wind, Chan shucks his jacket off in a heartbeat to drape over you.

“Oh, you don’t—”

“You’re cold,” he scolds, pulling at the collar of the jacket to tighten it around you. His hand lingers near the base of your neck, fingers itching to reach out and touch. He doesn’t though, just smiles and settles back into the bench. “Plus I think Changbin might actually kill me if something were to happen to you.”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “Ignore him. I’m not a baby.”

Chan takes a sip of his own hot chocolate, licks his lips to catch the excess. Not that you’re staring. “I’m serious. I mean, I get it. He told me that you’re here alone and stuff.”

You hum in understanding, turning your head to stare out at the water. “So are you.”

It’s Chan’s turn to look at you now, his elbows resting against his knees, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as his face turns unreadable.

The silence stretches thin, nothing but the sound of cars passing and a dog barking nearby. It’s kind of comforting in a way. Being on your own in a new place has been one of the hardest transitions you’ve ever had to deal with. There were times where it felt like a mistake, where you wished that you’d never even gotten on the plane. But then there were times where you felt lucky to be experiencing the things you are; to be able to try new things and pursue a life for yourself that you never thought possible.

“How’d you do it?” you ask quietly, turning to meet Chan’s gaze. “I mean, you were young. Seventeen is basically still a kid. Being alone in a place like this is scary as an adult, I can’t even imagine what that was like.”

Chan smiles, but it’s sad. His eyes twinkle with something like resentment, the lights from the bridge making it look like he’s glowing. A flame that’ll never burn out. “Would you believe me if I said I’m still figuring it out?” The end of it comes out as a laugh, but you can tell he means it.

“I don’t know, being a big shot music producer with deadlines and clients seems pretty figured out to me.”

Chan nods and stares at the cup in his hands. “My parents hated it. Still do, I think.” You don’t say anything. Chan is grateful for that; grateful for the space you’re giving him to explain. “They wanted more for me I guess. But I’m not sure that more would’ve necessarily been what I wanted, you know? I’m content with where I am now. I’m doing something I love, even if it took a while to get here. They don’t see it.” He chews his lip nervously, fingers playing with the soggy material of the paper cup’s rim.

Chan doesn’t know why he’s saying any of this. He’s not the type to completely bare himself out to anyone, to scoop away at his insides until there’s nothing left besides the hollowness he feels whenever he thinks about how he traded his life back home for a life of music. But you’re different somehow. Chan knew since the moment he saw you, felt it in the way your eyes lit up whenever he spoke and in the ease of how well the two of you got along. He was doomed from the start.

“I see it.” you say, your eyes still fixed on the water. “I might’ve only just met you today, but I see it. And I get it, too. Maybe not to the same extent, but the feeling of wanting to do something for yourself even if it meant losing something else. There’s purpose in that, in you. It’s okay to be selfish if it means you’re prioritizing your happiness.” You let the words settle for a bit, hoping that you don’t sound too shallow. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking back.

“You don’t know me enough to say that.”

“I don’t have to know you to believe in you, Chan.”

A beat of silence, and then he’s laughing, short and punctuated as he lets his head fall forward with a small shake.

“You’re…”

“What? Corny?” you supply, smiling over at him.

“No,” he says, meeting your gaze. “Perfect.”

You huff out an incredulous laugh, looking away to hide the blush that’s spreading across your cheeks. “You can’t just—god, now who’s corny? Huh?”

“I never said I wasn’t corny.” Chan argues, sitting up to face you fully.

“Yeah but you can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not? I think you like it.”

Your mouth opens and closes quickly, lost for words. Chan’s closer now, a lot closer than he was before. One arm thrown across the back of the bench, loosely framing you in, he bends it at the elbow to bring a hand up and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I never said that.” you mumble, your gaze flicking down to his lips and then back up again.

“You want me to stop then?” he asks, voice just above a whisper. You know what he’s implying the minute his fingers trace the shell of your ear, moving down slowly until they start playing with the collar of his jacket.

“Is it bad if I say no?”

Chan’s hand is warm to the touch, ice to fire. You lean into it. A moth to a flame, one that’ll never go out.

“Not at all,” he repeats, just like earlier, “I was hoping you would say that.”

A dog barking in the distance. Cars beeping as they pass by. A plane flying overhead. A group of friends laughing as they ride past on their bikes. The minute Chan’s lips connect with yours, everything fades, the sounds warbling together like static. Unintelligible; nothing besides the feeling of Chan kissing you matters.

It’s slow, nothing more than a press, but you feel it in every fiber of your being. Kissing Chan feels like the poles of the earth are colliding, meeting in the middle and sending its molten core spreading throughout your entire body. Warm, warm, warm. Chan is warm. He’s soft and gentle and his lashes tickle your cheeks when his eyes flutter closed halfway through because he was too busy etching your features into his memory.

You’re the first to pull away, admiring the way Chan’s eyes slowly peel open, lips swollen and pink. Unable to resist, you lean in and peck them once more, giggling when he blinks at you in shock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been as compelled to kiss someone as I was just now.” You smile.

“Me too,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t normally kiss on the first date.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t normally do dates anyways. At least not ones that don’t immediately go up in flames.”

“What about now?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow. “Have I changed your mind?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I kind of told Changbin that if this was a disaster I was never gonna go on a date again.”

Chan laughs and pulls you into his side, tucked right under his arm like the shape of him was molded in a way to make sure that you fit perfectly in his embrace.

“Is it bad if I say I like that idea?” He asks, glancing down at where your head is resting against his chest.

“Nope,” you say before leaning up to kiss him once more. He smiles into it when he feels your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, humming softly against your lips.

“Worst date ever, then?” he mumbles against your mouth.

“Yeah,” you sigh, pulling back to stare into his eyes, big and brown and brighter than the stars, “Worst date ever.”

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stealingyourbones · 3 months

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Had an idea for you.

Due to Shenanigans Danny and Jazzy end up in the DC verse which has much less ectoplasm than their own verse. Even more concerning is they are close to 80 years in the past from their point of view. Teenage Danny gets an apprenticeship with a clock maker and Jazzy becomes a school teacher.

Eventually Jazzy ends up marrying Thomas Constantine and having first Cheryl and then John and his twin. I don't know if Danny would ever get married or if he's simply focusing on his trade. By the time Jazzy dies as in John's backstory Uncle Danny is there to step up and help take care of him and Cheryl while Thomas falls apart. All throughout there childhood Cheryl and Johnny know they can count on Uncle Danny and with Danny's prompting John learns from the previous Laughing Magician and is not just winging his magic. Cut to modern day and John joins the JLD. Eventually he gets injured and they need to talk to his power of medical attorney to get permission for treatment or maybe John got a concussion and they need to have somebody they can send him home with. They see Danny Fenton and a New York address and assume this is a boyfriend. Superman Zips over to the address and find out that no, this is not his boyfriend, this is his uncle. Superman carries now late 90s Danny Fenton to Mt Justice to take care of his beloved Little Johnny. The JLA are never going to let him live that down!

Either that or there is a family day and John asks if he can have a relative come to the Watchtower. Batman thinks he means a relative of Cheryl's and after a thorough background check of all the Constantine - master family agrees. Then old Uncle Danny comes up! Danny still loves the stars and has kept up with the advances of the engineering over the decades as well as learn necromancy so he can talk to his sister in this reality. He is having a blast!

He may also attempt to adopt that poor Revenant over there though.

observing this ask like a bug under a microscope

#FASCINATING #dpxdc #bones replies

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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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avoidance | azriel

summary; things are getting real between you and azriel, and a slight panic ensues.

word count; 2421

notes; idk man I just got out my laptop to write down a little drabble idea and out of nowhere this happened? 0 plot, 0 context, just somethin' cute, I guess?

“You’re avoiding me.”

You jumped, almost dropping the yoghurt pot in your hands, teeth clanging on the spoon as you pulled it back. Twisting to face the man now casually leaning against the counter, your eyes narrowed, wondering when he’d snuck up on you, and just how long he’d been there.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“What- I am not!” You spoke through your mouthful, wincing a little and deigning to swallow it, even though the previously sweet treat now felt like a spoonful of sand in your throat. “Why would I be avoiding you?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

“And now I’m asking you.” You deflected, nose scrunching a little as you turned your back on the man you most definitely were avoiding a little bit, Putting down your yoghurt, you attempted to seem busy as you stared out of the window at the gardens beyond, the sunlight flittering through the leaves and lighting up patches with a golden glow.

“We haven’t spoken for two days.”

“I’ve been.. busy.” The lie did not roll off of your tongue as easily as they did his, and you knew that he’d picked it up. Catching sight of him in the reflection of the window, you watched him shuffle, arms crossing over his chest, shadows coiling tighter around his body as his smirk fell away. Then his gaze met yours in the glass, and you gasped, refocusing on the garden beyond.

“You haven’t been to training all week, either.”

“I’ve been to training, I just had to fit it in at different times!” Not technically a lie, you had been going to training, just at the most unusual possible hours you could think of, to be sure you wouldn't bump into him. His silence stretched on, uncomfortable and stifling, and you knew every trick in his book to get people to talk, this was the easiest one, and yet you caved, after barely thirty seconds. “I’ve been, y’know, chaperoning Lucien and Elain!”

With one arm, you motioned to the couple outside, now wandering past the window, a pink flush on her cheeks to match the colour of her dress as they ambled along arm in arm, Lucien talking animatedly, a smirk on his face at her expression. They took no notice of you both. “I wasn’t aware they still needed a chaperone, what, with being officially mated, and all.”

Your lips pressed together, brows furrowing. “Well, you never know.”

Silence, again. Then, an arm was snaking around your waist, your gasp lost to a shaky breath as a kiss was planted to the space between your shoulder and your neck, another over your pulse. Soft and tentative and fragile, Azriel peppered barely-there kisses along your skin as his other arm looped around you too, pulling you back against him.

“Az..”

“Why are you avoiding me?” He pressed again, this time, rather than cockiness at having caught you off-guard, a twinge of vulnerable pain lay in his voice. He moved up, the tip of his nose dragging over your jaw, a soft kiss pressed there too as he nudged your head to fall back onto his shoulder, as he squeezed his arms around you a little tighter, wings drooping over the sides of your body.

“Because- because, we can’t.” The words tumbled from you, a confession you’d never actually wanted him to hear, and he froze, before turning you gently. Despite letting you go, he kept you just as trapped here, in the moment, hands locking onto the counter on either side of your body to keep you in place as he lowered himself enough that you didn’t have to tip your head up just to look at him. No excuses to avoid his gaze, then. “We can’t do this.”

“Oh, we most definitely can. And we did, in fact, we did a lot more than this, multiple times, on this counter, just last month.” When a grin broke free, despite your rolling eyes, a smile finally made itself known on his face. “We’ve established that we can do this, and that we like to do this.” Your mouth opened, and he shook his head. “Uh-uh, I know you liked it, I had scratches down my back that proved it.”

“Ego, much?”

“So, now that we know we can do this, why shouldn’t we?” He was serious again, dark brows pulling together, a wounded frown on his face, and you hated that look on him. Wanted to hold him, to use your fingers or lips to smooth away every mark until he looked happy and peaceful once again. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“I can’t talk to you! That’s the whole point! You were my best friend, and you were the person I spoke to about everything, but I can’t do that anymore, and it scares me. What if we fuck up, and ruin our friendship? What if something goes wrong? What if you change your mind or this spark fizzles out, and.. and.. yeah..” You puffed out a sharp breath to follow it, unable to hold his stare now no matter how hard he tried.

Only a second passed by, before he was huffing out a breathy laugh. One that soon transformed into a full-body chuckle, the deep sound vibrating over your skin, and a flush bloomed on your cheeks. “You’re freaking out.”

“I am not freaking out!”

“Oh, you are freaking out!” You reached out, shoving at his chest to get him to back up, storming away being the number one thing on your mind now, and that only made him laugh harder. So hard, his arms went weak, and he toppled a half-step closer to you, bringing him in so close his breaths were puffed over your hairline, and you had to look up to scowl at him now.

“You’re being a jerk.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just,” He took a shaky breath, daring to look down at you, calming himself into being able to at least offer a small smile to you. “I thought I’d be the one to freak out. I’ve been waiting weeks for it, since that very first night. I waited for you to wake up and tell me it was a mistake and for me to panic, and I waited after that first dinner to panic, and after the walk around the Sidra, and the picnic, and-”

“Don’t recap every date we’ve been on. It’s been months. We’ll be here for hours.” You grumbled, and if there had been enough space to do so without elbowing him in the ribs, your arms would be crossed over your chest. The thought of doing it purely for that reason flickered across your mind.

“Listen, the point is, you’re freaking out. About us. I thought I was gonna’ freak out.” He was teasing, one thumb lifting from the counter by your hip to swipe gently at you, a test, to see if you were ready yet for his touch again. You were missing it.

“Stop saying ‘freak out’.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re gonna freak me out!” The snap only made him laugh again, tipping forward to hide his face on your shoulder as he cracked up. You were mad at him, and scared, but above all else, your chest was all but bursting with affection at the way his body shook against you as he hid his amusement against your skin. When he was strong enough to pull back, he shifted, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he rose that had warmth racing to your face once again.

“Look, you’re freaking out because we were friends first, but we didn’t stop being best friends when we started doing more.” His smile was genuine now, soft and caring and you gave a little sigh, a lump forming in your throat at the overwhelming emotions. He took one of your hands in his, rough thumb swiping over your knuckles. “I’m always going to be your best friend, and I want you to talk to me, about everything, still. The only difference is that now, sometimes I get to kiss you, hold your hand, take you out on dates and call you ‘my girl’ when I introduce you to people instead of ‘my best friend’.”

“Oh, that’s the only difference, huh?”

“Well, it’s the only difference for now.” His murmur was soft as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek, your other cheek, the tip of your nose. “One day, hopefully soon but I can wait, the only difference will be that instead of hanging at your place or my place, we’ll hang at our place. Maybe, one day, the only difference will be that instead of telling people you’re ‘my girl’, I’ll get to tell them you’re my ‘wife’. We can just be two best friends, who stand up in front of all our other best friends, and promise to be best friends for all of our immortal lives.”

“You’re really not freaking out about this?” You questioned, all of it sounding so wonderful and perfect and terrifying at the same time, and you expected Azriel to have been flying for the hills by now.

“Not even a little bit.”

“You know, I’m high-maintenance.” You pushed, and he only huffed in response.

“No, you’re not. You like to stay in bed and read for dates, or go on walks, and you almost cried that time I brought you a postcard back from my assignment.” You poked at his ribs, and he shrugged. “But, fine, you can become as high-maintenance as you want. I’ll be more than happy to maintain you.”

“Well, I’m an annoying drunk.”

“I know, I’ve been friends with you for an eternity, I am well-equipped to handle your drunk antics.” He smiled, leaning in, breath sharing with you as you watched him near, golden gaze tearing you apart with its intensity. “Anything else?”

“I will yell at you for leaving socks on the floor, and you will have to be the strict parent because you know I will cave, and I get bitchy on my cycle sometimes, and-”

“Shut up, I’m not going anywhere.” His whisper was only for you, so low that had he not been so close you’d have missed it, before his mouth was sealing over yours. Soft and warm, his lips move slowly, coaxing you to kiss him back, until you couldn’t take it any longer.

When you lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck, he sighed happily against your mouth, letting his body fall entirely against your own, pressing you into the counter. He licked along your lower lip, tongue teasing, waiting for permission. You gave it, mouth opening for him as you scratched lightly through the hairs at the nape of his neck. He was barely holding himself up against you, his tongue smoothing against your own, dragging slowly, tasting what you’d denied him for days now.

He shifted, hands tugging at your thighs to lift you onto the counter so he could step between them, step closer to you. With one hand smoothing down his neck, you could feel his pulse thrumming under your touch, his head tipping a little to kiss you deeper. Unhurried, loving and tender and sweet. He tasted like the lemon water Cassian had been making everyone drink after training lately, he smelt like sweat and faint spices, and he felt like home.

He pulled back, a gasping breath before diving right back in, groaning as your lips met again and your giggle was swallowed entirely by his mouth over yours, hands squeezing at your thighs, sliding up to your hips, Then, he was tugging you closer, wrapping your legs around his waist before looping his arms around your lower back, much like a hug, holding you to him. His lips left yours, dotting kisses along your jaw as he caught his breath, your head tipping back for him, until he settled with his face in your neck once again, and you could feel his smile.

Bringing a hand up from where they’d settled on his shoulders, you wove your fingers through his hair gently, a rumble of pleasure at the act shuddering along his body. “See? We’re still best friends, just with really good benefits.”

“They were pretty good.”

“I, for one, happen to love the benefits.” He settled happily, adjusting you until you were pressed as close as you could get, your heart thudding a steady rhythm against his shoulder, beating all for him.

“Yeah, well, I happen to love you.” Your words were a whisper, but you knew he heard them, and after a second, he stiffened in your touch, holding his breath on full lungs. Your fingers paused their movements in his hair. “What?”

“We’ve never said that before.” He pulled back slowly, eyes wide, a shocked look on his face, and for all of one second, panic flared up within you once again. Until he was smirking at you. “I think I might have to freak out for a second.”

“You’re such an asshole!” Your legs unhitched from around his waist, but he made no move to step back, a work of art between your thighs as his head tipped back in laughter. Sunlight from the window behind lit up his golden skin, adding an extra sparkle to his eyes as he looked at you, lips spread wide in a heart-stopping grin. “I take it back. I don’t love you anymore, and I don’t even want to be your friend. Get off.”

“Nope! You love me, and we’re gonna’ be best friends for the rest of our lives, and we’re gonna’ make lots of cute little babies and live in a cute little house, and-” You cut off his teasing by pulling his lips back to your own, a handful of his shirt over his chest and one hand on his shoulder, and his words were muffled, your smile hidden, as your lips found each other again.

He might have been a cocky, teasing asshole, but he was all yours, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Shadows swirled happily around the both of you, cold tendrils brushing against your skin and through your hair as they hid you both from the outside world, a bubble made for only the two of you, where only you got to see him like this. So carefree, so happy.

Into the kiss, as his hands slipped up to hold your cheeks, fingers tangling in your hair, he mumbled, “I love you too, sweetheart.”

#azriel/reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar/you #acotar x you #acotar/reader #acotar x reader #azriel/you #azriel x you

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skzhua · 1 year

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Episode five.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Swearing, mentions of divorce, mentions of deceased parents, some cringey asf moments.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: I am beyond overwhelmed by the amount of love this series is receiving. It means so much to me, you have no idea. Thank you <3

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There were bad days, and then there were bad days. And Min Ho was clearly having the second one. After you slammed the door in his face, he dropped on the couch next to Q. He might have hoped a little that his friend was going to be of any moral support but he couldn't be any far from the truth. Q was still pissed at him. In fact, almost everyone he knew was.

Dae came back to the dorm after Q left to go to bed. Seeing Min Ho alone, he greeted him kindly.

"You're here. How was your day?"

"It sucked." Dae gave him a sad look as Min Ho let out a sigh. "It sucked."

He went to sit across him and gave him a sad smile. "What happened earlier, I'm sorry... Things are crazy these days."

"I know, that's why I'm trying to help you." he said in frustration. "Why are you keeping secrets from me? You didn't even tell me you were dating Yuri all summer... And why did you tell Kitty about Poopy Baby?"

Dae gulped, not saying anything back.

"Are you really my friend?"

He let himself fall back on the seat in defeat. "I'm such garbage."

"Well, at least you know that."

"Hey. You still have feelings for her, right?" he was replied with a hum. "If I can be honest, I saw something today. On the Internet. Randomly! Accidentally!"

There was a pause before Dae hopped on his chair as he suggested they play Overwatch. After agreeing to order hot wings and do face masks, Kitty walked in and rushed to go see Q in his room. Dae's stare lingered to the door and Min Ho snapped him out of it.

Overhearing it all, you heard them call Kitty out of the room to show her something. Curiosity got the best of you, so you joined the others and walked up behind Q to watch what was going on. The sight horrified you. Why would someone stream their roommate in their sleep?

"What? My roommate put me on some weird website as I was sleeping." Kitty scoffed.

"I don't see the appeal." Min Ho sighed.

"And yet you somehow found the site."

He looked at you as you grabbed his attention but only received a death stare from your part. You definitely needed to work on your weird dynamic.

"Kitty, you should move." Dae said, more like an command than a suggestion. "You can't live with this girl anymore."

Q nodded. "Yeah, I agree with Dae. This is kind of sketchy."

She huffed. "I tried but there is no other room."

"Uh, how about a hotel? My driver could take you right now." Min Ho offered although he was well aware this wasn't an option.

"I can't afford that for an entire semester."

"I'm sure Dae can hook you up with a discount at Han Hotels."

"Shut up, Min Ho." you said, growing more annoyed with him by the second.

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "Just trying to help."

"You helped enough today."

Before another argument broke, Q's face brightened as an idea popped in his mind. He offered to switch rooms with Dae for Kitty to come live with the rest of you again. In secret. Though unsure, she agreed because of how much she couldn't take her roommate anymore.

Chuseok used to be your favourite day of the year. You would have a delicious meal with your parents at home, free of worries and problems. Your mom's japchae was what truly kept the tradition living. Needless to say, their death definitely left its mark on you but it became easier with time. And tomorrow, you were going to enjoy it to the fullest. At least try to.

Kitty had spontaneously offered to organize a Chuseok for the expats of the school and begged you to help her out. You would have turned it down but her pleas were almost getting on your nerves that you gave in. She asked you about traditional meals you'd cook with your own family and you put together a list of ingredients she would need to buy. As the list only got longer, you opted to go grocery shopping together.

"Can you get soy sauce? I'll get the gochugaru."

You went to the end of the aisle as she called out for you to ask which kind of sauce she needed to get. Being already in front of the gochugaru, you assumed she could wait a second more for you to pick it up. You crouched down to get it off the shelf. Satisfied with the brand you chose, you got up and were greeted by Min Ho standing in front of you, a basket in hands. His shoulders dropped as you stared back at each other, you doing the same.

"You're seriously everywhere." he complained.

"It's not like I intend on seeing you everywhere."

Kitty came next to you with her cart, having picked out herself a random bottle of soy sauce. "Min Ho."

"And Kitty? You two are like my own sasaengs." he scoffed which Kitty seemed to not have understood.

"What's a sasaeng?" she asked, confirming your thoughts.

"Like a very obsessed fan." you explained. "But we're not."

"Yeah, sure." he smirked at you.

"What are you even doing in a grocery store?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah." you added. "Shouldn't you be on a yatch being rich and annoying?"

He faked a smile. "My dad is doing that with wife number three with her new fillers. I have decided to stay here as a favour to all women who want a piece of me this Chuseok."

He sent you a look before pulling a box of chocolates out of his basket. You could do nothing but roll your eyes at how pathetic it looked.

"Strawberries and chocolate? I'm going to be sick." Kitty said in a boring tone.

"I'm sure Lulu would appreciate it."

This caught your attention. "Lulu? The pop star? You got her to be one of your Min Hoes?"

He scoffed as his infamous smug look appeared. "That's cute, puppy. And she's only the fastest rising popstar in the country."

"And?" Kitty said, not sure what point he was trying to make.

He held up his phone to show you a picture of Lulu but you only frowned.

"We've been flirting since her trainee days." he justified.

"What a surprise." you said sarcastically.

Nonetheless, you couldn't ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach. It felt like it was ripping apart and you only hoped it didn't mean what you thought it meant.

"She's on break from tour for the holiday. Even K-Pop stops for Chuseok." he continued.

"Okay." Kitty said, unimpressed.

Min Ho analyzed the content of your cart and frowned at you. Taking a pack that laid on top of the rest of your items, he showed it to you.

"Do you even know what to do with this?"

You snatched it back from him. "We're fine, thanks."

"I am admittedly entering new territory but with the help of TikTok, Y/N, and a positive attitude, I'll manage just fine." Kitty said and you facepalmed. "If not, I've won awards for my mashed potatoes."

She was about to push her cart forward and walk away but Min Ho stopped her. "No, no, no. As a Korean national, I cannot in good conscience let you desecrate my native cuisine like this."

"You do know I'll be doing most of the cooking, right?" you asked.

He acted as if he hadn't heard you and dropped his basket in your cart before removing Kitty from her spot to push it himself. "Do you want to poison your classmates or do you need my help?"

"Min Ho." you exhaled.

"This is me being kind right now."

Kitty sighed. "Fine. But I'm still making my mashed potatoes."

You and Min Ho groaned at her words and walked towards the next aisle. She followed behind in panic, telling you to not mess her system up.

While she was watching you two add products to the cart, you kept on bickering on anything really. Disagreeing on certains articles, disputing over a certain dish he wanted to cook, complaining about what you wanted to make...

You managed to go up to the cash register and he insisted on paying for it all. Having fought enough with him, you didn't protest and he helped you and Kitty with getting everything back to the dorm.

You got up from bed earlier than usual, wanting to focus on the side dishes you planned on making. It was going to take a while to get everything done so the sooner you started, the better.

What you didn't expect was to see Min Ho already standing in the kitchen as he dressed in a black tank top with a funny-looking apron over it. He didn't see you right away but he was quick to do so when you let a laugh slip out of your mouth.

"Well, well. Who's decided to be an early bird this morning?" he snickered, referring to your usual moody self when you wake up.

"Looks like we've had the same idea. I wanted to start cooking right away." you said as you went to stand next to him. "Need help?"

He shook his head. "I'm good. You can start on the budae jjigae, though."

Doing as told, you took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and Min Ho moved his own material to leave you space to work. It was silent but unlike normally, it felt nice. You almost dared to think that you liked being this comfortable with him.

"What's this?" you asked about the basket on the stool.

"My mom got it for me, my love language is gifts."

"I would have never guessed." you joked.

"She sent it from Los Angeles since she couldn't be here." He looked down. "We usually spend Chuseok together."

You smiled sadly. "It must suck, I get that. My parents and I never missed Chuseok together. Well, until... yeah."

"Right."

He cleared his throat to ease the tension and continued to chop his onions. You watched him go at it and were pleasantly surprised by his skills.

"I would have never guessed you knew how to cook. Nor would I have expected you to help Kitty. I suppose you can be nice."

He gave you a side eye. "I'm famously anti-Kitty, I'm only doing this to honour our traditional food properly."

"Try to convince me. You have a soft spot."

He chuckled while shaking his head. "Well, if you want me to be nice so badly, should I ask if you're okay?"

You cocked your head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"With your parents and all. I bet it's not easy."

You nodded. "Yeah, definitely a difficult holiday." you breathed out.

"I'm sorry but can I ask what happened?"

You looked at him and saw his eyes softened. "It's..." you hesitated. "They had a business trip and never came back." you kept it short

He rubbed your arm and you shivered at the contact. "That's awful. I'm sure they're looking after you. They must be proud."

Your breath hitched as you felt his head hover yours. You didn't dare to look up but you knew he was looking at you.

"Thank you, Min Ho."

You felt him breathe on the top of your head. It was unsteady and hot, you felt like you were about to melt.

"Good morning." Kitty yawned, coming to join the two of you.

You jumped away from each other and focused back on your tasks, attempting to forget what had just happened. "Hey, slept well?"

"I guess." she yawned again. "Oh, Pepero." she said excitedly and reached out to get it from Min Ho's gift from his mother.

He slapped her hand away. "Don't."

Hours of cooking went by and you were happy to have almost forgotten about your moment with Min Ho. Almost. Having finished with your budae jjigae, you sat at the stool and watched Kitty make her mashed potatoes. Growing bored, you connected your phone to the speakers and scrolled through your playlists to find something to add to the ambiance. After selecting one song, you heard a phone buzzing. Min Ho took his device out and smiled as he replied to a text.

"Confirmed Lulu will be at the premises at 8pm." he said with a smirk before putting his phone away.

Your stomach felt weird again.

"I'm sure she'll love the chocolate." Kitty smiled sarcastically.

"The chocolate was actually for," he began to say and moved his gaze to focus on you. "someone else."

Kitty eye-judged him as she kept mixing her potatoes.

"Hey, don't judge." he exclaimed. "Not all people need to be star-crossed lovers to be compatible. Like, hot people, for example." he pointed to himself. "We can, and want to play the field."

You mentally thanked him for saying that as it gave you a reminder that he was nothing but a jackass. That helped the weird tug in your belly go away.

"That's because you haven't found your perfect match." she looked at you for a second and you coughed in disapproval.

Min Ho grunted. "I've found many, many matches."

"I'm just saying, I've seen the magic when people find the one." she smiled to herself.

"That's sweet to think, Kitty." you said in a bored voice, not believing in what she was saying.

"Y/N's right. My parents both thought they found the one." Min Ho continued. "They were the 'it' couple. Beautiful, young starlet. Chaebol heir. The tabloids literally called them the perfect match. Look at them now."

Visibly, the divorce of his parents seemed to have impacted him more than he would admit. You kind of felt bad but, again, this was Min Ho. He didn't deserve your empathy.

"I'm sorry." you let yourself spill out unintentionally.

He shrugged. "Whatever."

Kitty coughed to clear the atmosphere and served him a bowl of her potatoes for him to taste. He took a spoonful of it and hummed as it was better than he thought.

"It must be weird to have people know all about your family." you continued on topic.

You were glad that he didn't mind keeping on telling you about it. "They think they know, they don't really. That's my point."

You nodded in agreement and he continued.

"There's really only one thing that matters at the end of the day."

"Which is what?" Kitty asked curiously.

"The truth." he responded as if it was obvious.

You helped Kitty with organizing the place. As more people came to her gathering, you welcomed everyone nicely by offering them drinks. You saw Q and Florian arrive and joined Kitty's side to say hello.

"Wow." Q breathed out in amazement. "People are calling this Chingu-seok."

"What?" Kitty asked and you were starting to wonder if she really was working on her Korean like she told you she was.

"It's a pun with chinggu, which means 'friends' and Chuseok." Florian explained. "You started a new tradition."

She was in awe but it was ruined when her eyes spotted Professor Lee. "Oh, no. Why is he here?"

"Because he's sad and lonely." Min Ho answered making you almost choke in your orange juice. "Mind helping me, Y/N?"

You followed him to the main table where you had placed the food dishes. He passed you a bowl of cold noodles and asked you to bring them to a table. As he was placing a plate himself, Madison appeared out of nowhere and waved at him.

"Min Ho, hi."

He shut his eyes closed, clearly not wanting to converse with her. "Hello, Madison."

"I wasn't expecting you to be here." she frowned but then noticed the plate he was holding. "Oh my God, you cooked."

"Yes, but I'm not staying long. Got a date tonight."

You had heard enough and moved to the entrance to invite people in. The weird knot in your belly came back and you absolutely hated it. You hated even more that Min Ho was seemingly the cause of it.

"Y/N!" he called out for you again.

With a lack of enthusiasm, you came to him and he asked you to put the plates away with him. Madison had left so you saw no problem in giving him a hand. Happy with the result, you went to Kitty's table together and stopped to look for which seat to take. You sat at the edge of the table, two seats away from your professor. Although awkward, Kitty was going to be in front of you anyway. Plus, you were only there to enjoy the food.

"Hey."

You raised an eyebrow at Min Ho. "You're sitting here? Willingly?"

He repositioned himself on the seat next to you and shook his head. "No. Yes? Just drop it."

"My bad."

Q insisted for Kitty to make a toast and she did a great job as she mentioned sweet thoughts such as gathering together and her mother. She ended her speech with a 'cheers' and you clang your drinks together. With Min Ho's first.

"Happy Chuseok, little pup." he nudged your shoulder. "Thank you for the food."

"Thank you to you too." you smiled.

You started to serve yourself and were, honestly, overwhelmed by how much food there was. You wanted to taste each one of them.

"Can you pass the japchae?" Min Ho asked Q.

Your head rose from the mention of this specific food. "You made japchae?"

He put it down in front of you two. "Yeah, first thing this morning. Didn't you see?"

You shook your head as a no. "I haven't eaten that in years."

Min Ho brought your plate closer and dumped some in it. "Dig in."

The last time you had actual good japchae was at your last Chuseok with your parents. None had own up to it so far and you were curious to see if his cooking skills were as good as he claimed them to be. You took a bite and chewed slowly. Your eyes grew bigger and you shook his shoulder.

"This tastes exactly like my mom's."

He chuckled. "Really? She might have sent you my way so you could taste it."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't ruin the moment."

He shrugged. "I'm just saying." he checked his phone quickly. "I'm off... to fulfill my destiny."

"Ah, Lulu?" you asked and he wiggled his eyebrows at you while getting up.

"Can't wait to read about it tomorrow." Q commented.

"Wait, you're leaving?" Kitty stopped him.

"Hello, hot date with popstar? Later, sasaeng." he tapped her head and walked away.

You felt disappointed he left. Of course, you would never admit it out loud. To suppress the annoying tingle that seemed to never go away from your chest, you focused on the japchae. Taking more and more bites of it, you reminisced your parents. You missed them terribly. But you were convinced they were watching you and you wanted to make them proud. Min Ho said they would be, after all.

And there it was again, Min Ho coming to your mind. You tried to shake it off but he simply wouldn't go away. And now you pictured him being with his date at this exact moment...

Ping.

You took out your phone from your pocket and read the messages you had just gotten.

Min Ho: Y/N!

Min Ho: Y/N, answer!

Min Ho: Help me!

Min Ho: I don't know who else to call, come help me!

He was definitely going to be the death of you. Putting your pride aside, you left the dinner to head to the school's entrance. You looked around but there was no one. You yelled out his name a few times but you were left unanswered. As you were about to give up and go back to the others, Min Ho's head popped out of the bushes.

"What the hell did Kitty put in those potatoes?"

You looked at him curiously. "What the- Weren't you going out just now?"

"Y/N, answer, please."

You shrugged. "Milk, cheese... I heard her mention it."

He squinted his eyes in shame. "Really, that little piece of-"

"Min Ho." you stopped him but he then groaned in pain and you heard his tummy rumble. "Awe, Poopy Baby. Are you okay? Do you need help with the potty?" you teased him.

"Real funny." he said while his face stayed still. "Lulu could come any minute now. You have to get rid of her. She can't see me like this. But keep her hooked on me."

You scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

"If her fans find out, I'm done for."

"Sounds like a you problem." you replied and started to walk away.

The sound of a car brought your attention back to where Min Ho was and you immediately connected that this was Lulu. Cursing at yourself, you turned back on your heels and greeted the idol with a forced smile.

"Hi." you bowed at her as she stepped out of the car. "Min Ho's running late."

"Who are you?" she asked in a bored voice.

"Min Ho's fanclub president, first in line for a date night with him."

You wanted to die just then and there. Fanclub president, what were you thinking?

"Uh?" she said, confused.

"My date with him just ended. I can't believe I even got to see him up close."

And more will to bury yourself ten thousand miles deep.

"That jerk double-booked me?"

You smiled, almost afraid of what you were going to say next. "He is the most handsome guy at school. I'm not going to lie, he ruined me for other guys. He's just so... well, you know."

"Intriguing... But I refuse to come second. You tell him I come back at 6pm tomorrow night. And that he better clear off the rest of his schedule."

"Oh." was all that you could say.

"When he has a night with me, he won't be seeing anyone else after."

She got back into the car, not leaving you time to say something back, and took off. Min Ho scoffed in disbelief.

"How did you do that?"

"Talent?" you answered, although it came out more like a question. "You owe me."

"I know, I know."

You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. "Well, I'll go now."

"Y/N, wait."

Halting on your steps, you looked at him, confused, and waited for him to go on. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at you.

"The chocolate. It was for you. You can take them when you get home."

You froze. "For me?"

"Yeah." he affirmed and finally looked at you. "As an apology for the other day when I yelled."

You let out a small laugh. "Love language is gifts, uh?"

He rolled his eyes. "Say thank you and we move on?"

"Thank you, Min Ho." you smiled.

#xo kitty #xo kitty fanfic #xo kitty x reader #xo kitty minho #xo kitty minho x reader #xo kitty min ho #xo kitty min ho x reader #min ho x reader #sang heon lee #sang heon lee x reader

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Okay so I saw your val and child fic and i got inspired to req as well😭 Lucifer x eldest!daughter!reader, what if luci and Lilith had like, a child before they fell. THIS IS PLATONIC OKAY almost forgot to mention. So like reader is like an angel (maybe with unique wings like luci?) and is more than tens of thousands years old cause she was born before they fell, and she can't go to hell or have any contact with her parents because heaven is worried that she'll fall too, so she's very protected by the angels. It'll add more to the angst if reader isn't even aware that she's the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith! Better, she didn't even know they existed at all because the angels tried their best to keep her away from everything about hell. I hc that Lucifer went to heaven to like, talk w sera to let charlie have a meeting about the extermination yeah!! So on his way, he caught a glimpse of reader gifting a basket full of pastries or idks to Sera in her office. After tens of thousands of years apart, what will he do? He can't fuck this up since of he makes sera angry, then charlie won't have a meeting at all!

Ask and you shall receive! I don't have a ton of experience writing Lucifer, but take a peek- feedback is always appreciated! Thank you so much for your request!

She looked just like her.

Blonde hair. Wings that mimicked his own, at least, how they looked in his glory days. Prior to his fall. Her eyes sparkled with the goodness only heaven could create. Ironic, really, if he was being fully honest with himself.

It was only a glimpse, a glance as she handed off a basket to one of the other angels. Sera’s secretary, maybe. Or one of the lower officers in her command. Honest Lucifer couldn’t care less who she was handing it to if it wasn’t him. After all, that was his daughter.

Every part of him yearned to stand up, to blow these pretentious angels out of the way and to embrace what was rightfully his. To end the pain of a loss he had kept a secret from everyone around him for eons.

But by the way she acted, he doubted she had any idea who he was. It had, after all, been ages since he had last seen her sweet face, bubbling and bright. Heard her soft giggles, her coos as he rocked her to sleep at night. Ages since the high seraphs of heaven ripped her from his arms as they cast him and Lilith to Earth, as punishment for their so called egregious errors.

Twenty nine thousand, seven hundred and fifty six years to be exact. Not that he was counting.

He tried to shake her from his mind. He had another daughter to focus on, after all. One bore after he and his wife fell, crashing into the underground world- a punishment for an external sin.

At first, Lilith had cried. Dark echoing sobs that resulted in the creation of the sins of hell. Each of them one of the actions of heaven that led her to the loss of her daughter. Heaven’s pride, lust, greed, gluttony, wrath and sloth, all became embodiments of the third most powerful beings in hell. It took eons before the discussion of another child could even be considered.

Ironic, he pointed out, that the crimes of heaven became reality in hell. But she didn’t care. He supposed in her mind, bringing to life heaven’s dark side was a sort of retribution.

It was eons, eons before they decided to try again.

That brought him here, to this moment, as he sat in front of Sera as casually as he could. She didn’t need to know he recognized his own daughter. Honestly, dangling her in front of him like that. How dare she? He should strike her now, his hands could leave burning marks of darkness across her face, a permanent scar was the very least she deserved for shattering his family.

But he had another child to consider.

You should be grateful, the commander taunted as he ripped his daughter from his arms. At least now she has a chance at happiness, a chance to avoid eternal damnation and punishment. Why are you not more grateful?

Lucifer’s infant screamed in one of his oversized hands, and with the other pushed him down into the pits of hell alongside Lilith. Their punishment for daring to create something without the permission of a higher being.

“She desires a meeting? With us?” Sera wondered aloud. “Whatever about?”

Lucifer snapped his attention back to the issue at hand. His other daughter, one created many, many years after the loss of their firstborn, needed him. Play it cool, Lucifer, he thought to himself. Charlie needed him. He casually looked at his fingertips and then glanced up at her.

“I don’t know. Something about sinners and heaven. Honestly, Sera. What harm could come from a little….post extermination meeting? After all, wouldn’t you enjoy the chance to meet my daughter? You might notice a few connections that could help keep heaven safe.”

If Sera understood his insinuations, she didn’t let on.

“Very well then, if you feel her knowledge will bring value to heaven. After all, the sanctity of our home is of utmost importance.”

Sanctimonious bitch, Lucifer thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his eldest, his reader laughing at a joke another angel told.

In all the time that had passed, that ringing laugh never changed.

“We have a deal then. Tomorrow, noon. And let Peter know, I don’t want my daughter treated as poorly as I was.” He stood up and turned to walk towards the door.

“She’s doing well, you know. Reader. She’s safe and happy in the hands of parents who truly love her.” Sera’s voice came softly from behind.

Every part of him yearned to turn around, to rip her heart out of her chest and stomp on it the way she had done to him all those years ago. To scream, to gouge her eyes out- the worst circle of hell didn’t hold enough punishment for what this bitch deserved. What heaven deserved for tearing a family apart.

But he had another child to think about.

So instead he swallowed back his feelings and silently walked out the door as he chose to respond in the best way he knew how. He pushed open the outside door and lost in his mind, he tripped down the first step.

A soft hand caught him from behind, preventing his fall.

“I’m so sorry Mister, are you okay?” A familiar voice asked, worry evident.

A cold feeling settled in his gut. No, fate couldn’t be so cruel.

“Ahaha, yeah, just clumsy, you know? Thanks for the catch!” He replied as calmly as he could. He adjusted his tie, willing himself to not turn around. To not face one of the biggest sources of heartbreak a parent could imagine.

He began to walk down the street, back towards the gates of heaven. Back towards the portal that would inevitably open up and toss him down into the pits of hell, where he could again safely hide in the sanctity of his office, again lose himself in yet another fruitless hobby as he tried desperately to forget the night that tore his family apart.

“Dad! Over here!” Her voice sang out.

Involuntarily, he turned around. Dad? Did she recognize him? Was it possible? For just a moment, his heart soared. Dad is right here, reader.

The words caught in his throat as he watched her embrace another man, another angel. One he knew well. Every inch of him flared up with rage. Bad enough that heaven took her away but to give her to him? Of all angels?

And they said hell was cruel.

It took every ounce of self control to turn away from the scene. To once again bury the emotion deep within himself. To process the pain of yet another loss.

After all, he had another daughter to think about.

#valentino x reader #the vees #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar

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Destination Unknown

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Request: Hey!! So I was wondering if you would write a fic about Rhysand having a wife/partner for like a century or more before Under the mountain happened and then 50 years later he comes back with a mate. How do you think that would go? Would he choose feyre over someone he has known and loved for centuries? If he does choose feyre I think it definitely wouldn’t go over well lol. Imagine waiting 50 YEARS for someone only for them to dump you.

Warnings: UTM themes

Word Count: 1,304

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“I’ll only be gone for a little while,” Rhysand laughs into the crook of your neck when you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him close to you. “I’ll stay for dinner and you, Darling, will be my dessert.”

You hum blissfully at his words. It’s a good idea, but you have an even better one.

“How about, I’ll be your dinner, and then we can go into town for dessert?” your tone is low, every word reverberating through his bones, a sultry suggestion that has his nicely pressed pants tightening.

“You beautiful, wicked female,” he purrs. He can’t help himself, leaning down to capture your lips in a long, filthy kiss that only leaves you wanting more.

That had been fifty years ago.

It’s been haunting you ever since, nearly every single evening was the same nightmare. You could picture the cunning smile on his face, righting his disheveled hair with a remark that had almost made you get out of bed and cling to his side so he wouldn’t leave.

You really wished that you had.

Instead, you sit at his desk, the worn leather chair and thick oak desk a reminder that Rhysand wasn’t in the house, nor the court. He was trapped.

It had been hard not to go after him. You had been his second in command at the time the warnings came, the same message to all of you and the Inner Circle, that something had gone wrong, Amarantha had trapped him and all of the other High Lords under the mountain, that you were to lock down the city and reign over the court in his place, until he could make it back home.

You’d had plans. Well thought out ones too, of how to free him and the others from that wretched bitch. Well…perhaps not thought out, as you were a female helplessly in love. You’d do anything to try and save Rhysand, even if it meant exposing the Night Court to the wrath of Amarantha.

But then you’d heard what she had done to the other courts out of spite. The havoc she wreaked and lives she took for her own selfish reasons. The irrevocable damage she’d created.

It had been the best thing to do for the Court, to stay hidden and protected, because that’s what Rhysand requested.

So for fifty years you had been dependent on Tamlin to find a human and have that human fall in love with him. It wasn’t looking good.

Hope was far away now, and you’d found it harder and harder to stay sane as the days passed by and Rhysand was gone. You knew that your friends felt much the same, for Azriel’s gaze always seemed haunted and Cassian had been bound for the bar and brothel more nights than not. Mor had been nothing like the perky blonde you knew, happy as ever, and Amren…well, she seemed like the only one who kept her head on straight.

The door to the study bursts open, startling you in your seat. The paper you were supposed to be reading slips from your fingers at Azriel’s frantic look and you stand from the chair, moving around to the front of the desk to meet him as he stalks towards you.

Your stomach drops. You’d been friends with the shadowsinger for a long time now and had hardly seen any form of emotion on his face, especially one so obvious. It can’t mean anything good.

“What’s going on?” You’re afraid to ask.

“It’s Rhys,” he pants, grabbing your hand, “He’s back.”

Your mouth falls open in shock as Azriel takes your hand, immediately winnowing you to the House of Wind. Your heart is racing like the quick wing beats of an Illyrian bebe, just learning how to fly. You squeeze Azriel’s hand tighter in yours because you can’t quite believe it–

He’s there. Clutching onto Mor and sobbing like he had been when he’d found out about his mother and sister and had come running to your house in the middle of the night, tear stained and drunk, falling into your open arms for comfort.

Your knees give out at the sight. Azriel is there though, keeping you steady on your feet because you suppose someone has to. You’re in such shell shock that he’s here. He’s here and you can’t take your eyes off of him. He’s paled out quite a bit, thinner than you’ve ever seen him, and–

Rhys looks up and your gazes meet.

The world goes still.

There’s no one on the balcony except for you two. His eyes…there's a trace of that vibrant life buried deep inside of them but there are no stars in sight, only harrowing shadows that lick up your spine and cause you to shudder.

“(Y/N),” he says, voice like gravel.

And then you’re moving towards him, as fast as you can. He doesn’t untangle himself from his cousin's arms because maybe he’s scared to. Maybe he’s been having similar nightmares to you, of that night, of the last time he’s seen everyone. But he’s here, he’s really here.

You collapse beside the two, raising your arms so that you can cling to him. Hug him with all of your might and never let him go–

He flinches.

It’s subtle, but you still catch it, arms faltering at your sides.

Rhys doesn’t give you a chance to overthink it, pulling away from a teary eyed Mor to take you into his own grasp, pulling you tightly against his chest.

Your fingers find the fabric of his shirt, twisting into painful fists as you let your tears come loose, spilling down your cheeks and absorbing into the scratchy material of it. He presses his lips to your forehead and they burn, but in a good way. A way that tells you that this whole thing is real. He doesn’t move them, just keeps his mouth pressed to your skin because it’s grounding him as much as it’s grounding you, cradling your head to his chest.

It’s silly, you think, because you should be the one holding him like Mor was. He was the one who had just escaped from under the mountain, trapped for fifty years. Rhys shouldn’t be the one consoling you.

“She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead,” Rhys mutters, over and over and over again like a mantra, like he doesn’t quite believe anything that’s happening right now.

“She’s gone and you’re back, baby,” you speak wetly, pulling back to hold his face in your hands. His cheeks are sunken, dark circles tattooed around his eyes. His inky black hair is matte, not shiny and full of life like it had been before he’d gone to that dreadful dinner.

He hardly looks like Rhys anymore.

There’s a look in his eyes that you can’t quite pin down, guilt of some sort. But it isn’t his fault. It has never been. You know terrible things had happened down there and that Rhys did all that he could to survive, to keep the Court protected, and you’re ready to be here for him, work through things, all on his time.

But he’s breaking again, broken. A heart-wrenching sob escapes from his bitten raw lips, tears streaming down his face as he brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear.

It doesn’t feel right. It feels like he’s sobbing for another reason, completely unbeknownst to you. He keeps staring at you and if it’s because he missed you as much as you missed him, you welcomed it, but something doesn’t quite seem right.

And his next words have the heart that had just been pieced back together shattering completely, blown away with the crisp Night Court breeze.

“The girl that saved us. She’s my mate.”

#rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand/reader #rhys x reader #rhys/reader #rhys angst #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acotarxreader #rhys #azsazz

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capricorn-writer-kawaii · 10 months

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That Night in the Hot Springs

Chapter 3/3

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Enji Todoroki X Reader, ⚠️smut⚠️, fluff, angst, age difference, divorced Endeavor, ⚠️anime spoilers⚠️

Words: 3k

Summary: A divorced and hard-working Endeavor allows himself to lose his composure at the desire he feels for his young colleague. Yet, the flame hero did not count on the fact that what seemed to be just one wild night stand in a hot spring would lead him to fall madly in love.

A/N: This idea just kept popping up in my mind. In the end, it came out longer than expected, my bad, but if it's about Enji being soft and in love, I couldn't help but write a little more. Also, I was very excited to write about Endeavor after his wonderful character development. Why not give him a second chance?

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Chapter 3– Are you ready?

“So, you're not coming back to the agency? It's been a week already." Hawks had invited you to another beer after you told him everything.

"I don't know, I think it'd be better to find another place to work."

"Gorgeous, you're not gonna like what I have to say, but I think Endeavor was right not to let you go on that mission with that guy."

"Hawks, are you fucking kidding me?"

"Listen to me." He asked putting his hand on your shoulder.

“I heard some nasty rumors about that guy. Some days ago two intern girls left the agency and Endeavor suspected they were harassed by this guy. I don't think he was just acting out of jealousy, I think he was protecting you, in his own way. I mean, if he can't even stand ME teasing you, now imagine how he'd feel knowing you were away with such a person. He's bitter and bad-tempered, and you're right, every visit to Dabi makes it worse, but the big guy has a good heart and you'd have to be an idiot not to realize that he cares so much for you that he wouldn't hesitate to give his life for you.”

"I shouldn't have talked to you." You said covering your face.

“Don't get me wrong, I'm just saying that yes, he's jealous and possessive, but this time he had a point. Although he was a jerk and he shouldn't have offended you. I imagine that it mustn't be easy for him to keep going with this relationship. I mean, his public image has never been the best, he has improved, yes... but after Dabi, it has taken him a lot of work to recover a good name. I guess people will judge him for having a relationship with someone younger and from the same agency as him."

You kept silent listening to what Hawks was saying, it was something you had thought about many times, but when you tried to talk about it with Enji, he brushed it off saying that you didn't have to worry about it.

“Also, he has to deal with all those stupid men behind you. Guys of your age and with whom everything would be easier, Endeavor projects as someone self-confident, but I don't buy it."

That talk with Hawks got you down and worried more than you needed to.

The next day, Endeavor had finished work and was looking out at the city through the windows of his office. He didn't listen a knock on the door or someone entering until he heard Hawks’ voice.

"Looking out that window isn't gonna make her come back." Said the winged hero crossing his arms.

"Get out of here!" Whirling away, Endeavor glared at his colleague; fortunately, Hawks didn't fear him; in fact, he saw Enji as his friend, so he was not affected by his countenance.

“You're famous for acting right on time, why are you taking so long in a job that concerns you and you care?”

"The other jobs have required me to act, I'm not sure this is the case." He responded by looking back out the window. “Sometimes you do more by taking a step back.”

"Pride won't get you anywhere, big boss."

"How the hell do you know so much?" To tell the truth, it didn't seem so farfetched that Hawks knew by being so close to you. "Also, it's not about the discussion, it goes beyond that."

“If you're so sure of your decision, why are you here looking out the window? End things head-on. Since when are you a person who doubts or hides?"

"I don't want to hurt her." Enji accepted. "Fuck, I tried so hard to make things right this time but..."

"And you did, I have no doubts you got it. But you need to make a decision."

A couple of hours later than Endeavor used to get home, there was a knock on your door. For some reason, the hero hadn't felt free to use his keys and now you were in front of him. He looked more serious than usual, which didn't surprise you given the days had passed without speaking.

"Hi," You didn’t know how to act, you didn't know how sore he was.

"You haven't answered any of my messages or calls." He said as he closed the door behind him; despite his claim, he didn't see him upset, if not especially serious, something that didn't give you a good vibe. You knew how to deal with angry Enji, not this version he was showing you.

"I needed a little time."

“Well, I think enough time has passed. What are you gonna decide, are you still in my agency, or are you leaving?”

"That was what you wanted to know, that's why you're here." You can't help but let out a sad and ironic laugh. How could you think that he was there to talk about you two? He was right, you were a delusional girl.

"I haven't decided yet." You answer by sitting on a sofa. “But no matter what my decision is, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have made an opinion or judged you. You're right, I'm immature and there are many things I don't know. Dabi's your son, it's logical that you continue to worry about him; after all, you're a good father, whether you believe it or not.”

“Don't apologize for that, I know why you brought it up, I was the one who didn't take it well. It's a sensitive subject. I know you didn't say it to hurt me, you were worried, but you also had the right to be upset, that hadn't been a good day and I took it out on all of you."

There was something in that apology that had you anxious. When Enji made a mistake, his apologies used to be accompanied by a caress, he would at least take your hand and pull you closer to him, but that night he just sat next to you and stared at the table in front.

“Now, although you didn't attack me, I did. I hurt you. I didn't think about it, it just left my lips."

"If it came out like that, it's because you did think like that."

"No," he said firmly. “It's not like you're thinking. I've never thought that you’re immature, your way of seeing things is something that I've always liked and it has made me feel good so many times. I don't know why I said something so different from what I think, I'm not going to excuse myself by saying that I was upset. I'm not used to sharing so much of my life with someone and you mentioning my son put me in a vulnerable spot. I'm sorry, I couldn't handle it."

“It won't happen again, I promise you. If I continue in your agency, I'll be more professional and I'll respect you, you're my boss, I have no right to claim anything from you." Endeavor shook his head negatively, that type of relationship was not something he wanted to have with you. Besides, he wasn't there exclusively to find out about your decision, he had only used that as an excuse.

“If you decide to stay and really want to go on that mission, go. I don't like that guy and I don't like seeing him around you, I won't deny it, but when I forbade you to go, it wasn't out of jealousy.”

Endeavor finally looked up and the first thing he saw was how the ruby he had given you shone on your neck, you never took it off. Later, he noticed your discouraged face, he even saw you thinner. He had arrived at your house convinced of something, or rather, he had forced himself to convince himself that you would be better off without him, but seeing you like this, added to how he truly felt, forced him to doubt everything again. Especially when you reached out and laid your head on his shoulder.

"I've missed you so much, I hate it when we argue, Enji."

"Kid, wait, I'm not done talking." Those words made you feel a cold in your body that didn't go away even by being at Endeavor's side. A few moments passed in which he sighed and for the first time, you saw him defeated. “I have thought a lot about us, and I think it's not fair for you to continue seeing me. What have I offered you so far? A secret affair? A relationship with a guy loaded with issues? You're young, the most beautiful, kind, and talented woman I've ever met. You deserve to have a normal relationship, go on dates, and not have to worry if your boyfriend comes home from jail after visiting his kid. It's not fair that you are wasting these years of your life by my side.”

You didn't lose sight of Endeavor's hands balling into fists and holding the fabric of his pants. You also didn't ignore the dark look on his face as he spoke.

"Enji, do you really want us to break up?" You asked with a lump in your throat.

"It's not about what I want, it's about what's best for you."

“You mean that if I tell you to break up, you're going to take it just like that? If I say yes, won't you care about everything we've been through all this year? Is it so easy for you to just turn the page?”

“Kid, don't make this more difficult! I'm trying to think of you and not me! It's hard enough, don't make it worse. I've been always a damn selfish man and I'm trying to change that because I truly care about you!"

“Do you actually think that the best thing for me is not to see you anymore? Enji, what do you think you mean to me?"

“Have you not seen how all the people who have lived with me have ended up? I don't want that to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to bear it if you ended up hating me."

Before the hero got up, you did, but to sit on his lap and take his face. "Enji, listen to me. I don't want someone my age, I'm not interested in going on dates either, the ones I have with you are wonderful. It worries me when you visit him because it’s so painful to see you suffer and not know how to help you, but if you would let me, I could help you. I'm not looking for what we have to go public either, but when the time comes, and if you feel comfortable too, I'll be happy to brag to everyone that Endeavor’s my boyfriend. Do you frankly want to think about me? So, stay by my side. Now, if what you want is to break up because our relationship puts a lot of pressure on you…”

"No!" He said immediately, he had even put his hands on your hips. "No, no! I don't want that, that's why it took me so long to tell you all this! How can I stop seeing you? At first, I thought that this need to be with you was because you drive me crazy, but it's not just that. I'm happy with you."

"Enji, I love you. No matter how complicated it gets, I promise I'll stay here next to you. If my staying at your agency complicates things for you, I can leave. I'd miss working with you, but I don't want to jeopardize everything you had worked for so hard."

"Kid, if I did anything right in my life, it was when I gave you my soul by welcoming you into my agency. Don't go." He begged with a sigh, totally in love with you. "And if you don't mind, we could change our plans a bit, let me take you on a date as you deserve."

"You're sure?"

"I never said that I didn't want to do it, when I tried to invite you, you said no."

“I thought you'd feel uncomfortable if people got close.”

"Fuck it, after all, I've never been a charismatic hero." He responded by making you laugh. "I love you too, kid." He finished before kissing you.

A few weeks later, you waited for your boyfriend to finish going through some cases in his office. He called you to ask your opinion about something, but as soon as you walked over to read the papers, Endeavor laughed mischievously and spanked you making you jump.

"Enji!" You said with a red face and still feeling your skin hot from such a spank.

"Let's leave those papers for the assistant, I've already worked a lot for today." Taking you in his arms, he made you giggle as he walked over to the huge sofa he had in his office, he had bought it to have a comfortable place where he could be with you.

Eager to feel your boyfriend closer, you pulled him by the neck of his costume so you could finally kiss him. You loved when you had him on top of you wearing that because you could perfectly feel every muscle in his body. Also, you knew how to make him lose his mind thanks to the fabric that his costume was made of, and you did so when you sat on top of him and began to rub your body against his. Enji spanked you again, but this time with such force that you had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. You bit him so hard that he smirked as he sensed you had broken it and a little blood was coming out.

That night you were so desperate that without expecting anything else, you started to ride him. You didn't even take off his clothes properly neither yours, you just moved what was necessary.

You two were just as passionate, just as wild to make love, which was why Endeavor tipped his head back and ordered you to continue bouncing on top of him. He let you do what you wanted for a while, but his domineering nature led him to put you on your knees and let him take control. That night he particularly became obsessed with your ass and he spanked it so many times you were sure you would have bruises for days. Even so, every time he did it you felt a tingle all over your body announcing that you were close to coming. Endeavor wanted to see your face, so he laid you back down, then positioned himself on top of you, and as soon as he saw your eyes, he smiled.

“Oh, kid, what have you done to me?” He questioned bringing his forehead closer to yours without stopping moving, not so fast anymore, but deeper than before.

For the first time while making love, you received a hero's kiss on your forehead. However, before you could even process what had happened, Endeavor used the ace up his sleeve, the trick he kept when he wanted to make you reach the highest point of pleasure. He knew you so well that he quickly took covered your mouth with his hand to drown out the cry you gave when you felt how Enji warmed his cock a little more each time until it reached the perfect temperature. You implored him to continue until you felt that incomparable heat in your entire body. There was only one thing that could do it better, and you begged him to do it with your eyes, you asked him to come inside of you and he did it.

Nothing felt better than that heat running down your legs at the same time as you saw Enji's smirk from knowing that he had caused you so much pleasure to the woman he loved. He was also drenched in sweat and never missed the opportunity to look at your legs covered by him.

"You're amazing." You whispered lying on his body and kissing his chin, lips, and cheeks.

“I had something to tell you before you started all your sexual innuendo.”

"Oh, shut up! I didn't do anything, you just called me to help, and like the pervert that you are, you didn't resist." Enji let out a guffaw that rang throughout the office. That rarely happened and you would never tire of hearing him laugh. "Well, what were you going to tell me? "You asked closing your eyes and letting yourself be pampered by the handsome flame hero.

“Would you like to go home for dinner on Friday?” It seemed strange to you that he asked you something so trivial, after all, you always ate at home and you still hadn't agreed on your official date.

"Sure, love, we can prepare something nice." You replied.

“Kid, I mean my house. I talked to the boys and, well…”

"Wait, what?" Very messy and still agitated, you straightened until you were sitting practically on his hip. “Did you tell your kids about me?!”

"Shoto was the first to react and he asked me if it was you I was dating, Fuyumi got quite excited, and Natsuo couldn't believe that you had accepted to give me a chance." He commented with a frown, but you couldn't help but laugh. “I thought it would be more complicated, but they said that after almost 15 years divorced, it was time for me to try again, although they thought it'd never happen. So what do you say, beautiful? Ready to meet them? They don't talk much, but I promise you they are good kids, and they'll treat you well."

Still in shock that Enji was ready to take such a big step, you nodded your head and showed so much excitement, that your boyfriend laughed tenderly.

“Oh! And before I forget it, we have to put one more seat, Hawks threatened to leave the agency if we didn't invite him to dinner. So, I think we'll have a full house."

You immediately hugged your hero again, unable to believe that what started as a passionate night in a hot spring had ended like that. There was still a long way to go, but both were certain that you wanted to be together.

"I love you, kid." He told you again, assuring you that you were not dreaming.

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Chapter 3

pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none really, a taste of domestic bliss maybe, Angel being a sweetie pie

A/N: I’m obsessed with this story!!!!

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Ch. 2

Tony had arranged for a local baby store to close down for the morning just so that you and Steve could shop in peace. The employees were made to sign NDAs before you both walked in. It didn’t stop them from staring, whispering and giggling whenever Steve smiled their way. Currently you stand in the middle of a sea of cribs and beds. Hands on your hips as Steve tested the durability of one of the toddler beds. The frame cracked after he pushed against the mattress.

“Can you try to not break everything?” You whisper yell.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure it was good enough.”

You giggle at his pout.

“It doesn’t matter, I think we should get one of those 3 in 1 beds.” You say as you point to a sign showing a full crib, a toddler bed and finally a daybed.

“Hhmm, seems like a good idea. What color?”

“White would be nice. Clint and Sam are painting my guest room. I picked out some nice pastel colors.”

“I could paint a mural or something.” Steve adds, his eyes hopeful.

“That would be great. Maybe you could do some fairytale characters.”

He nods as he grabs one of the boxes with the crib you’ve picked and places it on the cart you had been provided. From there you went to get the matching bedroom furniture.

It would have been nice having Bucky here, but since the day you told him about his daughter it seemed like he had been avoiding you. You hadn’t really noticed since you were busy with said child. It wasn’t until a day later when you got a reminder of plans you made before any of this happened that you realized that you hadn’t seen him. Steve tried to not bring up the topic but he confirmed he hadn’t seen Bucky either. So while he decided what he wanted to do you made the choice to move baby Barnes out of the hospital wing and into your apartment. She was the most comfortable with you so it made sense although she was letting Steve hold her now. The rest of the team was slowly introducing themselves into her daily life so that she could get used to having people around that weren’t nurses.

You moved around the aisles as you grabbed some other necessities. By the end of the shopping trip you had more clothes, toys and books than what you would need. Most of them were chosen by Steve. You only said no to certain things and even then you had to take them out of the shopping cart without him noticing.

“Was buying three car seats really necessary?” You asked as you loaded bags into the trunk of your car.

“Yes. One for you, one for me and one for Bucky. Listen I know he’s kept his distance but he’ll come around.” He finished loading the bigger item into the pick up truck he drove and walked around to your car and began to help you. “Back then, in between missions, Bucky and I liked to talk about what we were gonna do when we went back home. Most of the time he kept it light. He wanted to eat all of his Ma’s cooking and sleep on a good bed. Take his sisters to Coney Island. But one night after a close call he told me that what he really wanted was to find a girl, fall in love and start a family. He’s found his girl.” Steve says as he looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. “And I know for a fact that he is head over heels in love with you, and it might not be conventional but now he has a daughter. He has his family, he's just scared.”

The bag with sippy cups that was in your hand falls to the floor as you listen to Steve. He grabs the one that rolled out of the bag and places it back in before moving to store the bag in the trunk. You stare at him, your lips slightly parted like you wanted to say something.

“You really think he likes me?”

“Yeah. I know I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic but you two could have something wonderful if he just pulled his head out of his ass.”

You try to hide your smile but fail. “Ok let's Hurry it up Rogers, I don’t pay you to stand around and look pretty.”

“Oh so you think I’m pretty.”

“Shut up, and let’s go!” You laugh as you get in the driver’s seat.

Bucky stood by the crib and looked down at the sleeping form of his daughter. He’d been there everyday since he’d been told he was a father. Stealing moments alone with her and his thoughts. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying. But anytime he thought of how he had found her, tied down on a table only covered by a thin blanket, he couldn’t contain his tears. How could hydra hurt someone so pure and innocent?

He thought he didn’t deserve the way you spoke so well of him to her. Bucky had turned his back on his little girl. Too afraid that he’d just fuck her up worse than hydra has. But you didn’t doubt his ability to be a good father and he wasn’t sure why. What had he done to deserve your trust so easily? You and Steve had already stepped up to provide stability to his daughter and yet you were so sure he’d step up once he got over the initial shock.

Sweet Angel moved and out of her hand fell a small metal figurine, a kitten. Bucky smiles, he knows that was your doing. There’s a small whimper and Angel pouts before she starts crying in her sleep. Bucky’s right hand caresses her cheek as he tells her she’s ok. She hiccups in her sleep before she settles down again.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Steve asks from the door. Bucky nods as he straightens up but doesn’t look up at his friend.

“She’s leaving the medical wing. Y/N is taking her up to her apartment. If that’s ok with you?”

“Yeah, she’ll be better there.” Bucky clears his throat. “How is she?”

“Y/N’s good. A bit tired but once that little Angel is up in her own room I think Y/N will be more comfortable. You should go talk to her, she’s worried.”

“I will.”

“Will you really or are you saying it so that I’ll get off you’re case?”

“I will,” Bucky finally looked up at Steve. “I talked to the lawyers, I’m willing to sign her birth certificate but I’m not ready to be her guardian. I want you and Y/N to do it. Would you?”

“Of course I would and I know Y/N would too.”

“Thank you. I should go and find her then.” Bucky walks out of the room leaving Steve alone. He sighs as he walks over to the crib.

“He’ll get his shit together soon, sweetheart. I promise.”

You had just finished setting Angel up in the new booster chair for the dining room table when you heard a knock at your door.

“Who's at the door Friday?” You ask the A.I.

“It’s Sergeant Barnes.”

“Let him in please.”

“Hello, Y/N?” You could hear Bucky’s voice from the living room.

“In the kitchen.”

You hear his footsteps get closer while you begin to plate up some food. Bruce had given you the ok to try some soft food with Angel and you wanted to start immediately.

“Hey.” You say as you look over your shoulders to find Bucky at the entrance of your kitchen and dining area. His eyes moved from you to his daughter and back. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, fine. I wanted to talk but I can come back later.”

“Nonsense. Would you like to join us for dinner?”

He thought about it for a moment and nodded as Angel began to babble, getting your attention. You move over to the cabinet that holds your plates and pull another one out and fill it with everything you’d made for dinner. Bucky is at your side grabbing his plate while you take yours and the small bowl for Angel.

“Are you ready for dinner, sweet girl?” You ask in a slightly higher pitched voice as you walk around her seat so that she could see you.

Bucky smiles as he watches you place the plates down and then kneel next to his daughter’s chair. He moves around the table and takes the chair next to yours, which ends up being directly in front of Angel.

“Can you say hi?” You wave at Bucky, hoping that the toddler would mimic the motion. “Say hi, sweet Angel.” Her little hand comes up, imitating the motion you just did “good job.” She smiled and tried to hide her face from Bucky. “Oh are you getting bashful now?”

While you’re having this one sided conversation with a toddler, Bucky’s heart might as well explode right then and there. If he hadn’t been in love with you before, this right here would be the moment that would make him fall. In a matter of days a dream he had convinced himself he’d never get to live is playing out in front of him and it’s real. He’s starting to question his decision of stepping away from her. What if you and his daughter are his one chance of having something good after all the bad he’d been through?

“Buck?”

“Hhmm? Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said your food was going to get cold.”

“Sorry.” He looked down at his plate. “Your cheesy mashed potatoes, what’s the special occasion?”

“My cheesy mashed potatoes are only for special occasions?” You laugh. “You really want to know?” You asked as you leaned over to grab a spoonful of the food in question and offer it up to Angel.

“Yeah.”

“Bruce said sweet Angel here could move on to soft foods instead of just liquids. Thought I’d start off with something good.”

“Oh. Well if she doesn’t like them she’s grounded, how about that?” He says with a small smile.

You hear a small ‘mmm’ from her side of the table.

“No grounding for her I guess.” You chuckle as you hand her the spoon. She had been wanting to do what you did, so if you tried to feed her with a spoon she wanted to do it herself. She made a mess every single time but it was good to let her try.

You turn to look at Bucky and find him with a ghost of a smile and a tear rolling down his cheek. He wipes it away but he knows you’ve seen it. Your hand rests against his forearm and you give him a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry it’s just-“

“You need to stop apologizing, Bucky. I don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“For everything. For leaving the way I did the other day. Not taking responsibility for her.”

“Well I would have probably done the same if someone told me I had a daughter I didn’t know about. And as far as taking responsibility it’s something we can talk about.”

“I wanted to talk to you about the guardianship that I want to set up for her.”

“How about we talk after dinner?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

You both stay silent, unsure of what to say next so you focus back on your meal. For the first time since Bucky had come to the compound there was an awkward sort of tension between you. The only noise coming from your utensils and angel who was babbling away while she spooned food into her mouth messily.

“Ok, I need to get her cleaned up.” You said with a laugh when you realized there was more food on Angel’s shirt than what she probably ate.

“I’ll clean this up for you.”

“You don’t have too.”

“Y/N, it’s literally the least I could do.”

“Ok, but don’t disappear on me after.” You said as you moved and picked up the messy toddler before walking back towards the bedrooms.

You bathed and dressed Angel, in new pastel colored Captain America footie pajamas, and walked back out toward the kitchen to find that Bucky had washed the dishes.

“Bucky?” You call out when you don't see him.

“Living room.”

You walk down the hall to find him sitting on your couch. Bucky had done it a hundred times before. His boots were off and his feet were resting on the coffee table while he held the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. There was a bowl of your favorite ice cream waiting for you. This somehow felt different, with his daughter on your hip and her favorite pink bear, you couldn’t help but think of what Steve had told you earlier that day. The possibility warmed your heart.

A small hand on your cheek breaks you out of your thoughts and you look down to find the second pair of the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen looking at you. She smiles and coos as she points at Bucky before waving at him. He waves back with a small ‘hi’ and she hides her face behind her teddy. You sit on the couch settling Angel on your lap while leaving some space in between you and Bucky. This was different too, you’d always sit close together and although you didn’t necessarily cuddle, the feeling of having him next to you was comforting.

“Alright what are we watching?” Bucky asks from his spot.

“I’m not sure I was thinking of a princess movie. To see if she likes it.” You said as you absentmindedly moved your hand over her head the feeling of peach fuzz, letting you know her hair was starting to grow, tickling your palm.

“Ok, how about,” Bucky searches through some streaming services until he finds what he wants. “This one?”

“Snow White?”

“Yeah, I took my little sisters to watch it when it came out in 1937.” He looks over at you and you nod with a smile. Bucky hits play while you turn Angel around to face the tv.

As the movie starts playing you hear a small gasp from the little girl as she looks up at you with wonder and points at the tv. Bucky leans forward and hands you the bowl of ice cream. Even though you know it’s a bad idea you give some to Angel to try. Her eyes widen and her mouth makes a little ‘o’ shape before she claps her hands in approval.

About 20 minutes into the movie she starts to wiggle around in your lap so you set her down in the empty space between you and Bucky. It has been a while since you’ve seen Snow White so you’re distracted and unaware that Angel is crawling her way over to her father. That is until you hear his breath hitching. When you turn to ask what’s wrong you find that Angel is standing on the couch next to Bucky. One hand against his chest and the other holding on to her pink bear, her head tilted to the side. It’s like she was trying to read him or convince him of something as she babbled. Bucky’s eyes go wide as he stares at her.

“I’m sorry, let me get her.” You put your ice cream down and move to pull her away from Bucky.

“No, don’t. It’s ok, as long as she doesn’t cry.”

But Bucky’s daughter wasn’t content with just standing by him. No, in fact she laid her head on his chest and yawned before letting her weight fall on his thigh and getting comfortable.

“Support her back so she doesn’t fall.” You told Bucky, who sat there stunned. His right hand sits gently against her back and she seems so much smaller in his arms. “I can take her if you want.”

Bucky shakes his head. He’s mindful of his movements, just like his Ma had taught him when he first held his sisters. With a gentleness Bucky reserved only for you he managed to move her around so that he could cradle her securely in both of his arms and he rocked her. She looked so peaceful as her eyes fluttered closed, as if she’d never been through the horrors hydra put her through. Bucky took in her features from this much closer point of view and he was in awe. She was so small, so trusting and all his.

Instead of trying to take Angel and putting her in her new crib you let them stay like that. You knew it was important for both of them and hopefully it would make him realize that she needed him just as much as he needed her. As quietly as possible you got up and went to the kitchen to give them space.

You sipped on some wine as you sat on the kitchen counter. Bucky appeared in the entryway with a sleeping toddler in his arms and looked at you for guidance. It was slightly amusing to see the world’s deadliest assassin afraid to wake a sleeping child.

“You can put her down in her crib. Make sure you cover her up with the pink blanket.” You whispered and he nodded before disappearing down the hall.

The glass of wine hides your smile as Bucky rounds the corner again. He leans against the counter in front of you. Arms crossed over his broad chest and eyes so full of mixed up feelings, it made you want to hug him. You’d called his name a few times but he was lost in thought. With a wiggle of your fingers you made his left hand move just enough to get his attention. You’d never use your abilities against his will but he had given you permission for this one thing.

“I’m sorry what?” He said when he finally looked up at you.

You didn’t say anything, instead you just stretched out your hand and waited for him. Bucky knew what it meant, you were offering physical support. You both knew that it was a tricky subject. For a while he didn’t like being touched unless it was absolutely necessary. But the first time he did accept a hug it was from you, on his birthday. He’d been addicted to your touch ever since.

Bucky’s hand slides into yours perfectly. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug lightly to get him to move towards you and he does until he’s standing between your legs. Even when you’re sitting on your kitchen counter you still have to tilt your head up to look at Bucky when he’s this close, but only slightly. He slumps forward once he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he relaxes further into your hold once his face is hidden in the crook of your neck and you play with his hair.

You were his safe space.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask after a few minutes of just holding each other.

Bucky holds your hands in his, making lazy patterns with his thumbs as he thinks about what he wants to say.

“I came here with clear intentions of asking you to be her guardian.” he sighs.

“But?”

“But now I’m not sure. I mean I still think that you’re the best person to take care of her but at the same time she’s my daughter. What am I supposed to do? How do I even raise a kid? I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You smile sweetly at him. “We could do both.”

“Both?”

“I can still take care of her, she can stay here with me but you can still be her father.”

“What if I hurt her? I could never forgive myself. There’s so many things that I don’t even know I’ll be able to give her.”

“Well how about if we start with one thing. Something that only you can do for her.”

“What’s that?”

“Give her a name.”

Ch. 4

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totally-original-artist · 2 years

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Hey so uh about the pet au-

I just got the idea that demons can shapeshift a bit to make themselves smaller, bigger, and alter their animalistic features to present as another animal than what they truly are

Nearly all demons nowadays don't show the features they were born with and some will make themselves be an entirely different species just to fuck with their owners even if it isn't good for their biology (they don't get the right food or eat something they shouldn't (but that's super rare in itself and only appears in abusive homes))

If yours begins to trust you they will slowly let their actual features out as a sign of comfortability and some will shift themselves smaller (if it doesn't strain their body) for more cuddles (Mammon and Asmo)

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you? read it?? and wrote something?? for me??? 🥺👉👈

Ok but I really like this idea!! Beel being kept as a guard demon! He sees the way other people interact with their pets every morning, hugging and petting them, but his owners try not to touch him too much because of the wings he has. They're disgusted by them and even attempt to paint over it to make it look more 'beautiful', this breaks his heart so much. So Beel tries desperately to look more like a cat or dog, straining his body everyday and holding that appearance for hours. It doesn't take long for him to get ill, his body just can't handle being different from its original state for so long. But Beel still tries to push through, since the only time his owners genuinely smiled at him was when he looked cute. His sickness eventually leads to him being given away.

After you take him in he's still a little weary about turning back, and he doesn't want you to see his 'disgusting' side, so he keeps up the cute cat/dog look. You notice his health is declining and you frantically try to help him get well but you're not sure why he's sick. Beel slowly comes to see just how much you cared for him, he sees that you're terrified you might lose him. One day while you're just about to make a call to the local vet, Beel comes up to you. Curling up into a ball in your lap you see his facade slowly slip away, his animal ears disappearing and his tail too, replaced with a pair of shimmering, insect-like wings. He sighs, finally able to relax after so long and falls asleep against you. He didn't want to see the look on your face, he was too scared for that, but the fact that you didn't push him off immediately probably meant something good. You place a gentle hand on his head and watch him shrink a little to better fit on your lap. You didn't understand why he kept up that look for the past few days but you're glad he felt comfortable enough to be this close to you now.

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Also, Lucifer being kept as a show pet for his beautiful black feathers and the gorgeous gem on his forehead but he hates his owners and just turns into a different bird (like say…a common pigeon). He loved seeing the look of shock on their faces, loved it when they whispered to each other about him. He didn't understand anything they said but it was clear it was getting to them and that's all that mattered. Eventually though, the shock turned to anger and he'd be punished; starved, isolated, and taken to multiple vet visits where he'd be poked and probed in an attempt to understand why he was 'acting up. So he'd stop. He'd stay as the beautiful little pet they bought just wishing for them to let him be.

By the time he comes to your home it's been engraved in his head that he had to stay obedient or he'd be punished. You watch as Lucifer behaves like a good little demon at your house. Doing exactly what he's told and even helping you with some small chores here and there. You notice though that he never really formed a bond with you, it felt more like he was some sort of soldier following your orders. One day he messes up, Lucifer feels the end of his shirt get stuck on something on a table and he pulls in an attempt to free it, but the table moves, knocking down the cup of water you had left on it. Lucifer's heart drops, he didn't want to be punished, he'd been so good so far how could he mess up now? He desperately runs and fetches the washcloth and wipes like his life depends on it, hoping that you hadn't heard anything but is quickly disproven. As he hears your footsteps approach he feels his heart race even more, he's terrified of what you might do if you found out he had screwed up but he didn't have time to clean it, so he flees. He runs to the storage room and stuffs himself under an old couch against the wall, his body shrinking to accommodate the space.

All you come back to is the fallen over cup with a wet washcloth next to it and the sound of a door being shut. It takes you a while to figure out what might've happened but once you realize you immediately head over to the storage room to check on Lucifer. You search for a few minutes before discovering a small silhouette under the old couch and find that it's Lucifer. How’d he get in there? It's such a small space. You try to reach for him but he just presses himself against the wall, completely overwhelmed by fear, but you didn't know that. By the time you realize that he wasn't just scared, he was scared of YOU, you could already hear him sniffling and feel crushed. You had caused this, this was your fault, and one way or another you were determined to fix it.

You try to lure him out with food, but you're not sure what his favorite is, Lucifer always ate whatever you gave him. But you wait there with a pizza bun and a small cup of water in hand, hoping he'd come out once he starts feeling hungry but hours pass and he's still stuck. You place both items down and go out for a while, maybe he'd come out to eat when you're not around? But he doesn't. You come back after a few hours to see the food and water untouched and you can't help but feel guilty. Were you really that terrifying? Did he not trust you anymore? Did he ever?

You spend the next hour trying to coax him out with praises and sweet words. Though he doesn't understand you, it's clear from your tone that you mean well, but seeing your hand reaching for him keeps reminding him of all the atrocities he had to endure in his previous home. Eventually you give up, feeling sleepy you decide to just sleep here just to keep an eye on Lucifer. Bringing out a camping mattress you lay down a few feet away from the couch and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

Lucifer hesitantly takes a peek outside and is shocked to see that you're still there. He notices that you're fast asleep. What surprises him even more is seeing a small hot box next to you with a sticky note that had a badly drawn picture of him on it. Deciding he'd probably want a warm meal once he came out you left it there. Lucifer slowly crawls out of his hiding spot, feeling much braver now that you're sleeping. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens the lunch box, instantly he's hit with a delicious smell. It was a meat dish and still really warm. Having not eaten for most of the day, Lucifer gratefully shoveled it all into his mouth, stopping occasionally when it felt too hot.

Once done with his meal he looks at you. He starts to wonder if you actually did care for him. Maybe he wouldn't be punished after all. You were clearly trying to look out for him, the meal for proof of that, and the fact that you had opted to sleep in this uncomfortably cramped space instead in the comfort of your own room just to stay with him. Lucifer feels himself tear up at the thought of being loved, it seemed like such an impossible concept but all signs led him to believe it, even if it's just a little.

The next day you wake up to a small bundle sleeping by your feet. The demon lay there holding the lunch box to his chest, you watch as he takes steady breaths, sleeping peacefully. You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your face at the sight. Sure the day he fully trusted you was probably far away, but you were more than willing to wait for it.

#obey me #obey me pet au #ask #anon #ily anon omg #kissing your forehead rn #beelzebub #lucifer #*slaps the top of the pet au*#this bad boy can fit so much trauma #obey me angst #sorry this turned into a fic ahsdiakjshjahfsd #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me fluff #thank you anon you got me motivated enough to spit out a fic

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koolkat9 · 1 year

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Out of Sight

Based on an idea that has been rolling around in my head for awhile and that was finally brought out by this post by @sunnylolli.

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Canada

Word Count: 910

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Matthew saw things. For as long as he could remember. Long before he ever met Arthur or even Papa. It started as tiny lights, dancing in the air. Papa had said those were fireflies, but Matthew knew better. One time, Matthew caught the light, cupping it in his hands. Pudgy fingers opened to reveal a little girl with beady blue eyes and wings like a dragonfly. She looked terrified.

“Je suis désolé mademoiselle,” Matthew sputtered, opening his hands wider so the little lady could get out. He left the lights alone after that.

Then there was the time he got pulled under by the undertow. The specifics were blurry, but he remembered a woman’s face, many sea creatures wrapped in her hair, her skin littered with scales. When he came to, he was on the shore, all alone. He had shouted a thank you to the sea, having a feeling that whoever saved him resided there. He never saw her again.

But the scariest was the shadowy figure that stood in the corner of his room every now and then. Sometimes it looked like a bear, sometimes an owl, sometimes a wolf. Its eyes glowed white within the darkness. At first, he thought it was a nightmare, but it kept coming back. Papa couldn’t see it, though he got this grave look on his face whenever Matthew mentioned it to him. So Matthew kept quiet. After all, it wasn’t like the shadow did anything threatening, and it only showed up every few months.

Years went by, and Papa left. Why he had to leave Matthew didn’t fully understand, but Arthur was nice and didn’t mind taking him on walks even if it was muddy or getting down on the grass with him to roll around.

Arthur saw things too. Some things Matthew didn’t even see. And yet, Matthew couldn’t bring himself to mention the creatures to Arthur.

He was just about to fall asleep when he heard shuffling. He tried to pay it no mind, his brain too close to sleep to process the possible danger. But then he felt something warm wash over his face. He cracked his eyes open, and sure enough, two glowing eyes stared into him.

Matthew screamed, and the shadow creature stumbled back. Taking the chance, he rushed into Arthur’s room bawling. Arthur jerked awake, springing up from his bed. “Matthew? Matthew…what’s the matter darling?”

“Th-There’s…In my room…I-I don’t...It was there and–”

“Slow down. Shhhh. It’s going to be okay. How about you show me?”

Matthew shook his head ‘no.’ He couldn’t go back into that room.

“Oh come now. Surely it was just a nightmare.”

He was just like Papa. ‘It’s just in your head mon chou.’ ‘Go to sleep, and it’ll disappear.’ ‘It was just a dream, Matthieu.’

“It’s there,” Matthew screamed at the top of his lungs, “It’s been there over and over and over. And it’s gotten closer and–”

“Matthew we do not raise our–”

“You’re just like Papa. No one ever believes me.”

“Matthew, do not--”

But Matthew was already rushing to the door only to meet the shadow, shaped like a man towering over him.

“I am talking to you young–” Arthur made a strangled noise at the back of his throat as he stared at the figure. “Matthew…Get behind me.”

Matthew didn’t need to be asked twice. He skittered behind Arthur, gripping his nightgown and burying his face into the fabric. Arthur muttered something under his breath. Latin if he had to guess, but it didn’t sound like anything he had heard before. He smooshed his face even more into the fabric until he was pressing against Arthur’s leg.

There was crackling, then something hot, and then a hand in his hair that kept Matthew planted in place once everything was over. “It’s alright poppet,” Arthur panted, “It’s all gone now.”

“Mmm…”

Arthur crouched down, peeling Matthew off and looking him in the eye. He thumbed away Matthew’s tears. “I’m sorry for not believing you lad. I…I never thought I’d find another like me outside of my brothers. But I should have believed you, and I’m sorry.”

Matthew sniffed, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

“You don’t have to worry about that thing again,” Arthur went on, “I took care of it.”

Matthew bit his lip, looking around the room. The shadow was gone, but he didn’t want to go back to his room. He didn’t want to ask though. He had already bugged Arthur so much.

“There’s something on your mind,” Arthur noted, “Out with it.”

Matthew tensed. His eyes drifted to his feet. “Um…C-Can…Can…Can I…sleep with you?”

Arthur smiled gently, collecting Matthew into his arms. “Of course dear. As long as you agree to talk to me about that sight of yours in the morning.”

“Okay.”

They settled under the covers, Arthur ensuring Matthew was wrapped up nice and tight so the chill of the night couldn’t dig into them. “Comfy and cozy?” Arthur asked, laying down beside him.

“Mhm.” Matthew’s eyes were already starting to close.

Arthur carded a hand through Matthew’s hair. “Good. Sleep well, love.”

“Night…Daddy…” The words were heavy on Matthew's tongue but it felt right.

Arthur’s breath hitched, grip tightening for a moment. Just as Matthew drifted off, Arthur placed a kiss on his forehead and pulled him against his chest. Matthew happily snuggled up for a good night's sleep, knowing as long as Arthur--his dad--was there, he would be okay.

Info About the Folklore Used The first is obviously fairies

The second folklore creature Matthew met is The Sea Goddess of Inuit folklore. You can learn more about her here: http://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/the-goddess-of-the-sea-the-story-of-sedna

And the third folklore creature I took some liberties with. It’s somewhat based on loup-garou (French/French-Canadian version of a werewolf, though some stories depict them as changing into other animals instead of a wolf), but they didn’t exactly fit the scene I wanted to depict them in so I decided to make up a creature but base it off an already existing creature.

#hetalia #royal red bros #hws england #hws canada #hurt/comfort #magical creatures #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing

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siriannatan · 9 months

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What if dragons hibernate? - ScfWhip

The title is just the idea that got me to write this. What of fWhip gest sleep when he's cold?

Scott had hard time paying any attention to Katherine's chatter about whatever problem she had with Pearl's fields. All his attention was on fWhip, sitting on his right, and slowly dozing off. He never noticed something like that before their seating arrangements changed - temporarily since they wer in Rivendell despite Katherine leading the meeting - and the count was not between his siblings but between Scott and Gem.

His twin sister of course didn't pay much attention to her brother. Paying full attention to the boring chatter. Scott was glad his neighbours had hard time accessing his empire and therefore little trouble with him. It made being neutral very easy.

But as Scott side eyed fWhip dozing off he remembered Pearl was one of his cherished allies. Shouldn't he pay some attention when someone has trouble with her? Another thing he noticed was that fWhip was even more bundled up than usually. And his usual were at least three layers of warm looking clothes.

His usual shirt was replaced by one that looked eve warmer and hidden under a new layer of thick knit sweater. His overcoat was now a warm practically winter coat. Longer, thicker, with fluffy lining. His scarf seemed to be replaced by a different, longer but still red one. And his googles were nowhere on him.

And he kept his tail and wings closer to himself. Usually he'd be taking as much space as possible with them. Now he was using his wings as weird portable blanket and constantly almost tripping on his tail. Holding onto his allies sleeves the few few times Scott saw him walking today. And constantly yawning.

He's never seen fWhip look so tired and not at all tired at once. It was almost cute. Almost. Too bad he knew the explosion gremlin the count actual was under all that.

He was about to ask if fWhip's okay when he felt something warm on his shoulder. fWhip was leaning on him and using him as a pillow. It did not look at all comfortable. And fWhip's horns were dangerously close to poking him.

In a bit of panic he glanced around the table. Aside from some amused, poorly concealed smiles there was no reaction to fWhip just falling asleep. Not even from Gem but she was at least nice enough to shot him and apologetic if tense smile.

Scott was fully aware he was new in the company, deciding to open his empire for the first time in hundreds of years rather recently. But this was a bit much. What was he supposed to do about a half-dragon using him as a pillow? Push him off? With a silent breath Scott did. fWhip barely reacted.

And not even five minutes later was back on Scott's shoulder. He tried it two more time, each to no avail so he just let the count be for the reminder of the meeting. That Scott was technically hosting even if Katherine was leading it. Something about her palace having pixie problems. His only hope was WRA taking their leader home when it ended.

They did not. "I'm very sorry about him," at least Gem decided to apologise. "It's impossible to wake him up when he's like that," oh, and an explanation, how generous. "fWhip can explain it better, all I know is that he doesn't like being cold."

But as annoyed as Scott was he was not about to kick fWhip out when he can barely function. And why lean on Scott if cold makes him sleepy? Having an affinity for ice magic he always ran a bit cold... "He can stay since I don't see him coursing trouble when like this," Scott shrugged and the wizard queen left, after another round of apologies.

And Scott was all alone with a cute sleeping half-dragon half-nuisance. And no idea what to do now. Maybe moving somewhere warm? And more comfortable... The way fWhip bend to rest on Scott did not look like a good position for one's spine. So with some difficulty he moved him the one of his smaller reading rooms. Ordering roaring fire and tea and snacks to be ready.

He had all intention of leaving fWhip alone to finish his nap but as he carried him the count grabbed his jacket and was refusing to let go and no amount of trying to pry it out his hands worked and the way he was holding onto it made it impossible to take off. So with a defeated sigh Scott stayed fWhip's pillow. Ordering his current paperwork stack to be brought in so he has something to do.

fWhip woke up still sleepy. A normal thing when cold was involved. In contrast to popular opinions non ice/snow dragons were not good with cold. fWhip for example got terribly sleepy when cold. So he really bundled up for the meeting in Rivendell...

Speaking of. It was suspiciously quiet when he woke up so he slowly forced his eyes open. He was no longer in Scott's freezing cold meeting room but in what looked like a small sitting room with a whole wall of bookshelves and a roaring fireplace. Cuddled up to something cold and breathing...

Upon that realisation he yelped and jumped back. He was cuddling up to the ice king of the elves. Mr handsome himself, Scott S. Major. Talk about making a good impression. He was lucky he wasn't an ice statue. "I am so sorry," fWhip instantly stood up.

Bad move after a long nap. He almost fell on the coffee table that was almost bending under all the snacks and papers on it. But he didn't...

To add to his shame Scott caught him and pulled him down to the couch. "It's okay, calm down," Scott rolled his eyes but a slight smirk was tugging at his lips. "But could you explain what made you so sleepy? Gem said something about you not handlin cold well," lucky for fWhip he didn't seem to annoyed. And good Sheep, fWhip better not be why his clothes were so rumpled in places.

"I'm part fire dragon so cold makes me sleepy. I'm once again very sorry for..." He started apologising again. Trying to come up with a polite way to excuse himself. Why must his brain stop working when Scott's involved?

"It's all okay, I'll now know for the future to better warm my meeting hall," Scott stopped him with a raised hand and a smile. "And it was a much more enjoyable to work on all that here than behind my desk," he added, pointing to the stack of papers.

"Oh..." Scott let out before yawning again. Why is he still so damn tired... Oh right, he stayed up late like four days in a row to work on his mansion's hearing in preparation for winter.

"You're welcome to stay the night, it is rather late by now," Scott offered in his endless, handsome, kindness.

So fWhip had dinner with Scott. Offering help with blowing up anything Scott wants blown up in exchange for his hospitality. Scott did say something about some tunnel, so fWhip was relieved something good would come out his blunder.

Elven food was very tasty. And the dessert almost as big part of it as the main. Now that he thought about it, Scott always had something tasty and sweet near him. It was rather cute considering his cold, calm and collected exterior that he liked sweets so much.

After the meal fWhip was showed to a guest room. With fire already roaring and warm change of clothes. And a plate of cookies. Scott was an excellent host. A warm bath was also available so fWhip took a very nice one.

Several hours later he could not for the life of him sleep. He was fed and warm despite the fire dying not too long ago. And damn tired but his dumb dragon brain was constantly bringing up images of Scott smiling with all his stupid jewelry nicely reflecting fire and... Scott was damn pleasant to cuddle and fWhip damn touch starved. Dragons were shockingly clingy when they found the one to be clingy about. And his dumb brain imprinted on Scott...

"Maybe a walk will help," fWhip huffed. The castle was bound to be cold. Maybe if he cooled down he'd finally sleep again.

So he grabbed his scarf, and went to explore a bit, hoping he'd not run into any guards. Not that a short walk should get him into any trouble if he did.

The empty halls were indeed cooler than his room. It was quite exciting to sneak about a little through the dark corridors, past massive doors. At least until he spotted light under one.

Should he check it? He wondered, looking about. No guards. Before he could make up his mind out walked Scott. His hair loose and not tied into his braid. In what had to be his sleep clothes and a fluffy robe. Candle floating by him and absolutely shocked to see fWhip.

"Everything okay?" The elf was first to speak. Why must he always be so good looking? Even right before going to bed.

"Had some trouble sleeping..." fWhip admitted, all the images of Scott holding him back in his mind. "So I decided to have a short walk to maybe cool down," he rambled with nervous chuckle. "Your castle's really beautiful..." He could not stop rambling and Scott was not stopping him. He should stop before he says something dumb. "Not as beautiful as you though..." And here it is, fWhip was ready to run back home. Cold and dark be damned. Why can't he control his dumb mouth?

He quickly mumbled out an apology and turned to leave but a cold hand around his wrist stopped him. "Did you mean it?" Scott's voice was tense as he asked. With a hint of something fWhip would not dare name.

"Of course I do...". fWhip sighed. Ready to be an ice statue. Or at the every least forever hated by Scott.

"I'm sorry then," Scott said and fWhip had no chance to ask what for.

He was turned around. Both of Scott's hand son his face guiding him into a better angle. All voice dying in his throat as Scott's cold lips connected with his.

Scott was kissing him.

As soon as the realisation hit fWhip kissed back. Hands instinctively grabbing at elves robes, pulling him closer. At some point his back hit a cold wall and he could swear his feet were few inches off the ground. The thought that Scott could so easily pick him up was very attractive.

"We should move somewhere more..." Scott breathed as they separated for air. Lips mere inches apart.

"Private?" fWhip offered, he had no idea what would happen if anyone caught them like that. If it were Gen she'd kill him but she was in her home, sleeping.

"Comfortable," Scott smirked and fWhip yelped as he was easily picked up. Knowing Scott could pick him was even hotter than the idea itself.

He was quickly carried to Scott's rather chilly but who cared about that bedroom. And...

Scott woke up pleasantly warm and with very pleasant ache all over his body. He did not stop at just kissing fWhip. And regretted none of it even if some marks would be hard for him to hide.

Speaking of the cutely handsome dragon count. He was still asleep. Cuddled up to Scott, wrapping them both in one wing. Absolutely adorable and covered in Scott's own marks.

If only there wasn't a knock on his door just as he was about to wake up his little princess with a kiss. "Yes?" Scott groaned as fWhip started to stir awake.

"Umm... King Sausage of mythland came for his brother but we cannot find count fWhip anywhere..." The poor servant informed as fWhip yawned in the most adorable way.

"Ask him please to wait until breakfast? I can find count fWhip," Scott told him and still gave fWhip his morning kiss.

Unfortunately fWhip did not let them be late for breakfast and left for his empire shortly after. "Come by whenever you have a need for a solid nap," Scott grinned as he waved the two brothers off. He definitely caught fWhip's ears getting a bit red at his comment.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #ScfWhip #gold husbands #golden husbands

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gingericywolf · 2 months

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[Go to start] - Part 3 -

He sailed until he found the entrace to the bay he saw from the valley. A long stretch of seaway cutting right in the middle of the island. He could not see were or if it ended. Once again he hopped on Billy's saddle. It would be useless to keep on with the raft if the seaway didn't cut straight across.

He kept to the right side, nothing too noticeable going on. Classic herbivores, a few rexes, loads of pteranodons.

The weak rexes provided great fighting experience for Billy, downing one after the other. As he flew away after one of these battles a big dust cloud and a loud screch stopped him. Talons of a bird, paws of a lion. Fur and feather mixed in one creature. A Griffin. A swirl of emotions swam inside him, not helped by the dark reds and purples of the creature. He didn't want to think of it now. He didn't want to think of him now. He put a note on the map for the spot and pressed on, one small weight seemingly lifting after it.

Over the next mountain a beautiful scenery surprised him. A big lake surrounded by plains, falling down in waterfalls, in rivers ans another waterfall until it reaced the ocean on the other side. Morellatops and Maewings roaming around under the shade of sparse trees. Not too far a second smaller lake. It seemed like a paradise.

He was about to land when a loud step and a huff made him yank the reins to go back up. The terror of every survivor, a wild Giganotosaurus, had just showed up just under him. One second too late and both him and Billy would have been turned into blood mush.

He landed on a higher area, looking at the fearsome beast whose teeth would cause tremendous bleeding. Very few creatures would survive against it.

But he wanted a closer look to the terrain. See were to possibly build. Place down a sleeping bag just in case. He looked his loyal pteranodon in the eyes, a crazy-possibly suicidal idea coming up. The pteranodon subtly shook his head, not wanting to risk it, but is mind was set.

They flew down, zooming next to the dinosaur.

'Ehy big head! Want to try some chicken wings with a side of scottish tastyness.'

He didn't need to, he definitely didn't need to as the Giga roared just at their sight and started chasing them, billy's frantic flap lf wings the only thing keeping them far away enough from the deadly maws, praying to not run out of stamina.

It was his luck that the Giga got soon distracted by the easier ground preys, making quick work of them.

He circled around, back for the raft, knowing now that the inland stretch was a closed bay and he had to circumnavigate the whole area. It took him hours to get back to the same spot, a sleeping bag ready to place. He admired the view - ignoring the sounds of another Giga munching on the local wildlife- and flew back down over the waterfalls, counting the pros and cons of the area. It was definitely high on his list of places to live in, even with Giga's as neighbours and Rexe's trying to recreate the Land Before Time scene with the Brontos on a cliff.

Going on, he squeezed between the land and edge of the map, stopping as the day started to fade for a quick rest. A bright red argi caugth his attention. It was colored just like a big Ara macaw. He looked up at Bird; the feathered friend looking extremely exhausted by the travelling and the weight of the supplies. A friend would be nice for him.

While in the process of taming the colorful argentavis, a second looking stronger one got close. He ended up taming both and a passing doedicurus after a few hours.

Parrot and... he needed a name for the other one. 3 birds started to be too many to bring around.

He took the saddle off Bird to swap it on the stronger argentavis and finally laid down on his bed, resting.

His mind going back to the rex on the cliff. An high level female, if he could get her with the crazy male he saw early in the day he would be set for life. With a Giga roaming he had to be careful, while a trap started forming in his mind.

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#beyblade #johnny mcgregor #johnny's ark adventures #ark au #ark survival evolved #ark se #ase #ark lost island #giw writes #giw sketches #implied johnny/ralph

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enchantcdstories · 1 year

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Topolino

Word count: 1198 Summary: Copia gets to try his hand out at comforting his niece after hearing her cry late one night. AO3 link

Idea based on both @/transmascemail’s art (@bitterconfusion on tumblr) and @/PAPAEMERITUSIl ‘s idea on twitter (https://twitter.com/PAPAEMERITUSIl/status/1601070083056742400)

(https://twitter.com/transmascemail/status/1601683206885224448)

Babies weren’t a rare sight around the ministry. Be it families that had been started before moving into the old building, or families that had started in the very halls everyone in the Ghost Project called home, there was always some indication of a baby in the unholy house.

Copia never really paid much attention to them, always busy with his own cardinal work or whatever else the ministry needed help with. It wasn’t his duty to watch over the clergy’s young ones. He would stop and say hello to the babies if he passed them in the hall, wrapped safely in their parents or caretaker’s arms, but he never did much more than that.

It had been a long night, full of paperwork and transporting various books across the cold, empty hallways. It was tasking, tedious work, but it kept Copia’s mind at ease that he was indeed a part of the project. Sighing, Copia gently pushed the door to his apartment open, stretching his back as he shut it behind him. Another day done, and now he could gratefully fall into his bed for the night.

Slipping out of his cassock, Copia changed into his track suit– something comfy and cozy he could fall asleep in. He was looking forward to sleeping more than anything, his old joints exhausted. A grunt and he was laid in bed, the sound of nothing but his lava lamp humming through the empty room. The warmth of his blankets enveloping him in warmth and softness. He’d be asleep in no time, he thought, his brain giving into the long awaited sleep–

Only for the shrill sound of a baby crying to snap him right back to the waking world.

It was a usual cry than the typical ones he had heard in his time at the Ministry. Something about this cry was different, lonelier. It also certainly coming from a different wing of the old church-like building; One that was reserved for only the Emeritus family. Sighing, Copia swung his legs off the side of the bed and slowly sat up, grunting with a small effort. The crying continued, and Copia wondered why one of the siblings wasn’t coming to the child’s aid. Everyone couldn’t be busy enough to ignore the cries, could they?

Putting one foot in front of the other, Copia pulled his door open and winced– the sound of the baby shrieking only getting louder. What a wonderful way to finish a day, he thought. Still, curiosity made him bite the inside of his cheek, wondering what was going on that he wasn’t allowed to get a good night's sleep. The crying got louder the more Copia walked towards a familiar hallway and door: Terzo’s door.

It was the room that Terzo shared with his partner on most nights, one that had welcomed a new family member– his niece. Now Copia’s interest peaked even more, considering that it was partially his own blood crying on the other side of the door. Was Terzo’s partner not attending to the child? Was something wrong? Panic chilled his blood slightly as he raised a gloved hand to rap at the door, looking up and down the empty hallways for any signs of someone else coming to peek their heads at the noise. When no one answered the door, nor came to his aid to see what was going on, Copia gently reached for the door handle and turned it. It unlocked, of course – no one having the real need to really lock doors in this place other than for the most intimate times – and swung open quietly.

Copia could see the problem near instantly. Terzo’s partner, who looked positively exhausted, had passed out cold– snuggled up under blankets just as Copia had been a few minutes prior. Even the sound of the baby couldn’t wake them up, it seemed. Copia turned his attention to the crying, now shrill and banging in his ears. Maybe their parent was used to the sound by now, but he certainly wasn’t. There, lying in a cot in the next room over, was his niece, looking rather displeased as tears streamed down her face.

“Eh, why the tears, bambina?” Copia cooed, looking behind him to make sure he didn’t wake the sleeping body in the next room. He wasn’t sure what to do, if he was honest. He hadn’t even held the child yet, let alone any child. She showed no signs of stopping, despite looking right up at him. Copia waved his hands above the child, fingers wiggling as he made shooshing noises.

“Easy there, little one…” He sounded unsure, as if he was guessing on what to say to a crying baby. “Mustn’t wake your parent, see?” Copia threw a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing softly. He kept his voice just above a whisper, both for the child’s sake and the parents sake. Copia looked back down to the child, his eyes soft and suddenly empathetic. The child certainly missed her parents, he thought. Terzo was out on tour, spreading the word of Ghost via rituals across the world. Perhaps the child could sense he wasn’t there?

“Is that it? You miss your papa?” He said, hands resting on the cot. “That is understandable. I would miss mine as well.” He hummed. Shooting the sleeping body on the couch one last look, Copia reached down to scoop his hands under the baby, gently lifting the wiggling little body up. The baby was cozy, wrapped tightly in her swaddling blankets. The moment the baby was in the air and Copia was gently moving to support its head and body, the crying faded to a soft whimper. The air almost seemed too quiet.

“There we go,” Copia whispered. He really wasn’t sure what he was doing – but it was working. “Uncle Copia has you now, no need for the tears.” The child merely made a squeaking noise in response. Gently, the squeaks and whimpers faded to nothing, merely soft sleeping noises. How long had he been standing there that he hadn’t noticed the baby had fallen asleep? How he wished he could follow suit as well. With the baby settled and the room silent, Copia gently set the child back down into her cot.

“Your papa will be home soon, sweet one, no more tears now. You are an Emeritus, no? You must be brave, Topolino.” He soothed. Copia gave one last look to the sleeping child before gently turning, giving a silent noise as he came face to face with Terzo’s partner, now leaning against the doorway with a smile on their face.

“You have a way with her. I didn’t know this.” They whispered. Copia felt his cheeks redden and he waved a hand, shrugging the situation off.

“It was nothing, you were tired and need the rest.” He shrugged, moving to slip out the door way. Terzo’s partner watched Copia with a tired smile and nodded.

“Thank you, I’ll have to consider you for babysitting duty next time.” They sounded grateful for the extra rest, if a little embarrassed that they needed the help. Copia nodded dutifully.

“For my topolino? Of course.”

#ghost #the band ghost #cardinal copia #cardinal copia and small baby #Terzo #Papa emeritus III

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darkhymns-fic · 1 year

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Being an angel is pretty inconvenient, huh? (Ch. 2)

Lloyd tries to recover from the trauma of his new wings' transformation. But, there was something more important he needed to do.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving Rating: T Word Count: 2292 Mirror Link: AO3 Notes: For Colloyd Week 2023, Day 2: Birthday Present. Very angsty! Warning for description of injuries ahead.

Before all this, Lloyd had been trying to make Colette’s birthday present in secret.

It wasn’t easy to do so during their travels, not unless he stayed up late, making certain that Colette was already fast asleep. His ideas for her present would flit all over the place, changing every night. An animal figurine carved from wood, of one of the many dogs she had befriended on their first journey. Or a bracelet with precious gems inserted within the chain. It could match with the necklace she still wore, hidden beneath her dress to rub against the bands of her key crest.

But with the amount of pain he felt now, Lloyd doubted he could even pick up a whittling knife, let alone make anything.

“Lie still, okay?” he would hear Colette say at times, her touch pressing against the middle of his back. It hurt when she did so, despite how gentle she was. He would then fall beneath the dark waves to find some relief from the pain of his new wings.

These stupid, stupid things.

Lloyd had never really liked his wings in the first place. Always much wider than they needed to be, and when he flew with them, they could almost feel unwieldy, like giant broadswords that he tried to lug around. But it only made him use them more, made him want to get the hang of them. Once the pain of them had gone away, he had rushed headlong into using his wings. Even when Colette had warned him, he still used them for short bursts, for small moments in time. But he always overdid it, like now when he used so much of is mana to grab at the little struggling animal in the water.

Through the haze, he would try to see what his wings had become.

His wings could barely even be called that now, looking almost like skeletal remains. Most of the white feathers on them had fallen off their frame. He could see the jutting bones that stretched high, the sharp angles they made, like some kind of ruined canvas. He hoped that what he saw wasn’t real, that he was just dreaming.

Then he would wake up, and find himself in Colette’s arms, his back so, so heavy.

Around Colette and himself, he would see strips of gauze spread around them like bed sheets. Bits of feathers stuck onto her hands, his feathers, which no longer were of blue filament, but a solid white, dyed pink and gray from both his blood and the river. He felt her lay him carefully, so very carefully on his side so that his wings wouldn’t get in the way of his body.

“How long…” he started, and was already done. He barely had energy for much else.

“Just a few days,” Colette said, and he could hear in her voice that tinge of uneasiness. She was strong, but he could tell she was at her limit with this. “Are you hungry? We have a few gels if that’s all you can swallow.”

“So tired…” he said, then raised his head to her. “…of gels. Too sweet.” Colette always liked the sweeter ones the most.

“Then maybe soup? I made some for Blippy too, and he liked it.” She smiled, and it was like sunshine after a rainstorm. Still, his mind paused.

“Wait…Blippy?”

“Oh! That’s the name of the kitty.” Colette laughed a nervous laugh, the kind she did when she had revealed something she was sure was much too childish. “I thought it fit him.”

Lloyd tried to turn and find the shape of Blippy, and right there, by Colette’s knee, the animal looking up at him with soft and golden eyes.

“Heh…Blippy…cute…” And just like that, he passed out again, but easier this time. Not in a mess of feathers and blood, but with a tenderness around him, where the edge of promised pain was still a distance away now.

He kept thinking about the time that passed. Had it been a few days? A week?

Maybe he still had time to make the present. Colette’s birthday was just after the start of spring, when the cloud patterns of the sky changed more frequently, when the flowers by his bedside would finally start to bloom after a dry winter.

All he had to do was heal faster. And wasn’t that an odd thing about angels that Kratos had mentioned before?

“Like Exspheres, Cruxis Crystals shape our mana to do things beyond what our bodies are normally capable of. They can make us stronger or faster. They can even make it easier for us to recover with the aid of healing artes.” He couldn’t remember when this was said—maybe when he had been staying at Dirk’s home. But the words floated to him in sleep, half-convinced Kratos was there by his side again along with Noishe, who always whined for the man’s pets.

“But with Cruxis Crystals, they help use the power of flight by forming wings, and we can stop our bodies’ biological clock to never age, or need sleep, or even need food. We can also heal most major wounds, for the most part, all on our own.” And here, there would be a small chuckle, and maybe Lloyd remembered that the most, because it was something Kratos rarely ever did. “So my wound from your blade must have been serious indeed.”

With his injuries, anyone else would have gone to find a healer, perhaps in one of the villages they had passed through. Lloyd couldn’t see it, but he knew how his back must have burst open to accommodate the new wings that were made of cartilage and bone instead of mana. How his shoulders must have shifted to adapt to it. How his tendons must have snapped.

But Colette said the only thing that would be left was scars, if even that.

“It’s our Exspheres, isn’t it?” Colette had murmured, as she once again shifted him to be more comfortable, hands just out of reach of his wings, in case any small touch would send him shivering. She had no idea how her words echoed another. “If we didn’t have these, then…”

Then he wouldn’t have had these wings in the first place.

Maybe this was the consequence of using his more and beyond what he should have done. Once, he had wanted to throw his Exsphere away, but someone precious had died for it. In the end, he just wanted to keep one part of his original family close, while another was so impossibly far away. It was pure selfishness.

No matter what, these wings were here to stay.

If Lloyd guessed right, they had camped at this spot for over a week by now. Down near the river where the kitten had almost drowned, by the smattering of trees where apples hung from their branches, where sometimes he saw Colette reach up for, doing the best she could without tripping in the attempt. Occasionally, there was sun, more felt than seen, heating up bare skin as Colette would help nurse any hurt away. It was hard to tell time, with the way he kept slipping in and out of consciousness like this.

Lloyd always left his projects until the last minute, no matter what it was. He had done sketches of Colette’s possible bracelet, had experimented with different animal poses in his whittling, to see what would stick. And now he could barely see straight, could barely even move his hands to grasp at anything at all. All that he felt pride in doing had everything to do with his hands, but the pain from his back spread throughout his body like poison, making his fingers stiffen, making his palms feel as if they were on fire.

He didn’t want Colette’s birthday to be full of worry and fear, to be full of work to heal his broken body and wings, to watch over him in this same spot in the wilderness, so far away from civilization. He had to heal faster, yet why did he feel he could barely move still, even now?

Every time his eyes opened, he could already feel them, weighing him down, loose feathers powdering the grass beneath him. And then he’d shut them again, more tired than he had ever felt in…forever. Eventually, the pain faded. Slightly, just slightly.

At one point, he heard a soft sound in the corner.

“Ah, Blippy! Not so loud, shh…” Lloyd shifted, blinking his eyes open, slow in every motion. Huh…Blippy?

Oh, that’s right. She had named the kitten. She was always so good with names…

He tried to see where it was, but all he saw at the edge of his vision was a wingtip, white and no longer stained. He focused on Colette then, as much as he could.

“How are you feeding him?” he asked, his voice feeling hoarse, scratching against his throat. The same way his wings scratched against the bone inside him. Stop, stop.

Colette, thankfully, was near him. She sidled even closer, pushing a lock of blonde hair over her ear. “We still have some of Noishe’s food in our packs. I guess we forgot to give it back to Dirk when we dropped him off at your house. But, Blippy seems to like it.”

Lloyd smiled, and it didn’t take as much effort to do so as he worried. Not like with every other part of his body. “Heh… that’s good thinking, Colette…”

The wind blew, making Lloyd shiver. It felt colder for some reason…

Lloyd looked down, realizing just then that he was shirtless. That made a lot more sense now. How long had he been that way?

He snuck a quick glance towards Colette, who just then looked nervous, here and there. “Hm?”

“Ah… I’m sorry, Lloyd. I’m really sorry!”

Her habit of apologies lifted Lloyd from out of the fatigue (and the guilt, and the frustration and so much else) he had been stuck in for too many days straight. Somehow, he got himself to sit up, though not without struggle, not without his legs feeling like they were on pins and needles. At least, maybe he had stopped bleeding now. “What is it? I don’t get why you’re saying sorry…”

Shouldn’t he be the one to say that instead?

Biting her lip, Colette reached over to the side and then, with all the guilt she carried in the entire world, brought out something red and neatly folded. It took Lloyd a moment to realize what it was.

“When…your wings changed, you still had on your jacket and shirt, so…” Her fingers brushed against the fabric with care, tracing the twin rips across the back of his red jacket. They were like gashes, as if someone had taken a knife and tore straight through it. “I don’t know how to mend clothes like Sheena… But, maybe Dirk can fix it later? When we go back… I’m sorry.”

Lloyd stared for just a bit longer. With her being near, he just couldn’t help himself, and laid his head on Colette’s shoulder, hair brushing against her cheek.

“Dork…you know I have a dozen of these, right?”

Yet he knew there was more to it than just the ruined jacket. Colette’s fingers ran across that fabric so tenderly. The last time she did that was when he had lent her one of his own.

“It’s not just that…” Colette said, still looking away. But her voice was near, soft and thrumming down his spine with warmth. “They were…so stuck to your wings, too. I tried so hard to remove them, but… I know it hurt. I know I was hurting you.” She clung the jacket closer, as if she was about to embrace it then. “Sometimes you screamed, and I didn’t know what to do. But I also couldn’t leave it like that on you…”

The wings on his back still felt so raw.

Lloyd’s hands could barely make any motion to move, wanting to hold her badly. So he left them where they were, half-folded on the ground. But he wished he had more strength to hug Colette close, to reach for her hands and feel her skin against his fingertips.

“I can barely remember that,” he admitted. “I wish I could, then I could have told you then that it was fine. I’m sorry I left you alone.”

Colette still looked down at the jacket. “Lloyd…”

He was getting sleepy again. He pressed his forehead against her cheek, trying his best to stay awake, but already failing. “I’ll make it up to you…for your birthday…I really will…”

Maybe a hairpin, with the engraving of a flower, since she hadn’t been allowed to wear those when she was a Chosen. It sounded nice to him, if he could just get his hands to work.

“Ah, it’s okay. Maybe next year?” Colette turned to him, smiling, one hand reaching to gently press a hand to his cheek. “Here, you shouldn’t fall, just in case.”

Lloyd vaguely shook his head. “No, we still have time…before your birthday next month…” Less weeks to go, but he could still finish something. All he had to do was make his hands move.

But he saw the expression pass Colette’s face—briefly, with a tinge of melancholy. She tried to smile it away, but he already guessed. The air felt warmer. The flowers that gathered at the base of nearby trees were in full bloom.

Oh, he thought just then. I missed it.

He fell asleep again, as his hands and back continued to ache, as his wings felt overwhelming above him.

He really did have the worst memory.

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Hello, everyone! Here is my story from the recent whump anthology for those who can't purchase. Hope you enjoy!

Rated: mature

Warnings: lady whump, graphic depictions of violence, blood

Word Count: 1,777

Summary: Anaria has been kept captive by Hakur for months, but she finally breaks free in the middle of the night.

Free! She was free!

After long hours of work and tugging, Anaria had managed to get the bars off of her window. She'd then used an iron candlestick to break the glass.

And she'd jumped out.

She'd been situated up high in the keep, and at first she was deathly afraid that her wings wouldn't work for her, that the muscles had atrophied after so long without use. But maybe landing on the ground and breaking her neck would be better than staying with Hakur.

Her wings picked up the current of air beneath her, and she swooped up into the sky, breathing hard. The ground had been rushing up at her, but now it was below her, and the air held her in its gentle, secure embrace. Her wings remembered what to do for her, remembered when exactly to flap and how.

She was quiet as she could be about the whole escape, even though she wanted to whoop for joy. It was night time, so she wouldn't be spotted easily, and she managed to fly over the wall of the keep without alerting anyone.

Or so she thought.

That thought didn't last long though, because suddenly she heard a whistling noise, and she looked back and down just in time to dodge the arrows sent at her. It made the muscles in her wings and shoulders ache.

Dammit!

Anaria kept flying, flapping her wings, urging herself to speed up. And she did. She shot off into the night.

But not before an arrow grazed her left shin. She yelled at the sudden fire that ripped across her leg, faltered in her flying, but kept going. She had to keep going.

It wasn't long before she had to land. She took refuge in the nearby forest that she'd seen from her barred window so many times, landing on a large tree branch, bending her knees so that her ankles wouldn't take the brunt of her weight and snap.

She didn't land softly, not like she'd wanted to, not like she'd been able to do before. She stumbled, fell onto her knees on the branch, nearly falling off. She clutched it tight with her arms, breathing hard.

Anaria wanted to celebrate, but she wasn't in the clear yet. The guards had seen her, and Hakur would be alerted to her escape. Oh gods... Hakur... What would he do to her if he caught her again?

Once again, Anaria tugged at the collar around her neck. She was always tugging at it, but it wouldn't come off, wouldn't budge. She wanted desperately to be able to use her magic. At least then it would be more of a fair fight. The collar kept her magic from her though, like something she could almost reach but wasn't close enough.

Anaria slowly positioned herself on the branch so that she was sitting, and tried to take a look at her leg in the dark. She couldn't see much of the wound at all, and she put a hand to it, her fingers coming away stained dark with blood. She winced at her own touch. The wound didn't feel deep, but she'd have to take care of it later.

Her rest was over. She couldn't just sit here, despite how tired her wings already were from lack of use. Walking would be a bad idea, as that would leave a trail for her captors to follow.

Taking a deep breath, Anaria stood, readied her wings, and took off into the sky.

---

Dawn crept through the sky like leaking blood, the horizon stained red. Anaria could see it through the trees.

She'd been flying most of the night, and had landed in another tree, trying to keep away from the ground. She'd stopped bleeding, but she still didn't want to give Hakur and his men an easy way to track her.

Exhausted, Anaria leaned her back against the tree. She took a look at her wound. It burned, but she didn't think it was that deep. That was good at least.

She rested her head back against the tree, closed her eyes. She'd just rest for a moment. Only a moment.

---

Anaria woke to voices, yelling, the trampling of undergrowth. Her eyes flew open and she shot up from her position. The sky was a clear cerulean, and the sun was high overhead.

She'd slept for much longer than she'd intended to.

She looked down, and found an awful truth, dread falling like a stone into her stomach.

She was surrounded. Men on horses circled the tree, arrows pointed at her, bows drawn tight. And on a white horse coming closer, was Hakur. His face was hard with anger, an expression Anaria knew well.

Anaria swept her black, tangled hair away from her eyes, and crouched on the tree branch, prepared to take off.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Hakur said, voice clear in the afternoon. The birds had gone silent, almost as if they knew something bad was going to happen.

"Why not?" Anaria asked, trying to keep her tone fierce.

"Because my men will not hesitate to shoot you," Hakur answered. "They've had a long few hours. They're tired, hungry, angry. They'd be happy to put an arrow in you."

"I thought you didn't want me dead."

"Arrow wounds don't always kill," Hakur answered, narrowing his eyes. "Now, come down from there, and you don't have to get hurt."

"You're lying," Anaria accused. How couldn't he be? Hakur was all about causing her pain.

"Perhaps," Hakur said. "But your punishment will be lessened if you come without a fight."

Anaria seriously pondered it. Hakur was frightening, knew ways to hurt her that were unimaginable. The scars on her back twinged, and her brand itched and burned. He'd tortured her, and he would happily do so again. But if she went down to him, maybe it wouldn't be as bad as if she resisted.

There was something inside her that just couldn't go to him though, a spark of defiance that she'd somehow kept alive throughout all this.

Without a word, she took off into the air.

Arrows whizzed past her, but one hit its mark. Her right wing. She screamed, flailing her arms as she began to fall. She crashed hard into the forest floor, something in her body snapping with the landing. Was that her collarbone? She couldn't breathe, the pain taking her air away. Her vision grew fuzzy, and it was a long while before she realized what was happening.

The arrow had gone right through her wing, was sticking out both sides of it. And yes, her collarbone was broken, maybe her shoulder too. It took a few moments for her to realize that she was gasping and sobbing through the pain, through the dread and horror.

She wasn't free.

She hadn't made it.

Hakur dismounted, strode over to her. He crouched by her, grabbing her by the hair, using the hold to painfully yank her head up.

"I told you they'd shoot," Hakur said.

Anaria couldn't find words. It was like they'd disappeared from her brain and been replaced with agony and terror.

Hakur stroked her injured wing with his other hand, nearing the shaft of the arrow, nearing all the blood that stained her beautiful white feathers. Anaria could find words now, the only words that mattered.

"No, no, no!"

He didn't listen to her. He took ahold of the arrow, and pulled hard.

Anaria fainted in his grasp.

---

Anaria knew she was back in Hakur's keep without even opening her eyes. She recognized the feel of the mattress beneath her, recognized the smell of her room.

She remembered the pain, fainting. The pain was still there, sharp as ever, and she was crying before she even opened her eyes. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to show weakness.

There was another presence in the room. She knew it well, sensed the danger and foreboding energy around him.

"Don't cry, princess," Hakur said. "You knew what you were getting into."

Anaria opened her eyes. She was on her back, wings spread out to either side. Her shoulder and collarbone were bandaged tightly, as was her wing. She didn't want to move.

Usually there would be light coming in from the window, the bars casting shadows, but now, the window had been boarded up, and the only light came from candles lit around the room. There were still some pieces of broken glass on the rug.

Hakur stood from where he sat at the table, came over to the bed. He stood above her, his height oppressive. He reached out to touch her, but then changed his mind, folding his hands behind his back.

That was odd, Anaria thought. Usually Hakur didn't hesitate to touch her.

Anaria clamped her jaw tight, unsure of what to say to him. Her lower lip trembled, and there was an awful ache in her throat.

"Lucky for you, I think you've been punished enough for your escape," Hakur told her. "Broken shoulder and collarbone, and an arrow through your wing." He smiled, showing his teeth. "What delicious anguish for you."

"Q-quit gloating," Anaria managed to get out. Despite what had happened, there was still that spark, that bit of defiance, of rebellion.

"I will do as I wish," Hakur said, dismissing her words with a wave of his hand. "Now, I want to know: how did you manage to get the bars off your window?"

"Determination," Anaria told him. She wiped at her face with the sleeve of her tunic. She was in the same clothes she'd escaped in, and she only just now felt the bandage on her shin.

"Or was it fear?" Hakur questioned. "Fear of me?"

Anaria glared at him. "You know how I feel about you."

"Yes, I do," Hakur responded with a nod. He shook his head, laughed. "So futile, princess. Here we are, back at playing this game."

Anaria wanted to scream at him, throw something, tell him this wasn't a game. She wasn't some toy to be played with.

But that's how he saw her. That's how he'd seen her since he'd first captured her and cut off her feathers. She feared he would do that again, now that she'd tried to escape.

Instead of saying anything, Anaria scowled at him.

Hakur laughed. "I plan on getting rid of that spark, princess," he said. He began leaving the room, and Anaria was grateful for that, even as his words scared her. "I'm going to snuff it out."

The door closed and locked behind him.

She was trapped.

Again.

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