#inside joke with people? genuinely want to bring it back? for giggles? typing quirk?

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: A Hoarding Problem.

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Yandere!Touya/Reader (Boku No Hero Academia).

Word Count: 2.5k

Synopsis: Todoroki Touya has a problem, and he’s not sure he wants to fix it.

TW: Hero AU, Minor Spoilers, Kidnapping, Mutual Extortion, Emotional Manipulation, Slight Gaslighting, Bondage, Implied Infantilization, Mention of Sedatives (No Actual Use), and Themes of Poverty. 

Todoroki Touya had a problem.

He had a lot of problems, technically. His secretary always managed to schedule the most important meetings at the least convenient times, his coffee never seemed hot enough but always burnt his tongue, and despite his fame and wealth and strange, cult-like popularity, the only thing journalists ever seemed to want to talk about was his father, why Touya didn’t inherit the ‘Endeavour’ title, how long it’d take him to live up to all those stacking, swelling expectations. He had a lot of problems, dozens, hundreds. He had a lot. Everyone did, but Touya didn’t have to deal with everyone else’s.

He just had to deal with you.

You were one of those concentrated types, your smile always a little too personal and your stare always a little too intense, like you were trying to see how much his organs would go for on the black-market before you bothered to cut him open. You were put together, too, and if he hadn’t taken the liberty of following you home so many times, he never would’ve guessed you were staying at some cheap, back-alley motel, the kind meant for people who just wanted to be anywhere but the place they used to be. A run-away, he’d guessed, at first, but you were too old for that, and you were too good at pretending you weren’t living out of the suitcase Touya was starting to get tired of rummaging through. Maybe you were a petty criminal, a villain too minor to be on his radar - he didn’t know, and he really wasn’t interested in finding out. All that mattered to him was that he’d met you, decided he liked you, and hadn’t been able to think about much else since. It was an issue, really, and it was starting to get in the way of his work. It was starting to get in the way of everything.

But, he’d had this kind of problem before. He knew what to do. He knew how to handle it.

You seemed to want to be handled, too.

You were laughing, again, but he wasn’t really sure why. It might’ve been something he said, your own little joke, but he didn’t mind the sound, all bells and wind chimes and a practiced ease that threatened to divert his focus, as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. You were slumped in the passenger seat, and if he checked, he was sure you’d be looking out the window, counting turns, memorizing street names, doing what little you could to track the convoluted, darkened route he’d been sure to plan out days ago. You’d come willingly, but you wanted to make sure you’d be able to find your way back without his help. For his own sake, Touya pretended you were just being cautious. 

“I didn’t expect a Hero to live so far from the city.” Your voice was just as light, just a notch more confident than it had been at the convenience store you both frequented, the one you’d been working at when he stumbled in, closer to sunrise than sunset and ready to fall in love with the first person who smiled at him. The job hadn’t lasted, but Touya couldn’t think of a reason to mourn the loss. You wouldn’t have been desperate enough to take him up on his offer, if you still had a steady income. “Didn’t mark you down as one of those ‘cabin in the woods’ types, either. I’m not going to find, like, a box of dismembered body parts or anything, right?” 

“Obviously,” He scoffed, his tone just playful enough to be disarming. “I try to keep my victims in one piece. Hackjobs aren’t as satisfying as you’d think.”

That earned a jab to his side, an offended ‘my hackjob would be’, but you lost interest in the exchange as soon as he reached the driveway, coming to a stop in front of that sprawling, climbing villa, three stories of concrete and glass, a stark contrast from the forest that surrounded it. You took a moment to take it in, scanning over the building, a predator evaluating its docile prey. When you turned towards Touya, your smile was just a little wider, your expression just a little brighter. “I really can’t thank you enough,” You went on, your tone so sentimental, Touya could almost ignore the hollowness behind it. “You sure you’re alright with this? My last place fell through, but I’m sure I’ll be able to find somewhere else to--”

“Don’t worry about that. All this is curtesy of the Hero Commission, and they don’t keep track of who comes ang goes.” Touya didn’t wait for you to finish, he didn’t have to, even if he did let himself enjoy your faux-gratitude as he undid his seatbelt. “Besides, it’s my job, right? I wouldn't want to find out you went and got yourself hurt because I couldn’t be bothered to clean out my guest room.” There was a slight pause, a short hesitation. You flinched when he raised his hand, but you didn’t pull away as he cupped your cheek, only learning into his warm palm. “Besides, I can’t say I’d mind a little company, all alone out here.”

In his defense, he wasn’t going to kiss you. Really, he wasn’t that mean, but he didn’t have a chance to refuse, not before your lips were on his, your hands in his hair, all sudden passion and over-eager excitement. He was stunned, at first, but Touya recovered quickly. Biting back a smirk, he leaned into the gesture, slinging an arm around your hip, tilting your head back and doing whatever he could to bring you close, to keep you close, just like he’d been dying to for months, now. He could feel you stifle a laugh, moving to pull away, but Touya only drifted to your neck, nipping at the edge of your jaw before he found your jugular, aiming for the sensitive area just above it. You only chuckled, blunt nails running over his scalp. “And I thought I was the needy one,” You chided, half-hearted pushing at his chest. “It’s cold out here, Todoroki. At least take me inside first.” 

Right. Of course. He got carried away.

He almost forgot why you were actually here.

He didn’t let you go. He didn’t want to, so he didn’t bother trying, pulling you over the center console in one swift motion, leaving you in his lap, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder and an arm under your thighs, supporting your weight as he jerkily kicked open the door, letting you duck your head and giggle, always giggling, always trying to pretend to be meek and harmless and innocent. He wondered if you’d stop, eventually, if you’d drop the act once he decided both of you should show your true colors. He’d be lying if he said he hated the idea of choking it out of you. 

The front door wasn’t locked. He didn’t bother, not with his profession, not when he knew he’d be coming home with you, tonight. If you noticed, you didn’t seem to mind, focusing on locking your ankles behind his back, on swallowing down that small, pained groan as he slammed your back into the nearest wall of his darkened villa just a little too hard, pretending not to notice as your smile wavered in the minimal light. “I don’t think this counts as protecting the--” 

You were cut off by a loud thud, metallic and hollow, like someone hitting drywall with a baseball bat. You paused, for a second, your gaze flickering to the space behind him, but he was quick to kiss your cheek, to bring your attention back to where it should be, on him. “‘s just my roommate,” He mumbled, hoping you’d be too used to the excuse to linger on it. “Don’t pay it too much mind. He’s probably just fucking around.” 

This time, your smile dropped completely. “The Hero Commission... lets you have a roommate?” 

He caught his mistake a second too late. He opened his mouth, ready to explain, but another noise interrupted him, a rattling this time, followed by another deafening, irritating thud. He grit his teeth, but you only stiffened, your next shove to his chest a little more insistent than the last. “He might be hurt,” You started, the concern in your voice more genuine than it’d been all night. “We should check on him, that sounds--” 

“It’ll be fine.” He spoke a little too quickly, a little too aggressively. Instantly, your eyes widened, your entire body going tense against his, and Touya had to fight not to lose his composure completely. It was too soon. It was too early. He wanted to be sweet. He didn’t want to be mean, not with you. “Just ignore it, sweetheart, it’s not important. You’re here for me, right? The brat shouldn’t--” 

It was a slip-up. A petname so common, he hardly noticed he’d said it until you were scrambling, writhing, digging your nails into his biceps deep enough to break the skin, forcing him to let you go out reflex alone. You barely managed to catch yourself, but you stayed on your feet, shoving past Touya while he was still hissing out curses, clutching at bleeding wounds and broken scars. There was another thud, and you moved to sprint in the direction it’d come from, but he was a Hero, he was trained for this. You were on the ground before you could take a step, Touya straddling your stomach, his hands around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, though, he didn’t want to strangle you. He was going to be patient. This was going to be different. “Just behave,” He growled, fighting to hold onto the last threads of his restraint. “It’s not important. I’m important, and that’s all you have to care about. That’s all you’re ever going to care about, from now on.”

You didn’t hesitate. As soon as he finished, you were jerking forward, your forehead colliding with his and forcing a ragged scream from both of you. He’d give you credit for that. Villains and Heroes fought with quirks, specialized weapons, tactics and strategies and purpose. This was blunt. This was thoughtless. It was impulsive, and it was stupid, and it worked, letting you push him away as he recoiled, suddenly too focused on his pounding skull to care about what you might find. It wouldn’t matter, anyway. None of your little tantrums would.

He’d find you, eventually. After that, the results would be the same.

That might’ve been why Touya took his time, pushing himself to his feet slowly, following the sound of your footsteps before they abruptly stopped. He tried not to be bothered by it, even if there was a familiar pang of anxiety when he saw you, your mouth agape and your body slack, leaning against a door that should not be open. He might’ve walked a little faster, out of habit, but if you noticed him, you were too distracted to care. He couldn’t blame you. Not when he knew what you were looking at. 

He got a little carried away, with the girls’ room. Pale pink paint coated on every surface, fairy-lights strung along the ceiling, and a white, circular rug, fluffy and stainless and just small enough to stop before it reached the three cots, settled along each of the walls, each with its own frilly sheets and plush mattress and bare, metallic frame, something Touya might’ve considered swapping out if their opponents were a little more grateful. Two were empty, the first a spare if he needed room for a future ‘guest’ and the second a reminder to check on the bitch in his basement, and the third was on its side. That was what you were focusing on, what he couldn’t seem to pull you away from as he slotted himself against your back, wrapping an arm loosely around your waist. 

That, and the girl sitting in front of it, a ball-gag stuffed in her mouth and a collar around her neck, thick and leathery and attached to a chain, keeping her tethered to the nearest wall. There were a few noticeable dents in the plaster around her bracket, but Touya had better things to worry about. 

There was a garbled scream, something that might’ve been a warning, but Touya silenced her off with a glare sharp enough cut glass. “Shut it,” He barked, all pretense of patience gone. “Shut up, or you’re going to spend the next week in a muzzle. I’ll deal with you later.”

“You kidnapped her.” At least you waited your turn, even if the delay did little too soften the disgust in your voice. “You’re a monster. You’re supposed to be--” 

“A hero?” You tried to shove him away, to pry him off of you, but he only tightened his grip. “And you’re supposed to be an innocent civilian, aren’t you? Something soft and appreciative I can feel good about helping, fuck, and forget about the next day, right?” 

“Don’t try to--” 

“Where do you keep the bottle, sweetheart?” Now, it was your turn to go tense, to know he saw something he shouldn’t have seen. “Don’t lie to me. It won’t be pretty, if we start off this relationship on a bad foot.” 

You hesitated, for a moment. He saw your swallow, watched your eyes dart towards anything that could’ve been considered a weapon, but his fingers slipped under your shirt and you bowed your head, giving in at the slightest threat of something worse. He liked that about you. Such a simple thing, too afraid of pain to take the risk. “My jacket. There are pockets on the inside - it’s on the right.” 

He’d give you credit. It looked realistic, if nothing else, a translucent orange bottle with a white lid, the label scratched off in a way that could’ve been mistaken for nervous fidgeting, if Touya didn’t know better. With one hand, he popped off the lid, barely glancing at the unmarked pills inside before letting out a pleased hum. 

Sedatives. Not lethal, but effective. The type you could get from any low-ranking Villain with a surplus supply and a greater need for clients than most. 

The type that could be slipped into wine glasses, mixed into water. The type that’d keep your trusting, unsuspecting host nice and unconscious while you helped yourself to anything that wasn’t nailed down. While you robbed him blind, stowed yourself away in another cheap motel room two towns over, and scouted for the next poor guy who’d be too embarrassed to say anything.

Touya couldn’t help himself. He laughed, loudly and shamelessly, watching as you withered, glaring at the tiled floor. He couldn’t tell if it was fear of loathing, half-suspended terror or that deep, ingrained hatred any good predator should feel when it’s caught in a trap, but your voice couldn’t have made it more clear. “What’s your plan?” You spat, all humiliation, all spirited, adorable anger. His grin widened, the lasting tension in his shoulders dissolving, but if you noticed how much he enjoyed your little show, you didn’t bother trying to keep your mouth shut. “Arrest me? Hand me over to the police and let me tell them all about your creepy, fucked-up dollhouse?” You never looked up. You never so much as tried to meet his eyes, let alone glance at the ‘victim’ you’d been so intent on saving a few minutes ago. “Let me go. You don’t have another choice, unless you’re willing to get your hands dirty.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’m not gonna kill you.” It wasn’t a lie, but you didn’t seem to believe him, going rigid as his lips brushed against the nape of your neck. It was a fleeting gesture, but he didn’t let himself linger. He’d have plenty of time for that once he got you used to your new role, under his care. Once you got used to him. “I’m not gonna hand you over, either. That’d just be a waste.”

He might’ve been a little mean, after all. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have given you so much time to answer, so much time to tremble. At least you didn’t try to get away, this time. You were already learning. “I… I don’t--” 

“I’m going to take care of you, angel. Just like I’m taking care of her.”

There was a moment of stillness, a small, ragged sob, but Touya couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty. He couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but satisfied. 

Because Todoroki Touya had a problem. Because he was awful and hungry and greedy, and he had a problem.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to fix it.

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[gloves94]

Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 39

Warnings: Cursing Rating: PG-13  Pairings: Zuko/OC  

Sunburn Chapter M A S T E R L I S T My fan fiction M A S T E R L I S T

It had been three days since the end of the One Hundred Year War.

Parts of the Fire Nation Capital had been burnt to ash during the sibling’s conflict for the Nation’s crown. Traditional red roofs had been turned into charcoal black and were missing walls and tiles.

Regardless of it all it was a beautiful morning and the Fire Nation people seemed eager to welcome their new Fire Lord and for the war in which they gained yet lost so much to be over.

Tsai stood on the Capital’s entry docks, her arms crossed over her chest. Wind swaying her hair lightly. She held her arms lightly embracing the comfort of her recovered hidden blade gauntlets. Who would’ve thought Azula had kept them as some type of sick trophy all this time?

The warship approached and she stood with her back straight ready to welcome her guests into the nation. The ship docked and after several moments two figures emerged from behind a several escorts.

“Welcome to the Mainland- the Capital- I mean- the Fire Nation? I still can’t get used to these terms.” She said nervously holding the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Home will do,” one of the emerging figures said dully.

“How do you jail birds feel?” She laughed nervously unsure of how to interact with Mai and Ty Lee.

She was taken aback when she was engulfed in a tight hug. She looked down at Ty Lee uncomfortably.

“Tsai, your aura is golden! Oh! It just makes me want to hug you!” The brunette cried out dramatically. “Yeah,” the other dead panned. “It’s because I’m the sun.” She explained awkwardly slowly leeching her hands from around her.

“Is it true?” Mai asked, her pose mirroring Tsai’s proper one. “About Azula?”

“Yeah…” She trailed off. “Physicians said she had some type of schizophrenic meltdown. She was also badly burnt. Most of the right side of her body suffered second to third degree burns.” She paused for a brief moment and a shiver went up her spine as she remembered Azula’s horrifying screeches. “She’s been committed to a mental health ward where hopefully she’ll get the help she needs.” She offered the princess’ ex-friends a small sad smile.

“And Fire Lord Ozai?” Ty Lee asked bringing a hand to her chin in a pensive pose.

“He’s alive as well. Imprisoned. The Avatar succeeded and took his bending away, so he won’t be able to hurt anyone any time soon.” Her smiled widened slightly.

“That is not going to go well. I can assure you my father is not happy about that. I’m assuming yours won’t be either.” Mai sighed sounding irritated. “I wouldn’t count on the Fire Lord to sit pretty and still on his cell…” She trailed of.

“Yeah,” her tone lowered enough to match Mai’s. From what she had heard Ba Sing Se had been taken back by the Earth Kingdom with the help of the White Lotus. The Fire Lord had been defeated by the Avatar and Yu Dao had been taken by her brother who was rumored to sit as the new Vice Royal Governor of the colony. “I’m still waiting to hear back from my brother. It sounds like things went… well as well as they could go.”

It was then that a lightbulb went off in her head as she remembered something she had been pending.

“Speaking of-,” She said reaching for a scroll she kept tucked in the back of her sash. “My brother asked me to give this to you Mai. I’d more than understand if you want nothing to do with it, or him.” She rolled her eyes lightly and handed the girl the scroll just as she had promised.

Mai starred at the scroll with a dead expression that was first natured to her. She had no reaction to this. Man, she really was hard to read. Ty Lee on the other hand bounced eagerly and snatched the scroll from her best friend’s hand excitedly opening it, breaking the seal.

“Mai! Is that the dreamy rugged boy with the body scars and the green eyes you were telling me about? Wait- he’s your brother?” She gaped for a moment. Tsai’s sighed lightly irritated. “’Mai, I just wanted to say-’” Ty Lee began reading and slowly her face grew from pink to red to marron.  

“Woah,” She fanned her face. She turned to Mai with a sheepish expression. The other girl simply took the scroll with a stoic expression and hid it inside her sleeves without much enthusiasm. “You colonials are something else,” Ty Lee giggled.

“We all know the stereotype,” she shrugged with a lazy smile. “Also, we’re going to the Earth Kingdom tomorrow. To Ba Sing Se for King Kuei’s coronation and to regroup with Uncle Iroh, my brother and everybody else. You two should come. You’re more than invited.”

“Really?” Ty Lee clapped her hands together, eyes shinning in excitement. Mai quirked an arched eyebrow as if testing her.

“Of course,” she responded timidly. “You’re both Zuko’s oldest friends. I know he’d want you both to be there.” She paused and looked at the onyx haired girl. “And Mai you’ve been a friend to me too, so I want you to come as well. I also never thanked you for saving my brother and my friends at the Boiling Rock. It must’ve been a hard decision to make. Considering your dad’s political post and your uncle’s... So, because of that I thank you. She stretched out her hands and reached for the other girls which she gave a light squeeze.

Mai simply nodded averting her eyes away from the girl. Maybe she didn’t smile back but the gesture might as well have been the same.

Regardless, it was an accepting one.

Xxx

The former banished prince stood on a parlor room. The massive balcony windows allowed him to the city. His city. The nation that he was now responsible for, his empire. Ha gazed at it lost in thought as he attempted to dress in his ceremonial robes.

The room was traditional with a red carpet that sprawled out across from one wall to the other. Giant lanterns hung at the top from the ceiling. The entrance doors were carved with golden arches. Four story, red, velvet curtains adorned the large windows.

He let out a low hiss when he picked up his robe and attempted to slip it on. He grimaced slightly at the slight pain he felt on his chest. Struggling he managed to get one arm through one sleeve. The other proving to be more challenging.

“Need a hand?”

He turned excited a rare smile on his features. The smile stretched as he drank up her ceremonial appearance. She wore a golden ochre long-sleeved traditional dress with a golden trim. Both of her hands were hidden inside of her sleeves just like she wore when they first met. Her hair was clean and parted to the side, worn half up. She wore a small diadem composed of thin golden rods which resembled a sun’s halo.

“You look… nice,” he struggled to find his words.

She approached him and walked around him helping him put his robe over his arm and tied his robe. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Better than nice,” he added gawkily.

“You look…” He said tenderly really struggling to find the perfect word.

She accepted the unsaid compliment and interrupted him by placing a deep kiss on his lips, both smiling through it. “Thanks.” She knew he meant well.

“How do you feel? Your Lordness,” She joked resting her hands on the neck of his robe lightly stroking the fabric.

“I still can’t believe it. A year ago, my whole purpose in life was to hunt Aang down and now it’s like I’m in a completely different place.”

“We both are.” She agreed. “A year ago, my purpose was to unite the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. My grandfather was still alive…” She sighed. “But now that I think about it, we probably wouldn’t have met if it weren’t for the funeral.” His uninjured arm snaked around her shoulders bringing her close. “Do you remember? The same funeral in which you were extremely rude to my family?” She poked.

He rolled his eyes slightly. She was never going to let that go was she?

“You didn’t even say anything when I introduced myself to you! You just walked away!”

“I didn’t say anything because I was nervous,” he admitted sheepishly. “You’re an awful liar.” She laughed pushing away. Who did he think he was fooling? He had been simply and plainly terribly rude.

“So, what are we going to do now?” He asked her as she walked back to him holding a different part of his Fire Lord armor. “You could… move here?” He suggested brashly. “You could have your own room. Your own everything,” he added apprehensively, swallowing a nervous knot that had formed in his throat.

“About that… I actually wanted to talk to you and Aang.

Xxx

Aang was sitting against one of the walls outside of a Royal Balcony, the one which lead to the Royal Plaza just where Zuko and Azula had had their face down Agni Kai a couple of days ago. He sat with his legs crossed underneath, a solemn expression on his face as he meditated on the events that had transpired the last couple of days. Despite the time he felt as if his trek from Ember Island to this moment had been one very, very long day.

He heard light laughing from the distance and looked up to see Zuko dressed in his new Fire Lord armor. His hair was combed and pulled back in a traditional Fire Nation topknot and he seemed genuinely happy as he made his way down the hall that lead to the coronation temple. His girlfriend walked next to him laughing at some comment he had just said. He wondered just what he could’ve said to make her laugh like that. Let’s be real, Zuko was known for a lot of things and being funny wasn’t one of them. Both looked regal as they walked down the hall together standing tall in their elegant robes.

Aang felt a pang of jealousy hit him. If the war was over then why- why couldn’t him and Katara be like them? ‘Ugh…’ He thought irritated.

The couple stopped walking and stood before Aang. Zuko smiled faintly at him and paused before the curtain that lead to the balcony.

“We were just talking about where we were a year ago. I still can’t believe a year ago my purpose in life was hunting you down." Zuko commented with small shake of his head, "And now..."

Aang opened his eyes and looked over at his friend with a smile, "And now we're friends."

"Yeah." The Fire Nation prince agreed with his own smile, still kind of amazed at all the growth and development they had accomplished. "We are friends."

"Well," Aang pushed himself to his feet and stood in front of the couple. He shrugged and smirked slightly, "I can't believe a year ago I was still frozen in a block of ice. The world's so different now."

Zuko walked towards Aang and put his hand on his shoulder, "And it's gonna be even more different. We'll rebuild it together."

Aang smiled and hugged his friend warmly, Zuko easily returning the embrace before they separated.

“That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you two about…” Tsai stood at a close distance both hands hidden inside of her sleeves. “But it’ll have to be some other time.” She smiled at the two.

“Good luck Aang.” She turned and gave Aang a hug. “Good luck handsome,” she kissed her boyfriend’s face.  

She walked away, making her way to meet the others on the Royal Plaza. Aang noted the lovesick expression the Fire Lord wore on his face. Toph was right those two, they were just way too much sometimes… ‘Fire Nationers.’ He shrugged to himself.

“Uh, shall we go?” Aang interrupted Zuko’s lost train of thought.

“Y-Yeah!” He said his cheeks turning slightly pink in embarrassment of being caught distracted.

The Fire Lord cleared his throat composing himself and brushed the curtains aside stepping through them, Aang following in a moment later.

Xxx

Tsai made her way outside, wavering through the heavy crowds sticking her head up trying to find any familiar face in the crowd.

“You’re that girl,” a burly man in the crowd suddenly said looking down at her. She looked at him oddly. “The Blue Spirit, the one that freed the Avatar and took down the Pohuai Stronghold.” He stated his expression blank. She was about to respond when his expression shifted into an angry one. “You’re the one that costs us the siege of the North!” He accused pointing a finger at her. “My brother died because of you!”

She gave a small step back feeling unsafe wanting to create as much distance possible between her and the threatening man.

“Tsai! There you are!” She turned just in time to see Suki reaching out to her from the crowds. She exchanged a look with the man who made a vulgar gesture to her with his hand before spitting at the floor. Without another word she parted with an uneasy feeling taking Suki’s hand.

“Hey!” She greeted with a cheesy grin. “Everyone ready?” She asked excitedly.

Everybody was there: Sokka, Katara, their father, Toph, Suki, Ty Lee, the Kyoshi Warriors, Mai, some of the people that had been with them during the in the Western Air Temple and even some swamp people and others she had never seen before.

Just in time.

All eyes turned towards the Royal Balcony when a Fire Sage stepped forward and struck a gong three times. She smiled proudly as she watched Zuko cross to the front of the stairs. The crowd loudly cheering and applauding to their new Fire Lord. The only person that was missing was Iroh. She still couldn’t believe he was missing his nephew’s coronation.

“Please,” Zuko spoke to his people raising an arm. The noise diminished as the people quieted hoping to hear their Lord speak. “The real hero is the Avatar.” He said stepping to the side. Aang stepped from behind him wearing a pair of elegant robes which were shaded in the traditional colors of Air Nomad fashion.

"Today, this war is finally over." Zuko declared. Again, the crowd went wild in cheer and applause. The people in the plaza raising up their arms in pomp. "I promised my uncle that I would restore the honor of the Fire Nation, and I will," He continued with a serious expression. "The road ahead of us is challenging. A hundred years of fighting has left the world scarred and divided." Zuko looked over at Aang who was looking back at him. "But with the Avatar's help, we can get it back on the right back, and begin a new era of love and peace."

The crowds cheered in applause once again and Zuko inclined his head bowing to his people and others. Aang stepped to the side. A Fire Sage stepped forward holding up the Fire Lord’s headpiece crowning artefact in his hands.

He lowered his body coming down on one knee. The crowds held their breaths waiting for the coronation. Tsai watched with her eyes peeled holding onto Suki’s arm tightly with emotion. She hid her proud smile behind a half-closed hand she had brought to her lips.  

"All hail, Fire Lord Zuko!" The Fire Sage said loudly, his voice carrying across the entire Royal Plaza. He lowered the headpiece officially crowning the banished prince.

The crowd went wild. The Fire Nation specially. It was obvious that his own people loved him. The girl from the colonies cheered loudly raising both hands up in the air proudly. Suki grimaced and lightly clapped, just happy to feel the circulation in her arm once again.

The Fire Lord rose to his step and walked towards the stairs that lead down to the Royal Plaza. He paused for a moment and looked over at his friend, the Avatar, motioning him forward to join by his side. Aang returned the smile and came to a stop behind him also marveling at the cheering crowd.

“So, how does it feel to have your boyfriend he the new Fire Lord?” Sokka teased a certain red head in the crowd nudging her side. “Ha!” She said to him giving him a flat look. “You should ask him what it’s like having me as a girlfriend.” She said with an arrogant chuckle.

Xxx

Sometime after the coronation ceremony, Zuko somehow managed to slip away from his friends and girlfriend and snuck out of the palace grounds. He took a path that was much too familiar to him, the one that lead to the Fire Nation’s Prison Tower. He walked alone; his brow twisted as he was determined to get answers to questions he had had for years.

Guards opened the metal doors of the cells and he walked inside the narrow, humid hallway, coming to a halt before bars at the end of the room in the secluded isolation corridor.

All of his life Zuko had been tormented by the sight of his father, but now. Looking at him down and disheveled with his hair loose, oily and tangled around his face, he looked like a completely different person. He looked like a slimy, small man. Not the terrifying man he had once feared.

His father’s golden eyes narrowed as they flickered towards him. "I should count myself lucky. The new Fire Lord has graced me with his presence in my lonely prison cell." Ozai grimaced.

"You should count yourself lucky that the Avatar spared your life." Zuko replied coolly, standing his ground. He ignored his father's scornful sarcasm.

"Hmp." His father scoffed looking away from him.

"Banishing me was the best think you could have done for my life." Zuko admitted after a moment. "It put me on the right path. Perhaps your time in here can do the same for you."

Perhaps there was some redemption in his father’s future. Ozai glanced over at his son in disinterested and asked in an almost weary voice. "Why are you really here?"

His scarred son certainly hadn’t come to grace him with his lordy presence on the day of his coronation.

"Because you're going to tell me something." Zuko said and leaned closer to the cell bars continuing in a low, unforgiving tone.

"Where. Is. My. Mother?"

Ozai remained silent. He simply glowered at his son. The man had nothing else to lose. Why would he surrender the last clutch of power he had over his son?

“Ran your tongue out?” Zuko pressed.

An evil smirked graced Ozai’s gaunt features. “Tell me Fire Lord, do you still keep that filthy half-blood around for entertainment?”

“That’s none of your business.” Zuko snapped defensively. He never wanted to hear mentioning of her or her name coming from his father’s tongue. It unnerved him and made him feel ill. As if it was something was his and only his, something private. His father let out a low malicious chuckle as if holding back a cruel inside joke with himself. His laughter mocking, almost haunting.

“What’s so damn funny?” The young Fire Lord snapped.

“Your forefathers are probably rolling in their tombstones. As if you couldn’t bring enough shame and dishonor to the crown. To your name. The one thing you could’ve done to redeem yourself and this nation... You don’t. A colonial…” He scoffed. “Let alone a mudblood with tainted Earth Kingdom blood sitting on the throne! This… Her… You… It’s the worst thing that could’ve happened to our nation.”

“Worse things have happened.” Again, he responded cooly in his best attempt to maintain his cold composure.

Again, the man began to cackle.

“Enjoy it while you can…” He threatened his words ominous.

“What are you going to do about it? Nothing-bend at her? You better watch yourself or she’ll break your nose again.”

His smirked edged further to the sides of his face. It was vile, evil, threating and heavily filled with menace.

“I wouldn’t be so careless if I were you or your blushing moll Fire Lord Zuko.”

Struck, he faltered his emotions betraying him. “Guards!” He called. “Take him to the dungeons! Where he’ll be placed in isolation. I don’t want this man to see the light of day every again!”

Zuko excited the prison his mind racing with violent thoughts as he made his way back to the palace. His mind now corrupted flooded with concern at his father’s empty threat. He told himself it was most likely a mind game the man was playing, that there was nothing he could do to bring any actual harm to him or his – what had he called her again? Moll. Whatever the fuck that was it didn’t sound complimentary. But- today was not the day for that. He forced himself to push those thoughts to the back of his head.

After all, today was a day of celebration.

The war was over.

Xxx

Team Avatar found themselves enjoying lunch in the Royal Dinning room. The friends laughed and shared roast duck, apple tarts and pork dumplings toasting with cranberry juice and others with some fine wine.

They had been here for a while and the Fire Lord himself was nowhere to be found.

Tsai was currently sitting in between Sokka and Toph. The three currently bickering if a duck’s quack actually had an echo or not.

“Lady Tsai!” A courier suddenly stormed in making quite a dramatic entrance. Everybody froze, stopping in their celebrating, looking up to see the panting man holding his rising chest with one hand, on the other he held a sealed scroll.

“Urgent message, from the colonies,” he said breathlessly. “News from my brother!” She clapped her hands before excusing herself from the room with a poker face. ‘Finally, a word from the man…’

Once outside the room she took the scroll from the courier’s hands and as if it were on fire, she ripped the Vice Royal Colonial wax seal open and read her brother’s messy handwriting.

‘Tsai,

Word of Zuko’s and the Avatar’s triumphs over the Fire Lord and the Nation have reached Yu Dao. And I have to tell you. It has not been well received. The colonies, not just Yu Dao, are in turmoil. People are protesting in the streets revolting in uprisings.  The news of Ozai’s fall has not been well received by most and people are scared of the uncertainties the future brings.

Our people, some don’t know if to embrace a Fire Nation identity, others want the territory to be reclaimed by the Earth Kingdom. I know mom does... Mom is well, I’m with her. She wants you to come home as soon as possible. She’s not even mad anymore, she just wants you home. Dad on the other hand well… It’s best if I explain in person.

I wish I knew what to do, but you’re the diplomatic genius. I am simply the muscle. I feel so lost. I know I told you to go back to the Mainland, but I need you here. Your city needs you. Now more than ever.

Be well and travel safe, things are about to get very ugly.

I’ll see you on the other side of the pond. - Mecha’

You knew it was serious when he didn’t even mention Mai or the scroll, he had asked her to give to her. She guessed going to King Kuei’s coronation was out of the question too…

She took in a deep breath and rolled the note up tightly, squeezing it, hugging it against her chest still holding that deep breath.

Of course, it wasn’t over.

“Lady?” She blinked back the tears that had welled in her eyes and looked at the courier with a frightful look. “Oh, um...” She fished out a coin from her back pocket and thanked him quietly dismissing him.

She would take care of this tomorrow. Today was not the day for this. She forced herself to push all thoughts of fear and concern to the back of her head.

After all, today was a day of celebration.

The war was over.

Xxx

The celebrations continued well into the night.

Presently the Fire Nation’s people gathered outside in the streets of the capital toasting, cheering and celebrating the end of the war and the coronation of their new monarch.

Fire Nation Dragon costumes composed of rows of people underneath filled the streets in celebration. Children ran around laughing loudly holding sparklers. Fireworks set off continuously dazzling the skies with sparkles of red and gold. From all the celebration you’d think the Fire Nation had won the war…

The group was currently gathered in the Royal Plaza. Paper lanterns were about to be released into the night skies. A celebratory tradition in which people wrote and burned notes with their good wishes and hopes that were supposed to elevate the paper lanterns into the skies. Tsai looked around concerned. She hadn’t seen Zuko since the crowning ceremony at noon. She guessed he was busy with his new Fire Lord duties, but she was beginning to grow concerned. She looked at Aang, Toph and Katara who were getting ready to light their own lantern. Then at Sokka and Suki who were also nearby.

‘Where on Earth was he?’ She shook her head lightly and ascended to the top of the stairs that lead to the temple above the plaza where the crowning ceremony had taken place earlier. She hoped she’d be able to gain a better look at the mingling crowds and spot him somewhere in between.

“Sorry I’m late,” she heard a mumble next to her. She turned to see Zuko descending from the steps. “There you are.” She let out a worried breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. The stress from the news she had received earlier getting the best of her.

“Do you have your wish?” He placed a hand on her waist, and they stepped forward standing directly under the skies as the fireworks ceased once again painting the skies black, ready for the lanterns to float. “Yeah,” She smiled slightly holding the folded note up between her fingers.

“What did you wish for?” She nudged nosily.

“You can’t say what you wished for. Then your wish won’t come true.” He shot back defensively. “I’ll tell you what I wished for if you tell me,” She again nudged his side a sly look on her features. “No,” he responded irately.

“Well, I wished for-“He removed his hand from her and covered his ears. “Don’t say it Tsai.”

“I know, I love you too,” she reached for his arm affectionately lowering it slightly. She couldn’t help but laugh a little at their inside joke about not saying certain things. “I wished for times of peace to come and here we are. So, in a way it already came true, right?”

He couldn’t help but look back at her with a dumbfound expression. “That’s what you wished for? World peace?” The irritated expression becoming more pronounced, almost laughable.

“Yeah?” She raised a brow. “Now, are you going to tell me what you’re wishing for?”

He remained silent for a second and turned away from her hiding his folded paper in a hand behind his back. “No,” he said self-consciously. “Fine,” She rolled her eyes lightly with a small smile caving in, accepting he wasn’t sharing and that it was okay. She walked towards the closest balcony railing placing the paper lantern on it as she got ready to light it.

He looked at her and then at the small paper he was holding his hand and sighed in defeat. He approached her and without saying another word held it up in front of her between his index and middle fingers.

He looked away from her sheepishly. He would never admit it to her, but he had spent hours pondering on what to write and then actually writing it. It was one of those things he felt he just had to do right. She took the note from him and a moment later upon hearing weak sniffling turned to see her struck expression. Her eyes were wide and pooling with a cocktail of emotions.

“Y-You can’t burn this,” she managed weakly starring at the seven words that were written on the small paper with large, watery eyes.

“Are you… crying?” He asked confused. How had he royally managed to fuck this up now? He knew that words weren’t his forte, but he wasn’t expecting her to react in such a way. She wiped away a handful of fat tears and shook her head lightly. “I’m keeping this,” she said holding it against her chest.

“No. You have to burn it,” he insisted.

“This isn’t even a wish!” She exclaimed her voice cracking with emotion.

“It-It’s not the words. It’s the intent behind them,” he argued back.

She opened the note again and quickly glanced at the words that had shook her to her core savoring the sentiment in them.

‘Tsai, My heart burns for you. Always.’

Again, for somebody that was terrible at communication and overall painfully awkward Zuko still managed to surprise her.

“I’m keeping it.” She said in defiance turning away from him. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever given me.” She said tucking the paper inside one of her sleeves for it to be hidden away forever.

He was about to protest but was interrupted as she turned back just as quickly. “I have an idea.” She said a wide smile stretching across her features. She reached into her pockets and pulled out a small charcoal twine. What else did she keep hidden under those sleeves? She unwrapped her paper and leaned on the railing to write.

“Why don’t we share our wish?” She smiled at him brightly. He couldn’t help but smile back. They were late. Everybody else had already let go of their paper lanterns which currently hovered in the air illuminating the night sky and their surroundings with hundreds of warm lights.

“Together, we wish for a new era of prosperity, peace and love.” She read out loud holding the wish in her hands.

“It’s perfect,” he said taking her hands in his. Both holding on to their wish. He firebended a small flame and both held it, together, in their hands. The flame was small and beat like two heartbeats as one as it slowly consumed the parchment paper.

They placed it inside the paper lantern making it lightly glow with a heartening warm light. Together the two released it.

He wrapped his arms around her, and she leaned into his body resting the back of her head on his shoulder. She held onto his arm tenderly. Both looked up content enjoying the moment, enjoying each other as their hopes, dreams and wishes elevated into illuminated sky of the night.

The End?

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Here’s the link to the short Sequel: Kingdom of the Sun MASTERLIST

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Sunburn Chapter

M A S T E R L I S T

PREV https://gloves94.tumblr.com/post/623698183927758848/sunburn-prince-zuko-38

AN: AHHHH!!!! I am so emotional. I can’t believe we have reached our ending. I know what some of you are thinking. WHAT is this the end----?

Yes. It is the end of Sunburn. However, the people have spoken, and I read what you guys wanted to see/read so here’s what’s going to happen. I felt like I couldn’t make a lot of things happen because let’s be real they’ve known each other for less than a year and they are both 16 (17, at the most.)

Soooooooo I’m making a short sequel 10-15 chapters at the most called Kingdom of the Sun.

In the sequel both of these dorks will be in their 20’s. And we will have: - A very awkward proposal - A Who-dun-it type of murder of a main character - And a Zutsai mission field trip (yay) - A revolution - Plenty of NSFW activities *clears throat*

I’m really excited for what’s to come and thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed.

Love,

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[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝misunderstanding dramas.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「Bakugou goes to his S/O's dorm to talk to her but overhears her talking with another boy and they’re having a really romantic/flirty conversation and he leaves thinking she’s cheating on him. When in reality, they were just practicing for a drama.」

A bit of angst? 

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Dormitories are suddenly a trend now, at least, in Bakugou's opinion. With the rise of villains, the schools decided to take it upon themselves and establish their own dorms so students don't have to go far to reach school. The dorms always contained the facilities you could possibly ask for. Bakugou never complained about being in the dorms, he was given the privilege of owning his own room. One thing that's annoying the distance between his dorm and your own. The two of you lived in the same neighborhood and never had any problems when it came to meeting up. But now, your parents had sent you off to the school dorms, stating that it will be easier for you.

It was true though. The dorms were just minutes away from the main building, no need to worry about transportation fees. You often complained about how far you were from him but Bakugou knew that this was for the best.

After another long day, Bakugou wanted nothing more than to just lay down and do absolutely nothing. As soon as he reached the dorms, he showered and made himself dinner. His muscles ached and begged for rest, especially the ones on his arms. Pushing himself a bit too far caused it, he was prepared for it but he didn't expect to feel like he was run over by a truck or something.The moment he reached his bed, his phone rang which he responded with an annoyed huff.

"What?" he said without looking at the caller ID. He didn't care who it was, he was just too tired from training and school work. Bakugou heard an all too familiar giggle from the other line.

"Is this how you greet me, Katsuki?" you asked, leaning against your bed as you gazed at the ceiling.

"Tch, what do you want?"

"Wanna come over this Saturday after your classes? I have some drama practice with a friend so I will be in the dorms the entire day. You're free after lunch time right?" you questioned. Bakugou had to admit that it has been a long time since the two of you saw each other. He had been busy with his own studies and all that and you were no different. As you laid in bed, you waited for his response.

"Hah? Why would I waste my time visiting your sorry ass?" the ash blonde replied. You let out a whine at his tone, frowning slightly as you sunk further into your bed.

"Then, I guess we won't be seeing each other until next month....." you sighed exasperatedly, closing your eyes a bit. On the other line, Bakugou rose a brow after hearing your tone. He might be ignorant to most things but hearing your change of tone. He'd rather fucking die than admit that he's actually worried.

"What?" was all you heard from him. Even though it was a Bakugou-like response, you can tell that you've caught his interest.

"We have a study trip this Monday and we'll be at Miyagi for a week and right after that, I have a big play so I will be very busy....." you said with a small hum. Bakugou blinked a few times, rubbing his temples in annoyance. It wasn't as if he didn't want to see you, in fact, he really wants to see you especially after such a tiring week. He wants fucking cuddles, that's what he concluded.

"Fine. You better be at your dorms tomorrow after 2." 

"Yay! Thank you!"

"Tch, whatever. It's not like I have anything to do anyway. Besides, I don't want you being all sad and shit." Bakugou muttered the last part to himself, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. Though it was annoying to say stupid cheesy stuff like that, it was more annoying if you hated him. He couldn't imagine a day not talking to you. Bakugou genuinely loves you after all.

"By the way, Katsuki....."

"What is it now?"

"I was lying about the study trip. I'm actually very free."

"You.....!"

"Goodbye, Katsuki! Text me before you sleep, love you, my cute firecracker!"

It's quite funny to say that he still loves you even after messing around with him to this extent.

"Where are you going, Bakugou?" Kirishima who was seated at the couch questioned as Bakugou walked through with his shoes in hand.

"None of your fucking business." the ash-blonde replied in response.

"Probably to visit his imaginary girlfriend." Kaminari teased. His classmates who claimed to be his best buds―Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero, have caught him texting to you one day and teased about talking with his girlfriend. And Bakugou, being Bakugou, just casually mentioned that he was―as a matter of fact―texting his girlfriend aka you. 

Of course, the three so-called friends of his did not believe what Bakugou had said and demanded evidence. He replied harshly like usual, stating why he would go through all that trouble. So, the three boys teased the ash blonde for having an imaginary girlfriend. Sometimes it got on his nerves and was tempted to bring you over for proof so they could just shut up. However, there was no reason for him to involve you in his mess anyway. The moment he finished putting on his shoes, Bakugou shoved in his phone into his pocket and lightly glared at Kaminari.

"Shut the fuck up, Dunceface." With that, he left the dorm and Kaminari let out a small sigh.

"I wonder what he's actually going." the blonde muttered.

Bakugou took the usual route to your dorms. It's not a complicated route, just a bit far from the UA dorms. As he rode the train, he watched the moving scenery, thinking about what you were doing. He did remember you saying you had some sort of practice but not sure what kind you were talking about. Unlike himself who enrolled into UA with the objective of wanting to be a hero, you chose something completely different. The world of entertainment always never failed to make your day and you want to brighten up someone's day with a song or a play. It's not like you don't have a combat-type quirk, in fact, people told you that your quirk can be used to save people. But of course, it's your life and the path you choose is in your hands. 

Stepping off the platform and making his way out the station, Bakugou set out to your dorm. He pulled out his phone and left you a message, not bothering to wait for a response. Much to his surprise, his phone didn't vibrate in his pocket and there were no notifications from you either. Your dorm was already within his view and you hadn't responded, Bakugou huffed and began to walk a bit faster. 'Fricking idiot telling me to come and not reply her damn phone!' he muttered. 

He got through the security with ease, stating his business and all that before walking to the dorms. Some of the residents recognized him and told him that you were in your room doing something. The moment he reached your room, he took in a deep breath as if readying himself for scolding you.

"Stop saying such embarrassing things." he heard your voice. Bakugou stopped when he heard another voice coming from your room. He leaned closer until the voices were much clearer. Thanks to the small gap from your door, he was able to hear your conversation.

"It's not embarrassing, it's just a fact." he heard a male's voice. Who were you talking to? He thought you were busy practicing.

"You're making me blush..... you probably say call other girls beautiful too. So I'm just one of the very many you've complimented." you replied.

"No, I don't just compliment any girls. You're an exception. You're smart, beautiful and kind. Everything I want in my girl. That's why I asked you out." the other occupant chuckled. Bakugou's eyes widened in surprise.

Was he a joke to you? Was your entire relationship just a fucking pass time for you? Bakugou couldn't believe that you were capable of doing such things behind his back. He never pegged you to be the type to cheat on him. It was annoying more than it hurt but the ache in his chest made him want to yell at whoever the guy in your room was and tell him to back the fuck off from his girl. But all he could do was just leave hall angry, not even bothering to barge in and demand answers from you. Why did you cheat on him? Did you get sick of him? Or did you finally decide that he didn't give you enough love?

Bakugou gritted his teeth angrily and he brushed past your classmates who cowered under his angry gaze as he made his way out of the dorms. Why didn't you just break up with him if you were sick of him? Then again, would he want such a thing? Bakugou valued his relationship with you but he never showed it. Maybe it was because of that you decided to get someone who would probably express their love? The sound of your laughter reverberated inside his head and he could imagine you smiling and laughter with another guy. It was frustrating, was he not the type to be in a relationship? Was he not doing enough for you?

"He's late....." you mumbled, laying down on your bed. There was nothing much to do and you've been waiting for Bakugou to come. He was never late and always on time. What if he got into trouble or some sort of accident? Worried, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number. The phone continued ringing and suddenly you were cut off. That's odd. Bakugou never rejects your calls. You grabbed a jacket and put it over your t-shirt, grabbed your wallet and keys before going out.

"Oh? You're back already? That's fast." Kirishima looked over to his shoulder to see Bakugou walking towards the elevator.

"That's none of your fucking business." 

You reached the UA dorms in about half an hour because of the complicated routes that caused you to stray off from the right path. Since UA had been attacked by villains a couple of times, you had to go through a security check for a while. When you finally managed to get through, the sun was almost setting. Searching for Class 1-A's dorms wasn't easy either so it took longer than you expected to reach there. As you pushed open the doors, you were greeted with the sound of student laughing over something, engaged in some sort of conversation. You stepped inside, letting go of the door as you thought of what to say.

A small squeak left your lips when the door behind shut itself. Upon hearing the loud noise, everyone turned their attention towards you. The tension was thick as the students of Class 1-A looked at you, wondering who you were.

"Ah.....um, I'm looking for Katsuki―er, Bakugou? Is he here?" you questioned.

"Are you sure you're looking for Bakugou?" a blonde haired male questioned in disbelief, eyes wide in surprise. You tilted your head, nodded slightly.

"Yes. Is he here?" you asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable as everyone gazed at you as if you grew another head.

"Just take the elevator to the fourth floor. It's the one near the end with his name on the door." you heard a smooth voice pointed out. Your eyes landed on a bi-colored haired male who was standing by the counter of the kitchen holding a mug of coffee. You bowed, stuttering a thank you before jogging towards the elevator.

"Eh? What? Eh!?" Kaminari's mouth fell open in shock and was unable to form a proper sentence.

"Did you just witness that and find it hard to believe because I did! Bakugou has a girlfriend!? Unbelievable!" the blonde screeched, ruffling his hair and turning towards Kirishima and Sero who were equally surprised.

"Holy shit, he wasn't lying." was all Sero managed to say.

"And he managed to get himself a really cute one! The way her shorts hugged her waist and―Ack!" Mineta cried out in pain.

"Perving on someone's girlfriend isn't manly, dude."

A few knocks on Bakugou's door caused him to stir awake from his slumber. He hadn't realize he had fallen asleep but remembering why he was in bed in the first place made him groan. He was thinking about his revelation related to you, a bit too much. Maybe telling whoever was knocking on the door to fuck off and leave him alone would do him some good. When he opened his door, he didn't expect the source of his problems standing right in front of him.

"Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? It's because you didn't come and didn't respond to my calls! I was worried you know."

"Tch, just mind your own business and leave me alone." Bakugou grumbled and sat on his bed while you stood at the doorway, closing the door behind you.

"Katsuki.....Is there something wrong?" you asked cautiously. Your boyfriend tends to bottle up his own feelings, making it hard for you to deduce what he was going through. It was troublesome, yes. However, you loved him too much that such a trait posed no threat to your relationship. 

"You're what's wrong, acting all innocent like that. Did you fucking believe for a second that I wouldn't find out!?" Bakugou snapped at you. It was rare that he flipped out on you. His eyes were filled with different emotions, there was anger, frustration, betrayal and a hint of sadness. You had no idea what he was talking about but with the way he was looking at you, all you wanted to do was apologize.

"Katsu, what are you talking about?" you tried staying calm to not add more fuel into the fire.

"Fucking pulling that innocent shit on me again when you fucking know that you're cheating on me. Am I a fucking joke to you?" Bakugou questioned angrily. You opened your mouth to protest but the male spoke before you could do so. He let out everything he had been bottling inside without giving you a chance to say anything. But just from listening to him, you couldn't believe that he thought you were cheating on him.

"Why the fuck did you even get into a relationship with me if you already had someone else!?"

"Katsuki, I'm not cheating on you!" you said it in a loud voice that he had never heard before.

"Don't fucking lie to me! I saw it with my own fucking eyes! Being all romantic with that shitty guy in your room calling you his girl or some shit like that! You're a fucking cheater, don't you fucking talk to me ever again!" he yelled at you. Before you knew it, you threw a punch right at his face. It wasn't strong, considering you have never done anything physical before but it managed to catch him off guard. He rubbed his cheek and turned to glare at you angrily but all the words got caught up in his throat when he saw you crying. 

Tears streamed down your face and your nose was turning red from all that sniffling. You didn't even bother wiping your tears away and let them fall down on the ground.

"I told you I was practicing for a drama! I guess you were to busy not giving a fuck to listen! Do you not trust me when I said I love you.....?" your voice wavered in the end. You pulled out your phone and swiped through a few things before shoving it towards him.

"I was practicing for a drama and you out of all people should know how important it is to me! I guess our relationship is nothing if you don't even trust me. When was the last time you even told me you love me anyways?" you mumbled before turning around and leaving his room. Bakugou slowly looked at your phone, realizing that you had given him your script for the drama you will be performing in your school. He went through a few parts and saw the exact dialogue you were saying in your own room earlier that day.

How could he just jump into conclusions without confronting you? All those things you said were true. He was behaving as if he didn't trust you. He never actually voiced out how much he loved you, thinking that he was expressing it enough in his own way. Bakugou dropped your phone and rushed out of his room to see you slowly trudging towards the elevator. 

"Wait!" he called out.

"[First Name]!" Bakugou seized your wrists and pinned you against the wall. He studied your face for a while. You avoided his gaze and looked down to the ground, tear stains visible on your cheeks as you sniffled lightly.

"Fuck, I can't expect you to forgive me. But I need to tell you how fucking sorry I am. Sorry for not believing you, sorry for not listening, sorry for doubting you and fuck.....sorry that I don't say that I love you." Bakugou's head was now facing downwards, too ashamed to meet your eyes. You slowly looked up, getting a glimpse of his eyes, noting how he was so close to crying. You knew how much he struggled voicing his feelings, to see him in such a vulnerable state pained you.

"Katsuki....."

"Don't fucking leave me, [First Name]. I love you. I love you so goddamn much." his grip around your wrist was stong but it was trembling. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his back and rubbing it in a motherly manner.

"It's okay. I forgive you. It's just a misunderstanding.....It happens in relationships." you managed to smile a bit, patting his back like how a mother would do with her own child. He buried his face onto your neck, wrapping his arms around you tightly as if you'd disappear any second.

You weren't sure how long the two of you had been standing there but it was starting to get a bit awkward. Lucky for you, not one went to check up on Bakugou and if they did come, he could just yell and tell them to fuck off or something. It was starting to get a bit late too, it would take some time for you to get back to your dorms.

"Katsuki.....it's late, I gotta go back." you mumbled softly into his ear. The male grunted against your neck and refused to budge, in fact, his grip got a bit tighter but not till it felt like you were suffocating.

"Katsu, you gotta let go."

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not letting go." he growled lightly.

"But I gotta go home before it gets too late, you know." you pouted.

"Just stay here." he grumbled.

"Don't be unreasonable, Katsuki. I don't think they'll agree to having an outsider like me stay here. Where am I gonna stay anyway?" you said. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, carrying you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Katsuki!" you squeaked in embarrassment, hands grabbing at the back of his shirt as he began walking towards his room. You covered your eyes out of embarrassment and felt Bakugou set you down on his bed. The ash blonde crawled in next to you on his bed. 

"Just stay here." he said, slinging an arm over your body and shifting closer. You sighed, giving him a small smile as you kissed his cheek.

"Fine. But you're taking full responsibility of me." you huffed at him. This side of him was rather cute but annoying at the same time. You never thought he would be the clingy type. Normally, you would be the one to initiate all these cheesy shit — as Bakugou always said. But how could you just deny him when he was being so cute?

Total: 3344 words Published: 31.08.2019

So, I tried to use my phone to type this whole scenario and it was hell. At least to me, it felt like hell. I had been sick so my nose was extremely stuffy when I typed this. So that probably resulted in this angsty piece of work! Apologies for not making it fluffy but at least the ending was nice?? Please don't hit me ― author Hibiki/Lou

Completely shocked by the amount of red squiggly lines present in this request Lou had typed. Lou + phone = no order and two times the typos. She works faster though? Maybe it's because there are no distractions? Anyway, thank you for requesting, sorry that this turned out to be angsty.....― author Natsuki

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

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[jjfantasy]

Just another day

I struggled and I struggled and I did it due to @edenofalltrades's cheerleading. <3 Thank You again, you're the best.

For “Please don’t make me socialize.” Tumblr prompt from Ale. Hope you like it.

Link to AO3 (x).

One day later so... Happy Cheap Chocolate Day!

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Rey groaned miserably and plopped to Finn’s bed, twisting and turning. She faked wailing and covered herself with a blanket, but couldn’t stop a giggle when her roommate looked at her with disapproval from his bathroom.

„Can you stop that?” Finn scoffed, buttoning a checkered shirt.

Rey peeked from under the blanket. „Please, don’t make me socialize. You know I’m bad at it.”

Finn shook his head. „I’m well aware, we both are as befits engineering students.”

Another lament sounded from under the blankets. „Then why are we doing this?”

„I want you to meet Rose, it’s time,” he admitted and returned to the bathroom.

Rey stuck her nose in the air and followed him. „Why on Valentine’s Day though? This seems like the least romantic idea ever,” she asked and sat down on the closed toilet.

„Believe me, she doesn’t mind. She’s actually looking forward meeting you,” her friend answered weirdly, his gaze avoiding her hard stare in the mirror.

„Finn,” Rey warned, knowing her best friend all too well. „What’s the catch?”

He rolled his eyes and walked past Rey back to his tiny room. It was the only type of apartment two working students could afford. „There’s no catch,” Finn said quickly. „Remember what you said yesterday?”

Rey’s nose crinkled. „That even my brother’s got a date on Valentine’s and I don’t?”

Finn leaned over the windowsill and took a peek at the street, searching for a taxi he ordered. „Yup.”

„What’s wrong with it? I’m happy for Ben. I mean, I happen to know Archie Hux, he’s a great aircraft architect but hell must’ve froze if my brother has a date,” Rey accented on the last part. „Thanks, peanut, but I don’t need a pity party.”

Her best friend grabbed the keys from the desk and walked over to the coat hanger. „Look, sunshine, it’s totally up to you,” Finn sighed and put on his brown leather jacket. „You’re the one making a big deal out of it. I’m not asking you to chaperone a dinner by candlelight, it’s just a beer at Jimmy’s. No pity party.”

A sound of car horn reached the living room.

„You comin’?” Finn asked one, last time and opened the front door.

Rey narrowed her eyes. „Well, I do feel like onion rings, anyway,” she admitted and ran to her room. „Gonna change real quick.”

It was Finn’s turn to groan. He knew her ‘quick’ style, thank you very much.

-

„I should’ve gone with jeans instead of a dress,” Rey grimaced when she stepped out of the taxi. She peeked inside the pub through the windows and found people inside weren’t dressed much different than on a regular night.

Finn stood up behind her and put his wallet inside his jacket. „You’re fine. I’m just happy we finally got here. There’s Rose,” he said and pointed to a petite, dark-haired girl on the other side of the bar.

Rey was about to remark how cute Rose is when she shrieked, „FINN LUCAS YOUNG.”

Rose wasn’t sitting alone. On the other side of her table was sitting a well-built, dark-haired man. Rey was able to see his back only, but Rose seemed very much entertained with the story he was telling, gesticulating vividly with each word.

„Goddammit, I will kill you, I knew it! I walked into this blind date like a lamb into slaughter,” Rey spat and hit Finn’s thigh with her small purse.

Finn put his palms over Rey’s shoulders as she shook with rage. „Calm down, it’s not a date I swear.”

„Does he know about it?” Rey asked wryly and nodded towards the bar, tightening the coat around her.

„He doesn’t know you’re coming,” Finn breathed, a little tired by his friend’s mood. „You decided last second to go, remember?”

Rey made a sour face. „Well, if you put it like that.”

„Listen,” Finn started and lowered his hands. „Poe’s great, believe me. He really saved my ass last month, lending me his notes for the physics test. That’s how I met him, he’s your mother’s new assistant.”

„Great, he knows my mother?” Rey grunted, interrupting him. „I need a drink right now.”

„Don’t worry, first round is on me,” he reassured her.

„You better.”

Then his look softened. „Just between you and me, please don’t bring it up. His co-pilot died in a crash a couple weeks ago, he needs all the distractions.”

Rey looked terrified. „No! The controller's malfunction?”

„That one,” Finn confirmed. „We good?”

„Good,” she whispered, feeling like a total bitch, and followed him into the crowded pub.

It was loud and foggy inside, and their usual table was pushed to the side to make room for a dance floor in front of the live band playing. Rey winced as she walked by - the things people did for Valentine’s day. The fanciest way she ever celebrated it must’ve been drinking a whole box of wine with her ex, behind old swimming hall in the hole of a town she and Finn grew up in.

Valentine’s - it just wasn’t her thing. Her head turned towards the table, where Finn’s friends were sitting at in a company of beer mugs. Now that could be her thing, she thought and watched them talk happily.

Her eyes focused on Finn’s girlfriend as they approached them. At first, Rey ignored the male friend, less torn about his presence, more wanting to give full attention to Rose. After all, she heard so much about her and in all honesty Rey was just as curious to meet her.

Finn leaned over the table to give a quick kiss on Rose’s cheek and made space for the girls to meet.

„Hi!” the smaller woman squealed and clapped her hands, before pulling Rey into a hug. „Thanks for coming, I’ve heard so much about you from Finn.”

Rey almost choked due to the amount of strength this little person put into the hug, however, felt genuinely delighted with this warm welcome. „Thank you. Same to you,” she creaked and gesticulated awkwardly.

Then she looked to her right where Finn greeted Poe with a bear hug and a couple of pats on the back.

She hated everything and everyone in that moment, fully aware she froze while gawking at the man. It was typical for a military man to be well-built but this one was ridiculously handsome to it. Rey found herself quickly studying his face with a verdict of liking it and liking it a lot.

Poe approached her, tactfully ignoring her weirdness. „Hi, I’m Poe,” he introduced himself and extended a hand towards her. „Poe Dameron.”

„Rey Solo,” she managed to reply while shaking his hand. Was she smiling? It felt like she put everything into it, yet somehow she wasn’t sure.

„I know,” he replied and smiled widely at her, „Finn told me about you too.”

Rey shot a dirty look towards her best friend.

„What?” he asked and put up hands, „We’re friends since we’ve been 7, we’re flatmates, you’re a big part of my life, shoot me.”

„I just hope you didn’t share the embarrassing parts,” Rey warned and sat next to Rose, who made space for her by moving to the other seat.

„Don’t worry, the night’s still young and believe me, these stories are the best,” Finn grinned and winked at Rose, who giggled and covered her mouth.

Poe cleared his throat and rolled up the sleeves of his cream shirt. „Can I get you anything to drink, girls?”

Rose raised her half-full glass. „I’m still good, thanks.”

„Rey?”

„Anything dark, not sweet, from the tap, thank you,” she answered and wanted to fall underground when Poe looked at her funnily, eyes narrowed and a corner of his mouth quirked up.

„I’ll join you in a second, Poe,” Finn replied and took his and Rey’s coats to a hanger.

Rey shut her eyes, eyebrows furrowed, waiting for inevitable.

„Wow,” Finn laughed. Damn him, he knew her too well. „That went relatively smooth, even though you went full deer in the headlights there.”

„Shut up,” Rey spat and forced a smile at Rose, who was watching two friends with interest. When Finn joined Poe at the bar, she added, „Sorry, about that.”

Rose fixed her bean hat and smiled back at Rey. „That’s okay. You’re fun to watch, it’s like me and my sister when one of us is in a mood,” she assured.

From the moment boys came back with drinks and Rey relaxed as she poured the liquid courage into herself, the evening turned quite pleasant. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed so much. As she listened to Rose narrate how she met Finn sneaking out of student research group she was in charge of, Poe recounting his friendly quarrels with General Organa-Solo, and Finn tell about their infamous high-school shenanigans Rey thought she almost missed all of that if she decided to stay home.

„So, I heard you’re quite a pilot yourself,” Poe interjected around Rey’s third beer and leaned over the table so she could hear him in the loud local, while Finn and Rose were arguing over the names of The Care Bears.

„Uh, yeah,” Rey confirmed and bent, so their heads were really close. „I’ve got a license so I can borrow my father’s Cessna from time to time.”

Poe’s eyes widened. „Really? Impressive. BeeBee would love a flight with you.”

„I’m sorry?” confused Rey sputtered. „B-what?”

His eyes glistened as he chortled lightly, „My dog. He’s a weird one, loves to fly with me whenever he can ever since he was a pup. It started as a joke, but believe me, the look of indescribable happiness he has whenever I can take him with me... You just have to see it.”

„I’d like that,” Rey giggled and dared herself look directly into his warm, chocolate eyes. „I love dogs, never was allowed to have one, though.”

„Why not?” Poe asked curiously and ran a hand through his black hair. Rey’s gaze followed his movement and suddenly her hands itched.

Rey shrugged before answering, „My brother was allowed a hamster for a test when he was 14 and I was 6.”

„And?”

„Let’s just say it did not go well, my father was very unhappy having to organize a hamster funeral two weeks later.”

Poe hissed, „Ouch, poor fella.”

They easily continued their conversation until around 1 A.M. Poe looked at his wristwatch. „I really need to run, let my furry friend out before I find a present on my carpet.”

„Oh, sure,” Rey breathed, suppressing a growing disappointment inside her chest. „I think I’ll leave soon too,” she continued and nodded towards their friends. Rose was now comfortably sitting in Finn’s lap, as they were sharing a slow kiss.

Finn heard her alright though and broke from Rose. „Do you want us to go with you, Rey?”

Rey shook her head. She didn’t mean to interrupt them, and she knew how Finn was always concerned with her safety. „No, thanks, I’ll catch a cab.”

„We can catch a cab together?” Poe offered as he helped Rey put on a coat. „As far as I remember I live only three blocks down from you.”

„Thanks, man,” Finn said and he and Rose stood up to say their goodbyes.

Rey did not understand why, but when she and Poe left the pub heavy silence fell between them. As they waited for their taxi, she tried starting the conversation anew but failed to get the words out.

10 minutes later they were sitting in the back of the car when Rey allowed herself to take a peek at Poe. He was looking out the window as if contemplating over something intensively.

„So, hey,” Rey forced herself to talk, causing his head to turn in her direction. „Thanks for the beer, if BeeBee would like to be my passenger-”

„Can I kiss you?” he blurted out, completely stunning Rey.

Rey blinked a couple of times, wondering if she heard him correctly. „I’m sorry?”

„Would you allow me to kiss you right now?” Poe repeated slowly, but with more confidence.

„Yes,” was the only thing Rey managed to breathe before he got closer.

She clung to him, allowing herself to support her hands on his shoulders, as his mouth closed on hers. He cupped her left cheek in his palm and pressed his body into hers. They struggled a bit with the position until Poe was pushed back to his seat, Rey at his side, no space between them.

The faintest of moans came from both of them and a thought that she was hitting all the cliches that night fled through Rey’s mind. The confusing part was she was loving it.

Just when Rey tilted her head to give Poe better access the taxi stopped at her address.

„I’d ask you to come up with me, but I know you’ve got a friend waiting for you at home,” Rey said and handed the driver her part of the payment, smiling softly at a breathy Poe.

„Yeah,” Poe managed to say, looking like a walk in this freezing temperature could do him a solid. „I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Rey was already out the door and answered him through the lowered window, „You don’t have my number.”

Poe waved his phone in front of him, „Trust me, by the morning I’ll have it.”

She laughed and waved as the cab drove off.

Valentine’s Day, who knew?

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Blood Is Not The Only Game In Town

Natasha, having nothing better to do this evening, has found themselves making a game of ‘what is the pervert after.’ Again. Most likely, he's been aiming for their chest, not as if the man in questions has made much progress but the general swing of those paws and his almost focused eyesight at their chest are good indicators. Of course, the way they are leaning against the bar with their hips out, the target could be their ass. It is a fine ass.

Currently, it’s the bonus round: is he aware that his attempts at stilted conversation in no way hide his true purpose. His random laughing at what, they assume, are supposed to be jokes, not squashed alphabet soup, implies that no he does not.

After some more jokes, something finally seems to click in that booze drowning noggin of his, as the man straightens and furiously blinks at them. “So da you a girl or a boi?”

There is no suppressing the quirk of their sultry sangria painted lips, because this part, this is the part where they get to put on a bit of a show. They widen their smile into a predatory grin showing off a pair of pearly fangs. “Neither. I’m a vampire.”

(Cut. Mobile Beware.)

There is the polite pause for the punch line because a vampire existing in reality always seems to short circuit most mortals brain. Something that exists that humanity never seems to comprehend. An impossibility, their brain always reasons. Yet the man has lost the patience for that some bottles ago and instead just scrunches his nose.

“Iss joke?”

“Wanna test that theory and step out for a bite?” They softly snap their teeth driving in the point and giggle when he rapidly shakes his head, backs up, missing the stool and falling flat on his butt. Yet they hardly snort at the man’s comic retreat because that brings them back to the reason they entered the bar in the first place. Boredom.

When the Thirteenth offered to turn them all that filled their mind was the power that would be gain, the possibility of flight, and the only noteworthy side-effect was losing the ability to eat. Not that food was ever a major priority for them, and they do prefer blood. It’s both quick and efficient. But the boredom. The boredom. Damn him for never mentioning the fucking boredom.

“Please Ty. I don’t want too.”

Natasha tipped their head, trying to filter out the crap for that nugget of something-fucking finally- interesting. Maybe a fight. Not that they would ever start a bar fight on purpose.

“Really, you are such a fucking embarrassment, Anthony.”

Their sight jumps from face to face, but there is nothing but gawkers and drunkards everywhere. Useless fuckers existing only to block their view of the sight. The only thing to do is stand on a table.

“I don’t care Ty. I don’t care. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the girls that prance in and out of our apartment. Sick of the boys you fuck in our bed. But mostly I’m sick of you.”

Natasha hears a strike, and it attracts more gawkers to the scene, acting as a path for Natasha to follow.

“You worthless slut. You don’t get to talk down to me. We are leaving.”

“No! I’m not going home with you.”

There. In the corner of the room, slowly being surrounded by flesh clumps drawn to the same spectacle Natasha was, a mop of dark hair and brown eyes that almost glowed goldenly. Anthony, if they heard the name correctly, held himself taut, with his shoulder near his head but his eyes told a different story. His eyes remained defiant even as small, possible only perceived by a creature like themself, shudders shook his small frame.

“Ty. Let go. Please.”

This time the hit isn’t just a sound they picked from the crowd. Now it’s the reddening of his cheek, the iron tang smell of blood, and the smaller mortal refusing to back down. Something in that moment struck a chord within Natasha. They found a strange desire to be an actor in this ridiculous farce. It is the only reason they figured for why their in front of “Anthony” and the attacker is slumped against a wall. The wall that may have a small crack. Oops.

The crowd is apparently not as drunk as Natasha had guesstimated. Because several of the onlookers are showing beginning signs of panic. And really, they do not want to deal with those SHIELD nimrods. Clint was fine and sometimes Coulson, but they weren’t always that lucky. Mostly they’re never that lucky.

“Come. We need to leave.”

Anthony must be in shock or something. His eyes still have that ‘trapped in the light’ look. Also, blinking. A fair amount of blinking. Huh. Natasha had kinda forgotten that humans did that. They huff. More and more phones are being pulled out, although people usually take pictures sometimes there is that one square that will inevitably call the police.

They don’t even stop to think before their arm is securely wrapped around Anthony’s chest, backflipping out the window (maybe it was a wall) shielding him from the glass and running down towards the park near their apartment. Under Natasha’s least hated tree, they dumb the boy onto the grass. He still doing that dazed blinking thing.

“Anthony? You okay? Should I steal something for you?”

“Tony. Don’t call me Anthony. Or Mr. Stark. Please. I just- No. Okay.”

Tony has curled into one of the smallest balls Natasha has ever seen. It reminds them of a kitten abandoned by its mother. They are rather fond of cats. But Tony isn’t a pet. He is a wild animal and needs to go home. They nudge their foot against Tony’s leg. He flinches. They bite the inside of their cheek. “Can I walk or carry you home?”

He laughs. And laughs. The pitch dancing wildly around them. Ending with a hitched breath and a soft sob. “I live with the bastard. I- I don’t have anywhere to go. I’ve been abandoned. By everybody.” There is another soft sob from Tony. “Isn’t that the funniest thing you ever heard?”

“No.”

“No? Do you pity me then?”

“No. I’ve been abandoned too. It happens.”

Tony uncurls from his ball. His eyes are wet from the tears that are still silently rolling down his face. Natasha's impressed. They didn’t think that it was possible for someone to cry while making no sound. They never managed that. All they could do was bury it all. Even the metaphorical bleeding.

He pushes himself up, sitting on his knees. The iron is back in those Bambi eyes, and Natasha finds themself genuinely curious to hear what the mortal will say. “Could you please do me a favor?”

They purse their lips and bunch their eyebrows even as they tingle in anticipation. “It depends. The devil is in the details.”

“True,” Tony smirks. “My son is back at the apartment. Could you please help me save him? I cannot abandon him. I will not abandon him.”

Not quite what they were expecting. Maybe a little revenge. Some maiming would have been fun. But a child. What a surprise. Natasha hadn’t figured Tony as the child rearing type. Nor that he was even old enough to have his own. “Isn’t sixteen a little young to be having a baby?”

“I’m twenty-one.” He bites and huffs and pouts. “And my kid is three, almost four, thank you very much.”

Natasha smiles offering a hand for Tony to lift himself up. They figured no more surprise. What were the chances that the same mortal would surprise them, not twice but three times? But damn. Was Dum-E, Tony’s only son, one hell of a surprise. They might have cursed a little, inside their head of course, when Tony made the introductions. But he didn’t have to know that.

Although, Natasha would never have considered a giant metal arm to be anyone’s child. Tony insisted that it had some form of artificial intelligence. And they had seen books about the concept. Yet artificial intelligence had always sounded a little too much like a conman’s newest game.

They had even spent an entire moment considering if Tony’s whole night was some trick, a misguided attempt to find the Thirteenth, but Natasha had never seen or heard so much love before. Tony loved Dum-E fiercely. You’d have to be incredibly stupid or oblivious or both to miss it. He cooed at the arm, petted it like it was alive, and talked it through it’s ‘anxiety’ as they loaded into a stolen van.

Driving to their apartment, Natasha had only asked if the metal arm really understood what was happening and what Tony was saying. That prompted him to launch a lecture regarding modern technology, computers, and artificial intelligence. They understood nothing, not even where to nod. But Tony was in some far off world and hardly noticed.

Probably not a trick.

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“Okay. Fine. But did ya have to bring the two strays here? To our real apartment.”

Natasha rolls their eyes. “Tony and Dum-E are not strays. They’re my new cats.”

“They are wild animals.”

“That I’ve domesticated. You’ll love the both of them. Dum-E likes to play fetch, and Tony has the most beautiful purr.”

“No, Natasha.”

They pout. Tilting their head in a way they know most perceive as fragile. Probably is that the two of them have known each other far too long. In the end, all they get for their trouble is a snort and a roll of his hand indicating for them to move the act along. “You got both Steve and Sam. I don’t see why I can’t have my Tony and Dum-E.”

“That’s different. And you know that Natasha.” He scrunches his nose and shakes his head. “And Sam is not my anything. Steve picked that one up all on his own. Fucking bird brain.”

“So Steve gets his pet, and I don’t.”

“It’s too dangerous.” He growls low and demanding. He tries to use his position as their “Father.” There isn’t anything they can do against him. But that doesn't stop them from letting the red bleed into their eyes covering the color they’ve had since birth, an unusually glowing green color.

His eyes flinch away. There is always so much guilt when they transform their eyes. Some sort of reminder that Natasha never understood. Why turn them if he was going to hold all that guilt? However, they never saw his eyes any color but gray. Gray like the day they both met, with all that snow. When they thought they would become the snow.

Now he's just staring at them. Now they are just staring back. It would probably have continued if a voice hadn’t spoken up.

“If it’s about the both of you being supernaturals, I don’t care. And I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

He smiles warmly, a farce if ever they saw one, at Tony trying to appear human. Yet coming off more as a predator than if he just acted naturally. Not surprising since the man had never been anything close to human. “I’m not-”

“The redhead who, at most is a hundred and twenty pounds, easily pushed a two hundred pound man into a wall, lifted someone of similar weight, and backflipped through a concrete wall. Of course, even if you ignore all that, her-”

“They, if you please.” Natasha blows a kiss at Tony.

“If you ignore all that, even their entire presence screams danger. And then there is you. Stand against them like you would ultimately be the winner in the fight. You have to be so stupid to ignore that and think ‘Oh, my. These are some strange people I’ve met.’” Tony finishes with a snort.

It doesn’t stop there. Tony doesn’t back down. Just like before. It is exciting. Exciting! They hear Thirteenth’s heart spike. It takes all their control not to smile wide with all their teeth. They can see it now clearly written on Thirteenth’s face. Desire. Something that is entirely new for them. Desire is something that is so very mortal. An urge that quickly dies away when death is no longer a fathomable concept. For the most part, Thirteenth made decisions as if he had a checklist to complete. Steve was one check, and Natasha knows she was another. Sam and Clint were probably on this imaginary list as well.

Tony was different. They knew Tony was different.

It’s exciting. Unexpected. Oh, they lusted after the unexpected.

“Fine. You can stay the night. Only the night.” Thirteenth growls out each word. Then looking away. Trying pull of an act of apathy, disinterest in Tony. Hardly works with the way his body is vibrating.

“Can I get your names before you dash into the night?”

Thirteenth hesitates.

It’s clear that giving Tony both their names would be reckless, creating a connection. Really they almost felt pity for Thirteenth. “I’m Natasha.” They gestured at Thirteenth, just a beat away from naming him. Watching his horror as he is forced to form a relationship with Tony.

“James. Call me James, Tony.”

“Okay, then. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

James. . . leaves. Natasha follows. It’s been a long time since they wanted to pull him apart with their eyes. “James, huh.”

“Yeah.”

“You told me to call you Winter. Steve calls you Bucky. Sam says, Hobo. Yet Tony gets James.”

“So?”

“It’s a name.”

“Yeah, it is.” He reveals nothing. It’s irritating but ultimately the game they both must play.

“You know, by human standards, Tony is completely legal.”

James. James actually blushes. Red checks. Red ears. Downcast eyes. Actual embarrassment. “Shut up.”

Best night. They can’t wait to tell Clint all the gossipy details.

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