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Jeon Wonwoo - Seventeen

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~8.7k

Pairing: Wonwoo x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Fluff, Smut, Acquaintances-to-Lovers, This One Actually Has Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Minor Background Character Gets Shot (Wow! Plot), Pet Names (Pretty, Pretty Girl, Princess, etc.), Daddy Kink (oops), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (F! Receiving), Wall Sex, Marking/Biting, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!)

Author's Note: This one has way more actual story than Hoshi's and Woozi's. Wonwoo tends to need time to warm up to people, so I didn't feel like I should do a quick one-night stand deal with him. So, I wrote in some story so he and the reader weren't total strangers.

-> Hoshi's <-

-> Woozi's <-

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"You have GOT to be kidding me…" You grumbled, huffing a few harsh breaths, and trying again. There was something stuck under the sand, and you really wanted to see if it was worth anything. However, every time you got close to brushing enough sand from the surface to see the logo, a gust of wind would cover it back up again. Adjusting your head covering over your mouth again so you got no sand in your mouth, you also brushed off your goggles of the fine particles sticking to it. You were starting to work up a sweat, the blowing dust and sand mixed with the perspiration and was coating you in a horribly scratchy paste. Whatever was under the sand was big, and that was what you were looking for. However, you really needed to determine the make and model of the crashed ship to determine if it was worth reporting for salvage.

"Finally!" You groaned, getting the metal brushed clean. You quickly snapped a photo with your holo-tracker, the blue paint still relatively solid, enough to identify. The device spun, trying to connect to the extranet and you clicked your tongue as it took for seemingly forever.

"What?!" You swore multiple times when the device flashed, 'no results found'. Maybe you could show it to someone at the Assembly office that would know something. You already had a few pictures and coordinates of a few smaller wrecks you could report, but they probably wouldn't grant very many credits. This thing was huge though, so at least the scrap metal would be worth something. Another blast of wind nearly knocked you over as you stood back up, trying to climb out of the small crater to get back to your rover. The crappy thing about wrecks on Sierra-Vector-Tango, since the entire planet was a desert, is that they were quickly covered by sand; even if they created massive craters when they fell to the surface. However, that meant more money for finding salvage than some other planets. Bad thing? Sand worms. Their saliva got into the particles and could make it acidic, which made digging through the sand more dangerous. This, once again, caused the number of credits to be higher.

"Let’s go back for now." You jerked back with your whole body weight as you pulled the handle for the door of your rover. It finally opened and you huffed, throwing the end of your head scarf aggressively to wrap it around your neck better. Crawling up and into your rover, you rested back in the seat, trying to catch your breath. Pressing the button to start the vehicle it roared to life and the air conditioning flared to life and you just sat in the cooling air for a few minutes.

"Water!" You gasped dramatically, grabbing your canteen from the passenger seat, and drinking so aggressively the liquid spilled out of your mouth some.

"For fuck's sake…" You groaned hard, the water mixing with the layer of sand on your skin, thickening it.

"I need a real shower, with water." Shifting the gear of the rover, you started to drive back to the main road so you could start heading to the nearest Assembly office. It would be about an hour to Drent, and a little under two for Jaron, but you really didn't like going to Drent. Not only did it have the name of some dude-bro fuck boy, but it was also full of them too. Drent had one of the biggest…adult establishments in that quadrant. Not only did they have sexy blue alien ladies dancing on tables, but it also allowed you to sleep with them. Last time you went you nearly got mugged, and the guy just wanted your underwear. No thank you. Jaron was farther away, but a much nicer place and had a very old-style diner reminiscent of Terra from the 1950s. It was cool to go somewhere that was reminiscent of a time over two-hundred years in the past. Plus, they had a hotel with real water showers instead of the air-blasting kind that was more common. It would be more expensive, but worth it.

"This time I wanna rock with you~" You sang along to the song playing over the speakers, drumming your hands on the steering wheel of your rover as you got back to the main road. Turning right to go north toward Jaron, you set the auto-pilot on and plugged in the town, sitting back to watch the view as your rover drove itself. When you could start to see the sign for the town, you shut the auto-drive off and took control again. Large vehicles like yours weren't allowed in the city proper, so when you reached the entry checkpoint, you pulled off to the side and got out. The sun was setting, nearly below the horizon, stars starting to twinkle in the night sky. Getting out of the rover, you slammed the door as hard as you could to get it to shut and went around to the back. Grabbing your big pack and smaller bag, you also had a make-shift safe that you kept smaller salvage pieces in. You let it fall to the sandy ground with a thud and jumped back out. Keying in the code on the side, the rover beeped as it locked, and you headed to the entry booth.

"How old is your rover?" The kid at the booth was at the most eighteen, and his condescending tone was completely unnecessary.

"Doesn't matter." You tried not to steer, slapping your credit chit on the counter and he slotted it into the console. He really had no room to talk, his setup was just as old if not more so than you rover. Sliding the chit back out, he grabbed a small holo-disc and let the machine stamp it with the time and date.

"Thank you." You emphasized with fake kindness, and he rolled his eyes as he let you into the town. You let the parking disc fall into your bag along with your credit chit and started to head down the road. Your 'safe' was basically a suitcase that you made more secure and added a few locks to, so you could roll it behind you. The wheels thunked over the creases of the pavement and you wondered why the town was so dead. At that time, most people would be milling about after supper and going to bars and such. As you passed a store, you saw a sign blinking on the glass advertising some kind of political rally, must be where everyone was at. At least the hotel was still being manned, though you weren't sure the old man behind the counter was even still alive.

"Hello, dearie." He smiled up at you, wrinkles so prominent his eyes nearly disappeared.

"Hello, sir. Can I get a single room for…" You thought, sucking air through the side of your mouth in thought, "how much is four nights?"

"At 250 credits a night, that would be about a thousand…If you stay one more night, I will keep it that price?"

"Sweet! Thanks!" You smiled back, digging through your bag to look for the chit once again. It was a bit pricier than you normally liked, but it was worth it to get a shower with water.

"A single bed, yes?"

"Yes, sir."

"I think we only have two-bed rooms…this one is two singles, does that work?"

"Sure!"

"Water shower?"

"Please~" You groaned, and he chuckled.

"It is quite slow today for the rally, so I do not think any restaurants are delivering…" The old man worked faster than you thought he would and when he slid the chit back to you, he included the room key. It looked like a glass playing card and had the room 24H-13 on it.

"It will be the second floor, take a right to the fourth hall, then its room thirteen." The old man smiled, and you thanked him, heading for the elevator, the wheels whirling on the tile floor. Once you got to the room and inside, you put everything in the room hastily before dashing into the bathroom. After relieving yourself, you shed the extremely sandy clothes and you noticed what looked like an old-style clothes dryer in the corner. It only had two settings, one of which was covered with a piece of tape and the handwritten words, ‘FOR SAND,' on it.

"Perfect." You shrugged and shoved all of your clothes in the drum, shutting the door, and letting it spin and get rid of the dust and grit.

"Oh~" You hummed in delight when you saw the water heating panel on the wall. You plugged in the best temperature and the water immediately came out perfect. Standing under the spray, you stood for nearly ten minutes just letting the water flow over your tired body. Glancing up at the shower head, you clicked your tongue in annoyance, it was fixed on the wall without a hose…

"Need to find a guy…" you grumbled and then proceeded to actually wash up. The soaps and cleansers all smelled of Terra fruits and you wondered what they might taste like. Getting out of the shower nearly an hour later, you wrapped a towel around yourself and your hair, heading back to the main room of the hotel. Flopping onto the bed, your stomach rumbled loudly, and you sighed dramatically. No delivery…The only place that was probably open was the diner and luckily it was right next door to the Assembly office in the strip mall. It was always open since the employees of the Assembly would eat there most of the time, but they never delivered anyway. When your skin finally no longer felt wet or sticky, you put on your set of spare clothes and grabbed your smaller bag.

"Sandy." you mumbled, going back to the bathroom, taking your now sand-free clothes out. Taking everything out of your bag and setting it on top of the machine, you put your bag in to get the sand off and while you waited, put your boots back on. As it continued, you brushed your hair out and braided it again. Looking at your face, you had a slight tan line from your goggles, but it was nearly unnoticeable thanks to your head scarf covering most of the rest of your face. The machine dinged and you retrieved the satchel, putting everything back and making sure you had your chit and keycard, you left the hotel room to go get supper. Waving to the old man at the desk, you dashed out to the street and jogged down the sidewalk. The rally was still going, you could hear the shouting and cheers in the distance. Must have been a more local election or campaign because you didn't recognize the politician on the flyer. Most of the store fronts were closed, even as you turned the corner to get to the main street. In the distance, you saw the light pouring out of the windows of the Assembly office and the diner, shining like a beacon among the darkened stores surrounding it. Like a good child, you looked both ways before you crossed the road, despite there not being anything or anyone nearby. The doors slid open when you approached the office and the guy behind the counter looked up lazily from where he was counting something at the desk.

"Can I help you?" He sounded very tired. You dug in your bag once again and pulled out your credit chit as well as your ID so he could see you were a legit scavenger, but also a freelancer. Freelancers actually tended to get more money than their own employees because they didn't have to pay benefits and all that other stuff.

"I'll let the Salvage Officer know you're here." The guy handed you your stuff back and you went to sit in the empty waiting area. Tapping your toe on the floor, you could look into the entrance of the diner through the windows and door inside the office. There was only one or two customers inside and just one waitress. There was a guy sitting in the back corner, thin glasses perched on the end of his nose as he read. A paper book? Who had physical books anymore?

"(Y/N)." Your name was called by a familiar voice, and you smiled at the owner.

"Junmyeon!" He motioned with his head, and you followed him into his personal office.

"Didn't know you were working here now." You sat in front of his desk, and he chuckled, relaxing back into his office chair.

"I just transferred. What have you found?" He took the holo-tracker from you when you handed it over and plugged it into his console.

"Most of them are small…" You dimpled the corner of your mouth, looking at the monitor the best you could from your angle. He shifted the screen so you could see better, and you pointed to different marks and gave more details.

"What one is this?" He was looking at the blue logo and you shrugged.

"I have no idea; it was huge though. Looked like a Meteor-class size ship, maybe bigger. It was totally covered and left a huge crater." You emphasized with hand motions, and he panned the picture out to get the measurements before he tapped the logo so the computer could analyze it. As it spun you dug through your bag, looking to see if you had lip balm or something. You didn't notice your business friend simply watching you, more like staring. His eyes flashed to your lips as you painted the balm on your lips with your ring finger. When the console dinged, it brought both of your attention back to the machine.

"Oh, wow." He leaned in to read the information.

"I need to make some calls, can you come back in a few hours?" He looked at you and you nodded, standing.

"I can grab something to eat in the meantime!" You waved goodbye and didn't even notice when he tried to call after you. Heading back to the front of the office, you went to the door leading to the diner and the door slid open with a ding.

"Just you, girlie?" The older waitress called from behind the counter, and you nodded, going to sit at said counter.

"What can I get for you?" she asked, sassily chewing her gum. You looked over the menu and made your choice, pulling out your holo-tracker to play a game as you waited for your food. You glanced over to the back corner over your shoulder, looking at the guy reading.

"Who is that?" you asked the waitress when she came back with your drink.

"He's been hanging around here for a few days. I'm not sure what he's doing, but I know he's waiting for something. The secretary in the office might know." She nodded back to where you had been, and you told her you would be right back. Leaving your bag on your stool to save your spot, you jogged back into the office and the guy at the desk cast you a tired glance.

"Who is that guy?" You pointed toward the back corner, leaning your elbows on the ledge of the front desk.

"He's a bounty hunter of some sort I believe. He is looking for someone for some reason, is waiting there for leads. He's offering money for any information." He shrugged and you nodded in acknowledgement and headed back to the eatery. Your food was ready by the time you got back, and the waitress chuckled at how fast you shoveled it in. When you were done, you handed her your chit and meandered on over to the guy.

"I heard you're looking for someone?" You started casually and he looked up at you over his glasses and your eyes widened. He was freaking gorgeous. His left eye was highlighted red, it seemed he had some kind of hologram-like contact in it or something. His black hair was styled half up, his bangs resting over his brow. He had a few ear piercings, his left nostril had a simple loop ring, and a matching one in the middle of his bottom lip. A chain hung around his neck with a pendant on the end that was some kind of upside-down triangle design. He simply hummed in response and put a slip of paper in his book and shut it, taking his glasses off. You sat on the end of the booth, a big gap between the two of you since he was sitting in the corner of the circular seat. He slid his holo-tracker across the table showing you a blurry image from some kind of security feed. It was a person, that was about all you could tell, and they had a hood up over their head and only the bottom part of their face was visible.

"This it?" You looked back at him, and he was sitting there stiffly, just looking at you. He was really hot, actually. He had on a tan, old-style button up with the top few buttons undone. His pants were a brown leather of some kind, and he had a belt on with an attached thigh-holster that held a pistol blaster.

"They stole some schematics. I need them back more than to find the person." He tapped the screen as he looked at it upside down and it showed a second image. The person had a cylinder with a strap hung over their back.

"It’s a set of old maps, they were stolen from the archives at the museum in the Capital." he explained and you slid your finger over the full image, zooming out to see the area.

"You a bounty hunter?" You slid the holo-tracker back to him and he put it back in his pocket.

"Not really. I'm a Ranger."

"You're a Ranger!?" You perked up and he seemed taken aback by your sudden excitement. Rangers were a small and elite group, they were essentially vigilantes, freelancers. They tended to do more things like rescues or arrests, or other odd jobs. They had a pretty strict rule of not killing.

"So, you want the maps but don't need the thief?"

"Yes. I would be nice to get both, though."

"Hm. I'll ask around and see, I travel quite a bit-"

"Scavenger?"

"Y-yeah." You chuckled nervously under his intense gaze.

"Be careful out there, if you get a lead, message me." He got his tracker back out and you scanned his with yours to save his ID.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"Wonwoo…"

"(Y/N)." You smiled and got up from the booth, going to retrieve your chit.

"I'll let you know!" You grinned and waved goodbye, heading back in. Your timing was perfect because Junmyeon was finished and he told you the first wrecks weren't worth a whole lot, but the last one was.

"Two million credits?!" You balked at the number.

"Yeah. Seems it was some kind of cargo vessel, and they think it might still have all of the packages on it still. You could get even more depending on what's inside." He smiled at your gawk, and you finally shut your mouth.

"Woah."

"I can get you the two million now-"

"Really!?"

"Yes." He chuckled and you dug your chit back out and he slid it into the console so he could transfer the credits.

"Shit…" you whispered, your hand shaking a bit as you took the chit back.

"Are…you staying in a hotel tonight?" Junmyeon asked as you scrolled on your holo-tracker, admiring the giant number registered in your account.

"Yeah! I might upgrade my room~" You giggled, and he took a breath, trying to psych himself up, but no words came out before you stood to leave.

"Thanks, Myeon! I'll make sure to come here when I can, kay?" You waved goodbye and he sighed as you dashed out of his office. As you left to head back to your hotel, you saw that Wonwoo had left his booth and you wondered why. Getting outside, you realized the rally had gotten out, floods of people now walking the streets, a big crowd heading toward the diner.

"Ew." You sneered at the globs of people and dashed back to the hotel. When you got in the lobby, you skipped up to the front counter, ready to ding the bell and call the nice old man out for assistance.

"Oh?" Someone was sitting in the lobby, a book in his hand.

"Ran away from all the people?" You spoke a bit louder so he could hear you and he glanced up over his glasses again. His face wasn't quite so cold as before, but he wasn't smiling either.

"Yes." His tone was also lighter.

"There's about to be a bunch more. The campaign team is staying here and will be back soon." The old man had come out of the office, and you sneered as he laughed.

"Are you staying here too?" you asked Wonwoo who had put his book away and was taking his glasses off.

"I hadn't checked in yet."

"We do not have any more rooms available, sir. We just had an influx of online reservations since the rally got out so late…" The old man sighed, and you hummed.

"I have a second single bed in my room…?" You suggested, not meeting his eye as he came to stand by you. He had a small duffle over his shoulder. His eyes finally met yours, and he seemed a little nervous, but you could only see it in his eyes, past that red glowing contact.

"Is that alright with you?"

"Yes? I wouldn't have offered otherwise…" You huffed and the old man hummed.

"Here, I will get you a key as well." You both waited and when Wonwoo received the clear keycard, you both scurried to elevator, people starting to enter the lobby. Neither of you said anything till you had shut the door to the hotel room.

"Are you sure this is okay?" you asked him, he was even stiffer than before.

"Y-yes." He cleared his throat, and he went further into the room, taking the bed near the window since your stuff was on the other one. He told you he was going to shower, and you nodded as he dashed past you. Sighing, you shook away some very impure thoughts, and went to your safe, rolling it over to the bench under the clothing rack and hauling it up onto it with a grunt. It took two physical keys as well as two padlocks and a dial lock. It clicked each one open and then you were able to open it. The air seal 'shunked' as you opened it, and you carefully rested the lid on the wall so it wouldn't scratch it. Looking over your objects, you had some small crystal-like artifacts that you worried were just fakes from some kind of gift shop. You also had some intact parts for ship consoles and even jewelry. There had been just a random case you found washed up on the shore of an oasis once that had gold and silver necklaces and rings inside. It was never reported missing, so you just kept them. Other bits and pieces were inside as well, and your mind went back to the image Wonwoo had showed you. The hood was what caught your eye. The person was experienced, knowing how to hide their face from all angles, so they were probably an experienced thief. Who would want ancient maps though? Especially from Terra.

"What is all that?" His deep voice startled you; you hadn't even heard the bathroom door open. Glancing up, you swallowed hard at the sight. He had put most of his clothes back on, but his shirt was still unbuttoned, allowing you to see his toned torso. He had flopped a towel onto his head to dry his hair and was putting his glasses back on. Trying to ignore how freaking sexy he was, you cleared your throat and started to point things out. When you got to the crystals, you let him put up the one that was shaped like a pyramid.

"I don’t know if they are worth anything, they might be fakes.”

"Have you shone light through them?" he asked, and you hadn't even thought of it.

"No?" He handed it back and you dug through your bag and found your flashlight, holding it to the crystal.

"Woah!" You gasped as a map of the stars shone on the ceiling as the light passed through the crystal.

"Is it worth anything?" you asked him. It was cool but could still theoretically be from a gift shop.

"The fakes have a button to turn on the light, that's the real deal. Where did you find them?" He was buttoning his shirt up, unfortunately, picking up the three other crystals and coming to sit on his bead across from you. There was a sphere, one that looked like a big diamond and an obelisk. You handed him the flashlight and he shined it through the other ones. The sphere showed a projection of a globe, but it wasn't S.V.T or even Terra.

"Mars." he muttered, and you looked closer, recognizing the small dots over the surface as the towers that held the barrier around the planet. The diamond one lit up a bright aqua blue, but that seemed to be all it did. The obelisk projected the time and date, but it seemed to be from Mars as well.

"I found them in some cave. How the heck did they get all the way out here?"

"Were these the only things in the cave?"

"Yeah…So even though they are legit, are they worth anything?

"Hm. Maybe to a collector. I can take them to the museum when I go back-" he halted, "If you're okay with it, I'll pay you back." If he wasn't a Ranger, you would be more hesitant to allow it, because he could just pocket the money. You didn't think he would though, not with the reputation of his group at stake otherwise.

"Sure." You shrugged and he took them and put them in his own pack, and you went back to your safe and locked it up.

"Thank you for letting me stay here." He called suddenly as you tried to figure out how the holo-screen worked and what channels there were.

"Sure. I'm not a fan of big groups of people and this is the best hotel in town." You smiled at him, going to hand him the remote.

"Oh, no, you can choose. I'll just read." You nodded and didn't press to continue the conversation. While it was quiet between you two, it was companionable and before you knew it, you had drifted off the sleep, listening to some show and the flipping of his book pages. When you awoke, he was gone, but it was like ten in the morning, and there was an unread message on your holo-tracker.

Sorry I left without saying goodbye. Thank you for letting me stay in your room for the night. I am heading back to the capital for now and will get your crystal projectors estimated. Please let me know if you get any leads on the map thief. -Wonwoo

You sighed, a little disappointed he just left, but he seemed quite shy and closed off. Whatever. For the rest of the day and the next few you lazed about and did some fun things to spoil yourself after your big payout, enjoying your little vacation. Over the week afterwards you were having trouble finding anything significant and had stopped at a small tavern set up near a small oasis. You sat at the bar, laying on it dramatically. The bartender had moved the fan closer to you so it could blow straight on you as you lazily sipped from the straw in your fruity drink. You glanced casually at the entrance when another person entered, and you zeroed in on their face. They had a hood on, but that didn't mean it was for sure the person Wonwoo had been looking for. After he had gotten the money from the crystals, more than you thought but not a huge amount, he had sent you more information. It was a woman, presumably, and she was pretty tall and even always wore heeled boots. Your gaze shifted to their feet but couldn't see for sure and you couldn't even tell it was a woman. You and Wonwoo had actually been messaging some even past leads on the thief. You didn't have many friends and while he had the other rangers, he said it was nice to talk to someone new. As you sat at the bar, you watched her, pretending you weren't. You casually took out your holo-tracker and took a picture of the person as discreetly as you could, then headed out. You continued to wait and watch in your rover, ready to take a picture of their vehicle when they left. You thought you knew which one it was, but didn't know for sure, so you waited till they came back out. They got in the one you had been eyeing, and so once they headed off, you sent the two pictures and a few more details to Wonwoo. He thanked you for the update, then asked where you were. He then told you to meet him in the next town of Falko, and since you were headed there anyway…

The town was much smaller than Jaron, so there was only one small motel, so it was easy to find where he was and get to his room. He was on the first floor in room three. You knocked and barely waited before he opened it. He was…smiling. You didn't know he could do that. You forgot how gorgeous he was.

"T-thanks." You smiled bashfully and followed him inside. It seemed he had been there awhile based on everything spread out across the room. There were a few consoles set up as well as tablets and other tech.

"What's going on in here?" You motioned around the room.

"While I'm looking for the map thief, I'm also trying to get the Ranger's new communication array set up. I'm making the program myself so it can't be hacked by outside sources." Wonwoo shrugged, moving various tablets from one of the beds so you could sit down. He sat at the small desk and turned to face you. He asked a few questions about the person you saw, and you gave him more details from the pictures. It wasn't a whole lot to go on, but if it was them, then he now had their vehicle information. Before you could talk past leads on the thief, his holo-tracker went off and he read the message. He sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"My partner is coming back. It might be better if you leave." He stood to lead you out and you grimaced.

"I-It's not…I just don't want him to meet you…" He mumbled and you wanted to press the issue. His cheeks were slightly red, and he flashed another genuine smile as you left the motel room.

"I'll let you know if the lead pans out." You nodded and before you could turn and leave, he had held something out for you.

"What's this?" You took the little holo-card.

"Um…it's my address. If you are ever in Ratalla…I won't be back home for a few more days, but I should be working from there after…" Wonwoo rubbed his hands on his pants, then shoved his hands in his pockets when you noticed.

"Thanks." You gave him your own smile, then left giddily.

Nearly another month passed before you saw him in person again, but you messaged back and forth quite a lot. There was once you were near his hometown, but he wasn't there, so you missed the chance of seeing him again.

You had been meeting with a repair man in a city called Guro; your rover hadn’t been driving straight. It seemed he would need it for a few days to even determine the issue, let alone what to do after. At least you were in a place with lots of activities. You had actually gotten another half a million credits from the giant wreck you found and had more funds than you knew what to do with. As you left the shop, looking up on the extranet for the nicest hotel, someone caught your eye. Despite the heat of the desert and the midday sun, there was someone slinking around with a hood on. You watched them, eyes glancing at their feet. Heeled boots. It was also a woman, and her height matched the parameters. There was even a cylinder vessel hung over her shoulder. It was her. The area had most warehouses, and she might have been meeting a buyer, so you decided to follow her. You sent Wonwoo a message with your coordinates to see if he could send someone by as well, or better yet, call some Guards. You trotted behind her, trying to stay out of sight and remain quiet. Hiding quickly around the corner, you watched her go into an unmarked warehouse after looking around for followers. Not well enough. The thief had gone in through a large open garage door, so it made it easy for you to follow. Crouching against the wall right near the edge of the door you peered around the corner and saw she was alone, probably waiting for someone. She glanced at her holo-tracker, then went further in, toward the garage door on the opposite side that opened to a scrap yard. Looking for another hiding place, you dashed forward and hid behind a column. When you peered around though, she was gone.

"Why are you following me?" A voice called from behind you, and you spun to see the thief, holding a pistol blaster aimed at you. Your heart fell and sweat broke out on your brow. Those maps must be really valuable if this person was willing to shoot you to prevent the interruption of the hand-off.

"I-I was just trying to figure out who-" The woman pulled back the hammer on the weapon and your stomach dropped.

"Shit!" You scrambled up and tried to at least get around the column when you saw her finger going to the trigger.

"Fuck!" You slammed your back against the column, seeing a smoking scorch mark on the ground.

"(Y/N)!" a familiar voice shouted, and you were shocked by Wonwoo's presence, distracting you.

"Stupid bitch!" The thief was back behind you, and you spun to see the gun nearly at your head. You yelped when something yanked you back and you fell into a hard body. Leaning into him, you watched in terror as the woman fell back onto the ground, a hole in her head. Then you noticed not only were you breathing hard, but so was he. He spun you around to look over you, his hands on your shoulders, one going to your jaw to adjust your head so he could look you over.

"Are you okay?" He was nearly frantic, his face and tone filled with panic.

"Y-yes." You weren't sure to be more surprised by his sudden appearance or the clear worry he had for you. It made your heart thud but for a much different reason. When he had finished looking over you and determined himself you were okay, Wonwoo pulled you into a hug. You returned the embrace, more trying to comfort him than anything.

"Fuck, I was worried." He sighed right in your ear, his deep voice rumbling through you.

"You were?" He pulled back enough so he could meet your eye and huffed.

"Of course. You didn't reply when I messaged you to stay away…" His hand went back to your jaw, his thumb brushing over the skin of your cheek, which was rapidly getting warm and red. When you met his eyes again your widened, he got close again and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Are you okay?" You chuckled a bit, kind of worried. He had never shown this level of emotion before.

"Yeah." Wonwoo pulled way, petting your hair then went to the body of the woman. You tried to avoid looking at her as he took the map holder from her and soon the Guard showed up. It was another good hour or maybe two before you both were finally allowed to leave after giving statements and answering questions.

"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" he asked you as you left the warehouse district.

"Not yet. I was just about to find a hotel when I saw her…" You drifted off, pointing with your thumb in the general direction of where you just were.

"I got a crap ton of money from a wreck I found so I was going to go somewhere fancy." You smiled wide and he gave you a smaller one. Wonwoo took a step closer, looking a bit nervous, his voice had a slight waver when he spoke.

"Wanna get a room together?"

From everything after he asked that question, till your back hit the door of your hotel room, it was a blur. As soon as the door closed, he had you pressed against it, his lips swallowing yours. His big hand was at the back of your head, making sure it didn't hit the wood of the door. You had gotten one of the deluxe suites of the nice hotel, so the bedroom was separate from the living area, and there was a small kitchen even. When your lungs started to burn for more air, he finally pulled his mouth from yours. As you caught your breath, just looking at each other, Wonwoo leaned into whisper in your ear, "I'm going to fuck you on every surface in this place." He promised. Your head swam at the statement and whined.

"Please~" As soon as he got permission, he grabbed turned you around, your front pressed to the door and his nose nuzzled behind your ear. You let him do as he wished, running his hands under your thin top, starting to suck on the skin in the crook of your neck. You were a bit worried about him having to stoop over so far since he was so much taller, but if he wasn't complaining, neither would you. You could tell he was marking your skin as he licked, sucked, and nibbled over your neck and shoulders. His hands quickly got your shirt off and as his hands danced over the skin of your stomach, you toed your boots off, shoving them to the side. Before he completely removed it, Wonwoo slipped his hands under your breast band, palming the flesh, making you shiver. Undoing the latch, he took the wrap off and it fell to the floor as well. Not turning around to see for sure, you heard more fabric rustling and assumed he was removing his own top. You sighed when his arms wrapped around you, holding your back to his bare chest, the right hand cupping your left breast, and his other hand skating over your stomach. He smiled at the whining moan you let out when his hand finally went into your pants, long fingers stroking the wet patch on your panties.

"So wet, pretty girl." He kissed behind your ear, fingers tweaking your nipple.

"Wonwoo~" You whimpered when his bare fingers finally met your folds and he groaned.

"Let's see how tight you are." Every time he rumbled words in your ear, it made your whole body shiver. Sighing when his finger slid inside, he huffed, his hips twitching as your gummy walls sucked his finger in. You could feel his hardening cock through his pants, pressing into your back side. When Wonwoo added a second finger, crooking them up and pressing hard into your back wall, your legs buckled, and the only reason you didn't fall was his arms around you.

"Need to get your pussy ready for me, pretty." He smiled against your neck when your groan faded into a whine.

"Fuck~" You practically cried as his palm dug into your clit and you were already close.

"No!" You gasped when his fingers left right as you were getting to the edge.

"Wonwoo?" He had pulled away entirely, you only knew he was still behind you because his hands were on the waist band of your pants. He pulled them along with your underwear down and kneeled behind you, helping you get them off without falling over.

"Hold on, pretty girl." While you weren’t sure what he was about to do, your fingers dug futilely into the wood of the door. Your breath escaped you when he, without real warning, shoved his tongue into your cunt, his thumb flicking your clit. Your legs immediately began to shake, a mewl escaping with each rapid breath. You were done for when his lips sealed around your clit, barely flicking with his tongue, and your nails dug into the wood as you released on his tongue. He chuckled, your cunt dripping release onto the floor.

"Gonna have to clean this place good…" You joked, breathless and he laughed harder. Wonwoo hummed, standing back up. There was more shuffling as you rested against the door panting. You sighed when his arms came back to you, pulling you back into his now completely naked body. His cock was wedged in the crook of your ass, and you swore under your breath, why was he so freaking big? He was tall and his shoulders were broad, and apparently had to have a fat cock as well.

"Fuck!" You groaned when the head of his cock went to the entrance of your core. One of his arms wrapped around your ribs, the hand resting under your breast, and the other was at your hip.

"Ready?" His tone had shifted, it was playful and cocky, a slight laugh accompanied the word.

"Please!" You gasped as he started to push in, your legs shook as his dick stretched you open. You hadn't been fucked in a long time, and longer still fucked good. You panted out little whines as he kept filling you, and it seemed like he was going to end up in your throat. Your whole body was trembling when he finally bottomed out, his strong hips pressed against your ass.

"God, your cunt feels so good, princess." His groan rumbled through both of you. You couldn't see, but his head was thrown back, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to get used to how tight you were. When he realized you were on your tip toes trying to compensate for the height difference, he shifted to ease the strain. He backed up so you could lean forward more, and he angled his hips down. Your feet were no longer burning, and his new angle seemed to get him even deeper somehow. Your cunt was burning too, trying to accommodate his size, slick walls fluttering from the stimulation. He had still barely moved, letting you adjust, but you were growing close again.

"Move…" Your request was so quiet. You were trying not to moan like a bitch in heat even though that was exactly how you felt.

"Slow? Fast?"

"Fuck- Wonwoo, just-" He pulled out about halfway and thrust back in, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. You both moaned, his hands left their original positions to grip the flesh of your ass and he chuckled when you nearly sobbed as he started. Only pulling out part of the way, he would fuck back into you hard, grinding his pubic bone into you each time.

"Fucking hell, Wonwoo~" You ended up back on your toes just from the pleasure and you hoped they wouldn't fine you too bad for the scratches your nails were carving into the wood. All your breath got fucked out of you when he finally gave a full thrust, your orgasm slamming into you.

"Shit-" Wonwoo grunted when your already tight cunt squeezed him even more, he had to slow down just to keep himself from cumming as well. He smirked, watching your fingers twitch as you clawed the door, your head flopped forward between your shoulders.

"No, no, no!" You babbled as he pulled out all the way, huffing in amusement at your whining.

"Come here, pretty." Wonwoo easily lifted you, somewhere between like a sack of potatoes and a princess. Your head was still swimming from your orgasm, so the move to the next location was a bit blurry. You shivered and mewled when he set you on the counter that was in the mini kitchen of the suite, the marble very cold on your bare thighs and pussy. He laughed at your yelp when he pulled you, so your butt was right at the end of the counter, and didn't hesitate to bury himself back into you. The thrust was harsher and faster than the first and your hands flew to his shoulders to steady yourself as he restarted the brutal rhythm that he was fucking you against the door with. The man groaned when your nails dug into his skin instead of the wood, so he decided to mark you himself.

"Wonwoo~" Your voice wavered, eyes starting to tear up at the feeling of him fucking your brains out. His mouth went to your own shoulder, at the base of your neck. He started with open mouth kisses, then sucked the skin before lightly sinking his teeth in. He could feel your whimper against your throat, and you felt his responding hum from his lips. Wonwoo tightened his grip as well, wanting to leave bruises shaped like his hands on your skin. He was struggling to hold you upright enough, so you didn't bang your head against the counter, and his knees kept knocking into the cabinet.

"Hold on…" He grunted, and you squeaked when, without withdrawing, picked you up, holding your legs around his waist. Not going far, one hand held your butt and the other went to hitch your leg over his elbow as he pinned you to the wall. Luckily the paint on the wall wasn't textured, your back rubbing over the surface as you bounced on his cock. Wonwoo looked even more gorgeous than normal like that, naked, sweat covering his brow, pupils blown wide. The red, dancing hologram of his eye contact contracted and spun, and you wondered what it did, if anything. With hazy thoughts, you glanced down at his body, whining at the sight of his abs, clenched to work his hips and hold you up.

"Fuck, pretty girl-" He exhaled harshly, his thrusts getting less regular as he grew closer to his orgasm.

"Inside, please, fuck!" You pleaded and he had no desire to argue. His forehead landed on your shoulder, and he moaned higher than you thought he could go as he pumped his cum into you. In the silence, cutting through both of your panting breaths, your combined release dripped onto the tile floor. Your head was so empty you nearly didn't realize you had came again as well. You tried hard not to slump like a rag doll since he was completely holding you up, but you had nearly no strength.

"Let's get to the bed." Wonwoo stood up straight, staying inside, his cock still rock-hard and he carried you to the separate bedroom of the suite. While he meant to set you down on the bed gently, you flopped onto it, letting yourself finally go boneless, your muscles and mind were mush. You weren't sure if you could go any longer, but despite a bit of sweat on him, he was unaffected.

"I've been waiting to fuck you since you came to my motel room in Falko." He admitted, shifting you higher on the bed, following suit, his hard cock covered in both of yours cum resting between the folds of your cunt. You barely registered the confession before your back arched, his cock finding its home inside of you again. It was hard to fully catch your breath, he was battering his cock into your dripping cunt without any mercy. As he rolled his hips just right to hit every single good spot inside of you, his hands gripped your thighs, maneuvering your weakly shaking thighs so they were pressed to your chest, knees at your ears.

"D-daddy, go slower!" You keened and his hips immediately stopped. You were too far gone to feel anything but a bit of respite, head flopping so your cheek rested on the pillow.

"Fucking hell, princess." Somehow his voice had gotten deeper, and he started the brutal pace back up, snapping his hips even harder than before. If you had the strength to scream you would, but your throat was hoarse, so you just mewled and squeaked, drool pooling from the corners of your mouth, tears down your cheeks.

"You love daddy's cock ruining your sweet little cunt, huh?" He huffed when your glassy eyes met his. The red hologram spun and danced, and while you couldn't see, through the lens he had a much different view. Little numbers and labels shown in the air around your body, telling him how and where your brain was firing, your heart rate, body temperature, blood pressure. He could even highlight where blood pooled to the bruises his hands had made.

"Yes~!" You gasped as his thrusts slowed down, but just as hard, he barely pulled out before grinding down into you. Different sensors from his lens flashed on and he could tell you were getting close already. Even without it, he could feel your walls pulsing, more of your wet dripping from where your bodies met.

"You wanna cum, pretty?" You nodded rapidly, whimpering positively.

"Cum for daddy, then." And with one more thrust you fell over the edge. Not just from his words, but also the rough friction of his pelvic bone meeting your clit. Wonwoo chuckled as he felt your pussy spasm, more of your cum squirting from your quivering folds, coating his skin as well. He had a feeling you were spent even though he knew he could keep going. He had stilled inside of you, so he didn't overstimulate you too much, and he wasn't for sure you were still conscious. Your eyes were closed, arms resting on the bed up by your head. He smiled warmly, cooing at your fucked out state, letting your legs go so they could rest onto the bed as well. When he pulled out you shuddered, a long shaky keen floating from your parted lips. He was shocked at the globs of thick, white cum that dripped out of your swollen cunt and he was still unfortunately still very hard. After feeling your core milk him dry, he wasn't sure even a cold shower would calm him down. Though, seeing you laying there, he felt a little bad he had caused you to become so worn out and didn't want to be selfish.

"Oh, princess." Wonwoo leaned back over you, kissing your cheek, the corner of your mouth, then softly pressed his lips to yours. You sighed and it made him grin, you were at least conscious.

"You're still hard." Your voice was quiet, higher than normal, almost whiny.

"It's okay, pretty, you're tired." Wonwoo nuzzled the side of your neck under your ear, lightly sucking on your ear lobe. If he wasn't careful, he would not be able to resist sliding back inside you. With the little strength you had return to you, you pushed him back just enough that you could flop over onto your stomach.

"(Y/N), we don't-" You didn't let him finish, grabbing a pillow to shove under your hips, lifting your butt a bit higher.

"Please, daddy~" You looked at him with shining eyes over your shoulder, and who was he to resist?

"Oh, fuck, princess. If you insist…"

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Hi!! I just started reading your stuff and I really like it!! I was wondering if I could request some headcanons with the HSR boys (your choice but I would appreciate one with Jing Yuan) with a reader who is part of the Stelleron hunters and their role is to clear up any clues they may have left behind not on purpose, the boys caught them in the act and they made a break for it, but after the event the reader finds themself to be looking after the boys more (you can decide whether they know or if they find out due to a coincidence) and they confront the reader about it.

- 🌙 Anon

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ stellaron spy

⊹ character(s) - dan heng, jing yuan ⊹ word count - 1.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, stellaron hunter!reader, a bit of angst, fluff, mystery, intrigue, oh my!

hi 🌙 anon!!!! omy my first named anon (₌♥ᆽ♥₌) I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing!!! I was very tempted to add sampo to the mix here but as the stellaron hunters were not involved much with anyone in belobog I decided against it. but who knows?! maybe a p2 for this will come out! anyways, thank you for the request my lovely!!! I had fun with it! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑)

post editing katze here - I'm so sorry these read more like scenarios than hcs but all my hcs kinda do </3 I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

⊹ Dan Heng

Your assignment was simple: Clean up the Stellaron Hunters' presence in the Herta Space Station, and leave no trace of your own visit.

As a member of the highly skilled group, you were more than prepared and qualified.

And of course, Kafka and Silver Wolf saw fit to leave a mess behind for you as always.

They never did anything beyond Elio's allowance in order to guide the universe to the correct future, and it's not as if they had anything against you, but you still somehow ended up with a large workload each time.

A stray piece of Silver Wolf's code here, a bullet with Kafka's insignia on it there.

Nothing out of the ordinary, and all seemingly meaningless in the pursuit of the ideal future. Things that would be cast aside by the average person, if not missed entirely.

And yet, that's why you were here—those very "meaningless" pieces of evidence were specific items ordered by Elio that could cause the single tip of a domino should they be found and investigated. The most insignificant things could completely restructure the path you were on, and by extension, Elio's plans.

Of course, Destiny's Slave didn't tell you everything.

Specifically, he neglected to mention you literally bumping into a member of the Astral Express Crew.

On the way into a restricted section full of monsters.

Just perfect.

"Ah, I'm terribly sorry!" You were flustered, yes, but it served as a good cover considering your disguise as a researcher.

The man before you looked indifferent by nature, but something about you caught his eye, and he put his arms out to steady you.

"It's fine. Why are you heading into a restricted zone?"

"Ahh, I'm okay! Just grabbing some of my research materials! If you'll excuse me..."

He didn't seem content to leave you to do as you wished considering your disguise, but then he caught sight of the bullet you held. Kafka's bullet, signature carved into the side and all.

He put two and two together, his blue eyes widening.

"You—"

Before he could say anything further, you had vanished, hearing his footsteps chasing after you after ducking into an alcove. He came and went, and you found yourself alone again.

Well, there goes a smooth mission... He's surely off to alert security.

As the days passed, you continued your task. Of course, Kafka had given you a predictable answer when you confronted her about the run-in with the black-haired man.

"That would be Dan Heng of the Astral Express Crew. Don't worry. You were fated to meet. As I'm sure you know, your foresight on meeting him would have ruined the future."

Of course.

However, the young man intrigued you, and you eventually found yourself watching over him more and more.

He went to get lunch? You would subtly switch your disguise and be in line right behind him.

He took a walk around the station? You weren't far behind.

He entered a restricted zone to assist? You cleared out a couple of monsters ahead of him to make his job easier.

It's all for the mission, you'd justify. Just monitoring him to ensure he doesn't throw a wrench into Elio's plans.

Eventually, your little side-mission caught up to you.

"I really should just turn you in."

A pale hand had reached over your head, grabbing the information tablet above you, and you paused.

Compared to your previous meeting, you were a lot more calm. After all, as Kafka had said, you only needed trust in Elio and his future.

"Then why haven't you?"

The dark-haired man couldn't provide an answer.

"Are you here to stir up trouble again... Stellaron Hunter?"

"Just the opposite, really."

Dan Heng was perplexed, yet intrigued—two feelings he didn't experience often.

"I really should...—ugh. Never mind. For now, I won't do a thing. But I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"I will do the same for you."

"I've noticed."

"Then I'm sure you've noticed the gift I left in your pocket."

As soon as he looked down, you were gone. Still, you weren't lying—there in his pocket lay a piece of paper with your contact information... along with an alias.

Dan Heng didn't know what to feel, but a strange warmth filled his cheeks, and he ran a hand over his face.

What... just happened?

You, meanwhile, having completed your mission, met back up with Kafka in only a few hours' time.

"Your number, hm? Smooth, Y/N. I didn't think you had it in you. Should I consider this a betrayal?"

"Hush up, Kafka. You know this was bound to happen."

"Astute as always."

You had to hold back your groan along with your own reddened cheeks.

⊹ Jing Yuan

Being a Stellaron Hunter meant trusting Elio no matter what, even if it seemed to be at your own peril.

Even with his indifference towards his own and your lives in the face of the necessary future, Destiny's Slave had assured you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters that you were not to be expended for the cause.

At least, not for a very, very long time.

So why is the General of the Xianzhou Luofu in front of you right now?

This wasn't in the plan! Only Kafka and Blade were meant to be arrested!

Your momentary panic caused you to forget the obvious—

You're not on any wanted lists, you have not been seen associating with either detained Stellaron Hunter on the Luofu, and you're posed as a completely ordinary Xianzhou Outworlder.

On top of that... Kafka had secured you a (fake) position somewhat close to the General for intel-gathering. For all intents and purposes, you were meant to be here.

But that handsome face honestly made your brain run on empty at the most crucial moment. And besides, your false position wasn't that high up!

Unless it was, and the information was withheld in case you got captured...

You wondered if Elio could laugh, and if he could, whether he was amused by your current blunder. Surely, all according to the plan of destiny.

"Goodness. I knew I had some level of charm somehow, but to think I'd evoke such a reaction."

You froze up upon General Jing Yuan moving his face even closer to yours, inspecting you carefully.

"Or perhaps you're just intimidated by me?"

Focus, Y/N, focus!

"Not at all, General," you were quick to respond, impressing even yourself at the steadiness in your voice. "I was simply stunned that the General would greet me, a mere advisor, personally."

"Well, mere advisor, I find you enthralling. Please report to work tomorrow directly to my desk. I'll have you assist me with my paperwork."

...Huh?

That's how you found yourself roped into being Jing Yuan's personal assistant.

The incident with Kafka and Blade progressed naturally, but you found yourself with more and more work.

All to keep up the cover of a simple employee trying to earn your daily wages, you supposed. Not to mention, the closeness of it all allowed you intel on Jing Yuan that you never would have acquired otherwise.

It made sense that this was Elio's plan all along, but you were still a bit bittersweet about your circumstances.

The sweet part being... Well, the General was nice to look at, and he wasn't a bad conversationalist, either.

And of course, the intel. The intel was good. You were certainly still focused on it.

When he ate, when he took walks (casual ones, he assured you when you were forced to join him, but you knew it was a guise for patrolling the Luofu), and when he trained with Yanqing, the Cloud Knight Lieutenant.

Everything went straight to Elio's ear.

The bitter part... Everything else.

Every day, you wondered if the General knew your identity and purpose. Yet he never spoke a word of it.

And his requests were getting more ridiculous by the day!

"Y/N, would you be so kind as to keep me company while I finish my paperwork?"

"That would be highly unprofessional... I must clock out for the night."

Another night, it was something else.

"Y/N, how about a game of chess?"

"We're working, General."

"Call me Jing Yuan, would you? 'General' is far too uptight."

"That would also be unprofessional!"

"Isn't it more unprofessional to deny your superior's request?"

Now you were sure of it. Elio, along with Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf, and every single one of the other Stellaron Hunters...

They were watching this all like a horrendous, slow-burn, romantic sitcom, and they were laughing their heads off at you running yourself ragged. That had to be it.

However, all good? things come to an end. It was only a few months in that you were called to clean up yet another Stellaron Hunter operation.

And with that, your resignation was plopped on Jing Yuan's desk in the dead of night, with you and him being the only two souls in the entirety of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"...So, that's it?"

"I'm afraid so."

That smile of his made you want to stay, though you'd never say it aloud.

"Well, I suppose Stellarons are present in many different worlds."

Your jaw could've dropped. It was a miracle your face remained stoic.

"Do come back and visit me, though? Or better yet, desert them entirely and stay by my side?"

The tone was teasing, but the longing was still buried beneath it all.

When your face hardened, his smile softened.

"Of course not. I understand the feeling of being unable to abandon your comrades, your cause. Still, I do hope we meet again."

With a laugh at your silence, he unclasped one of the blue tassels from his uniform and put it right into your expectant hand—instinct on your part at his gesture.

"Return that to me soon. Don't make me wait too long. After all, without it, my coat is asymmetrical. Not a great look for the General of the Luofu, is it, my dear?"

"...No. I suppose it isn't."

It took you less than the space of a breath to vanish from his office, and you knew you likely wouldn't be back—not for a long time, that is—but Jing Yuan's tassel remained in your belongings nonetheless.

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Where You Belong | K.M.

Summary: Kol doesn't like the two of being broken up. He reminds you where you belong.

You looked at your watch and sighed. Another date had no showed. You cursed under your breath. All the secret meet ups you had with him seemed like a waste now. This guy was one of the good ones. He was a lawyer with a love for animals and history. Importantly, his family was nowhere near New Orleans.

"Kol got another one?" Your friend asked while wiping the bar down. They were closing for the night. After another no show, you decided to hang out with her and walk her home.

"Yeah. I thought I had outsmarted him but he has spies all over," you whined while rubbing your temples in frustration. You turned to see a man staring at you from outside the closed bar. He looked away when your eyes locked on to his. "Perfect example but at least that one sticks out like a sore thumb. I can't imagine how many are participating in my tours,"

Your tour guide career is how you met Kol Mikaelson. At first, he was sweet and constantly flirted with you. He would take your tours once a day no matter the weather. At the end of one tour he asked you out. You said yes and the rest led you here.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Your friend asked over her shoulder while counting the money in the register.

Your eyes widened at her in disbelief. Talk to the man that wants to ensure you are a spinster once you are old. The same man that acts before thinking and loves to cause mayhem. You would have a better conversation with a wall.

"Talk to the man that will go hours covered in blood? The same man that has caused my dates to either leave town, never talk to me again, or go missing?" You asked while using your fingers to count. "Sure let me just walk over to his family's place and speak to him,"

"I think you should. You have to set up boundaries with him," she replied. Boundaries. That is something he knows nothing about. "You are allergic to cats so being a crazy old cat lady isn't in your future. Let's get out of here,"

The walk to your friend's place consisted if her hyping you up to talk to him. The guy from earlier followed you. At least you knew the two of you would be safe. Some of the tourists around here could be a little aggressive when drunk.

You started asking the guy questions about your current situation. You felt it would be rude to not include him. He must not have been much of a talker because he didn't answer.

"Have a good night. Talk to him. Maybe you two can come to some sort of agreement,"

"Yeah, sure, come on Bob. I'm not dating this one so please don't report her to Kol," you shouted at him.

Your friend snorted and walked inside her apartment complex.

Thoughts zoomed through your mind on how to deal with the jealous ex-boyfriend. During your time together he was always so possessive.

You should have known you would never date another person in New Orleans again. No. There was no way you were going to think like that. He had to let you go once and for all.

"Come on, Bob. We are going to your boss," you announced and made your way to the Mikaelson home.

"Kol Mikaelson!" You yelled while looking for him. You walked down hallways until you saw him at his favorite place. He sat at a desk in his room. An opened book and alcohol in his hand to busy himself on the Friday night.

"Darling, must you be so loud? Hope is sleeping," he groaned in annoyance. Another night of babysitting duties while the others go on another killing spree adventure. You walked to him and immediately saw the blood on his collar.

"Wonderful. Blood on your shirt. I guess this one gave you some hassle about wanting to date me," you wondered. "He had a family you know,"

"The bloody fool still has a family. He isn't dead," he countered while feeling insulted. The man had given Kol some trouble before a broken nose cleared up their misunderstanding. "Besides he couldn't even win a fight,"

"A mortal couldn't win a fight against a thousand year old vampire? The shame that man has brought on all mortals,"

"You belong here, my love. I am never going to stop. Even if I have to kill one hundred men,"

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LOVE IS A CHOICE | h. lewis

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pairings : harry lewis x reader

summary : harry’s insecurities causes the downfall of his own relationship.

warnings : swearing, arguing, just a whole of sadness.

notes : thanks for all the love on my first harry fic (and my first fic ever) i greatly appreciate it!!

“walk out of that door,” you pointed your finger in the direction of your flat door, “and we’re fucking done. i mean it, harry.” you threat with your voice very audibly shaking with the overwhelming emotions you were experiencing.

he felt awful, seeing you in this state, but his mind was set. this would be better for you no matter how much it hurt at first. you would come to your senses quickly and live a better life and he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness for that.

harry stopped just as he was about to walk away from you, from your life together, to prepare himself for the heavy lie about to be forced through his lips — one that would break his heart just as it will yours.

slowly, he turned his head back to face you. “you can’t end anything that was never there.” your face immediately broke, and his heart broke so violently he was surprised it didn’t create any noise. there was no coming back from this.

you shook her head and opened your mouth but nothing came out except a small, choking sob that you quickly covered up by closing your mouth again. you weren’t going to break down infront of him, you wanted to look strong.

he didn’t deserve to see that he had so clearly hit a nerve, that he had just broken down the girl he had previously built back up. you just needed him to leave so you could be alone.

finally, he turned again and left your flat with a loud slam of the front door. your sobs echoed through his head as the door closed behind him for good — now he had to face the future alone.

the more harry didn’t want you, the harder you tried. however, the harder you tried the more he didn’t want you. you didn’t know what you had done to deserve the treatment you had received from him that night. there was only thing you knew for sure; you couldn’t let it break you. atleast not on the outside.

so, in hopes of proving to everyone you was coping well you had agreed to a brunch date with talia in which you both sat at the back of a restaurant and spoke of your feelings. you had tried to avoid the topic but talia knew you to well.

she was the only one you could confide in. she was the only shoulder you let myself sob into when you couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore. she was your rock through it all. talia understood it was more than a breakup you were experiencing; it was grief of losing harry lewis.

your closest friend, sat across from you, swirled her plastic straw around her glass cup, glancing up at you after taking a sip. “do you still love him?” she questioned in a gentle tone that made you want to start crying again.

you didn’t answer properly at first. you hummed just before you took a large sip of your drink infront of you to try and delay the inevitable. talia would not leave you alone until she knew you were okay.

a mere three seconds later, a hand landed on top of yours, rubbing over the skin on top and taking you away from your own consuming thoughts. talia held your hand until you finally found the courage to answer out loud truthfully.

“i don’t think i’ll ever stop.” you words seemed to upset talia. it only proved how much she cared for you — that she felt your emotions with you to let you know you weren’t alone in this. “i just don’t know if we’re meant for each other.”

talia gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, “you should speak to him.” she advised you, “maybe you’re not meant for each other now, but end it in good terms just incase.”

you weren’t sure wether or not to go along with her advice, but at the end of the day you knew that you couldn’t move on from him properly without knowing what you had done to destroy your relationship.

harry answered your late night text straight away and agreed to come over to yours only the next day. infact, he arrived an hour earlier than you both had agreed upon. mostly because he was too nervous to wait around.

now, you stood across from your ex boyfriend with only the kitchen island to separate you from eachother. you leaned against the counter in hopes it would keep you upright throughout this tough conversation that neither of you were ready for.

“did i do anything to make you stop loving me?” the questioned rolled off of your tongue as if it was a casual conversation topic, like you were talking about what to have for dinner instead of why your relationship fell apart so quickly.

harry couldn’t meet your eyes. instead, he was fixating on the ground beneath him. “i never stopped loving you.” finally he met your adamant gaze, “i just…” he shrugged as he tried to find his words, “if i don’t like who i am, why should you?”

you hung your head down onto your hands. you was beyond stressed. you had finally pieced it together — he didn’t stop loving you but instead stopped loving himself, which led to lots of miscommunication. however, you felt that surely he loved you enough to not let you go.

“but how could you leave me so easily?” you pestered him once again, causing his jaw to clench tightly and his eyes to move away from you once again. other than that his body was rigid, as if he was afraid to move.

he had planned this whole conversation out. he knew how this needed to end for your sake and he was willing to do anything for it. even if that meant going through this.

“it’s not easy, y/n, but it’s for the better.” harry finally looked up at his ex girlfriend that had been staring at him the whole time — looking exceedingly dejected. “you have to understand i don’t want to do this, i need to.”

“harry—“

“please, y/n.” harry interrupted you with an begging tone in his voice, “you don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve this,” he used his hand to gesture between the both of you, “i love you, i always will, but this doesn’t feel right.”

he began to grow frustrated. he shook his hands while he spoke in a way to try and get his correct emotions across without making this situation any worse than it already was. “please, y/n.” he turned desperate.

you didn’t want to argue anymore, he wasn’t changing his mind no matter what you said or did. his mind was set on leaving you no matter how much it hurt you to admit to yourself. you didn’t know if what you both had was true love, but it was the closest you had ever gotten.

“okay, harry.” you spoke with a despondent glaze over your eyes, you had lost all hope. you walked over to the other side to stand by harry, “whatever you need.” your voice broke through the sentence.

harry stood there, looking at the woman he loves, his heart heavy with longing despite their current situation. you looked back at him, your eyes locking, and you both knew what the other was feeling. despite all of it, you still had a feeling of mutual respect and understanding for harry.

he leaned closer, to try and kiss you, but before he can you pulled away. “i can’t.” your voice was merely above a whisper. the words still left harry speechless while you turned and walked away. leaving him in the kitchen staring at where you had disappeared to, looking mournful.

love is just not a feeling. it’s a choice that people made every day, and you had to chose to stop expressing your love for harry so he could learn to love himself properly. he needed to be there for himself to enjoy what you two had.

nothing compared to harry, but you would wait for him.

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azaleaniath · 1 year

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Request is here

~AO'NUNG X FEM READER X NETEYAM~

3 is one too much

warnings: 3some, oral, sex, degradation kink, anal, voyeurism, orgasm denial, jealousy, fingering, blood, pain, hate fuck, a lot of fucking actually, aged up to 20

NSFW MDNI | 3.3k words

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As Ao'nung had asked of him, Neteyam obediently waited for his lover in his marui in the late evening. He had asked to meet him here after he was done with some business. Olo'eyktan duty probably, Neteyam thought to himself, remembering his mate's words. Ao'nung had mentioned he'd want to try something new and that he had a surprise for him. The way his blue eyes had lightened up made the slim man very excited. His cheeky grin widening at his words had made him flustered, but that didn't stop him from being all curious.

From other warriors he had heard that sometimes they tie up their partners to have full access to their restricted body, or that they covered their eyes with a cloth so that they would have to focus on hearing and feeling. He brainstormed all in ideas in his head, trying to figure out what Ao'nung would come up with as his excitement was building up further. Not just mentally, but also physically.

Maybe Ao'nung would like to come back home and see Neteyam all naked already? Or even pre-stretching himself? No, maybe that wouldn't pair up well with whatever he had in mind for tonight. So he continued to wait, sitting on Ao'nungs mat while nervously fumbling with the beads on his collar. It didn't take long until he heard footsteps coming closer, causing the man to look up with a bright smile as his eyes fell onto his mate. But before Ao'nung could say something, that happy smile dropped right away after seeing someone peak out from behind him.

"Teyam, this is-"

"I know who this is." Neteyam quickly interfered coldly as you stepped next to the future olo'eyktan, waving at the omaticaya with a smile. So that was his surprise? He could feel the jealousy within him boiling up immediately.

"I thought we wanted to have some fun tonight?" Neteyam asked, ears tilted flat to his skull. He hoped you'd get the hint, but Ao'nung lead you in nonetheless, sitting down with Neteyam and him.

"You're right."

"Then what is she doing here?" he asked, holding the end of his tail to prevent it from whipping around in jealousy. Both men looked at you, Ao'nungs gaze a lot softer than Neteyam's. You only smiled as the metkayina decided to speak up for you.

"I thought it would be a nice change? And if we like it, i don't know, make it a regular thing? We could just see where it goes."

Neteyam was utterly hurt first, but he decided to keep this hidden as good as possible.

Was he not good enough? Was Ao'nung getting tired of him? Had he done something wrong? He out of all people should know that Neteyam could get possessive and that he wanted Ao'nung all for himself, but who was he to deny his partner any wish?

"If that's what you want..." Neteyam mumbled, eyes still fixating on you. You were a childhood friend of Ao'nung, there had always been some kind of tension, which made the omaticaya already jealous. He knew that Ao'nung wasn't a virgin anymore when he got into his relationship with him but having you join them somehow pissed him off.

"We can try, I'm sure it will be fun." Ao'nung answered, and Neteyam decided to get right into it before you could. "Well, I've been missing you all day, I could barely wait for you to take me." he muttered, verbally reserving his boyfriend for himself.

You could only sit and watch as Neteyam basically mounted his partner to block you from him in any way. Not that the sight didn't turn you on, but you couldn't help feeling a bit left out as they started to make out in front of you.

A bit hesitant at first, you didn't know what to do. Never before had you joined a couple in bed, so you couldn't help but be awkward at the start. Yet it only lasted until Ao'nung pulled you closer with one hand. Neteyam kept grinding himself on his lap, deepening the kiss. One of Ao'nungs hands rested on your thighs, kneading their way in between them.

You could only mewl as Ao'nung massaged you through the already wet patch of your loincloth. Watching these two men in front of you getting each other off like this was truly a blessed sigh. Neteyam didn't even try to hide his bulge as his lips once more clashed against the other boys ones.

Ao'nung broke the kiss and leaned back against the floor smirking as he watched how Neteyam was grinding himself against his hardening cock.

In order not to cut you out, Ao'nung tilted his head to look at you, tugging on the bit of fabric that was covering your slippery cunt.

"Get undressed." he ordered from you and Neteyam, getting his own loincloth off with the help of his boyfriend.

You quickly followed his order, getting rid of the annoying piece of clothing that separated you from his hand. The cold air hit your private parts, even more intense due to the wet slick that your whole was already smeared with. Once the clothes were gone, Neteyam wasted no time to kneel in front of his boyfriend and get his lips onto Ao'nungs hard member, eagerly licking up and down his shaft. The metkayina only hummed in satisfaction, gesturing you to come closer.

"Sit on my face, y/n." he chuckled, much to Neteyam's disliking. His hands helped getting you into place, arms wrapping around your thighs as soon as you were hovering over his wide smirk. Without a warning he lapped his congue against your folds, pressing you down onto his greedy mouth. He could not just smell your arousal but also feel it and taste it. Your sweet slick only turned him on even more, causing him to buck into lover's mouth. You mewled loudly as his tongue explored your insides, feasting on your cunt like a hungry animal. Your eyes fell shut in pleasure as the man beneath you moaned against your core while focusing on your clit again. Ao'nung sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, rolling it between his smeared lips and continued eating you out as if he was starving.

Neteyam's ears twitched at every one of your moans, knowing it was his boyfriend that made you feel so heavenly.

You rocked your hips into his face as he rhythmically circled your clit with his tongue, sending vibrations through your core with his moans and hums against your cunt.

It didn't take you long until you already felt your high approach from Ao'nungs tongue only.

"Yes yes yes, don't stop! I'm so close already-" you moaned in pleasure, twisting your hard nipples with two fingers. Your clouded head fell back as Ao'nung sucked your clit just perfectly, making your hips stutter with every lap of his tongue. Just a little bit more and-

"My turn." Neteyam growled, releasing Ao'nungs hard cock with a loud pop before unpleasantly yanking you off of his boyfriends face. You whined at the loss of friction, feeling your orgasm wash away as Neteyam decided to kneel in front of you now, his ass high up in the air and back arched.

"I'll take care of her, ma yawne. Come, play with me instead."

And he didn't have to tell his boyfriend twice. Soon, Ao'nung kneeled behind him, smacking his plump cheeks loudly before spreading them to spit onto Neteyam's puckering hole.

The omaticaya divided your legs, glaring at you dangerously before lowering his face down on you. You whimpered as you could feel his breath on your soaked core, but he soon got his mouth onto your wet slit. His lips and tongue were a lot more lazy, but as he decided to graze your clit with his fangs you whined, unable to part pain from pleasure.

One of your hands sank into Neteyam's braids, unsure if you wanted to push him into you further or pull him away from your core. He too couldn't help but moan against your pussy as he felt his boyfriend's fingers starting to stretch him.

You arched your back off the ground whimpering as his teeth once more grazed your most sensitive nerves.

Biting onto your lower lips you bucked underneath Neteyam's torture. He made you feel that you were not welcomed by him, and you weren't.

"Just- just use your fingers, please." you breathed out, hoping it would be a bit more pleasant. Neteyam's eyes met yours, sending death glares right at you. There was a chill running down your back as he supported himself on one hand, the other one quickly reaching out to your wet folds.

"Gonna make her feel good, huh?" Aonung grinned, leaning down onto Neteyam's back and kissing his spine passionately. Yet he only grunted as an answer before pushing two of his slender fingers deep into you at once. You couldn't help but cry out as he curled his fingers in your tight cunt, nails scratching at your wet insides. He would put you in your place, making sure you'd be too sore to sleep with his boyfriend by torturing you and milking him completely dry before he could even get his hands on you.

You whined as Neteyam's fingers stretched you out painfully, much more rough than Ao'nung did with him. It did hurt but yet it somehow turn you on to get touched like this. You'd probably been so touch-starved that you didn't care about how he touched you. All that mattered was that Neteyam touched you, and by eywa did he do that. His digits reached deeper that you could ever do by yourself. You clawed at his wrist, moaning loudly as his fingers pumped in and out of your tighness, scissoring them fiercely.

"Fuck- Neteyam..." you moaned, hearing him giving in to his own pleasure as Ao'nung lined up his hard cock, sinking so far into his mate that his pelvis hit his plump asscheeks.

He ignored your vocals completely, only focusing on his own body.

"You're so tight for me, fucking hell..." Ao'nung cursed. His head fell back as Neteyam easted no time and fucked himself on his boyfriends cock eagerly.

"Mhh, you feel so good..." the darker skinned male mumbled, the corners of his lips curling up into a lewd grin. Neteyam couldn't say he hated that you watched them. Actually, he liked the idea of that.

You could only imagine how great it must feel to have Ao'nung pounding into you, rutting himself deeper with every thrust just as he did with Neteyam. He didn't stop abusing your tight pussy with his slim yet long fingers, hitting your soft spot over and over again. He had you moan out his name in pain and pleasure as another finger stretched you out while you played with your breasts again. As you felt yourself getting closer once more, you caught yourself bucking against his rough paced thrusts. Even if he'd never admit it, he enjoyed to see you like this, wanting to get layed so badly as well but only getting penetrated by his fingers instead. He was somewhat disgusted and yet so turned on by your arousal.

His fingers cramped inside of you from time to time due to his partner's deep thrusts. You twitched in discomfort and he noticed, as well as the red streams that mixed with the slick around his fingers as he continued to satisfy you, if one could even call it that.

"Please- give me a break..." you breathed out in a shaky voice, feeling a stinging pain between your legs. As Neteyam pulled out, his visage twisted into a victorious grin, wiping his fingers on your thighs. He also didn't fail to notice the red liquid under his sharp nails and his nostrils quickly picked up the scent of your blood, even if it was just such a little amount.

"Hmm, Ao'nung, I don't think y/n can take it anymore. Poor girl is already fucked out" he hissed as his mate clawed into his hips, still pounding into him.

"What a shame-" Ao'nung cursed, his pelvis continuously slapping against Neteyam's flesh. Without a warning he released his semen inside of his mate, trying to catch his breath as he rode out his own orgasm.

"You filled me up so much~" Neteyam cooed in pleasure as Ao'nung pulled out.

"Hmm", Ao'nung grinned, "you took me so well, pretty boy." He gave back before his blue eyes landed on you. Once he noticed the blood on your thighs his eyes widened.

"No wonder she needs a break, skxawng! You've hurt her! I'll get some fresh water."

And with that, Ao'nung quickly dressed himself and left, giving a scolding slap onto the back of his mate's head before disappearing.

Now that you were alone with Neteyam, he instantly tried to regain his strength to charge at you, pushing you down onto the floor. You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes ripped open as his face was merely an inch from yours.

"Listen carefully y/n. Ao'nung is my boyfriend. My mate, you get that?" His tone was dangerously threatening and so were his eyes. You gulped loudly, trying to avoid his death glare.

"You should've never come here!" he hissed but you could barely hear it as your heart was pounding up to your ears.

Neteyam looked down at you, furious eyes fixating on your core.

You tried to press your thighs together, hiding your core from his watchful eyes, but his hands held quickly held your knees apart.

"You just need to get fucked like the little slut you are, huh? Such a pathetic needy bitch, coming in here, thinking you could have my boyfriend's cock."

His words only caused you to feel even hotter, your clit starting to throb as you imagined what he could possibly be up to.

Neteyam chuckled lowly, that wicked smirk from earlier returned to his visage as he stroked his still hard member a few times, his free hand clasping around the soft flesh of your thigh.

"You could never have him. Never give him what I can, do you understand?"

Though you could only stare down at the wet noises he caused as he slapped his length against your slit a few times. A whimper left your lips, which seemed to only get him angry again.

"You little whore, I asked you something!" He growled, his voice loud enough to get through your clouded mind.

"Y-yes."

"Yes what??"

"Yes, I understand!" you moaned as Neteyam plunged his cock in between your wet folds. He pushed himself all the way into your clenching pussy, his grunting was almost feral. The way he easily stretched you out completely already made you lose your mind.

"Good, finally got some fucking behavior!"

Your eyes rolled back as he left you no time to get used to the way he filled you, instantly starting to pound into your tight, wet pussy.

"Look at me!" he demanded and his hands repositioned themselves. One held onto your hips, the other one gathered a bunch of your hair, pulling you up to his lap. "You can't just come in here and think you'd get a free fuck. Work for it, or are you really just a useless slut?"

Now that you were on top of him, you started grinding yourself on his cock. He threatened to hit into your womb in this position, but eywa, did it feel good.

"I-I'm not, skxawng!" you breathed out, felling how Neteyam's strong hand pushed you down onto his throbbing cock.

"Then work for it!"

Since your legs were already shaking you had anything but an easy time bouncing on him. Both of your arms were hanging around his neck for support. God, how much he hated you for being so pathetic, grinding on him with all your heart and soul and still not being near anything he'd call worthy.

"And to think Ao'nung would want you, huh, he'd get so bored of you, and so am I."

With that he pushed you back onto the floor, rutting himself inside your dripping cunt. Every thrust included him hitting your sweet spot, over and over and over. He leaned over you, rocking his cock inside of you like an animal in heat.

He could feel his balls tighten as he fucked you so deep you couldn't bring out any words anymore, just inaudible mumbled and moans.

"Getting all drunk on my cock, huh? Thought so, you're so fucking easy and basic. No wonder you interfere in to my perfect relationship, nobody fucking wants you."

He let himself go at whatever pace he pleased, having no mercy with your already aching core. But as much as it hurt, it felt so damn great.

"What do you think would be a good punishment for your disgusting cunt, hm? Denying you another orgasm?"

You only whimpered loudly, shaking your head weakly. It was easy to tell that you were so damn close, but so was he.

"Did i fuck your brains out already? What a weak pussy... Maybe I should just breed you like the desperate cumslut you are? Would you like that, getting pregnant by your interest's mate?"

Your eyes shot open at his words and you tried to push him away, but he had seriously fucked out all your strength already.

"You can't do that!"

His nails were piercing into your flesh as he spoke up again. "Then stay away from me and Ao'nung, am I clear? Otherwise I'll stuff your needy pussy until you get pregnant next time, you get that?"

"Yes, yes! I understand!" You could barely breathe at the rough and fast rythm, thighs shaking and legs cramping.

His hands held your hips in place as he rocked into you a few more times, pulling out of you at the last possible second before he'd fill you up with his cum. Instead he denied you another climax and covered your entire body with the sticky substance.

In frustration you cried out, hoping he'd come back at you to finish you off, but he didn't.

"Get out of here and never come back." Neteyam growled once he caught his breath, reaching out for your stained loincloth to throw it at you. He only shook his head as you scrambled up your belongings and crawled away, whining like a hurt animal. In the cover of the dark night he soon left the marui as well, only to take a quick swim in the ocean right in front of his boyfriends home. He washed himself, trying to get your scent off of his skin as far as possible.

Once Ao'nung returned, he looked at him in confusion.

"Where's y/n?" he asked after quickly peeking into his empfy home.

"She left. Said it wasn't for her, didn't like the idea."

In confusion, he watched his naked boyfriend rub his body in the moonlight, washing away all motives from his dark blue skin.

"What changed her mind?"

Neteyam turned his back on him, knowing he couldn't lie without his ears flushing.

"She said you're a happy man to have me and didn't want to interfere. Something among those lines 'you're all Ao'nung needs. He shouldn't touch anyone else'."

The metkayina lost himself in his thoughts for some time as he stared at his picture perfect boyfriend in front of him. Neteyam was indeed perfect for him and nobody could ever compete with that. A soft smile crawled up on his zoned out face.

"Hmm... I guess she's right."

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millylotus · 1 year

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TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS : Dubious Drunk Consent, Drinking, Alcohol

What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas

Vegas AU

WARNING: Danny & Duke are both drunk when they have the wedding, not terribly so but still. Other characters outright ask if either were able to properly consent to the situation. A random side character tries to take Duke home and isn’t taking no as an answer.

This is not how you should safely interact with someone in a sexual way

CONSENT IS KEY PEOPLE always ask every time you and your partner[s] try something sexual at every new avenue

DON’T TRY AND HAVE SEX/SEXUAL ACTIVITIES WHEN DRUNK all of the time you will not be in your right mind, don’t test it you may regret it later

DON’T DO WHAT HAPPENS IN FANFICTION PLEASE!!!

It’s Duke’s twenty-first birthday, and his older siblings have dragged him to Las Vegas for a three day weekend.

It was fucking great, partying, drinking without getting too drunk [high metabolism and all that], winning almost every game he joins [thank you future vision]. Duke was having the time of his life partying in Vegas.

The second night, Duke had somehow wandered away from his siblings, but he wasn’t all that worried, they’d find him before morning.

The bar he’d stumbled into was dark, just like all the others. He sighed happily, walking over to the bar and ordering one of their fruity sounding drinks, those were always the best.

As he happily sipped on his drink feeling his head starting to get a little fuzzy, which was nice, a guy sat down next to him, saying something that sounded vaguely flirtatious. Duke looked over to the guy, he wasn’t all that impressive, maybe his height was what got him dick.

“Sorry what?” Duke asked, trying to focus on the guy's voice.

The guy rolled his eyes, “I said, you got a ride back to your hotel tonight?”

Duke blinked, weighing his options on whether this guy would even be a good fuck, “Nah I’m good man, I know how to get back,” Duke went back to his drink.

The guy sneered, and grabbed Duke’s wrist, “I’m sure I can get back to your place safer or mine for that manner.”

Duke glared at him, okay so he’s gonna have to either turn this guy down slowly or he’s gonna have to get his siblings to help him hide a dead body. He’s willing to trade that fifty for Tim’s help with that.

Before he could even say anything another hand took the guy’s hand, crushing his wrist and making him let go.

Duke looked over his shoulder at his “savior”. The man was tall, and muscular, filipino-cuban, with pretty soft looking black hair and blue eyes that seemed to shine green. He was also really really hot, Duke felt his face heat up.

“He wants you gone asshole,” The stranger growled out, and oh lord that was fucking hot.

“Did he tell you that?” The guy asked.

The stranger leaned in, pressing his front to Duke’s back, “He shouldn’t have to motherfucker, we’re engaged.”

Pause rewind, Duke eyes widened as the stranger lifted their left hands to show the guy the silver ring on his finger. Duke just so happened to be wearing the same ring. Well wasn’t that a happy coincidence.

The guy blinked before grumbling and walking away.

The stranger took his spot sighing, then looked at Duke with a lopsided smile, “You alright?”

Duke smiled back at him, “Oh I’m perfect.”

Danny had come to Vegas when Sam and Tucker had dragged him there, mainly against his will because it would kill his wallet to try and get drunk [high metabolism at it again]. Sam ended up promising to cover his bills, so here he was kinda drunk and fuzzy in a club in Vegas.

The halfa was lurking by the bar watching his friends on the dance floor, smiling at their antics.

His attention turned from his friends to a pretty man who’d been sitting alone for the past couple minutes, another guy had sat down next to him. They were chatting, but the new guy seemed a bit too close for the pretty strangers comfort.

When the new guy snatched up the pretty stranger's wrist Danny knew he had to step in.

~timeskip cause i’m not rewriting that~

“Oh I’m perfect,” the stranger said with a cute smile.

Danny felt his slow heart do a backflip, “Great, I’m Danny by the way.”

The stranger nodded, “Duke, want a drink I’ll pay.”

Duke flagged down a bartender, who brought over a menu handing it to him.

“Dude no worries, the guy was being a dick anyway. I can pay for it on my own.”

Duke raised an eyebrow playfully, “If you say so, have a couple drinks with me though, I wanna get to know my savior knight.”

Danny tried to suppress his giggle, “Alright.”

They just keep chatting and flirting for a bit and just keep drinking, unconcerned by their tabs

At some point when they’re very much tipsy they end up on the dance floor just jamming

Sam & Tuck ask Danny about Duke and he gets all mushy about how funny and cool Duke is and how they met

Tuck & Sam tease him about the fake fiance thing, Danny just says that he wishes it wasn’t a lie cause he’d marry Duke in heartbeat

Duke happens to over hear this and hugs Danny saying he’d love to get married to him

Sam & Tuck think they’re just joking, Tuck tells them about the fast wedding venue that’s nearby and Sam gives them her card and tells them to go hog wild

They do go hog wild and end up going on a shopping spree

Danny stared at the long white ball gown and veil in front of him, Duke bounced over to his side, suit pieces in his arms.

“Watcha looking at,” Duke asked leaning on Danny.

“Wanna wear a dress for the wedding,” Danny said with a drunken smile, arm wrapping around Duke’s waist, kissing his head.

Duke looked up at him grinning, “You’d look fucking hot in that dress,” he kissed Danny’s cheek.

“Then I’m buying it,” He picked up Duke, who laughed as they walked over to check out to buy their wedding outfits.

-o-

At the venue Duke stood at the altar in his pure white suit and green tie, an Elvis impersonator as the person who was going to marry him and Danny. One of their phones was standing on a chair recording the entire thing.

So shitty rendition of “Here Come The Bride” started to play over the speaker, and Danny in his giant ballgown of a dress veil flipped over.

When he reached the altar the two young men stared at each other before laughing. Not as drunk as they were before, just more likely to get married to an almost stranger on a whim.

The Elvis impersonator said his words, and the two said their “I Do's” and were immediately on each other.

-o-

The two stumbled into Danny’s hotel room giggling like fools still dressed in their wedding clothes. Tucker and Sam were passed out in the living room.

Danny shushed Duke playfully, pointing to his sleeping friends. Duke nodded, covering his mouth with a smile.

They slipped into Danny’s room, locking the door behind them.

-o-

*Insert Sex Scene*

Tucker ends up waking up first and goes down to the lobby to pick up some vegan food before it’s all gone for Sam, who's still passed out on the couch

There he runs into a very frazzled Tim, Steph and Jason at the front desk begging the reception to let them go upstairs where their brother is

The front desk person says they can call the room but they need a number, they don’t have a number b/c the tracker is kinda fucked for Danny ghostly reasons

So the receptionist doesn’t let them cause security

Tucker just walks off to breakfast not wanting to get involved

That’s when Dick spots him and stops him before he can go

While Dick’s distracting him Cass swipes one of Tucker hotel cards and goes back to the others so they can use the elevator

Tucker is left kinda confused but just lets it go as weird people in Vegas

The Batkids had been looking for Duke since morning when he hadn’t come out for breakfast first like he usually does

They immediately went looking for him, and eventually had to start using his emergency tracker on one of his favorite rings

They eventually followed it to a nearby hotel but couldn’t get in cause, well it’s kinda weird to ask to go into a hotel without saying exactly where you're going or even giving legal evidence that the person they’re looking for is there

They end up swiping a hotel card from one of the visitors and going up the hotel trying to find which floor Duke was even on

Meanwhile Duke and Danny had woken up, and where still in Danny’s room

Loving up on each other and stuff being all cuddly and shit

They end up going into the bathroom to clean up

Sam wakes up to the shower running and yells for Danny to ask if that’s him

Danny comes out of the shower [Duke stays in for a little longer] and responds to Sam

Tucker returns a little bit later with the food

The three chat for a bit, Tucker telling them about the siblings down stairs

Then someone knocks on the door

The trio pauses, the person on the other side knocks again

Sam walks over and looks through the peephole to see the Batsiblings

“We know you’re in there,” The second smallest of the people at their door said, his face heavy with eye bags and a PDA clutched in his hand, “We’re just looking for our brother.”

Sam rolled her eyes, before opening the door with the latch still on, “Yeah, like I’m meant to believe that,” she hissed out

The blonde one grumbled, “Listen we just want to know if you’ve seen our brother. He’s only about yay high, black kid in his early twenties, has a close cut fade, eyes are light brown sometimes gold depending on how you look at ‘em. His names Duke, he was wearing a fuck tone of rings before we lost track of him.”

Sam’s eyes widened a little, vaguely remembering a Duke at a bar, “I think I saw him last night, but I don’t remember much.”

The smallest of them stepped forward, “Can we check, just to be sure?” Her voice was soft in an underused kinda way.

Sam glared at them, “What of course not, there’s literally no one here besides me and my friends.”

The biggest stepped closer, “Listen lady, he’s young and dumb and basically a lightweight. We just want to make sure he’s okay.”

Sam was about to say something else when an unfamiliar voice shouted from inside the hotel room.

“Hey Danny where did you toss my shirt?”

“I think I threw it to the window?” Danny responded.

Sam whipped around to her friends stepping away from the door, “Danny who the fuck is that!”

Tucker also spoke up, “Dude is that the guy from the bar last night?”

“Uhh…” Danny said guilty.

The second biggest of the people outside fully stepped into the hotel room somehow unlocking the door from the outside, “Duke Thomas-Wayne! Where the fuck have you been!?!”

A young man around Sam and her friend's age practically ran out of Danny’s room, in only a t-shirt and boxers, hair still dripping wet from the shower.

He smiled nervously at the group of people who’d just broken into the hotel room, “Heeeeeeey, how are my wonderful siblings doing?”

Let’s just say nobody but Duke and Danny are really happy about the whole situation

The Batsibs apologies for being so weird and stealing Tuck’s hotel card

Dick and Jason are fretting over Duke whos just embarrassed at being treated like a little kid in front of Danny, who thinks it’s adorable btw

Steph and Tim immediately don’t like Danny for taking Duke away like that so they are glaring at him

Cass is annoyed but isn’t about to say anything just stares disapprovingly at Duke

Then Tucker asks why there’s a veil just laying around

And suddenly Duke and Danny have shut down immediately

“Why is there a wedding veil in your room,” Tucker didn’t even ask it like a question, the night before was becoming more clear to him.

They all already knew what happened last night.

Danny and Duke didn’t say a word, Danny looking very intently at his cup of juice and Duke looking anywhere but his siblings’ faces.

“Duke – Cass said, knowing that Duke could not lie to her – did you get married to a man you just met?”

Duke didn’t say anything.

Tucker turned to his friend, “When I said ‘Why don’t you just marry him then’ it was a fucking joke Danny!”

“Well we were both like really drunk!” Danny tried to defend himself.

“How did you even get drunk, don’t you just burn through alcohol? How much did you spend at that bar! What did you put on my tab Danny!” Sam said incredulously.

“You told me to get drunk,” Danny whined curling in on himself.

“Not ‘get married to a stranger’ levels of drunk!” Sam shouted.

As the two chastised their friend on the other side of the room, the siblings spoke to their younger brother.

“Duke, Tommy. Why?” Steph asked.

Duke just pouted, mouth covered by his hand.

Dick gently touched Duke’s arm, “Sunshine are you okay, really. How much do you remember from last night?”

“How much do you remember consenting to?” Jason asked softly.

Duke sighed, “I said yes to everything I swear. I was a little bit tipsy but by the time we got to the chapel I was mostly lucid. I would have called it all off if I wanted to.”

Steph nodded still uncertain, “We know you trust your instincts Tommy but you’ve never gotten drunk like this before. We were terrified about what could have happened and now you’re married to some rando who you just met.”

Duke fell back into his chair, looking over to Danny and his friends.

“Just tell me which chapel and it’ll all be void before lunch,” Tim said, already on his phone.

Duke’s gaze quickly turned to Tim, “What?”

“Tell me which chapel, and we won’t have to worry about this. They shouldn’t have even married you two if you were both drunk,” Tim said

Duke huffed, “Don’t remember but it had an Elvis.”

Tim sighed and went back to his phone.

Duke & Danny decide it’s best to just legally void the marriage, like it was never there

Tucker ends up doing it b/c he’s the only one who remembered the chapel

They head down and the Elvis impersonator ends up telling them that he hadn’t even given them a proper wedding

Saying it happens a lot with drunk couples so it’s common practice to just give them fake contracts [don’t know if that’s an actual thing or not]

They all decide that it’s time to just go home early

At the airport Duke and Danny get to talking when the others in their groups had moved or looked away

Danny sat down next to Duke, Duke looked up from his phone and quickly looked back down.

“I- I wanna talk about what happened,” Danny said fidgeting with his hoodie.

Duke sighed, turning off his phone and setting it down, he sat up properly but didn’t look at Danny, “Which bit, the part where we got married or the part where we found out it was fake?”

“The part when we first met, how did you feel?” Danny said.

Duke shrugged, “Glad you saved me from that weirdo, happy there was someone nice to talk to,” He said, voice clipped.

Neither said anything.

“The getting married thing was a bad idea and I’m sorry I suggested it, and I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again,” Danny said quickly.

Duke didn’t say anything, just lifting his hand up and presenting it to Danny not turning to him.

Danny took his hand and squeezed a little.

“I like you – Duke whispered, turning to Danny – I really like you Danny. But I’d much rather get to know you then just jump into a relationship like what happened.”

Danny nodded, “I like you too, I really do. I want to get to know you beyond that drunk haze. I want to actually fall for you.”

Duke felt his face heat up in embarrassment, “I’d like that a lot.”

They trade phone numbers and agree to talk to each other when they both get home

Their relationship from there is kind of a slow burn really

Them getting to know each other on a personal level, taking things slow, to the point where they think they aren’t going to end up together

They’d mainly talk over phone but I think Duke would fly out to Amity once or twice so they could hang out in person

When they introduce each other to people it’s always “My Ex-Husband” “My Ex-Fiance”

And when Danny tells Duke he’s dead Duke starts calling himself a widower as well

Just fun jokes between friends

Getting to the dating bit is a long trek through denial and mutual pining it’s ridiculous

The others know they like each other but the dumb dumbs keep saying it could never happen

Danny: Oh there’s no way he likes me we’re better off as friends anyway

Duke: He couldn’t possibly be interested it was a one-night stand anyway

Infuriating really

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The Phoenix and the Crow

part six

pairing: (future) kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral maybe hinted angst?

el's thoughts: okayyyyyy after a lot of thinking through the plot of the series... i realized i can't actually make it so kaz and y/n are in a relationship by the end of the season.... soooo it's gonna be heavily hinted at through out the rest of the series and once i reach the end of s2 we'll just see where i go from there. anyway, sorry for keeping you waiting for a hot second! enjoy :)

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The gunshots didn’t let up as grunts were barely heard from the hall. “It’s over, Brekker!” Pekka shouted over the gunfire. Kaz pulled out two small bombs from his pocket and a lighter. He tried to start the lighter but no flicker of fire came from it. He cursed under his breath before Y/N scoffed, “Oh, hand it over.” She pulled the bombs from his hands, snapped her fingers, and lit the fuses before throwing them over to the other side of the desk. Kaz stared at her as she brought her hands over her ears. His eyes calculating as if trying to solve the puzzle that was her. A flicker of amazement flashed through his eyes but vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Y/N quickly shoved her thoughts away, “Ears!” She shouted at him and he quickly covered his ears right before the bombs went off.

Y/N sighed out loud as she cleaned up the soiled rags and dumped the blood-infested water down the drain. “It’s a miracle she’s alive.” She said, dragging herself out of her own thoughts of the moment just hours before.

Nina scoffed, “I’m no healer, but she would’ve been fine.” The inferni nodded, “Probably… I just don’t do blood.” The heartrender rolled her eyes, “How you were a lieutenant-general of the second army, I don’t know.”

“Even I’d like to know how I got the position.” Her eyes glazed over as a memory of the Darkling flittered through her mind, “You know, never mind. I don’t want to know.” The reminder of his dark eyes scanning over her made a chill run down her spine.

Nina watched her with saddened eyes, knowing vaguely about the girl’s past from hushed whispers and rumors that spread like a wildfire through the little palace. It was a known fact that the General had a soft spot for the inferni since the moment he brought her in. Where she came from, no one knew. Everyone knew better than to prie into her business given her relationship with the Darkling. Were they a couple? It was never confirmed, but it was suggested strongly through actions.

Muffled voices snapped the two out of their separate trains of thought.

“We should go update them on Inej.” Nina shot her a smile as she walked out of the room.

Y/N pulled herself out of her chair and followed, down a winding hall to the room where the muffled voices were heard.

“You don’t take down a lion by cutting off his tail.” Kaz’s grave voice spoke harshly.

“I’m sorry, you’ve been on safari when? We’re putting out lives on the line.” The resentment in Jesper’s tone was as clear as the night sky outside the tomb windows.

“I thought you preferred it that way.”

The two grisha shared a look before making their presence known. Wylan was the first to turn toward them, “Is Inej going to be okay?”

Nina ran her hands over the waist of her dress as she spoke, “Um… I wouldn’t call myself the most proficient Healer, but she’ll not be a permanent resident here.”

“Not yet anyway.” Jesper threw a glare at Kaz.

“Technically, no one gets buried here anymore. When the firepox plague hit years ago, so many people died that the crematoriums all got backed up, so they had to float all the dead bodies in the harbor.” Wylan said.

As the young chemist spoke Y/N noticed Brekker tense up at the mention of the plague. His shoulders stiffened and his hands clenched, causing the leather around his knuckled to tighten around his fists.

“That’s enough!”

The four people behind him froze in mild shock and slight fear. The sound of shuffling papers was heard before he turned around, handing the papers to Jesper.

The sharpshooter’s eyes glanced down quickly, “Appelbroek?”

“Pekka has a glass factory there, but there are no sandpits in Appelbroek. So cartage fees would kill all of his profits. Find out what he’s really up to.” Kaz turned to Wylan, “If you want to help, instead of spurting useless historical facts, go with Jesper.”

The pair was quick to leave the room, closing the door behind them.

All who were left were Nina, Y/N, and Kaz. Silence settled for a moment before the Heartrender spoke up. “Not that you asked, but you might want to consider grounding your Wraith for now. I always wanted to be a Healer, but that doesn’t mean that I’m any good.”

Kaz cut her off, “If I need you again, I’ll let you know.”

If glares could kill, he would be six feet under, two times over. Y/N and Nina shared an infuriated look, neither moving to make their leave.

“All the guards who work the fights at Hellgate are loyal to Pekka and on his payroll. All but one.”

“The fights?” Y/N’s voice surprised her as she gave voice to her thoughts.

“Hellshow. It’s exactly as you’d imagine. Find a guard names Hiemstra. He has a port-wine stain across his brow. He’ll get a message to your Fjerdan.”

“Can we trust him?” Nina asked.

“We can trust he doesn’t want Pekka to know what I have on him.”

Nina nodded slightly and moved to the door as Kaz spoke up once again. “What you did tonight made you a Crow.” He turned to Y/N, “You as well. Keep a low profile. You’ll both be in Pekka’s sights now.”

The girls shared an annoyed glance before the brunette made her leave.

Y/N stood silently by the other door watching Kaz sort through a few more papers as he zoned out on the wall in front of him. “Inej.” He looked up at met y/e/c eyes with a fire behind them.

“Down the hall.” Y/N nodded to the door behind her and held her breath as he limped past her.

“What’s yours?”

Y/N barely heard Inej’s voice as she walked down the hall quietly.

“The limp. The cane.” Kaz’s voice sounded strained as if it hurt him physically to speak.

Her stomach turned involuntarily as she watched them from the doorway. Kaz stared at her as she brought her hands over her ears. His eyes calculating as if trying to solve the puzzle that was her. A flicker of amazement flashed through his eyes but vanished as quickly as it appeared. She felt her heart clench at the memory, her mind still trying to find the reasoning behind it.

It was simply amazement. Kaz had never worked closely with a grisha, let alone the most powerful grisha in their class. She’d learned at an early age that some people get amazed at the slightest sign of power. And she picked up quickly that Kaz Brekker was one of those people. Even if he held his composition together.

If the look on his face was simply amazement, why did she replay that moment in her mind more than she’d like to admit?

Dragging herself out of her spiraling thoughts, she cleared her throat. Dirtyhands and the Wraith moved apart and turned to her. Kaz stared at her for a moment, the familiar flash of amazement flew through his coffee-brown eyes before they turned to stone once again.

“What’s the safest way from here back to the Slat?” Kaz asked. The grip on his cane was tight, making the leather gloves flex with his hand.

“Rozenstraat onto Buysberg. Why?” Inej answered, her voice tense.

“We need some new blood.” Kaz limped heavily towards the door and glanced one last time at Y/N before disappearing down the hallway.

Y/n turned to Inej with a small teasing smile causing the suli girl to look down and hold her bleeding arm. “It’s not what you think.”

Y/N calmed her beating heart and internally sighed, “Believe me.” She huffed as she walked into the room to get a better look at her wounded arm. “‘Cause I was just thinking that he’s shit at first aid.” She picked up a clean rag and poured the disinfecting alcohol onto the fabric. “You might need a hand with this before I accompany Nina to the Hellshow.” She winked at the Wraith and they both chuckled. She started cleaning the cut along her forearm making Inej gasp at the stinging.

Y/N bit back her smile in sympathy and shook her head slightly, “I’m sorry.”

“Well, isn’t this fun?” Y/N wrinkled her nose in utter disgust as they walked through the stands of the area inside Hellgate. Nina shot her a sharp glare causing the inferni to raise her hands slightly above her waist in surrender, “Right, sorry.”

The slow cranking of metal against metal echoed in the arena over all the shouts and loud conversations from the crowds. The two grisha women walked closer to the metal cage, Nina grasped the thick bars between her hands tightly, as if willing the metal to bend at her will. They both watched as a tall man walked out from under the gate.

“Matthias.” Nina’s voice was barely heard over the cheering around them.

The two men in the ring stood there for a moment before the one with ‘cannibal’ written on his back lunge first. A strong punch to the Fjerdan’s jaw caused his head to snap to the side, and with no time to recover another blow was aimed at his stomach.

After taking a few more hits, resulting in the Heartrender flinching at every grunt, the Fjerdan finally snapped. He threw a jaw-snapping punch at the smaller man, spun around, and threw his elbow back landing on the man’s collarbone. The latter fell to the floor giving Matthias an opening to continue his attack. He picked up a leg and dragged the man on his back before crushing his leg in his grasp.

The roar of the crowd grew loud enough to leave the inferni’s ears ringing. Nina called out to Matthias as she moved along the ring’s metal cage. Y/N followed her keeping a cautious eye on their surroundings, not placing a single valchka coin’s worth of trust in the people around them. Her cautions played out to be right when arms circled around her holding her arms apart. Nina struggled against the tight grips, shouting at the guards to let them go.

“Rare thing, Heartrender, to know a new fighter by name.” The heavy accent from the Wanderling Isle made Y/N turn around in shock. Pekka Rollins stood before both women, still struggling in the grips of their captors. “Hellgate’s a rough spot for a Fjerdan to make friends. A good woman would do all that she could to see her man free.”

The two grisha shared a look before Nina turned back to Pekka and asked with a strained voice, “What’s your price?”

He leaned closer to the Heartrender, “Bring me Kaz Brekker or I’ll see to it that your Fjerdan’s next fight is to the death.”

~*~

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Ghostly Changes

ectoberhaunt2023 day 19- claws/horns TW- none summary- Danny's ghost form is changing

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After the accident, Danny had been relieved that he still looked mainly like himself. He could pretend that he was just a kid with ghost powers. Sure maybe he had kind of died, but he was still alive. He still looked normal.

And then Undergrowth had happened, and his core started to mature, things had started to change.

It had started small. When he was in ghost form his skin began to get paler. He hadn’t noticed anything at first, not until Sam pointed it out.

After that, he’d tried to be more observant. He was not only getting paler, but his skin was taking on a slightly blue color.

And then his human form had begun to look pale as well. Mr. Lancer had given him a strange look one day and told him he should spend more time in the sun.

The fangs at come next, and Danny had to be careful not to open his mouth to wide or people would see. Not that people were really looking at him these days. Most of the time, Danny noticed that if someone glanced at him, they’d quickly look away. Even Dash was avoiding him.

And what was worse was that even Sam and Tucker never looked him in the eyes anymore.

He’d ask them what was up, and they’d answered that looking at him was unsettling. That it made their skin crawl and activated their flight reflex.

Danny stood in his ghost form in front of his mirror at home. He tilted his head side to side, reached up to feel his ears. They were slightly pointed now. His freckles were slightly green and if Danny looked closely they resembled the current position of the stars. He ran his hands through his hair which had begun to float on its own, not fiery but like he was underwater or in space. He felt along his head till he came to the two points that had begun to grow. He frowned and thought of Nocturne who had horns growing from their head. He examined his fingers which had begun to grow longer and end in sharp claws.

He steeled himself and met his gaze in the mirror. His eyes were still green, but they swirled like the portal and his irises had grown to cover nearly all of his sclera. His pupil looked darker than black and made Danny think of black holes.

Danny transformed into his human form. This one was at least mostly normal, if you ignored the paleness, fangs, and the strange quality his eyes had. They didn’t look different, but according to his friends, looking into his eyes made them think of a powerful predator.

What was happening to him?

Did ghost’s have their own sort of puberty?

Frostbite had said his core was maturing. Was that what was affecting his appearance? But a lot of the ghost’s he had met still looked mostly human. Why was he changing?

He turned away from the mirror. It didn’t matter. He had too many other things to think about. He had a test he hadn't studied for and a project he hadn’t started. And with his luck they would probably be a ghost attack.

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Danny had gone back to ask Frostbite what was happening, and the ghost yeti had confirmed that his core maturing was what was causing the changes.

“But why is it causing these changes? There are plenty of ghosts that still look human?”

“It depends on the ghost’s core and on the level of energy they have. Halfa’s have always been powerful, and you were made in the birth of a permanent portal.”

“So?”

“That means that you will be very powerful one day. Your form is changing to reflect that. You have met Noctorn the Dreamer and Undergrowth Guardian of the Green, their forms changed to reflect their cores and energy levels. The same is happening to you.”

“But I don't want to change.”

Frostbite had given him such a sad look then. “To fight the design Fate has woven for us always leads to disastrous results.”

“But I changed the future. I stopped Dan.”

“That was another timeline, the Great One. And you had the help of Clockwork Guardian of the Will Be.” Frostbite set a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “But worry not, Great One, these changes are merely of appearance. Who you are will not change.”

Danny had left after that.

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One year later

Danny’s human form hadn’t changed much more besides the fact that not even his friends would look at him directly anymore. But his Phantom form…

His ghost form had stretched to a height of three meters, his arms and legs were long and his feet and hands ended in claws. His skin was skin tinged blue and several patches were covered in hoarfrost. His eyes were completely green except for the black holes of his pupils, and his green freckles still reflected the position of the stars. His hair was longer and floated unencumbered by gravity. His mouth was full of teeth and his face looked sunken with his cheeks covered in an ever shifting pattern of frost. And from his head grew antlers covered in hoarfrost. They were big, extending two feet above his head and two feet to either side of him.

And above his head floated a crown made of ice and the aurora borealis.

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Obbligato: Epilogue - 4 (END)

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Jun, Tatsumi, Nagisa, HiMERU

Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Peace & hyenahunt

Tatsumi: Amen.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Hiyori: Haha. Yes, do continue to lavish your praise upon our Jun-kun!

...Honestly, when I was first shown around Reimei Academy, I found myself feeling as though we'd gotten the short end of the stick.

At that time, we had nowhere else that we could go, so we'd no choice but to resign ourselves to it. That before we could escape from Hell, we'd continue to be trapped in its depths for a while longer still.

Hiyori: But you see, as I walked along preoccupied with such melancholy thoughts, I happened to look out the window, and there I saw Jun-kun, dutifully practicing in silence all on his own.

The atmosphere of Reimei Academy at the time was truly dreadful — everyone seemed either dead inside, or they glared at each other with pure resentment.

Jun-kun was the only one with none of that air about him — instead he aspired only to improve himself.

Hiyori: And what a beautiful sight he was... Of course, telling him that to his face would be too embarrassing — it'd go to his head and he'd never let me hear the end of it.

It was while watching this boy that I found it in myself to believe my decision hadn't been made in vain. That if there was even one person like him here, then perhaps it wasn't all so bad.

And so that's why I made the decision to enroll at Reimei Academy, with Jun-kun as my goal. Honestly, I was there initially to scope out Shuuetsu Academy, a school made up of nothing but Special Student elites.

But I found myself believing that I should start all over again at rock bottom and covered with mud, just like Jun-kun.

After all, when you're up somewhere so lofty and high, you'll fail to see what's truly important.

Jun: And just what have you been so cheerfully badmouthing me 'bout, huh~?

Hiyori: Goodness, I wasn't badmouthing you. You're simply being paranoid.

Jun: You swear?

Tatsumi: That's right. I believe that you're rather important to Tomoe-san, Jun-san.

Hiyori: It's true! You rank right after my family, namely Nagisa-kun and Mary!

Jun: I rank below a dog, huh?

Hiyori: If that bothers you so much, then climb your way up! Come now, put your all into it and work ever harder for my love!

Jun: Shut it... It's not like I'm working hard for the sake of your love, y'know~?

I'm working hard so that I can be a better version of myself. Maybe my life looks all kinds of unfortunate and pitiful besides yours, but...

That's precisely why I wanna become the best and strongest idol, so that someday I can declare that's who I am, loud and proud.

It's then that the hard work of my past self will finally all be worth it.

So I'm gonna work hard, right now. I'm gonna give it everything I've got — 'cause giving it all that I've got is all I can do.

Tatsumi: That's right. Fufu, you truly do have no need for God's divine protection.

Jun: You got that right. I don't need no God to save me — 'cause I'm gonna be the one who'll save myself.

Tatsumi: .......♪

Nagisa: ... Shall we stop this idle chatter and begin recording, everyone?

... Though we could simply just rehearse today, and leave the actual filming for another day…

... We don’t have another day to spare, do we?

HiMERU: HiMERU agrees. There is no time to be looking back on days gone by.

We must look towards the future instead, and live earnestly.

So long as we are allowed to do so.

HiMERU: (Kaname. My poor, pitiable little brother. I shall take your place, at least for now.)

(I hope that one day, when you are able to walk once more, you will be able to live a little happier than before.)

(I'll arrange an environment in which you can, and secure a place for you in it as well.)

HiMERU: (I am your older brother, after all.)

HiMERU: (When you awake, when you're able to walk once more…)

(I won't fail this time. I'll make your wish come true.)

(Long have I lived alone, void of any dream at all — and now what was yours has since become my own.)

Tatsumi: (... Ah, even though this is the same place as then, the same Reimei Academy…)

(It feels different. Right now, I feel so refreshed and full of energy.)

(Are you the one I should thank for that, God?)

Tatsumi: (Our Father who art in heaven, you have always guided my life with your hand.)

(Dear fate, dear faith, I thank you for leading me to where I stand today.)

(We have faced much sorrow, despair, and tragedy.)

(Nonetheless, I stand enveloped in the warmth I had always craved. If this is reward for my piety, O God, then I truly could never detest you.)

Tatsumi: (Even if it happens that God does not exist, and this is nothing but a series of coincidences…)

(Then I shall call those coincidences miracles, rewards, and love you all the more.)

(Amen.)

(Fufu. I shall do as Tomoe-san did and use Jun-san, whom he loves so much, as an example; I'll begin at the very bottom, crawling my way through the mud.)

Tatsumi: (No matter how often he gets knocked down, how often he collapses, he still stands right back up.)

(I am forever grateful for that. Not only do I have God on my side, but friends as well.)

(Such invaluable friends who support one another…)

(Who share their warmth, and move forward with happiness in their hearts.)

(We shall walk together on this road, step by step.)

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darklinaforever · 4 months

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Mai is an apathetic character, certainly, and the only ones she seems to have any real affections for are Zuko and Ty Lee in the series. Because other than that, I get the impression that she doesn't really care about his own family. And it's not a bad thing that she is like that and that Zuko accepts her as she is. The problem is that it's clearly underdeveloped and has no real interest in the plot. To the point that once again, at the end you wonder what Zuko is still doing with her. It would have been interesting to seriously address Mai's apathy. Instead we focus mainly and quite simply on his interest in Zuko, which is... really not great. Creating an independent female character with badass characteristics and suffering from apathy, all of which to finally boil it down to her love for a guy is so inappropriate in my opinion. Especially since this love isn't even treated properly, because since Mai's mental state isn't really treated, she can clearly just be taken for a bitch. And that's how she makes me feel. This story of apathy only comes to light at the start of season 3 and is never addressed again. It's like it's just there to give a reason why Zuko would stay with her despite their very clear differences. In fashion, it's not her fault, it's because of what she went through. (Our first impression of Mai's parents doesn't even seem to be bad. So Mai's statement also feels like a backpedal...) And it might have worked somewhere, if it had been addressed correctly again instead of just once and never brought up again. Although also Zuko maybe didn't even understand the apathy thing like some viewers. Maybe he just understood that Mai had a difficult childhood which caused her to bottle up her emotions and not have a real interest in anything. If he understood just that and not Mai's apathetic aspect... Well that wouldn't really explain why he would still stay with her despite everything in the end. Especially since everyone is not going to think about apathy for Mai once again seeing how it is skimmed over and barely discussed. Mai's character has a lot of potential for me. Even in a romance with Zuko. (Seriously, they look awesome drawing together) But how am I supposed to get invested in a character that's barely covered ? How am I supposed to buy into a romance that just hinges on Mai's childhood crush on Zuko, without getting Zuko's opinion on it, a short, vexing discussion on the boat ride back to the nation of fire ending surprisingly with a kiss for no reason ?! Like... am I supposed to buy into this so-called romance ? Once again, it seemed mostly presented that this relationship was based on not much and was symbolically the epitome of everything Zuko thought he wanted but which he actually doesn't really want and especially what he doesn't need. Damn Bryke you really don't know how to write... Essentially the beginning of Maiko announces a future separation instead of a relationship that will continue. And the thing finally started to justify them staying together later at the end of the series, namely apathy, is barely skimmed over and is addressed only once, just to have done it, not coming from this fact still not made sense of the Maiko endgame. Because, even with the apathy aspect in play, it still does not justify the end of Maiko's game with the way in which their relationship began textually and symbolically speaking. If the writers wanted Maiko at the end of the game, they should have given them another start and treated Mai's character more, whether in her apathy or other aspects of her personality. Give her another fundamental trait than "loving Zuko". Which is to say, I don't like Kataang, but I still prefer this relationship to Maiko. In any case, the best romances are those experienced by Sokka, specifically with Suki.

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Hey, I had a question about the time warp au.

So, Ice and Mav are together in this, right? So, do mini Kazansky and Mitchell know that? How do they feel about? I love love to see their reactions to finding out that's who they end up with.

Heya!

Thanks for your question!!

Yep, Ice and Mav are together in this AU, have been for a while, and both Tom and Pete know about it.

I think they probably didn’t highlight it too much in the beginning, when they weren’t sure whether they’d be able to get Pete and Tom back to their own timeline. But that was more in a ‘the less information about “The Future™” they have the less potential damage it’ll cause’ sort of way rather than wanting to specifically keep their relationship under wraps.

When it’s deemed too difficult/dangerous/potentially catastrophic to send them back though, and it’s decided that Mav and Ice would take them in, they cover that in the ‘welcome to our world, you’ll love it’ lecture they prepared for them.

That said, I feel like they put particular emphasis on them still being their own people in an effort to let them develop their own bond without being influenced or feeling forced into anything. “Just because we ended up together doesn’t mean you guys are required to as well. You can form whatever relationship you want - don’t feel like there’s an expectation that you should feel a certain way about each other just because we do. We ended up together as the result of very specific circumstances that you don’t share and won’t be replicated, so you’re both still masters of your own fate.”

Tom struggles with it the most and initially sticks firmly to that train of thought. He makes it very, very clear to Pete that he didn’t see him in a remotely romantic way and they could maybe be friends but that was it and it took him a while not to be on high alert whenever Ice or Mav did anything that might ‘give them away’ (in his defence, in the space of one conversation he’d gone from being verrrrry deep in a very necessary closet to being inadvertently outed and confronted with a quite out and proud (and still accomplished and respected) version of himself - the kid had some adjusting to do). That sweeping declaration comes back to bite him when he actually does start developing some feelings for Pete later on, of course.

Once he starts adjusting though, seeing Ice and Mav interact and be there for each other in a very healthy way is equally reassuring as it is nerve-wracking. He’d sort of quietly feared he’d either end up in some sham marriage or completely alone so being confronted with evidence to the contrary, even if it’s not a guarantee, helps build up his confidence a lot.

Pete’s considerably more go with the flow about it all but he sort of feels the same way about it. Watching Ice and Mav together is pretty comforting, even with the whole Tom aspect removed. He’d sort of hoped that one day he’d find his person and have a family and be happy like they are in movies - but it always felt like a bit of a pipe dream. So actually seeing it play out for at least one version of him is more reassuring for him than it is suffocating.

Aaaaaand that was a far longer response than intended and I hope not too rambling. In short: yes they’re together, yes Pete and Tom know, and feelings are mixed but strongly leaning towards positive.

#time warp au asks

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Tiggie #1

(Itachi Uchiha)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to StringDman94]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,847

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

The start is a bit different than your request. I couldn't think of a way to write it how you asked.

Also, this is going to be a two parter; maybe a three parter. Sorry!!!

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I'm hunched over on the ground, blood dripping from my mouth as I gasp for air. Why am I here again? Why are we in the Land of Demons? Where are my squad mates? Where's Captain?

"I'm sorry," the older lady whispers, dipping her fingers into her eye sockets, popping her eyes out, blood trickling from the wounds she caused herself. The sight makes me dry heave, my body not knowing if I should keep panting for breath or heaving. "But there needs to be a backup plan, just in case Moryo and Shion both die. Just in case Shisui does not succeed. My home village will be safe, because of you."

"Shisui?" I ask between two or three heaves. "Who's Shisui?"

"Do not worry child, you will have enough to be anxious about later in life," the empty-eyed woman coos, taking slow but wide steps towards me. "I am gifting you my dojutsu. You shall see the future of all. You will save us all, will save my Village."

"What? What are you talking about?" I shriek, crawling away from her, the aches of my body and the broken leg buried under my skin making it difficult to move away from her.

I fail at my attempt to escape the woman. She settles in front of me, kneeling before shoving her eyes into me. I scream from the pain, my eyes feeling like they're on fire from her touch. "You will save the great nations," she tells me, backing away. My eyes sting as I open them, blood trickling down my cheeks, a mirror image of the person in front of me. "You will save my Village."

The nightmare - more so, the memory - comes to an end when I shoot up in bed, my chest pumping with the same fear I felt a couple of weeks ago. When the white of the hospital walls registers I'm able to calm down a bit, my heart still pounding in my chest.

"Hey, it's okay," the honey voice of my squad captain says, tugging my eyes to the side of my hospital bed. Sitting in all his glory is the Dog, who I've nicknamed doggie, eyes squinted a bit, cutting off some of the glow from his sharingan. "Another nightmare?"

"Ya," I whisper, letting my head fall to my hands so I can rub my eyes.

"Well I have some good news," he mutters, adding a lightweight to my lap. "We figured out what's going on with your eyes."

"We?" I ask, rubbing my eyes once more before letting them open. Sitting in my lap is a folder, one in which I flip open instantly.

"Let's just say the Uchiha clan dislikes me even more now," he utters, sulking in the fluffy chair that engulfs the older boy, making the other file in his lap slip a bit. He's only three years older, but sometimes it feels like Doggie is thirty going on fifteen.

My eyes scan over the first page of the paperwork, making them hurt from being used. The pain has gone down in recent weeks but it still hurts to use the basic sense of mine. "Itachi Uchiha is why my eyes are messed up?" I tease, scanning over the file of my old classmate.

Itachi and I graduated at the same time, the boy being a year younger than me. Itachi went straight into being an active Shinobi, mentored under one of his own. I did too, but unlike Itachi, in the last couple of months, I've been working for the Black Ops. After graduation our paths have crossed a few times but not enough to keep up with each other.

"What?" Dog asks, leaning forward to scan the file in my lap. "My bad, wrong file," he grumbles, taking the folder from me and replacing it with the one that tried to fall from his lap.

"Why do you have Itachi's file?" I mumble, snapping open the correct file and scanning the words covering the first page.

"I'm recommending him as a recruit," he whispers, eyes tearing away from me to stare out the window.

"Is that what Fugaku wanted in return for information on the dojutsu? His son getting a position in the Anbus?" I ask, glancing at my captain before I flip the page to continue reading.

Doggie shrugs before looking back at me. "It's not my decision but if Fugaku wants me to mention it to the Hokage it's easy work for the payout. Why? What do you know about Itachi?"

"Not a lot. We graduated at the same time but he was a year below me. He was pretty quiet, didn't talk much, didn't have many friends either."

"Seems to be a qualification," Dog mumbles, eyes back out the window.

"I guess so. He was my favorite person at the academy though," I continue, using our talk to help with the anxieties that are coming along with this 'dojutsu' thing stuck in me. "He was always nice when we talked and we usually ate together since he tended to freak people out and Genma had everyone at the academy in a fearful chokehold. Though, it was more me talking and him nodding along. Maybe when I tell him that I'm a fortune teller I'll finally get him to laugh."

Doggie lets out an airy chuckle, eyes flickering back toward me. "Telling the future will be pretty cool. We'll just have to wait and see how your dojutsu acts. Different ones see different parts of the future."

"Talk about an upgraded sharingan." That gets an actual laugh out of the captain, putting some of my nerves at ease. I'm alive and my squad is alive, that's what matters. "Do you think Lord Third is going to recruit Itachi?"

"Probably."

"Damn, there goes my youngest anbu trophy." Another chuckle, this one airy again. Captain is back to having his walls up.

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"I'm just saying, it wouldn't be a bad idea to start looking for a partner," Genma mumbles for the hundredth time, slowly walking the tree path he's taken me down.

He's decided to abuse his power as my guardian and signed me out of the hospital for a stroll through the woods, about 5 miles out of the radar the hospital 'struggle suggests' patience stay in when they're on family leave.

"I'm too young for that," I counter, waddling around on my crutches, making sure not to trip or put too much pressure on my leg.

Genma's eyes flicker towards me, as protective as ever as I slowly weave around the fallen branches and the surfaced roots of the forest. "I'm not saying get married. I'm not even saying get a boyfriend, or a girlfriend if you're into that. Actually, no dating, period. Just... a nice friend."

"Oh, so now you're calling me a friendless loser," I tease, eyes locked on the ground, set on not tripping and proving my older brother wrong. He insisted on carrying me through the forest because 'you're going to trip over something and hurt yourself worse'. Obviously, I'm not being carried so this is my time to prove him wrong.

"I mean... ya," he utters, stopping his movements as I work my way around a big branch. "You don't do anything except work. I want you to have a support system when I die."

"If," I correct, struggling a bit not to snag in the brush or the tree branch. Why did Genma decide a stroll in the woods was a good idea?

"If," he sighs, eyes glancing around the trees. "I don't want you to be alone if I die on a mission. I have friends, I have people to emotionally support me if something happens to you. You don't. That terrifies me more than anything in the world - dear Lord, let me help you," Genma groans, cutting himself off when my crutch gets caught, making me wobble a bit.

His arms wrap around me, set on clinging to my hips to help steady me. When Genma gets a hold of me, a light flickers, coating my sights in a bright white before evening out again. Everything is the same, the forest is still present, my crutches still tucked under my arms, and the weight of Genma's hands on me.

Well, all is the same until there are movements in the trees. "Genma," I call, leaning into him, my back bumping into his chest.

"Ya?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

There's more wrestling of the brush before four mute-colored - monsters? - jump out from the trees. My eyes trail over the spider-looking man with six arms, quickly trailing down the line of - rope waisted? - monsters.

"Gen - " I start, turning my head to look back at him, but there's no Genma to be found.

"What the hell is up with your eyes? Why are they purple?" My brother's voice rings out, followed by the feeling of fingertips brushing across my cheek.

"Gemma?!" I scream, pulling back from the mystery voice and touches. I trip over the root I was trying to get around, falling flat on the ground.

What the hell is going on? What do I do? What's up with the cult-looking monsters? What's with the damn ghost of my brother's voice? "Genma!" I yell again, struggling to get to my feet, pain shooting up my leg with the weight of my body being pressed into it prematurely. "I need you. This isn't funny."

"I'm right here. Why are you freaking out? We're fine, stop freaking out, and get off your leg. You're going to set your healing back," the void lectures, sticks snapping as it moves closer.

"Genma!" I yell again, high-tailing away from the man, the stitches in my leg giving way and making blood and a new ache leak down my leg as I run. It's probably not the best idea to run toward the herd of scary mutants but at least they're an enemy I can see.

"Stop running away from me, you're hurting yourself. Come here!" The void continues to yell, the sound of snapping sticks increasing as it chases after me.

Soft thumps fill the air as I head towards the four monsters, making me stall in my movements. I slowly turn around, being met with the sight of Raido, one of my older brother's coworkers. "Raido!" I yelp, heading towards him until I catch a glimpse of the shinobi by his side. "Genma!" I almost cry, turning directions to head toward my bandana-wearing jerk of a brother. "You can't just leave me like that!" I continue to complain, angry and frightened tears running down my face as I reach my arms out towards him.

When my hands touch him, he puffs away, leaving behind a cloud of smoke before the bright white light flashes across my senses for the second time. "Genma!" I shriek again, hands shooting up to rub the pain of the light out of my eyes.

"I'm right here, why are you yelling?" My brother's voice rings out again. Hands gripping my shoulders and before one jumps down to press on my busted stitches. "What is going on with you?"

I'm shaken with his free hand, making my hands fall away from my eyes. "Genma!" I cry again, the sight of my brother falling into view again. I lunge forward, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his neck.

"Hey," he coos, rubbing his hand up and down my back. "We're okay. Please calm down, you're going to give yourself a panic attack. You are fine, you are safe, you are loved. Repeat it, Peanut."

"I... I'm fine, I am... I am safe, and... and I am loved," I whisper back between hiccups. I continue repeating it as Genma picks me up, pain-dipped knives stabbing along my torn-up leg.

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"Are you still in reality?" Doggie asks for the hundredth time, his fingers ghosting around my wrist as he leads me toward the locker room. This has become my captain's new thing, asking me if I'm having a 'flash of the future' as Genma calls it.

It's been almost two months since my first 'flash of the future', with a handful more happening since then. Curtsey of a lot of testing and educated guesses, the Leaf Council has concluded two things; One, there's no way to control it, and Two, the person I'm touching is what fuels it. No touching, no 'flash of the future'.

The council has also decided I'll continue working with the anbus since, and I'm quoting Lord Danzo, 'What use is it protecting a fortune teller that can't explain the future, let alone control her tellings?'. Fine by me, it's not always the best thing to stand out in our village, something my brother and I know all too well.

Since the village elders think it's best to not focus on my lovely new eyes, they're keeping the knowledge of it under wraps as much as possible. Aka, everyone in the village is whispering about it but the elders, Genma, and myself aren't allowed to confirm or deny any questions.

"Nope, totally not," I mutter, shifting away from my captain. I don't like being coddled, and that's what Kakashi is trying to do right now. It's annoying.

"Oh ya? Tell what you see, Oh Wise One," he teases back, the faintest of smiles under his mask.

"I see... you getting your head shoved into a locker if you keep babying me," I answer, pausing for dramatic effect.

"You're not funny," the captain mumbles, opening the door for me, his hand motioning me inside. I do a little curtsy, fluffing out a fake dress before walking through the door. "Listen up," Captain booms, following me into the locker room. "Let's all welcome, Tiggie back!" He yells, playing on the tiger mask I was assigned during orientation.

"Welcome back, Tiger!"

"How are you feeling?"

"Are you going on the mission today?"

Different questions and greetings are thrown my way as I walk through the crowded place, the occasional person ruffling my hair or patting my back.

"Hey, Tiger!" The girl known as 'Squirrel' says, greeting me as I settle by my locker. I'm locker eleven-A and she's locker ten-A, so I guess that makes us locker bodies. "Did you hear the news?"

"What news?" I ask, focusing on turning my key in the lock and popping the wooden door open.

"There's a new boy in our squad. He's called Weasel. Rumor has it he's younger than you."

"Oh ya?" I mutter, tugging on my hair so I can tie it up before mission reports are given.

Squirrel hums a yes, switching from my left to my right on repeat. "He got locker twelve-A so you two are locker buddies."

"Jealous, Squirly? Worried the Weasel is going to take me from you?" I ask, glancing at my roots in the mirror I've hung in my locker. Flat, perfect.

She giggles, finally opening her locker to get ready. "He's cute. The mysterious, dark shaded, gives off morally grey vibes, kind of cute."

"If he's younger than me, he's too young for you," I tease, tugging my shirt off. It's half true, Squirrel is fourteen, which I only know because we went through orientation together. "Besides you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that isn't anything like this 'morally grey' Weasel person you're talking about."

"That's an upgrade from the 'emo boy' nickname you usually use," a soft voice says from behind me. I turn around to see who's talking, my eyes graced with my academy friend: Itachi Uchahi.

My eyes widen a bit as a smile cracks across my face. I guess Fugaku got what he wanted. "Hey, It - er - Weasel," I greet, cutting myself off from using his real name.

"Hello....?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to try and catch a glimpse of my mask.

"Tiger, but the Captain calls me Tiggie."

"Tiggie?" He repeats, focusing back on me. "That's... cute," Itachi mutters, a soft smile on his lips before he turns away from me.

I suck my cheek in, chewing on it as I turn my focus away too, sliding back into a work mindset. The heat crawling across my face makes it hard to stay focused though.

Squirrel wiggles closer to me, hands holding my shoulders as she whispers. "I think the Weasel likes you. The only question is how do you two know each other?"

"Whatever," I mutter, rolling my shoulders to shake her hands off of me. "You're not allowed to ask non-work questions."

"You're no fun, Tiggie," she teases, making her voice airy when she says my nickname.

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"I told your brother I'd walk you home!" The captain yells at me, rushing to change out of his uniform as I head toward the door.

"I'm more than capable of walking myself home, Doggie," I mutter, rolling my eyes at him.

"Doggie?" Itachi's voice pipes up from next to me, startling me. I jerk away from the sound, turning my head towards the Uchahi boy. "Why do you call the captain doggie?"

"Because he calls me Tiggie."

He hums and another soft smile shoots my way. "How about I walk you home, Tiger? Would that be alright?" He asks, turning toward Captain for his second question.

Dog stalls in his movements, blinking slowly as he looks between the two of us. "I guess that's fine. I don't think he will care... maybe. Probably not."

"He won't," Itachi says, grabbing my wrist before walking out of the locker room.

I stroll after him, flickering my eyes around anywhere but the boy dragging me behind him. "My brother hates you," I mutter, trying to push down the blush threatening to climb up my face again. "He threatened to shove a kunai down your throat last time he saw you."

"That's because your brother has an unhealthy attachment to you and an even more unhealthy protectiveness over you," Itachi mutters, tugging me forward so we're side by side instead of me trailing behind him while we climb down the stairs. "Besides, your brother only threatened to stab me because I kissed your cheek at graduation. I won't be doing that in front of him again ." In front of him again. In front of him... again.

The words tumble around my head, making me lose my battle with the heat that's been threatening to climb across my face. "Why are you walking me home?" I murmur, blinking my eyes as I'm led outside into the natural light.

"Because your brother is unhealthily protective. He would tear the Captain a new one if you walked yourself home."

"Is that the only reason you're walking me home?"

"Yes." Damn, I guess Squirrel was wrong. Oh well. "You will make me a snack when we get to your home. It is courtesy."

Well, I guess Itachi never grew out of his demanding personality... or bluntness. "What do you want me to make?"

"I don't care," he mutters, his thumb rolling over the veins of my wrist. It was probably an accident but I can't help but smile at the soft touch.

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"You have to tell me how the Weasel and you know each other," Squirrel whisper-yells at me, her eyes flickering from me to Itachi who's waiting by the door to walk me home for the third week in a row.

"You're not allowed to ask non-worker questions," I remind her for the hundredth time today, shifting stuff around in my locker in search of my shirt. It couldn't have gotten that far away.

"Technically it is a work question, it just so happens to have a not work answer," she counters, eyes still racing back and forth. "Besides, everyone has kind of figured out you guys knew each other before the Anbus."

"Ya?" I grumble, finally finding my shirt and tugging it over my head.

"Ya, it's pretty obvious. I wish Kanji would walk me home every day. It would be so cute!"

"Just ask him too," I tell her, rolling my eyes at the romantic gushing about her boyfriend again.

"I don't want to have to ask him. I want him to want to, you know? Like Weasel is with you. He wants to walk you home so he waits for you every day."

"Weasel walks me home so my brother doesn't have a meltdown," I shortly explain, closing my locker and making sure it locks.

"If it was just about your smokin' hot, high-ranked brother, he wouldn't do it every day."

"I think I just throw up a little bit," I mutter, fake gagging as I walk away from my locker mate. "Stop trying to hit on my brother!" I yell at her over my shoulder, rolling my eyes before settling them on Itachi. Maybe Squirrel is right. If Itachi didn't want to walk me home he'd only fill in the spot when the Captain is busy. Or maybe he took my brother's empty threat to heart. Who knows?

"Stop having a hot brother!" She yells back, a string of laughs following her sentence.

"Are you ready to go, Tiggie?" He asks, looking at me with his usual intensity. I swear Itachi always looks like he's trying to set stuff on fire with his eyes. It's a weird thought to have, especially since his clan specializes in fire jutsus.

"If you are," I answer, getting my wrist grabbed like the new usual seems to be. When Itachi's fingers press against my wrist, feeling my heartbeat, he starts tugging me behind me, another new usual. "You do know that I know the path home, right?"

"I do. You're not going home today."

"I'm not?"

"You're not," he mutters, slowing his pace a bit when he starts leading me down the stairs. "You are coming to my home today. My mother wants you to join us for dinner. I told her you would."

"You didn't say anything about a dinner with your parents to me. Why am I having dinner with your parents?" I point out, panic tingling up my spine.

I'm not dressed for a dinner party. I'm not prepared to meet Itachi's parents. I don't even know why I'm meeting them. How is Genma going to react when I tell him? Given, he's away on a mission and won't be home until tomorrow, but still. He's going to lose his mind when he finds out when Raido tells him. Oh Lord, how's Raido going to react when I show up at home later than expected?

"I'm telling you right now. Is that not good enough?"

"What if I had plans after our mission?"

"You would cancel them, but you don't have plans, so why worry about a hypothetical situation?" Itachi asks, opening the front door before using his hold to pull me out of it, quickly following behind. "My parents like to know who my friends are. They know Shisui, and now they want to know you. So, you are coming to dinner."

"Ah, okay."

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