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abittersweetsongforyou · 3 years

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wtfock fic recs part 2

saddle up for pt 2 babyyyy

wtfock fic recs pt 1

the underrated (just read them trust me they're brilliant)

wishing, wanting and longing by dottori

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart by orphan_account This isn't our first time around by noobishere this is us, through your eyes by dottori - with yasminas season starting id like to draw everyones attention to this fic from yasminas pov its sweet and sentimental and lovely and the fact that it has under 100 kudos is a fucking crime Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by berrevy - i love this author so much and this fic is so good, i love the way they're written here, the description is beautiful, 10/10 A morning without you is a dwindled dawn by Createdforyou - so soft i love seeing them just living their lives together Elayna Aan Zee by zetaphiuchi(ryuujitsu) - this one is sad and maybe sander forgives too quickly but its beautifully written and i love it you're an angel in disguise (you're an angel in my eyes) by thekardemomme - this is so sweet and lovely and warm everyone should read it I do now. by irregardlxss - robbe tells jens about the hate crime dreaming of you by ivy_seas - just them being happy at christmas time hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue by nbrook - they're dorks and they're too horny for their own good but they love each other very much i've never been in love (but i wanna be, i wanna be) by ladypeaceful - what if sander took noors place at the party in episode 1 we have the stars (and this is given once only) by merengue - military au but also childhood friends and its so soft and beautiful and they love each other so much Agents Sliding Down The Chimney by berrevy - i seriously cannot recommend berrevy enough this is a christmas fic thats a little sad but also a whole lot sweet and very real which is what i like

angst bby

I follow you (deep sea, baby) by emotionalgoblin - sander pines in my mind, in my head by cubedmango - canon divergence for s3 last two episodes

gonna help you be free, honey by lamourestout - aftermath of the hate crime

We're always gonna be contaminated by nbrook - sander fucked upppp and everyone is sad but they communicate so its fine

the night we met by themoongirl - college au, sad boys :(((

show me some stars (beneath this ceiling) by peaceoutofthepieces - five times robbe wishes he could wake up next to sander and one time he does You're always there for me by nbrook - the s4 car accident aftermath (don't want anything) but all of you by MajorAccent - s4 car accident but extra extra angsty i know someone who kisses the way (a flower opens) by romantiser robbe and sander see each other again after sander paints the mural

sander and robbe being so in love it hurts

he is the one by themoongirl - marriage proposal im soft

I'm holding my breath, as the seasons change by bruisingknees - robbe moves out of the flatshare

new year's eve by themoongirl - sander is sad but robbe is soft

all you never say by nothingbutniall - fluffffff

you're the one that i want by themoongirl - sander needs reassurance

dark paradise by luckycharmz - sander is coming out of a low and robbe takes care of him

i was grounded (while you filled the skies) by wafflesofdoom - theyre in love okay

If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance by allforyoumylove - theyre childhood friends and theyre in love

oh my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight by alsjeblieft - sander painting robbe

Early Morning Dancing by teen_content_queen - flatmates dance in the morning v v cute

(inside my head) I've been at war by nothingbutniall - they're so soft pls

The sun came up and I was looking at you by allforyoumylove

Baby, Home Is In Your Arms by clarecas - robbe comes home to sander after his exam

don't be scared, you are my rock by peaceoutofthepieces - sander is sad but robbe is there purple lips (underwater) by dottori - fluff so much fluff i love it sm

in all your gorgeous colors by nothingbutniall - sander paints robbe you're still the that i love (the only one i dream of) by thekardemomme - i couldve also put this in the angst category but they just love each other so much its so beautiful My darling, I'm rooting for you by allforyoumylove - sander is having a depressive episode and robbe loves him fully formed, ready to run by MajorAccent - sander is down and robbe just wants to be with him paper rings by thekardemomme - they love each other so much and theyre going to get married one day i've always wanted a (boyfriend) by thekardemomme - christmas is sanders favourite holiday and robbe doesnt love christmas but he loves sander Come lie with me by allforyoumylove - they're roommates but they cuddle and fall in love glimpses by foxsake5 - theyre just living their lives, being in love, as they should

boyfriends being boyfriends

I absolutely adore you but we're absolute beginners by nbrook - sander is adorable

boy, i fucking got you by noobishere - yeah its rated e but its so sweet okay

Lovesick by szamsson - sander picks robbe up from school

you're a wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall - boyfriends go camping

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall - Christmas gift giving at the flatshare

we're keeping it simple by noobishere - eenvoud babyyyyy

Meet me in the hallway by nbrook - ahsdka Milan

double date. by fockinglevendcliche - double date with amber and aaron

back to the beach house. by fockinglevendcliche - sander wants to get it on and robbe is weak but their friends are assholes

take me with your constant shame by peaceoutofthepieces - cute date hold me close by sincerelysobbe - robbe is stressed and sander is the best boyfriend you charge me up (like electricity) by howlingsaturn - secret boyfriends if you say swim by soundnvision - another date another pool Modern Love by angelboygabriel - okay yes this is e rated but their. boyfriends and they're happy they're just also horny mkay You make me feel like I am whole again by nbrook - robbe has a rough day but sander is there being all cute and making it better I've been looking so long at these pictures of you by nbrook - much banter very cute You're my favourite kind of night by nbrook - at a halloween party finally kissing the right people Show me a piece of your heart, show me a piece of your love by nbrook - boyfriend tag for the broerrrs channel, unfinished but so much fun thus far working double time by noobishere - sander is wearing a turtleneck and he looks hot in it Ground Control by angelboygabriel - christmas clinging and sex because why not oh and they're in love hopeless romantics by thekardemomme - it's their anniversary and ugh they love each other sm sander driesen versus a mistletoe by dottori - its christmas and sander just wants to fucking kiss robbe okay high for this by flowermaze - sander is drowsy and still finds time to flirt with robbe All You've Got to Do Is Win by berrevy - they actually do play that tennis match years kept in minutes by peaceoutofthepieces - they have traditions and its adorable pls love is the opening door by cryingcancer - robbe and sander facetime on their anniversary after sander was sappy on instagram Home by foxsake5 - sander is a massive simp and robbe looks hot in a robe You don't have to say you're mine by nbrook - robbe is a little insecure and sander is there to reassure him Distracting by sincerelysobbe - v v v cute jahsdjah sander is weak for robbe we all understand bro February 14th, 2021 by foxsake5 - no words bro just cute af if we can make it through december (maybe we'll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall - sobbe at the christmas market This = Love by nbrook - robbe is hungover and sander loves to tease him They ain't living life like this by Createdforyou - halloween but this year they're together

sexy times

Woensdag 16:36 by Anonymous

i don't even wanna fuck, i just like you by eversincewefellapart

Vrijdag 18:26 by Anonymous - hurt and comfort

video phone by tokyometropolis(mesohorany) - quarantine times

Don't know where I'm going from here (but I promise it won't be boring) by skamsnake

snakebite by Anonymous

Zaterdag 09:58 by foxsake5

Wildfire by sincerelysobbe - no smut just kissing but they steamy

come on (mess me up) by MajorAccent - sex but tender 🥺

The Teenage Trifecta by little_but_fierce

i glow pink in the night in my room (blossoming alone over you) by midsummernightoddity

life is a pop of the cherry by icedwhitemocha - the hotel

Ik Win by Anonymous

In his arms tonight by allforyoumylove

long may he reign by tokyometropolis(meohorany) - well considered smut jsdhjhd

Draw Me Closer by skamsnake

When I live my dream (please be there to meet me) by skamsnake

we click, we go boom! by strangeparties Dark Red by nancy_mcfly - friends with benefits play the game of grown-ups by Anonymous - they have a lot of sex but its because they're in love

#wtfock #wtfock fic #wtfock fanfic #wtfam

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miss-eucatastrophe · 4 years

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Main Pairing: Levi x Erwin x Mike x Thick!Reader/PlusSize!Reader

Summary: When you purchased your first home you’d anticipated it being a turning point in your life. You just didn’t anticipate that turn to give you whiplash.

A new home throws you into a new lifestyle you would have never thought you’d find yourself in-- with three men you’d never expected to be with.

Rated: Explicit [18+]

Main Tags: Polyamory/Polyamorous relationship, BDSM, Attack on Titain Modern AU, Slow Burn, Porn with Plot, Thick!reader, PlusSize!Reader, Chubby!Reader

A/N: I was gonna wait, but I guess I have no self control.

Chapter 2

A groan left your lips. You were so sore. Who knew that gardening could make someone so sore? Your legs and forearms ached from digging, weeding, and kneeling in the dirt. But the payoff had been near instantaneous. Your little front yard garden was so cute. Time would tell if it would thrive. For now, it was just what you wanted. It was welcoming, and warm; evidence that a new person lived in the house.

“Just gotta keep my flower children from dying.” You mumbled out loud against your pillow. It took great effort to turn your head and face the light shining through your blinds. It was early again. It was shocking you hadn’t been sleeping in late given how busy you were. It was safe to assume it was the excited jitters that came with being a new homeowner. Each day brought a new project. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, willing yourself to settle your thoughts before they started to list all the things you wanted to do to your house. For now, you settled on nurturing your flower children.

Good ‘ol Google had informed you that you should water your plants every day when you first put them in the ground to get them used to their new home. After that you could settle on a watering routine.

You pushed one foot out of bed, testing the air with your toes like you would a pool, and then groaned, pulling your foot back under the warm safety of the blanket. For a moment you contemplated going back to sleep, but vanquished the idea when the morning sun assaulted your eyes again.

With a determined huff, you threw the covers from your body, taking the plunge into the day. It took you a moment of stretching to drag yourself over to your dresser and throw some clothes on the bed. Something comfortable. You weren’t planning to go out anywhere today, just outside for as long as it took to water your front yard, then you would likely retreat to the comfort of your home. You had a few more boxes to unpack anyway.

After you slipped your clothes on, you made your way down the stairs to your kitchen, petite—but still bigger than your previous. It was the perfect size for a single occupant. In spite of not being hungry in the morning, you forced yourself to make breakfast, hoping the smell of scrambled eggs would coax you into eating by the time it was done. You often skipped out on meals, which was a problem. Perhaps it was one of the reasons for your thickness. Skipping meals could be just as bad as overeating, forcing your body to unhealthily accommodate for the bad habits. It could also be a trigger for overeating later in the day. One of your goals of a new home was to adopt a routine, which included eating regularly.

You spooned your meal onto your plate, adding some toast to it as you made your way to the window of the living room that overlooked your front yard. You yanked open the blinds, eyeing your garden as you lifted toast to your mouth and took a bite. Thankfully, the new plants hadn’t spontaneously combusted in the night. Something you assumed happened if you didn’t have a green thumb.

Noticing movement from the corner of your eye, you turned your head, seeing your neighbor getting into a clean, and rather new looking, truck in an army green color. Mike must have been going to work. You smiled, resisting the urge to wave. He probably wouldn’t have seen you anyway. Moving back to the kitchen table, you sat down to eat your breakfast before placing your dishes in the sink, opting to scrub them later. For now, you’d let them soak. Did they need to soak? No. But letting them soak gave you an excuse to avoid doing them for a few hours until they stared you down later.

Slipping on your shoes, you walked outside and unwrapped the hose from its coil, turning on the spray and providing your plants with much needed sustenance. You started with your potted plants, being reserved with the amount of water you gave your succulents before making your way down the stretch of dirt to the north of your lawn that your new shrubs and flowers called home. You watered your shrubs generously, pausing as you reach your pansies. You glared down at them, some of the flowers had actually had the audacity to wilt slightly. Giving a huff, you changed the function of your hose nozzle, making the flow far gentler as you crouched to examine them more closely.

“If you could not do that, that would be great.” You mumbled at the ungrateful cluster of flowers, eyeing a particularly sad looking petal.

“Flowers being disobedient?” You flinched at the smooth voice and stood right up, turning around quickly. If you hose had been on a higher function you would have sprayed the source. Opting not to take any chances, you quickly moved to stop the flow of water with the switch on the attachment.

You weren’t adequately prepared for what greeted you when you leveled your gaze on the source of the voice. Though after yesterday, maybe you really shouldn’t have been all that surprised. This man was nearly as tall, though not as brawny as your new acquaintance Mike. He had golden hair the color of wheat, and eyes that put oceans to shame under a pair of thick brows. You swallowed, taking note of his jawline and the expanse of his fit torso which was snuggly clad in a white button down. You didn’t realize you could hold contempt for a shirt—but with the sleeves rolled up a pair of strong forearms, it was clear the shirt was hiding impressive goods.

Damn every man in this neighborhood must have been a stud. You weren’t particularly religious, but you felt the urge to praise god for the blessing.

Though he’d probably just strike your down for the unholy thoughts going through your head.

The clearing of a throat brought your eyes back up to the blond man’s face where a smile sat, not the smirk you’d expected from your obvious ogling. “I’m Erwin Smith. I’m your neighbor.”

“Ah, sorry!” you said quickly, setting the hose down by your tennis shoe clad feet. You wiped your palm as discreetly as you could over your thigh to clear it of moisture from the hose and extended it to him. “Nice to meet you, I’m [y/n].” This hand was soft, but all consuming as Mike’s had been.

Mike.

You suddenly remembered, stopping your handshake abruptly to point to what you assumed was the man’s house. “You’re Mike’s boyfriend?” You probably shouldn’t have blurted that; in case you were wrong. After all, Della had made assumptions about you and Sasha the day you’d moved in. But the stranger, Erwin, only tilted his head and chuckled. “Did he mention me? All good things I hope.” His tone was deceptively casual.

“Uh, no,” you mumbled in embarrassment, clearing your own throat this time as a blush rose to your cheeks. “Della told me there was a couple next door.”

Erwin hummed, a deep and satisfying sound, and nodded his head, though in the next breath he’d seamlessly dodged the question. “Della is such a kind woman. Did she bake for you?”

You smiled brightly, remembering the cookies, and not noticing his lack of confirmation. You’d already drawn your conclusions. “Yeah, the cookies were amazing. I’ve got a theory that she’s a witch.” Oops, word vomit. You were worried that male wouldn’t understand you were joking, but he laughed—to your relief.

“When we moved in, she made a cake.” He leaned in closer to you, his voice just above a whisper, “She might be looking to fatten us up and eat us, so be on guard.”

This pulled a giggle from you, and oh what a pleasant sound to Erwin’s ears, “If Hansel and Gretel could handle it, I think we’ll be okay.” The scent of Erwin’s cologne filled your nose, musk and mahogany flooding your senses and the hint of something else too. Ink maybe.

“I sure hope so,” Erwin leaned back, out of your space, “I would hate to lose our new neighbor so soon.”

Biting your lower lip, you took in air that wasn’t saturated with the blonde’s heady scent.

“Yeah, who would care for my flower children if I died so soon?” You teased, gesturing behind you to the new plants which for the most part looked healthy in spite of the stubborn pansies which seemed hell bent on making your life a little more difficult. The last thing you needed to worry about where flowers. Though your anxiety was probably delighted to have yet another thing to obsess over.

You compared your anxiety to a super villain—someone lingering in the shadows and waiting for the smallest display of weakness through your progress—poised to strike.

Erwin’s blue eyes slid over the greenery before looking up at you. “We’d adopt them for you. No need to worry.” You looked over to Erwin’s home where the lovely magnolia tree grew. Their garden didn’t have as many plants with flowers, but what plants were there were clearly well taken care of. It was mostly green, though the magnolia tree added the perfect little pop of color to an otherwise verdant front yard. “At least I know they’d be going to a good home.”

The male chuckled, a sound that hummed from deep in that fit chest. “Can’t take all the credit. Mike takes care of the yard occasionally, but we leave most of it to the gardener.”

Of course, they would have a gardener. Their house was large and immaculate, and in addition to Mike’s well-maintained truck, it was hard to miss the Mercedes currently parked in the driveway. Clearly Mike and Erwin had well-paying jobs. “A plant nanny.” You deadpanned, earning another chuckle from Erwin who’s smile turned fond.

“We’d love to have you over for dinner. We’d like to properly welcome you to the neighborhood.”

You were taken aback for a moment, anxiety flooding your stomach on instinct. The thoughts were instantaneous. ‘What if I make a fool of myself?’, ‘What if I spill a drink?’, ‘What if I eat too much in front of them?’, ‘What if I say something wrong?’, ‘What if—’

A deep breath through your nose.

A subtle exhale from your mouth.

The thoughts were quieted.

Another deep breath through your nose.

Another subtle exhale from your mouth.

Your heart rate significantly lowered.

“I’d like that very much.” You answered before your thoughts could creep in again and dispel your nerve.

You weren’t going to let your anxiety keep you from experiences, especially making friends with your neighbors. You knew if you stopped to think on it deeply you would psych yourself out with overthinking the kind offer and ultimately decline. Best not to let your anxiety or self-consciousness rule your decisions. Therapy had taught you that.

Erwin looked pleased with your answer, his smile touching his blue eyes.

“Wonderful,” he purred, reaching into the pocket of his black slacks to hand you his phone, “Put your number in, if you wouldn’t mind,” he added the last bit to make it less of a command and more of a suggestion, “I’ll text you a date.” You smiled and tapped your name and number into the contacts of his phone, adding a flower emoji just as a playful wink to your conversation before handing the cellphone back to his waiting hand. “Sounds good.”

The male’s smile didn’t fade as he slipped the phone back in his pocket. “I’ll text you later.” He promised, making you return his smile. Though that should have triggered a bit more nervousness, anticipating a text, instead it just put little butterflies in your stomach. Yeah, he was gay—and taken, you reminded yourself again—but you could have attractive friends that were nice to look at. You were allowed to get excited over a little dinner date, no matter how platonic.

As Erwin moved in the direction of his Mercedes, he looked over his shoulder at you. “Don’t be too hard on your flowers,” he fished out his key fob, clicking the button to unlock his car, “It can be hard adapting to a new home.”

Smiling, you leaned down and picked up the hose, clicking the water back on and misting it gently over the pansies once again for good measure, hoping to perk up the wilting petals. “It helps to have someone to pamper you though.” You mumbled absentmindedly, earning a little glance from Erwin before the blond got into his car and sped off down the road.

You thought you had made yourself perfectly clear to yourself that the backyard was not a priority. But after unpacking a few more boxes of miscellaneous objects late into the afternoon, it just seemed to call to you.

You stood at your sink in your kitchen, looking out into the yard from the window as you nibbled on a bite of your lazily made sandwich. Your small kitchen table had already been set up so it’s not like you had to stand to eat any of your meals, but it seemed even when eating you had to pace. You blamed the new environment. It would take time to get comfortable, just like Erwin had said about your flowers. Even though you were excited and loved your new home, it was taking your time to adjust.

Your eyes narrowed as you looked over the yard, as though you were trying to imagine it looking differently than it currently did. You had a rather vivid imagination, you read quite a bit after all, but when it came to mental landscaping you were coming up short. The only reason you were able to spruce up your front yard without much deep consideration was because there was a plot of dirt already prime for flowers. It just lacked anything in it. Picking some things to fill the void hadn’t required a great deal of mental fortitude. The backyard was different.

It wasn’t exactly a mess, but it wasn’t a marvel either. It was a blank canvas of untapped potential—and weeds. A slightly overgrown lawn, lack of any interesting plant life, and boarder of dirt that was begging for flowers much as the front yard had. But you weren’t ready for the amount of plant life the backyard could hold. Being a new plant mother, you needed time to hone your skills. The front yard was plenty for now.

Even so, you couldn’t keep yourself from glaring at the backyard. Maybe it was because it glared back at you from every window. You wanted to look outside and see something pleasing to the eye. Why did hyper fixation always go hand-in-hand with anxiety? You tapped your foot against the floor and chewed your food, willing the nervous energy to dispel.

Fuck it.

You could pluck the weeds.

That might help until you could really bring yourself to get into the project that it would someday be. Besides, you should really keep up on the yard even before fixing it so that it wasn’t more of a hassle in the long run. Weeding it would be a good start, and it might make looking through your windows a bit less bothersome.

You placed your crumb covered plate into the sink and made your way through the sliding glass door to the backyard, taking a little detour to drag the green’s can from the side yard so you would have somewhere to put the weeds after you ripped their stubborn carcasses from the ground.

The poor bastards had no idea what was coming.

Taking a look around you, you once again crinkled your nose in contemplation. At least the lawn was mostly green. It didn’t look as though the previous owner had used the yard for storage or trash. It really didn’t look like the previous owner had used it for much of anything. They clearly couldn’t have been bothered to do much more than turn on the sprinklers, just like the front yard. You narrowed your eyes and scanned the environment, once again trying to channel your creative side. All you could think about were plants for the most part. You weren’t even all that plant crazy until recently. It was just the first thing that came to mind when you thought of the outdoors. You huffed through your nose. Maybe a deck at some point? That would cost money. You sure as hell were not going to build one yourself. IKEA furniture was the extent of your carpentry skills. At least the fence looked pretty good, spare for a hole like crack in one of the planks on the left side of the wall. That should be easy enough to fix. Surely it wouldn’t require the establishment of a whole new fence so at least you’d save some money there.

You gave up your attempt at visualization to pull your gardening gloves onto your hands. You’d take to some online forums for backyard ideas when the time was right. You had to remind yourself that right now you were just focusing on battling the weeds.

You tried to go at it methodically, you really did. You were going to start at one end of the yard and make your way to the other. But each time you bent down to pluck one weed you’d see a huge one from the corner of your eye at the other end of the yard that would distract you. You’d pluck that one, then there would be another at the side of the yard you’d just came from so you’d have to go back again. Pretty soon you were just hopping from whatever weed assaulted your eyes to the next, which mainly consisted of the big ones that had no right existing in the first place.

You were going to kick yourself later when you had to revert back to your original method of going from one end of the yard to the other when it came time to sift through the smaller weeds—but for now the satisfaction that came from yanking the big suckers out of the earth gave you too much momentary euphoria to care. That would be a problem for your future self.

For now, your newest target was spotted. A huge weed growing along the fence line. The number of squats you were inadvertently doing in your quest to de-weed the yard was going to hurt you tomorrow. It was kind of hurting you now. Turning your legs to Jell-O. But you were determined to vanquish every form of unsavory vegetation before sunset. You’d use tomorrow as a day of rest if it came to that.

It was probably going to come to that. Gardening was proving to be a workout in itself.

Pulling yourself to standing, you walked over to the weed by the fence and crouched down, gripping it and giving a firm tug around the stock. But the titan weed hardly budged. You arched a brow and wrapped your other hand around it, tugging once more. You swore the weed pulled back as you rocked on your heels. Frustrated, you sat yourself on your knees and leaned back, trying to use your body weight to get the massive bulb from the earth with a grunt.

At least, you thought you grunted.

Wait that wasn’t you.

You paused; your hands still wrapped around the weed as you stayed frozen in mid tug.

There was another grunt in a masculine tone— which most certainly did not come from you.

“Goddamn it…” The voice was deep, dripping with a sort of smooth roughness that was a complete contradiction that only made sense from hearing it firsthand. It was the sort of tone that held an edge in any words that came from it. In spite of it coming from the direction of your neighbor’s yard, it was not a voice you’d heard before. You were sure you would have remembered it.

“Erwin—fuck!” There it was again.

“Shh…” That second voice you thought you recognized. Finally, your head darted up from your place on your knees out of instinct. You were eye level with the rough hole in the plank you’d noticed earlier that exposed your neighbor’s yard.

And much more than that.

From your viewpoint you could see the edge of a pool, lush plants, a deck further back—but the lovely yard wasn’t what pulled your attention. What pulled your attention was two people on a lounge chair, one propped up by the lifted back, the other straddling across strong hips.

The person sitting back on the lounge was obviously Erwin, naked as the day he was born in the late afternoon sun. Your assumption had been right about his torso. It was in fact sculpted by the hands of god, all firm muscle and definition. You could vaguely make out light traces of hair on it from your distance, what little there was must have been as blond as he was.

However, this isn’t what struck you the most about what you were seeing. Though it was a sight to behold. What struck you the most was that the person in his lap—

Was not Mike.

Your lips parted in a silent gasp, lashes fluttering as if you could wash the other figure away and replace it with Mike. But the person on Erwin’s lap couldn’t be more different and there was no way in hell to confuse the two even with the most vivid of imaginations.

He was smaller, clearly shorter, with a body that was muscular on its own but far more lithe than the bulkier form of Mike. It was hard to see his face at the angle you were given. The lounge was not exactly parallel to the break in the fence, giving an angle that displayed a view of the sinewy back of the stranger, as well as their stark black hair, but no hint to their face in the slightest. But you could see Erwin’s, twisted in pleasure, and even at a distance it was obvious what was taking place.

Swallowing thickly, your eyes drifted down the stranger’s back to a pert round ass currently stuffed with Erwin—which from what little you could see not buried inside, was not an easy adjustment.

“Fuck me harder.” Came that deep voice once again, a commanding growl for more as his hips rolled down on the intruding length.

Erwin grunted, his fingers digging into the man’s waist in a white-knuckle grip as he bucked himself up, thrusting himself into the ravenette. “Beg for it then.” He bit back in a grunt, it seemed to be taking a great deal of effort to keep from fulfilling the request, if his clenching palms and strained voice were anything to go by.

The man on top of Erwin scoffed, lifting his body and sitting himself right back down on his lap, forcing the cock deep inside him before rocking his hips forward and back, pulling a moan from Erwin. “When have I ever begged?” His tone was deceptively even for what he was doing— as if taking that massive length was the easiest thing in the world. Perhaps something he did regularly.

You weren’t so sure you would be able to keep an even tone had you been in the raven’s place even if it had been the hundredth time.

A smirk played on the blonde’s lips, “First time for everything.” You thought you heard, but the voice was quiet, perhaps suddenly conscious that they were outside.

Pale fingers slid up the plains of Erwin’s chest to coil around his neck. “I’ll take it myself.” The black-haired male growled, steadying himself on his knees before he started to bounce on the cock inside him. He pulled himself up, nearly taking the shaft out of his hole before slamming himself back down, muted moans pulling from him each time he forced himself down on the lap with a lewd slapping of skin.

It was at that moment that the weed in your hand snapped, sending you backwards with a yelp. You’d lost your balance, your butt making contact with the soles of your shoes as you plopped down completely on your knees from your previously raised position on them. Ditching the weed, you crawled away from the hole in a panic and covered your mouth with your hand as though you could turn back time and capture the yelp that was already in the air.

It wasn’t until you were a good seven feet from the fence that you allowed yourself to listen for any sound. There was silence for a long while other than your rapidly thumping heart under your palm while you attempted to keep it in your chest. It was only when you heard the faint and distant sound of skin on skin, a sound you’d only hear if you’d known to listen for it, that you allowed yourself to breath. You pulled your mouth shut, not realizing how long it’d been hanging open. You’d probably swallowed a bug or two in your stupor. You couldn’t be sure.

Feeling your pulse throb between your legs, you whined softly, squeezing your thighs together and biting your bottom lip as guilt washed over you. The guilt was rather misdirected, at least it should have been. But you’d felt it for a variety of reasons. The hallow yet heavy sensation sat deep in your chest. You’d peeped on your neighbor, accident or not, a total invasion of privacy. What made it worse was the wetness steadily forming at your core. You’d peeped like a horny teenager and gotten turned on by it.

If the guild from that wasn’t enough—you’d gotten turned on, meanwhile Mike was being cheated on.

That last part stung the most.

Erwin was cheating on Mike.

You paced back and forth in your living room, the tip of your thumb in your lips so you could bite at your nail—a habit you’d thought you’d long since kicked.

How on how on earth were you going to tell Mike that he was being cheated on? Should you tell him at all? Was it really your place?

These where the questions stirring in your mind as you paced. If you continued to traverse one end of your living room to the other, you would likely ware a rut in your flooring.

Plucking your thumb from your mouth, you stilled your feet and pulled your phone from the pocket of your leggings, tapping away on the technological rectangle to bring up Sasha’s number. It was times like this where you needed to get out of your head. So, in these moments you often talked out your thoughts with Sasha. It was the only way to get out of the infinite circle your pondering often became.

‘If you were being cheated on, would you want someone to tell you?’

It wasn’t ten seconds after you sent the text than those little ellipsis came on the screen to indicate your friend was already typing out a reply.

‘What do you know?’

You brought up the keyboard of your phone to explain, but another message quickly followed.

‘Is Connie cheating on me?’

‘I’m gonna serve him in the burgers.’

‘I’m Sweeney Todd-ing this bitch.’

You had to type faster to cut her off. Maybe starting the message like that hadn’t been your wisest move.

‘No!’

You sent the message twice when you saw the ellipsis raise on your screen again, being sure she saw your reply so you could clearly explain.

‘Not you or Connie! I’m talking about my neighbors.’

‘Oh’.

She wrote back, a momentary pause before adding,

‘Don’t tell Connie about me making him into burgers.’

This pulled a smile from you and curbed your anxiety, allowing your heart to still. Leave it to Sasha to calm your nerves with her naturally comedic personality.

‘Anyway, what happened?’

Well that calm was short lived. You remained standing in case you had to get the nervous energy out by pacing again.

‘I met the neighbors. The ones Della told us about when we were moving me in, remember?’

It only took a second for Sasha to text back—she was fast with her fingers even though she had had the same shitty phone for close to 3 years. Only shitty because of the cracked screen that she had more than enough money to fix, but always complained if she got a new one, she would just drop it anyway. You were fairly sure the phone also had a little dent in it, she said it added character.

‘Yeah.’

‘They hot?’

‘Ridiculously.’

‘Niiice.’

You typed hastily to try and stay on topic.

‘Their names are Mike and Erwin.’

‘And they’re hot.’

You snorted but continued typing, trying not to let your thoughts linger on how attractive both the men were. That wasn’t was the discussion was about. You cut to the chase.

‘I accidentally saw Erwin having sex with someone that was NOT Mike.’

The reply actually took a full minute, though it wasn’t long, an indicator that Sasha had probably typed a few different replies but deleted them until settling on what it was she did send.

‘How did you ACCIDENTALLY see that?’

You could hear the accusatory tone through the little blue bubble that held her words.

‘I was in the backyard and I heard a sound and I ACCIDENTALLY looked through a hole in the fence.’

Reading that back—it really did sound like you were some kind of voyeur.

‘It really was an accident. I was weeding.’

These excuses were completely pitiful, and you were the one writing them.

‘So did you accidentally get a good look at who he was screwing?’

‘I only saw his back.’

It was only half a lie. You saw his strong back, his black hair, and an amazing ass.

‘Was he hot?’

Maybe texting Sasha wasn’t as productive as you originally thought.

‘It was a very nice back.’

An understatement if there ever was one. You hastily added to the message.

‘But that’s not the point. It wasn’t Mike. Now I don’t know if I should tell Mike or if I should just mind my business.’

On the one hand, you wanted to have a good relationship with your neighbors, and who they were and were not sleeping with was not something you should be concerning yourself with. Injecting yourself into their love life was something you didn’t feel you had the right to do, especially because you hardly knew the two of them.

On the other hand, you thought about how much it hurt to be cheated on. You imagined Mike, blissfully unaware that the love of his life was sleeping with someone else in their own home and it made your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. You ached for him

‘Are you 100% sure that you saw what you think you saw?’

Taking a moment to recall the memory, a blush creeped up your neck and right up to your face. You shook you head to will the images away, once again ashamed of the heat it stirred between your legs.

‘Yeah. It was clear.’

There was no way to mistake what you saw. They weren’t nude sunbathing, they weren’t naked cuddling, and there was no way the other guy just fell on Erwin’s dick.

This time it took Sasha more than two minutes to answer. She must have been thinking. Maybe even asking Connie what he thought. You hopped not. Connie and Sasha may not have known your neighbors, but you also didn’t want to gossip about them. You honestly just needed your friend’s advice on a difficult situation. One that you’d put your own damn self in.

‘That’s hard. I mean you don’t really know them well enough to say anything, ya know?’

That was something you wrestled with. It would be different if this were a friend who you were close with. It wouldn’t even be a debate if it were someone you knew well, like Sasha. You would tell them in a heartbeat because not telling them would likely have greater consequences. But when it came to Mike and Erwin, you didn’t know them. Again, you reminded yourself that it wasn’t your place.

But if you did form a friendship with them, would you be more obligated to tell Mike? You imagined having a friendship with the men and all the while harboring this dark secret.

There you went again, 100 miles ahead of present.

You chewed your thumb nail again, not noticing that you had once again began to pace.

You must have been taking too long to respond, because another text from Sasha lit up your phone.

‘Who do you think he was banging?’

‘Dunno. They do have a gardener.’

Your reply was meant to be sarcastic. How were you supposed to know? You didn’t know a thing about the guys next door other than they were both attractive and that one was a cheater.

Actually, you were relatively certain that Erwin wasn’t banging the gardener. That man on top of Erwin was too pale to see the sun on a regular basis.

A vibration in your hand made you lift your phone again, expecting another text from Sasha, only to see a message from an unknown number. Your brows knitted together as your finger pressed against the notification, pulling up the text.

‘Hello, [y/n]. It’s Erwin. If you’re available, we’d like to have you over for dinner tomorrow night.’

These guys didn’t waste any time. You’d be thankful about not having to cook if you weren’t harboring a secret about your inviter. You stared at the message, kicking yourself for opening it because Erwin would likely have an alert on his end that said the text had been read. He’d be expecting a reply.

It wasn’t as though you could lie and tell him you wouldn’t be home. That avoidance strategy wouldn’t work with someone who could just peek outside and see if your car were in the driveway. Hiding your car in the garage wouldn’t work when it was still a mess of packed and unpacked boxes you had yet to either toss or organize. Honestly, you weren’t about to be up all night clearing it just to avoid your neighbors. You answered before you had more time to mull it over.

‘That sounds great, I look forward to seeing you.’

Was that too formal? You added the number as a new contact before you could hyper analyze your own words. It was tempting to place the number under the name ‘adulterer’, but you thought better of it. You were just being petty about a matter that you shouldn’t be so invested in. You were going to have dinner with your neighbors and completely forget about what you saw—for your own sanity. You weren’t about to let self-imposed guilt eat you up inside. Though this wouldn’t be the first time.

“Not my circus, not my monkeys.” You muttered to yourself, a little mantra you used to say when reminding yourself that something, often some sort of drama, wasn’t your business to involve yourself in or to be dragged into.

Instead, you opted for continuing your conversation with Sasha, steering it toward any other subject possible. By the grace of god, she started asking you about your move and how you were enjoying your new house. Your friend always knew how to distract you. Maybe she felt your nerves through the phone.

She’d known you early in your journey through therapy and knew when you needed to talk and when you needed to be distracted. Sometimes she knew it before you did.

Counting and colors could only go so far. Sometimes a friend was the best grounding tool.

To bad you couldn’t bring her to dinner tomorrow.

You’d be on your own for that.

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it must be exhausting running all these circles around your mind

Word count: ~7500 | Rating: G | Chapter: 1/2 (part 3 of the overall series) Tags: Miraculous Ladybug AU, Superheroes AU, vague references to violence and trauma Summary: Taichi struggles with the right thing to do. Ladybug fights an akuma who has the upper hand. Or, well, eight of them.

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Taichi wonders if his mother had ever gotten sick of reminding him all the time when he was younger, "If you've done something wrong, you need to apologize."

Back in elementary school, Taichi spent most of his afternoons with Sora, following her home directly after soccer let out. She had been napping on the couch one of those early evenings, exhausted from their last practice match, and Taichi could only be entertained by glue and construction paper for so long.

Her bangs had been overgrown back then. He had remembered her brushing them out of the way during practice, clipping them to the side to keep from bothering her when she'd lean over worksheets in class. Taichi didn't know she'd been working on growing them out. Honestly, he didn't even know what that meant.

He was pretty sure he was natural with the safety scissors Sora's mother had left him with. The jagged lines, he had concluded, were an artistic choice. Really, he didn't think he'd done too shabby of a job. Not at the time.

Sora hadn't appreciated his thoughtfulness, nor his artistry, and so Taichi had apologized. Several times and over days. Sora had been resolute in giving him the cold shoulder, but the reality of his grievance hadn't really set in until their next practice, when she wouldn't even so much as kick him the ball even if he was the only person open.

Sora had never missed kicking to him before.

"I know," his mother had cooed, kneeling on the linoleum floor in front of him where she had found Taichi in the team's locker room, nearly inconsolable. "I know you mean it," she had said, pulling a crumpled tissue from somewhere inside her purse and wiping the tears right off his face. It had been in vain as more swiftly took their place. "It's okay, Taichi," she had told him softly until he had finally settled long enough to look his mother in the eyes. For the first time she had taught him, "But just because you mean it a whole, whole lot, that doesn't always mean you'll be forgiven."

Across from him, under the shade of the tall oak tree, Sora pushes her bangs out from in front of her eyes, tucking them just behind the shell of her left ear. She had seen it in her heart to forgive him, eventually, when she no longer had to wear hats to hide his magnum opus. Taichi taps his notebook with the capped end of his pen, feeling the well of guilt pooling in his chest again. He wonders if she still thinks of it, if she regrets ever letting him back into her life.

Sora peers up from where she's been highlighting notes. Her eyes hesitate where the tempo of his tapping has become its own drum set before looking him fully in the eyes. Her smile looks sincere when she graces him with it and Taichi thinks, maybe, she doesn't.

A part of him is too afraid to ask.

"Bored?" She asks him, capping the highlighter in her hand and dropping it in the open space between them. It rolls down the table, the only indication of the slight incline the bench had been situated upon, and stops against his notebook. There's a rainbow of them gathering all over the table and Sora plucks another color from the pouch beside her— lime green this time—before returning to her work.

"No," Taichi says. "Just thinking."

A breeze passes by overhead, warm and comfortable, shifting the leaves until they chatter with the promise of spring. The sun feels nice where it leans against his right side.

An absolutely lovely day.

He should be enjoying it, in the company of one of his closest friends. Sora hums as another breeze passes by them, sounding content. It had been her idea to stow away for their shared free period at the end of the day, to get their homework done outside where the sun was inviting. "It'll make the work feel more pleasant," she had reasoned. Maybe it should, but when Taichi breathes in he wishes all that would greet him is the smell of fresh cut grass, the feeling of new life and rebirth and everything he associates with spring and soccer. But all he finds is what feels like a stone, lodged in the pit of his stomach and unmoving.

The bell chimes to mark the end of classes. Taichi can hear it just barely where they're sitting right outside the school building.

A flood of students runs down the main staircase. He's got a great vantage of it just over Sora's head. Several loiter under the roof, taking up residence on the benches as they wait for their rides. A few cross the road to catch the city bus, hesitating to wait for the students as they cross by in front of it. Others start heading in the opposite direction from him and Sora, towards the school fields.

"We should probably start heading to our clubs," Sora suggests, but she makes no immediate move to pack her things, still invested in highlighting her notes. She reaches for a bright pink marker next and Taichi collects the lime green one, tilting his notebook vaguely to catch it before it can roll past him.

"Did you hear about the other day?" Someone asks on their way past their bench. "We got ourselves a local superhero."

"You mean that insect man?"

"Ladybug," someone else corrects them. Taichi whips his head in the direction of the conversation. He watches the small group of students, intent, but their conversation is swallowed by the distance as they continue on their way into town.

Sora's pink highlighter thumps heavily against the bench seat beside him before plopping onto the grass. Taichi stares at it where it lays still.

"He's the buzz of the town," he hears Sora saying.

"Yeah, Hikari's a fan." Taichi leans down and grabs for the marker, dropping it on the table between them with his growing collection.

She's got a blue one now, tapping it against her cheek pensively. "I'm surprised the media hasn't been swarming this place since that attack last week."

"There wasn't anything to report since all the damage got cleared away," Taichi mentions.

"It did seem," Sora pauses, pressing her lips together. "Far-fetched to someone who wasn't there. I saw the first explosion knock out half the roof from the tennis court and it still feels hard to believe."

"I rode a magic bull," Taichi says with a long grin. "And I still find it hard to believe."

Sora doesn't seem to find the reminder to be as entertaining as he does and so Taichi let's his grin drop.

He turns back around for a moment, but the group he had been eavesdropping on has since vanished from earshot.

"There's been two more attacks since then. That's three in seven days, isn't it?" When he turns back, Sora's eyes are on her notebooks again, but she doesn't seem as invested in their contents. "How long do you think this is going to keep up for?"

He isn't sure if she wants an answer. Taichi knows he doesn't really have one that she'll want to hear. Instead he offers, "We just have to believe in Ladybug."

Maybe it's the right thing to say after all. Sora's smile returns in full bloom, relief spreading through her bright brown eyes. "He does seem to have it handled," she agrees.

Taichi smiles back, but his answer doesn't sit quite as comfortably with him. He's caught Ladybug's last two skirmishes on the news, watching with bated breath every time the situation turned sour just before the hero found a way to change the tides. Ladybug has gotten better, more practiced. At least from the outside, at the distance between the reporter and the screen and Taichi's couch. But he remembers what Ladybug had looked like up close, the set of his jaw contradicted by the shake in his hands, the fear in his eyes when he wasn't trying to pretend to be in control of their situation. Taichi’s chest feels heavy at the memories.

They're not friends. Taichi doesn't even know if they count as acquaintances, but every time he sees the superhero on his screen, he can't help but wonder, who will be there to save him ?

Only someone with a certain gift, Taichi remembers. His teeth clench at the thought. He'd done well enough without one, hadn't he? Maybe he could—

He meets Sora's gaze. This time concern creases her brow, worry evident in her eyes. He hopes it's not becoming a permanent fixture now. "Taichi?"

"Sorry," he answers sheepishly. "Just had... things on my mind."

"What things?" She asks gently, but there's a pressure to her voice that Taichi finds familiar.

He's not sure she wants to hear it, though. Guilt tugs at the back of his mind because he had, not that long ago, promised he wouldn't do anything stupid. It isn't fair that he should be here with her now, practically wishing for it.

But like a miracle of its own, another source of his anxieties comes careening down the staircase behind Sora's back, almost nothing more than a blur of red. "Koushirou."

"Koushirou?" Sora repeats, sitting up straighter in her shock. "I thought you two made up?"

"So did I," Taichi mutters. His eyes follow the path of the other boy as he crosses the campus. He hadn't really suspected Koushirou as someone who could hold a run quite that long, but Sora had implied he was once on the soccer team. Even if it was just mostly as a bench warmer. He disappears down the farther street. Taichi frowns. He wonders where Koushirou is heading. It's not the way he had seen him going home last week. He's pretty sure his home is on the other side of the city, just behind where he and Sora are sitting. Which reminds him, "Remember I asked you about the bakery?"

"Uh-huh," she hums. "The one Koushirou's family runs."

Taichi narrows his eyes, leaning forward across the table with his elbow. "A detail you forgot to mention."

"A detail I didn't think was important to mention," she corrects him.

"Yeah, well," he grumbles, "I went there on Saturday." Sora's eyes stay trained on him. "He barely said anything to me, then just ran off."

"Ran off?"

"And he's barely talked to me the whole week. We actually got assigned partners on a project and he emailed me to say he'd just do it on his own."

Sora's eyebrows shoot up.

"Here," he says, pulling his phone out of the side pouch of his backpack. He thumbs through several windows before pulling up the email in question and handing his cell phone over to her awaiting hands.

There's a short while of silence as Sora reads over it's contents, her eyes scanning back and forth and mouth forming some of the words unconsciously. Taichi waits, oddly nervous. Laughter cuts through the crisp air somewhere from the other end of the campus. Sora gives the phone a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she hands it back to Taichi. "It's written very politely."

"Yeah," Taichi says. He looks back over the message again with fresh eyes, hoping it will change his opinion. All the words read the same to him and he drops his phone into the abyss of his backpack. "It's the nicest get lost I've ever gotten."

Sora says nothing. Taichi stares at the latest ruined page in his notebook. There's nothing of substance there. Just doodles of lines converging along the margins, hapless patterns that seem to go nowhere. There's something like the sun at the top of the page, opposite a giant tear where he’d attempted to erase some lines. Taichi bites his lip at the image. He'd forgotten about it this last week, but the little box has been sitting in his backpack, waiting for the chance to be reunited with its owner.

Ladybug.

Taichi groans, thumping his head against his notebook. His thoughts keep leading back there no matter how much he tries to chase them away, to those dark eyes, to that stubborn determination and—

"Is it really bothering you?" Sora asks tentatively. He can feel her fingers gently tap over his fist on the table. When he looks up she's sending him her most sympathetic smile. "I can try talking to him like I promised?" She offers.

Right. The Koushirou Problem Redux.

He almost says yes again, wants to just let Sora work the magic that comes to her so easily and patch the whole thing up but, "Nah." She sends him an imploring look, one that asks if he's sure and Taichi tells her, "I should do it myself."

This time when Sora smiles, her lips turn up to the left in the way they often do, tinged now with a hint of pride and Taichi feels his heart swell to know he's the source of it.

Somewhere nearby the first notes to a shrill melody filters in, oddly muffled.

"Shoot," he says, jumping to his feet. Sora pulls back immediately, her eyes widened with concern once more. Taichi gathers everything he's certain is his own from off the bench and haphazardly drops them back into his bag, textbooks and looseleaf paper sticking up at different heights. "I have to pick up Hikari," he explains.

Taichi decides there's little risk of getting caught in a downpour on his way home without a cloud in the sky and doesn't bother struggling with the zipper after it only pulls up part of the way.

"Again?" Sora asks, her eyes following him as he squeezes out from under the table. She's capping her newest highlighter. "What about soccer?"

"I'll talk to you later," he says quickly, pulling his bag over one shoulder. Taichi makes sure it isn't the exposed side, not wanting to lose anything on his way. He gives Sora a hearty wave before jogging off in the direction of the local elementary school.

"That wasn't an answer!" She calls back to him.

Taichi sends her another wave over his shoulder without turning back. The notes of his alarm are singing again and he darts past the two sections of the pick up driveway without barely sparring a glance one way or the other as he crosses over to the main road towards the city.

Taichi feels out of breath by the time the first tower of the elementary school comes into view over the shop buildings. Running isn't normally an issue for him, but after a week of easing up on his usual conditioning, well, it’s to be expected.

He recognizes the teacher on duty today, sitting on the stone wall bordering the school, closest to his side of the street. She looks up from her lap full of papers, dark red ink visibly scattered throughout each page. Taichi assumes she must be taking advantage of her stolen time by grading test papers or homework.

He gives her a winded, "Sorry," but doesn't quite know why. She nods him in the right direction towards his sister before burying herself back into work.

Hikari is easy to find, being one of the last kids still lingering outside of the school. Only earlier this week she used to wait for him somewhere by the teacher, staring at the brick walkway as if it were the most interesting piece of architecture in the whole city.

Today, however, is different.

She's sitting on the wall adjacent, just on the other side of where it opens up to the main entrance. Taichi hears her talking long before he actually sees her, hair and legs bobbing in and out of view behind the large pillar she's tucked behind. He stops for a minute, flabbergasted as her laughter breaks over the sound of the other children in the park nearby, whose guardians had long come by to pick them up.

"They've been talking about Ladybug all day," the teacher tells him, with an amused smile.

Taichi looks back at her, offering a short, nervous laugh. "Talk of the town, huh?" A short hum is the only sign she even heard him. So much for small talk.

"Taichi?" His sister's soft voice calls for him. It's the only warning he gets before a heavy force knocks the wind right out of him. He pats a hand instinctively atop the head of the person hugging him and is bewildered when he spots Hikari still standing over by the wall several feet away, head tilted in a silent question.

He stares down into a pair of bright blue eyes. "Takeru?"

At the sound of his name, Takeru beams. His chin pokes into Taichi's stomach uncomfortably. "Boy am I glad to see you're all right!"

"Uh," Taichi starts. Distantly he thinks that should be his line. He had been looking down at Takeru the last time he had seen him, too. Back then he had looked scared, eyes wet with ready to shed tears. A reasonable response given that an entire building had just collapsed over them. Taichi swallows. Phantom debris fills up his lungs, a great pressure settling over his back, choking—

"How do you know my brother?"

Takeru pulls away. "I was just telling you about the guy who helped Ladybug!" He presents Taichi to his own sister with a sweep of his hand and a smile that could rival the warmest sun. The difference between then and now is startling to Taichi. "This is him! Taichi!"

Hikari stares up at him with her bright brown eyes, suddenly transfixed. It's as if she's looking at a completely new person and not the brother who's been late picking her up for the last week.

Taichi feels the weight settle heavier over his shoulders. "I wouldn't really say I helped—" he tries. Laughter bubbles up from his chest. It's anything but humorous. "It was more like —"

"A hindrance?" Someone suggests. Even though spring has already begun to settle, Taichi feels a sudden nip in the air. He catches Hikari's worried eyes.

"Yamato," Takeru says. In contrast he sounds so bright, leaning around the bend of Taichi's waist to greet the person behind them. Taichi follows his lead, turning on his heels to meet the new stranger.

Yamato looks to be Taichi's age, and even with the space between them he estimates they're probably about the same height, as well. His eyes are about as bright as Takeru's, but not nearly as warm. In fact as he looks between them, Taichi can't help but think the resemblance is striking. Given the circumstances, he probably isn't off in assuming they're related.

"You're late," Takeru chirps.

"Sorry." Yamato offers the younger boy a strained smile. "Go get your bag and wait for me."

"Okay!" Takeru dashes off back behind him, calling out to Hikari.

Without any warning, Yamato swiftly closes the distance, back straight and eyes narrowed directly onto Taichi. Instinctively, he takes a step back, his bag almost slipping all the way down his shoulder.

"You!" Yamato addresses him accusingly, jutting his pointer finger right into Taichi’s chest, voice dangerously low. His eyes remind Taichi of ice, finely pointed at him like daggers. He can hear Takeru and Hikari talking animatedly not too far behind them. "My brother could have died because you wanted to play superhero."

"I—" Taichi can't seem to get his volume down as low as Yamato's, but the timbre of his voice is almost as heated. "I wasn't—"

But it's not meant to be a conversation. Yamato doesn't wait for him to finish, mouth pulled back in a thinly veiled sneer. His finger digs in deeper, but it's not nearly as intrusive as his words. "You can't just be careless with other people's lives!"

Silence.

Several reactions vy for Taichi's attention at once: hurt, anger, defensiveness, guilt. He meets the teacher's imploring gaze over Yamato's shoulder where she's still stationed further down the wall and holds up his hand to tell her it's alright. She doesn't push the subject, returning to her work without a second glance. Taichi looks back to the other boy.

Yamato has since averted his own gaze, fists balled at either of his sides. Taichi drops his own gaze to the concrete, frustrated.

"Yamato!" Takeru calls out tentatively. "Are we going?"

"Just a minute, Takeru!" He raises his voice to call out to him. To Taichi he murmurs a quick, "Stay away from my brother," as he pushes past him. The satchel bag at his side thumps into Taichi's hip, but he somehow manages to swallow an affronted hey .

Taichi turns again, planting his feet heavy on the asphalt. His mouth opens, but Taichi doesn't really know what to say. It just simmers in the back of his throat, burning. Yamato never even looks back. Taichi can practically still feel the anger radiating off of him, shoulders taut and head resolutely high. Takeru tilts his head back to meet Taichi's stare, his bright blue eyes apologetic. He sends a short wave before picking up his pace to keep up with Yamato’s longer strides.

Hikari tugs on his shirt, startling Taichi back to attention.

"Who was that guy?" He asks, shaking his head.

He doesn't really expect an answer, but Hikari offers him one anyway. "I think it's his brother."

It wasn't exactly what he'd been asking.

"So I gathered."

First Koushirou, now this Yamato guy. Taichi seems to be building a rather terrible rapport. He flinches, wondering if Ladybug would count himself amongst them and they'll all start a club with matching jackets.

"We should go home,” Hikari suggests.

On the further wall the teacher is already packing her papers away in a hurry, relieved now of her extracurricular obligations.

Taichi lets out a long winded breath. "You're right."

"Already making friends, huh?" Taichi prompts his sister as they turn onto the main road. It's more crowded here. He holds out his hand and squeezes when Hikari takes hold of it easily.

She keeps her eyes glued to the pavement, her face pensive when Taichi peers down at her. "Maybe," she decides, carefully stepping over the next crack in the concrete. "He kept telling everyone about how he already met Ladybug, but there's nothing like it on the news. Everyone thinks he's making it up for attention."

"I see." Even kids have it rough. "And you believe him?"

Hikari shrugs her shoulders with great exaggeration. She hops over the next line and lands in the center of where the concrete has fractured into the shape of a small triangle, balancing herself on one foot, then hopping over it with the other like a personal game of hopscotch. Taichi's mezmorized.

"He didn't seem like he was lying." She stops for a moment, her large eyes staring up at him. "Was he?"

Taichi feels his cheeks heat in shame, breaking eye contact to watch where they're still walking. Narrowly, he misses trampling a dandelion that's made it's home between two slabs of concrete in the middle of the sidewalk. "Depends on what he said."

"So you really did meet ladybug?" Her voice is filled with awe, her hand squeezing his more tightly.

"Yeah," Taichi admits. "I met Ladybug."

Hikari looks away then herself, eyes focused ahead of them. She's no longer playing her little leaping game, but Taichi catches a glimpse of a long smile curling up her lips. He can't help but feel his own following.

"Hey, uhm, maybe don't tell dad," he thinks to ask her after they’ve walked several more blocks in silence. "About the whole, you know . Actually," he thinks better on it, "don't even mention it around mom, either."

"Okay," Hikari sings, swinging Taichi's arm with the force of her own. "It'll be our secret, then."

"Yeah. Our secret."

When he turns to smile down at her his eyes catch the storefront just over Hikari’s head. Plastered on the window in large, vinyl letters is the name Bakeology , almost perfectly transposed except for the crooked tilt of the ‘e’. Taichi doesn't notice he's stopped walking until Hikari tugs on his arm, having gone forward several paces without him.

"What's wrong?"

Taichi frowns. Baked goods sit visibly on little racks in the front displays, the easiest thing to see without pressing his forehead to the glass. Taichi isn't hungry for once, but he considers going inside anyway with the excuse of buying Hikari an after school snack. Just to test the waters. See if Koushirou's mom throws him out on sight or if she'll be as warm as she was the last time. And then, maybe, Taichi can rustle up the courage to ask her as casually as possible, "Has your son mentioned that he still hates me?"

Instead he says, "Nothing."

Several beeps set off in their general vicinity. Beside him Hikari reaches into her pocket and pulls out her own cell phone.

"It's an emergency," she relays, looking up at him with her honey-bright eyes. "There's another akuma attack."

Around them other people have already started scurrying about, ducking into stores, sprinting on their way to—Taichi assumes—their homes.

"Stay away from the harbor," Hikari reads further.

Taichi swallows. His backpack feels heavier, a reminder of the trinket still sitting inside. He has little doubt Ladybug will be there. It would be the best opportunity to meet him again. Taichi wonders if Ladybug would even recognize him, or if his face would blend in among the thousand others living in the city, just a blurry memory of the guy who almost got them all killed.

"Taichi?" Hikari asks, her hand tugging gently on his own.

He looks down at her, eyes large and worried. Taichi swallows again.

Yamato's voice comes back to him, the anger now sounding scared, shaky. "You can't just be careless with other people's lives!"

Hikari still watches him, and in the back of his mind he can see Takeru's bright eyes, dewey with tears, darkened with fear.

"Let's go home, Hikari," he tells her. The noise of the city seems to filter back in, a hum of panic still running through the streets. It startles Taichi's heart, but he does all he can to keep the fear out of his voice, the shake out of his hands as he squeezes hers tightly. "We'll be safe together, okay?"

She nods, looking as if she actually believes him.

Taichi keeps his eyes forward on his every step, letting new laid memories lead him on the route back home. He can feel his pulse quickening, a smarting of frustrated tears building behind his eyes, but he keeps them back, presses his lips together and just thinks about getting his sister home.

Hikari wastes little time shucking her shoes off in the foyer when they make it back inside. Taichi toes them towards the shoe rack at the door before stepping out of his own.

"I'm home, mom," she calls out. Taichi strains his ears to listen, but the only sound that greets him back is the creaking of a door and Hikari adding a quick, "I'm going to do my homework!"

She spares a quick glance back down the hallway at Taichi, smiling lightly. Hikari doesn't bother shutting the door as she heads into the living room with her backpack still over her shoulders.

"I'm home," Taichi says as he passes the bedroom door. He stands there for a moment, his hand hesitating over the knob, waiting.

"Can I put on the news?" He hears Hikari calling back from around the corner. Taichi feels his heart rabbit for a moment, wondering if someone else will answer.

No one else does.

Taichi closes the door gently as he joins his little sister in the living room, draping himself over the back of the couch. He tosses his backpack onto one of the empty cushions, just missing their cat, Miko, curled up by the arm. Hikari looks back at him inquisitively where she's set herself up on the floor in front of the coffee table, school worksheets neatly stacked on the table beside her. In front of her is a small notebook opened to a clean page.

"If you can still get your work done."

In answer she reaches for the remote. Taichi can see the barely contained excitement in her movements as the television clicks on. It's still set to the local news station where their dad had left it on last night before he'd fallen asleep in the reclining chair.

"—has been fighting off an akuma—"

Hikari grabs out a pencil case from her backpack and chooses one without ever taking her eyes off the screen. He doesn't think it's school work when she starts filling up some of the lines in her notebook, exchanging her time between it and the screen. Taichi opens his mouth to say something when the anchorwoman on the live feed lets out a sharp yell.

"We're alright!" The anchorwoman assures them. Takaishi Natsuko flashes in the lower corner of the feed as she offers up a long smile to the camera. "As you can see, Ladybug has pushed the akuma further into the harbor behind me here."

Taichi releases a long breath. The camera isn't close enough to see anything too well, but he can make out eight, long, spindly tentacles reaching out from beneath the waves. It must be some sort of sea creature—like a squid. He's not sure what the criteria is. Koushirou would probably know. But whatever it is looks huge. Comparatively, Ladybug looks like nothing more than a dot. Taichi squints. He might not actually be looking at Ladybug at all. It could be lint glued to the screen by static.

"What was it like?" Hikari wonders. Her voice is hushed, likely to keep it between the two of them. “Fighting with Ladybug, I mean.”

Exhilarating , comes to mind first and Taichi swallows it down. Unbelievable follows. He can still hear the crackling of lightning from The Minotaurus' horns, her yowls as Taichi held onto her nosering for dear life. "Terrifying," is too far down on the list to be comfortable.

On the screen the little dot, which is decidedly not lint, falls back. Natsuko reports, "He's still had no luck breaking through the akuma's defences."

Taichi has to hand it to her. He'd probably have gone stock still at this point, but if she's feeling any sort of fear, it doesn't come through.

"Unfair. It's like eight against one," Hikari comments as if she were talking about a schoolyard fight and not the forces of good versus... well, whatever they are. She scribbles something into her notebook.

"Someone should tell the monster to play nice," Taichi jokes. No one laughs. Taichi stares back at the scene, his heart pounding in his ears. He worries this time might be it. This time, maybe, Ladybug has met his match. Like, the worst sort of match. His hands feel clammy where Taichi balls them into fists, frustrated and helpless. He wishes —

"It would be nice if he didn't have to always be alone," Hikari says. She turns to look back up at him. As the afternoon sun dims outside, the light from the television looks brighter where it reflects in her eyes. "I'm sure even superheroes need support. That's why they're usually in teams, right?"

Taichi leans back until he's standing again, never breaking eye contact. It feels almost like, for a moment, she'd read his mind. "I guess," he manages to say.

Hikari hums, satisfied with his answer. Somewhere in his bag Taichi hears his phone chime again. He'll get it out, eventually.

The akuma on screen smashes through a row of boats lined up along a stretch of docks, sending splinters of wood and brightly colored flags rushing through the air on nothing but inertia from the one swing. Taichi swallows thickly as both Natsuko and the camera person shout once more.

"Takeru said Ladybug put everything back the way it was after he defeated the akuma." She adds, "Like magic."

"Just like magic," he agrees. Hikari writes that down, too.

Sensing she won't get much work done with him around, Taichi excuses himself to his room, swinging his backpack over the couch again to take with him. Miko makes a soft sound of startlement, blinking up at him before settling back into her ten hour nap. Lucky, Taichi thinks.

"Would you do it again?" Hikari asks him, her stare heavy on the back of his head.

Taichi hesitates near the door of his room. When he says, "No," he wishes he wasn't lying. "Finish your homework."

"I will!"

Taichi hangs his bag on the back of his chair, unzipping it in full this time to pull some of his notes and planner and textbooks out. He hopes they're the right ones. He finds his cellphone lodged in the center of one of his notebooks, dog earring the still clean pages in half. When he clicks it on there's about a half a dozen texts from Sora and a single one from his dad asking if they made it home safe. Taichi answers that one first before thumbing through all of Sora's.

Did you make it home? Is Hikari with you?

It's dangerous out there. I just want to know you made it somewhere safe.

Taichi please let me know you made it home alright.

I still haven't heard anything back.

You didn't go to the harbor did you? Taichi please tell me you didn't go.

Should I come over?

He sends her a quick, We just got home. Stay safe, Sora.

Instantly a little relieved smiley face answers him. Taichi smiles down at it. At least someone in town probably won't be investing in a club jacket any time soon.

He docks his phone on the charger stand at the back of his desk. It blinks onto the image of his now clear lockscreen and Taichi stares at it for as long as the image stays. His old soccer team grins at him, standing in two imperfect lines with their arms thrown over each other's backs in camaraderie. It's blurry, off-center, and clipping some of his former teammates half out of the photo. Hikari had taken it, shortly after a stint in the hospital, declaring she wanted to be a photographer that winter. Everyone had made sure to come out for the impromptu team photoshoot.

Taichi buries his face in his crossed arms. His family had moved away not too long after that, leaving his teammates behind.

After a moment Taichi sits himself back up, gently smacking both of his cheeks. "Moping is best paired with chores," his mother always said before handing him off something like a load of laundry or some latex gloves. Really, she had just wanted some help around the house, but it did usually take his mind off whatever was bothering him, so Taichi grabs for his school planner and gets to work on the first subject for tomorrow.

He's bored of it halfway through.

Bored, maybe, isn't the right word. Taichi taps his pen on the page of his notebook, then against his desk, his bare foot thumping along to the beat. It almost matches the tempo of his heart right now.

Just outside his room the muffled news report is streaming in, but he has no idea what's being said. A part of him thinks about holding his ear up to the door, or pulling up his own stream to watch on his phone. Indecision weighs him to the spot. Listening won't help him get any work done. Not listening also isn't helping any. For all he knows the akuma could have been neutralized by now, but he'll only be more restless if he finds out Ladybug is still in trouble.

Restless. That's it. Taichi is feeling restless. It's odd to consider that not too far from here a monster is ripping up part of their home, harming people. And here Taichi is, doing his homework like it's any other school night.

But what else can he do?

Believe in Ladybug , Taichi reminds himself. He taps the pen harder, frowning. He does believe in Ladybug. Really, he does. It's just—

He remembers what Ladybug looked like that first time; terror barely concealed on his face, his voice trembling around the edges. Mere stubbornness had probably been all that was keeping him together. Taichi's sure that's at least true of himself.

Taichi groans in the back of his throat, frustrated. He leans back in his chair, resting his knees up on the desk until the front legs tilt off the floor, letting it rock ever so slightly.

If he really wanted to help, Taichi needed one of those doo-hickeys . What had the old man called them? A—

His chair suddenly loses out to gravity, and Taichi tumbles down with it, heels over head.

"Ow," he complains to no one, rubbing at the sore spot on the back of his head. He's absolutely determined to give himself a lasting concussion, Taichi thinks grimly.

Half the contents of his backpack have slipped out across his already cluttered floor. Taichi swears, pushing breakfast bars and folders with all their unfiled papers back inside. He frowns at his soccer Jersey crumpled up on the floor where it, too, has tumbled out. Taichi debates whether or not he should shove it back in with everything else or toss it in the garbage.

Hamper , he decides, is the middle ground. Taichi grabs it as he stands up and is surprised to hear another thunk as something heavier rolls out from the bundle of fabric.

A small, cherry-wood box.

Oh. Taichi reaches for it. His fingers run through the intricate grooves, tracing over the abstract sun pattern he had noticed when he first found the box in the grass beside him, right after Ladybug had departed. He remembers the last time he had seen the other boy's eyes, dark and on the verge of tears. For him . The memory makes his heart simultaneously swell and ache.

In his hands, the wood feels warm suddenly, electric— awake— and it burns—

"Gah!"

Taichi drops it to the floor again. It clatters and tumbles along the hardwood, falling several steps away. When it settles, Taichi notices the sliding lid is now askew, a dark colored band leaning over the exposed lip.

He kneels down to inspect the contents closely, carefully. A voice in the back of his head tells him to leave it, maybe grab a fire extinguisher in case it starts to burn a hole in his floor, which he knows his dad will hate because they won't get the security deposit back again. But even knowing it might be dangerous, Taichi finds himself reaching out to touch it. Under the pads of his fingertips the wood feels cool again. He slides the lid the rest of the way down revealing a set of, "Goggles?"

Taichi used to own a pair a couple of years back, but he'd passed it down to a fellow teammate. These look more expensive, the strap a fine, navy blue and as his fingers pass over the glass eyewear they leave no smudges. The connecting end of each strap bears the same sun-like pattern engraved on the box. Taichi runs his fingers over this as well, feeling the small grooves so finely cut into the metal. Sun from outside bounces off the bright surface and for a moment Taichi is certain the little sun pattern is actually—

His eyes widen. It is glowing.

Like a fireball the light bursts out from the goggles and rockets across the room. He shields his face for a moment, ready to see his curtains go up in flames and have to evacuate the whole apartment, with an akuma attack in progress no less. But what he finds is much, much worse.

Taichi screams.

A small, orange creature stands atop his math textbook. "Taichi!" It greets him in a deep, scratchy voice with a long, sharp-toothed smile.

Great, Taichi thinks. It knows his name. It—

"Taichi?" A softer voice calls his attention to the door, complimented by a light thrumming that can barely be called knocking against the wood. "Is everything okay?"

Hikari . Taichi slowly turns his gaze back to the creature on his desk. It's bright, curious green eyes have also latched onto the door, head tilted to listen. Fear grips his heart like ice. The creature knows about Hikari now.

Taichi fumbles blindly for something around him to use as a weapon, but all that meets his grip are dirty socks and the goggles he's still got tightly clutched in his other hand. Nothing. Absolutely nothing useful. Taichi swallows. If he survives this, he's investing in a baseball bat. Or twelve, just to have on hand.

Taichi looks around the room, eyes darting from one more useless thing to the next until— aha !

Taichi slides himself along the floor, a little closer to the creature, leaning his way over to grab for the little box the goggles had been in. Those bright green eyes are back on him. Taichi refuses to break eye contact.

"She shouldn't know I'm here," the creature tells him. Taichi stares, bewildered. "No one can know I'm here."

"Taichi?" Hikari calls again, her voice soaked in concern.

Something makes him call back, "I'm fine!"

Hikari doesn't sound convinced. Taichi can't blame her. He doesn't sound convincing. "Why did you scream?"

"Just—" he notices the still fallen over chair and says, "fell off my chair!"

"Again?"

"Yeah. Everything's fine. Go back to the living room, okay?"

"Oh," she says back, still unsure. "Okay."

He listens for her footsteps creaking along the floorboards. Once he's satisfied she's far enough away he addresses the little creature, gripping the box tighter in his hand where he's hidden it behind his back. "Are you an, uhm," the word escapes him briefly. The creature still watches him indulgently as Taichi moves as slowly as he can forward. To him, they look just like a miniscule dinosaur. He'd heard once that they can't see someone if they're not moving, but Taichi doesn't remember from where. He knows even less if it's true. "An, uh..."

Lightening crackles in the back of his mind, dark red eyes staring down at him filled with rage and, maybe, the smallest glimpses of anguish.

"Akuma," he finishes. He rises to his knees not too far from the desk. Taichi hesitates, waiting for the perfect time to strike, like calculating when and where to kick the ball to get past the opposing team’s goalie in soccer.

The creature seems undeterred by his proximity, completely unaware of Taichi's intentions. He holds a long, clawed finger up to, what Taichi suspects is, his chin. "I'm Agumon. I'm a kwami."

Taichi stares. His grip almost loosens before he tightens it once more. He's so close now— "And that's different?"

"That's right!" The self-proclaimed kwami nods his head, sharp teeth poking out again from beneath his grin. Taichi jeers back as the same clawed finger points down at him this time, bracing for an attack that never comes. "A kwami gives the power to fight akumas to whoever holds a miraculous."

"Miraculous," Taichi parrots. The box clatters to the ground behind him as the familiar word eases something inside him. He follows the line of Agumon's finger down to his other hand where the goggles lay loosely in his grasp, against his thigh. "This is that thing? A miraculous gift?"

Agumon nods again. "You were chosen."

"Chosen." Taichi stares at the innocuous item in his hand. Sunlight glints off the glassware. A miraculous . His whole body shudders. With fear, relief, awe, gratefulness. But—

Maybe it wasn't really meant for him. He hadn't really done anything to deserve it.

" Don't ever do that again ," runs through his head. Taichi knows that he shouldn't. Last time he had tried to help he’d been much more of a, well, " A hindrance ."

Perhaps Ladybug had simply misplaced it.

"Can," Taichi stares at the goggles, his fingers slowly loosening from around it. "Can you give it to someone else?"

Agumon makes a short, deep noise above him while shaking his head. Even for such a small creature, the shadow he leaves towers over Taichi as he taps along the edge of his desk. "You were the one who was chosen. It has to be you."

“Oh…” Taichi looks back down at the miraculous. It feels like, no matter what action he takes, he's going to let someone down.

Muffled through the door, Taichi hears another shriek followed by Hikari's own stuttering gasp of, "Ladybug!"

No. No, no, no.

"Even superheroes need support."

Taichi looks back to the little kwami. Those bright green eyes are trained on him still, head tilted to the side imploringly. Taichi’s resolve thickens.

"What do I have to do?"

#taishirou #taishiro #otp: the only exception #sparkle garbage #ML!Koushirou #taichi yagami #koushirou izumi #Yamato makes an appearance but it's like. pre-adventure Yamato #long post #anyway hope you're all having a lovely day #Ml!taishirou

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quicksilverconnoisseur · 4 years

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Chapter 1/17 of the final part of the Quicksilver series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon, Marriage, Shotgun Wedding, Will Finds Out, Will Finds Out Something Anyway, Hannibal Lecter is not the Chesapeake Ripper, Hannibal is Hannibal, Established Relationship, Coming of Age, Memory Palace, Age Difference, Young Will Graham, Genderfluid Will Graham, Nonbinary Character, Angst and Romance, Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: On summer vacation with Hannibal, Will acts on the spur of the moment and makes a life-changing decision. Not everyone is going to approve but that’s only the start of Will’s problems - how much does he really know about Hannibal and will he live to regret loving him?

Set in an AU where Will is a young genderfluid student who began dating Hannibal after they met as part of his studies. Can easily be read as a standalone (I wrote it that way on purpose - see intro notes for more info!).

Fic is complete - the first three chapters will go up over the weekend (Fri, Sat, Sun) and afterwards will update weekly each Friday.

I'm very excited to be posting this - it's been a reeeeallly long time coming (and for anyone who's been waiting I'm sorry). This will be the last in the main series and I wanted to do it right - QS Will is very special to me and he needed a good send off :)

Will was dreaming. There was a great, purring tiger - but tigers don’t purr, he thought, annoyed - and he was being carried away by it, down, down towards a rocky stream. The tiger’s stripes were bright as burning flames and they warmed his skin as easily as fire. Will’s arms were around its neck; its great padded paws were silent and they moved stealthily down the mountain as one. When they reached the valley where the stream murmured, he could see in the distance a strip of shining silver and a sky so vast and clear it looked to be made of glass.

A sudden shaft of sunlight pierced it; the sky’s translucence grew brilliant. Dazzled, Will shielded his eyes. Then he stirred, blinked, and reluctantly opened them.

The light still hurt, and he had to blink a few times more to clear his vision, but it was worth it. Their drive had progressed considerably while he’d slept and the passenger window now revealed a joyful sight - a deep blue sky and below it a wave-ruffled ocean. Will rolled the window down fully and pushed his face out into the buffeting breeze.

“Conscious once again, I see,” Hannibal commented. His voice was easy and relaxed, and his grip on the wheel sure and light. “Your timing is impeccable - you missed all the delights of the interstate.”

The tide was out; sleek wet beaches rushed to meet the shimmering waters. Close by the road’s edge dunes undulated and long grasses waved. A dog streaked past its owner, chasing a tennis ball and kicking up sand.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Will turned to Hannibal and stretched, something easily accomplished in the enormous Bentley. “If you don’t want your passengers to pass out on you, you need to get a less comfortable car. One with terrible suspension and no leg room.”

Hannibal laughed in the manner he reserved only for Will - indulgently and so quiet it was almost a private act.

Will grinned back at him. “I dreamed a tiger was carrying me off to sea.”

“That does sound less comfortable,” said Hannibal. Behind him, on the other side of the road, flashed a string of high gates and well-kept hedges. “Might raise a few eyebrows, though.”

“So would the crappy car with no leg room,” Will said, eyeing the huge gables protruding over fences and out between trees. All exuded an impenetrable air of money.

“What would you suggest instead?” Hannibal asked. “Your ideal transport for a vacation such as this?”

Will considered the sweep of the coast and the salt-imbued winds; already he could taste it on his lips. “Something small, soft-top,” he said. “Two seats. An Alfa Romeo Duetto maybe.”

Hannibal was still smiling. “What colour?”

“Red,” Will said, peering intently through the windshield and down the road ahead. They were entering a small town; traffic was backing up towards them. “Are we far from the house?”

“It’s a little further along,” Hannibal said, slowing down to join the queuing traffic. “Through this town and on the other side of the next.”

He offered no more details and neither did Will ask for any. He didn’t want them - he’d lasted the whole of the spring semester without knowing anything but the barest facts. Hannibal had a house in the Hamptons, left to him by an old patient. It was right by the beach. It had a private pool. They would see no one unless they wanted to. It could be a one-roomed shack and Will would still be happy there.

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therainroguebts · 4 years

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♡︎ This or That Fanfic Edition ♡︎

Tagged by the incredible @janellion, thank you so much for thinking of me ^~^)/ As always, I will post the original tag for easy copy and paste and then I will edit it to my own liking beneath the cut! You can find Kayla’s answers here.

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy AU or modern AU // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage// high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi AU or magic AU // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

❇ slow burn or love at first sight.

I... am not a patient person at all ._.) Slow burn fics can be awesome if done right, but most of the time I just get bored. Not to say the fic itself is boring or bad, that’s just how I am with things that are too long. It’s the same with anime! If given the choice, I would choose love at first sight simply because of that.

❇ fake dating or secret dating.

I don’t mind either, to be honest, but I feel like I’ve read and written more secret dating than I have fake dating. I guess there’s just something about trying to keep it a secret!

❇ enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers.

Again, I don’t mind either one, but I feel like best friends to lovers is more likely and much easier to write and read. Enemies to lovers can be very tricky because the whole point of being enemies is to hate each other, so it can be super hard to successfully transition into a loving relationship and, as mentioned above, I don’t have the patience that it would take for this.

❇ oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence.

This one is hard for me to choose. While both are amazing, I’ve found myself thinking about a long-distance fic for a while now, especially in the SMAU since, so I feel drawn to choosing that option.

❇ hurt-comfort or amnesia.

Most of my fics end up being hurt/comfort lol it’s basic and simple and I love that. I’m also not really a fan of amnesia fics. To be honest, I can’t really call any of the few that I have read.

❇ fantasy AU or modern AU.

While I certainly do enjoy fantasy, I feel more at ease with modern, both in writing and reading. My brain isn’t the... sharpest crayon in the pack and fantasy can come with loads of technicalities that my brain struggles to properly grasp. Plus you can relate more to modern!

❇ mutual pining or domestic bliss.

Both, to be honest haha But if I had to choose, I’ve definitely read/written more for mutual pining over domestic bliss. There’s just something so... final about marriage.

❇ smut or fluff.

Now, I enjoy smut. Most people do! But for me, reading/writing smut is more of a fleeting thing. I’ll sometimes get into the mood for some smut, but then I partake and I move on. Meanwhile, I’m always in the mood for fluff!

❇ canon-compliant or fix-it.

I honestly don’t think I can properly choose one of these because, well, in my opinion, all fanfics are technically fix-its while still remaining canon compliant. At least the fics that I write/read are, because they add an extra element that changes the story in ways while keeping it the same at the same time! Does that make sense??

❇ reincarnation or character death.

I avoid character deaths in both writing and reading. Period. But if I had to choose, it would be reincarnation because I have written this before. I’d rather keep avoiding fics about such things, though.

❇ one-shot or multi chapter.

As stated earlier, I have the patience of a flea. Most times, I just want to get in and get out, even with my fics. Reading, I lose interest fast. Writing, I can’t think of a good plot most times to make them keep going. Still, this doesn’t stop me from partaking in either lmfao But you can probably tell this by looking at all of the series that I haven’t finished.

❇ kid fic or road trip fic.

I’m not entirely sure what kid fics are? Is that just fics where the characters are kids?? Since I’m not sure, I’ll just choose road trip fics, which can be a fun read! I’ve personally only written it once or twice, though.

❇ arranged marriage or accidental marriage.

I... I’m sorry... accidental marriage?? How do you accidentally get married?? I am so confused. I don’t like arranged marriages because I think they are unfair but they are good plot armor for fics hehe

❇ high school romance or middle aged romance.

100% no contest. As someone that missed out on the high school experience and mostly watches school anime, I LOVE high school romance. While I have read/written middle aged romance because most people age them up, not feeling comfortable writing for teenagers ._.) Which, for smut I get, but eh.

❇ time travel or isolated together.

Time travel has never been my thing because that requires knowledge of different time periods or the brain power to create future/alternate times. However, I have been wanting to write a quarantine fic recently, partly inspired by #Alive which was a surprisingly good movie (and the English dub was funny).

❇ neighbors or roommates.

As roommates, you have so many more opportunities to make a bond and grow a relationship. This can be a lot harder as neighbors, or maybe I’m just biased because I personally never talk to my neighbors or interact with them or even SEE them most days.

❇ sci-fi AU or magic AU.

As stated above, sci-fi is above my brain’s pay grade lol I don’t understand most of it and it just doesn’t interest me. Now, magic? Love it! Especially if there are magical transforms involved! Though I’m not sure they’d be quite as epic in a fic.

❇ body swap or gender bend.

There’s just something about turning my favorite male characters into females for a short time that I just love. Though I’ve only written for it once or twice and I don’t believe I’ve read anything for it, either haha I just remember seeing these pictures of the Prince of Tennis boys turned into girls in bathing suits and it was just *chefs kiss*

❇ angst or crack.

CRACK. No contest lmfao While angst can be nice and needed to further a plot, I have more than enough angst in my real life and would rather NOT have too much in my fics. Crack can be hard to reach without being labeled simple comedy, in my opinion, but when you get there, it’s just amazing.

❇ apocalyptic or mundane.

I think apocalyptic can be fun in doses, but mundane just seems more... reachable, I guess? Slice of life has always been one of my go-tos because of its simplicity. It’s everyday life and feels more real and obtainable, you know?

Tagging: @kiralushia @kyokosasagawa @pudding-head-kenma @jen-and-jax @nekoma-hoe @sugaanoya @k-eijiakaashi & anyone that sees this and thinks it looks fun!

If you do NOT want to be tagged for such things (or if you do), please let me know!

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legolasgoldy · 4 years

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SENSES AND OTHER ODDLY SPECIFIC HEADCANONS

Tagged By: @blind-mutant ty!! :D

Tagging: @mikhailvalhidris, @driftinglightofthewoods, @admirable-mairon, @bouncingbeleg, and anyone else who wants to do it!! :D

// This will be for Finrod’s x-men au //

1. what does your muse smell like?

In modern x-men aus Finrod prefers lighter scents than harsh colognes, and his scent often resembles fresh wildflowers mixed with a less offensive musky amber-like scent, perhaps an underlying richness reminiscent of honey. Almost like a deep musky honeysuckle flower. This is achieved with his favorite cologne, soap, and shampoo/conditioner combined with his body chemistry. He often smells quite clean due to part of his mutation being a healing factor, bacteria cant fester in his pores to create an excess of body odor, but it can sit on his skin. That being said hes a human being so he does sweat and his skin will take on smells from other places. So if hes exerted himself enough to sweat a lot his normal scent will smell warmer and saltier. Or for example, after working in a garden or greenhouse, his skin may take in the smell of soil, etc. So it really depends on what hes done in a day like anyone.

2. what does your muse’s hands feel like?

Soft and warm. Finrod’s skin doesn’t callus easy or become dry unless hes in extremely poor health to the point his mutation cant work properly. Though, despite their softness they can feel very differently according to implications behind a touch. To most people, especially those he loves, his hands give off a very stable, safe, and warm feeling. To those threatening him or others, they can equally be just as threatening. Very much like Finrod in general. Hes a handsome and gorgeous man with a very sweet smile, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be. The same goes for his hands, they can convey exactly how strong he can be with a squeeze of your hand, and you know he could break yours with little effort, so back off and leave who ever youre threatening alone.

3. what does your muse usually eat in a day?

Some sort of breakfast in the mornings. It could be anything from eggs fixed in any way you can think of, fruit, toast, anything really. What ever hes craving. However he doesnt usually eat anything greasy, or eat meats for breakfast unless its linked sausages which are his favorite, or occasional bacon. He loves both tea and coffee so it depends on what hes in the mood for. At lunch he almost always has tea. He often eats vegetables of some kind as a side to a small meal with his tea. Maybe just a salad. In between lunch and dinner he may also snack on veggies or fruits if hungry. Dinner is probably his heaviest meal of the day in terms of it not being a lot of raw foods and moreso a prepared cooked meal. This would also be when he usually has dessert, but this is only an example, all this varies day to day depending bc no one is perfect. He may very well have sweets in the middle of the day.

Sidenote, he doesnt eat a lot of candy or soda unless its something specific he likes bc his heightened sense of taste and smell makes a lot of artificial flavoring taste awful. It just depends if its a good fake taste or bad.

4. does your muse have a good singing voice?

Yes! Music is his passion, and that includes a lot of singing. He was a good singer before he gained his mutation, and afterwards when his vocal chords changed as part of his mutation it allowed him to reach any musical note and range without a problem. Which means he doesnt have a set range, but generally when singing he’ll stay a mix of baritone and tenor unless hes doing a dramatic note.

5. does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

Finrod has the tendency to make noises without realizing it? Its not exactly a /bad/ habit but can be embarrassing for example if disrupting a class because he was whining thinking of his partner. He can be overly polite sometimes, and at times expect the best of people until given a reason to think otherwise. Which may not sound bad either but * coughs and motions to werewolf thread*. It just highly depends on situation. He doesnt want to judge anyone unless given a reason but to be fair he usually can tell when something is up. He may also gnaw on his lip or tongue with a fang when nervous. He can accidentally break things when excited or distraught as well. Essentially when experiencing extreme emotion or feelings he forgets to keep his strength in check. Like running up stairs and breaking them, or crushing something hes holding. He sometimes perks up when hearing random noises much like a dog, or make little quick sniffs trying to smell something which isnt always welcome when someone thinks hes being rude haha. I guess those arent bad habits either, just funny/misunderstood ones. Theres a lot of little things specific to different situations but i’ve already written a ton so i’ll leave it there!

6. what does your muse usually look like/wear?

Finrod normally looks well put together. He’ll take the time to tame his curls into smoother larger curls, and likes dressing in his own style. He enjoys button up shirts, but does wear pull on shirts too. He also really likes shirts with collars, and leaves one button undone when able. As far as pants go, he’ll wear most kinds as long as they are a more fitted pant, not loose. Seeing as his body regulates his temperature more than a normal persons would, he can wear pants in the summertime without much problem if he wants to, but he will wear shorts when its hot out, ranging from short to mid and lower thigh lengths depending on activity. He enjoys wearing all shades of green, as green is his favorite colors but he wears a lot of different colors. The the only thing you will never catch him wearing are vibrant primary-blue jeans, he wears jeans in more muted colors, and he would never wear khaki colors. Jewelry is something hes always wearing, including emerald green studs or dangly earrings, and one ring on a ring finger unless hes married then more than one. As for shoes it really depends on occasion, it could be boots, dress shoes, or tennis shoes.

7. is your muse affectionate? how much? how so?

He is very affectionate both verbally and physically. When listening to someone talk he’ll make little noises occasionally in response to what theyre saying, sometimes without even realizing. These could be human hums or canine like whines and whimpers. Finrod is definitely a hugger, and loves hugging his family and friends, as well cuddling them, and letting them cuddle him when ever the notion strikes to.

With a romantic partner, he is very verbal with whines and whimpers just from looking at them. Whether hes thinking how happy he is, or how beautiful they are. Hes very affectionate, loving, and sensual in a relationship, so he gives a lot of affectionate touches and kisses. For example, he would often hold their hand and play with their fingers affectionately. He nuzzles his partner a lot too. Basically, a lot of touches, cuddles, nuzzles, and whines.

8. what position does your muse sleep in?

Generally, he’ll either sleep on his side or stomach, and have his face partly covered in some way. Its a wolfy habit of his to have at least his nose covered, it makes him most comfortable. When cuddling with someone, he’ll hide his face on them in some way, depending. He doesnt mind not hiding his face if someone is sleeping on his chest or something.

9. could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

Probably. He doesnt go out of his way to be extremely quiet, but also doesnt go out of his way to be noisy. He just in general would walk normally unless hes actively trying to be quiet. In which case, he’d make sure not to make any verbal noise and walk very lightly. Then he probably could walk down a hall unheard, but he doesnt normally try to.

#My Finrod's Headcanons #I was Tagged #Thank you!! :D this was fun #theres probs typos but im tired so ima just risk it X'D

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fantasymouse · 5 years

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Our Ordinary Life - 4

Word count: 4.7k

Tags: ot7 x reader | monster!au | fluff | mature themes

Summary: When a hapless human named y/n is inducted as a “volunteer” into the government exchange program, her world is turned upside down.

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Jungkook sighed dreamily, holding his head in his hand. His face was still red from what you had said earlier. “My princess was so cute! I’m going to start dating you as a potential marriage partner. I’ll look forward to it” he squealed loudly into his pillow while replaying your words. His tail thrashing wildly as he couldn’t contain his emotions. He was so loud that you could hear him squealing from the kitchen. Even Hoseok who was standing in the living room was busily polishing his sword, to the point of where he could see his own reflection perfectly. “M-Marriage, huh?” Hoseok tried shaking his head to snap out of it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the grin off his face. “I must properly maintain my blade so I am always prepared to protect my master.”

Jimin walked up to Hoseok and swung his wing over the back of Hoseok, resting across him “hey, Hobi, let’s play a game!” Hoseok frowned shooing the harpy off of him “stop, Jimin. I’m polishing my sword” Jimin ignored him and whined cutely for attention. “Hoseok!” Not having any of it, Hoseok scolded him “I told you to stop.” Eventually, Jimin started up the Wii and played some tennis by himself. The remote was tied awkwardly to the ‘palm’ of his wing. You flipped the eggs you were cooking, mumbling “that should do it” when they were done. Turning off the stove, you headed to the giant hallway yelling “dinner, everyone!” Jimin poked your back begging “master, let’s play a game!” you told him to wait after dinner which caused him to pout and puff his cheeks out.

“Hurry, hurry!” Jimin exclaimed while dragging you to the dinner table. Jungkook went to the stove, his forked tongue repeatedly poking out to taste the air. “Something smells good. What’s for dinner today?” he lifted the lid of a large pot and screamed when something jumped out at him. Hearing the racket, you all turned to see Jungkook’s face surrounded by a blue blob “Jungkook?!” He was flailing wildly, trying and failing to get the thing off of him. When he passed out the entity slipped through the pipes in the sink and disappeared somewhere within the house.

Hoseok helped you drag Jungkook's unconscious body onto the couch and placed a pillow underneath his head. He had been so startled that he passed out. You found a small bowl and filled it with water. You wetted a small towel and started washing his face, that was covered in some kind of blue, sticky substance. “What was that thing?” you asked Hoseok while placing the water bowl back on the table. “It was a slime” he explained, still looking around the house hoping to spot it lurking. “A slime? Like those slimes?” Hoseok closed his eyes while contemplating how to handle the situation. “There are many species still unrecognized by human society. Slimes are one of them. No need to worry, however. I will protect, you master! I swear upon my blade. Though it’s a replica… I will not permit a lesser being such as a slime to harm you!” Hoseok swung his blade forward, pointing at nothing in particular. You pushed your hair into a ponytail mumbling “uh, thanks…” You jumped when Jimin came up behind you and tackled you.

“Hey. Let’s play a game! Play with me!” he hugged you tighter while playfully rocking you back and forth. Hoseok pulled him off of you and scolded him “this is no time for games!” Jimin whined, “aww, why not?” Hoseok started explaining how your house had been invaded and they had to protect you. Meanwhile, you looked to the paused Wii game thinking out loud “Jimin’s really taken a liking to video games.” You went to wet the towel again, the second you touched the water in the bowl, the same blue blob from before dashed out. This time, however, its size was noticeably larger. Two black dots hidden within the shapeless mass stared down at you. “Get down!” Hoseok yelled. Looking behind you, you saw Hoseok jumping towards the blue slime with a decisive swing of his sword. “Get away from my master!” The sword stabbed right through it and while Hoseok could definitely feel that he hit something, it didn’t appear to have any effect on the creature. “But aren’t slimes the weakest of the weak in RPGs?” Baffled you asked, “do you get all your information from games?!” The fluid blob loomed over you before attacking. It passed right through you both, but not without leaving a sticky, blue trail.

“Hobi, are you okay?” he was trying to get the blue substance off of his body, but only managed to smear it everywhere. “Yes, I believe so. I had no idea slimes were so formidable. My entire body is sticky” you were in the same slimy situation. “I, uh… I-I’m going to take a shower. Be careful, Jimin” the bird had completely ignored you both. fully immersed in his tennis game.

Turning off the shower, you finished with washing your hair. You wrapped a white, fluffy towel around your body. “I never expected a slime to show up. I’m living in some kind of fantasy world. Should I call Namjoon?” you mumbled to yourself. Hoseok’s voice interrupted the silence, “Master, um… Would it be alright if I…” Since you were already finished and covered up, you answered “huh? Oh… Sure. I don’t mind” Hoseok opened the door and carefully walked in, holding a towel to cover his torso. “I couldn’t get the slime off my body so I was hoping you could wash it off” he shyly asked, face aflame. He sat down so you could get a better reach around him and grabbed a horse brush. You started washing his flank. “I’m sorry for the trouble” Hoseok apologized, his equine ears drooping in embarrassment. You sighed contently “it’s fine. You got dirty trying to save me. But you can’t reach back here, right? Do you not usually wash it?” Hoseok’s blush intensified. Insulted, he instantly stated “I do! I use a long-handled brush. I was just especially dirty toda-” Hoseok suddenly moaned rather loudly, he slapped a hand over his mouth. You stared with wide eyes at him. “Y-You don’t need to clean around my rump. It’s a very, um… s-sensitive area…” You instantly realized that you had started brushing closer to his tail and jumped away from him “sorry! You’re right! Of course, your rump would have some sensitive areas!” Hoseok kept his hand across his mouth, slightly muffling his words “don’t say it so loudly…”

You blushed and hid your face. Both of you were now sitting in the bath. The awkward silence was stifling, so you cautiously started up a conversation. “I wonder why the slime attacked us” Hoseok immediately replied “water. It was probably looking for water. First, it was in the pot, then it went to the water in the sink. This is just conjecture, but perhaps it must always seek out water” you sighed, resting against the edge of the tub. You looked at the liquid around you. “Water, huh? It’d be dangerous to let it in the bath, then” you casually mentioned, as if on cue, a familiar color of blue dripped from the ceiling. You reached out your hand, catching a few drops, confirming it as the same substance the slime produced. Both Hoseok and you snapped your heads up to see a dark shadow hanging above you. “The slime! When did it-” Hoseok instinctively went to grab his sword. Forgetting that he left it outside the bathroom. Resulting in him accidentally grabbing your boob. For a second Hoseok remained there, slightly confused. Once it finally clicked, he stumbled backward tripping over the edge and hitting his head on the wet floor tiles. “Hobi! Are you okay?” Before you could run to him, the slime dropped from the ceiling and grabbed you.

It had grown even larger and could now lift you off the floor with ease. “W-Wait! I’m not very nutritious! Besides, why would you want to eat me? There’s no demand for-” Suddenly, the large blob constricted unnaturally. The thick, blue liquid changed into tan skin tone, it then took the physical shape of a handsome, naked, young man in his early twenties. He had blue hair matching the color of the slime and black, colorless eyes. Maybe this was his species actual form? The slime moved closer to you. His face centimeters from yours. If he got any closer he’d be kissing you. Without a word he hugged you, his legs returned to that slime-like state and wrapped around your legs, much like Jungkook usually did with his tail. Without anything supporting your weight, you ended up on the ground with the slime sitting on top of you. He, you are assuming it's a he, suddenly started caressing your skin “N-Now, hold on. You can’t just… I’m not ready for…” While you were protesting, he stopped and tilted his head like you always did when confused. He seemed to be thinking of something. The slime looked around him and spotted the brush you had used to clean Hoseok. He grabbed it and started brushing your skin with it. “U-Um, hello? What is this? Why are you washing me?” You tried sitting up, but he grabbed your hand and continued brushing your body evenly. The quick motion caused the towel around your body to start slipping off. “Are you listening to me?! Do you not understand me?”

You did not understand what was happening, at all. He was washing you the same way you had washed Hoseok. “Could it be… Are you trying to copy what we were doing?” He smiled warmly, offering you a cute boxy grin. He was trying to communicate with you by copying everyone’s actions. The slime didn’t seem dangerous. He suddenly moved up your body and pressed himself against you. Instead of hugging you, your face went right into his chest. The slime made a confused sound while he stared at where your head poked into him. The blue liquid surrounding you were suffocating. You couldn’t grab him, because your hands just went through him as well. You couldn’t get out nor breathe… Internally you pleaded for the slime to communicate by reading your thoughts and moving. Unfortunately, he did not seem to understand. It was no use. You were losing consciousness. Since it had come to this, you had to take a chance. Using all your strength, you stood up and jumped back into the filled bathtub, with the slime still stuck on your body. After a few seconds, you felt him letting go of you. You sprung up instantly, wheezing while you heaved air back into your lungs. “I-I thought I was going to die” The slime had returned to its smaller, shapeless form and popped it’s head up from the water. “Stay there for a while,” you told it and stepped out of the tub.

Everyone sat in the living room. Hoseok had thankfully not suffered any major damage from slipping, he had just received a large bump. He stood beside you while praising “you defeated the slime by diluting it. I’m impressed, master” by now, Jungkook had woken up as well. He looked at you with admiration “Princess, that was amazing.” While their praise did stroke your ego a bit, you dismissed them “no, no. It was a gamble, though. He could have absorbed the water and become a giant monster. I was shocked when he took human form, though” Hoseok and Jungkook looked surprised as well. “And he was really hot too” you sheepishly admitted. “What?” Jungkook and Hoseok glared at you, realizing your slip-up you reiterated “uh, I mean…” not knowing what to say, you cleared your throat awkwardly. Choosing instead to look at Hoseok while he mumbled: “a slime with its own humanoid form, huh?” Confused, you questioned “what? Is that unusual?” Jungkook looked very thoughtful as he explained, “I’ve never heard of one before.” Hoseok cautiously asked, “shouldn’t we report this to Sir Kim?” You crossed your arms, frowning while asking “will he actually handle the situation?” Jungkook sighed and added, “he can be so careless.” Hoseok looked towards the hallway and asked: “is it alright for us to leave it in the tub?” You uncrossed your arms and looked up at him “I’m not sure.” Jungkook turned to face Jimin who was still playing the Wii “I’m sure it won’t run away again…” He gasped, making you and Hoseok turn to see what was up. The slime had left the tub and was playing Wii with Jimin, who seemed perfectly happy to finally have a new friend.

Jungkook screamed, completely outraged. While playing Wii with Jimin, the slime had absorbed several objects into its body. “My mug! It was part of a matching set with my princess!” It didn’t last long before you heard Hoseok shouting as well. “W-What is this?! My sword is covered in slime” they both glared daggers at the blue-haired entity“damn this slime.” Jimin placed his wing around the slime and scolded “now, now. Don’t be so angry. Taehyung isn’t doing it on purpose” confused to hear a name you questioned Jimin “Taehyung?” They both smiled brightly, already as thick as thieves. “Since he can’t talk, I named him Taehyung” Jimin was hugging the slime in a protective manner. “Tae?” Jimin without a thought turned to the slime affirming “yeah, Tae.” Jungkook gasped in shock when everyone realized that it spoke. “He’s good at copying” you stated, Hoseok wiped his sword clean of any slime, “anyway, he can’t be allowed to remain naked forever.” You blushed, finally realizing that Taehyung was still, very much naked. Rushing to the hallway you scavenged through the closet, you handed Taehyung a large yellow raincoat, black shell pants, along with matching yellow rubber boots. “It doesn’t absorb water so it won’t get wet and transparent whenever he turns back into a slime” Jungkook praised your idea. his tail wagging ever so slightly.

“You’re so cute, Tae” Jimin exclaimed, while Taehyung grinned contently, rocking back and forth on his heels, playing with the fabric. He seemed equally happy about his new outfit. Hoseok measured Taehyung's height with his hand, he had previously stood taller than himself, but now, he was smaller. “I thought he was slightly larger, though. Why did he shrink?” You shrugged and suggested “maybe he lost water while running from the bathroom? In fact, that might be his actual size.” Jimin sat down with Taehyung and began gesturing to himself. “Jimin is Jimin” Taehyung smiled widely and mimicked him “Jiminimi?” While they were distracted, Jungkook slithered closer to you and whispered: “but princess, what are we going to do?” Hoseok joined your hushed conversation “he probably didn’t arrive through proper channels.

He may have been mixed in with imports, or someone may have brought him here.” Surprised you exclaimed with a hushed voice “you mean he’s an illegal immigrant?” by now, all three of you were standing in a tight-knit circle. “Shouldn’t we turn him over to Sir Kim?” Hoseok asked. You frowned while thinking of what to do “since we don’t know where he’s from, we don’t know where to send him” Hoseok’s frown deepened, his ears flicked in concern. “They’ll probably put him under probationary supervision or imprison him” you stared with wide eyes at Hoseok. “Imprison him? Surely they wouldn’t do that” you vaguely heard Jimin repeating “imprison?” but was too concerned about what Hoseok was saying, to really pay it any mind.

“But if something isn’t done, they might punish you, as well. Master, I believe we should turn him over to sir Kim as soon as possible” Hoseok advised nervously. He tightened his grip on the holster of his sword. Meanwhile, Jungkook was anxiously fiddling with his fingers when Hoseok reminded you that there was still friction between their species and human society. Neither of them could imagine this slime overcoming that conflict. He may eventually make a mistake. When that happens, everything they worked to build would go to waste. The unexpected sound of a window sliding open made all three of you look at Jimin, he had taken Taehyung by the collar and flown off with him. You ran out the front door, yelling “wait, Jimin! Where are you taking the slime?” Your body moved on its own as you ran after them both. Jungkook yelled after you but you were already too far away, a familiar car parking beside the house, stopped them from following you.

Where the hell was Jimin going? he flew towards a bridge and was making his way across a wide river. When Taehyung noticed the large body of water, he whimpered and started flailing uncontrollably. “Stop struggling! Tae!” Jimin yelped when he lost his grip on the slime. Taehyung fell at an alarming speed right towards you. “Are you okay, Tae? Wow! You’re totally fine!” Jimin exclaimed while he watched Taehyung slowly reshaping into his human form, without a scratch. There was someone here who was not fine, though. You groaned in pain as you had taken most of the impact. “Why did you suddenly start struggling?” Jimin asked Taehyung while dressing him again. You sat up, looking impassively at the slime, “he was probably afraid of the river. He melted in the bathtub. Maybe he thought he’d die if he fell into that much water” Jimin hugged Taehyung tightly, and started apologizing profusely. “Oh, right. Sorry, Tae!” mildly offended that he was ignoring you, you said “you can apologize to him later. Why did you run away?” you put your hands on your waist while scolding him “you’re not allowed outside without me, remember? And you took Tae… hyung? With you.”

Jimin stomped angrily at the ground, his brown feathers bristling. “Well, you were going to arrest Tae! He hasn’t done anything wrong!” Jimin held his wing in front of Taehyung, shielding him from you. “That’s not entirely true. I nearly died” you mumbled, thinking back on how he had almost suffocated Jungkook and yourself. Jimin bitterly exclaimed, “that happens all the time!” Which was true, considering how often the guys accidentally hurt you. “But the Interspecies Exchange Bill…” Jimin interrupted you and hugged Taehyung close once again, furiously claiming “in any case, I’ll protect Tae!” Taehyung who had remained silent repeated “protect?” with a blank stare. It seemed like you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You considered what to do, while Jimin was literally growling at you. Your discussion was cut short by a group of kids yelling “hey, mister bird!” Jimin turned around and was greeted by a small group of neighborhood children, four boys, and two girls.

“We’re playing with water guns. Come play with us, mister bird!” The kids excitedly said with wide smiles. “Jimin, do you know them?” A familiar girl, with red, curly hair, wearing a cute sun hat stepped forward, joyfully answered: “mister bird plays with us all the time.” You kneeled down to the child's eye level saying “oh, you’re the girl from the park…. Wait all the time?” The girl smiled sweetly, jumping with excitement “yeah. We played with him yesterday!” You returned her smile and glared harshly at the harpy who just laughed forcibly. “Jimin, you’ve been sneaking out by yourself?” Before he could give you an answer, the four boys threw water balloons at him and the girl. They shouted “run!” and sprinted from you. “Now you’ve done it!” Jimin barked and ran after them, he quickly caught up to them and enveloped them in his warm feathers. They all laughed together. The two girls were blushing furiously every time Jimin gave them even a bit of his attention, they clearly had a school crush on him. The sight was absolutely adorable and you found yourself thinking, that Jimin is a surprisingly good caretaker. He tried to protect Taehyung, too. Maybe he has powerful paternal instincts.

Taehyung looked at Jimin and then back at you. He pushed up the sleeves of his raincoat, then walked closer to the river bank. His hands and arms turned that distinct blue color and slightly see-through. Taehyung placed his hands into the water and started absorbing it into his body, the added water made him grow bigger. He was now taller, his shoulders wider and his muscles were larger and more defined. You raised an eyebrow at him, intrigued by what he was up to. He stepped back and pointed his hands towards the boys, suddenly, water gushed from his fists. Drenching the four boys who had mercilessly sprayed the girls and Jimin with their water guns. Taehyung literally blasting them with water, allowed Jimin to swoop in and snatch two of their water pistols, which he then handed to the girls. They teamed up and blasted the boys, getting their revenge. The boys started running away from them, in turn, the girls, Jimin and Taehyung chased after them. It was all very entertaining to watch.

You realized they were running closer to the main road and followed them up the hill. Just to be safe. “Master, I believe we should turn him over to sir Kim as soon as possible” Hoseok’s word repeated in your mind while you watched Taehyung having fun with the others. Hearing the roaring of an engine made you turn around, you spotted an all too familiar couple driving up the street in a maroon pickup truck.

They were driving well above the speed limit. At the same time, you heard the red-haired girl who playing with the others gasp loudly. You turned back to watch in horror as she ran out on the road, trying to catch her hat, that had been blown away by the wind. The man screamed loudly and swerved his car to avoid the girl. “Watch out!” you yelled, the girl managed to grab her hat and turned to see the car heading right for her. A loud crash silenced everyone leaving them to stare in shock. Taehyung sat plastered against the other side of the road, with the child securely held in his arms. He had miraculously saved the girl. He used his own body to absorb the impact of the truck. He could not maintain his human form and was stuck against the railing of the bridge across the road. Although it was only his back, that had splattered against the cement railing. His arms were tightly wrapped around the girl who was sitting between his legs. “Are. You. Okay?” Taehyung’s deep, broken voice seemed to snap the young girl out of her state of shock. Tears formed in her eyes and she started bawling. He gently took the yellow sunhat out of her hand and placed it on her head, smiling contently, feeling very satisfied with himself.

“That was so cool, Tae!” Jimin yelled while flying over to them. The girl stood up and thanked him, tears still running down her cheeks. Jimin landed beside the girl, looking Taehyung over “are you okay, Tae? What? You’re stuck to the wall and can’t move?” The truck had crashed beside him, badly damaging the railing of the bridge. The entire wall was covered in deep cracks. The pickup truck was hanging with one wheel off the edge, the nasty couple had already left the scene. A loud crack resounded abruptly from the bridge and the railing started collapsing, falling off the bridge and into the water. The chunk of wall Taehyung was stuck to, slowly began crumbling and falling backward as well. “Tae!” Jimin yelled and stretched his wing to catch him. He barely managed to grab Taehyung's hand. Taehyung swayed in the air, watching Jimin with a small smile. Unfortunately, Jimin couldn’t hold on with his hands. Slowly, Taehyung started slipping out of his firm grip. If Taehyung were to fall into the river he would… “Jimin,” Taehyung said with that signature boxy smile. “Thank you.” After saying those words, Taehyung's hand slipped out of Jimin's grip. Jimin stumbled backward, tears welling in his eyes when he heard the loud splashes of railing landing in water.

For several seconds the only thing he could hear was the sound of running water. Until Taehyung’s deep voice spoke from beneath the bridge. “I’m okay” Jimin gasped and crawled to the edge. Peeking down at the river he saw that Taehyung had landed safely on the pickup truck, that had been driven into the water by you seconds before Taehyung had fallen. You sighed a breath of relief when you looked back to Taehyung who was slowly reshaping his body back again. Jimin jumped from the bridge and soared down towards you. “Master!” he exclaimed gratefully. You stepped out of the car and spread your arms, readying yourself to be tackled by him. Only to have Jimin fly right by you and into the embrace of Taehyung, crying out his name in relief. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” Taehyung repeated while patting Jimin on his back. You breathed a sigh of exhaustion. Not even a thank you for saving Taehyung's life.

“What?! You’re going to keep him here for a while?!” Jungkook exclaimed worriedly. The children were waving goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung behind you. You smiled at them and mumbled “don’t sound so surprised. There’s nothing to worry about. He’s not a bad guy. He’s just a little short on common sense” Hoseok suddenly took the phone from Jungkook yelling “But master, it will be too late once something happens!” you glanced back at the boys behind you. Jimin was playing around with Taehyung again. He was poking and pulling Taehyung's cheeks as he marveled at how it turned between his tan skin tone and blue transparency. “I don’t want to report him when he hasn’t done anything. We just need to teach him some common knowledge” you explained with a calm tone while walking towards your house. Both guys began to protest, you quickly reassured them “it’ll be fine. Just think of him as a child” after saying this they both went oddly silent. “A child?” they both repeated at the same time. A strange, wistful tone in their voices.

They imagined you with a baby bump, taking care of you throughout your pregnancy, having a child with you. Their offspring would definitely inherit your beautiful eyes and your radiant smile, they pictured experiencing their child's first word with you, reading them to sleep and returning to bed to find you waiting for them with a tired smile. Jungkook wondered how the feeling of holding you and your child securely in his coils while you all slept would feel. Hoseok wondered what your child's laugh would sound like. Jungkook and Hoseok both started blushing furiously, they started glaring daggers at each other and fought over the phone for a second.

Jungkook eventually managed to take the phone back from Hoseok, bashfully replying “I suppose we have no choice, then.” You could hear Hoseok reprimanding himself in the background “wh-what was I thinking? Despite being my master’s servant. I had an imprudent fantasy!” it sounded like he was banging his head into the wall. You looked at the phone mildly concerned as to what was going on.

“Just make sure Namjoon doesn’t find out, you two,” you said to Jimin and Taehyung who were walking behind you. They both nodded and agreed heartily. They seemed so carefree you wondered if they actually understood it. “Oh, right-” you cut Jungkook off “I’m home now, so I’m hanging up” you ended the call and opened the door, loudly exclaiming “we’re home” as usual. You could faintly hear Jungkook from the living room explaining: “Namjoon’s here right now, so when you come home, make sure he doesn’t find out…” You stood frozen as you were face to face, with none other than Namjoon Kim, Jimin and Taehyung froze like statues behind you. Jungkook rushed into the hallway and realized what had happened. He then proceeded to slowly retreat back into the living room.

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peaches-of-1 · 6 years

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Demon AU: 666 So Fresh- Chapter 1

I have tried to tag everything I think should be tagged. If there’s something else that you’d like me to tag, anything, please let me know. If you want more warning tags here at the beginning as well, please let me know. The last thing I wanna do is trigger trauma for anyone.

Warnings: Attempted rape, attempted suicides (by a member), violent scene descriptions

Type: Angst, fluff, romance

Taehyung (V), Yoongi (Suga), OC Zula

Summary: College sophomore Zula is a demon. Yoongi is a Demon. Taehyung is a demon. Well, sort of. Two of them are half demon and have gotten into some deep trouble recently. This trouble helped them to find each other and more importantly, their freedom from human confines. What will they do with this freedom? Read and find out. Bonus points if you get the reference, aka the basis for this story.

Zula knew she should have just stayed home. This was her first time at a frat party, and everything sucked. If only her roommate wasn’t fucking in their dorm right now. She decided to sit on the porch in her short tennis skirt and a crop top with The Beatles on it to catch her breath.

“Want a sip?” A familiar voice asked her.

Zula looked up and it was one of the frat brothers who offered her a red solo cup filled with something strong in smell and blue in color.

“No thanks, Jungkook. I don’t like to drink. Dulls the senses too much.” She turned her attention back to the campus scenery.

He sat next to her, “Your loss.” He drank the liquid and then looked at her. “I see you around campus all the time, but you mostly keep to yourself, don’t you?”

Zula nodded in reply. “If I were a brand, I’d be the Anti Social Social Club.”

Jungkook laughed, “You’re such a girl next door, but like, with an edgelord twist. I like it.”

“Thanks,” she chuckled.

Jungkook was called away and some Frat Bro took his place talking to Zula. She wasn’t interested. He was a joke of a human. Laughable.

“What are you into?” He asked, drinking out of a green bottle.

She tapped her daggers-shaped earrings, “Knives. I think they’re cool.”

He started talking about his knife collection. “I live here at the house, so we can go up to my room if you wanna see them.”

Zula said she would go up to see the knives and nothing more. He put his arms up in mock surrender and promised it would only be for the knives.

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t have used his powers in public especially when his targets were also demons. He had just shown his horns for intimidation. Either way, it didn’t work and now he was being chased by humans and demons that looked like humans.

It was just his wallet this time. They were stronger Spawn than him, so he ran. He had to lose these guys. Yoongi bolted down the new pathway only to be blocked by a wall, so he turned around. They were already there. Fuck this shit.

Yoongi just laughed as an inhuman hand grabbed his collar and another punched him. Survival instincts kicked in, and his Demon form came out. The others couldn’t keep their human forms either and revealed their true selves in their scaled glory. The actual humans ran away screaming at the sight, hoping to blame it on the alcohol come morning.

“Run, run, fast as you can!” Yoongi giggled until he passed out from pain.

Taehyung’s fascination with death had always been. Not all death. His death. Ever since he was young, people always called him a sick freak because of all his attempts and now refused to help him. Maybe if they hadn’t written off his terrorizing of girls as liking them, he would have gotten help. He would have been normal now, not this laughable shell of a human.

He sighed. Welp, it was too late for that. Time for death. What would be today’s method? He looked at the options before him.

He’d suffocate by putting a plastic bag over his head. Yeah, that seemed cool. He used tape to secure it to his throat. This version of death felt so cool. This version of leaving this planet. And yet like every time before, it wouldn’t come. Taehyung was forced into this place that acted as a sort of in between, it was like–

Ripping the bag open, he returned to the world of the living. Well, another attempt failed. He sighed and used his dead mother’s lipstick to make a mark on the horizontal mirror on the wall. There were hundreds of marks in different shades of red and orange that had accumulated over the years.

“I’ll go for a walk.” He said to himself. Maybe if he got out, the world would finally crush him.

Frat Bro took the knives out of the closet, and she ran her fingers over their curves. Noted the colors. He placed his hands on her hips.

“So, is it sexual?” He pressed himself against her back. “Your knife thing. Does it get you off? If that’s what you’re into, we can do that.”

She furrowed her brows, “I’m not. No! Get off of me!” He caught her arms as she turned and tried to push him away. “I said I just came for the fucking knives, I’m not the type of girl you want.”

Her body twisted as she tried to get free. His hands slid over her sides.

A dirty smile on his lips, “I just have to have you, though.”

“I said, NO!” Her whole body felt ripped apart. She blacked out. The music covered the screams, so no one bothered to intrude.

Yoongi woke up alone and in pain around dusk. Had he spent the day passed out in an alleyway? Hell Spawn healed quickly, so a good stretch, and he was good to go.

He thought it’d be the usual routine. Sneaking into bars. Stealing stuff. Drinking. However, when he got to the bar, the devil in him got a bit too excited and wouldn’t be satisfied with a wallet or two.

Not tonight. He needed a ride. Which idiots left their keys out in the open? Two chicks at the bar, dressed up in sequins and smelling like an entire bath bomb. Bingo. He acted rowdy and threw both arms over them.

“Ey, pretty ladies, which one of you wants a good time with me?”

The two shoved him off, “We’re girlfriends, asshole!”

“Sorry, sorry, my bad. Cute couple!” He backed away after grabbing their keys and heading to the parking deck to see which ride they belonged to.

Zula woke up and looked at her throbbing and wet hands. Why were they red? Blood. The walls were covered with it. The floor was dyed with its hue. Oh fuck oh fuck. There’s no way she could have done all of this. Zula tried to clean up the mess. She wasn’t strong enough to do this on her own.

So, Zula grabbed one of his zip up hoodies, put it on, and ran. She always had a bunch of stamina, so she ran for a while. She had to get away, far away from this place. The more distance there was, the less they’d suspect it was her. Walking was better for thinking though, so she slowed her pace.

What happened? What would she tell the cops if she was found out? The truth: He tried to rape her. Lured her to his room with the promise of knives. Didn’t he deserve sex then for showing her something she liked? No, no, that’s not how it worked. People don’t deserve sex for being nice. Besides, she only went with him because he said he wouldn’t try anything.

Wait, where was she? Didn’t matter. Wherever she was, it was awful quiet for a Friday night. She was trembling so much that she couldn’t feel her legs.

She looked at herself in a shop window. Her eyes looked more reptilian, more gold than their regular hazel. Not possible. It was just Zula’s brain freaking out. She was just in shock. Obviously. That’s all it was.

The girl stopped in the middle of the road and looked at headlights. There was also a face. It wondered what the hell was she doing. It was the first human she had seen in a while.

The owner of the face opened the door and called out to her, “Are you gonna stand there all night, or ya gonna hop in?”

Nodding, Zula got in the car and the two drove off. She was waiting for his questions. He surely had to have a few. She was a mess, but he looked sort of messy too. Now she had questions, but no one said anything. He just handed her a beach towel that was left in the back seat.

After a quick glance, she took the towel and wiped her hands of the still wet blood. Why was he acting so ok about this? Zula was about to ask when a figure stepped in front of their car.

Taehyung wandered empty streets. Bright headlights caught the corner of his eye. A car. He’d never tried that before.

Tae smirked and stepped out in front of it. The gravel sharp against his skin as he tumbled across the road. Maybe a few broken bones if he was lucky. A new sensation. This was the most he’d felt in a while.

Someone grabbed the front of his shirt and was screaming something.

“What the hell was that, dude? What sort of demon just walks in the middle of the road in front of a car like that?” Yoongi yelled, pushing his face into the road.

Demon?

“Demon?” It seemed like the girl he was with was trying to hold him back, but he pushed her away.

“Yeah, Demon. You’re one. I’m one. He’s and idiot, but he’s a demon too.” He spoke as if it was obvious. “Why else would I have let a person looking like you in anywhere near me? You’re covered in blood, for Lucifer’s sake!”

“Demon’s don’t exist, you crack pipe!” She screamed.

A deep voice filled with glee spoke, “Am I really a demon? How would you even know if I was or not?”

Yoongi looked at the stranger in his grasp, “Your eyes are a dead give away. Not to mention you’re Hiding yourselves right now.”

Zula spoke. So it wasn’t just her mind playing tricks on her, “My...my eyes? What do you mean Hiding?”

He looked at her then back at the man who was smiling and bleeding, “Are...are you serious? You really, you guys really don’t know what you are?”

“Hopeless.” V chuckled.

“A sophomore in college who is way in over her head!” She paced in the middle of the street and put her hands on her face.

Yoongi stood and put his hands on his head, “Oh my Hell. Just get back in the car. We’re taking him with us. I can’t have two demons who don’t know they’re demons acting crazy and outing us like this.”

Zula did as told while the first stranger lifted the crazy stranger over his shoulder and put him in the back seat of the car. He was crazy attractive too. He didn’t say anything more, just sort of watched. Yoongi got back into the driver’s seat.

“What year where you guys born?”

“1995″ He said.

“1998″ She said.

Yoongi nodded, “That explains it. From ‘95 until 2000, there was a spike in Spawn who fraternized with humans. You guys are Demi-Spawn. Like Hell Spawn, aka Demons, but half.”

Neither believed what they were hearing. It explained so much about them. According to the strange man, going through times of high emotion would activate a Demi-Spawn’s powers which depended on where their parent came from.

Zula spoke up, “So, one of my parents came from Hell?”

“Right.”

“And I killed a guy using demon powers? My demon powers.”

“Yeah. If you don’t mind me asking, what was he doing that made you wanna kill him?”

She swallowed and folded her arms, “He tried to rape me.”

“Lust, thought so. The highly negative but sexual encounter awakened you.” Yoongi’s eyes flickered to the back seat. “As for you, your mom or pop is probably from Wrath.”

“And you?” Taehyung asked.

“Greed.”

V spoke up, scratching the lower part of his mullet, “So, should we tell each other our names or something?”

“No, no names. Once we get to the middle of nowhere, you're gone. I can't--”

“Please.” The husky voice said. “Let’s stay together. I’ve been searching for this all of my life. You can’t just drop us.”

Yoongi set his jaw, “We’ll see.”

They drove all night in silence. Yoongi looked at them. Unlike him, those two needed sleep. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they stuck together.

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breakfastatwonhos · 6 years

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Gone Bad

➳ Pairing: Lee Minhyuk X OC ➳ Genre(s): Non-Idol AU, Fluff ➳ Word Count: 2317

Summary: Dog walking is not the easiest thing to do when the dogs are thinking completely different things than you are.

A/N: I made this for @tokyoblack aka (Christmas Cupcake) for the Secret Santa exchange. A super cute fluffy Minhyukie! Technically I was supposed to start yesterday but I’m ahead in Korea lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy this!

Panic filled you as one of the many leashes you held in your hand slipped from your grasp and fell to the ground. Sensing its new found freedom, the little Yorkie attached to the other end, affectionately known as Bubbles, bolted off in the direction of destination unknown. With its little tail wagging and it’s barks echoing in the distance, the dog refused to stop as you chased after it. “Bubbles, get back here!” You yelled. “Sit! Stop!!” But the dog continued on its journey. With five dogs, ranging in all different shapes, sizes, colors, and breeds, running along side of you as you continued to chase the Yorkie, who was now happily chasing a butterfly, you secretly found yourself hoping the day couldn’t get any worse than what it already was. Somehow you knew it would. You had an inkling in your bones. A funny feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Damn it!” You cursed, as the thought of turning on your heels and letting the dog run off crossed your mind. You inhaled deeply, knowing that you couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to live with that on your conscious. So you continued chasing the dog, screaming at it to stop and sit, it did neither. The sound of snickering, the stares, and the blatant pointing of the park’s other occupants, at you, did nothing to calm you down. To add insult to injury, Bubbles was now looking at you, watching you and the other dogs run towards her with her tongue hanging our of her mouth and what looked like a smile on her precious little face. Just as you reached to grab her leash, Bubbles ran off once again. You threw your hands up in the air in frustration, simultaneously releasing the other leashes you held in your hand. Each of the dogs, except the old Boxer, Min, and the small Pomeranian, Princess, took off running in various directions. Now, instead of one dog being on the loose, you had four. You quickly grabbed the leashes of Princess and Min, and took off in the direction of the Poodle, Missy. Missy grabbed a tennis ball that landed near her feet, put it in her mouth, and ran towards you. You laughed, watching as Missy dropped the ball at your feet. You picked up her leash and the tennis ball. Tossing it back to the owner, you yelled thanks, although from the look of confusion etched on her face, you could tell she had no clue how she just helped you. Looking around the park, you searched for the other three dogs. Your eyes landed on the Great Dane, Percy, who was drinking water from an automatic doggy fountain. Running as quickly as you could, you took control of Percy’s leash without alerting the dog, who was too busy lapping up water with its huge tongue. With four dogs in your control, you felt things were looking up already, that is if you could locate Bubbles and the Dalmatian pup, Bells. Bubbles ran pass you with Bells on her tail. You tried grabbing her leash, but was unsuccessful, however, you stepped on Bells’ leash, stopping the puppy with ease. Bells turned to face you and as you bent to get her leash, she licked your face. You laughed, scratching behind her ears. “That’s a good girl, Bells. Maybe after we get Bubbles, I’ll give you a treat.” Bells kicked her hind legs, wagged her tail happily and barked several times. Standing fully, you looked around the park, hoping to see Bubbles. As your eyes roamed over the plush greenery of the park, your eyes caught Bubbles. She was playing with another dog, a German Shepard. Both dogs chased each other with the German Shepard, running away from Bubbles. As Bubbles leaped onto of the other dog’s back, he ran away. You shook your head at the apparent game of tag the two dogs were engaged in. The owner of the German Shepard laughed and as the infectious sound greeted your ears, you stopped in your tracks. The sound was boisterous and almost jolly. It was not what you expected to come from the frame your eyes were locked on. His blonde hair was cut short, and over those deep brown expressive eyes that were now crinkled into two small slits and held a child like gleam, were two thick eyebrows. His whitened smile was simply breathtaking and in revealed a set of dimples in his lightly tanned cheeks. To sum it up, the man was handsome. Downright, sinfully sexy. Beautiful. You found yourself slipping into a blissful, euphoric world each time his laughter rang out in the air. The chirping of the birds faded. The blaring of car horns, disappeared. Even the constant chattering of couples enjoying the sunny June day was muted. The only sound that filled your ears was the rapid drumming of your heart and his angelic voice as he called out to Bubbles and his dog. Just as fast as you were able to slip into this peaceful revenge, you were pulled back to reality when several of the dogs began barking and pulling away from you. Your eyes traveled in the direction of what caused the commotion. A squirrel. You shook your head and turned back to the man, who was headed towards you, with Bubbles in his hand and his own dog trotting beside him. “I think she belongs to you.” He handed you Bubbles, who licked your face. You nodded, accepting Bubbles from the stranger. “Yes, she does. Thanks!” He smiled, “No problem.” Instantly your heart rate kicked up and the air that you held in your lungs was knocked out of you with such force, you staggered backwards a few steps. Sure you witnessed the beauty of his smile while he played with both dogs, at a distance, but your body was not ready for how it would effect you once you experienced it up close and personal. You felt the painful tightening of your chest against the white cotton shirt that boasted your best friend’s name and contact information for her dog walking business. His eyes traveled from the red hat that covered the unruly mass of hair on top of your head, down to your knockoff designer shades, over the shirt, down to the pack of dogs that sat at your feet, finally back to your eyes. He smiled as he ran the tip of his tongue of his lips, revealing the most perfect set of teeth you’ve ever set eyes on. Damn, you thought, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You ran the tip of your tongue over your own set teeth. “So, you own a dog walking business?” You raised a questioning brow. He motioned towards your shirt. You followed his gaze and found yourself laughing at the momentary brain fart he caused you to have. “No, actually I don’t.” It was his turn to raise one of those thick eyebrows your fingers itched to trace. “Oh really?” You nodded, “My best friend does. She likes to walk dogs on the weekend so she started her own business.” You looked down at the dogs then back at him. “She twisted her ankle a few days ago and I’m filling in for her this weekend.” His smile grew wider. “Aww, that’s nice of you.” He extended his hand. “I’m Minhyuk.” You offered him one of your hands and as soon as the two of you made contact, you felt a surge of electricity flow between the two of you. It was so strong, so overwhelming, you both flinched. You quickly let go of his hand. “And this is Polo.” He said, gently rubbing the top of the German Shepard’s head. “Say hi, Polo.” The dog barked and you chuckled. “I’m El. Allow me to introduce you to my 4 legged friends”, you said with enthusiasm. “This is Percy, Missy, Bells, Min, Princess, and you already know Bubbles.” With each name you said, you raised the leash belonging to the corresponding dog. Minhyuk ran a free hand over each of the dog’s heads. “Do any one of these dogs belong to you?” You shook your head. “No”, you answered sadly, “but Bubbles actually belongs to my best friend.” You saw what looked like disappointment flash in Minhyuk’s eyes before disappearing and you wondered if your lack of furry companion, just caused you to lose the chance in getting to know him better. “With my job, I travel the world and can’t take a pet with me.” You explained, feeling as though an explanation was needed. But his lack of response was not the reaction you were hoping to garner. Recognizing the opportunity of building a friendship, or more, with him came and went, you realized with a soft sigh. “Well thank you so much for getting Bubbles for me. She got off her leash and I chased her all over the park.” You laughed nervously, hoping the tension would somehow dissolve. It didn’t. “It was nice meeting you Minhyuk.” Without waiting for him to respond, you began to speed walk toward the entrance of the park, wanting to forget today’s episode. A deep, red flush crept over your face. Regret settled in. You knew all along that the meeting of someone as handsome as Minhyuk was too good to be true. You reminded yourself of that sinking feeling you had in your stomach, no more than thirty minutes ago, that the day would get worse. And you’d been right. You shook your head, needing to shake the feelings that slowly began washing over you, away. Allowing yourself to wallow in self pity would not make the events of the day change. You knew, as well as anyone else, that things in life happened for a reason. That people are brought into our lives for a reason, a season or a lifetime. And because you were now leaving the park alone, well not totally alone, you still had 6 energetic dogs that you came with, you knew that meeting Minhyuk was suppose to be nothing more than a friendly hi and good-bye. Like a gentle breeze caressing the face on a balmy summer day. It offered temporary relief. Meeting him caused all sorts of wondrous feelings and thoughts. But why? You shrugged, not really knowing the answer. Not truly understanding how one man’s smile, that man’s smile, made butterflies flutter against the lining of your stomach. Why was it that, with him, you felt free. As if the constraints, that once held you back, were suddenly removed. Your mind was working overtime with many questions that you somehow knew would never be answered. The chance to explore those questions in hope of gaining their answers, had been snatched away from you. Maybe it was predestined. You scoffed. You were never one to believe in destiny. Well, not to the extent of how other people did. You were the master of your fate, the captain of your soul. As you turned the corner of the park’s entrance, the barking of a dog, in the distance, caught your attention. You stopped and looked around, suddenly becoming paralyzed as the sight of Polo running towards you with Minhyuk not far off his tail. Once Polo reached you, he began tugging on the bottom of your shirt, pulling you in the direction of Minhyuk. You struggled to free yourself from his grip, but your attempts proved futile, as the dog dragged you like a ragdoll. You stopped fighting just as Minhyuk reached you. “Polo, what has gotten into you?” He asked, his chest heaving. He used the bottom of his gray tank top to wipe tiny beads of sweat that clung to his sun kissed skin. All the while exposing the taunt muscles of his stomach. You inhaled sharply. Polo finally released your shirt. “I am so sorry El.” Minhyuk said, his voice filled with sincerity. “He just broke away from me and ran after you.” Rubbing Polo behind his ear, you shrugged with a smile. “It’s fine. Remember Bubbles did the same thing.” Minhyuk laughed at the memory. “Yeah, but Polo has never done that before.” “Neither has Bubbles, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.” Minhyuk nodded in agreement, his eyes dropped down to where Polo held your shirt hostage. A frown crested his face. “He ripped a hole in your shirt!” You looked down at the material and noticed several small holes in it. Although it was no big deal for you, apparently it was to Minhyuk. The shirt was old and worn anyway. He muttered a curse. “I am beyond sorry.” Gripping Polo’s leash, he stooped down to get face to face with his. “That was a bad choice Polo. No sir.” Polo whimpered, before laying down on his stomach and covering his face with a paw. Minhyuk smiled sadly as he lovingly ran a hand over his. “It’s okay. You just can not do that again.” He stood back up and looked from the holes in your shirt, back to you. “I feel horrible.” You waved it off. “There’s no need for you to feel bad. This shirt is old anyway. Besides, I know he didn’t mean it.” You began rubbing Polo’s side. “Did you, sweetie? No, you didn’t mean it. I know you didn’t.” Polo flipped onto his back, you scratched his stomach, watching as his feet kicked in the air, before he flipped back over and licked your face. “I know this may seem-” he shrugged nonchalantly, “-weird, I guess, but I was wondering if maybe you would like to have dinner with me...” He paused, then added, “Especially since Polo ripped your shirt.” Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you smiled. Maybe there was more to this destiny thing, you thought as you said, “I’d like that very much.”

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fromthedeskoftheminister · 7 years

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Rise of a Region

Summary: A Friendly between three Quidditch teams becomes all the more interesting when a mysterious spectator joins the games.

Tags: Mysterious disappearances mentioned, suspected death mentioned, Whitebeard Pirates, Straw Hat Pirates, Revolutionaries, Quidditch AU, College AU, Modern World AU, Gen Fic, mild cursing, Entirely UnBetaed

AN: It is a time when tumblr is dead and Ive been sitting on this ficlit for a while. US Quidditch Cup 10 starts this weekend and Im going to be watching, so I figure its probably a decent time to post this. I’ll reblog it again before games start in the morning, but I want to post before I forget. Before I begin, Yes, Muggle Quidditch is a thing. Yes it is international. Australia won last year’s world cup. Yes, Brooms are used. Yes it is a full contact sport. No, we do not fly. The Snitch is a tennis ball in a sock velcroed to a neutral 3rd parties rear. It is only worth 30 points. Catching it, separating the sock from the person, ends the game. And I think thats all. If you have any sort of question about the story or quidditch, my inbox is open

Rise of A Region

The field was a nice one, Marco absently thought as he surveyed the grounds from his vantage point on the hill just behind the soccer goalposts. Turf field, regulation size brooms, plenty of extra balls and a set of what looked like a set Peterson hoops were set up on one half of the soccer field he was overlooking. Random joyous yelling drifted up to him as people greeted each other and he let the sounds wash over him. He was going to sit here and enjoy the sunshine in peace and relative quiet before the rest of the team arrived and he had to go manage things, make introductions and generally figure out the plan of action.

The spring sun was bright, warming the day to a rather comfortable temperature that was just shy of being too hot. It was negated by a very gentle breeze pushing the barest wisp of a cloud lazily across the brilliant blue sky. Marco set his hands behind him and returned his lazy gaze to the people on the field below. They had just started to set up their equipment and Marco checked the time. He had an hour or so before the friendlies were supposed to start but if he knew his team, it would in reality be more like 2. So what was he going to do to pass the time? Marco was half temped to copy the guy he had spotted while searching for a dry spot to sit and just take a nap.

While it sounded nice in theory, he knew it would be a bad idea. He wanted to be at his best for these matches. Their region was new as were the two teams that had invited them here today, but they had already gained something of a rep. Frankly, Marco decided, readjusting how he was sitting to see the field a bit more clearly he would be better served watching their practice and warm up in an attempt to figure out the team’s strengths and weaknesses.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long he was watching for before the squishing sound of a canvas shoe stepping into a particularly viscous muddy patch alerted him to the fact that he had company. The arm that draped itself over his shoulder accompanied by a rather ridiculous red pompadour alerted him to the fact that Thatch had finally woken up and realized that they had arrived at their location. Due to their prolonged friendship he was probably one of the only people that would take such liberties. They watched in silence as the group of people below, which had only grown in size since Marco had started watching, completed a rather complex scoring drill.

“You’ve got maybe 5 minutes before the rest of the group starts arriving. ” he said with a yawn.

Marco raised an eyebrow at that. “You mean they’re actually going to be on time today?”

Thatch managed to look offended “Hey! We totally get places on time!”

Marco snorted, clearly amused. “Only because I’ve been purposely telling the group the wrong start time of tournaments for at least a year or so. Today’s the first time since that disaster that was our first tournament that I didn’t.”

Thatch gaped at him then rolled his eyes. “Of course you have. I can’t believe I forgot how devious you can be.”

“So, how late?” Marco chuckled.

Thatch grinned as well. “Last car should be here in 30 minutes at the latest.”

“Right.” Marco said shrugging Thatch’s arm from his shoulders as he smoothly rose from his seat. “I should probably go let them know then. And introduce myself while I’m at it. I don’t think I’ve actually ever met Sabo in person.” He turned to offer Thatch a hand up, but his friend had already hoisted himself to his feet.

“Might want to hold up a second. I see Haruta’s car.” Thatch said and Marco nodded in acquiescence. They didn’t have to wait long. The car had scarcely come to a stop before Haruta tumbled out full of their usual boundless energy and scampered over.

“Hey guys!” They cried out cheerfully as they attempted to scramble up Thatch’s back, clearly attempting to get a piggyback. “Where are the others?”

“Not here yet.” Thatch said

“Whoohoo!” Haruta yelled “Its not us who’s last this time!”

“Impossible things have been known to happen.” Marco said dryly as Jiru, Izou, and Jozu joined them on the hill. Haruta made a face when they caught the teasing tone directed their way.

“Yeah yeah. Get lost one time…” They grumbled good-naturedly and Thatch snorted from beneath them as they settled themselves on his back.

“Once? Try like ten or fifteen and then you might, just might be in the ball park” Marco teased.

Haruta stuck out their tongue in response before exclaiming, “Lets go!” Apparently spurred on by the other’s enthusiasm, Thatch took off down the hill like a shot with Haruta whooping like a maniac on his back. Jiru, the only certified EMT of their group took off a second later yelling semi-jokingly at the pair that they’d better not hurt themselves. Marco rolled his eyes at the antics of his teammates before heading down towards the pitch himself at a much more sedate pace.

Izou matched his stride and after a moment inquired “So?”

Marco shrugged. He knew exactly what the other was asking. “Not sure yet. I’ve heard that The Strawhats have a stronger chaser lineup with fast breaks while the Revolutionaries tend to favor gaining bludger control and taking their time. We should be able to beat them with ease but seeing as the two teams have been practicing together the entire time, I don’t exactly know who’s on which team. This would also be a bit easier if I actually knew what Sabo looked like as well.”

“You still don’t know?” Izou asked incredulously.

Marco simply shrugged. How was he supposed to know what the other man looked like? He wasn’t on Facebook all that much and Sabo’s profile picture there was simply an icon of a Tophat. The other captain had emailed him instead of using a chat feature and in doing the set up for this friendly they simply had never gotten around to meeting one another face to face.

“Ah, I can help with that.” A new voice said cutting into the conversation. The source was somewhere near their feet and Marco looked down to meet a pair of curious silver eyes peering up at him from underneath a vibrantly orange cowboy hat.

“Really?” Izou asked, sounding skeptical. Despite the warmth of the day, the other man was bundled up rather seriously.

“Yeah. You said you were looking for Sabo right?” The stranger said as they pulled themselves to their feet. He adjusted his hat to get a better view of the field revealing a face full of freckles atop a deep tan. Without bothering to wait for an answer the other man continued. “Ah, found him. He’s the blonde one over there,” the stranger said making a vague gesture as he stooped down to grab a green zebra stripped bag with a rather intricately designed spade over one pocket.

“Well, that’s not terribly helpful,” Marco said, glancing in the direction that the stranger had gestured to before turning back to the other man. “There are currently several blonds ‘over there.’ Can you be a bit more specific?”

“Sure.” The stranger said. “He’s the only blond with facial scars. Here, why don’t I just introduce you?

Marco shrugged then offered out a hand. “Sounds good to me. I’m Marco by the way.”

“Izou.” Izou offered with a wave of his hand. The creased brow between his friend’s eyebrows was rather telling. It meant that Izou was trying to remember something, though at the moment it probably came off as unfriendly. It didn’t seem to bother the cheerful stranger who returned the introductions with a smirk.

“Nice t’ meetcha. I’m Ace.” Ace said shaking Marco’s hand before the trio resumed their walk to the pitch. “Who do you play for?”

“Eh? Oh, the Whitebeards.”

Ace looked rather impressed by that statement. “For real? That’s the shit man. Thought you guys weren’t a part of this region though?”

“We are now.” Marco said with a smile. “With the Strawhats and the Revolutionaries joining up, the board finally decided there were enough teams in the area to qualify for a region of our own.”

“Sweet.” Ace said. “Though I hope you don’t think you guys’ll be able to just walk all over these two teams, Mr. Quidditch World Cup Champions.”

Marco simply shrugged and Ace laughed loudly, drawing stares from all over the pitch with rather amusing effects as a couple of people suddenly became recipients of bludgers to the face. Another person, apparently startled by the laughter threw a quaffle a little too high and it sailed over the edge of the passing circle headed right towards them. Ace snatched it out of the air and had returned the pass to another person in the circle. That seemed to break whatever spell had come over the majority of the players except for two people in particular. A small tan lanky boy wearing a strawhat exchanged some sort of look with a blond young man with a series of scars scattered over his left side, the most prominent one over his left eye. Ace gave a small wave and apparently that was all that was needed to cause the pair to run towards them, no at Ace, full tilt.

Ace’s eyes widened and he quickly took the bag off of his shoulder and held it out to Marco who looked at him with undisguised curiosity. “Can you do me a favor and hold this?” Ace asked, the words coming out in a rush.

“Sure.” Marco had scarcely taken the bag before Ace continued

“You might also want to take a couple of steps to the side.”

“Why?” Marco asked but the question was rendered moot as the answer came barreling past as twin blond and black blurs tackled Ace bringing him down with a lot of noise. Marco turned to Izou who was still standing beside him. “Are you as confused as I am?”

“Yes.” Izou said. “Though I finally figured out why the kid seems familiar.”

“Oh?”

“That’s Ace.”

“Im aware that’s Ace. He told us his name Izou.”

“I wasn’t done thank you. That’s Ace of Spades.”

Marco blinked. “As in the Merc team that made it to the final four of the Quidditch World Cup Championships 3 years ago? The team that was rumored to be able to give us a run for our money but ended up withdrawing due to injuries?”

“Exactly.” Izou said. “I wonder what he’s doing here. I thought all of the Spades had retired from Quidditch after that.”

“Most of us did. The Spades as a Quidditch team no longer exists.” Ace said rejoining the pair, arms over the shoulders of the two people who had just tackled him. Strangely enough, the younger of the two the kid with the straw hat had tears running down his face while beaming like Christmas had come early. The blond under Ace’s other arm didn’t have any tears but had a rather similar smile on his face. Marco’s curiosity was driving him crazy but he pushed it away. He didn’t know any of these people well enough to ask about the strange series of events he had just witnessed. “And to answer your question, Im just here to visit these weirdo and play some Quidditch. Sabo, Luffy, meet Marco and Izou of the Whitebeards.”

“Nice to finally put a faces to the names.” Marco commented, hands in his pockets.

“Indeed.” Sabo said, ducking out of Ace’s hold. “Ya ready to get these games started?”

Marco looked around, and his eyes lit upon a familiar group of people that were just standing atop the hill he and Izou had just walked down. “Seeing as the rest of my team just arrived, I’ll have to say yes.”

“Great.” Sabo said. “Lets get this show on the road then.”

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