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cryinginthebackseat · 1 year

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breaking sugar - ch i

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Fandom: Attack On Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Mikasa Ackerman

Word count: 10.671

Summary: So, it goes like this then: if he can shut the door, he can run away. It should be easy. He can escape this. But it’s the leaving that’s hard.

Warnings: Swearings, a large chunk of lemon

Author’s Note: my first anime fanfic ever. kinda went above and beyond with this one and the smut. so far it clocks in at an egregious 17k-ish on my docs and i'm nowehere near done with the story, cause it’s purely self indulgent but self indulgence = self care.after mulling over on how to post this for eons, instead of making it into a one shot, i decided to divide the story into two parts. i hope i can post the next chapter soon.this is part one.

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I’m building memories on things we have not said. - Fiona Apple

“How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.” - Pablo Neruda

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In the morning, the agony and guilt often coalesce, merging like earth stones. One darkness bleeds into the other.

Like every story that ends with guilt, it all starts with a decision. Some would call it karma, reaping what you sow; like plucking roses with a blindfold on and your fingers end up dripping crimson petals at your feet and it’s worse knowing that you could have avoided it all from the beginning.

But no one’s really good at this, isn’t it? Making the right choice? There is very little gravity when it comes to weighing between what’s right and wrong, the good choice and the bad one, and too often we let the latter collapse in on ourselves.

The point is, it’s frustrating how we simply can't see beyond our own, introverted cocoons. Constantly digging around in the same old hole.

The point is, there’s a knife lodged in his chest, engraved with her name.

And he knows he’s too far gone.

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But now, there’s only the night.

And tonight, she comes to him.

The knock on his door has never sounded more like thunder in his head. He considers ignoring it. He always tells himself he’s smarter than this. That he’s not a suicidal maniac, that label is reserved only for Eren fucking Yeager.

He opens the door anyway, clad in a white shirt and black trousers.

Their eyes meet and there’s a stretch of small smile that tugs the edges of her mouth. Her cheeks- her entire face- an infernal red like the scarf she likes to wear.

He stands before her, leaning against the door jamb. His arms folded over his chest.

“Finally learned how to knock?” he drawls teasingly, watching the way her gaze falters but she doesn’t blink; he does. He straightens up and lets his eyes roam her from head to toe. “You look beautiful, Mikasa.”

Mikasa gazes at him with those large, butterfly-eyes that never fail to clip his wings and tug him back down to Earth.

“Thank you, Levi,” is her response.

The Levi in question, watches her in return, mesmerized.

He has always watched her, right from the very start. Before the Female Titan, really. A long time ago.

“Can I come in?”

Levi doesn’t answer her– he doesn’t think he has the capacity for it. Words are superfluous, anyway, when it comes to this, so he merely nods in response and steps aside, letting her pass through the doorway. Half of her body brushes against him as she does that. His heart does something strange at the contact, making it feel as if it would fall apart at the seams.

He really is too far gone. He knows well he’s crossed the Rubicon now. It’s only a matter of time before his Rome collapses, might as well let it bury him underneath it.

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Levi Ackerman first met Mikasa Ackerman years ago.

On the battlefield, her eyes, as if by accident or design, met his.

Odd that her eyes reminded him of arrowheads. It was even odder that he found them beautiful. So beautiful that he had to classify them as dangerous and that’s horrible. Horrible because her stare had stirred something deep within him in a way he didn’t associate with his adrenaline rush.

And couple that fact with this one: Levi couldn’t seem to get a read of her expression.

Eventually, he forced himself to look away.

(Later, he would often revisit this strange, little exchange between them in his head. Had he known she would want to bite his head off after he’d kicked Eren’s at his tribunal, he wouldn’t have bothered— but now, now Levi thought of the weight of Mikasa’s stare against his and that tight tangle of confusion as it was draped by something else).

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“Can’t sleep?” Levi questions once the door clicks shut behind them. Mikasa stands in the middle of the room, jangling nerves and breathing too loudly.

“Yes. It’s just one of those nights, I think.” She shrugs, her voice steady enough and he hums in return.

“I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I’m sorry, I was held up by Eren.”

Levi arches a curious brow. “I didn't know you two are on talking terms.”

She shakes her head. “We aren’t. He just swung by my quarters, saying he wanted to talk but I managed to shake him off.”

“And you decided to come here, of all places.”

“Of course. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” Mikasa tells him all this glibly, casually, a night-blooming confession passed over like a carafe of wine. Every time, it’s a clean strike against his heel.

She feels him drawing closer.

She touches the uneven thud at her throat.

He never fails to elicit that far-away longing.

Levi is behind her now. Something coiled tight in her stomach, a stretched band ready to snap at the very primitive idea of him touching her– why hasn’t he touched her?

“Now, that you’re here…” He says. Low. Rumbling. His mouth skates against her ear. She leans back against his chest, closing her eyes shut as his arms circle around her waist. “What, then?”

“I think you know.”

Levi turns her around. She opens her eyes and sees him, gimlet-eyed and smirking, all dark and predatory. Mikasa thinks she likes this particular look of him. It makes something inside her twist, something like power, knowing she has this hold over him.

His hand replaces the one on her throat. Mikasa tilts her head back and gasps noisily in the dim room.

“Yeah, I think I do.” Levi kisses Mikasa, and it still confuses her greatly, how the earth upends and shakes itself apart every time he does that.

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The girl was a creature of habit, which made finding her outside the headquarters relatively easy.

That late afternoon, that summer, during an unexpected hot spell, Levi found Mikasa in the greenhouse. She had finished tending the garden and was now reading at the table.

He stood over her. Mikasa lifted her head at him from her book.

His brow arched. Her neck was bare. It was the first time he’d seen her without her scarf.

“Can I help you?” she asked flatly. Her fingers turned to the next page in her book without looking away from him. “Sir,” she added, as if an afterthought.

Levi’s face dipped into a frown. “Why on earth did you do that?”

“Did what?”

“That.” He nodded to her book. “How are you supposed to read it if you look ahead?”

She shrugged. “I can always revisit the book later.”

“That’s absurd. And a damn waste of your time.”

“I don’t really care.”

“You’re not supposed to read that way, brat,” Levi pointed out.

Something like a scowl invaded her gaze and Mikasa, perhaps out of spite, perhaps she only meant to establish that he held no power over her or a combination of both, flipped another page. All with her eyes still glued to him.

Levi stepped closer, but he didn’t know where to land his eyes, they kept flicking from hers to her neck and her mouth. If Mikasa noticed this, she yielded no words, instead craning her neck to meet his stare. He had forgotten how crucial eye contact was, and now, looking at her, he was fighting back with everything he could against her overwhelming offense.

“I think I can read however I like, Captain,” Mikasa said offhandedly. And then Levi placed a hand in the center of her book and pressed it down flat against the table, the spine parted to the force.

Her hands were still grasping hard on the sides of the book, holding it open the same as his hand did in the center of her book. Their fingertips nearly touched. Levi hadn’t realized this until he dropped her gaze, looked down and swallowed. Her fingers were small and slender next to his, he realized. She could make powerful men start a war for her with just her touch if she wanted, he thought, make them bend her will.

He raised his eyes to her again. Mikasa blinked, once, twice and then pulled the book shut. He retracted his hand to his side, and his thumb and index finger ghosted over the back of her hand. He saw her cheeks flush and breathed heavily through her nose. Levi took a ragged breath of his own.

He reached for something to say. “You’re not wearing your scarf.”

“It’s too hot for a scarf,” she admitted quietly, a hand idly touching the bare skin of her throat.

“I see,” Levi replied dazedly, eyes following the shape of her fingers on her skin.

The bell toiled in the distance, pulling him back from the ruins of his mind. Levi shook his head, chased away that bashed-in look to him, like she’d clubbed him in the head or something. He couldn’t do this. He came to the conclusion he’d have better odds facing ten abnormal titans than whatever the fuck he’d tried to do.

He looked out in the direction of the sun then cleared his throat. “Carry on, Ackerman,” he said, even-toned, and then he was gone.

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He thinks, amidst his lust-induced haze, that kissing her feels like running headfirst into a wall of fire.

Her fingers caress his face, but her kiss is far from gentle. Her teeth knock his and it’s bruising and hot-blooded and dominating and fuck, she’s going to kiss him until he spirals and he finds himself kissing her back just as fervently, and trails his lips down her jaw, the arch of her neck. Nipping on her skin just so he can hear his name rolling off of her tongue again and again and again.

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How does it start?

It’s all Erwin’s fault, really.

Or the MPs, he can’t really tell anymore.

Somewhere down the line, Levi knows he’s made the wrong turn, he lets his hands slip on the reins and the horses are speedrunning into the chasm and try as you might, you can’t change the ending. The predetermined outcome is no longer predetermined.

For example: an ashy letter had arrived on Erwin Smith’s desk on one gray and windswept morning. The envelope was pristine. On the front was her name written in an elegant cursive, a glaring testament to their prominence in the hierarchy. But it was the green wax seal on the back– imposing green unicorn, its mane glowing bright in the pale sunlight– that had caught Levi’s undivided attention.

“I want you to take care of this,” Erwin had said in that heavy, commanding tone of his that meant business.

“I doubt shooting the messenger would get the message across, but if that’s what you want.”

Erwin afforded Levi a tight-mouthed grin. “Causing another national conflict just right after we ended one, Levi? How very ambitious of you.” He harrumphed and dropped the smile. “But no, I was talking about Ackerman. I need you to tend to the girl.”

They were in his office. Behind his desk, Erwin’s face was pinched tight, acute exhaustion masquerading as stoicism while Levi looked at him dead-on with narrowed eyes. Pointy chin and curtained dark hair, his confused mouth asked, “What do you mean?”

Erwin didn’t say anything at first. One hand pulled open his desk drawer and took out a bottle of whiskey, placing two glasses on the table. He had that uneasy lies the head that wears a crown look on his face.

“Considering Ackerman’s recent highly-publicized falling-out with Yeager, Arlert has been suspecting that she will take the offer just to get away from him,” Erwin said after a pause. He poured on his, then Levi’s. Then poured more for himself. “We can’t let that happen. Not when the Operation to retake Wall Maria is drawing close.”

Levi reached for his glass and took a biting sip. When Erwin had summoned him to announce he had a discrete project in mind for the Captain, this had been the last thing he had in mind, but he would not be mystified. He was a soldier, first and foremost. He would obey and perform the task he’d been assigned without much fuss.

So naturally, the words that came out of his mouth were: “So, what do you want me to do?”

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Perhaps, there were many ways this could have gone.

(No, there was no way this could have gone differently. When the pieces of the board have been placed, when you know the names Mikasa Ackerman and Levi Ackerman are attached to the pieces, the possibility narrows itself down to that singular vanishing point in the middle of the page).

(To think of anything else is simply absurd).

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The main issue (one of the many, at least), that Levi recognized almost instantly, was that he might have overestimated his ability to carry out the task. He didn’t have a plan, not even the bare bones of it. He couldn’t remember the last time he operated purely on instincts. The heist, probably. And look at where it had led him.

Still, he visited the greenhouse and they ended up meeting each other there for most days. She would be tending the plants, and he would walk in and help her. Then they would sit at the table, him across from her. They would drink tea. Some afternoons they would talk and bicker and play chess, some afternoons they would simply ignore each other and read their books in silence.

That afternoon, he rifled through his pockets for a cigarette and lit it. She peered up at him from the pages before her.

“What does it taste like?” Mikasa asked with that wide-eyed wonder, undiluted curiosity that had a penchant to spin him on that dizzy edge.

Levi leaned forward to flick his cigarette on the ashtray, if anything to distract himself.

“You never smoked before?” Mikasa shook her head. “It tastes a bit like how they smell. Sort of like licking a burning newspaper or swallowing ash.”

She made a face. “That’s disgusting.”

Levi’s mouth curved up, he hid it behind his hand, his cigarette. “I don’t really do it for the taste. No one does– maybe except for those disgusting ass-hats at the Military Police. Then again, there’s no accounting for taste.” He paused, cast a cursory glance at her, feeling inspired.

“Well, maybe not everything. Since they want to bring you into their fold and all,” Levi added, pivoting the conversation, trying to segue into the topic he’d been wanting to bring to the table.

She ignored it altogether. Instead, she asked: “Can I try?”

“What?”

Mikasa nodded towards the cigarette. “Can I try smoking it?”

A sooty brow quirked. “You’re not serious.”

Mikasa shrugged a shoulder. “It’s better than watching you hogging it to yourself, at least.”

“It’s my last and I’m not sharing, brat.”

“Now, you’re just being rude.” She folded her arms. Her face, a callback to that implacable and petulant ankle-biter she’d often worn at nineteen.

But she was hardly one now, wasn’t she? A kid. At twenty-two, Mikasa was that still stubborn, moonless-eyed sprite; a self-contained statuette situated on an ornate, little pedestal in a gilded parlor, meant to be shielded and worshiped by the world. As an objective observer, he’d been well aware of Mikasa’s beauty, alright.

But he digressed.

“Tch. Have I ever not?” Levi retorted. He delivered the words like something he could be proud of. Her scowl deepened. “Claws in, cadet. But my answer is still no.”

“Not even if I beg you for it, Captain?” Her face was stern, ungiving, but the question was less genuine and the implication of that made Levi freeze in his seat. The conversational equivalent of being struck in the knee.

Simply put, the question coaxed the stirring he’d felt into something darker. Levi released a shaky breath.

He shouldn’t feel this way. This was wrong. He shouldn’t have felt anything at all.

The Captain raised a hand to his mouth and cleared his throat. “Really Ackerman, you would beg just for a hit?” he gritted out, his voice wavered.

“But I will not be getting on my knees, if that’s what you mean,” Mikasa said. This impossibly stubborn creature.

Under the table, his hand had balled into a fist so hard it blanched his knuckle, nails digging crescent moons into his skin.

There was a scratch at the back of his throat that made it hard to breathe. The water was getting dangerous. Get out of here, his head said. This was a four-dimensional catastrophe in the making.

And yet…

“That’s a shame. That’d be quite a sight of the century, I’d say.” The words were out of his mouth before Levi could even reconsider them. He was crossing a very dangerous line here, but his mind was caught between the safe choice and the stupid choice at the moment, with the latter taking the lead. Maybe it was the hour, maybe it was her, but his self-control was this close to crashing straight into smithereens.

“Is that what it takes?” she asked him.

He blinked stupidly. “What?”

“For me to smoke your cigarette? Me on my knees, begging?”

He felt his mouth move.

"Yes,” he said, despite his better instincts.

Mikasa remained muted. Her face was that much impossible to read, though her eyes were dark, hooded. She was watching him, thinking.

And then, unexpectedly and briskly, Mikasa stood up. Determination flashed over her features, and there was a danger to be found in that. She made her way to the center of the room and got down on her knees, the floor dirty beneath her crisp, white pants.

And then: “Would you let me smoke your cigarette, please?”

Something nameless spun inside of him. Very slowly, Levi rose to his feet and approached her. There was a catch in her breath as he openly stared at her, in a way he never had. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t stop. His brain stalled. Levi didn’t know why she was doing what she was doing- if she was even aware of what she was doing, but Mikasa was drowning him. Head underwater, he didn’t know if she’d let him come up for air.

Her eyes fluttered as Levi stood before her. Mikasa looked up at him, at his eyes, feigning impartial and challenging. He inched closer. His hips were at eye level with her face. Her eyes flicked to his belt buckle for a millisecond, before they swept back up.

He took a deep breath and it sounded more like a tremble, the heady rush that comes when one’s about to commit either something brave or disastrously reckless or both.

He raised his hand with the cigarette to her face. Her breath on his skin was hot.

“Open your mouth,” Levi ordered, and so she did. Her lips parted open and curled around the tip, heavy in its suggestiveness. His fingers pressed gently against her mouth. She took a light drag, all with eyes still on him. Her cheeks flushed, her neck. Her eyes were entirely dark. He wondered if she would look as poised when she had his dick in her mouth. Walls. He was imagining fucking her mouth and that’s insane. The smoke touched the back of her throat, but didn’t make it all the way down. When Mikasa breathed out, she intentionally blew it in his direction.

By the time she was done, both were shaking. Levi yanked his hand back from her, but left the cigarette between her lips and she let him– he didn’t think of her that foolish, he knew she’d let him– and turned his back to her. He glanced down, his cock was pushing against his pants, rock-hard and obscene and what the fuck had he done?

“You can have the rest of it.” His voice was thick, like he had a mouthful of blood. What have I done? “I’ll see you at dinner.” And he went for the door. He didn’t look at her– he wouldn’t. He left, the idea of staying in that greenhouse for another minute made his head pirouette.

Levi made it to his quarters. He couldn’t stop thinking of what happened. What he had allowed to happen. He fell onto his bed, on his back, one arm over his face, the other skated lower and ran his fingers over the pre-cum gathering there. When Levi came, all he saw was Mikasa- on her knees, begging “please”, mouth warm around him- as he gasped her name.

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He would just like to reiterate: anything that happened, it wasn’t his fault. Levi is not above blaming other people for his own problems, but in this case, he really was just following orders.

“I want you to tend to the girl,” Erwin had told him, weeks ago, a month, last Thursday. Levi couldn’t tell anymore. Time’s all nonsense when the whole world is falling apart, anyway.

“I need you to ensure that her loyalty to the Survey corps is not compromised, by any means necessary. They’re expecting her answer by the end of this month.”

“By any means necessary?”

“Yes.” Erwin had looked him square in the eye, the message in his eyes was clear. “I’ll leave the hows and all to you, but I trust you to carry out this assignment in the most likely manner, Levi.”

Erwin hadn’t said anything else after that. He needn’t to. Even though it was non-specific, the implication was hard to miss. Levi had felt it, the beat and skip, the sudden rise of his pulse as he drowned the rest of his drink, winced at the burn and stood to leave.

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Dinner at the mess hall was interminable.

It was seven o’clock and his plate of turkey sandwiches was barely touched. Hange wouldn’t stop talking his ear off on his right, something about a successful experiment they had with Eren, but Levi wasn't listening. There was a distant buzzing in his head, the rapid opening and closing of his own heart overwhelming him.

“And then Eren threw these barrage of punches and kick the remainder of–”

“I think I lost the remainder of my appetite listening to you.” Levi got up from his chair. He glanced around the room, searching for that one particular face he’d dreaded seeing. Her usual seat was empty. His relief barely reached him. “I’m gonna call it a night. Don’t forget to bathe before you hit the sack, you filthy genius.”

Levi didn’t bother to wait for Hange’s response and headed back to his quarters, willing his mind blank.

Sometimes, Levi wondered if he was stuck in some sort of pain and pleasure feedback cycle. It was pleasurable to casually think about fucking Mikasa’s mouth, but the pleasure brought so much pain, the kind of pain that put its barbed fist down his throat and into his stomach and swished its contents around every time he remembered what he needed to do.

Not that fucking her mouth would be detrimental to the mission, probably, but by allowing what had happened to happen in the greenhouse, Levi guessed it was only a matter of time before the sand began its first trickle down the glass.

In more ways than one, Mikasa Ackerman would be his downfall.

Because she was well and truly under his skin. If he was frank with herself, he knew she’d been there for a long time.

He found the door to his room was ajar when he reached his isolated wing. Levi stilled in the doorway. He could see the candles were lit. More than that. He could hear movements inside. Someone pacing. He walked in only to freeze.

It was Mikasa. Fucking Mikasa was pacing back and forth in his fucking quarters.

The anger was slow-coming, but it was there, along with his confusion. He wanted to know why she was here. He wanted her to leave. He wanted her to stay. He felt like he was being tugged in every direction.

He kicked the door close with his foot and marched towards her.

“Brat, you better have one good reason why you’re trespassing into my private quarters or I swea–”

“You’re not supposed to be up here,” Mikasa snapped. She turned to face him, full-on, manic and too-bright eyes. Levi looked at her like she’d grown a second head.

“Are you even listening to yourself? You’re the one who barged into someone els–”

Mikasa stalked closer to him. Levi clamped his mouth shut, blinked in surprise at her.

“I mean here,” she interrupted him again, pointing to her head. Frustration bled into her voice. “You aren’t supposed to be in my head. Why are you up here?”

He did not reply to her for a long time; it’s the outwardly he could give her. Nerves thrum through him, something that threatened to be uncapped and his jaw twitched. He thought of his mission, the first time he saw her, his cock in her mouth, that day on the field when he’d witnessed her take down a cadet twice her size, the ramifications he would have to deal with if he acted on this foolishness.

It was not within Levi’s nature to heed his id, but she made it so hard for him to think logically.

“What are you…” he began to say, only to stop himself. Levi’s stomach made somersaults. He’d fought thugs from the Underground, an army of deadly titans. This was not a matter of life and death and she was nothing but a girl, but—

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” And just like that, Mikasa incapacitated him. Her voice barely above whisper but it was the loudest fucking gunshot in his ears. She really might as well have shot him.

Levi closed his eyes. His face must be showing something, or worse, Mikasa might know him that well, because when he opened his eyes again he could see it. Her face softened, like a shade being pulled from her face. He gave her a brief shake of his head. “Ackerman…”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Mikasa breathed again. “And I’m so tired of it. I thought it should not be bad if it’s someone else.”

Levi didn't move, his mouth went flat and hard. “But it’s only bad if it’s me.”

“You’re not supposed to be in my head, Levi.”

Levi was struck with three things all at once. The first was that Mikasa had said his name. And he didn’t know how to process that. Only she could speak each syllable of his name like any other four-letter word you can bastardize into a sin. The second was that his heart was pounding so hard in his chest, like, potentially coronary failure fast. The third was that Mikasa was close, too close, there was nowhere to look but her; she was here and she smelled so good. Sweat and clean and irresistibly female, a hint of gardenia; she’d picked some of the flowers from the greenhouse to her room, he assumed.

He did the unthinkable. Levi gripped the back of her neck, sudden and fast and pulled her to him. Mikasa gasped. Their lips hovered over each other, a promise of a head-on collision. She formed a fist, bunched his shirt between her fingers. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. Moved back up.

“And neither should you, Mikasa.”

It was easy then, to kiss her. To drag her to his bed. His hand yanked off the many layers of clothing she wore, and she, his cravat. Grabbing his shoulders, pulling him even closer. Shoving her tongue into his mouth. A rough desperation to her movements that he reciprocated easily.

She fell to his bed first. Mikasa mewled under him, pulling him on top of her as Levi drove into her with no plan of stopping.

The discerning would call this a victory. He had her right where he wanted her. Erwin would likely get to keep one of his best soldiers after all, and Levi would get to prove yet again he was best at following orders.

The discerning would be wrong.

The discerning didn’t know shit.

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INT. CAPTAIN LEVI’S QUARTERS - NIGHT

Afterwards, they laid still in his bed. Mikasa, still damp with sweat, now on top of Levi, bare and suffused with color, wound her arms around his neck; his wrapped lazily around her midsection, his legs intertwined with hers under the covers. There was no sound safe for the steady thump of his heart in her ear.

“So…” Mikasa gulped, nervous and fidgeted, but she trudged on. “What now?”

Levi was silent in reply at first, merely staring at the ceiling. The room had grown darker, the air stuffy and hot because they couldn’t risk throwing the windows open, but his silence was what choked her most.

“I honestly don’t know,” he answered her, eventually. Except his voice was strained. “What do you want?”

Mikasa disentangled herself from him. Levi’s face fell. He looked almost crestfallen. Maybe he thought she was about to get up and leave, but she quickly amended that and rolled to her side to face him. She cupped his face in her hands. Something she couldn’t categorize flashed quicksilver over his face, but it was gone just as it appeared.

“I…” She really shouldn’t be considering this. He was her superior, for God’s sake. They shouldn’t have done what they’d done. They shouldn’t do it again.

But Mikasa, underneath it all, was a slave to her own heart.

“I think I want to try this. With you– if you want to, that is,” she admitted nervously. She thought, with a startlingly dizzying clarity, that she could shatter into him and call it a victory, even if it meant losing any semblance of her self-control around him. “What do you want?”

For a moment, Levi only looked at her. He seemed uncertain of himself, like vaulting over the wrong fence or donning someone else's gear. Fearful, even. His gaze kept shifting back and forth between her eyes and lips, and it made her anxious.

Then:

“You,” he answered after a long, miserable, lingering pause. Relief spread through her. Mikasa couldn’t stop smiling as she leaned in and crashed her mouth against his.

“Okay,” Mikasa took his hand, clutched it tight. He responded in kind. This is madness, but at least they’re in this together, she thought. “Okay. You have me.”

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The admission has haunted his waking hours and his nightmares. Levi doesn't know what he admitted that night, he can’t tell which is which anymore. He feels like he doesn’t know much these days.

None of this ideal– only in a sense of morality scheme sort of things, though, not in terms of the part where he gets to fucking rail her, because the fucking is really that mind-blowing actually.

Which probably explains why he keeps doing it.

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Mikasa’s back is now against the wall of his room and Levi stands in front of her, mind dizzy with pleasure, sucking on her lower lip, speaks without thinking too much, telling her that he wants to fuck her, hard, that he’s been wanting to fuck her all day; he’s gone full confessional today, it seems.

He will deal with the agony and guilt in the morning, as usual, but tonight, his mental back and forth, the voice that tells him why he shouldn’t be doing this is far away, trapped beneath the layers of aching lust.

“Is this what you want?” Levi asks in a drawn-out whisper. Mikasa’s fingers grip his hip, hooked at the waistband of his trousers. His thighs are pressed against hers. Then she reaches down to palm the tent in his trousers, and his brain nearly damn short circuits.

“Yes,” she whispers against the column of his throat and Levi is so hard he could barely think. Also, because what she does next is getting down on her knees, right in front of him where he stands, frozen. Realization struck him at what Mikasa is about to do. Despite the pleasant hum in his head, he can still hear her, muttering the word please against him— against his cock. He braces against the wall.

Mikasa rubs her face against the crotch of his pants. She untucks his shirt, shoves it up and drags her lips, her tongue over his toned stomach, making one of those needy, purring noises that drive him absolutely fucking wild. His body jerks against her, against her face and heaves a deep breath, as her hands work on his belt and get his trousers open and god, that just makes him harder.

The head of his cock is already wet, swollen and throbbing with anticipation. Mikasa leans in, darting her tongue at the tip. Levi watches with a harsh, guttural sort of groan as his member fully sinks into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Mikasa.” His eyes sear into her and he nearly bangs his forehead against the wall, jaw dropping open. Mikasa drags her hands up his thighs to his hips. They buck forward into her grip. Her mouth around him is that much heavenly, that much hell (it’s only hell because this is so much better than how he’d once imagined it would be– on her knees, begging “please”, mouth warm around him) and his thoughts cripple.

A hand traced down the side of her face, trailing down the hinge of her jaw as her mouth works. Mikasa looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Her chin catching on the zipper of his pants. She takes him further down, swallowing him up with a slurp. The wet, filthy sound of her mouth as she sucks on his cock only flares the desire within him higher.

His fingers snag in her hair, pulling the strands deliberately, his grip tight at the root, his fingernails briefly scratching at her scalp. She lets out a wet, gagging noise around his cock, saliva trailing down her chin. He lets his head fall back to avoid the overly stimulating sight. His thighs tremble when she hollows her cheeks. The sound is maddening as Levi fucks her mouth, harder and wetter, her hand now gripping at the base until her lips brush against the side of it.

Levi can’t think intelligently, it’s that sort of mind-boggling sensation where the world around him somewhat blurs, swallowed by the noiseless vacuum of slow motion and Mikasa is his only focus point at this juncture.

He thinks his eyes might have rolled up into his head; her tongue is back dragging around the tip, deliberate and insistent. He’s past any coherent speech, he’s about to come.

Levi tugs her by her hair and pulls her to her feet before it could happen. Without any gentleness or whatsoever, he spins her around, pressing her front against the wall and glides his hand down from her shoulder, hiking up her nightgown until the hem has ridden up past her hips. He yanks away her cardigan, dropping it to the floor. He feels her body shudder before him. His teeth drag down the nape of her neck and he slides his other hand down between her thighs.

He rubs leisurely at her, through the underwear and then under. Mikasa's head tips back at the skin-to-skin contact and moans shakily. He, on the other hand, is quiet, rendered unimaginably speechless. Just a taut, marveling “Fuck” before driving two fingers deep into her.

“God, Levi.” Mikasa makes a choking, groaning sound, reaching back to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling, burning his scalp. It’s the pain more than anything else that goes straight to Levi’s cock, and he hisses and tenses behind her. Her hips buck against his cock and his hand. He exhales hard in her ear.

Levi nibbles at her earlobe. Pushing his fingers deeper and groaning along with her, telling her, as if drunk, “Now, tell me this,” he starts, voice dropping a whole octave. His rhythm is merciless and rough, and his free hand roams over her body, from her hip to the ridge of her ribs, her breast, her throat. “Do you want to come, Mikasa?”

Her breathing undulates. Her hips begin to rock hurriedly, desperately reaching for that high. Her cunt pulsing and clenches against his fingertips and dripping wet, slicking up his palm. Mikasa lets out a needy moan as an answer. A small laugh escapes him, smug and low.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he says, a dark insistent mumble. The wet smear of his mouth as he presses his cheek against her, and she gasps. “Say it,” he continues. "Say it, or we're done here." To prove his point, Levi’s fingers slow down, torturous enough that Mikasa whines at the loss of the sensation.

Mikasa snarls and tries to twist her hips, but he only holds her down. Stilling her movement. Finally, she relents: "Yes! Please, Levi, please, please, please let me come.”

Levi inhales quickly. And he gives her what she wants. What he also wants. He crooks his fingers inside her, reaching that spot that makes her legs quiver and sucks down air as he repeats the motion. Any sounds she’s making turn into winded, breathless cries as he feels her orgasm wracks her higher and higher until her body spasms and she is left panting violently in his arms.

He doesn’t fully expect it when he pulls away from her. Mikasa uses whatever strength she has and turns around to face him. She pushes him back towards the direction of his bed, her breathing over loud and labored, her gait unsteady but when his eyes find hers, the desire and determination behind them are simply unmistakable.

The raw animal ferocity that flashes over her face. The way she shoves him sitting down to the mattress with a strength that makes her an Ackerman, is a huge turn on and alarmingly staggering. Mikasa barely gives him time to catch his breath when she straddles Levi, grabs a fistful of his locks and kisses him quite, categorically insane.

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“Brat, what the hell are you doing?”

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor when he arrived. Exactly a day before she would be getting on her knees on the same dirty ground, submissive and begging and his cigarette wrapped around her glistening mouth.

In her hand was a hammer, and the other a sugar cube she’d produced from a small jar he assumed she must have had ‘borrowed’ from the kitchen.

Mikasa carefully placed the cube on the dingy breadboard.

“Breaking sugar,” she said, then he heard a soft, sudden impact, and saw some sugar dust coating the floor, her hair, clothes and her face.

“What?”

“Breaking sugar,” Mikasa repeated, only half-heartedly. Not when she was reaching out for another cube from the jar. “I heard from Armin they could emit flashes of light if you crush them.”

Levi studied her intently, as if she were a well-phrased headline or a foreign stamp.

Mikasa, he deemed, in his quiet and dignified way, was a walking contradiction. She’s brash and lethal, yet delicate and tender, which jarred Levi in a way that he would never admit aloud. That every time he thought he had her all figured out, he found her already walking two steps ahead of him and she was looking at him over her shoulder, smirking smugly like she’d tied his shoelaces the wrong way and the ground was slicked with rain and he was falling behind with this acute fairy-tale sense of doom whenever you know you probably wouldn’t make it to the finish line.

Maybe that explained why Levi didn’t expect this little display of antics from hers.

“I presume Arlert didn’t mention the part where you’d have to be in the dark to see it?”

She paused mid-swing. “Oh,” she said, suddenly growing sheepish. “He didn’t.” Mikasa stared at him, keeping her focus on his eyes, imagining his likely response. “And you know this, how?”

Levi rolled up his shirtsleeves on his arms and wandered over to her. He flopped down across from her on the ground.

He took a sugar cube and held it between his thumb and forefinger.

“When you’re stuck with the only resident mad scientist in the corps, you begin to pick up a certain knowledge from them, I suppose,” Levi mused cooly, staring at the cube, almost fractured in his touch, the fragments that had begun to dust his fingers, wondering to himself why did he bother to get himself all messy like this.

“I’ve liked always doing this, ever since I’ve learned what they’re capable of,” he continued. “I would look at people stirring their tea and think I knew a secret– that sugar was more than sweet.”

Mikasa told him, “According to Armin, it’s not the sugar, it’s the crystal. The structure, you know. If you crush a crystal, you get a light.”

Levi nodded. “The phenomenon is called triboluminescence. In this case, when you crush the sugar, some of the energy you use to push down on the sugar causes the positive and negative charges in the sugar molecules to separate. The opposite charges rush back together again- because they attract each other- and the energy released is converted into visible light.”

His eyes riveted back on Mikasa, face perfectly composed as ever. For a moment, she blinked, then something flitted in her gaze, but before he could place it, it was gone.

“I really didn’t know that,” she admitted, then shook her head, smiling faintly. “But then again, I didn’t bother to pay any attention to other subjects back then except on how to kill titans.”

“Tch. There’s more to this life than just fighting down those freakish giants, you know?”

“I know, it’s just…” she sighed. “You know how it is, we are the strongest of them. I feel like I can’t lose sight of what's important if we’re to protect them.”

“That is true, but while we may be servants of humanity, we’re also human,” he said quietly. “Life doesn’t revolve around the war, Mikasa. A world awaits, and if you want, at least a portion of it could be yours for the taking. You just need to have the strength to hold onto both sides. It’s not going to be easy— heck, nothing is, but life is so much more meaningful when it’s not one dimensional.”

There were those bottomless, doe-like eyes, that narrow-eyed study she did, looking at him. And Levi felt pinned, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He was being observed, processed and assessed, although he could give a rat’s ass about what other people thought of him, he was desperate to know Mikasa’s two cents.

He cursed inwardly. Shit, he was getting uncharacteristically uncoordinated over a belligerent soldier with a savior complex.

“Oi, what are you staring at me for?”

“Nothing.” She was quiet for a moment, as though unsure of what to say. “I guess if I’d known just how clever you were, I would have tried being nicer to you.”

Levi snorted, relief disguising as apathy, and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be a brat,” he said, a faint hint of amusement crossed his face. She mirrored his expression, mouth quirked up and eyes glinting like melted iron under the afternoon lights, then licked her lip. There was no intention to seduce, to dazzle- there was nothing because her eyes translated nothing of the sort, yet Levi’s stomach dropped nonetheless. His smile faltered, eyes falling to her lips for a breathless second and he knew he was trapped.

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The rest of their clothes come off quickly. Mikasa’s fingers curl into the front of his shirt and quite literally tear off the material like paper. He hears some of the buttons clanging on the floor.

“You’re sewing all that back tomorrow, brat.” Levi feels her breath against his mouth as she giggles.

“Whatever you say, grumpy.”

Her mouth then moves down to his jaw. His neck. His collarbone. And Levi is rendered weak. He glides his hands over her thighs, bunching up her nightgown. Mikasa, understanding his intent, leans back and pulls it over her head with intentional slowness. The sight is insanely erotic. She drops the garment on the floor, and he shrugs his own shirt off. He’s only just tossed it across the room before she pushes him flat onto his back.

Levi, primed supine on the bed, gazes up at her. His eyes track up her body as she hovers over him; her eyes spangled with lust, her neck flushed pink, hair messy and fuck. He imagines he’s looking much worse for the wear, absolutely ravaged by desire, but he could care less. Because she is leaning down on him and goes for it– she licks along his top lip and nips. He makes a sharp, eager sound, and sucks on her tongue in return before devouring. He kisses her greedily, very much uncoordinatedly.

He angles his hips between her thighs and grinds his cock against her clothed, sensitized cunt; still slick from post orgasm.

Mikasa gasps at the contact. Her body jerks slightly. Levi clasps her waist, holding her against him and sets a rhythm, deep and steady. His attention is rapt in the low light as he thrusts upwards in time with her movements. She sits up. She plants her hands on his pecs, pushes down and rolls her hips faster against his cock, rapid, rough and does it again. He snarls under her, muttering strings of expletives and her name.

“L-levi,” she cries out in return, a husky edge to her voice that has him smirking. “Please.”

Levi waits until Mikasa throws her head back before he swiftly scrambles up, grabs her. Guides her to the other side of the bed, knocks her onto her back. When he positions himself atop her, her eyes have considerably widened.

“No, I get to be on top this time,” he mutters against the side of her face, that teasing lilt is back in his voice.

Mikasa closes her eyes and mumbles his name again, thick and slow, which he surmises is her conceding with him. He grins. Dragging his attention downward, he runs his mouth over her clavicle, a mixture of tongue, teeth and lip as he explores the expanse of her chest.

She makes one of those pleasurably appreciative faces when Levi kisses the outer side of her breast, inward; draws one pink, pert nipple into his mouth and sucks and bites.

“Do that again,” she says.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please.”

And Levi obeys. He licks his smile against the same sensitive, spit-slicked bud, biting down harder, drawing a strangled gasp from her.

“Too hard?”

“No, I like it,” Mikasa manages to say and holds onto his shoulder and drags her nails up to the undercut part of his head. “I like it a lot.”

A breath of a chuckle before Levi speaks, low and a playful rumble: “What else do you want me to do?” He asks, his mouth already hovering over her other breast, hands skimming down her sides. She arches into him. “Tell me.”

He lavishes on the other nipple, mouth obsessive. Another gasp. Her nose nudges against his hair. Levi pulls back and moves up again, his breath hot against her throat, back up to her mouth.

“I can fuck you with my fingers again.” And aforementioned hand worms its way back down her body, her skin overly hot against his. His hand suddenly stops, refuses to move beyond her hip bone, his fingernails prick lightly at the flesh there and she shivers. “Or I can use my mouth and eat you out until you won’t stop shaking,” Levi promises, more a growl than a murmur, against her parted lips. He thinks he might like playing the role of a torturer more than he would ever admit. “Or I can do both. All you have to do is tell me.”

“No, I want… I want,” Mikasa can barely get the words out. “Your cock. Please. I want your cock inside me.”

Levi makes a low noise deep in his throat. He can’t resist her even if he tries. She’s like a celestial body with her own gravity well, trapping him in her orbit.

Without wasting another moment, his hands move to her underwear and he peels them off. He moves out of the bed to kick off his unmade pants. He’s nearly breathing as hard as she is, his blood racing, boiling and frenetic as he shuffles his way back on top of her again.

He threads his fingers through her hair and kisses her, then reaches down, aligns his cock between her opening, and slides his dripping erection up and down. Goosebumps take over her body as he feels her breath leave her in shuddering gasps.

Levi pulls back, and can feel his spit still connecting his lips to her.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, sex-fogged and fucking thrilled, his composure threatening to break.

“Yes! Just like this, please.”

That does it for him. Levi slowly pushes himself inside her and fucking fuck, sweet mother of fucking Titans it’s so good, like really fucking good. If paradise does exist in this fucked up corner of the world, then it has to be this soft pink matter between Mikasa Ackerman’s thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is what he chants when he brings his cock deeper. He peers down to watch the inches disappear inside her, the very pornographic image nearly wrecks him completely. It’s all sensory overload. “Shit, Mikasa. Do you have any idea how good you fucking feel?”

“You feel— you… Good– oh my god,” Mikasa stammers, before melting into a soft moan and throwing her head back against the pillows.

That earns her a chuckle from him, then he withdraws slowly before thrusting back. His hair has fallen over his eyes. His face is pressed to hers, his nose against her cheekbone, exhaling noisily.

Her arms loop at the back of his sweat-coated neck as he snaps his hip forward. Shoving his dick back into her with violent impatience. She immediately tightens, all of her clenching and squeezing, spasming hot and wet. Levi hisses. She spreads her legs wider, face contorting in pleasure. An unbidden, out-of-control realization shoots through him that only increases how awful, how good, how fucking perfect what her body does to him feels.

“Please,” she pants between the steady thrust of his hips.

“Please what?”

“Harder. Please, fuck me harder!”

Levi happily obliges by slinging her legs higher over his waist and slams back into her. He deepens his strokes, fucking her at an impossible, hard pace, his cock nearly slips out of her completely with the motion. He’s ruthless with her, almost brutal, giving exactly what she’s requested and fuck, the sound of her cunt squelching around his cock, wetter than when he worked on her with his fingers, will undo him.

“F-fuck, that’s good,” Levi stammers, mind truly lost. He tries to breathe but it feels caught in his chest.

Mikasa squeals with overwhelming desire and angles her hips up towards him. Her blunt fingernails bite into his biceps. He hisses in pain and moves to pin her hands above her head, tight enough she can’t wriggle free from his grasp.

But Mikasa isn’t Mikasa if she doesn’t go down without a fight. She raises her head, as if to kiss him, instead she nips at his chin. Levi grunts in surprise. The minx has the audacity to smirk at that. In return, a hand slides down from her wrist to grab her tight by her jaw. Tilts her face to the side just as rough. His mouth on her jawline is less a kiss and more of a bite. She groans shamelessly at that.

“You really do like it rough, huh?”

“Yeah,” she says followed by a gasp-chuckle-moan noise. “Yeah, I do.”

The echoes of slapping skin and her slurry of high-pitched moans ricochet all across the room. He stares at her, intently, and he can see it there, in her eyes, the depths of her own desire reflecting back into his and it makes his dick twitch inside her, feeling like his whole body tangles in vines. His rhythm grows messier, more uneven as his own climax races up a steep crescendo. He feels her constrict harder around him and a near-feral growl sounds in his throat. He knows he’s not going to last much longer.

Levi presses and rubs his thumb to her clit, his other hand remains caging her wrists. Mikasa practically sobs and writhes under his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me,” he says and she does again. She’s all flushed, her pupils blown to hell, making a wet sound that is half a swallow and half a mewl. Hyperaware that is his body making her make all of these carnal reactions and he still doesn’t know what to do with that. “What do you want?”

“I want… I’m gonna– ah,” she scrapes out, loud and bitten off. He feels her wrists move, trying to escape his grip. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” Levi only holds her tighter. “So, what do you want? Tell me.”

Mikasa heaves out his name, although it comes out more as four unintelligible letters. An evil, satisfying lurch in his stomach as Levi watches her toss her head side to side, her breath coming out high and quick yet the words he’s desperate to hear don’t leave her mouth.

“You know what I want.”

“Do I, now?” Levi mumbles against her, only to slow down for a few teasing thrusts and draws his thumb away.

“You’re evil,” she chides.

“I am,” he agrees, but only because he's denying her what she wants. Nothing more. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear it.” He emphasizes by running his teeth over her nipple. “Let me hear you beg for me.”

Mikasa inhales quickly.

“Please Levi, I want to come!” She finally whines, her voice impatient and near baleful, but also pleading. Begging him. “Let me come, please.”

That’s it. That’s what he likes to hear, her ceding complete control to him. Letting him fine tune her body until she is rendered hopelessly supple and boneless under him.

Levi brushes his lips over her jowl and up to her ear and doubles his efforts on her clit.

“Then be a good girl and come for me, Mikasa,” Levi breathes– no, commands really.

He wrenches a noise out of her, her eyes widen in an approximation of a shock as the command registers.

“S-shit, Levi!” she cries out against his shoulder. “Oh, god. Levi, Levi, Levi, Levi—!” Tremors seize her frame and then she comes apart underneath him, arching her back and digs her heels into his back, it almost hurts to breathe.

Her body won’t stop shaking under him while her orgasm tips him over the edge. Levi finally surrenders to the white-hot pleasure that has been building at the base of his spine and quickly pulls out.

He brings down both their hands, grabs hers, places it around his cock and guides it frantically up and down. He groans, and he thinks he is saying her name, but he can’t be sure, he’s lost now as he comes so hard onto her stomach he practically forgets his own name, but hers is gonna be branded in his head for a very long time.

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It's worse that Hange had already warned him about this.

“I’ve just been with Erwin. You know what he told me?”

They had apprehended him as Levi stepped out into the main hall. He had just about to turn around the corner when he caught the greasy ends of their ponytail and their inside-out, coffee and god-knows-what stained white shirt and frowned.

Now, Levi slumped back into the chair. They were back in his office, drinking tea and lounging.

“I can’t even hazard a guess. He’s issuing a mandatory bath routine for a certain section commander, maybe?”

Hange, naturally, being the only individual who could take in Levi’s sharp-edge derision like a wooden blade to the chest, simply chortled. “Ah Levi, you’re so funny. At least once the war is over you could try comedy as an alternative lucrative career path if all else fails.”

Levi snorted. “In your dreams, four-eyes. Now what did Erwin tell you?”

“He informed me about your… mission.” And Levi’s blood turned cold. He didn’t know how to react to that. He didn’t think Erwin would divulge the mission to anyone. “Is that why you left the mess hall earlier last night?”

He pressed his mouth firm, but not enough to be considered a scowl. He lifted his tea to his mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, you do. Unless you have amnesia from rearranging Mikasa’s guts last night–” Levi choked on his tea and coughed. “Then you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Fuck you,” he croaked. Coughed again, dangerously close to wheezing. Tea trailed down his chin, neck. His shirt was ruined. He grimaced in disgust at himself. “Fuck you,” he tried again, voice still strained. “Fuck you. Has anyone ever told you that you’re batshit crazy?”

“Nope, just you.”

Levi set his glass down and then pinched the bridge of his nose and winced. He decided he must have done something immorally sick in the previous life to have met Hange Zoe in this one.

“So, you have no problem with that?”

Levi lifted his head at that. “With what?”

“With the mission?” they elaborated, the smile had slipped off of their face. “Manipulating her into staying like this?”

His shoulder twitched. He wanted to run away from this conversation. He didn’t trust it. “You know I’m only doing what’s best for the corps.”

“Are you?” The maniac certainly knew how to hit him with hard-hitting questions when they wanted to.

“I am,” he replied and met their eyes, undaunted. Like his morals depended on it. “I am. And as much as I appreciate you playing the mother hen, it’s unneeded.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.”

Hange took one last biting sip of their tea and rose to their feet. They made a beeline over to the door. Their face tight and curled with disappointment. Levi remained sitting, suffering in silence. He didn’t know why that left a sour taste in his mouth, but it did.

“You’re treading on a dangerous line here, Levi,” Hange told him when they were at the door. They glanced back at him over their shoulder. Genuine concern etched on their features. Something the Captain had never witnessed before. “Be careful.”

He wasn’t looking at them anymore, but rather at that one point only he could see, eyes unseeing. “Yeah, thanks for pointing out the obvious, fucker,” Levi said, but not without a resigned smile and a great deal of kindness.

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The next day, he finds Mikasa sewing the buttons back onto his shirt in the greenhouse. Fair’s fair, she did ruin it.

Levi enters and collapses onto the chair next to her.

“I think you missed a button there, brat.”

“Shut up, shorty,” Mikasa says, but there’s no trace of her usual bite. He laughs around the cigarette in his mouth, welcoming the mockery. She thinks she can get drunk to the sound. “You smell nice.”

“Thanks. It’s the new powder detergent I bought last week.”

“I really like it.”

“Feel free to borrow it the next time you do your laundry.”

An idea suddenly latches onto her head. She smiles. Her hands stop sewing. She deposits his unfinished shirt on the table, earning her a questioning look from the older man.

She inches closer to him. She places a lingering touch on his thigh.

“What if I make you do my laundry instead?” Mikasa whispers in his ear, in full possession of her power, a beautiful, coquettish dangerous thing.

And Levi, now more or less used to being on the receiving end of this side of her, smirks, leans in, voice low, as he whispers back: “And how are you going to do that? Are you going to get down on your knees and beg for me again?”

“There are more ways than begging to make you bend to my will, Levi.”

Levi hums. “Maybe. But you’ll be doing it, anyway.”

“Is that a threat, Captain?” she asks breathily.

“No,” Levi rumbles, places his hand at the base of her neck and lifts his cigarette to her face. Her mouth, as if against her will, parts open. “It’s a promise.”

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Usually, they play a few rounds of chess after they come down from their high.

Just him and her, in his bed with a board between them. Both are still coated in each other’s scent.

Mikasa seems to constantly lose to him, somehow. Levi thinks it’s ironic considering he’s the one who tends to get distracted by the livid bite marks littering her body, courtesy of him; by her lips, the first disaster. He keeps thinking of everything he wants to do to her the next time he has her again. It’s easier than thinking about anything else. He thinks about eating her out again, fucking her over the desk in his office. Maybe he can gag her so she’ll keep quiet. Maybe he’ll take her in her quarters, on her stomach, while her comrades are sleeping in the next room.

Mikasa huffs gladly as he captures her rook. He lifts an eyebrow at that.

“Brat, are you losing on purpose?” Levi asks, pushing the black king.

“No, I’m just not putting in as much effort as I’d like to,” Mikasa says and withdrawing the white queen in return.

“Don’t tell me the sex is slowing you down.”

She smiles gently. “That, and I’ve come to realize I don’t mind losing if it’s to you.”

“Really? Since when?” Levi hears himself ask. The anticipatory anxiety sets in as he waits for her answer.

She pauses, as if measuring her words carefully; reconsidering her next move on the board. Then: “Since I found out standing in front of you is like looking in the mirror,” she admits quietly.

Her voice stops him, holds him absolutely still, until he can execute a move to look back at her. His heart feels like it is being cleaved open. He holds onto his king. He’s losing sight of the game, of himself.

“I didn’t think it could be like this,” Mikasa speaks again, hands knotting on her shirt– his shirt– with the mildest of bashfulness.

Levi exhales shakily. “What do you mean?”

“I had never felt it before.”

He feels the back of Mikasa’s fingers caressing his cheek, and the intimacy of this feeling smothers him.

She’s blinking away the wetness on her eyelashes as she smiles at him and something ungovernable brews in him. Enough to break the spell. To make this wrong. Real.

So, it goes like this then: if he can shut the door, he can run away. It should be easy. He can escape this.

But it’s the leaving that’s hard.

Levi heaves a sigh. His own fingers glide under her chin. His thumb strokes the soft flesh there. Everything about her makes him want to do something unforgivably stupid.

“I hadn’t either,” he tells her this anyway. He doesn’t hesitate. Something like defeat filtering into his voice. He can’t help himself, not when she, too, is the very still image he sees in his mirror.

It’s Levi who closes the space between them. Again, he really can’t help himself. Helping her lie against the sheets. The game forgotten.

Checkmate.

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“I want you to tend to the gir-”

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Smooth over rough A silent shadow weaves through the rocky maze of dead leaves and dust Light glints off black scales Tongue. Complete silence Shadow shifts as body rears Swifter than sight, strike! Black scales slither onward Treasure is clutched in greedy fangs Snake returning home

grim (youth story d0 - this is hella non-canon)

Nyks was stuck to the ceiling with a face of grim determination.

Daniel gazed up at him adoringly, which was honestly how he always looked at Nyks, even when the latter was leeching off his body heat and had an arm down one of his coat sleeves. “Are you afraid to get down?”

“It’s not that.” Nyks bit his lip, his skin blinking red for a second, and see-through, so that it looked like a Nyks-shaped part of the ceiling was red.

Mark had given up on craning his neck backward and was just crouching beside Daniel’s ankles, drawing in the dust of the stockroom floor. “How did he even get up there?” His voice was louder in the empty space.

“I climbed up the wall, obviously.” Nyks’ voice sounded a little closer to an echo this time. His hands appeared to be part of ceiling rather than resting on them.

“Honey, if you’re not stuck, what are you doing?” Daniel was very patient and he absolutely would wait until Nyks felt like giving a proper explanation, but there was no guarantee that Mark wouldn’t just abandon both of them the minute he knew he wasn’t needed.

scowl (youth story d0)

“You won’t pet my head?” Nyks pouted, which frankly was unfair.

“I’ll pet your head,” R mumbled, shaking his own tiredly. “You’re the worst.”

“No, that’s me.”

Daniel didn’t even correct Mark this time, too elated that he was joking with his friends, especially Nyks. Mark noticed and immediately scowled.

warm (you, of dusk, and I, of dust, 2020)

so it happened, and yet, I think the air is warm where my face can’t feel it. perhaps I’m smiling. or I might be on the table with my limbs all askew. I’d like to ask you. but a dead cricket cannot tell me if in this old air I am no longer breathing.

eager (youth story d0)

Savannah huffed and turned to the side, fiddling with her backpack. “I am not mooning over anyone. I am a concerned friend.”

“You’re certainly a nosy friend,” R said mildly, too eager to continue this track of conversation even though he definitely knew he would only lead to an angry Savannah. “Since you can just read his feelings, why don’t you do that?”

“Clearly, that would be impolite.” She blew her pink bangs out of her face.

ennui why

exotic

eternally i mean i only have two scriv docs open but oh well

electric (lights, 2013) also I started singing the schoolhouse rock song for electricity

First, fingertips. His were callused, and I knew every print and groove while I traced my own down to rest gently between his. Palms met.

And then, light. Not like sunlight. Not like starlight. Not false light from electricity. Pure, untainted light, pouring out from my soul, racing down my arm and overflowing onto our clasped hands. His eyes left mine to gaze on this marvel - our hands glowing with warm, colorful light, pulsing softly with our matching heartbeats. I watched his mouth smile, and the light reflect in his eyes, and his hand hold mine.

And release it. Slowly, hesitantly, he pulled his hand away, fingers untangling from my own. My heart beat slowed; his sped up. We were not one anymore. The light flickered, failed and faded, receding back into my soul. I dared to lift my eyes to his face which focused in his knees. Then he was rising, gangly legs trembling ever so slightly as he stood. He licked his lips - no words. I opened my mouth - no words. He turned away.

bent, brave, bored, back. BONUS: body, bludgeon. @writing-moth @the-orangeauthor @oh-no-another-idea @faelanvance @dogmomwrites OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag

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thank-god-and-you · 7 months

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I was tagged by @markcampbells--thank you! <3

Last song: It Is What It Is by Lifehouse.

Favourite colour: Green!

Currently watching: Oh, I've got absolutely too many shows on the go, it's no wonder it takes me forever to get through anything. Some of these I've been catching up with for literal years because I watch like one episode a month or something, LOL. Various YouTube game playthroughs, Call the Midwife, The Crown, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous, Orange is the New Black, Easy, Sanditon, Benidorm, The Office US, 30 Rock, Keeping up Appearances, a few reality shows, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Pokémon, The Bear, Riches.

Last movie: Aladdin: The Return of Jafar. Working my way through Disney movies that I haven't seen before and that was one of them.

Currently reading: The book that I pick up once a week and read a few pages of in between writing: The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman, which I am enjoying. The book I've been reading every night before bed: The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave, which I knew within a few pages I would not enjoy, and wouldn't have picked myself (Mum panicked and picked it as part of a buy-one-get-one-half-price deal alongside another book which I haven't opened yet), but once I'd started I couldn't not finish. I'll be finishing it off tonight, which I'm glad about. I'll be starting The Centre by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqui tomorrow (audiobook version because I am a simple bi woman who just wants to listen to Balvinder Sopal's voice for eight-and-a-half hours).

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet, though I am highly constrained by my ARFID.

Relationship status: Likely gonna be single forever. I have severe anxieties about dating because of body image/ARFID, so yeah. Most of the time I'm fine with that. Other times I feel like I'm in a glass box watching life pass me by.

Current obsession: If you'd told me five years ago that I'd be leaving my twenties completely and utterly obsessed with a soap couple, I would have laughed in your face. But the power of lesbians, I guess! My life basically revolves around Suki Panesar/Eve Unwin at the moment.

Last thing I Googled: The location of a sex shop in Leeds. It was for fic purposes, LOL.

Currently working on: Literally so many fics! (Mix of actual titles and doc placeholder names below.)

Anna/Bates: A Sky Full of Stars, blindfold, come here, Feb 21 Prompt, Friday Afternoon, Key Details, Let's Get Quizical, Made of Starlight, Say My Name, Secretum Lingua Caritate, Sehnsucht, The Moral of the Story, Throw Away the Key, web cam

Suki/Eve: leedsgate, A Stained Glass Variation of the Truth, pride, revenge, phone, picture, prompts, boxing, Our Once Barren World Now Brims with Life, Our Legacies Hide in the Embers, And Beauty There Echoes the Speck of Our Souls

Dany/Jorah: Vivat Crescat Floreat, Aut Vincere Aut Mori, warm soup

Anne/Ann: pony, eager, confrontation, Takes Courage and Madness to Live As We Do

Bob/Helen: superheroes, did you sleep with her

Felix/Calhoun: fear is a four letter word, bed sharing

#personal #ask memes #thanks for the tag! <3

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lokrow · 2 years

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Hades Tigers: SC 0 - Finale

Part 1

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Full Fic

Global fic content tags: Injuries, violence, necromancy, mild gore, blood, character death, reflections on life, im-/mortality and love, mentions of alcohol, smoking and corpses.

[Note: I forgot that I wrote The Hellmouth instead of Moab in earlier parts so this has been changed in the full fic doc link but Icba to edit the earlier posts on tumblr, just understand it's Moab.]

Day 3: Sundown

CW: Death, Graphic Violence, suicidal ideation mention.

“Doom Ellis.” a voice rasped, echoing in Doom’s hazy head. The magical wave had knocked her loopy, leaving her to hear echoes and see motion trails behind her own movements for a bit. “The Family needs you back, Doom.” Doom looked up, Julia was standing between her and the sorcerer. “They don’t need me....” Doom’s groggy voice barely sounded the words. “They need my body and what I can power, they need it for the-” A bolt hit Julia in the chest, knocking her into Doom and interrupting her. “Julia, we can't take this fight right now. We have to run.” Doom whispered, a faint twinkle healing Julia for what damage she could heal in this short a time.

“Maybe you can’t, I feel fine.” Julia croaked, most definitely not fine. But she was right, Doom couldn’t take this fight, every ambush took resolve and energy away from her that she needed if she were gonna counter sorcerers for whom tiredness was a figment of someone else’s imagination.

It had been a few weeks since the incident at the fight pit, a few weeks of being on the run every waking minute, of looking over their shoulders, of not enjoying a single pause without feeling like they could be spending their time to more productive ends. It had been a few weeks and yet it had felt like months and Doom started to doubt if her life would be anything else from then on.

Most of the regular crowd of that night wouldn’t notice their absence. Those who did would simply figure Julia’s fighting days would be over after dying in the pit. A smaller section still of the people who were there when Doom brought Julia back knew exactly where they’d been all this time. Because they’d been the ones hunting them down.

Shortly after stepping out, they'd been ambushed by sorcerers in shrouds of rich blue with fine golden gilding. The Family wanted Doom. The order she fled what felt like centuries ago by coming to Hades was hunting her down. The incident at the fight pit had made her unmistakable.

The sorcerers who ambushed them at every turn every waking minute were no true existences, only mere puppets who could be replicated ad infinitam. Their real bodies were held in preserve to serve their eldritch masters for eternity. The Family had petitioned beings beyond this plane for power unknowable and forbidden knowledge and obtained those in exchange for an eternal debt to those very beings. Doom had spat as she’d explained this to Julia after the first ambush, the Family had earned it. All of it.

She’d remembered waking, tied by immaterial bindings to the centre of a circle surrounded by darkness when she felt an overwhelming presence swimming around her. A single eye that could blot out the sun looking down at her from within the abyss that filled her mind. They had needed a vessel to channel stolen power into this new domain. Her body was such a vessel.

A Hall, they had called it. A cursed existence even to the worst of necromancers, one she glimpsed and what she’d seen beyond these iron gates had been enough to swear off further necromantic research as part of her Family. If she survived.

It had burnt her soul and body out to survive the ritual. Her waking led it off course and, by the time the Family lost control over the boundary between realities they had carelessly ripped open, they were too busy with damage control to notice her escape. Until now apparently.

The Family wanted her back. Her Family. And Doom wanted nothing to do with it. And Julia had held her hand, cradled her head into her chest and vowed to run with her for as long as her legs would carry her. Julia had died every time she stood to protect Doom since that first ambush outside the fight pit. Yet that hadn't stopped her from doing it over and over and then over again.

She’d had her blood drained through her pores, was swept aside by torrents and had been trapped in a repeating loop of time until her screams echoed well after her body dropped and dropped and dropped and dropped. But the worst was always the lightning for what it showed her as the electricity fried her brain.

And as the wizard stepped forward, his hands glowing with the eldritch electricity which had dealt her many deaths over. Her body could not move, her muscles sore and bones aching, backed up against the Styx’s angry flow. And still she dug her hands into the dry dirt of the bank and stared back, "Over my dead body.". And so it would be.

Doom had brought her back every time, if only just, Julia always stalling while she summoned revenant after revenant to act as cover and buy them time to make an escape to the next ambush. Julia had been living life on the edge well before spending days dying and reviving over and over and her body felt the consequences. It was more brittle, she tired faster, died quicker, every waking second was full of pain dulled only by Doom's touch.

She watched, body too hurt to defend herself, as the sorcerer's hand touched her head. She felt the lightning course through her nerves but that wasn't the worst of it. She saw herself in rich blue wizard robes, holding Doom's head in her hands, coursing with the same lightning, skin marbled with gold. She experienced a thousand more realities in the span of a second until all that remained was that same strident ringing tone and she dropped. Dead, once again.

“Why?” Doom heard herself say. She didn’t understand the question herself. She just looked at her wife's body, face down in the dry dirt of the Styx' bank. “The Family needs you, Doom Ellis.” The wizard spoke, stepping in close. She could see under the hood now with how close he was, his skin coursed with golden veins. Eyes flat and dull. There was only an illusion of life holding the shrouds up. A cracked shell of flesh hiding the dull gold of barely-there eyes. And in those eyes lied her future, rejoined within a Family she’d been bold to believe she could escape. Alone among strangers, bound by unfair pact to the service of dark entities. Her life reduced to being a simple cog in someone else's machine for the remainder of an eternity. But at least Julia would stay, finally at rest face down in the dirt of Hades instead of the coffin they'd share. "The Family needs you. For the Hall-" the sorcerer's voice rasped before one of many fists collided with its face. The flesh cracked, exposing the golden machinery before subsequent hits bent and snapped it.

Orlando stood up after pounding the sorcerer's head into the dirt besides Julia's body. "How long has this been going on." Ostensibly a question but his tone felt more concerned, he'd felt the puppetry tear under his punches and it revulsed him. He'd seen the fatigue of many a sleepless night on Doom's face and the multitude of scars on Julia's prone body and it had scared him. He could figure out this was more than a simple robbing under the darkness offered by the sunless sky this far from the Phlegethon.

"There will be mo-"

"There are more coming." Doom's tired voice was replaced by Metric's harried one as the diminutive fighter turned bodyguard to an immortal rushed from a vantage point on one of the adjacent building’s curved roofs.

"A few weeks. Since the incident at the fight pit." She answered, kneeling by Julia's body, she turned her onto her back, brushing the dirt off the creases of her skin and out of her lips.

For the second time, Orlando and Metric saw Julia be held up by Doom, this time against a tree growing large and lonesome, with antler-like branches which shivered from unseen winds. The roots Julia’s body was nestled into shifted ever so slightly like a slumbering animal disturbed in its sleep. The raven sat on one of the branches crowed lowly as even it seemed to take attention to the presences gathering below it.

When Julia returned to the living once more, Orlando’s and Metric’s attentions were split between the smoke swirls coming out of Doom’s eyes and being on the lookout for any shrouded silhouettes coming their way. Doom’s was on Julia’s lips as they changed from the pale grey of death to the flushed pink of life. Julia’s was on Doom’s eyes as she opened her own, flashing blue like the magic in her wife’s eyes before returning to the dull black Doom knew and loved. The bags under Doom’s eyes were sunken, the brow above them layered with sweat from the effort.

It was getting harder and harder to bring her back. Every death sent Julia deeper towards the large iron gates she could now see every time in the deep abyss of death. And she knew without knowing that the death which would send her beyond those gates would be the one she would not be able to be returned from. She stayed silent about it however, kissing her wife with the same energy as their first kiss in order to prevent those words from coming out. “I would die for you.” she instead whispered as they pulled back. “You have, many times.” Doom laughed quietly, whispering back and laying her forehead against Julia’s.

When the shrouded sorcerers finally did come, it was to be greeted with a trio of fighters standing between them and their target. Orlando had his fists raised, Metric had two kerambits drawn. Julia stood between them, two steps behind, her hand being held back by Doom. “Julia, please.” she attempted. Wanting to take this chance to run, flee, leave Hades without looking back and hope that this time she wouldn’t be found again.

“Just enjoy the show, Chica.” Julia smiled, slipping her hand away with a boisterous shoulder shake before going to stand with Orlando and Metric.

Doom remained on her knees as the fight began, she wasn’t preparing a spell or preparing to run. She wasn’t even really able to process the events. She wouldn’t run without Julia and she wouldn’t fight a losing battle. The images of magic striking flesh, fists striking golden automatons, Orlando’s seeming imperviousness to much of the spells enabling him to take hits that would have killed the other two, all washed over Doom as in this moment she was readying herself for seeing Julia’s dead body one last time.

The fight dragged on further than she expected but she knew in her heart that attrition would win out. The Sorcerers had numbers and the terrain, even Orlando was stepping back due to the onslaught of incoming fire. In the end, Doom would have the choice of rejoining her Family or drag Julia’s body with her into the angrily boiling river behind them and hope that wherever the flow took them, they’d remain together. She had no idea if the Styx had a penchant for tragically romantic gestures, then managed to smile when she remembered the river was one which flowed with hate, not water.

That was when she felt a hand grasp hers. Gently, softly, warmly. She turned to notice a singular ghostly hand extending from the river bed. Whereas the others clung onto the bank as if attempting to extirpate themselves from a fate most feared or towards goals unachieved, this one had reached and held her hand like a mother holds her child’s to reassure them that their nightmares have an end come sunrise.

Slowly, before she realised it, Doom had started to move. Heat rose from the hand in hers, melting away at her apathy. Her once frozen emotions first began to simmer beneath her still surface. She saw visions of this future with her Family, the one she saw every time Julia died, the one she kept running from because she was too scared to believe she could fight. And this time, she felt frustration, anger, hatred bubbling under the surface. The heat inside her kept rising as the hand lead her closer to the river, slowly. The simmer began to boil, her face flushing redder and the thin lines of her face scrunching and folding under the emotional turmoil. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to have to run anymore. She didn’t want to lose Julia again. She didn’t want the Family to have this hold on her. She wanted… She needed help.

As her mind formulated this thought, Doom found herself kneeling on the edge of the river, both arms elbow deep under the roiling surface, face inches away from diving into the boiling river, hands jutting out of the flow to cling to her body as if to attempt to drag her under.

Amelia could hear bubbles. Somewhere in the darkness, something seemed to be boiling. He’d been restless, truly. The abyss of the trench he’d woken up in had first felt comforting with a new body he much preferred and no boat or chains to perpetually flee from.

But now it was only just lonely. And the pressure never left, pressing down on his new body which he could only feel and not see. While the presence swimming around him kept an ever-pressing gaze onto him. Ever since he’d first felt its voice shaking his bones, Amelia had pondered the offer. He wanted to see Rust again. But he wasn’t sure the cost would be worth it. He wanted to sail again. To feel air on his flesh. To breathe, once more. But Amelia’s life had taught him to distrust figures granting conditional freedom. In fact, there were not many whom Amelia did trust. Only a small sea captain with a smile to melt his ice cold heart.

The abyss had been quiet, Amelia did not know if the being of the trench slept but it did get quiet every now and then. Quiet enough for Amelia to hear the bubbling. Amelia tried to move before he realised that it was coming closer, the bubbling sound turned into more defined footsteps, a stampede rushing towards him or a crumbling of stone walls in the far off distance, boundaries being thinned enough to be burst through with enough force.

Then came the warmth, like a current rushing through, it filled whatever space held Amelia. The warmth washed over Amelia, and he could swear it felt as though many hands brushed over his own as the current passed over his form, some clung to him tighter, some pushed him further towards the source. It was at the source that he found a pair of hands, extended out from within the darkness, arms swallowed up by the abyss. As he slid his own into them, feeling as if they were calling to him, visions flashed. Distress, a life of binds and servitude, fear, lost love, overwhelming pressure from a Hall beyond this plane, an abyssal eye snuffing all light from the world, a lover separated by reality itself. And Amelia could not know if this was his life which he saw flash behind his eyes, or the call for help from whosoever had felt enough despair to reach into these depths of their own will. But he felt the heat carry anger, the same he’d harboured for what felt like his entire life, ever-simmering beneath his still surface. One he directed to the people who traded his land and its people, the people who took names and languages away where they walked, the people who traded freedom for subservience. The ones who the Iridescent made a point to disrupt on the wide seas.

As Doom felt the hands within the river grip her own, She gripped them tighter. Behind her she had heard two bodies fall already. Orlando was now taking all of the sorcerers’ fire, somehow only knocked down to one knee as he endured strike after strike. She gripped the hands below the Styx harder, out of fear. In turn, they gripped hers tighter, as if to comfort her. In the instant contact was made, with the vision flashed in her mind, Doom felt she understood this soul she’d never met. Someone who’d died leaving much behind but who in this moment, before even knowing her name, wanted most to help her. “My name is Doom Ellis. Thank you.” she whispered what would be a dangerous mistake in any other necromantic ritual she’d been taught into the roiling surface of the river as she stood up slowly, pulling him out of the flow onto the bank.

As Amelia’s form rose out of the foaming stream, his detached hands leading first, connected by thin spectral thread to his seemingly disembodied torso. Veils fell onto him from an intricate headdress, his face hidden beneath multiple layers of falling silk, a flat chest bared and with scattered scars as the skin kept a slight bluish hue even as blood coursed back beneath the flesh, turning it from ghostly pale to deeper and richer amber brown to match Doom’s own. Doom noticed, standing this close, an aura which held the body aloft. Like silks flying in a gust of wind or spectral blue flames catching the light. She felt without seeing the eyes behind the veils settle down onto hers, the hands had not left hers as Amelia let out a single hum which seemed to begin in his throat before sinking into his chest, resonating cavernously like the echo of a distant roar.

Then the inferno began. Doom first felt the wind blow past her, carrying heat as the aura around Amelia lashed like tendrils, cleaving through dead air and bodies of artifice.. Amelia’s hands left hers and the heat rose faster, a blazing wave of bottled wrath bursting out, hers and his combined into magical fire burning bright and blue and swallowing automaton after automaton in its rampage. Strong winds blew upwards, drawn into by and feeding into the inferno which grew with a speed which made escaping the advancing heat impossible. Those who didn’t melt on the spot were whirled into the air by fire devils, making the bodies fall back into the Styx or the roaring flames of a spectre’s rage. In a breath, the fire died down, Amelia’s aura returned to being almost indiscernible and what little remained of the bodies would be swept away by Hades winds.

Metric opened their eyes after what had felt like an eternity, air forcing its way into their lungs and their eyes scanning around them for something they’d recognise. Returning to life was painful and attempting to move before muscles had received the required oxygen simply yielded a comical flailing as a result. Senses were blasted with information, lights, sights and sounds and scents. Not all of which were real, which is how Metric brushed aside the smell of salt permeating their every breath, nor the uneven beat seeming to pound from the ground below their head. The first real image their brain could process was that of Orlando, crouched next to them, his face over theirs, a look of concern and worry unmistakable on the lines of his face. “Are you ok, Metric?” Metric opened their mouth as if to respond but the sound which came out was like gravel sliding down a rocky cliff.

Turns out, Julia made returning from the dead look easy. Metric wasn’t ok, but it wasn’t the dying that they were upset by. It was the obvious uselessness of their position epitomised during the fight. In the end, if watching Orlando fight itched at Metric’s frustrations, fighting alongside him stabbed deeply into Metric’s insecurities.

Orlando’s eyes darkened as he noticed a change to Metric’s expression, their eyes weren’t visible through the black glass of their goggles but he had raised Metric as if they were his own. They had an understanding nothing would impede, not even a resurrection hangover as Julia had called it, already back on her feet. Metric resented what their arrangement had become. They knew Orlando did not need protection in fights but they had hoped they could have done for him what he did for them in getting them out of the pit. But every time they saw his thousand year old stare, they knew it would fail. And this fight had been no different, Orlando thrived on the razor thin boundary between kill and being killed. Violence vibrated his bones the way nothing else could. And he knew it shouldn’t, he knew and aspired to break the habit. But immortality did not mean vices had any less of a hold on him, if anything his imperviousness to death only made their temptation more appealing. And Metric finally understood they wouldn’t be able to reach Orlando where he needed to be reached, to provide him with purpose as he had them. And so, their arrangement needed renegotiating.

How much of this Orlando understood was unclear. But understand he did, be it by the way Metric’s limp hand clung to his sleeve, the shiver shaking their shoulders, the tremors in their face or the tears which managed to escape the rubber seal of their goggles. “I understand. Let’s talk when we get a moment to ourselves.” Orlando smiled, the same warm smile Metric had seen when Orlando first took them under his wing. His hand came behind Metric’s neck to help them in sitting up and to slide their scrawny shaking form into a many-armed hug as tears wet his shirt. Orlando’s movements were precise, honed by millenia or repeating this exact scene over and over. Immortality had a lot of perks but it never made these not hurt, his heart not ache and his mind not race to find ways to make it so he would never again repeat it. But immortality did not bring clarity, or peace of mind. Oh how he wished it did.

“What happened?” Julia didn’t seem even fazed by her recent death, chest lifting with heavy breaths as her eyes scanned for threats. “Are they gone? Did we win?” Doom interlocked her fingers with her wife’s and brought her hand to her mouth, kissing the back of it and feeling warmth return to Julia’s hand under her lips. “We got help.” Doom’s voice was breathless, exhausted, she raised her free hand to the spectral form standing by the riverside, “This is-”.

“Amelia?” a voice rasped in the near distance, making every living soul bristle in fear before a look confirmed not a shrouded survivor of the carnage but a figure rushing to the site of the fight with a crutch to aid in the endeavour as one of their legs was missing.

Rust had seen the blazing lights and blue smoke upstream. They couldn’t sail the Styx on account of the river not containing any water so they had foregone their driftwood leg for a crutch they barely used and rushed to the scene as fast as they could. By the time they arrived upon it, five people were gathered but only one… stood, if it could be deemed such. The body was only a torso and head with two detached forearms and hands floating besides it, the whole held aloft by a spectral aura which barely caught the light. As their eyes had laid upon him, Rust’s heart had sung a name they thought forgotten. In spite of the changes to his body, to his attire, to his entire being. Rust recognised their lover and soulmate. Yet their voice still rang with incredulity. Rust could scarcely believe that this was where they would come to find Amelia. Not when they turned the surface of the seafloor many times over in desperate searches for his body, not when they’d petitioned the queen of the underworld for his whereabouts, not when they’d watched as Charon ferried souls across the threshold into Hades. But here, levitating above the bank of the Styx like a ghost and yet, as he turned to look at them, they knew Amelia was as alive as a being like that could be.

As their hands rejoined together, years after being torn apart, all Rust could do was shed seawater tears and all Amelia did was hum deep in his throat as he felt his lover’s head rest onto his chest. Rust had changed, less than Amelia had but the veins of pearlescent shimmer marbling their already mottled skin spoke to the time spent apart. Amelia laid a hand on Rust’s chest, feeling no heartbeat yet blood rushed in Rust’s veins, their skin warm with life powered by something other than a heart. Much like Amelia’s current existence. Behind the veils, unseen yet felt by Rust alone, Amelia smiled. They had lost years, maybe decades, perhaps centuries together. And yet now they had found one another, they knew it would be for an eternity.

The ILB tryouts were held over a week in Hades, many would apply facing Hades’ rigorous paperwork process and Persephone’s ruthless physical appraisal. One’s reason for trying out could be manifold. To some it was the next step in a hopeful career, to others an escape from fates most feared, to more it was to follow company they did not want to lose even as they would be drawn apart in the future, fewer still had known ruthless lives and assumed nothing worse could come. Far more were simply naive participants in a much larger machine aiming to strike it big and get out with fame and a name made for the archives.

When the teams for the first few trial seasons -Short Circuits, they were called- were announced, many people received their first lesson about the world of blaseball.

Almond Devi’s tryout changed Hades regulation, as the specced out mech they entered with proved so powerful that a pitch hit by Almond threatened nearby infrastructure, nevermind the opposite stadium walls. Thankfully they only hit a pitch once.

Ginny McNurtney would finish her summer job in Hades, with no more necromancy and boring drunken fights taking place instead. Much to her friend Pyra’s disappointment. She’d return to the hellish sun of Moab and find herself joining a brand new league, a shiny coat of paint luring many people to it.

When the Iridescent sailed towards the first game, it was to play under the sunless sky of Sixth Circle Stadium.

Doom and Julia leaned against a railing, hands in each other’s, listening to a song sung by a tall tigress standing up on the deck.

Juneau busied herself at the rigging, working like many others in the shadows of the active roster. Which suited her just as well.

Shrimp’s exceptional physical predisposition had scored her a place on the active roster for a game she cared not much about improving in, while Rat -despite being the scouted prospect of the two- her poor physical score left her -once again- in Shrimp’s shadow from which she itched to charge out into the lights, sound and action.

Orlando likewise parted ways with Metric, once again leaving the diminutive athlete on the sidelines while he took a place in the spotlight. Though the smile on his face was a honed artifice. He had traded a battlefield for a batting plate and a sword for a bat. And while he held hope this world would be different, in his chest -beneath the millenia old scar- his heart beat with a newfound anxiety that the world of sports would simply prove itself yet another battlefield and thus come to betray the promise he’d made to Metric.

None at the time understood this season to be their last on the field for numerous reasons. For as many reasons as one may join blaseball, there were ten more to want to leave it forever. But only the games revealed those.

Later, much later, Julia would take on a trainer role in the minor leagues of Hades, helping scout prospects including a young prodigy by the name of Mcdaniel.

Orlando would see the end of his contract in Moab, opting to live out mundane life under the sun. Something he might have regretted if he remembered falling when the ground opened up and swallowed the town. But -perhaps fortunately- when Orlando emerged from the Lethe, he had no such memory. Nor did he have any of the one whose hand fished him out of currents. A scrawny looking youth with goggles hiding their eyes with strength that belied their frame. For immortality brought with it many perks but it did not bring clarity to the Lethe’s cloudy waters.

Rust, Amelia, Juneau and Dagmar would remain on the Iridescent, continuing to scout talent outside of Hades. Life, whatever it was to them, would not change much.

Dagmar would cherish Juneau’s presence at sea, exchanging and engaging in story with the youth while at sea and sleeping in Doom and Julia’s bed while docked in Hades.

Juneau would make a point to return to her family regularly, becoming a time displaced constant for many generations.

Shrimp would emerge from the shadows come the end of her fateful season seeing Rat’s face when she closed her eyes, returning to the home they had shared which would now only be hers. She would adjust to life alone even though the nature of their separation made doing so most difficult. She’d remember the last words Rat had whispered before she turned away for the final time, lights in her windows shining brightly, pulled in by what she was seeing that no one else could and charging along with many other players. Shrimp may never get over Rat, nor would she know if she wanted to. As foolish as it may be, she would hold hope to one day see her love return.

Everyone ends up in Hades eventually.

Epilogue: NLB

Persephone sat in her office in Sixth Circle. Through the window, she could see onto the field where the latest tryouts had just concluded. Fearful was busying herself with some stadium imps to clean up the balls off the pitch, as well as the rubble of the wall that had been standing opposite the home plate. The mayflowers at the window were on their way out, signalling it was high time for one of her visits up to the Garden. She looked down at the pile of contracts signed and ready to be filed from the first tryouts a few days ago. Her wife was the one who loved paperwork, Persephone never cared much for it but it was a necessity in this new world. They too were bound by contracts and legal ties and if it hadn’t been for Hades’ talent at negotiation, who knows if the Underworld would have remained or been swept aside into the growing chaos. She considered herself lucky that they could retain as much as they had in the acquisition. Even if it did mean Hades had spent all of his time running the City since it had lost all purpose as an afterlife. Persephone missed the old days but then again, it could have gone worse.

A knock on the door. “Come in.”.

Doom pushed the heavy mahogany door to walk into the office. The furniture was from rich and dense wood which had lasted millenia before her and likely would last millenia more in its current state of care, the handles were simple and utilitarian but made of brass or bronze. The office was quaint in appearance but the appearance hid rich depths. In that sense it was no different than much of the city where one could go to a dive bar with bar stools made from the dead wood of primaeval forests. “Welcome, it’ll just be a minute or six. Have you had time to review the contract we sent?” Persephone’s voice was sharp but not strict, business-like. Doom nodded, pulling a rolled up parchment from the inner pocket of her vest as she took a seat. “Any questions before we sign?” Doom scanned the smile on Persephone’s face. The Lady knew she had questions. Persephone’s presence was unsettling, something which Doom noted had to count for something considering her background. But she wasn’t scary per se, or even cold. Persephone was warm but also a constant reminder that warm could burn if one wasn’t careful.

"Just one, there’s a section on page 15, the No Necromancy in Blaseball clause.” Persephone cocked an eyebrow, indicating for Doom to continue, “I can’t help but feel it’s slightly out of left field coming from Hades.”. Persephone nodded slowly, acknowledging, “So your question is?”.

Doom shrugged, “Why is it there?”.

Persephone let the silence set in before speaking, “My child, what do you know of death?”. Doom was taken aback, “Not sure what you’re asking. Life stops, you die, you’re dead. That’s done. The world moves on. Your body becomes the seedbed for new life and the wheel goes on rolling.” she was dispassionately scientific with her response and Persephone lightly shook her head. “And yet we both know it doesn’t.” the Lady of Hades stood and rounded the heavy desk to lean against it, she grasped one of Doom’s hands in hers as if to inspect it, “How many times… have these hands raised the dead? Have you lost count already?”. Doom nodded, silently. “Then you know, if life stops when you die, how could you bring someone back? Or perhaps you don’t, and you simply applied knowledge you were taught without seeking to understand the deepest roots of it.” Doom winced, it hadn’t been something she’d considered. Her necromantic upbringing had been cut short and she had no wishes to revisit it. Bringing people back as she had done had simply been a fact of… well, her life as it were. It was treating death as any other ailment.

“And yet it isn’t. Is it?” Persephone smiled as though she’d read Doom’s thoughts, but really Persephone had become very good at reading people. “It’s a voyage. Into realms ruled by beings who hold careful responsibilities, the ferry, the final resting place, the supervisor, the look of the place, all that may change. But one thing never changes. Someone owes a responsibility to the dead. Someone must ensure they reach their final destination, someone must ensure their stay is comfortable. And, in your case, someone must make sure their return is safe and fair.” Doom tilted her head, she understood the words coming out of Persephone’s mouth but she also understood the woman was circling the point she truly wanted to make. “The afterlife is no trivial domain, it’s a hotel. People come in, stay a while and check back out. Where to is up to them and the afterlife in question but a hotel needs a host. This used to be such a place, my wife… such a host.” Persephone’s voice dipped as she stood up from leaning against the desk and walked to the window. Doom remained silent, rare were the times as a necromancer that you got the chance to hear from the people who ran afterlives.

“You know what happened, even if you don’t know it exactly. You were on the other side, so many years ago for you. You saw the Hall they built using bricks and mortar they acquired here in Hades. And we both know it is no such place and has no such host. Nor does it have anyone to ensure a safe and fair return. Yet.”. Doom looked as Persephone put her hands behind her back and she could notice that in spite of the fancy suit making her look calm and composed, her hands were lightly shaking with emotion. Which emotion, Doom couldn’t see, as Persephone’s face was turned away to look through the window. “You didn’t want me here to play, did you?” Doom asked, eliciting a quiet laugh. “Your participation in the Short Circuit will be appreciated, believe me. But there is so much more about this League that we have need for and I doubt you’ll enjoy running the bases.” Persephone’s attention moved to a scene beyond the window, one of the imps had approached Fearful, a roll of papers in one hand and a large mech standing behind her. “So what’s this for then?” Doom raised and dropped her own stack of papers off then back onto the desk, regaining Persephone’s attention. She turned to go and sit in her chair, legs crossed, hands interlocked below her chin. “Protection. We know they want you back and we know you need somewhere they can’t get to. And there are clauses we, well my wife, managed to work in there that should help us give you exactly what you need. Provided you make it through the Short Circuit. Hades may have been acquired by the league, his domain infringed upon to create a bastardisation of one, but he still has a knack for legalese these posers couldn’t hope to rival.” Persephone’s voice had grown brighter, love mixed with frustration. Mostly frustration. “Only one condition, from us.” she tapped the No Necromancy in Blaseball clause of the contract. “We cannot guarantee your safety, if it is breached. You’d be in their hands. And likely, your wife too. Were my wife to still be the warden of this place the way he thinks he still is… We wouldn’t need it. But then again had that happened we may have never spoken.” Persephone leaned back in her chair, not feeling the need to clarify that the acquisition hadn’t left Hades much option. As frustrating as Persephone found their current circumstances, even she had to reluctantly admit Hades had made the right choice in selling his domain. Subsumed into the League gave them freedoms that trampled under its foot wouldn’t have.

Doom took this moment to consider her options. “Fuck it, it’s not like we’ve got many options.” she blurted out, signing in a burst of impulse, unwittingly verbalising Persephone’s own thoughts. She passed the contract to Persephone who signed her part and used a seal for Hades’ before adding it to the top of the pile. “All done here. You can leave and let the next person in.” Doom stood up, brushed the folds in her vest and went to leave before turning to ask something that maybe she should have asked her before putting ink to paper. “What if Julia dies?” The question hung in the air before she added, “Because that can happen, correct? Otherwise why would the league need the Hall?”. Silence hung heavier as Persephone adjusted herself in her seat. “The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us.” Doom blinked. “And this means?”.

“Never Look Back.”

#blaseball #fanfic #hades tigers #short circuit #prequel

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ghoultramp · 3 years

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last fic preview before the 21st!

here is a preview of ‘solstice’, a fic i somehow got talked into writing featuring hawks, dabi and shiggy.

#zine work #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #my soul leaves my body every time i open up the word doc #hawks x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #shigaraki x reader smut #hawks smut #dabi smut #shigaraki smut #zine preview

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moregaythanyourealized · 3 years

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\Interruptions/

Doc Ock x Reader

“Wait! Put me down!!” You were laughing and screaming as your husband tossed you in the air with his tentacles before catching you in his arms. The cool summer air tickles your skin. Every time you were tossed up you could see the skyline. Falling down again, he caught you with one of his metal arms and spun you towards him,

“What’s the magic word?”

“P-please!” It was hard to say anything through your fits of laughter. Otto smiled down at you and shook his head,

“Wrong! It was Abracadabra!” He tossed you in the air as you screamed joyfully. Moments like these almost made your life seem normal. As normal as being married to a mad scientist that had extra appendages could be. Play fighting with your husband in the backyard while the sun set over Manhattan. You didn’t want or need anything else. As long as he was safe by the end of the day, you were happy. He kissed you every time you landed in his arms. His dark hair being tussled by the wind. He launched you up particularly high this time. Expecting to land in his arms you bundled yourself into a ball, giggling. But you never got to the ground. You were suspended upside down by...webbing?

“Leave her alone Doc Ock!” Doing your best to spin around and see what’s happening you see glimpses of your husband and spider-man,

“Relax kid, I wasn’t hurting her.”

“You were trying to kill her! For your evil schemes. She was screaming in terror.” Otto sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose,

“That was laughter. She’s my wife!”

Spider-man didn’t say anything for a moment. He walked over to you sheepishly. He leaned close and whispered,

“Blink twice if you need help.” You shook your head and he sighed putting you down,

“Sorry ma’am. I just find it hard to believe you were having a good time with him.” A protective tentacle wrapped around your waist and pulled you to Otto,

“You can leave now kid.” The young hero nodded before awkwardly swinging away.

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This wasn’t the last time that kid interrupted private time with your husband.

It was dark out and neither of you had work tomorrow. Sighing softly Otto closed his eyes as you kissed along his jaw. Tracing your fingers around his scarring he shivered,

“Your beautiful, Otto. I hope you know that.” He looked down at you with soulful eyes and captured your lips with his,

“So are you my love.” He mumbled against your skin. The night continued on. Soft sighs and moans filled the room and amplified the tender atmosphere. Sitting atop a desk as he explored your body that he already knew so well. Every curve and reaction persuaded him further to show you how much he loved you solely through his actions.

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Peter POV:

Doc Ock hadn’t done anything evil in awhile so I assumed he was planning something big. Because of last weeks encounter I now know where his secret lab is. He cleverly disguised it as a small family home. He even got some poor women to play the role of his wife. That bastard! He wouldn’t get away with it this time. I’m gonna break in and destroy whatever he’s working on.

Carefully prying open the window I step into the dark room. Music was coming through the house. It must be scheming music. The floor creaked as I moved forward and hid behind furniture. I came to the source of the sound. This must be his lab. Okay, Peter. On 3

I stood in shock when I saw what was behind the doors. The lady pretending to be the Doctors wife last week was wrapped around him. Kissing his shoulder as she moved up and down, saying his name quietly. We suddenly made eye contact and she screamed hiding her naked body behind his large frame. Doc Ock turned around using his jacket to cover his waist,

“Christ! I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose.” Large metal tentacles slammed the door in my face. Yikes. I was already running out the door yelling apologies and vowing never to break into anyone’s house again. I was hoping she’d keep him busy enough not to destroy downtown.

#doc ock x reader #doc ock #spiderman #spiderverse #no way home #mcu x reader #otto octavius

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chiwhorei · 4 years

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green scrunchies

pairing: dom!k. ukai x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, spanking, smoking, daddy kink, dom/ sub dynamics, brat taming, subspace, dirty talk, degradation, age gap(reader is 22ish and ukai is 26ish) spitting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, a little dumification, public nudity (kinda), unprotected sex, tattoos (there’s a tattoo in a really unholy place), this is just filth okay

a/n: i have been sitting on the bulk of this piece for a fucking month and am honestly so surprised i finished it. this was inspired by a picture i saw of a really naughty tattoo and my mind want crazy and vomited on to a google doc.

hymn: nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.”

Ukai Keishin is a gentle man. The team of highschoolers he coaches, his friends, hell, even his mother would beg to differ. But they were not privy to the Keishin you know. The man that serenades you with Elvis Presley while cleaning up after closing the store, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a clumsy slow dance as his gravelly voice croons into your ear.

He’s entrancing. Hypnotizing you, almost two years ago now, in the most tender pursuit possible, so softly you were unaware of falling deeply in love with him until you had already tipped completely over. Turning to an ink pen and scraps of receipt paper to flesh out the feelings he worried would not sound perfect when they hit your ears. To this day, you’re not entirely sure if he meant to leave the pages to his extemporaneous romance novel for you to find on purpose, but you have your suspicions.

You were in your second year of college when you met Keishin, only 20 years old at the time and clueless to any world outside of studying frantically from one exam to the next. Chasing after a degree you could pursue your dreams with and getting tattoos that would piss your parents off, you crashed into him, literally.

While walking to class with practiced steps and flipping through a small stack of notecards, you frantically try to accomplish last minute cramming and making it to class promptly at the same time. With one final attempt to understand the scribbles in front of you, you take a sharp turn into a brick wall. A flurry of white papers thrown into the air and falling back down like snow.

It happened in a minute, a minute that held sixty of the longest seconds to ever pass; from the moment you smack your nose into his cemented chest to the moment he saves your head from kissing the ground below. “You need to watch where you’re going, kid.” He says with a cigarette pressed between his teeth. It all happened in that single minute, your soul escaping and crawling into his jacket pocket without even realizing. It’s been there ever since, for safekeeping, of course.

He’s perfect in every way. But just as he is soft and loving, Ukai is not one to take shit. Especially when his sweet, shy baby girl is being a raging brat. It’s like any normal fall afternoon, slightly chilly and crisp on your walk from class. The air is biting at your skin, but the temperature is not what sends a piercing shiver down your spine. You know that as soon as you get home, Ukai Keishin is going to ruin you.

“What are you doing here, princess?” Your presence is made known with a soft ding from the bell above the door, but Ukai doesn't look up from his magazine when acknowledging you.

“I live upstairs?” Your tone is light and playful. You decide to test the waters, wondering how much Keishin will let slide today.

“Don’t be dense, little one.” He graces you with his eye contact for the first time, “I know you have a Biology lecture on Friday afternoons. So, why is that cute little ass here instead of on campus?” His lips are pulled tightly in a thin line and he rakes his eyes down your body. You’re wearing a short pleated skirt and a baggie pull-over. Exactly what he picked out for you this morning. Well, almost exactly. He was already opening up the store by the time you woke up, so the clothes were placed neatly on his side of the bed. What he didn’t pick out though, were the stockings currently brandishing your mid thigh, cutting off the supple skin with the soft, black cotton.

“Oh! My professor cancelled lecture today so I came home early to have lunch with my loving boyfriend.” You smile sweetly, dropping your backpack and rounding the corner of the counter he is sat at. Ukai hums softly- dismissively- and lights a cigarette, his eyes don’t give away any emotion, so you are left hanging off the end of the burning cherry. Has he caught on yet? Maybe the thigh-highs would be enough to distract from your real surprise.

Before you can ruminate on the thought, a wide, kind smile spreads across his face. If you didn’t know any better, this smile would be comforting. Your boyfriend pats his lap, motioning for you to take a seat. You adjust yourself to fit snugly and lean into Keishin’s chest. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple and takes a drag from his cigarette. Customers trickle in slowly, and you stand a few times to ring up their purchases, always the dutiful girlfriend. Keishin watches you with adoration in between paging through a magazine, everything you did was so perfect, even if it’s just scanning a few groceries. Such a good girl you are.

It’s not until you sit back down, and he adjusts your hips to settle back into him that he is made aware of the game you’re trying to play. And he is pissed.

“Princess, did you not like the clothes I picked out for you this morning?” He has fully caught on to you at this point, and you both know it, but he isn’t going to show you his hand quite yet.

“Of course I did, Daddy.” You bury your burning cheek into his neck, letting the familiar smell of cologne and campfires calm your clambering heartbeat.

“I see, then why are you wearing these…” Keishin’s voice trails off and pulls at the material of the thigh-highs, snapping it against your skin.

“Actually,” he interrupts, “I have a more important question. But I need you to be a good girl and answer honestly.” Keishin whispers into the shell of your ear and nods a goodbye to the elderly man leaving the store. You two were alone now, the promise of other customers wandering in diminishing quickly with the time of day.

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy.” You try to coat your words in velvet as best as you can, but Keishin scoffs, clearly unamused.

“That’s rich, princess. Now tell me, did you go to campus this morning without panties on?” You knew the question he was going to pose, you could have even saved him the breath. You knew you were going to get caught, I mean, that is why you did it. But now, faced with having to atone for your sins, the confidence in your original actions was melting away.

“I forgot to put panties on this morning, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You try to pout in the sweetest way possible, but Keishin knows. You’re lying through your teeth.

“Tsk, you forgot. How could you forget if I laid them right on top of your skirt this morning?” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a damning article. As he moves the exhibit into evidence, light pink thong hanging off of fingers, you resolve that your little game was over long before you even tried to start. All you can do now is wait with baited breath and flushed cheeks for his next move.

“Stand up princess.” Ukai grabs onto your hip bones and lifts you upward. He spins you around to face him and perches his elbows on his knees. “Show me what’s mine baby girl.” His request, his demand, rolls off the tongue like icicles. You know what he means, but still stare back dumbly, mouth wide at what he was insinuating.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.” His words stir inside you. If he sees how wet you’re getting, you’re done for. There’s no escaping this moment though. You take a deep breath in a feeble fight against the suffocating feeling in your chest, and lift up the end of your short, black skirt so he can see you. All of you.

Your precious, sumptuous thighs now in his view. He studies the lines of the tattoos not covered with your stockings. Beautiful floral designs in delicate black ink. Keishin thinks the work you get done is always so beautiful. Every addition befitting you perfectly. He loves tracing the pads of his fingers over the art in softer moments. This moment though, was not soft, and the tattoos on your thighs were not the subject of Ukai’s attention.

He flicks his eyes up to meet yours briefly, and trails down from your quivering bottom lip, to your delicate, freckled collarbones peering sweetly from your large sweater. He drags his darkening gaze down further, cherishing every inch until he reaches your hips. Nestled in between the apex of your thighs, in small, dainty writing lays his prize.

“My Daddy Will Kill You.”

No matter what you did, he would always be there, snugly under the second layer of skin. When his fingers weren’t intertwined in yours, when he couldn’t have a protective hand in your back pocket. Whenever he was away with his team for tournaments or just when you were in class. He was always on you.

“Such a gorgeous little cunt you have.” He leans back in his seat, watching you fidget under his stare, “Whose cunt is this, baby? Is it your classmates? Is it your professors?” You bow your head in shame at Ukai’s insinuation, you know that going to class with a bare ass and a short skirt was going to get you in trouble. How could you resist though, when the punishment always feels so good.

“You’ve been acting like a petulant brat recently. I’ve been letting things slide because I know how stressful your senior year of college has been.” His tone is exasperated, but his eyes are calm, level, dark, “I can’t ignore this, you know that right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Your class was cancelled. So that means we get to start the weekend early.” He pulls your hands from your skirt, letting it fall back into place and holds both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. “Go upstairs and sit on the bed. I want you in just your skirt and those cute little tights you were so keen on wearing. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

“But Daddy…” you really did like to test your luck sometimes, but the look he gives you, slightly shocked and more than lightly infuriated, was enough to make you hurry to the back and up the stairs to your shared apartment. You kick your sneakers off at the door and head straight to the bedroom. You pull the sweater over your head and unclasp your bra. Usually Keishin likes to do that step for you, savoring the way you shiver as he brushes the straps off of your shoulders, but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.

You tremble like a puppy as you wait for Ukai and almost jump out of your own skin when you hear the front door creek open. Usually you are met with a bellowing voice upon his entry, walking through the door with a hearty, “Honey, I’m home!” even if you had only walked in a few steps ahead. Now, all you can do is wait as he mulls about the apartment with lackadaisical intent and a deafening silence. After a few agonizing minutes and feeling like he made his point, Ukai finally appears in the doorway, arms folded and pressed tightly to his hard chest with a categorically sadistic smile on his face.

“So, you do know how to follow directions?” You gulp loudly and nod your head, but quickly correct yourself. If you don’t use your words you’ll make things worse for yourself. “Yes, Daddy. I know how to follow directions.” It’s not a lie, obviously you are aware of his rules, you just prefer breaking them. Your response is small compared to the loud, sarcastic laugh falling from his throat. Ukai steps towards you slowly.

“You are such a little tease, I came up to kiss you goodbye this morning and found these still sitting on the bed.” He pulls the thong out of his pocket again and drops the lace into your lap. “You left them there because you wanted me to find them. You wanted me to know you were sitting in class with a bare cunt.” There’s no use trying to find an excuse to push past your locked jaw, because he’s not really asking a question.

“I left them on purpose, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Your mea culpa is underwhelming to say the least, and you both know it. You may be pleading guilty to all charges, but you don’t seem eager for absolution.

“You are such a little attention whore. My timid, darling girl has been acting like an insolent slut recently. What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds questioning, but unmistakingly rhetorical. He’s known what he was going to do to you from the moment he spotted your panties weighing the bed down this morning.

“Turn around baby.” Ukai unbuckles his belt, and you turn away from him, tucking your legs to sit upright. He gathers your long h/c hair from where it was settled around your face and meticulously braids it to lay flat on your back, attaching the green scrunchy from his wrist to the bottom.

Just like a calling card, Keishin always had a scrunchy of yours around his wrist. Whenever you are hunched over the kitchen table in the middle of writing a paper, he pulls your hair behind you and fastens it into a bun, careful to keep it loose so as to not invite a headache, and kisses the crown of your head. Regardless of where you are: shopping, date night, visiting him at practice, if he notices your hair becoming annoying he will slip it from your neck and twist it into the green scrunchy.

And when you are about to be punished, Ukai pulls your hair into a neat, low braid.

You feel him run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, pulling them gently behind your back. He presses your palms together and gives them a squeeze so you know to keep them together. Ukai pulls off his shirt, and frees his undone belt from his jeans, folding it in half and running the cool leather up your thigh. He swats softly at your skin, just enough to make you flinch.

Ukai tosses the belt to the ground, deciding he would rather you feel the sting of his palm, and sits down next to you on the bed. You face him with your hands still laced together behind you and let him position you to lay across his lap. The side of your face and your shoulders lay flush against the bed and your ass is raised up above his jean-clad thighs.

“You know the rules, right my love?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I lose count you have to start over.”

“There’s my smart girl. You look so beautiful like this.” He lands a smack on your right cheek, actions greatly contrasting his soft, almost taunting tone. “It’s such a shame you’ve been acting like such a whore.”

He delivers slap after slap on your bruising ass and you count every one out to him, briefly considering what would happen if you stopped counting, but you know that your punishment is already going to be harsh enough. You’re a masochist, yes, but not an idiot.

“Why do you always seem to be on your best behavior when I have you over my knee, darling?” Ukai connects his palm with your tender flesh again. “How many was that baby?”

“Fifteen, Daddy.” You speak in an even tone, if your boyfriend catches on to how much more you like this than he already knows, you’re, quite literally, fucked.

“You really know how to play me, baby. I’m always wrapped around your little finger.” He starts to knead your ass cheek with his large hand, skimming the tips of his digits against your wanton cunt. He’s testing you, wanting to see if you’ll start squirming or unclasp your hands from their position behind your back, but you hold steady.

“You leave me naughty little surprises. I had you on my mind all day, thinking about this naked little pussy walking around campus. One tiny slip and you would have shown everyone what’s mine.” Another sharp swat to your butt reverberates through the room and you can barely mumble out your counted response.

“But that’s what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted everyone to see this slutty pussy of yours didn’t you?” Whether that was the truth or not doesn't actually matter, you know not to make an excuse. You are just meant to count and thank.

“You need to stop squirming, princess, or you’re going to royally piss me off.” Ukai continues his relentless pace, two thick fingers pistoning deep in your dripping pussy. This was one of Ukai’s favorite games, finger-fucking you to the point of the bed under you slamming into the wall. Your job was to keep completely still. One arch of your back or escaped moan and he would land a sharp slap to your puffy, untended clit.

He’s actually being quite generous despite the circumstances. Usually, you would be propped on your hands and knees, but Ukai has laid you flat on your back with one leg tossed over his broad shoulder. The position, while easier to keep your body still, does mean that Ukai’s piercing, hungry gaze has you pinned like prey under him. The completely pornografic sounds of his fingers are making your head spin. The fact that he’s been hammering his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot for an hour, is starting to make your mind foggy, all thoughts are starting to slip from your brain and your boyfriend can tell.

“God, baby, I love making you absolutely stupid for me. I bet all you can think about is my cock filling this little cunt up, huh?” His words are sneering, taunting. Your response is a babbled agreement and plea for his cock, and the sight of you so completely fucked out makes the bulge in his jeans strain even further. The feeling of his fingers in your squelching pussy is dulling all other senses, so when he pulls the digits away, you can’t help the cry that rips from the back of your throat.

“Don’t worry, precious girl, I’m going to give you what you want. What you’re fucking desperate for.” Ukai pushes himself from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers, and you watch as his thick cock springs free to slap against his abdomen. The sound makes you mewl, your cunt clenching in anticipation.

As Ukai crawls back onto your shared bed, his head dips down in between your legs. He licks, flat and languid across your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue with a feral groan.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I- I need you. Wa- want to be your good girl.” You find your words as best as you can to beg for him, the sweet cadence of your voice and the way your weak arms reach out for his messy bleached hair signals to him that you’ve fallen completely into a foggy, submissive haze. You tug lightly at the tresses and the impressive self-control he has kept up thus far snaps like plywood under a heavy boot.

Ukai takes one more deep, hungry lick at your soaking pussy and sits up, pushing your legs further apart, digging his nails into the soft skin under your knees.

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You are quick to comply with his request, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. You hear the sound of him spitting, his saliva and your arousal coats the thickest plane of your tongue, but connecting one thought to the next becomes impossible as Ukai pushes his thick cock into you at the same time.

“Jesus Christ, no matter how much time I take to get you ready you’re still so tight. God, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.” His hands keep your legs pressed up to your chest, pushing his thick cock into you at an agonizingly lazy pace. Ukai was right, it didn’t matter that he had finger-fucked you into the mattress for an hour, taking him was a tight fit every time. As he buries himself in you, the intoxicating burn of being so full takes all of the air out of your chest. His thick cock stretches you so far, you swear he can feel your own heartbeat within the walls of your tiny cunt. He’s barely halfway into you and you can’t help but constrict, the tinny flavor of your orgasm crawling up from your spine to your mouth.

“There’s no way I’m letting you cum already.” Ukai snickered sadistically, thumb brushing across your tattoo, the dirty secret you shared, right over where you need his fingers most. He wasn’t going to touch your deprived clit yet, and hoping for him to do so was a waste of energy.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise, I’ll be good.” Your tears are rolling down the side of your face, wetting the sheet next to you.

“You’re a pathetic mess and I’m not even all the way in you yet. I would save the tears if I were you, babydoll.” You try to compose yourself, but Ukai’s words of dismissive degradation give your whimpers more body, sobbing and babbling as his cock bottoms out.

You can feel every inch of him, hard and thick and so so full inside of you. Ukai pulls out of you completely, his soaking tip rubbing on your labia before slamming back in to the hilt. His pace becomes brutal with every thrust, original slow pace completely unknown to you now. There’s no way you're going to be able to stand properly after this.

“Daddy, please. Please let me cum. Need to cum, Daddy. Need to be your good girl.” A series of calls for your daddy and prayerful begs are the only things you know at this point, drool and tears covering your face.

“You know what, Princess? I bet I could make you cum with just one touch to that little clit.” Ukai takes one hand off of your thigh and hovers over where you have needed him since you woke up this morning. “If I’m right, I’ll make you cum again. If I’m wrong, you’re not gonna cum at all.”

You can feel the warmth of his finger looming over the neglected bud, the anticipation is overwhelming and cruel, but all worth it as soon as he pushes the rough pad of his thumb down. Ukai presses a single, taught circle into your clit and the coil wound tightly in your stomach snaps with incredible force. You know there is a scream that rips from your dry mouth, but you can’t hear it with the blood rushing through your ears. Ukai works you through your first orgasm, stilling his thrusts as until you come floating back down.

“I know this slutty little cunt better than the back of my hand. Now, my precious little thing,” You watch as Ukai hooks your limp legs over his shoulders, lining his throbbing cock back to your slopping entrance. “Let’s do that a couple more times.”

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

You feel your senses coming back to you slowly, with every delicate touch Keishin glides over your skin. He pulls you back to reality with sweet touches and the deep, gravely sound of his voice. After several meticulous moments and even more words of praise, Kei delivers a delicate kiss to your forehead and carries you to the shower. You take a deep, relaxed sigh as he massages your aching muscles under the hot water. After drying your exhausted body with a fluffy towel, Keishin helps you into a comfy pair of leggings and one of his sweatshirts.

“Take my hand. Take my whole heart too.” Your boyfriend’s broad arms wrap around your waist, hands finding purchase under the orange sweatshirt currently drowning your form, and you melt into his chest. “Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.” You turn around in his arms to steal a kiss, but as your lips attach to his a small laugh bubbles up from your stomach.

“What are you giggling at?” Keishin eyes you curiously, and you start laughing even harder.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about the bloody nose you gave me when we first met.” You cackle at the memory and feel Keishin take an exasperated but amused sigh, joining your laughter with his own.

“First of all, Princess, you ran into me.”

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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the road not taken looks real good now (it always leads to you)

Description - y/n and harry!female re-kindle after a devastating breakup

A/N - so my best friend wrote this and i thought it was too beautiful to let it sit in her google docs doing nothing, so please give it some love so i can show her the lovely comments and feedback! she doesn’t believe it’s good but i beg to differ!! (harry is female in this)

warnings : angst, swearing

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a tiny extra, a poem, that she wrote, that makes her feel the same way as this fic:

i am not asking for much

just a warm bed

and someone to love me as i am

fold back the sheets

so i can crawl in

smile pressed against your shoulder blades

cocoon us safely in your body heat

the smell of your perfume on the pillows

tired eyes finally come to rest

with you next to me

••••

The air is fresh and cold as you crack the window of your bedroom, breathing in fresh spring air as you tip your face up to the light. You can’t help but think, what the fuck have I done? Only mad people invite their ex-girlfriend over to stay with them in their house for two weeks. You wondered idly if it was dramatic to suggest that it was going to be like living in your own personal purgatory, trapped between the relative silence that had existed between the two of you since four years ago when Harry left you crying and broken-hearted on the doorstep to go follow her dream, and the endless craving for her love that you don’t think will ever leave you; it’s held on long past the time she was last yours. But what could you do? She was coming here because, as she privately confessed to you in that frantic 2 am phone call, that she was scared she was never going to write anything good ever again. And you knew what that felt like, to feel like the words had dried up inside of you, clinging to the inside of your brain no matter how hard you tried to coax them out on the page; everything you did write a jumble of letters that made no sense and left you achingly empty. If she needed you to give up your space, open the arms of her old home to her one more time, so she could write something she really believed in, who were you to deny her?

Even when it felt like swallowing fire to even think of having her in familiar hallways again. On the bright side, perhaps Harry being here with you would reignite the fire of the healing heartbreak wounds that led to your first book and you might finally be able to offer your publisher something that didn’t carve her frown lines deeper into her face. But maybe that was an unfortunate way of looking at your relationship. You had promised yourself you could be her friend, no matter how gut-wrenching it would be to watch her be anything but yours. A girl like Harry deserved to be loved by everyone in every way, no matter the personal cost.

You sigh, knowing you’re about to go and waste your day, staring out the window waiting for Harry, despite knowing that her flight doesn’t even reach the terminal until half-past three. Harry generally tends to have that effect on people, but you can’t help feeling like a little dog, waiting at the door for her to come home and love you, tell you that you’ve been so good to sit and wait for her all these years.

••••

You hear her before you see her. The clatter of her cases and the swearing from where you’re so sure she’s managed to trip and hurt herself, always the clumsy one of the two of you. You can almost feel your soul reaching out to hold her close. You have no time to dwell on how pathetic of a start this was to your ‘just friends’ policy, as the sound of the doorbell echoes through the hallway. As the door swings open under your sweaty palm, you see her. All big, trusting eyes and long curls, and a little flowery dress for the rapidly warming weather. She smiles, and you feel the side of your mouth twitch up in an involuntary response. She’s just as gorgeous as you remember, you can practically feel the sunlight spilling out of her to hold you hostage in its rays.

‘Hi,’ she says, ‘I’ve missed you like mad.’

‘I think I’ve missed you more, darling.’ You reply, lurching forward to wrap your arms around her waist, hers coming up to cradle you as she lets go of her travel bag, landing with a bang on the doorstep. She still feels like home.

Eventually, you let her go, stepping back and grabbing her case so she can come inside. You watch as her eyes scan the hallways of the place she used to call hers.

‘You kept my lamp.’ She notes, turning to raise one eyebrow at you as she makes her way toward the kitchen.

‘It’s a good lamp.’ You reply, trailing after her to the kitchen.

‘I bloody know, that’s why I picked it, you complete thief.’ She laughs, dumping her bags down to the left, as you skirt around her to rest your crossed arms on the island.

Harry’s face turns serious as she looks at you, leaning over the other side of the counter, green eyes intent on yours.

‘Are you sure it’s okay for me to stay here? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.’

‘H,’ you smile, ‘it’s been a long time. We’re in our thirties, I’m thirty-four years old, I’m sure I’m mature enough to have you in my house. Besides, we’re friends now aren’t we? And all my friends stay here.’

‘I’m only 29.’ Harry flashes her cheeky grin and watches as you roll your eyes, finally tearing yourself away from where you’ve steadily been inching closer to her face as you spoke.

‘Don’t be a pedant, H. You’re in the spare bedroom next to me if that’s alright? I’ve changed the sheets and everything, and there’s a fan if it gets hot tonight.’

She just nods back, picking up the satchel and her suitcase, nudging the door open with one last glance back at you.

You press your head against the counter, hoping the cool touch of the marble will lend you some clarity. Already, Harry had your heart jackrabbiting in your chest and you’d only been standing in the same kitchen together for five minutes. You couldn’t help but wonder what had possessed you to miss the time frame for inviting somebody else, anybody else, to be your buffer for her extended visit.

••••

Harry is perched on your counter, chewing absentmindedly on a breadstick you offered her as she came in to watch as you made dinner. Her socked feet bounce and kick in the air as you stir the boiling water to test the consistency of the pasta. You feel the sweat start to bead up on your forehead, the now unknown feeling of being watched and the heat of the pan mixing with the warm air blowing in through your patio doors making the room feel airless. Maybe it was a bit too hot for pasta in this weather, but you couldn't help but start putting together the dish that Harry had always loved, had begged you to make on date nights, the one you made whenever you felt like you were too difficult, too angry, too unloveable, that you had nothing to offer her apart from this one little pasta dish.

‘Are you seeing anyone?’ It comes out of nowhere, and you startle, not used to having casual conversation in your kitchen.

’Why are you asking me that?’ You pull the pasta off of the hob as you turn to look at her, reaching for the strainer she’s already holding out towards you.

‘I’m curious.’

‘Seems like a loaded question.’ You volley back, in particularly deep concentration over draining the water from the pot. Harry sighs in frustration behind you, shuffling in her seat.

‘Indulge me.’ You turn to face her, her green eyes wide and serious, one hand carding through her hair - an unconscious habit you’ll never forget.

‘No. I’m not seeing anyone. Happy now?’ You forget how easy it was to get frustrated with her and her inability to let things go, a hazard with your short temper.

‘Very. That wasn’t even hard was it? Were you ever seeing anyone else, you know, after?’

You stare back incredulous. She must know she’s winding you up now.

‘Why are you even asking me all this, H? It’s like you’re trying to get on my nerves.’

‘I don’t get why you’re being so defensive about this, it’s a very simple question.’

‘It’s not simple when your ex-girlfriend is asking you whether you’ve been fucking anyone else.’ You huff, mixing the pasta with the creamy sauce she adored.

‘I thought you said we were friends. Friends talk about their relationships.’ She always had that talent, turning your words back on you, especially when she was bitter about them. You didn’t see quite what she had to be angry about with this one, especially if she had moved on enough to feel comfortable quizzing you about whatever new girlfriend she had dreamed up for you. Privately, you thought she might be a little disappointed.

‘Right, well this friend has had one other relationship. A very brief one. And, as is standard for my track record, it didn’t work out. Can that be the end of this conversation now?’

‘If that’s what you’d prefer. You don’t want to ask about my new relationships then?’ Her mouth turned up in that quirk you knew meant she was satisfied with the outcome of this conversation.

‘Not even a little bit. Get your bowl and we can eat outside.’ You do your best to smile back at her, your head spinning with the thought of her being with anyone else, of anyone else touching her the way you did, knowing her the way you did, watching her spill all her emotions onto the bed in front of them as they sat in the dark together the way the two of you used to.

You dream of her that night, all that soft skin and her open mouth, hovering over you as you grasp at the pale expanse of her back. The silk smooth feel of the inside of her thighs, your hand climbing steadily upwards; the hard press of her mouth on yours, panting into a kiss, slipping down the open cavern of your neck as you slide your hand to fist in her back of her hair and guide her downwards until you were gasping.

That’s how you wake up, hands reaching up to hold something you were never going to get to have again, mouth curving around her name. You wondered after if she could hear your desperate cry in the room just next to hers, her own name a call sign she had decided to ignore. You could already feel your body waking up in her presence, feelings you thought were long dead being unlocked just by having her close by, the urge to reach out and hold her to your and keep her forever tingling in your fingertips.

It starts to occur to you that you might be in over your head.

•••••

The next day brings unbearable heat, the thick, oppressive humidity that you’ve only ever known in the British countryside. You wake for the second time, kicking off the heavy weight of the duvet and scrambling for a water bottle. You can feel the sweat beading as you roll out of bed and pad towards the bathroom, hoping to rinse off the entirety of the night before and replace it with a fresh resolve to behave yourself around Harry. Alas, you’ve never been lucky. As you crack the door, you see her standing in the hallway already, cradled in the light of the morning. Her head twitches towards yours as you take in the sight of her in a silk slip, and your flip flops.

‘Sorry to borrow,’ she says, voice heavy with sleep, ‘I thought it was going to be cold, I’ve only got slippers.’

‘No bother, baby,’ You cringe at the endearment, your pledge to be friendly already slipping out of your grasp when she’s stood there all in white, like the angel you know she is, ‘I should have warned you, they’ve been predicting an Indian summer for a few weeks now.’

She nods and gestures towards the stairs, ‘Are you coming down for a coffee?’

‘In a second, I want a shower first, and then we can go swim if you like? You’re welcome to borrow something to go if you haven’t got anything with you.’

‘That would be great, thanks, I’ll do breakfast while you shower?’

You open your mouth to protest, she was a guest and you didn’t make a habit of asking your guests to wait on you, but reconsider, smiling and nodding at her as you headed towards the bathroom door. She is quite excellent at breakfast after all. And, possibly selfishly, you were hoping that making breakfast would distract her from trying to start the same kind of conversation as yesterday, given that she seemed so keen to prod at that particular bundle of hurt inside of you. You turned the shower to cold, trying to stave off both the crawling heat of the air and the aching heat inside of you, a fire lit at the sight of Harry in her nightdress.

••••

You had to face her again quicker than you liked, padding down the stairs in a bikini, carrying one in your right hand for Harry, the air too hot to even think of a wrap. You found her laid out on the marble countertop, leaching the heat out of her body, nightdress ruched up around her upper thigh and flip flops abandoned next to the oven. At your audible swallow, she lifts her head slightly to smile.

‘Sorry to be so wanton in your kitchen, it’s just so fucking hot.’

‘No worries.’ You tell her, the words slightly strangled as she sits up properly to grab the bikini from your hand and jump down from the counter.

You slide into her now vacated spot. The marble is still warm from the heat of her body that you yearn to touch yourself.

She slides your plate towards you, with a face you knew meant trouble.

‘How old was she, your other girlfriend I mean?’ She asks, watching closely for your reaction.

‘Are we back on this again?’ You sigh, eyes rolling up towards the ceiling.

‘Really, Y/N! You keep telling me we’re supposed to be building a friendship but you won’t even be honest with me about a relationship you aren’t even in anymore! Friends tell each other about their lives, you know!’

You dig your fists into your eye sockets, it’s far too early to be having this fight. And what damage could it really do to something so broken?

‘Forty-five. Thought I’d give the whole older woman thing a try, see what all the fuss was about. You certainly seemed to like it.’

‘Did you like it? Did you love her?’ She follows up your answer with more inquiries in quick succession.

‘I think I could have loved her if I had tried.’ But I didn’t, you can’t add, I couldn’t try and love anyone because I’m too head over heels for you and I’m scared I always will be and I don’t know what to do with you here in my kitchen, asking me about the feelings I’d accepted I would be locking away in a box forever after you left me.

Harry purses her lips together at that, and flips her hair back over her shoulder, banging a mug of coffee down hard on the counter in front of you. You expected her to go on with her questions, nudging away at your boundaries until every barrier that you had built to protect yourself in her absence came crashing down around you, leaving your hurt visible in the middle of the wreckage for her to see. But she’s dead silent, staring at you like you’ve given her a challenge. Before you know it, you’re choking on the mug of coffee that she gave you, made exactly how you like it. Harry stood in front of you, slipping her nightdress down her arms and off, off, off. It pooled around her feet like water as she looked at you, eyes locked on you as your jaw dropped.

‘H, what are you doing?’ You ask, unable to tear your eyes away. She still looks exactly the same as she did four years ago, soft love handles and fern tattoos and so so gorgeous.

‘I’m changing, I want to swim.’ She raises one eyebrow as if it's a completely obvious thing to do, strip off in your ex-girlfriend’s kitchen right in front of said ex-girlfriend. Sometimes, you felt like the only sane person you knew.

‘You have a bedroom!’

‘Why are you getting so shy? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, babe.’ She winks, finally securing the back of the bikini top so she was at least somewhat covered.

You stare at her for another second in disbelief, before shaking it off and grabbing your plate. The sooner you get to leave this strange atmosphere Harry had created between the two of you, and finally, get a deep breath of fresh air to remind you of yourself, and distract you from the burn that had shot through you at the sight of her, the better.

••••

Your walk down to the lake is quiet, Harry occasionally nudging her arm against yours and just smiling when you turn to look at her, the crinkles of her eyes visible just to the side of her little round sunglasses. You had forgotten how good it felt to just be alone with her like this, just the two of you walking close by each other through the wooded area you had once loved to explore, to bring your picnics to and kiss in the dappled light. It felt so much the same that you were having to remind yourself that you couldn’t just reach out and interlace your fingers with hers, tug her against your side. You swap the picnic basket you had packed so it acts as a barrier between you, and you hear Harry sigh on your left. You don’t have time to dwell on it as you step into an open cavern of light, the sun's rays reflecting off of the now visible lake. The two of you spread the picnic blanket out and Harry flops down on her back, kicking off her shoes and turning her face up towards the light. She gestures for you to sit down next to her as she rolls over onto her stomach and pushes her sunglasses upon her head.

‘Can you tell me why you’re being so fucking weird?’ She asks, voice interrupting the silence of the morning out of nowhere, and instantly putting you on the defensive, your famous quick temper rising to the surface as you snap back at her.

‘I’m not being weird! You’re being fucking weird, taking your clothes off in my kitchen and questioning me about who I’m dating and asking to stay in my house after not speaking to me for years.’

‘Y/N.’ She looks unimpressed, mouth set in a hard line which you knew meant she wasn’t going to let it go.

You take a deep breath, trying to let some of the anger out with your long exhale. You knew you weren’t really angry with her anyway, not when what she was saying was entirely true.

‘I’m trying to be your friend, H, this is difficult for me you know! I don’t spend much time trying to be best pals with my ex-girlfriends funnily enough.’

‘It doesn’t feel like you’re trying to be my friend. Because what I’m doing is trying to be a part of your life again, to know you again, and you’re just pushing me away, every time I try to find out anything about your life. The reason I’m being so insistent about your ex is because that’s the only thing you’ve actually given me any kind of insight on at all, you’ve not mentioned your friends, or your new hobbies, or your writing, and I’m too scared to talk about what I used to know about you because you just seem like you’re about to accuse me of bringing up the past. It just feels like you’ve invited me here so you can try to create scenarios to prove to yourself that you don’t want me anymore; like I’m some weird personal growth exercise. And it’s kind of making me feel like shit, to be honest.’ The hard set of her face cracks as she finishes speaking, her lip wobbling the way it did when you knew it always did when she was about to cry. You surged forward, to crush her into a hug, despite the awkward angle, and she met you with equal enthusiasm, gripping your shoulders tightly as if she was afraid she was going to wake up and find out it’s all a dream.

’That was never my intention, honey. Please, my baby, you have to believe me. I just don’t know how to be here with you when I don’t have you anymore and I’m not coping the way I thought I would. It’s not your fault, H, my darling.’

‘I just want you to trust me with you again.’

‘I want that. I want to prove it.’ And you do, you want that so much. You want to be the one she knows the best again, to trust her with your soul and trust that she won’t break your heart. You haven’t been so good with trust for a long time. Four years, to be exact. It’s starting to get tiring, being so on guard with her, not telling her how you feel about her, resigning yourself to having to go without her forever. She looks at you, inquisitive, as you push back from her so you aren’t locked together anymore. You unlace the back of your bikini top, letting it fall to the mossy ground, and you see her eyes track your movements. She rolls up onto her knees to touch your thigh as you let your bikini bottoms meet the same fate as your bikini top, eyes wide and confused.

‘I don’t want to push you away anymore,’ you reach down to press your fingers against her cheek, tipping her face upwards to meet your eyes, ‘Swim with me, Harry.’

Her face twists up into a smile as she reaches up to unhook the back of her bikini, letting it meet the same fate as your own. You pull her close, the connection of your body on hers feeling like there’s an electric current running through the both of you, sending sparks flying towards the damp ground. And suddenly you’re racing towards the water together, tumbling over each other's feet as you push closer, until you feel like any further and you’d be climbing inside of her, becoming one beautiful blend of your love for each other lit up in golden light.

The water is cold, sending shockwaves through you. Harry yelps, dragging you closer, drawing your legs up around her waist in the buoyancy of the water, despite your protest.

‘I’m conserving heat between us, baby.’ She jokes, hitching you up further so she can press her wet, open mouth to your collarbone, dragging it down until you were fisting your hand in her hair, tipping your head back at the touch you’ve long since given up wishing you’ll ever have back. She switches her hold so she’s supporting you with one tattooed arm, and the other one dips between your thighs in the space she’d made between the two of you.

‘When did you decide you just wanted to be my friend, Y/N?’ Harry asks, breathing hot and heavy, the line of her body pressed up against yours, hand cupping the side of your face, tight against your cheek.

‘Never. I never did. It’s been fucking hell having you here and not having you still. I’ll never not want you like that, Harry. You’re the only one. I’ve been in love with you for a fucking decade.’ You tell her, voice cracking over your confession as her hand twitches.

Her eyes fix themselves on yours as she replies, searing and intent, her hand nudging your face forward from where you’d lean in to bite at her shoulder.

‘It’s you. It’s always been you.’

‘You can’t say that to me if you’re just going to leave me here again. I’m going to be in love with you for the rest of my life, H, and if I have to watch you walk away from me again it’s going to kill me.’ Your face crumples, one hand on Harry’s chest to push her away from you, the other pressed to your own where you could already feel your heart bracing for the impact of Harry telling you she could never love you more than her adventuring, never love you more than her vibrant life in Madrid, that she was going to leave you here forever knowing you were only ever going to be able to sit waiting for her to come home to you.

She laughs, open-mouthed and breathless, eyes disbelieving on your face. Water rushes between your bodies where you’ve pressed your hand against her chest, her heart thumping under your hand, the familiar rhythm that used to lull you to sleep every night. It laps against the bottom of her rib cage where she looms over you, face set, ready to make you listen to her.

‘I only ever left England because everything here reminded me of you. I’m never leaving you again. You’re mine. I’ll always be yours. I love you. I came back here because I wanted you. I needed to know I was ready to be the woman you deserve to be with, the kind of person that can support you as equally as you support me, to teach you about my bit of life and receive your advice in return, without feeling guilty for everything I can’t offer you. I’ve been dreaming of being here with you for four years, ever since the moment I walked out of the door, and I finally feel like I can do it. And I’m so sorry I had to go, but I couldn’t go on lying to myself and pretending I was the kind of woman to give you the life you’ve wanted all these years. So if you’ll have me now, I’ll be right here, and I’ll never leave you. This is it for me. There’s nobody else. There’s never even been anyone else in all this time. It was all for you. It’ll always be me, making my way through the world to find my place next to your side.’

••••

The tears finally spill over then, everything you’ve been dreaming of her saying for years suddenly being spelt out right in front of you. You crash your body back into hers, hands and mouths everywhere, both of you eager to reclaim lost territory, make your marks on the wide expanse of each other’s skin, on bodies that belonged together once more. How beautiful for the one you thought you would spend your life pining to come back to you to breathe her fresh breath of air in your life once more and light it up with all her beautiful colours. How beautiful that you finally had your light back.

Later, you lay next to her on the picnic blanket on your front, one hand in her curls, twisting them this way and that, slowly brushing the other one up and down her stomach, circling the fern tattoos as she lazes in the sun. A thought occurs to you, watching a bead of lake water roll down her chest to the floor.

‘What the hell was that in my kitchen earlier, by the way?’

‘Had to check you still wanted me didn’t I,’ She smirks, opening one eye as she rolls her head towards yours.

‘Cheeky fucker.’ You wouldn’t have her any other way, your sunshine girl.

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jossambird · 3 years

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The Scent on your coat P4

Summary: You reflect on your life choices, and despite your wants, Life had other plans for you.

Otto Octavius x F!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: NS/FW Subjects, No Doc in this Chapter (or is there) but building to the next part, mentions of emotional Reader, heartbreak, yearning for things you can’t have.

Ao3 Fic Link for previous parts, or on my masterlist!

“I've only ever wanted you.” You repeated into the silence of your apartment, barely listening to the news that played on tv. Images of various villains flittered on the screen, your eyes falling on the one face you couldn’t stop seeing behind your eyelids. You shut the tv off with a huff, eyes watering at the whole mess.

Hands slinging your blanket over your back, you bundled yourself up and sat in bed, pulling your other blanket over your legs and feet. You couldn’t even begin to find the correct words for just how much you had missed Otto.

Even after all this time, Otto remained as handsome as he had been the last time you had seen him all those dreadful months ago. His soft brown hair that shined red in the sunlight, his gorgeous brown eyes that used to always seek you out in a crowd.

You sighed, replaying his words in your mind. Did he mean everything he had said? He had never been a liar, that you knew…

For weeks after his accident, you had thought him dead. For months, you had listened to the radio and new outlets, slandering his work and very career once he had emerged, tentacles and all, turning to a life of crime.

How long had you mourned him, mourned the fragile friendship you had had together, mourned his work but most importantly, mourned your love for him? It had taken weeks, months even, to finally be able to step back into this laboratory and work, and not be pitied by every living soul here.

They had all known of your deep and dark secret, the love you had held so dear for the Scientist, but stayed silent.. all except for one.

Peter Parker. Sweet Peter Parker, always there for you no matter, always asking if you needed help or a shoulder to cry on, always asking how you were holding up with everything.

It had been Peter, of all people, who had saved you from the endless internal darkness that had started to consume you slowly but surely, depression sinking its claws into you and pushing you towards dangerous thoughts.

He, who had asked you if you wanted to go see a movie together. He, who had walked you home every night afterwards, only ever smiling and offering his arm whilst you tried to say it was okay.

He, who had tentatively asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend that one summer night after a quiet walk, knowing full well how your heart held a part of itself for another.

It was he, who had kissed your lips, reassuring you that he understood what it felt like, having already lost the love of his life too.

And so, telling yourself that maybe this was what you needed to finally forget Octavius, you had given him a chance; slowly taking your time together and learning about one another, becoming closer and closer by the passing day.

Peter’s secret identity hadn't been kept from you long after you noticed Spiderman arriving at your Oscorp to walk you home, just like Peter did. He had practically fallen off a building when you asked out loud if he was done stalking you like a creep, his laugh echoing softly in the noisy New York streets.

“Aren’t you afraid a villain will come and kidnap me Pe- Spiderman?” You had asked him, grinning even though your heart clenched at the idea of *one* villain kidnapping you. Thoughts like those were burned and shooed away, trying to focus on the good and kind man that loved you.

“Don’t worry, Ill always protect you Y/N.” He assured you with a whisper, bowing his head as you stepped inside your shared apartment complex.

You had come to love him too, in a way, over time.

Your first time together was the moment you realized your heart was irreparable; Peter’s hands were on your hips, holding you softly as he fucked you but in that moment, another man’s name found itself on your lips, a name all too familiar to you, trying to make its way out and into the air between you. You hadn’t let it, swallowing both it and your shame down, sorrow coursing through you as Peter called out your name.

A few days later, on an early September day, as you turned away from the amazing view from your apartment window, the wind blowing your hair from your face, you had felt it; Nervous energy in the air, shudders wracking your body.

Peter Parker asked you to marry him on the same balcony moments after.

No amount of preparation would have ever prepared you for the absolute heartbreak you had felt as the man before you wore bruises shaped like claws, deep cuts and barely fading scars, crooked grin smiling up at you with a ring in hand, waiting.

“I know I’m not him, and you aren’t her, but I'd like to love you for the rest of my life.”

You had sobbed under the loud noise of the shower until the water turned cold, and after.

Though now, sitting here alone in your living room, you wondered why life sought to hurt you so.

Soon you would be married to a sweet man who loved you, adored you, and all fantasies of the tall Doctor Octavius would have to be forgotten and erased.

You sighed again, burying your face into your blanketed hands, trying to will yourself to stop feeling this way. Peter deserved someone who loved him with all their heart, not someone who craved another and had let said man eat them out in their previous work place.

A knock sounded at your front door and you frowned, standing, wrapped in your blankets still, to answer.

Would it be possible… that he would come? Would he knock on the door, or simply open it, hands seeking you out and untying your robe, touching what he had already accidentally claimed?

As you turned the handle and opened the door, your inner shame grew, eyes landing on the smiling face of your best friend Allie.

“Thought Id come see how the bride-to-be was feeling! How- Oh my god Y/N what's wrong?” Allie said in a rush as she saw tears form in your beautiful eyes, stepping inside in a hurry to comfort you. You could barely let out a sob, let alone words, arms wrapping around the woman.

“Y/N, babydoll, what's going on? You can talk to me, you know that right? Nothing leaves this room, only between you and me.” Your best friend whispered, holding you tightly.

She pulled away, arms still wrapped around you but just enough to see your face, and you knew she had figured it out, knew she had pieced it together. “Oh, Y/N… It’ll be okay, it’ll go away.”

What Allie failed to know though, was that you didn’t want it to go away, still feeling his soft but firm fingers holding your thighs and ankles, kisses laid against your skin.

You didn’t want your love for Otto Octavius to disappear, just like the words of love and adoration groaned along your thighs and core, expressive brown eyes seeking yours out in desperation. Desperate for what, you still didn’t know, but it made your heart race, thinking that the renowned Doctor Octavius and villain Doctor Octopus wanted to see you reach ecstasy by his hand and his alone, desperate for only his name to find itself on your tongue.

And you felt even more horrible for it.

Allie held you close, blankets wrapped around the both of you as she flicked through channels on TV.

“Want to talk about it?” She whispered, eyes still trailed on the TV but you knew her attention was solely on you.

What was there to say in a situation like this?

“No.” You croaked out, snuggling closer against her in an effort to forget everything, forget the outside world, forget the fact that the very man you wanted most of all was also somewhere out there. You weren’t surprised when Allie sighed, the sound of the TV shutting off. She laid down beside you, worried eyes gazing back at you.

“You know, it's not…” Allie paused, breath caught in her throat at the sight of you.

“It's not abnormal for marriages to be cancelled.” She continued, her eyes flickering over your face for a sign that you were understanding her meaning. You could barely breathe as she waited, the implication of her words sounding out.

“Allie thats- Peter, he-“ you tried, heart breaking at the idea of telling Peter you could no longer marry him. Allie, the beautiful thing she was, faked a gag and rose up, sitting beside you.

“Y/N, forget Pete for the moment okay? He doesn’t exist right here, right now.” She started, turning back towards your surprised visage with a finger pointed at you.

“I will always be here for you. I know you aren’t happy… I just want you to know that it’s never too late to cancel anything.”

You cried that night, silently into your pillow, never acknowledging the words she had spoken. Allie remained with you for the next few days, never uttering another word of the subject she had begun, helping you instead prepare for your wedding.

That night, you dreamt of large hands pulling you close and whispers of love pressed against your breast, heartbeat steady as he asked the one thing you could never lie about:

“Do you love me, Y/N? Me, and only me?” He whispered, lips moving against your collarbone, heated kisses following his words.

“I've only ever loved you.” You whispered back and watched the Otto before you smile, his hold turning bruising.

New York, even at night, was never silent. Noises could be heard everywhere and anywhere, people out and about, some heading home and some heading out.

Allie liked the hustle and bustle of the town, always eager to find a new Hole-in-the-wall type of bar or restaurant to get drunk in, and tonight, after saying she wanted to make you feel better with sushi, hadn’t been any different. She hummed under her breath and dutifully followed you back to your apartment, the both of you enjoying each other’s presence.

Convenience store bags in hand, you looked back at Allie as she wobbled, her steps mismatched, a half empty beer can in hand.

“Come on Al, we're almost there!” You laughed, watching her try to Hopscotch along the street. She stopped, eyes wide and smile even wider, throwing the beer can into the air and away from the both of you, making you cringe as it hit the ground.

“Oh my god- Was that a laugh!?” She yelled happily, the smell of beer and sake wafting off of her as she ran up beside you and held you close, arms trapped in her hold. You couldn’t help but smile at your best friend, mouth opening to chastise her for littering but you didn’t have the time; a faint melody met both your ears and Allie beamed, disentangling herself from you. You barely had time to register what song it was before she leaned away, breathing in sharply and letting loose.

“You should have bought her flowers!” She sang out, words echoing in the streets around you. Sang was perhaps too kind of a word though, as she scratchily belted out Bruno Mars lyrics.

“Shh! Oh my god Allie, shhhhhhh! Shut up!” You tried, running after her as she continued back to your apartment complex, uncaring of the people passing you by.

“You should’ve held her hand! Should’ve given her all your hours!” You barely made it in time to her, free hand rising to try and quiet her, heart racing as you imagined someone hearing-

“But now she’s marrying another man!”

Her words felt like a bath of freezing cold water, any remnants of alcohol in your system instantly evaporating.

She was right. You were, and no matter what fantasies and dreams you liked to imagine, you knew that life couldn’t continue like this, childishly hoping and wishing for another man to come sweep you up.

#allie totally not based on a real friend of mine 👀#otto octavius #doc ock #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #jossambird fic #doctor octavius #minors dni #f!reader #the scent on your coat fic

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honouredsatoru · 3 years

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JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

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damonsvftie · 4 years

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞

MEGA MASTER LIST

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

Summary: Teasing your boyfriend Draco Malfoy in places that are risky isn't the best idea but when he decides to get you back for it you have no where to run.

Warnings: Female oral/receiving and quite filthy umm- yeah and it’s 2.6k words in total

I was sat at the back of Snape's classroom as i brushed my fingers across Draco's thigh causing him to straighten. My fingers were slowly dancing their way up when he grabbed at my hand from under the desk. "Stop it y/n," he mumbled through gritted teeth, on the verge of clearly moving his seat further away from me. The way his cheeks were flushing red made a small grin crawl across my face, especially when I knew the affect i had on him.

Snape had demonstrated the class on how to do a potions practical and now we were going to be doing our own with our partners. "I'll go get the stuff," i murmured with a grin as he slightly nodded. Placing the handful of ingredients onto the table, I by accidentally dropped one on purpose.

Bending down to pick it up, I made sure that Draco was able to see whatever was visible under my hiking skirt, teasing him with the sight of my clearly soaking panties. From the corner of my vision, I could see the way he gulped and tugged at his collar trying his hardest not to peek and get distracted.

helping him put the ingredients into the tiny cauldron, his hand quivered as he tried to maintain his patience. "You okay there?" I teased, leaning across the the counter, face inches away from his. "Never been better," he mumbled frustratedly.

—

"I'm so exhausted like honestly I could take a break right now," huffed Pansy as she plopped down next to Malfoy on the emerald green couch of the slytherin common room. "Snapes starting to get on my nerves, setting us exams every other day as if I don't have other things too do," groaned blaise, throwing his head back , slumping into his seat, his arms crossed against his chest.

I decided to go and meet Draco since today was a Saturday although he clearly mentioned that he was going to be studying with his other group of posse and he didn't want me near him but I could care less about what he wanted. Swinging the substantial doors of the common room open, i trotted towards the three of them, swiftly placing myself onto Draco's lap, my arms flung around his shoulder as Pansy rolled her eyes and blaise shook his head.

"Can you two get a room?" They chimed in unison. Draco shifted uncomfortably under me, slowly removing my hands of him pushing me away a little. "Not today y/n, we have to finish this assignment off and your only going to get in the way," he explained, in a certain demeanour.

Glancing at one another, Parkinson and Zabini got up and headed for the door. "Don't worry about it Draco we'll finish it off," she explained, a small giggle trailing her words as they both shut the door behind them leaving the two of us alone.

"Turning me down were you?" I raised a brow, my hands on my hips as my facial expressions turned serious. "Why- What are you going to do about it?" He answered back, a small grin crawling across his face. The clattering of my shoes became more audible as I seductively walked towards him. I started to softly lower myself down onto his lap, straddling him as my finger ran down his chest. "Things you won't imagine," I muttered, my glossy lips ghosting against his. "Do you really think it's a good idea too disobey the slytherin princess?" The tone of my voice cocky as I purred into his ear.

Pulling away purposely, I smoothed out the fabric of my clothes, heading for the door while I gave him one last glance, my tongue swiping across the top of my teeth.

—

"What's the occasion?" Questioned Draco as he drummed his fingers impatiently on the table in the great hall. Purposely ignoring him, I began speaking flirtatiously to Blaise Zabini, a small grin smearing across his face as I bit my lower lip. Today I had curled my hair and applied some makeup to slightly enhance my features. Since today was a Saturday, that meant I didn't have to wear my uniform so I ended up wearing a plaid, mini skirt paired with a green crop top and last but not least, styled with some doc martens.

Malfoy sat there staring down at his plate, stealing a few glances towards me as i twirled a loose strand around my finger while I openly flirted with one of his minions. "Zabini.. I was wondering if you'd maybe want to help me with my homework... only if you want too," the last of my words rolling of the tip of my tongue smoothly as my eyes diffused into a darker shade. "No- you don't need his help," interrupted Draco as he pulled on my arm dragging me out of the great hall.

Striding through the corridors, pulling me along with him he suddenly pinned me against the wall. "Do you have any idea about what your doing," he sneered, his eyes boring into my soul as a sheepish smirk appeared across my visage. "No.. not at all. Why?" My voice innocent as I played with his mind. "You think it's okay to be such a tease?" His words barely coming out of his mouth as he grinded his teeth together. "You think it's okay to walk around with that fucking tiny skirt and turn me on like that?" He spoke while he breathed down my neck. "I have no idea wh-what your talking about," my words tripping over one another as I attempted to put up my act.

His lips ghosted over mine as his fingers trailed down my body causing me to shudder. Sending me on the edge of breaking character, his thumb slightly pulled down on my lower lip, exposing my flesh as I almost started to melt underneath him. Since I couldnt let that happen, I hastily swapped positions so that he was now flipped under me. "Impatient are we?" I questioned teasingly while the tip of my finger traced the outline of his jaw, later waking off into the other direction, intentionally making sure I swayed my hips.

—

Deciding that it was for the best, I somehow ended up leaving Draco alone. No more teasing, no more nothing. He was beginning to get irritated with me and seeing him get infuriated was the last thing anyone wanted so I ended up backing out.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked while I lifted his arm so I could slip under him. He harshly pulled away from my grasp and neither did he reply. "Draco... I'm sorry," the last of my words becoming quiet as I backed away from him.

"I thought I told you that I hate being teased in public," the tone in his voice filled with anger as he got up from the couch, his back turned towards me. "I know but- its kind of fun seeing you all flushed," I responded before he cut me off. "Flushed? You tease me, you play with me and then you go after Blaise?" He groaned, turning his twisted face around as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Okay I'm sorry- I'll quit being such a tease. I won't do it next time," I huffed as he looked me up and down, a smirk spreading across his face. Leaning into my ear, his other hand snaked across my waist as he whispered gently causing me to flush. "There won't be a 'next time',"

—

The next day I went down to the great hall for some breakfast and sat myself down next to Goyle. "Can someone pass me the syrup?" My voice eager to devour the stack of pancakes in front of me until I saw Draco walking into the halls with his arm slung over Pansy Parkinson.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breathe, as they took their seat opposite me. Aware that he was just trying to get me back, I ignored their presence and continued feasting on the delicious food that sat before me. Glancing up at him through my thick lashes, I could see the distorted look on his face as he furrowed his brows in confusion. He probably thought to himself 'why isn't she paying attention?'.

The whole day had passed by and I sat in 4th period besides Hermione Granger, slumping deeper into my seat the more she shot her hand up to answer the teachers questions. My gaze diverted onto the clock, watching it tick away. There were only 2 minutes left until class ended and I was particularly eager about 5th period mainly because it was Snape's class and Draco was my partner.

I wanted to see what type of show he was going to put up so I threw my head back against my chair waiting until the professor dismissed the class. Grabbing my stuff and walking down to Potions class, I sucked in a sharp breathe before entering and taking my seat beside Malfoy. Scooting myself away from him, I acted as if he was invisible and fixed my attention onto the lesson.

"Mad are you?" He whispered, moving his chair closer to me, a wide grin curling from the corner of his mouth. "Why would I be mad? I'm not your girlfriend anyways," I firedback uninterested. "What makes you say that?" The tone in his voice softer than before as he glanced at my side profile. "I mean aren't you with Pansy?" I spoke lifelessly as if this subject was the most dead thing ever. "Could say the same for you... aren't you with Zabini?" His voice sending me over the edge, my mouth breaking out into a small smile.

"You really do know how to get on my nerves don't you?" My nose scrunching up as I flicked my hair in his face. Suddenly, he placed his hand on my knee, pulling at it. "Draco- What are you doing?" I questioned as my breathing hitched. "payback," he replied as his eyes changed into aluminium grey while he looked up at me through his dense, long lashes, lifting a brow.

Pushing my skirt past my thighs, his long fingers, corded with blue veins, glided up the silky, smooth surface of my skin causing me to purse my lips tightly as I gripped onto the edge of the desk. Inch by inch, he gradually closed the distance between the tip of his fingers to My now pulsing cunt. The heat raised to my cheeks making me blush hard as he sensually dragged his finger up my fully clothed heat making me jolt out of my seat, panting slightly.

"Miss. Y/l/n your disturbing the class, please take your seat now," ordered Snape as I ran my hand over my hair in second hand embarrassment. "Right- I'm sorry," I apologised before wearily seating myself again, a tiny giggle being held back from Draco.

—

"What the HELL do you think you were doing back there? You could have got us both into trouble!" My voice raising at him. "Darling relax, your only being like this because I almost embarrassed you," he stated, a look of temptation appearing on him. Plopping myself onto my bed I crossed my arms. "Can't you just leave me alone like I did with you?" I argued as he stood leaning against the wall with a cocky smirk that soon vanished. "No. You should have known better and now you've got no where to run," he retorted, as he came closer towards me, his hair tousled and his tie hung loosely around his neck. "What makes you think you can get away with anything?" He asked as he crouched down, his face level with mine.

Deciding to be mature, I kept my mouth closed instead of fighting back because I full on knew things would get out of hand. "Can't give me an answer now can you?" He taunted his grin drooping as his facial expression transitioned into a look of perilous. Grabbing at my face, forcing me too look straight into his intimidating gaze he leaned into my ear whispering 'open your legs' before shoving me back.

He was fuming with anger and I knew there was nothing better than getting him exasperated, especially when he looked incredibly sexy and irresistible. “No, were already One On One,” I answered making him cock his brow. “Did you just disobey me? I said open. Your. Legs,” his voice coarse and rough. “Make me open them,” I replied innocently, as I closed my legs tight.

Pushing my knees apart, he hooked his arms into my legs pulling me closer to the edge of my bed, my skirt riding up. Propping up on my elbows, I batted my lashes as if I were to be the most holy and pure person ever. “You dare disobey me like that,” he sneered before brushing his fingers against my pulsating cunt causing me to shift under him. The way his arm pushed my small figure deep into the mattress as he placed his tongue onto my clothed heat made me whimper underneath. “Oh my mer-,” I struggled to say as his tongue teased the skin on the side of my heat making me ache.

Within seconds, he looped a finger onto my soaking, transparent panties, pulling them to the side to take a quick view of my now throbbing pink, pussy that practically wanted him all over me. Trying to wriggle out of his firm hold, he pushed me down even deeper, as I tried to shimmy my skirt down past my thighs until he shoved away my hand. “Keep it on,” he demanded.

Positioning his head in the place I needed him the most he again pulled my panties to the side, blowing cold air onto my throbbing clit making me squirm. Giving me a little grin, he devoured into my entrance, slowly and sensually pulling and lapping at my clit, sending me into a sudden state of euphoria. Adding his thumb in, he rubbed slow and delicate circles on my little bundle of never as he ran his tongue up and down my slit continuously before applying even more pressure to my nerve. “Draco I- please- I cant,” my voice begging him to stop as the feeling made me sensitive.

I could hear him growl ‘No’ deeply into my pussy, sending me over the edge, making me tug at his tousled blonde strands as he made out with my heat. Plunging two digits into my entrance without a warning, I let out a huge moan as he picked up the pace of his thrusting while he multitasked. “Draco oh god- I cant take it anymore,” my pleading voice breaking in between as my legs shook, trying to close around his head.

Almost on the edge of releasing, he withdrawed away from me, almost panting as he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why did you stop?” I squeaked as I say upright. “That’s what you deserve,” he responded as he adjusted his tie his fingertips now running through his hair. Trying to shut my legs together, I squealed in desperation for the numb feeling to go away. “Draco- I cant walk, I’m sore as hell,” I whined as I threw my head back in pain.

“Learn how to walk yourself,” he riposted before heading his way out of the door.

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{+18} - Law x Fem Best Friend ♥ CH. 5 – FINAL PART

♥ Daily living with the Heart pirates crew AU. ♥ Spoilers after Dressrosa Arc. Law´s backstory. Wano kuni arc. ♥ Female reader. Little physical description. Everybody is 18+, canon ages. ♥ TW: NSFW, violence. Drama (a lot of it), some broken bones. And fluff, a lot of it. No further warnings. If you think I should include some feel free to tell me ♥A/N: thank you so so much for reading until the end of this story. I enjoyed writing these chapters so much! I hope you enjoyed it as much as me. I’ll be pleased to accept any request or commentaries on this or other fics.

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Chapter 5

Next thing I remember was opening my eyes and seeing Law’s face. He was carrying me in his arms, my hearing went from a loud buzzing to his voice. “Y/n-ya, answer me, come back, are you with me??”, my best friend kept asking me while running. I gave him a smile, and the only thing I could say to him was, “I’m sorry”, until I passed out again.

The night sky was deep blue, full of stars and a big moon that enlightened the whole room. I recovered my senses a few hours after, since Law has saved my life, once again. He was next to me, brushing his hand over my forehead, looking straight at the door with his katana on the other hand. I was lying on my bed. Around me, a whole disaster, everything I owned was scattered over the floor.

Once again, the first words that came out from my mouth were “I’m sorry”. I have put my whole crew, Law, and even my life in danger just because of my stupid pride… My personal doctor smiled at me and told me to shut up. He began to cry, openly, looking directly to my face. He was not hiding under his hat, not even over my chest. He was showing me how hurt he was, and this was for sure the very first time I’ve seen him cry like this. “I am the one who should be sorry. I left you alone, I abandoned you. Everything because I was scared, because I didn't want to accept how much I love you, I was afraid of changing, of putting you in danger. Look how you’ve ended because of me, they were searching for me…” he said, hitting his chest with his hand in a fist. He continued, “That’s the reason I wouldn’t really admit that the love I felt was more than just caring for a friend… I’m sorry Y/n-ya. I’m sorry… everything I said, it was a lie… I’ve loved you since...forever. You were always my star, the only person I could look at, when I was in the dark, you shine so bright, you light up my soul…”. I tried to get up from bed, but a throbbing pain on my ribs stopped me from it. “ugh… Law…”, he told me to remain still on bed, and informed me that 5 of my left ribs were broken. I wanted to say so many things, to tell him it was alright, that I wanted to go back to the polar and resume our journey as if nothing happened, but… it wasn’t that easy, I was hurt too. I remained silent, looking through the window, searching for the best words to say, to express everything I had inside my chest.

I finally decided to speak. Law was still crying, but he wouldn’t guard down, he was protecting me. I said, “Oi, dumbass… how did you find me?”, “I followed your vivre card, of course” he answered sobbing. “Yeah, but… how did you get here so fast? where were you?”, I asked. I guess his cheeks turned to red, he seemed as if he was blushing, and after stuttering a little, he confessed, “I.. we.. I stayed in the submarine on the other side of the island, I was scared. Everybody agreed on waiting for you…”.

He was always here?... of course, he was, his vivre card would always point to the same place. And... that time I went exploring the whole island, I thought I saw the guys in the distance, on the shore… I... thought it was just my imagination… I began to cry and laugh at the same time, covering my eyes with my hands. “I love you, dumbass. I love you more than anything, you were always here, you didn’t abandon me”. Suddenly I was so happy, I knew he wouldn’t leave me, I knew he would always protect me... I knew it. I was full of joy...

Law laid next to me in bed, softly because he knew how hurt I was, hugged me and kissed my forehead. He had the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. He looked so relieved. The warmth I felt on my chest when I had his vivre card over, I was now feeling it all over my body.

We stayed like this for a few minutes until Law said, “You need to rest, and I need to be alert in case some more bastards come”. I calmed him, “they won’t come here, they think we are on the submarine, leaving this city… Do you remember your vivre card?”. He looked at me, worried. I continued, “I’m sure you think that yonkou’s subordinates have found and stolen your vivre card from here, right?”. He nodded and said, impatient, "yes, when I was beating the shit out of them, I heard that they have finally found it, how come they don't have it?". “If I have learned something from you throughout all of this years is to plan things out… Yesterday morning, before leaving home I got the feeling that I should carry your vivre card with me…” I slowly pulled the little paper from my bra and showed it to him. He widened his eyes and was about to say something, but I resumed speaking like a smart detective, “Yet, a few days ago I thought of how dangerous it was that someone could find your vivre card, my dear ex Shichibukai…so, I made a fake one, I used some fish scales that I took from a fish of the river to make it, write your name on it, and leave it on that little box you now see empty over the dresser. So, I think they might be following that fish...”. Law’s face was priceless, at first, he was dumbfounded, but a few seconds later we both burst into laughing.

Despite how painful it was to laugh with a few broken ribs I couldn’t help it. It was too funny, and it was the first time I laughed since a long long time. I missed those days when we were younger, had no place to stay and even if the cold was getting into the bones, a few stupid phrases of Bepo or Penguin made us laugh uncontrollably. It was, after all, our "Laugh Tale".

“Oi, you should eat something, are you hungry?”, asked my doctor, to which I replied with a sexy smile “I am hungry for you, doc”. “I’d love to fuck you right here, right now, as hard as I want, but It wouldn’t be ethic, you’ll be in pain…” he said straightforwardly to my face. I gasped; I love how Law gets when he is horny… “Now, tell me where the food is, I’m going to cook something”, he said and I pointed to a few groceries that were still on the counter.

Law gathered a few of the things that were scattered all over the floor and promised me to clean everything up tomorrow. He was acting like a husband, how cute.

I contemplated how he focused on cooking frowning. The last time I saw him cooking was when we were little, sometimes he woke me up with breakfast, sometimes he would broil some potatoes, but somehow every time he did, his eyes got sad. So, before Penguin, Shachi and Bepo arrived I normally cooked for him.

“Here, let me help you sit on the bed”, he said, bringing two plates of some risotto he made for us. He left the plates over the floor, hugged me, put a pillow behind my back and sat me on the bed.

“Mmmh, where did you learn to cook risotto, Law? This meal is delicious!”, I said, delighted with the taste of the food. He looked at me with one of his cheeks poofed with food and smiled with his eyes. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that smile, I’m so in love with him, damn it…

The foliage of the trees that surrounded my little room began to move every time the autumn breeze blew through them. Everything was so calm. I felt as if no more danger was around me, as if nothing that could happen from now on, could be worse than being apart from Law.

We chatted for a little bit while eating, we were happy, no worries, Law never stopped smiling and neither did I. He helped me to lay down on bed again, and he did the same next to me. “I love you”, Law whispered to me while grabbing my face with his hands, softly caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. Our noses touching, both smiling. “I love you too…”.

Morning came and a sweet smell of honey woke me up. Law was softly kissing my forehead with a cup of tea on his hands. “Good morning darling, I made you a green tea with honey”. I covered my mouth trying not to laugh, but it was impossible. I broke out laughing. Don’t get me wrong, I thought that what he did was the most cute thing ever… but… can you imagine Trafalgar D. Water Law being all cute and romantic? “This is the first time you call me “darling”, I’m sorry”, I said and kept giggling. His face changed to a poutier one so I stopped laughing, “I’m sorry Law… I mean… babe?.” I said and took a sip of the tea.

He gave me a little smirk, and directed his sight to the floor while saying, “I’m ok with any name you call me, I like “babe”, It makes me happy”. This was the first time I saw him in love, and it was… with me.

After breakfast, he washed the dishes and called Bepo. “Aya aya, Captain!! how are you? is Y/n with you? is she ok?!”, screamed the polar bear on the other side of the line. “Oi Bepo, yes, she is with me, she is ok. Are you ok? did you notice something suspicious or any movements last night?”. Ah… Law, always talking like he is some sort of a secret agent of the marines…. “Captain, Penguin speaking. We saw two ships leave the coast at night, they got the Beast pirates flag. They didn’t see us; we were hiding as you told”. “Perfect, Y/n-ya has five broken ribs, I put them in place, but she will have to rest on the mainland for a few days, the pressure of the submarine could make the pain worse if she goes immediately underwater. Please, keep informing me at any suspicious movement. And don’t worry, they aren’t following my vivre card”, Law informed my nakamas and hung up the den den mushi.

“Y/n-ya... darling… I should change your bandages and treat your wounds, are you up for it?”, he asked like the good doctor he is. “Yes, honey, let’s do it. I’m sure you already know, but there are some supplies in the bathroom, but If they aren’t enough, you could go and ask Dr. Saturn, I’ve been working with him as his medical assistant”, I told him. He looked at me, and suddenly his eyes turned to fire. Law rarely loses his taciturn countenance, but that time his face transformed into pure hate. “What is it?”, I asked him without any clue of what was happening. “That bastard, that “doctor”, he sold you to the pirates”, he almost shouted. Profoundly shocked, I mumbled “What? how… how did you know?”. “I investigated while we were apart, I didn’t mean to follow you or else, but… I was worried, I wanted to protect you… even though I let these things happen to you”, he said now with a guilty tone, while unfolding the bandages. “It’s ok, it’s now over, from now on we will be together to protect us” ... I told him with a side smile that soon turned into a little wince.

Soon I was left with no bandages on my body, my torso naked, covered in bruises and scuffs. Law softly brushed some cotton embedded on alcohol over the scuffs, he was so delicate that It felt almost as a tickle sensation. His hands always worked as stethoscopes because of the Ope Ope no mi, so he then placed a hand over my heart and checked my heartbeat. The cold breeze and the soft touch of his hands over my nipples made them turn hard, and a little gasp slipped out of my mouth. The touch of skin over mine lit a fire inside of me.

Law looked at me top to bottom, finally worshipping with his intense grey eyes, my boobs. Licking his upper lip, he slowly approached his mouth over one of my erect nipples. He licked it from bottom up, fixing his eyes on mine, smirking sexy. My body squirmed as the sensation of his wet tongue struck me with a wave of pleasure. Even if It hurt, even if I had a few broken ribs, that little action made me wish he fucked me hard, I needed to, I had a real lust for him.

He kept on using his mouth, he would lick, softly bite, suck both of my tits, gently enough to avoid my ribs hurt.

“Oi, let me put you some bandages, if not… we can’t continue…”, he said. And I, that I was lost in the arousal that Law was producing on me, agreed. He started folding my torso with the elastic bandages, the pressure over my skin that sometimes hurt, also contributed to the heat of the moment. “Imagine if instead of bandages, I used some ropes…” he softly whispers next to my ear from behind.

I turned my face to the side and reached for his mouth. We kissed passionately, lustfully, erotically.

The bandages were so tightly snuggled that I couldn’t feel any pain. Law managed to tight them perfectly so they could be holding my ribs but letting my breasts free of them.

My lover delicately laid me down on the bed, took off his shirt and settled over me. Law ran his hand over my face, caressing my skin, while maintaining his weight with the other arm at the side of my head. I kissed his palm with the side of my mouth. This moment felt magical for us, our eyes interlocked with pure love for each other, it was more than just pleasure. He was making love to me, and I did too.

His fingers travelled from my face to my sex, getting moistened with how wet I was. His tattooed index finger lingered over my clit tracing circles around and over it. A few moments later he put the finger on my mouth requesting me with a “taste your flavour” to lick his finger. I sucked it so lewdly, that made him groan loudly.

He knelt in front of me and used his middle and ring finger with a “come hither” motion inside of me, spotting the G point, making me arch my back and moan loudly. And as if that pleasure wasn’t enough, he also used his tongue over my pleasure button. I cummed so hard, squirting his whole hand.

Far from being exhausted I invited Law to release the bulge trapped into his trousers and to come near my mouth. “I want you to jack off and fuck my mouth, babe” I asked him with an inviting obscene tone. The surgeon gasped and as fast as he could took his pants off. I opened my mouth with my head over the pillow sticking my tongue out, awaiting to taste his sweet member.

First, I licked it, then I grabbed it with my hands and placed it inside of my mouth. Law was so heated that couldn’t resist himself and hold my jaw in order to fuck my mouth, first cautiously, but then violently as he left himself go with the desire and the pleasure he was experiencing. I fixed my teary eyes on his, choking with the length and width of his hard rock pennis. He didn’t finish, but instead, went straight to fuck me.

Again, he was settled over me, delicately penetrating me, with soft thrusts at first but increasing the pace with every pounding. He strongly held my wrists over my head while fucking me.

Letting me go he approached his body to mine, letting the side of his abs slightly rest over my stomach in order not to put so much pressure over my ribs. He charged all of his weight over the right side of his body and his elbow on the bed and kept on fucking me. The penetration was slowly just for the both of us to feel every movement in detail. Law stroked my hair as I whined more and more with pleasure. We both came almost together, with our mouths pressed moaning “I love you”.

Three days after, I felt better enough to take a walk, so after the guys confirmed that the city was free of dangerous enemies, we left the house for the first time. The fall had fully arrived at the island, warmth colours, chilly breeze that softly made some far away sunflower fields dance, the floor covered in dry red and brown tinted leaves, a few pumpkins that the citizen had on their porches, some shop owners already putting up Halloween decorations and a few kids playing on the street were part of the scenery of our walk. Law didn’t speak much as always, and I was enjoying how his tanned skin got bathed by the orangey tones of the afternoon sun.

Eventually, we arrived at the city centre, where the local producers market was taking place. I told Law that I wanted to buy some flowers from Mrs. Ann stand at the fair as I always did. He smiled at me, showing he agreed, and I started almost running. I recognized that I could be a little childish and impulsive sometimes, especially for someone like Law. “Oi! don’t run babe!!” he warned me and grabbed my hand in order to stop me. I looked back at him; my hair got blown by the wind as well as my skirt. I gave him a wide grin, slid my arm so that he could now hold my hand and pulled him towards me. The very first seconds he looked so mad at me, but then he let himself go and followed my pace with a big smile. We were almost running, holding hands, making the crows and larks fly off the streets scared of us.

“Hello Mrs. Ann, I’m here to buy you some pretty flowers, what bouquets do you suggest?” I asked the florist. “Hello, my dear! you seemed so happy today! who is this handsome young man that joins you today?!”, she said curious. My smile quickly faded, and I realized that we still haven’t talked about what we actually are, so, “Uhm… he is…”, “His boyfriend, I’m his boyfriend”, Law ended my sentence with a straight face. I blushed and giggled, I felt as if a hundred butterflies were flying inside of my stomach. Mrs Ann smiled at us, with genuine happiness, and said “So, this time we should let him pick the flowers for you, right young man?”. Law pointed to the sunflower’s bouquet and timidly said “Those, her favourite flowers are sunflowers, so I guess I’ll take those”. “Good choice boy, you know why sunflowers are so special? They usually face the sun, but whenever it is cloudy, they face each other so they get enough energy… Same goes with couples, whenever there are clouds in the sky, they should count on each other, until the sun comes back again, and both can enjoy it together”. Law smiled at her and then at me, I know for sure that we both count with each other, I know we do. We bought some more groceries and ended up having a picnic on the fields. This life was somehow better than I thought, but soon our couple time should be over. Our journey must continue, our missions should be complete, and we were young, we would have plenty of time once we achieve our goals to grow old together.

Two days after we returned to the submarine, and despite spending the last two days thinking of a better way to communicate with our crew that we… were dating, we couldn’t find the perfect way. Law was mortified, he hates to show emotions, and whenever our crew knows the big news, the amount of energy it's going to be too much to handle.

We could sight the Polar Tang that was moored on the coast, everybody was on the deck waving at us, shouting our names. Law was slowly hiding under the coat collar with every scream, and I was waving at them. I have missed them so much. “Guuuuuys!! guuuuuys!!! oii!!” I screamed, Law grabbed my hand and said, “be careful, you are not fully recovered yet”. “I’m sorry doc, I’ll behave… I promise. That means also no more sex until I get fully healthy, right?” He looked at me with a “how dare you?” expression but I kept talking, “fufufu… don’t worry I was joking, I couldn’t say no to getting railed by you, babe…”. I winked at him and he smirked saying “You are a lost cause…”.

The whole crew hugged me, expressing to me how much they have missed me, that I shouldn’t ever leave again and asked me why the hell I had left the submarine in the first place. I told them that tonight we should have a party and that Law, and I would explain everything in detail. My nakamas agreed on such a good plan and began to prepare everything to set sail.

I saw Law carrying my stuff inside, so I followed him. He entered his room with my baggage, and I stopped at the door… “Law, why are you putting my stuff in your room?” I asked, a little confused. “We are going to sleep together from now on, this should be your room too, right?” I widened my eyes, what have I done to the cold emo boy I once knew? I was pleased but surprised for sure. “Well, I’m fluttered, are you willing to hear me snore every night from now on?”, I asked, mocking him. “I’m ok with hearing you snore, if that is the price I have to pay for fucking you every night and cuddling with you”, he said, with a calm attitude. We both laughed and he helped me to unpack everything. While putting everything in place I saw an old polaroid we took back at Dressrosa after the big fight over his nightstand, and over it there was the necklace I had returned to him last time I was in the submarine. “Oi, babe, can you put me the necklace back, please” I said, holding it in my hands and showing it to him. Law smiled, approached me, and while he passed the chain on my neck, he said “Next jewel I’d like to put on you will be a ring…”. I giggled a little and kissed his cheek.

The night came and we were already in the middle of the sea, the sky was garnished with little stars that lit up our party, and the guys were drinking, dancing, and shouting. I decided that I’ll never leave them again, whatever comes to us, whatever happens between Law and I, this was my family, and I would be always with them no matter what.

I went inside looking for a blanket because the night breeze at the open sea could be quite cold. We usually keep some blankets in a little room next to the kitchen for easy access in case we emerge, and someone has to guard on the outside. Suddenly someone hugged me from behind. I instantly recognized my beloved sweet scent. He placed his chin over my shoulders, and his hands wrapped around my low stomach. We remained like this for a few moments, enjoying our company, dancing to the music that came from outside. We began to kiss gently, and Law closed the little door. We laughed while our lips were still pressed and then with our foreheads also. The joy and intimacy I experienced was so cute, as if we were just married… "stop, let me help us with something, SILENTO" I said, and snapped my fingers, creating a safe space where nobody in the submarine could listen to us with the power of my Nagi Nagi no mi. "Nobody can hear us now, we can be as naughty as we want'' I told him with a lascivious expression while grabbing him by his chin. That probably fanned the flames even more, so he pushed me against the wall and while kissing me, he started unbuttoning my trousers, and then almost ripping my panties off too. He put 2 fingers on my mouth for me to suck on them just to made them wet with my saliva. He shoved them into my pussy and moved them as he only knew how to. While he was fingering me, with the hand that until then was on my breast, he took off his pants revealing a huge erection that was about to be inside of me.

He grabbed one of my thighs, holding it up, just to spread my legs even more so he could fuck me even deeper, right there, standing, with my back pressed against some sort of metallic wall. I wasn't able to think anything besides how I wanted him to fulfill me with his hard cock. He fucked me so hard, I almost lost full control of my limbs, thank God he was holding me as If I weighed anything less than a feather. Damn, how strong he is. We let ourselves go, and after lustfully enjoying our fleshly lusts, we decided it was time to come back to the party. We were unaware that we climbed the leather to the deck holding hands and smiling at each other, so all of a sudden, the music stopped, as well as the murmur of the crew. Shachi shouted, “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! of course everything that happened was because of this!” I closed my eyes, waiting for Law to shout and order them to shut the fuck up, but instead he said, “Of course it was because of this, it doesn’t take too much to come up to the conclusion… you idiot”. I started laughing, followed by my nakamas. The whole night came by with us celebrating my return to the submarine and the new couple...

A few adventures and two years after. End of the Grand Line, Laugh Tale Island…

I could still hear Mugiwara and Law laughing, we have achieved the last island, and you won't believe what the “One Piece” was, but that is just a whole different story that maybe I’ll tell you about it other time.

I was over the deck of the Polar Tang, admiring the beauty of the island that left the horizon back at us… I was thinking how many things we have been through to finally get here. Life hasn’t been easy to none of us, but surely, we made it happier, together. I wonder what our future has prepared us from now on.

A strong wind blew my hair, and I could sense as if someone was behind me. I thought it was Law, but when I turned around, I saw a blond man, wearing a blue feather coat, a heart patterned shirt and a hat that I could recognize real fast. His image wasn’t clear, but I could see him though. “Hello, Mrs. Trafalgar, please don’t freak out. I’m sure you know who I am… I came here to thank you. Thank you for taking care of my little boy, how big he got…”. I knew he was “Cora-san”, I wasn’t scared, I knew he was the kindest person in the world. “Thank you, Mr. Rosinante, you saved Law’s life, I’ll always be grateful for what you’ve done for him. He is who he is for you”. The guy with a blue mark under his right eye, and some lipstick that made his smile even bigger, nodded and said, “by the way, congrats, Rosinante could be a great name, plus it goes well with the D…”. Next, I heard Law calling me “Y/N-ya, what are you doing here all by yourself?”, I turned around and he was coming my way, with a confused expression. I looked back at where Rosinante was, but he had already disappeared.

Law hugged me, he was happy and placed his head on my chest. “Did I tell you how much I love to hear your heart beating?”, he asked me still with his head over my chest. “You did, darling, it won’t ever stop beating for you”. Law smiled but suddenly his face turned to a more serious one. He stopped hugging me, and asked with a worried face, “Babe, how many hearts do you have?”, “You are a cardiac surgeon, I’m sure you know how many hearts I have, Law”, I said laughing. “Yeah, because I know that people normally have one, it’s not normal that I hear two hearts beating inside of… wait…” He stopped talking, looked at me and concluded everything in no time. “Babe… are you?... Am I going to be... a father?”, he said with tears on his eyes. “Congratulations, daddy”, I said, and Law hugged me so tight, holding me up in the air crying with pure joy in his heart. We remained hugged until a little bird flew past over us and a blue feather felt over us…

The End ♥

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dianapana · 3 years

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SH Day 6: Marriage Agreement: ‘Til Our Contract Do Us Part

@sasuhinamonth

Hello dears, this prompt is composed of an older story that I changed a bit here and there and finished just now (it’s somewhat finished as in the ending isn’t too open, but it is open enough for me to continue if I ever wish to). I was very excited to finally use it after having it in my docs for idk maybe a year or so. It’s veeery long compared to what I usually write for these prompts but it just didn’t feel right to split it into parts anywhere.

~Love, Dia

Modern AU, OOC

Champaign

Hinata couldn’t help but sigh in relief when the waiters started walking around with trays full of Champaign glasses, it meant that the speech and toast part would come soon, that was her dad’s way of ending these events, thanking everyone for coming. Usually after the toast people drank their glasses quite fast and they all shook hands with Hiashi before leaving, considering there were about a hundred people around that would take about another hour. She made it thought the preparations for the event and the event itself which took over 7 hours, the worst parts ended, she will survive the goodbyes.

Once the trays were all empty and everyone had a glass in hand Hiashi walked to the middle of the room at what seemed to be the slowest speed possible. Everyone was watching him, nobody dared talk. For most people this wasn’t their first Hyuuga Event and they knew how things worked, and even those that attended it for the first time were smart enough to follow everyone’s lead and stay quiet.

Finally reaching his usual spot Hiashi rose his glass and started speaking. Hinata sent a small prayer to the heavens wishing the speech to be short.

“I want to start by thanking everyone for coming over tonight, especially in such a short notice” it was indeed short notice, Hyuuga events happen 2 times a year on the 20th March and 23rd September; spring and fall equinox. But Hiashi decided a month ago that a mid-June event needed to be held this year. Nobody knew why. “I hope everyone had a pleasant time today, from our oldest friends,” Hiashi said turning to the Nara and Yamanaka leaders “to our newest friends” his eyes moved to Fugaku Uchiha “and everyone in between”

Hiashi started talking about the notion of friendship and how important bonds are in ‘our world’. Hinata could tell the speech would be a long one, and with every bullshit word coming out of her father’s mouth she wanted to roll her eyes. But she couldn’t. The elders were watching her every move, Neji and Hanabi were in the same position, having eyes on them at all times. They all had to smile and nod and act like these events are their favourite place to be, no matter how big of a lie that was. She was tired, the servant woke her up at 5 in the morning to start getting ready, her father didn’t agree with the first two dresses she had put on, the putting on and taking off, took her about 2 hours in total and was extremely exhausting despite the help from the servants. The preparations for the event also took longer than usual. Her father kept telling her how important it was for her to behave. Hinata had never been the one to cause problems during such events, no matter how much she hated them, but for some reasons, it was her that was always given the longest lectures.

The windows were open at least and the night summer wind gently blew inside. The dress Hiashi approved of was a deep red long evening gown. All the skirt layers were extremely heavy and she had been standing on high heels for longer than it should be humanly possible, the corset was so tightly tied, at times she’d have issues breathing and to top it all off the dress had long lace sleeves which were sticking to her skin. It had not been a fun dress to wear in the middle of a heatwave. Her mind was still drifting in space when all of a sudden, her father stopped talking.

“I know many of you have been wondering the reason for this event and we shall let you know. Fugaku would you mind joining me?” The Uchiha leader went to the centre of the room as well. Whispers started going around the crowd, nothing like that had ever happened before. Hinata looked to Neji trying to see if he was aware of any of that, but her cousin would not make eye contact with her. Neji’s head was lowered, his fist was clenched and the hand around the glass was white-knuckled, it was a miracle the glass hadn’t shattered in a million pieced from his grip. Neji was aware of what was about to happen and he was not pleased.

“Today is the first time in over 100 years when the Hyuuga and the Uchiha families meet in peace at an event such as this. The bond between the two is alone a motif to celebrate but we must do everything in our power to keep this bond as strong as we can which is why we have decided to bind the families together thought marriage.” Hiashi’s voice boomed with pride. The crowd’s whispers grew in intensity. Hinata looked at Hanabi, both girls looking shocked and even scared. Hanabi wanted to reach out and hold her older sister’s hand. Grip it tight and pray that they both get over this event intact, but before she could make a move Hiashi started speaking again. “Hinata, my daughter would you please come here”

All eyes turned to her. Her heart beat a thousand times per second, despite her sudden fear her body moved gracefully, her mind was in utter chaos but her body knew the drill, it obeyed whatever her father told her to do. As she was passing by people, a familiar hand gripped her for a moment, trying to say so many is such a small touch. Ino, her best friend, tried to give her all the strength she had, she wanted to assure her everything will be fine, and also thought that touch she said sorry. She said goodbye. Hinata reached her father’s side and turned towards the people. She had never been in the front of the ballroom before, had never had all the eyes on her. Hiashi put his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her, the kind of smile she had never seen before. The smile she had wished to see as a child, there was pride and content in it, but it only made Hinata’s heart break further. The emotions were not directed at her as a human, he was not proud of her, his pride came from finally finding it, a way to get rid of her. He had married her off.

“Sasuke my son, come!” Fugaku’s command was just as loud and even stiffer. Hinata found Ino’s eyes in the crowd. Her friend was crying silent tears. Seeing Ino cry made Hinata oddly detached. It was a strange sensation, she almost felt like her soul had left the body and she was watching from somewhere far away all of this happening to somebody else. The Hyuuga girl moved her eyes from her friend to the man walking towards them. Her future husband.

Once the young Uchiha stood in place Hiashi raised his glass and finished the toast. “To my beautiful daughter and her fiancé,” they cheered for her. They drank for her. And yet she didn’t. The Champaign glass was still full. She was lost… not in thought, her mind was blank but she wasn’t present either.

“Look alive princess” Came a voice from her right. Sasuke took her glass and finished it in one gulp. He placed both his and her glasses on the tray of a waiter and took her hand and kissed the back of it. People gasped and whispered. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. With her on heels, his mouth came to her ear. “Smile sunshine. This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Fool them all” His voice was oddly gentle and it broke something in her. She would have cried but Sasuke was right; she had a part to play. Taking a small breath in Hinata fell in character.

Hiashi told them to do the honours and say goodbye to everyone, after all that was their engagement party. Hinata looked up at the man she would spend her life with and gave him a sweet and shy smile, she even managed to make herself blush when he smiled back at him. She smiled and blushed whenever someone congratulated them or made a comment about their engagement. From time to time, she’d steal a glance at Sasuke and look at him with what she hoped came across as admiration. They made eye contact a few times, he winked at her twice. They were both playing their parts flawlessly. One could not tell that they had never met before, that they were not indeed lovers. Fugaku called Sasuke to him and Hinata was left alone to say goodbye to the guests. A few older ladies praised her for being able to catch such a handsome husband.

The next in line was Gaara. Hinata’s heart broke a little more upon seeing him. He too looked sad, which her brain turned to something else despite knowing it not to be true. Her feelings for Gaara had not gone away as she had hoped they would after finding out that he was in a secret relationship. “I am sorry Hinata” He whispered as he kissed her cheek. There was nothing either of them could do, people were waiting in line to talk to her after Gaara. Her father and fiancé were in front. Hinata smiled and thanked him just as she had everyone else. Gaara would not save her, he couldn’t and even if he could…he wouldn’t.

Ino was one of the last people to come talk to her. She had gone to the bathroom to pull herself together after crying. The blonde was stronger than that, but she had cried for Hinata because at that moment Hinata could not afford to cry. The Yamanaka girl hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear encouragements that they both knew would not help.

Everyone had left but the Uchiha family and the main Hyuuga family. Even the Hyuuga elders had seen themselves out. Habani was nowhere to be seen. Neji, her father, Sasuke, Fugaku and Sasuke’s elder brother Itachi were all talking among themselves. To the side was Mikoto, Sasuke’s mom. Hinata was still by the door; now that everyone had left, she was unsure of what to do, under normal circumstances she would be allowed to leave and go to her room, but her father hadn’t dismissed her yet. The Uchiha woman looked to her, smiled and started walking towards her.

“You look lovely dear. I’ve been keeping my eye on you the whole event but Fugaku would not allow me to come and talk to you sooner. Come dear let’s sit down and gossip while the men talk business”. The two women walked to the first table and sat down next to each other. “The event was so long; I thought your father would never make his speech. It must have been hard for you too, staying all those hours on high heels and in that dress, what were the servants thinking giving you such a heavy and warm dress to wear; do they not know it’s summer?” Mikoto went on about trivia things a moment longer. Hinata had yet to say a word, however, her future mother-in-law didn’t seem to mind her silence, for she filled it with mindless talk.

“I know it’s a difficult time for you,” The woman said and took Hinata’s hands in hers. “They were unfair to you, they should have let you know earlier.” Mikoto touched a strand of Hinata’s hair. “You have nothing to fear. We are a good family. My son will take care of you. It will take a while for you to adjust I know, but this is not the end of the world.”

Hinata opened her mouth to say something but found her throat was so dry she couldn’t say anything. After clearing her throat, she tried again. “Will I be leaving with you tonight?” the idea of leaving tonight and not being able to say goodbye to anyone was unboreable.

“No sweetheart. The Uchiha is an old family with old traditions, you will move in with Sasuke only on the night of the wedding. It is a sin to live under the same roof before that.” Hinata nodded. At least she still had some time before that.

“When is the wedding?”

It was easy to see Mikoto was an affectionate person, she moved her chair to be closer to Hinata and hugged her. Something about the woman put her at ease, her voice and hair reminded her of Hikari, her own mother, it was a strange feeling. “The wedding will be in three months. Before that we have to pick a dress, everything else has been pretty much done, you can look over everything and make the last-minute decisions. Of course you and Sasuke will spend some time together to get to know each other and-“.She was cut off by Sasuke himself when he addressed her “Mother” Mikoto squeezed her harder one more time before letting Hinata go. The woman got to her feet and kissed Sasuke’s cheek. “Goodbye Hinata, I will see you soon dear”

She and Sasuke were now alone. He took a seat in the chair Mikoto had emptied. For a moment they didn’t talk. It was all moving along too fast for Hinata to comprehend. Just under 2 hours ago, all she wanted was the event to end so she could sleep. Nothing could have prepared her for the change her life took. It almost felt like it wasn’t real; or that it was all happening to someone else. She had not made a single decision about this.

“Tomorrow I’ll come and we will have lunch together and talk more. It has been a full and exhausting day.” His voice was just as gentle as it was when he whispered to her before. “What would you prefer we eat? I will make reservations ahead of time”

“Anything will do, I don’t mind” Hinata answered. She appreciated that he didn’t want to ‘get to know each other’ then and there. She was indeed tired and needed to think about everything a little more, in order to realize that it was all indeed real. Looking up at Sasuke she had to say she was lucky; he was very good looking and so far, had shown her kindness. If what his mother said was true her destiny wasn’t as cruel as it could have been.

He got up and extended his hand for her to take, which she did. Hand in hand they walked back to where both families were still discussing. Neji would still not look at her, Itachi offered her a kind smile, Fugaku only a nod.

“I see that the two of you hit it off.” Her father said, it appeared he was really happy with the arrangements. Sasuke nodded to her dad. Hinata was certain that if Hiashi had his way she would leave with the Uchihas that very moment and never return.

“Hinata is tired, it is quite late so we should go. I will return tomorrow at noon in order to take her out for lunch Hyuuga-san.” Sasuke had not asked permission to take her out. He had simply stated that he would. That was the moment she realized her father was no longer the one to command her. Sasuke was. She wasn’t sure if what she felt was fear or excitement.

“Yes of course. Hinata you may leave” Hiashi said but Hinata didn’t move for Sasuke was still holding onto her hand.

“I will walk her to her quarter.” Hinata barely had time to bow to what would soon be her family before Sasuke started pulling her along. “In my presence you will not follow his word. My word is absolute, his is barely wind blowing by you.” Sasuke appeared to be annoyed by the fact that her father dismissed her. “If he says go but I am standing still, you too will stay unless I decide we will leave”

“Yes.” She knew how their world worked; despite them living in the 21rst century where women were seen as equals more and more every day, their world stopped evolving. The husband was the ultimate master while the woman was a possession. First, she was owned by her father, then by her husband.

They walked quite fast when leaving the ballroom, but once they were out of sight Sasuke slowed his steps. He was aware of the difficulty of walking in heels, his mother always made sure to complain about it. Her hand in his felt small and fragile, he had never been given something to take care of, sometimes that was his and his alone. He had been against the marriage at first. He wanted to wait until he was the Uchiha head later in life before taking a wife but his father insisted, he needed to marry young and have heirs because Itachi could not. His older brother had been his father’s favourite from a young age; that was until Itachi was 18 and Sasuke 13, about 10 years ago. On his 18thbirthday Itachi gave up his title as the heir in a very public way only to than later inform his father that not only does he not want to be head but he would not be fit for the role, for he could never give heirs to the clan. Itachi’s infertility came as a shock to the whole family. Sasuke was tested as well as soon as possible but thankfully the tests proved that he would be able to have children.

Fugaku had learned in the past 10 years to accept Sasuke as his heir, his relationship with his father was better now than it had ever been, but even so they were not as close as Itachi had been with him. But Fugaku put in all his efforts to try to make Sasuke the best, he taught him everything he could and allowed Sasuke to do as he pleases as long as what he did would be useful to the family. So, when he informed Sasuke he had picked a wife for him it came to no surprise that he had chosen a girl from a very important family, a family even older than the Uchihas and just as influential. The girl was known among her people as an angel and was believed to be the most beautiful Hyuuga girl to ever be, so of course, Fugaku wanted her for his own heir.

Upon seeing Hinata for the first time that night Sasuke had concluded the rumours had not been false. He had not been disappointed in the slightest. He was actually impressed. He expected two outcomes: either the girl to cry and make a fuss about the marriage or to be the ditzy kind of girl he had seen around that throws herself at him. She had been neither. For the shortest moment she had faltered and shown her true feelings, disbelief and numbness, but she pulled herself together as soon as he spoke to her. She had acted and played her part perfectly.

The pavement was old and uneven towards the main house. Almost nothing had been altered from the time the house was built, only maintained, so cracks and unevenness in the pathways happened. Hinata was trying her best to walk over them in her heels. Normally by that point in the night, she would take her heels off but she was not alone. Noticing her slowing down Sasuke stopped.

“Would you want me to carry you?” The offer was unexpected and it made Hinata quiet for a moment which Sasuke took as ‘yes’. He slightly bent and placed an arm under her knees and the other around her back. On instinct, Hinata placed both her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

“You didn’t have to do that” Despite saying that she was thankful. Her feet were killing her.

“How high are your heels?”

“About 6 inches. Why?”

“6 inches and I’m still 6 inches taller than you.” He made a humming sound. Hinata didn’t know what he was thinking but she didn’t try to figure it out either. It was hard enough trying to figure out what she was feeling, there was no energy or time to uncover the mysteries of Sasuke’s mind. Her body was tired but her brain was even more exhausted. At this point not really caring anymore, she placed her head on his shoulder and just enjoyed the ride. Upon getting to the main house Hinata instructed him to go to the 2nd floor to the left. There was a guard outside her door that did not stop him from entering her room but actually held the door open for him. Two servants were inside waiting to help her undress and wash before going to bed. Sasuke put her on the edge of her bed.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Hinata said. She felt a bit shy now, not really knowing how to say goodbye to him. This was the first time a man beside her dad and Neji entered her room. Not even the guards were allowed inside.

“Goodnight Hinata, I will see you tomorrow” Sasuke said, he kissed the back of her hand once more and left. Not waiting for her reply. Once again, a choice was made for her that day, but she was grateful for it this time.

The servants were gossiping about her fiancé and how gentle and beautiful he was, about how he had looked at her and how he had carried her like she was the most precious thing in the world. They guided her to her feet and to the full-length mirror to the side of her bed.

All their words were flying around her but none of them really registered; her brain was still not processing much of anything. She was still in the ballroom holding her Champaign glass praying for her dad’s speech to be short.

The servants untied her corset and Hinata took in her first deep breath in what felt like ages. They peeled off her sleeves and pulled the skirt away from her body. She was left in her underwear and heels in front of the full-length mirror. Her arms were splotchy and red from place to place from the itchy lace, her breasts and abdomen had red traces from where the corset was too tight on her. Her panties were red to match the dress, her legs were white and smooth but they were barely holding her at that point in the high heels, they were visibly shaking. Her eyes moved back up over every inch of naked skin until it reached her face. She wasn’t sure what she expected to see there, maybe something different. Some kind of evidence of the announcement from that night, but everything looked just as it did that morning.

One of the servants had just finished putting the dress away for it to be cleaned the next day, while the other filled her bathtub with hot water, salts and oils. Hinata would usually take off her heels and walk on her own to the bath but she was still looking at herself in the mirror, her eye make-up wasn’t smudged at all, her lipstick had gone after eating and drinking halfway through the event, so she excused herself to the bathroom several hours ago to take it off, her updo had lost some of its volume and a few strands had fallen around her face. She was too close to the mirror, her image being all she saw. Hinata took a few steps back and tried to picture Sasuke next to her naked body. They would make a beautiful couple even she could admit that.

Not being able to stomach the image she had in her head anymore the Hyuuga girl finally turned around and sat on the bed for a moment to take her heels off. She walked to the bathtub and took off her underwear as well and lowered herself in the hot water. Her head was resting on a soft towel; one of the servants started taking her make-up off and cleaning her face with scrubs and putting gels on her face and gently massaging everything in.

“Haruhi, could you please put some music on?” Hinata asked the servant that was not busy at the time. A moment later soft music started playing in the background. Once the facial massage was done a charcoal mask was applied to her face and finally, her hair was taken from the updo. Mina, the servant washing her poured some warm water on her head in such a way as not to get it on her mask. Her hair was shampooed twice and conditioned and rinsed and finally, put in a towel.

Haruhi came to help with washing her body, they scrubbed at her neck, collarbones, arms, hands, breasts, back and every other part of her. Her body was rinsed and washed again, more gently with moisturizing lavender soap and rinsed again. Her facemask was taken off, the water drained from the tub and she stepped out of it allowing the servants to towel her off. Mina placed a large towel over her bedsheets and Hinata laid on her back and enjoyed as both her servants massaged every part of her body with more oils, once they were done on one side she turned on to her front and they started to work again.

Her massage was almost done when Hanabi busted through her door. Hinata lazily opened her eyes, she was tired and finally relaxed, thus on the edge of falling asleep. Her sister was in her night attire, her hair still wet from her own bath most likely. Her eyes were red, she must have cried, but she looked angry at the moment. Hinata’s servants did not stop their massage despite the company of her sister.

“How can you stay there and enjoy your massage?” Hinata asked sounding astonished.

“You had enjoyed your bath time, why shouldn’t I?” Despite all of Hinata’s efforts over the years she and Hanabi weren’t as close as she wanted. Hanabi had always resented her for being older, the firstborn, the heir. When Hanabi was 3 and Hinata 7 the younger spent her days playing and reading stories and being watched by the elder women while Hinata was studying with the men. Hanabi had asked once why that was the case and an elder said “Your sister is the heir. She has to know how to be a leader, while you my dear, you will be a wife to someone” Despite that incident, things slowly started changing over the years, Hinata lost her father’s favour and Hanabi was taught leadership skills while Hinata was toughed to cook. Despite the obvious manner in which Hiashi favoured her now, Hanabi had always felt jealous of her sister, for she always believed what that old woman said to her in her childhood, she resented Hinata for she was to be the one that would not be married off. What an irony.

“Why aren’t you upset?” Hanabi’s voice was breaking and she was shaking. “Why aren’t you angry?” her fists were clenched and she looked like she wanted to start a riot. “Why aren’t you in dad’s office demanding he change his mind?”

“There’s nothing to change Hanabi.” Hinata finally got up and gestured to the servants to leave. She took the towel and put it around her body as the two bowed and left the room, left the sisters to talk among themselves. “Dad did it in such a way that it cannot be undone.” Hinata walked to her closet looking for something to wear to bed. “He didn’t tell me before so I couldn’t contest it, and now I can’t. Everyone that matters in this world knows about it. Unless I have a good reason, a very good one, there’s nothing that can stop this. In three months I will not be here anymore” Hinata finally picked a silk shorts and tanktop combo and put it on. “And you little sister.” The older one said as she walked towards her sister “You will be a Hyuuga forever, this will be the only house you know, these will be your people.” Hinata wanted to finish her sentence with ‘just as you’ve always wanted’ but stopped herself short.

Hanabi was crying again. She had prayed and wished to be the one to stay for so many years. But she had never thought about her sister leaving. She had always been bitter and held Hinata at a distance even when the older one tried to make the gap between them disappear. She had never taken the opportunity to get to know Hinata, and now she couldn’t.

“I’m sorry.” Hanabi said and hugged Hinata. They hadn’t hugged in ages. This time it was Hinata who pushed away.

“It’s over for today. I have not yet realized that this is not a dream. We will speak tomorrow. I’m going to bed now” She was a bit angry at Hanabi for only now trying to act like a sister. She had tried before that evening too, right before Hinata’s name was called, but even then it was in a moment of weakness, of fear, it wasn’t out of love or care. For most of her life Hinata tried to convince herself that she was fine with the way her and Hanabi’s relationship was, after trying for a few years to bond with her and being rejected, Hinata became content with what they had because she believed Hanabi not to be able to connect on a deeper level. She didn’t connect with Neji or Hiashi either. But seeing that she is indeed able of that connection, that she just didn’t want it before, hurt her more than Hinata would ever admit.

Hanabi left and Mina and Haruhi peeked in Hinata’s room. “Good night Himata-hime” they said in union and Hinata wished them a goodnight as well. Them calling her hime reminded her of the way Sasuke had called her Princess. ‘Smile sunshine. Fool them all’ he had said. And she did. She smiled and fooled them.

Now that her head was finally on her pillow, hair still damp, sheets cool and comforting, the room dark and quiet she allowed herself to admit a few things out loud. “I am getting married. I will be an Uchiha. Sasuke will be my husband.” The silence in the room was deafening “I am scared.” A little voice in the back of her brain whispered ‘I am excited’ but she didn’t say it out loud. With those thoughts in mind, she fell asleep.

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The next morning felt normal. She woke up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. She didn’t feel different. Upon reaching the dining room she realized for once she was the last to arrive. Hanabi was in her seat looking upset, Neji was frowning at his phone and her dad was reading something on his pad. That is what the house would look like in three months. She moved from the doorframe and all eyes turned to her. Hanabi still looked sad, Neji looked sorry and her dad was happy. Hinata walked around the table and sat in her chair.

“Good morning sunshine. How did you sleep?” Hiashi had stopped calling her sunshine when she was 4 years old and Hikari died.

“I slept very well, how about you father?”

“I did as well”

Neji was looking at Hinata almost expecting her to cry or scream. He was looking at her face trying to find proof of tears from the night before, but her face wasn’t red or puffy. She looked well-rested.

The breakfast was finally brought for them to eat and they did so in silence. Hiashi was the first to finish and instead of leaving to go do work as he would normally, he started talking.

“Sasuke will be here at noon. You should start getting ready after breakfast” Hiashi too wanted to test his daughter and see how she would address the situation. He wanted to know if he had to give her a lecture about her behaviour around the Uchiha heir.

“Yes, I know. I already thought of what I want to wear. I will change and come seek your approval as I would for an event.” Hinata said between bites. “He didn’t mention where we were going but he did say he will make reservations so I am assuming it is a dressy place despite being a lunch date”

Everyone was taken aback by her answer. Hinata had not lied, she slept very well and woke up early. She accepted her fate almost entirely, she picked what she wanted to wear and even thought about a few things she wanted to ask Sasuke. In all truthfulness, she was a bit excited but was trying to keep her expectations low, that way she would not be disappointed if this change was not for the better. The only thing she didn’t particularly like about this was not seeing Ino and Neji. They were her best friends despite Neji’s behaviour in those 2 days.

Seeing as nobody spoke anymore Hinata excused herself and went to her room to start getting ready. It was only 9 in the morning. Sasuke would only come in about 3 hours but there wasn’t much else she could do.

She didn’t even reach her closet to take out the outfit she had thought of wearing when Neji came into her room. He walked to her and bowed. “I’m sorry” he was apologizing for not telling her, for not being able to stop it, for the way he treated her.

“It’s ok Neji. Everything could have been worse.” She wasn’t lying. She heard of many girls that had married old and abusive men. Their whole life they were raped and beaten. She didn’t know Sasuke at all but from the 2 interactions she had with him, he didn’t appear like he would hit her. Mikoto too seemed nice enough. “What is one prison exchanged for another?” She wasn’t allowed to do much in the Hyuuga household anyways, read and study. She was a bit eager to see if she had a bit more freedom as an Uchiha and if not, she was already used to being a caged bird.

“I couldn’t convince uncle not to do that. The bond with the Uchihas was apparently necessary. And Fugaku requested you to marry his son. Uncle couldn’t deny a direct request like that. Plus...” Neji decided to stop there.

“Plus, dad would rather Hana be the leader.” Hinata continued what Neji wouldn’t say. “I know that Neji. I’ve known that for a while now.”

“If one of the leaders were to request to marry you as well uncle might need to reconsider” He didn’t sound sure at all.

“He wouldn’t change his mind. The relationship with the Uchihas is more important to him than any other family at the moment. In addition, nobody would risk their bond with both us and the Uchihas for my hand in marriage” Hinata absently replied while looking through her collection of necklaces while sitting at her vanity.

“If we ask Gaara maybe-“

“He wouldn’t. and I would never ask him either” Yesterday she might have jumped up at the idea of marring Gaara. But something changed and made her realize her feelings for Gaara were never really for the man, but the freedom he represented. Gaara was her friend, he was a leader and if he would have been her husband, he would have offered her the most freedom a woman can have in their world. “I would never ask your boyfriend to marry me” Hinata said this while watching Neji’s face in the mirror.

Her cousin blushed and looked alarmed. “You are mistaken Hina-“

“Stop” I know I’m not. Her eyes softened. “It took me a while to realize but I did. And I confirmed my suspicions when I told Gaara about my feelings a few months ago and he said he was in love with someone himself. I asked why he wasn’t marrying this girl and he replying that his relationship was taboo. I thought she was a married woman maybe, a commoner. But it clicked when I saw him look at you.” Neji was still not moving or breathing.

“I will not tell anyone about the two of you Neji. It is nobody’s business but yours.” She got up from the vanity and walked to him and hugged him. “For what is worth…I wish you both happiness.” She knew that their relationship would not be accepted in their world and her heart wept for both cousin and her friend. The world was cruel. “I hope you find a way to be happy and free” She wanted that for herself too. Happiness and freedom to find who she was and then be herself.

Neji hugged her back. “That means the world to me Hinata.” He sighed long and his body felt like it was deflating. “I hadn’t realized how it would feel to hear the words from someone other than him or me. How much I wanted someone to validate the way I feel” Neji took a step back and kissed her forehead. “I wish you happiness and freedom as well Hinata. I hope your life as an Uchiha to be better than your life as a Hyuuga has been.”

She hoped that as well. After another hug, Neji remained in her room and the two of them chatted while Mina and Haruhi were doing Hinata’s hair and make-up for her date. The dress Hinata had chosen was a black beach dress with daisies and sunflowers on the skirt. The skirt was cut on one leg to her mid-thigh. The upper part was like a tank top in the front but the back was almost bare, only a few strings places in a random pattern kept the front from falling. She would pair the dress with gold wedges and a gold choker and her normal hoop earrings. Her makeup was done also in soft golds and whites. Her hair was braided in the front like a crown and she asked Haruhi to braid some small daisies in as well. The rest of her hair was free and in waves from not drying it properly before bed. Neji had left right before she changed her clothes about 10 minutes ago. Being finally done she did as promised and went downstairs to get her father’s approval, it was still only 11 so if he had any complaints she would have the time to change, or so she thought. After knocking on his office door and being granted access Hinata opened the door only to find Sasuke in the room with her father.

Hiashi looked up at her and he only nodded his approval for her attire. Sasuke had on a white button up with the last 2 buttons undone and the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a short pair of black slacks.

“Come in Hinata, Sasuke came early so we had a talk while you were still getting ready” Hinashi beckoned her to enter the room but she didn’t move to which Sasuke smirked.

“Actually, I think we will be leaving now, seeing as she is ready as well. I will see you later Hiashi-san” Sasuke greeted the older man, took Hinata’s hand and closed the door of the office. Neither of them said anything as they walked to Sasuke’s car.

Hinata was starting to get nervous, not only for the date and being alone with Sasuke, but because she hadn’t been outside without her father or at least Neji. Sasuke opened the door of her and she got inside his car. He walked around and go into the driver’s seat. Before starting the car though, he kissed the back of her hand.

“You look lovely today as well.” He turned her hand around and kissed her wrist. “You were a good girl Hinata, not listening to you father.”

Her breath hitched due to the second kiss, no man touched her wrist before, let alone kiss it. During her talk with Neji they discussed Sasuke as well. Her cousin said that he is known to be cold and quite cruel. But he had been anything but that to her. He had been gentle and affectionate, something she had never experienced. Nobody in the Hyuuga household hugged her or kissed her hands.

Sasuke looked at her and smirked at her blush, he could tell this was the real deal and not a fake like the ones from last night’s goodbye charade. He finally started the car and drove down the Hyuuga driveway till he reached the first gate, one of the security men opened the gate for them and they continued down the driveway to the second and final gate, this was opened for them as well and they were finally on the road.

“I have never left without father or Neji the premises of the house.” Hinata admitted.

Sasuke looked at her for a split second from the corner of his eye. She was looking out the door with a small smile. “Not even to a friend’s house? I noticed you talking with the Yamanaka girl a lot. Were you never allowed to visit her just with a guard or two?”

“No. Neji always had to come along” Sasuke’s reply was a small hum. He hadn’t realized that the Hyuugas were that strict.

“I will assign my best guard to you once you move in with me. When I am at work; because unlike your father I am away from the house quite a lot, you will stay with him. You are free to go as you please as long as he’s with you”

‘You are free’ was what Hinata heard. She had wanted to be free for such a long time but now that I was so close to her, she wasn’t sure what she’d do with said freedom. The rest of the drive she spent trying to come up with what she would do the first chance she got.

The restaurant was in the centre of the city, where she had never been before. The amount of people walking around was mind-blowing. There were kids laughing, people talking walks and strolling around just because they could. Her whole life the thought of public space being dangerous had been drilled in her head. Other families could be around, they could hurt her. ‘People are mean and cruel’ that was Hiashi’s go-to answer when one of them wanted to go somewhere. Despite Hinata never really believing what her dad said, his words were on repeat in her head, so without really meaning to she took a step closer to Sasuke, held onto his arm with both hands and tried to hide away. Even if one does not believe the things they are told, if they are told them often enough, they become involuntary habits; she had been taught to think she was always in danger, paranoia was not easy to let go of.

When he had said they’d go eat at a restaurant she thought he meant one owned by the Hyuuga or by the Uchiha family, a restaurant from their respective part of Konoha. She knew what part of the city belonged to the Hyuugas and looked up what parts belonged to the Uchihas and this part wasn’t owned by either.

He noticed her stiffening in the car when he parked it. He noticed her fear and the way she clung to him for dear life. “What’s the matter Hinata?”

She looked up at him with big eyes, she looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Aren’t we in danger?” Her voice was low and trembling. Sasuke stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and took both of her hands in his. Hinata took a step in front and pressed her body to his, still trying to hide.

“Why would we be in danger?” he was genuinely confused.

“People are mean and cruel. This isn’t our territory. Someone could try to shoot at us.” The reply rolled off her tongue without much thought. She had heard them so many times they felt natural.

Sasuke placed one of her hands on his chest and the other on his back above the waistband of his pants. Hinata’s eyes grew even larger when she felt both guns. “This is neutral space. We’re not on anyone’s territory.” He said softly and let go of her hands but they stood in place. “And even if someone was to try to harm you, I’d kill them all” he whispered in her ear in the gentlest way possible. The threat should have scared her, but it made her feel secure. “I will protect you with everything I have. Nobody will dare touch a single hair from your head for the fear that I’ll destroy them all” Sasuke tucked a hair strand behind her ear as he continued to spill threats to any future danger. “Do you feel better now?” he finally asked.

“Yes” Hinata answered but couldn’t look at him. She felt silly and embarrassed for being worried. They were a few steps from the restaurant and had been standing in place being an inconvenience to people passing by. “Let’s go inside” she turned around and started walking to the door and Sasuke followed. He could see her flushed cheeks but allowed her to think she had hidden her discomfort from him. There were things on his mind, her fear had been real. She had been taught that if she were to ever leave her house she would die, her father hadn’t been above lying, traumatizing and manipulating her emotions to keep her in place and in control. He had always stayed home to work so he could keep an eye on all of them. Sasuke did not agree with his methods at all.

They were finally seated at a private table on the second floor. Hinata was looking at the menu with a sparkle in her eyes. “Do you know what you want to order?” Sasuke asked her. The restaurant was fancy enough to have steak and lobster but it also had hamburgers.

“I think I’ll take a chicken cheeseburger. I tried making one in secret home and it was good enough but I’m curious to see what a real one tastes like” She said with enthusiasm. “What about you? What are you ordering?”

“I think I’ll have a burger as well, the extra spicy one” Just as the two closed the menus the waiter came to take their order. Sasuke ordered for them the burgers and a big portion of fries and onion rings with a side of all of their 4 sauces, neither of them wanted soda so they decided to order a large bottle of water.

“You’ve never eaten a burger before?” Sasuke asked trying to go back to what she had said before.

“Only the one I made. Our cook usually makes food for 2 days so he has Tuesdays and Thursdays off. In those days I like cooking something that I want to try rather than just help him with whatever dad ordered he cooks…Most what dad wants is traditionally Japanese food and I like it, but I see some foods in movies and I want to try them.”

“So, you like watching movies?” He wanted to know what her hobbies and interests were in order to provide her with them so she wouldn’t get bored alone at the house when he was away.

“I watch a movie once every 2 weeks when Ino comes to visit me.”

“She only visited you two times a month?” He had believed the Yamanaka girl to be her best friend.

“Yes, that’s how many times father allowed her to come over…” Her voice so far had been light but it had a tint of sadness when she had revealed this last part.

“What about other hobbies. What do you do usually in a day?”

“Hobbies? Oh well, umm…Usually I wake up and if it’s a day where the cook is at work, I help him make breakfast, lunch and dinner. In between I had a few classes that the elders taught me about leadership. Neji and I usually have tea in the garden when he has the time…”

He was furious. Hiashi was killing her. He didn’t allow her to leave, but she couldn’t get visitors, she wasn’t allowed to do anything but exist. He wasn’t sure if he could wait three months for her to move it. Hinata was his and she was unhappy. He could tell Hinata was feeling a bit awkward because of her answer which is why he didn’t push it. The food came and they ate in silence. Hinata had loved her burger. She tried all 4 souses and really liked the sweet chilli and the honey mustard one. After the waiter took their empty plates Sasuke ordered dessert.

“Did you enjoy the food?”

“I did. The burger was much better than the one I made home…” Her smile had returned on her face. Despite the fact that he had been against the marriage before, Sasuke was eager for it now. From the moment he had laid his eyes on Hinata this feeling overcame him, the need to protect and please her. She was his and he would keep her safe and happy no matter what. Whatever she’d ask for he’d give her, if she wanted the moon, he’d find a way.

“I’m glad you liked it. Next time tell me what other foods you want to try and I’ll think of a place to go.” Hinata agreed. They talked a little more about the food when the dessert finally came. He had ordered a lava cake with vanilla ice cream, according to many people that was the best dessert the restaurant offered.

“There’s only one. Do you want to split it?” Hinata asked but Sasuke only shook his head and pushed the plate in front of her.

“I don’t particularly like sweets so you can eat it.” He watched her enjoy the cake. She had giggled after cutting into it and seeing the molten chocolate pour out. She had never eaten a lava cake, of course. His chest felt tight, like something was squeezing his heart and wouldn’t let go. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Hiashi had sheltered her from all these small pleasures of life, he wanted to hit the older man, but at the same time, he couldn’t wait to see Hinata experience everything for the first time. It was like watching a child, she had the same big and innocent eyes.

When Hinata finished the cake, the waiter took the plate and brought the check for which Sasuke paid but they didn’t get up to leave yet. “I have a few things for you” he said. And pulled from his pocket a new phone with the charger and its pair of headphones. “I already programmed my number there and Naruto’s; he will be your bodyguard. If anything happens during these months when you are still living with Hiashi call me and if by any chance I can’t pick up call him.”

Hinata was staring at the phone like it was alien technology. “You’re giving me a phone?”

“Yes. I want to be in touch. Sadly, I can’t come and eat with you every day so on the days we can’t meet I want you to call me. I’ll call you as well when I get home if it isn’t too late and we can talk, you can tell me about your day and such” Hinata nodded and took the phone from him and stared at it for a second longer. “You can add any number you want, Neji’s, Ino’s, your sister. It will be helpful to have them for when you come and live with me and feel lonely.”

“I can add other numbers…?” Hinata was once again hit with the realization that Sasuke was offering her freedom and she didn’t know how to take it. She was overwhelmed by the fact that she had a phone, let alone that she could use it to call Ino.

“Of course. It has an unlimited number of minutes and internet too. You can watch movies if you wish. Also, if you want to buy something online use the phone, I programmed it so it would automatically take money from my account and I’ll be notified.”

Hinata was trying her best to keep tears from spilling. For some reason the fact that he allowed her the freedom of a fully functional phone felt like a huge step, he was putting his trust in her. At that moment Hinata made a promise to never betray his trust. In the few hours that Sasuke was the one in charge of her, he had been more indulging and kinder than her father had been during 22 years.

“And the last thing” Sasuke said as he took a red velvet box out from his other pocket. He opened it and inside was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. The band was made of white gold and it had a big red ruby in the middle and on each side three smaller diamonds. The ring wasn’t overly huge, but it was beautiful. “I didn’t have the time to give this to you yesterday, I’m sorry” Hinata shook her head, there was nothing he should apologize for.

Sasuke held out his hand for her to place hers in so he could slip the ring onto her finger. It fitted perfectly and looked gorgeous on her finger. It felt a little strange, she had never put on rings on her left hand because it was considered bad-luck, so the feeling was foreign but she knew it would go away soon enough and the ring would turn into something that brought her peace at all times just from looking at it.

“I love it thank you” The squeezing was back and more powerful this time. She was wearing his ring. He had proof to show to the world that she was his. Sasuke was the one to get up first and Hinata followed. They walked out of the restaurant and back to the car hand in hand.

It was barely 2 in the afternoon. “I’m sorry I can’t spend more time with you today.”

“It’s ok. It was more than enough. I had a wonderful time, thank you” Hinata was still looking at the ring with a smile on. It was weird how something that yesterday felt like the end of the world, today felt like the beginning. Her heart fluttered when Sasuke opened the box and showed her the ring and it violently beat in her chest as he was putting it on her finger. Maybe marrying her off was the best thing her father could do.

They reached the Hyuuga house faster than either of them would have liked. “I’m not coming inside this time” Sasuke said as he walked her to the door. Hinata just realized that that had been her first date. She saw similar scenarios in the movies she watched with Ino. The boy walked the girl to the door after their date and he would kiss her. Would Sasuke kiss her? Did she want him to? A part of her was scared but the other part of her was screaming ‘KISS ME’. But Sasuke didn’t kiss her, at least not on the lips. Just like last night he kissed her forehead and left saying goodbye.

Hinata walked inside the house and it felt even colder and duller than normally. She wasn’t sure she could survive another three months there, not when freedom with Sasuke was that close. Hinata didn’t go to tell her father she was home, instead, she ran up the stairs to her room where Mina and Harushi were waiting for her. Her servants were a few years older than her, yet Hinata had never considered them friends because Hiashi drilled the belief that servants were to be servants since she was small, but her dad had been wrong before, so maybe he was wrong on this occasion as well.

The two girls bowed to her and Hinata stopped. She wasn’t sure how to act, a sudden image from a movie popped into her mind. When one of the girls would tell the others about her crush and they’d all jump up and down and screech. So, she took in a deep breath.

“You can raise your head” she said in her normal tone. The girls did as she asked. Taking in another breath she extended her left hand for them to see the ring. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Her energy was overflowing and she couldn’t contain it anymore. She started jumping up and down and laughing.

“Today was the best day ever. He was so lovely and just everything was amazing.” Hinata took one of Mina’s hands and one of Haruhi’s and started jumping up and down. The servants looked at one another before starting to laugh too and jumping with her.

“The ring is lovely” “And he’s so handsome” “I’m glad you had a lovely date Hinata-hime” “Did he tell you when the next one will be?” The two were talking alternatively.

“He didn’t but he gave me a phone and said he’ll call everyday he can’t see me” She showed them the phone as well. Hinata wanted to call Ino as soon as possible but she didn’t know her friend’s number. Whenever she wanted to talk to Ino she’d use Neji’s phone. Hinata started walking towards the door to the hallway, she wanted to look for Neji to get him to put his number and Ino’s in her phone.

The rest of the day went by faster than most of her days do. She talked to Ino on the phone for hours then took a bath and as she was changing in her night attire her phone rang. Sasuke had kept his promise to call her when he got home. She told him about talking to Ino and asked about his own day. Their conversation wasn’t very long but it still made Hinata smile. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and thoughts of Sasuke in her mind.

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The following morning the first thing she did upon waking up was to check her left hand to make sure the ring was there and that it wasn’t all just a dream. She couldn’t help but smile upon seeing the piece of jewellery.

Sasuke’s question about hobbies bothered her a little, she had never really had the means of finding a hobby, she either didn’t have the time or didn’t know what to try besides cooking recipes she made up. But now she no longer needed to attend the leadership classes, her father informed her of that at breakfast, and she now had access to the internet, she could try learning a new skill, discover what she liked to watch or read, find out something she enjoyed doing. That was on her to-do list until she met with Sasuke the next time, get a hobby.

Ino liked gardening and making flower arrangements, Hinata liked helping her around the garden as well but doing the arrangements themselves was always difficult and not particularly enjoyable. The one thing she knew she’d like was drawing but was a bit scared. She had always doodled on her notes but had never tried to do an artwork. So that was the first thing she looked up on youtube, drawing videos. She found many and every single one was more amazing than the one before.

Hinata immersed herself in the videos and all the different ways in which one could create art.

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Despite being in the middle of work Sasuke couldn’t help but think about Hinata and the things she said during their date a few days ago. She was basically a teenager getting her first phone. Sure, she knew a shit ton about leadership, her family and their world but she knew nothing about the outside world, technology and real human relationships. She didn’t know herself either, that part, seeing her figure out who she was as a person, what she enjoyed and what she didn’t, would be lovely to watch. But Sasuke was still confused about how Hiashi thought he could shelter his heir from everything, had Hinata been the leader she would have been lost, not because she wasn’t fit for it but because she didn’t know how to navigate her way through the outside world, she didn’t know what to do when someone wasn’t giving her orders. Her father had succeeded in turning her into someone submissive not because she was weak but because she had never been given the opportunity to be independent. Hinata had amazing skills, she knew over 5 languages and was taught how to fight, but she didn’t know many basic things.

Sasuke kept thinking of the best ways to slowly expose Hinata to more of the outside world and its customs, the Yamanaka girl wasn’t as sheltered but she wasn’t exactly well versed in ‘normality’ either. Naruto would spend a lot of time with her too but he couldn’t entrust the blond to teach her things, who knows what dumb stuff he would fill her head with. Of course, the obvious solution would be his mother, she was the sanest out of everyone he knew and she could help her prepare for the life of ‘the wife of the Uchiha leader’, but he would like to assign someone that’s around their age as well, someone Hinata could consider a friend and not feel overly anxious around.

Before he could find the perfect candidate, his cousin Shisui came to inform him his father wanted to talk to him. He forced himself to focus on work, but lingering thoughts of Hinata distracted him every now and again. He was still worried about her being in the Hyuuga household still, time seemed to be moving in slow-motion, the beginning of September appeared to be years away.

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Her eyes were sparkling as she was telling him all about the painting tutorials she watched the past three weeks, she apologized for wasting so much money on ordering acrylic paints and brushes. When Hinata mentioned the money issue his temper almost got the best of him, Hiashi had so much money, enough to have a Rolex to ear for every day of the year, yet he couldn’t allow his daughter under 100 dollars to buy paints? Not to mention, but Hinata’s perception of money was off, she apologized for spending 12 dollars on a tube of paint without knowing that the phone she ordered it with was almost a thousand times more expensive. Hiashi only ever spent money on his daughters if it fit his needs, he dressed them well so people could see their wealth, Hinata had been nothing but a trophy.

“I’m sorry I asked for your address, but I just don’t want the order to come to the Hyuuga estate, I’m sure father would destroy everything I bought…” Hinata said, the tips of her ears red, as if she was embarrassed for having him as a father. It wasn’t her that should have been embarrassed but Hiashi.

“It was a nice surprise, seeing you order and send things over to my place already made it even more obvious to me that the wedding is going to happen soon” That wasn’t a lie. When her first order of brushes and canvases arrived Sasuke asked the servants to clear a whole room downstairs, one that had a glass wall towards their garden and turn it into a painting studio. Besides what she ordered he got more, he bought every type of paint there was, acrylic, water, oil and many others. He even talked to Sai, one of his workers that is a famous painter and asked if he would be open to giving Hinata a few hours, of course, provided she was fine with the idea as well.

“H-how do you feel about the marriage…? I can’t imagine you were pleased with it…” her face was lowered, her eyes watching as she was playing with her hands in order to distract herself from the question. She was scared he’d say he hated the idea, especially since over the past month since the announcement, her feelings slowly turned to happiness and excitement.

“I was slightly annoyed when dad first told me. But I’ve changed my mind and I cannot wait” Sasuke answered and placed one of his hands on top of hers to calm her down. “It drives me mad knowing you’re stuck in that house for another 2 months. I have to constantly fight the urge to just sneak in and kidnap you” His tone was light thus turning his words into a joke, Hinata giggled at it, but Sasuke was dead serious.

“I’m glad” Hinata admitted and grabbed his hand with both of hers and brought it to her lips and kissed his knuckles. Her feelings for Sasuke were complex, they started out as indifference when they were simply just individuals belonging to the same world, then they turned to fear and maybe a light form of hate the moment Hiashi announced she had been sold off, but after spending the slightest time with him, she felt relief, admiration and gratitude towards him. He represented a better future, one with freedom and happiness, a future away from her father. Sasuke was her saviour, but even those feelings started to change, her heart would flutter whenever his voice echoed from her phone, she’d constantly check for new texts from him, the days in between their meetings were the longest, while the time spent with him seemed to be so short. Every time he kissed her hand or her forehead she wanted to grab onto his face and bring it down to her face, she wanted to hold his hand, to hug him, but the urge she had most often and the one hardest to fight was to ask for the wedding to be held earlier. Whenever Sasuke drops her off at the Hyuuga estate she wants to ask him to marry her right that moment so she could go home with him.

She spoke to Ino about her feelings and about Sasuke, Ino told her that she was so glad the Uchiha was so nice to her, but that she should be careful, her feelings appeared out of nowhere and they developed so fast, she shouldn’t get too attached to him, shouldn’t become totally dependable of him because in their world ‘love’ was never one to last. Ino’s view on love was jaded after her parents’ divorce, Ino’s father was devastated when his wife left him and his daughter was there to pick up the pieces. Hinata was aware her friend was trying to warn her and shelter her from future heart break, but the thought of Sasuke hurting her seemed outlandish.

They ate pasta this time around, and with every bite, her eyes got bigger and bigger. “This is the best thing I have ever eaten. How can something be this delicious?” She kept praising the food throughout, whenever the waiter came to ask if they needed anything else Hinata would ask him to tell the chef that he is a genius, that his food is the most amazing thing ever. Sasuke smirked and shook his head every time.

“I can stay for longer today, is there anything else you’d like to try?” He asked her as they were walking around the pedestrian central part of Konoha. Hinata had been utterly confused with the concept of a part of the city denying car access, whenever they crossed a street, she’d still check for cars despite Sasuke assuring her that there was no way for one to get there. The central part was crowded and busy with people, Hinata stood a step behind Sasuke trying not to bump into anyone, looking over his shoulder at her to see if she heard his question Sasuke realized she had not, she was far too focused on not hitting anyone to concentrate on anything else. Reaching for her with his hand, he placed his arm around her waist and drew her close to his body. Her face instantly turned beet red and she looked up at him. He lowered his face towards her and Hinata’s brain picked up speed, he would surely kiss her, but there? In front of all those people? Wasn’t a public kiss a bit too much? However, his face passed by hers and only stopped when his lips were next to her ear “I asked if there is anywhere else you want to go. It’s too loud and you couldn’t hear me”

Due to her embarrassment and agitation, she simply pointed at a random building, which turned out to be a Starbucks. The two of them walked together, Sasuke still holding her by the waist, but upon walking into the café he let go, she was disappointed, but only for a moment, for he was simply letting go in order to hold her hand. Their fingers intertwined and the world fell into place, the smell of coffee wasn’t overpowering, actually, the café smelled more of chocolate. Sasuke stopped before reaching the end of the line.

“Take a look at the menu, being here for the first time can be overwhelming with all the options. If you want, we can buy so pastries as well” He already knew well that she enjoyed sweets very much. “What do you usually get?” Her eyes were glued to the menu reading all the ingredients for each beverage.

“I don’t think you’d like what I get. I get a large Americano with 3 espresso shots and no sugar.” Upon hearing his order Hinata scrunched her nose in a disgusted expression, she looked up at him. “So you drink just…black coffee, willingly?” he couldn’t help but laugh at her disbelieve “My dad drinks it that way too, says that putting anything else in coffee is blasphemy. I once asked for sugar and he got so mad… I hadn’t had coffee since then” Her story left a sour taste in his mouth.

“Maybe I’ll get a large Latte with 3 shots of espresso and one cube of sugar after all…” That conversation made him realize that there was nothing he’d hate more than her believing him and Hiashi had anything in common, he’d drink sweet coffee with milk from now until forever if it meant distancing himself from her father’s image. The change in his order made Hinata smile. “I decided as well, I want a vanilla and cinnamon Frappuccino with almond milk” Sasuke placed their orders and out a few fruit tarts as well. Their lunch date turned to a dinner date as well, which had been the longest period they had spent together in one day, thus making it especially hard when it was time for Sasuke to drop her off. Hinata watched from the hallways window as his car slowly disappeared behind the huge gates of their estate, watching him leave made her heart hurt. She knew Sasuke hated leaving her as well, still, she couldn’t help but feel abandoned.

“Are you back?” Hanabi asked as she exited the library, she probably had just finished one of her classes. All of Hinata’s bitterness towards her sister disappeared, now she only felt pity. Hanabi would be stuck in the house forever and she would be free, it was scary how one’s view on certain events could change so fast. Barely a few days ago Hinata thought she was the one being punished, but now realized it was her sister.

“Yes I’m back” Despite her pitying Hanabi, the two weren’t close enough to offer kind words of encouragement and support. “But I’m a bit tired so I’ll go to sleep”

“He didn’t hit you, did he?” it was barely a whisper, but it made Hinata’s blood boil. Her alliances changed the moment Sasuke treated her nicely, hearing Hanabi badmouth him made her want to scream at her sister, but she didn’t. She turned around slowly and smiled. “He didn’t. He would never. He won’t. he isn’t father, there is nothing about him similar to father” Hinata didn’t stay behind to hear Hanabi’s reply. She ran up the stairs and the moment her bedroom door was closed she called Sasuke, he picked up on the second ring.

“I miss you” The words were out of her mouth before she even realized, but she didn’t regret them. “I miss you” she repeated, to show to Sasuke, to herself that she meant them.

“I miss you too” his voice was softer than she had ever heard it, it was a shame she couldn’t see his expression. She closed her eyes and wished for the weeks to fly by.

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Despite her newfound freedom in the form of a phone with full access to the internet, Hinata’s days seemed to move slower than ever. The time in-between her ‘dates’ with Sasuke were dragging on forever. She’d talk to Ino on the phone, watch videos, read from an ebook, listen to music, cook and barely 2 or 3 hours of the day would have passed. The highlight of her day was always her chat with Sasuke. Apart from their night calls, they kept texting throughout the day as well, but he was busy with work so his replies were few and far in between. Wasting time and dreaming of her future became her routine, each day seemed to be a carbon copy of the previous one. Not today, however, today was a special day, today she, Mikoto and Ino were going to choose her wedding dress. Hinata was practically bouncing, eager to leave the house, eager to try the dresses on, eager to see herself in white, the dress would be proof not only that the wedding was getting nearer, but also that it was indeed reality and not one of her daydreams.

She had been worried her father wouldn’t have allowed for it, but both Fugaku and Sasuke assure him that Naruto, her future bodyguard, was the best and he would be able to protect the three women for the day. Thankfully her father was just as excited about the wedding and would not go and do anything to potentially ruin his newfound friendship with the Uchiha head.

The plan was for Naruto and Mikoto to get to her house around noon, then they would drive to Ino’s and to the dress shop. After picking up the dress they’d go to eat and see the wedding venue and all the plans Mikoto arranged, to make sure Hinata liked everything and if she didn’t so they could change everything by the wedding which was 3 weeks away. Hinata woke up at 7, unable to contain her longing to be outside, she got dressed up, ate and has spent the last 4 hours pacing around the entrance hall.

When her father passed by her early in the morning he lectured her, telling her how she should behave, be respectful, yet vigilant because ‘people are mean and cruel’ because ‘the shop isn’t on out territory’, because ‘you are always in danger.

Neji also spent about half an hour with her talking about her feelings about the wedding, her impression of Sasuke. Her stories and happiness eased his mind and guilt, for he had not been able to stop the arranged marriage. He truthfully wished for her excitement to never die; he hoped the Uchiha household would be a proper environment for her growth.

The only one in the Hyuuga household that was not on board with the marriage was Hanabi. She continued making remarks about Sasuke’s renowned cruelness, hinting that Hinata would not know happiness in her marriage with him. She constantly asked whether he had any violent tendencies towards her, whether he ignored her, whether he cheated on her. Hinata always tried to not let her words get to her, Sasuke was wonderful and more than she had ever hope for, she had no reason to doubt him, so all of Hanabi’s words never had any impact but annoy her. Hinata always defended Sasuke and Hanabi would answer ‘my foolish sister’, patronizing her, making it seem as if she knew more than Hinata herself. Hinata tried to understand where Hanabi was coming from…all of her life she had hoped to be the heir and now she was. But Hinata’s happiness was yet another source of jealousy for Hanabi, she was slowly realizing that once again, she was the one who had the short end of the stick, thus all of her remarks weren’t for Hinata to believe, but for herself. She tried so hard to convince herself Hinata’s future was bleak and Hanabi had to pity her, not the other way around.

Once again, right before Mikoto and Naruto arrived Hanabi made a remark that hurt Hinata’s feelings, a remark which Hanabi too regretted instantly, her remorse could be read on her face, but her ego stopped her from apologizing. “Make sure you pick a pretty dress Hinata, that’s what you’ll be buried in when he kills you on the wedding night” she said loud and clear, for the servants around to hear, had Hiashi been there he would have punished Hanabi for trying to destroy the Hyuuga-Uchiha Union, but all Hinata did was give her a sad smile and answer with “Good luck to you too little sister” Their relationship could never be fixed, not when jealousy was the primal feeling Hanabi held for her, not when her ego stood in the way of a sincere apology, not when Hinata was resigned and no longer wished to try.

Mikoto came like a hurricane, she entered the house without knocking, she hugged Hinata and kissed both of her cheeks, she complimented her on her dress and make-up. Behind her was a blond young man that gave her a warm smile. “This is Naruto, he will be your bodyguard when you enter the family”

Naruto took a step closer but made no attempt to touch her, he simply smiled wider and bowed his head slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet and protect you Miss Hinata” Naruto’s use of her name and not of Hyuuga felt odd, but freeing; she wanted to move past this family. She would not forget them, for they were part of her, they made her who she was at that moment, but she wanted to leave them and this variation of herself behind, she wanted to become independent and someone she chose to become.

After picking Ino up the group was ready to go to the dress shop, Mikoto had asked Ino to sit in the front seat for she wanted to talk to Hinata in the back. Hinata couldn’t help but notice her friend’s red cheeks whenever she looked Naruto’s way. Hinata couldn’t tell if the flushness was due to the fact that Naruto was a man Ino had never had contact with when she was young, thus she wasn’t used to his company, or whether her blush had a deeper meaning. In the backseat, Mikoto explained certain details about the wedding preparations, her tone was light and she talked without any formalities. Whenever Hinata answered it was an awkward mix of formal and informal language and she refrained from addressing Mikoto directly, for she didn’t know what to call her, Mrs Uchiha, or was that too formal for someone to be her mother-in-law in 3 weeks? Mikoto, but wasn’t that rude to address in such a manner to an older relative?

Upon reaching the dress shop, the designer working there assured the women that she had reserved the whole shop just for them. She was eager to help and to please any and all of Hinata’s requests. “Call me Sakura!” she said as they met “no need for formalities, after all I am here to help you find what you will be wearing on the most important day of your life”

Hinata tried on 5 dresses before finding ‘the one’. It was perfect in every way possible. The bodice was made entirely of lace that was a bit see-through, thus had white material around the chest area in a heart shape. The skirt was long and flowy but not overly heavy, it had beautiful lace details on the bottom of the skirt and a split on the left leg until above the knee. It was a stunning dress, but so were all the ones before, however, the moment Hinata tried it on, it felt different, it felt right. Seeing herself in the mirror her eyes got a bit misty and in her overflow of emotion turned around to hug Sakura who just finished buttoning the last button at her back. She told her how she felt the dress was the one and Sakura’s eyes got a bit misty too. This is what she did that job for, these moments in which a young woman found her perfect one and only dress to wear on her wedding day, she lived to see the happy tears and all the smiles.

“Stay here for a second, I’ll announce that this is it, this is the dress” She learned in the years of doing this job that whenever an instant click between woman-dress happened it should always be said to the party that came to help pick the dress as well so they would not criticize anything and break the magic spell of the moment. “Hinata found it, her perfect dress” Sakura said just moments before Hinata walked in wearing the most radiant smile ever, Ino screamed and ran to hug her and shower her in compliments, Mikoto watched from the side-line as the three young women discussed how perfect the dress was. After a short while, Hinata turned to Mikoto with bashful red cheeks “What do you think Mrs. Uchiha?”

Mikoto went to her and hugged her close as well. “The dress is perfect, it’s everything I hoped you’d find and more” she made a short pause for she felt this pressure in the back of her throat as id she too was about to cry. “and please, call me mother, I know that the wedding will only be in 3 weeks, but you already are my child Hinata dear” Mikoto’s kindness and warmth only made Hinata cry more. Naruto watched with a smile the whole event, he too liked Hinata from what he had seen of her, he was glad his friend was lucky enough for the arranged marriage to lead him to her. Even before he met Hinata he saw Sasuke’s expression when talking about her, he heard the soft tone in which he spoke about her and could tell that his friend held a deep affection for his fiancé.

After the dress picking event, Hinata asked for Sakura’s number to call her in the instance of the dress needing anything done day-of the wedding, that was the excuse anyway, in reality, she simply felt as if the moment they shared in the dressing room was special and wanted to try and keep in contact with her. Their next destination was the wedding hall, followed by other shops to get the wedding shoes, jewellery and her second wedding outfit in which she would change after their first dance. Just like the days in which she had dates with Sasuke, the time flew by and soon enough it was dark outside and time for them to return. After dropping Ino off, instead of driving back to the Hyuuga estate, Naruto took a sudden left turn which led to Hinata’s confusion, doubt and for the smallest second fear. Mikoto placed her hand on her knee and smiled at her, letting her know there was nothing to be afraid of. Despite being quite late, it wasn’t dark out yet, the summer sun refused to set.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant Hinata knew. “Are we getting dinner as well?” She was wondering why did they drop Ino off, maybe Mikot had something to discuss with her in private? Before she could come up with any other speculations, her car door opened and a familiar face greeted her with a smirk on. Her heart started beating faster the moment her eyes met Sasuke’s. She placed her hand in his and was smoothly pulled out of the car and into his arms. “Thank you, mother for dropping her off.” He said and then nodded towards Naruto expressing his thanks to him silently. Hinata was still in a daze and looking up at him as if he was a mere hallucination.

“I finished work earlier and Naruto told me you guys were still out so I asked him to bring you to me” He explained the situation to her and ushered her towards the entrance of the restaurant. It was the same restaurant in which they ate that pasta, out of all the things they tried together those were her favourite. Looking up at Sasuke Hinata kept wondering how Ino could expect her not to fall for him when he treated her this way, he had brought her more joy than she had experienced in her whole life, the memories she had of him were her favourite. He was slowly and steadily becoming the centre of her universe.

Since the moment they got seated and he reached out to hold her hand and slowly brush her wrist with his thumb, Hinata had been fighting the urge to simply utter ‘I love you’. Was it too fast? They met about 2 months ago, they went on dates about twice a week maybe three times if Sasuke’s work allowed for that, however they talked daily, her thoughts were filled with him. She wasn’t confused, these feelings might have started as gratitude for being saved, but they were romantic, she was in love with him, that much she knew. Sasuke noticed how distracted she was during their meal, she barely complimented the chef, but he decided not to pry yet, however, her silence during their walk after dinner bothered him more than he cared to admit. He loved how her eyes sparkled when she spoke about things she loved. She stopped walking and turned to face her, cupping her face in his hands, her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. She looked so lovely, and so utterly small and fragile, he would protect her with everything he had, he would help her build her strength enough to be able to protect herself, but even then, when she was capable, he’d do everything in his power to destroy anything that posed as a threat to her, whether physical, emotional or mental.

“What’s the matter Hinata? You’ve been in deep thought all night” he had been excited to hear all about her day, Naruto kept him updated every hour, but hearing the events from her would have been much more entertaining. Hinata looked into his eyes longingly, he wasn’t sure what she wanted but whatever it was he would give it to her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in.

“I have been...thinking whether I should tell you something the whole night and I cannot seem to find the right answer, what do you think I should do?” her eyes were still closed, too scared to see his reaction. Sasuke was the one confused now, why would she be struggling in such a manner? She should always tell him everything, anything no matter how trivia, he wanted to know every single thought that went on in her mind.

Sasuke took a step closer to her, their bodies were almost touching and he was still affectionately holding her face. “I think you should tell me; I think you should always tell me everything” Hinata’s heart was beating out of her chest, she was scared to look into his eyes as she said it, but she wanted to see him as she said it too. Choosing to be brave today, choosing to believe that Sasuke would catch her when she fell, Hinata opened her eyes, placed both of her hands over his on her face and smiled.

“Ok, I will tell you” Her mind was made, but she still needed a second to compose herself. “I love you”

The feeling Hinata had when putting the dress on was similar to what Sasuke experienced upon hearing those words, however, the magnitude of his feeling was much stronger, it felt as if the planets aligned, as if all the events ever in the world and its history happened as they did in order to lead to this very moment. A star exploded that lead to the creation of a galaxy, to the creation of a planet, to the creation of humanity, all for this one single moment.

He had not thought in depth about his feelings for Hinata, not because he didn’t want to admit them, but rather because it was unknown territory, but the moment she uttered the words he knew them to be true on his side as well. “I’m glad” he answered, his voice cracked so he cleared his throat. “I’m glad you decided to tell me” Hinata’s smile was stunning, she had told him and he was happy, he was moved, she could see a myriad of emotions in his eyes, all slowly falling into place. Sasuke wanted to say the words back but felt oddly fearful and uncertain, he had never experienced that level of awkwardness. “I do too” he muttered feeling defeated, he had chickened out and took a shortcut, but he will try to work harder, he will be able to express his feelings.

Hinata wasn’t mad or sad or disappointed by his answer, she could tell he was trying his best and if she were honest, it was lovely seeing him be the flustered one for a change. They were still in the same position, their faces close to each other, so Hinata once again took the initiative and raised on her tip-toes and kissed him, it was merely a peck. She knew the Uchiha traditions now and wished to follow them thus not being able to fully kiss him, however, the moment felt monumental enough for a small peck to be excused, plus nobody would ever know.

Sasuke stared at her for a moment longer, she was such a complex antithesis, she was weak yet strong, afraid yet brave, clueless yet intelligent, and everything about her made him glad for all the decisions he ever took that led him to her. He was thankful to his father which without even realizing he showed, since his and Hinata’s engagement was announced he and Fugaku have been getting along much better, everything at work went smoother and he often worked harder and faster in order to get a day off to spend with her. Hinata too helped him, their relationship was equally beneficial to both, they both took and both gave.

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All of the final preparations for the wedding were coming along beautifully, the big event was the next day, but for Hinata even that was too long, the past three months had felt longer than her whole life before her engagement. Everything was better in the Hyuuga household, Neji and her were closer than ever, for he was finally able to be fully honest with her and she too was much happier and open. Her father mostly left her alone, apart from a small incident in which he admitted that he had spoken to her doctors to have her fertility tested almost half a year ago when he and Fugaku were first talking about the union, the test came back positive, but Hinata still felt like that was a huge invasion of her privacy and complained to Sasuke, who in turn argued with both of the older men, but the deed was long done and there wasn’t much he could do but think even lower of Hiashi and treat his father coldly for a while, until Hinata assure him that she had moved past that issue. Even Hanabi stopped her remarks after the incident on the wedding-dress day. After choosing the dress she and Mikoto went out to spend time together a few more times, she even met up separately with Ino and Sakura twice. When Hinata talked about her new friendship with Sasuke he was, in her words ‘delighted’; Sasuke had hoped for the wedding dress girl to become Hinata’s friend after she first told him about her. He had wanted her to have a friend that was well-versed into normality in order to help Hinata at times navigate society, however, he wished for that friendship to bloom naturally, sure he could have done as others would, namely bribe someone into being her friend, but that would only cause issues later, plus being close to Hinata is payment enough.

The weekend before the wedding Hinata was invited to have dinner at the Uchiha estate, she and Mikoto were already very close, however, Fugaku still scared her a little while Itachi seemed nice, but maybe a bit cold and detached, unwilling to fully interact with this world. He reminded her a little of herself when she still lived at the Hyuuga household. Being able to form that connection, after dinner she sought him out and talked to him alone, trying to relate his feelings with her own. Itachi wanted to be freed from his family much like she did, however, the ties keeping him there were much stronger, he loved all of his family but could not fully function and integrate into their world of organized crime.

After her talk to Itachi ended, Fugaku apologized for breaching her privacy and welcomed her to the family. She knew how much that meant, her father had never apologized for anything, so she could only imagine how hard it must have been for Fugaku to step over his pride and ego, she appreciated it more than she let on.

The night before the wedding Hinata had a dream, in that dream, she and Sasuke were laying together on a bed just looking at each other while holding themselves close, she felt at peace with her surroundings and Sasuke’s eyes on her made her feel seen and loved. The whole dream was peaceful, they sit in silence, then talk a little followed by kisses and laughs, which would quiet down to silence and the circle would start anew.

When her servants woke her up at 5 am, she wasn’t annoyed as she normally would have been before any other event, she had taken with her the peacefulness of her dream, she had waited so long for this day it almost felt like this was just another dream too, but the scrubbing her servants did during her bath stung, letting her know that this was reality, the happiness she felt was going to be a constant, for Sasuke will make sure to keep her smiling throughout their whole lives.

Unlike the preparations for other events in which Hinata didn’t particularly care about her looks, she was very specific this time around, she and Mikoto picked together her hairstyle too, her makeup colours and every little detail. Time seemed to dilate at times and a minute felt like an eternity, while other times it felt as if it were on fast-forward, she’d close her eyes for a second and a full hour would have passed.

By 9 am she was completely done, looking at herself in the mirror she remembered the day the engagement was announced, how picturing herself next to Sasuke felt strange, but now, picturing herself without him felt unnatural, her brain and heart finally agreed and they both knew Sasuke was her everything, he would be the one and only to ever stand by her side. While she was admiring herself in the mirror Neji walked in, telling her it was time to go to the church, the wedding was about to begin.

Nothing could ruin her perfect day, not even Hiashi holding her hand proudly as he walked her down the aisle, not even Hanabi refusing to make eye contact with her, all she could see and all that mattered was Sasuke at the end of the red rug, standing tall and handsome. Everything that had happened before in her life almost didn’t matter, this was the moment her life began. She barely heard anything the priest said, her answers were mostly done on auto-pilot, only when it was the moment for the rings to be exchanged did her eyes water, hearing Sasuke say ‘I do’ was a memory she’ll treasure forever. Their first official kiss was short, much shorter than she had hoped it would be, but even that didn’t ruin her mood, for she had walked inside a Hyuuga and left an Uchiha.

It was during their first dance that Sasuke whispered “I love you” he softly into her ear, only for her alone to hear, it had taken him a bit longer than her but he got to the point in which he could express his feeling in words too, for he had told her he loved her countless times with his actions alone. “I love you too” she replied and pulled his face to her for a kiss, not caring remotely that people were watching her. She would not be punished for causing a scene, Hiashi had no more power over her and Sasuke would never cage her or treat her like an inferior. She had the freedom to do whatever she wanted, and her first choice was to kiss her husband in front of all of those people on her wedding night.

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