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notsunnyowo · 9 months

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Katsuki Bakugou x Female Reader (part 5)

(Part 4)

"Keep quiet." Bakugou spoke in a hushed tone. The boy's body was pressed against (Y/n)'s own. He used one hand to prop himself against the wall and the other was pressed against the girl's lips.

"Can't let those bastards hear us."

Alright, I know what you're probably thinking..

(Y/n)!

What the hell happened! Why the heck is Bakugou freakin' Katsuki - your potential mortal enemy - keeping you caged in like that?!

Listen, I know this looks bad but I promise, it's not what it looks like!

I swear-

If you just hear me out I'll explain everything!

Gonna listen?

Awesome!

It all started right after the fight with Kaminari and Kirishima. . .

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After the hiccup with their first opponents, (L/n) decided not to allow such a slip up happen again. She was going to give it her all and win this thing! Nothing else would do!

Looking at her irritated teammate, she let out an inaudible sigh. If Bakugou was actually her mortal enemy than he sure as hell seemed like a tough one.

He had easily been able to stand his ground and avoid the incoming attacks of not one, but two students!

Whereas she couldn't even manage to block one simple attack..

How was she even supposed to go against someone like him? He seemed like an unstoppable force not to be reckoned with!

"For all we know there's a good chance that boy's your soulmate?"

The words of her mother echoed in the back of her head.

Her eyes scanned the walking boy, lingering a little longer on his toned figure while the girl assessed his chiseled features. I mean sure he's attractive and all but..

"The fuck you staring at Yowamushi."

He's got the personality of a toad.

With a frown on her face, (Y/n) closed her eyes before giving a vexed response. "First of all. You can't tell me what I can and can't look at. ~ And secondly. Will you quit calling me that?"

She asked, before quickly continuing. Not allowing the young man to respond. Not that he was going to. "I don't know about you, but I for one don't thinks of myself as a coward. ~ I mean- What even made you come to that conclusion in the first place!"

Katsuki's eyes narrowed, twisting his flawless features into an irritated scowl. The boy was glaring daggers at his teammate who was still talking about how she 'Doesn't like that nickname'. God, this girl was annoying!

And who did she even think she was? Talking to him like that! Didn't that idiot know any better than to mess with someone like him? He's going to be the greatest hero once he graduates! She should at least show some respect! Not just anyone gets to meet the future number one, let alone be their mortal enemy!

Speaking of which..

She sure didn't seem like a worthy opponent right about now. The blonde's eyes lazily scanned the girl's features. Doesn't look weak, but it only took one attack to bring her down.

"I don't go around giving out random-ass names to everyone I meet." He began, quickly managing to capture (Y/n)'s attention. "S'a much easier way to remember someone by their qualities." He stopped in his tracks, causing the girl to come to a halt as well. "And as for your question- I'll quit callin' you that when I feel like it."

(Y/n)'s face-palmed at his blunt statement. She opened her mouth to speak back to him, but decided against it. This would only leave her more annoyed with him than she already was. "Whatever.." The girl sighed before resuming her pace.

"Let's just get this over with.."

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"Team Hagakure and Ashido, eliminated!" Present Mic's loud voice sounded trough the speakers.

"You two okay?" (Y/n) asked as she looked at the two captured girls and searched for their rope.

"My ears are still ringing from the explosion." Toru whined, the two girls had tried to do a sneak attack on Bakugou and (L/n) but it ended up backfiring horribly when Toru stepped on something sharp on the ground and her squeal alerted the raging blonde who in tern shot an explosion straight at her.

With her teammate immobilized, Mina stood no chance against the duo and the two girls were quickly captured and eliminated.

(Y/n) gave her invisible classmate an apologetic smile as she took the handcuffs in her hand. "Sorry about that.."

"Don't sweat it girl! It's all good!" Mina chimed in, despite her bruised up state she still maintained a cheerful smile which made (Y/n) sigh in relief.

Standing up, the (h/c) haired girl bid her goodbye's to her classmates and walked over to her teammate.

"I got their handcuffs. We can go no-" (Y/n)'s eyes widened as her sentence was cut short by Bakugou's hand pressing against her lips.

What the hell's going on?!

"Keep quiet." Katsuki's low tone filled her ears, the boy had one hand pinning her against the wall while he used the other to cover her mouth shut.

The poor girl could feel her heart going a hundred miles per hour. It almost felt like it was going to jump out of her chest at any given moment.

"Can't let those bastards hear us."

What? Who? Was someone there? (Y/n) opened her eyes in hopes of clearing the situation up, however as she did, she came face to face with the blonde's sharp jawline. Sweet mother of cheese- A rosy blush slowly crept up her neck and slowly tinted her face with its pastel color.

Her eyes locked onto the boy's figure as she assessed his features. Now that she took a closer look at him, she could see that Katsuki wasn't even looking in her direction. His eyes were locked onto something behind the wall.

"Deku.." She heard him utter under his breath with a villainous tone in his voice. His eyes turned back to the girl he held captive in his grip. "Follow my lead extra."

Without saying another word, nor giving the girl any more explanation as to what he was planning on doing the ashen blonde boy rushed to attack his opponents.

"Hey, wait up!-" (Y/n) called out but to no avail as she watched the boy take charge and attack the two students. Not wasting any more time than she already might have done (L/n) rushed in to help her teammate in taking down their opponents.

"DIE YOU EXTRAS!!!"

"K-Kacchan!?" Izuku yelped at the sight of his raging classmate coming at him at full speed. Thankfully though the, boy managed to barely avoid the oncoming attack by jumping out of the way.

"Dark Shadow!" The voice of Midorya's teammate, Tokoyami echoed trough the air as the boy activated his quirk, releasing the large shadow-like creature from his body. In a split second the dark entity, named Dark Shadow quickly went in for a counterattack on the raging boy, giving Deku enough time get to a safer distance and begin hatching a plan.

Just as young Midorya was about to beginning planning he suddenly remembered a crucial detail. "Where's (L/n)?-" The boy's sentence was cut short by the air getting knocked out of his lungs by a strong force.

"Right here." (Y/n) spoke as she approached the boy. Loud explosions and crashing noises could be heard coming from around them. From the sound of it, it appeared that Fumikage and Katsuki were going all out, leaving the two of them to fight one another.

The greenette seemed to have a slightly uneasy look on on his face, matched by the one on (L/n)'s own.

This was the first time the two had been put up one against the other. However neither knew what to expect from the other.

Well.. Not exactly..

During the precious training session, young (L/n) watched her classmate defeat his opponents without much use of his quirk.

Her eyes narrowed at him as she used her quirk to attack, forcing the young man to move.

Can't let him get any time to think of a plan. I've gotta attack and take him down before he has any time to hatch another one of his plans! I can't let him beat me!

I won't!

From what she had seen him do, (Y/n) had concluded that Midorya was proficient at planning ahead. After all the boy was always writing in those journals of his.. Wonder what they were all about.. Perhaps they helped him keep all of his potential plans in check. So that if the need arises he'd know where to turn to.

However thought, while his planning skills might be the boy's strong suit, it appeared that he had little control of his quirk. Or so it seemed. She found it rather strange honestly. The way his body reacted to the usage of his quirk. It was almost as if his body wasn't meant to handle it..

And that was exactly what she was hoping to use to her advantage right now. If she got him to use his quirk, then that would deal significant damage to his body. And once he was all bruised up she could simply tie him up and get to helping her angry teammate.

There was just one problem though.. His quirk was stupidly powerful, which in turn made young Midorya a formidable opponent. Meaning if she wasn't carefully she could risk loosing to him and getting herself captured instead.

It's risky but I don't really have another option do I? I've just gotta be as quick and proficient as possible. I'll show that stupid hothead who's a coward!

Izuku did his best to avoid the oncoming attacks of his opponent. The boy locked her eyes onto the girl for a moment as he finally took in her features. This was his first time having to go up against her, however that didn't mean that the emerald eyed boy didn't know what to expect from his opponent. Just like (L/n), he had observed her during the previous training exercise and taken a few notes on the girl's quirk.

I've gotta be smart about this.. The boy thought as he began ran around the corner of a nearby building in a desperate attempt to shake his opponent off his tail. Breathing heavily, the boy propped himself against the wall trying his best to catch his breath for the time being.

"Smash!"

His attempts unfortunately proved to be futile as he almost got stabbed by a (Y/n)'s water spear. To avoid the collision the boy had activated his quirk and deflected the attack at the cost of his middle finger.

Not giving him any time to dodge (L/n) began attacking relentlessly, slowly but surely backing her opponent to a corner. "Give up Midorya!" She called out as she continued attacking while dodging his counterattacks to the best of her abilities.

Looking from left to right the boy then glanced back at the his opponent. She didn't seem to be bruised much, apart from the dust and dirt on her face she was mostly unscaved from this fight. If you could even call it that. C'mon Izuku..! You can't surrender! That's not what a hero would do!

But if I keep this up I'll risk using up all my fingers and then what?

Come on Deku.. Think!-

BOOM!

"Bakugou?!" (Y/n)'s voice came out in a confused yelp. Where did he come from? Wasn't he busy fighting Tokoyami? Had he beat him already?

"Tch. You still, haven't captured that useless nerd.." The boy said in a menacing tone as he glared at his target. "You really can't do anything on your own, can you?" A frightening smirk tugged his lips, curling them into a nasty grin. Explosions ignited in his palms as his crimson eyes were focused on his target.

"You might've won last time.. But don't think I'll let it happen ever again, gout it?!" He yelled out as his palm began glowing with immense brightness. "Now die!!" With that Katsuki charged full speed at his opponent, Midorya, too didn't stand still either as he powered up his quirk and gave it all he had.

I have to make sure they're knocked out otherwise I'm screwed!

A large pile of smoke and debris shot up into the air, making it virtually impossible to see.

As the smoke slowly cleared down and a clear view of the aftermath was available. One could see what had happened. Both Midorya and Bakugou were knocked out from their collision. The two boys had a large tentacle made out of water wrapped around their limb bodies as (L/n) carried them outside.

The girl had caught the two and pulled them to safety right as the building they were in was beginning to collapse from the shock wave of their attacks.

Once outside the girl was met with the sight of a handcuffed Fumikage. Her eyes widened as she realised what her teammate had done all on his own. Laying both boys on the ground, she handcuffed the unconscious Izuku to his teammate and asked. "Did Bakugou really capture you that fast?" Her eyes met with the boy's own.

He let out a defeated sigh before shamefully nodding, thereby confirming the girl's suspicions. "I'm affraid so." He began. "I don't know how but he was able to figure out my weakness in a matter of minutes." He spoke, his eyes trailing off to the one who'd beaten him so effortlessly. "He really is something else."

"Team Midorya and Tokoyami - ELIMINATED!" Mic's voice sounded trough the speakers. "Team (L/n) and Bakugou are the last team standing! The training exercise is officially over!"

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ejzah · 6 months

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 23

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Kensi woke up surrounded by warmth, bright sunlight seeping through her closed eyelids. She turned her head to the side, pressing back into the warm body behind her.

“Morning,” Deeks mumbled against her neck, his arm around her waist tucking her more securely against him.

She twisted her head just enough to see his face. His eyes were still closed, hair the most unruly she’d ever seen it, a slight smile playing at his lips.

“Hey,” she whispered, brushing a few curls out of his eyes. His upper lip lifted in a half-smirk, and he shifted against her, reminding Kensi that neither of them had bothered to put any clothes on before falling asleep. Remnants of last night drifted back to her with the feeling of Deeks’ skin on hers, and, absurdly, she felt her skin flush at the thought.

“So, last night was…”

“Fun.” Deeks filled in for her.

“Yeah, it was,” she agreed.

“The kind of fun I haven’t had in a long time,” he continued.

She couldn’t quite get a read on his voice, so she shuffled around in his arms, until they faced each other. He didn’t look like he was suffering from overwhelming guilt, but this had been a giant step, one that he might feel differently about in the light of day.

“And here I thought you’d been having wild, passionate nights with all the St. Bridget’s staff,” she teased. She cupped his cheek, caressing the top of his cheekbone with her thumb. “You don’t regret it, do you?” She glanced down between them, as though he might have any doubts about what she was referring to.

“Absolutely not.” His response was so fast and fervent, Kensi couldn’t help grinning. He slid his hand from her waist to her hips, squeezing lightly. “I didn’t regret anything that happened in the last 22 hours. What about you? I might be a little out of practice at certain…things.”

“Not from my perspective,” Kensi disagreed. “You seem plenty skilled to me.” She slid her thumb to the left, brushing it over his bottom lip. “Especially with these.”

His mouth widened in a delighted grin, even as his cheeks tinged a dull red. “Good to know.”

“But even if hadn’t been the best sex I’ve ever had, last night still would have been wonderful.” Kensi paused a beat, not out of hesitation, but for emphasis. “Because I love you.”

Deeks’ expression softened into something more tender, and he tugged her closer. “I love you too,” he said, covering her mouth with his.

They settled into the kiss, Deeks slotting his leg between her, her hand tunneling up into his hair. Kensi groaned softly, parting her lips for him. He trailed his hand up her side, leaving a path of fiery sensation that had Kensi pressing against him more urgently.

Deeks pulled back several moments later with a breathy laugh; his chest rose and fell unevenly against hers as he dragged in deep breaths. She could have easily continued on for another round, but she was just as content to lie her with him, cuddling and making out.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, and she shrugged one shoulder.

“Depends on what you’re offering. Your gourmet dinner last night, and all the other homemade food, has ruined me for plain old pop tarts and cheerios.”

“Anything your heart desires.” He inclined his head. “As long as it’s some kind of eggs, pancakes, or French toast.”

“Mm, French toast sounds delicious,” Kensi mused, suddenly starving at the mention of food.

“Ok, let me grab some shorts and I’ll get started on it,” Deeks said. He patted her thigh affectionately, before gently shifting it off his own leg. “There’s some shirts in the bottom drawer of that dresser,” He pointed across the room. “but I’m not sure any of my pants will fit you.” He grimaced apologetically.

“Actually, I have a bag in my car,” Kensi confessed, pressing her lips together as she gave Deeks a sly side eye.

Deeks returned it with a playful smirk. “How presumptuous of you, Miss Blye. I approve.” Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he slid towards the edge of the bed, and stood, giving Kensi a nice view as he walked towards the dresser, and bent slightly to grab shorts.

“Kens?”

Her head snapped up at the sound of her name, and she found Deeks watching her with an amused grin. “I’ll grab your bag for you,” he offered, tugging on the shorts, and a shirt (which Kensi personally thought was a pity). “As much as I might enjoy it, the neighbors are pretty strict about decency laws.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Kensi called after him as he sauntered out of the room. He came back a couple minutes later with her bag and a glass of water, leaving her to wash up and change.

Kensi wasn’t certain she would sleep with Deeks last night, but when she’d gotten ready for their date, she’d figured it was best to be prepared. She was infinitely glad for it now as she quickly showered, using the eucalyptus shower gel Deeks had in his shower.

When she came down roughly 15 minutes later, she found Deeks in full cook mode. She leaned in the doorway, studying him for a moment; his hair was wet and he’d misplaced his shirt, making her think that he’d showered too.

“You know, you’re spoiling me,” she told him, crossing the rook to wrap her arms around his waist. His own hands were busy dipping slices of bread into a shallow pan of egg mixture, so he settled on a kiss, arching the bridge of her nose.

“I don’t mind. I like cooking for people,” he said. “Especially you.” He winked again, shimmying his shoulders against her.

There was a playfulness to him now that she hadn’t seen before. It had always been there, but now it felt freer, less apologetic, or like he felt he needed to hold himself back for her. She liked it.

“Well, is there anything I can do? Keeping in mind what you know about my cooking skills.”

“You want to flip the bread?” he asked, placing two slightly dripping pieces on a piping hot griddle. “Normally Caleb does it, so you know it’s a highly prestigious position.”

“Oh, then maybe I should just stick to cutting up strawberries or something,” Kensi said with mock worry. “Those seem like pretty high expectations to meet.”

“Nah, Caleb usually burns at least one piece, which is an improvement, and once melted an entire spatula. It’s still the best French toast, ever every time.”

Kensi smiled, easily imagining Caleb balancing on a stool with a pair of oven mitts, wielding a spatula with scorched pieces of toast.

Rooting around until she found a suitable utensil, she took up position at the griddle, working side-by-side with Deeks. It felt pleasantly domestic, and they had a dozen pieces made up in no time.

While she brought over the towering plate of French toast, Deeks grabbed butter, syrup, and a few other toppings. He watched her pour a ridiculous amount of syrup over her serving, but didn’t comment, letting her eat her overly sweet breakfast in peace.

“So, when Caleb and your mom be back?” she asked as she made her way through a second piece, albeit more slowly.

“They usually head back after dinner,” Deeks said. “If it’s much later than that, Caleb’s way too keyed up to sleep.”

Kensi leaned her cheek on her folded hands, smiling at the affection in his voice. “I bet you miss him.”

“I do. Though, I’ll admit he wasn’t on my mind as much as usual the last 12 or so hours. Something kept me occupied.” He slanted Kensi a wicked grin, dragging his eyes from the V of her shirt, slowly up to her lips.

Kensi squirmed, pressing her thighs together, instantly turned on by his lowered voice, the gleam in his eyes. It was ridiculous, like he’d flipped some kind of switch in her.

“So, that means we still have a good 6-7 hours to ourselves,” she concluded.

“Yeah. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Kensi said, dropping her hand under the table to cover his thigh. She explored the inseam of his boxers lightly, appreciating Deeks’ sharp inhale.

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A/N: I hope this update is worth the rather long wait. Thanks for sticking with me as I continue this story.

As I’ve mentioned several times on other posts, the notification issues on ff.net have not been resolved. So, if you are subscribed to my profile or a specific story and aren’t getting email updates, I’d suggest going directly to my ff profile and looking for that specific story. It might take a couple of tries for the link to work (🙄).

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #teacher Kensi #lawyer Deeks #self indulgent author #In Miss Blye’s Class #part 23 #au #fluff #romance #ejzah fanfiction

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noecoded · 1 year

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If you could have any Asmo/reader fic what would be the things you would want from it? like an ideal fic would contain what tropes or AUS or situations or whatever

uhmm anything wellwritten that characterizes asmo similar to the way i do ! i rlly like character exploration , both more serious stuff & just sillycute...anything where asmo is a little cunning and toxic and also gets railed into oblivion.anything where hes a vampire. ill write a tag essay about the specifics

#xreaders are too unrelatable for me usually .. im aroace and the only relationship dynamics that r rlly interesting to me r likee #toxic or tumultuous...i think in many asmo fics hes just very one note or like not a complex love interest .which is fine because hes like #that in the game but i am especially drawn to fics where the author has their own kind of unique take on it. nuance. etc #it's really interesting to see situations in which asmo kind of reaps the consequences of shitty behavior or struggles with parts of himsel #f he doesnt like. not just in like ohhh im insecure sobsob but like deeprooted issues & patterns thought processes that come with being a d #demon that maybe clash with human morality or ideals...like what if he sees human lives as generally more disposable because hes lived for #so long?? what would a fic be like about him wanting a fling with a human that ends up taking apart their life but to him its just a fun #little romance without any real consequences or commitment?? even if he was obsessed w them professing his undying love etc etc he could ge #t bored and drop it anytime and outlive them by millions of years and forget...& how does a human love an entity like that? how could the r #relationship look anything close to normal ever...anyway i like fics that touch on questions like this theyre kind of rare though #this all being said i def dont think asmo is completely evil💭 nuance #at work so im literally just wasting time by thinking about this rn but this was like the asmotoni dynamic its too interesting to me #asmotoni is like this in my head but on papwr i just draw them fucking witj bunny ears sorry #this doesnt even answer ur question really. if i could write a fic rn it would be like 200k word emo band au that isnt xreader or a romance #fic it would just be asmo beel belphie as humans starting a band and their rise and fall etc ive been thinking abt that plot nonstop

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anartisticalniche · 4 months

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How long have you known @lizaluvsthis ? I noticed you've been making arts about the br thing

Oh Ive only started to draw their au a month ago when I made a tumblr blog, but I didnt know them or even heard of them before😅

despite me being a huge fan of SMG4 for years, Ive decided to join the fandom only in november ahah😄 initially i was just going to do art based on the show, but then liz and shay made the Brewing Romance Au, and I just couldn't help myself!

I am just a fan that looks at adorbs art and gets inspired to do the same lol😂

#nichetalk #lizaluv #shygirl4991 #brewing romance #smg3 coffee and bombs au #i just wanted to make cute fanart of the Au #i legit never expected for it to explode in popularity in the fandom because of my dumb dumb doodles😂#but also im glad i was able to help it grow #because it deserves to be seen and so the og authors as well😌

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sarahowritesostucky · 1 month

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All meta, imagines, character profiles, and excerpts from the upcoming e-book: "Until the Snow Melts"

Quick Character stats: Verne and Lucas

Couple Profile: Verne and Lucas

Quick Character stats: Bo

Excerpt from Ch 1: "Talk Me into It"

Exerpt: "That first, thrilling, arterial spray"

Nobody Cares about your OCs

#until the snow melts #ebook #book writing #aspiring author #romance novels #werewolf au #shifter au #snowed in #cabin fic #pregnant kink #a/b/o #alpha/omega #omegaverse #original female character #original fiction #m/m/f #m/f/m #m/f/m romance

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juanitasuniverse1144 · 1 month

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FINISHED RESULT OF JACOB AND JASMIN!!!!!

These two are dating Steven and Connie. Along with the rest of them. DID I NOT MENTION THIS WAS POLY

#steven universe #connie maheswaran #steven universe fanart #steven universe future #my writing #steven universe au #su fanart #writers #art #author #polybandau #polyamory #polyamourous #love #romance #su au #su au art

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hauntedandmurdered · 2 months

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Vanitas – A Hannibal Lecter & Clarice Starling fanfiction

Witness them sharing an adorable moment in twosomeness. To be fair, it took them quite a while for this step. But keep in mind I promised you slow-burn...🔥🔥🔥

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unique-high · 9 months

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Project Romance

Hanbin x black girl OC

Summary: In which a boy finds himself falling in love. Or where Hanbin is part of the film and photography department and he is given the assignment to document a girl named Krystal Taylor.

SMALL PREVIEW

Krystal looked into the camera. I zoomed in on her face before zooming out. "Don't you find me boring?" she asked.

"Not at all. I walk around her with the camera capturing every bit of her. "You're the most interesting person I've ever met."

She threw her head back laughing. The sun poured into her mouth and poured over her skin making her glow. I lowered my camera to watch her with my eyes. Something about the way she laughed made my heart spark and jump. And I think then, at that very moment I had fallen in love with Krystal Taylor.

A/N: I'm not going to write this story anymore but anyone is free to have it. If you do write it please tag me I would love to read it. 😭 You can also turn this into a Hanbin x fem! Black reader. Or any idol of your choice with y/n. 🙂

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dramioneasks · 3 months

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Marriage Law By: Kay Allen - T, WIP - Blue skies, with a chill in the air, is how Hermione Granger began her eighth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. With a click, the carriage door slid open and none other than Draco Malfoy stood before her. With a new law being passed by the ministry, will Hermione's dream of a quiet year finally become a reality. Post war, marriage law fic. 100% Dramione.

#author: Kay Allen #wip #year 8 #au #marriage law #friendship #romance #fluff

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mirahuyooo · 2 years

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Beloved Butterfly | kth

— From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he thought you were so beautiful—a butterfly he was so hesitant to touch in fear of it flying far away, but you stayed. As he became yours, you became his—his beloved butterfly.

Word Count: 3,989 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader Content/s: suggestive themes, mature content (violence, guns, blood, all that mafia shit), fluff, romance, established relationship, dual pov, cold mafioso!Tae is a simp for you, you & tae being a dangerous couple (rawr?), there was an attempt with the action sequence lol, ANGST, Mafia AU

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A/N: I really liked this one butterfly dress I saw on Pinterest and this was supposed to be a sweet CEO AU but I had just love the angst that the Mafia AU promised IM SO SORRY (っ °Д °;)っ ANYWAYS, i hope y’all enjoyed!! Let me know what y’all think (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

The black fabric falls gracefully over your figure before fluttering down against your calves. It was fairly simple at the front with a decent plunge that showed just enough of your décolletage to be the blank canvas that will display the layers of jewels you had planned on putting around your neck. The real party was at the back of the dress, which had the lace flowing out from the center into the shape of a butterfly—an imitation of fairy wings almost.

Grabbing the pair of pearl earrings on your vanity table, you take a look at the woman in front of you. With most of her make up done so simply, she would've gotten away with a natural look—had it not been for the red that painted her lips. Her hair was held up in a simple bun with delicate wisps of hair framing her face—a style which allows her to appear effortlessly elegant and showcase the beautiful lace detailing on her back.

She looks beautiful.

You look beautiful.

You had no doubt about it—nor would you have had the chance to in the first place. With footsteps coming close, you knew instinctively he was coming.

Kim Taehyung.

"You look absolutely ethereal, darling," he instantly says this, the moment his eyes landed on you, engraving every detail in his head of the way you looked in the mirror. It would be sin to ruin such a beautifully put together masterpiece, but who was he if not a devoted devil?

The red on your lips stretches to a smile at his words. “Thank you,” you say, eying him through the mirror with a gaze firm but fond. “I spent a great deal of time planning it through.”

Taehyung huffs like a child at the subtle warning you sent him. There was a dinner, you see, that Namjoon invited the both of you to, and with such high regards to pair with your will to fit into his world, your boyfriend knew there was no way convincing you out of this one—but, he’ll definitely try.

Stepping forward, his arms wrap around your waist in an almost territorial manner, a contrast to how his words soon come out. With a pout on his lip, your boyfriend puts forth his puppy dog eyes. "How can I possibly let you leave?" he then coyly whines, "can't we stay, hm?"

The lips grazing on your shoulders was tempting, but you manage to simply give him a sweet smile through the mirror as you put your last earring into place. You knew well a wolf hid behind that puppy façade. "We can't, Tae," you tell him, wordlessly handing him the necklace. "We promised we'd attend on time."

In spite of the pout on his lips, Taehyung abides by your silent request and drapes the pearls around your neck, the diamond heart resting just right in between your collarbones as the gold chain that accompanies it hangs idly by. The proud grin on his face couldn't be helped—he had given this to you after all.

This moment of triumph however was thwarted. It was hard not to when you caught the sneaky hands that were trying to slyly make their way down your hips. You thread your fingers together, locking them in front of your middle to keep them from wandering off. "Behave," you softly chastise, turning your head to shoot him a warning look.

Alas, he only wolfishly grins, not at all threatened by your scolding, but he nonetheless indulges. "If I do, will you reward me?" He muses, nose skimming along your cheek as his breath fans your skin.

You hum, turning back to press your lips in a short but sensual kiss. "Maybe," you say, pulling away from his embrace with a teasing smile. "Come along now," you sweetly call, "they’re already on their way there. We should be, too."

Taehyung almost growls at how easily you could walk away from the moment, but he composes himself. If he couldn't tempt your lust, then he knew it was best not to tempt your wrath and obey—for as long as he can, at the very least.

After all, good boys get rewards, and Kim Taehyung loves such luxuries.

Well into the night, the dinner party was in full swing—and yet, he would really rather be home right now.

Taehyung watched as you talked with Jimin and his girlfriend, perhaps something about her job and the latest project she was working on. The amiable smile and sweet gestures that encompasses you makes the atmosphere light, easily easing the newest addition to Bangtan’s world—something that Jimin has once pulled you both aside and immensely thanked you for.

For Taehyung, it was expected, of course. After all, it had been your own curious courage for a conversation that sparked a bond between you both—you, with your kind gaze making him fall in love with you—and when it did, it burst into a never ending flame.

A ghost of a smile lingers on Taehyung’s lips, but the icing on the cake is the fiery heart eyes he was making. One would argue that this softer look on the mafioso’s face was a sign of weakness—his heart bared on his sleeve in all of it’s vulnerability. After all, your constant presence has gotten rid of that terrifying glare he unconsciously does.

Such softness, however, mustn’t be taken advantage of. You, after all, had been taken in under Bangtan’s wing—trained by him, Jimin, and Jungkook themselves. You will never be caught so easily, and even if you would’ve been, there’s no way he’ll just stand there and do nothing.

As Jimin's girlfriend takes him aside to the buffet table, Taehyung seizes his chance to fill in your company. “Care to dance with me now, sweetheart?” he murmurs against your ear, as you idly sipped on a cocktail.

You hum against your glass as you lean into his hold. "One second," you chuckle as you down the rest of your glass, setting it down on a passing waiter's tray. Fully facing him with a smile that nearly compels him to do the same, you link your arms with his. "Shall we?"

Taehyung straightens his posture as his eyes dance in playful joy. "We shall," he muses back, leading the both of you to the dancefloor where other couples have gathered to the music performed by the quartet.

The sway that the two of you easily fall into made more time for Taehyung to engrave you into his mind—your eyes shining in awe at the chandeliers overhead, the constant beginnings of a smile that settles on your lips, and, of course, the love your soul bears as you finally turn your attention back to him.

"What is it?" you lightly snort upon noticing the dreamy haze his eyes cast onto you. "Something on my face?"

Shame doesn't make it to his face, a proud, flirtatious smirk tugging at his lips. "Have I ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you look tonight, my dear?" Taehyung purrs, head playfully tilting as you did.

From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he thought you were so beautiful—a butterfly he was so hesitant to touch in fear of it flying far away, but you stayed. As he became yours, you became his—his beloved butterfly.

Again, you laugh—such music to his ears. "Only about a dozen times on the way here," you muse, jokingly leaning in as if your words were a secret no one else should hear. "As you should, of course."

Taehyung chuckles. "Mhm," he agrees, "feel free to smack me if I ever lack in that department."

You endearingly roll your eyes at his teasing, knowing full well he never holds back with his compliments. "Just dance with me, will you, Kim?"

Your boyfriend pulls you closer without any further complaints. "With pleasure," he croons, standing tall with the pride of being with a beauty such as yourself. Oh, how he loves you.

BANG!

Alas, there are things in his life that put his beloved butterfly at risk.

The sound of gunfire pierces the paradise he's crafted for the both of you, the noise ripping a startled scream from all around him—including you. Immediately, the gentle, warm hold he had on your waist protectively tightening around your waist like a boa constrictor.

Who the fuck decided to ruin such a good night?!

Scouring the ballroom, he spots multiple gunmen surrounding the room as people begin taking out their hidden guns too. He turns to you, seeing you sneak your own pistol out. "Jagi—"

You interrupt him with a chaste, shaking kiss as you put up a brave front. "I'll be fine," you tell him, already readying to join the others. "Let's get out of this hellhole, hm?"

Taehyung could barely nod at your words, instinctively shooting at a bastard he saw point a gun towards you both. The two of you move almost in sync towards an exit, the panicked crowd nearly separating you two once or twice, but Taehyung never lets his eyes lose sight of you.

"Taehyung over there!"

His head whips towards where you nodded your heads towards—a set of revolving doors where Hoseok and Jimin held their stance as Namjoon guides Jimin's girlfriend out with him to safety. His hyung, too, sees you two. "Taehyung! (Y/N)!" Hoseok calls, "come on!"

Running.

That was all you could think of.

You ran so much, your calves were aching to no end. It's most definitely a bad day to wear heels. Taehyung's half tempted to carry you over his shoulders, but neither of you could afford to stop, not when there were bullets chasing after the four of you.

At some point, an intersection presents itself, with enemies in the hallway in the way of the two of you crossing over to where Hoseok and Jimin had managed to cross. The two of them cover for you both as you hurried over to them on the other side of the hall, Taehyung’s large frame hovering over as if to shield you.

“What’s the plan?”

There was a note of urgency in his voice, his grip tightening around your hip as he gently moved you away from the corner. With Taehyung on your left and Jimin on your right, you check your bullets as the men think about the next course of action.

Before you, Hoseok grunts as a bullet nearly pierces him when he turns to peak around the corner. “The parking,” he then tells your boyfriend, “get the cars, and the others if they haven’t made it there yet.”

As soon as the four of you gathered your bearings, you all immediately fell into a system of pairs—Jimin and Hoseok, and, obviously, you and Taehyung. Taehyung covers for you from behind whilst you manned in front. You manage to shoot two men down on your way to the venue’s parking lot.

As Hoseok and Jimin crouch towards Jimin's car, you and your boyfriend head to a different part of the parking lot for his. “Fuck,” you hear Taehyung lowly cursing under his breath, making you follow his line of sight, where you soon see that near his car were the some armed men looming around.

Fuck, indeed.

The two of you hid behind a pillar as you thought of the next move, which, fortunately, came to you. "I think there's about four of them," you note, "if we take down two each, then we’ll have about a few minutes until their backup arrives, right?"

Taehyung nods, though the rough layout of the plan doesn’t do well to assure him. Fishing out the keys from his pocket, another problem presents itself—there in the faint reflection of the car the two of you were hiding behind, he sees another man sneaking behind you.

Without another thought, Taehyung shoots him in the head. A bold and great move, had it not been for the fact that it attracted the attention of the other men in the area and unleashed a whole fight.

The two of you curse under your breath, as both sides tried to stick bullets into one another. One would say this is no fair fight—two against how many is a sure sign of being outnumbered—but this was Kim Taehyung, one of Bangtan’s best sharpshooters, and you trained under him.

Still, they kept on coming as the two of you tried to crouch closer towards his car—which hopefully doesn’t have too many holes in it to not work, otherwise this’d all be for naught. The rising tension is surely getting to you both, especially with the worry gnawing on you both about each other.

Yet, in the midst of the adrenaline rush, pain shoots through your body, an unexpected casualty considering that there's something sticking out of your shoulder —a throwing knife and not a bullethole.

“(Y/N)?!”

Ahead of you, Taehyung calls out for you, frantic to realize the two of you have been split from the other—perhaps because right now you were ducked behind a different car, trying to process the fact that a knife was thrown at you. You debate your options, pulling it out would make you bleed out, but you need it out to move more and shoot these bastards down.

It was then, another knife lands a nasty dent on the car behind you, missing your head by a couple of inches. You barely have the time to be shocked, forced to aim your gun at the bastard and shoot the last of your bullets on him, putting a bullet to his hand and neck.

Looking at the empty gun in your hand, you curse and tuck it back beneath your dress. You don’t have much time, this you know as you peeked over and saw your boyfriend occupied in between shooting, taking guns from the dead men around him, looking around for you, and getting close to his car. That’s it.

Taking a deep breath as you hold on to the knife embedded in your shoulder, you nearly make your lip bleed from biting back a scream. The grip you have on the handle is tight even as it shakes, and you use your other hand to apply pressure on your bleeding shoulder.

You waste no time catching up with Taehyung, sneaking past the bullets as best as you could under the disadvantage of only having a knife to your defense. Easily, your boyfriend frowns in fury at the sight of you clutching your injury, shooting the assailants around you to clear a path for you to make your way to him.

Too busy, ensuring your safety, he forgets his own, leaving you to notice the weakened bastard a few feet away, dying but not dead yet, aiming a gun his way. In that instance, your feet pick up their pace, sending you practically crashing into your boyfriend and Taehyung welcomes it, not knowing what was going on.

Two bullets lodge themselves into your back, while another grazes his arm. Only then did Kim Taehyung realize what occurred, the world around him turning deathly silent in spite of the fight still ongoing. Almost automatically, his eyes lock on the man, firing a bullet right between his eyes.

Sliding behind a car, Kim Taehyung tries to breathe, but even with his wrangled breathing, all he could say was your name. “(Y/N)?” he whimpered, his breath staggering just as much as his steps were from the impact. Looking down at your frame in his arms, he watched in horror as the blood bloomed across your back, the red butterfly ever so cruelly taunting him.

He pulls back to look at you, praying the blood was someone else’s from somewhere in the commotion. Still, he couldn't will himself to move in any bigger motions, hands shaking at the thought of making things worse.

All the while, however, you seemed to be grappling with reality, processing what had just happened. A soundless hiss leaves you at the pain lighting your body on fire. You can’t breathe—could hardly breathe—but you have to leave. You have to—

Your thoughts come to a halt upon realizing that Taehyung’s car is right before you. You made it.

Barely hearing him call your name, you lightly push him and yourself up. “Drive,” you urged him before he could utter any protest. This, your boyfriend obeys immediately, fishing for his keys and opening the car for you both, the bulletproof windows providing some coverage as you finally made it inside.

As soon as Taehyung reaches the driver's seat, he instantly revs the engine back to life, and plows through the gunmen trying to stand in your way. In that moment, a call from the others comes in from the burner phone hidden in the dashboard. It must be one of the boys.

Did they all make it out?

You could barely make cohesive sense of the conversation they were having, barely even register the twist and turns that Taehyung was making to lose track of any bastards that could be tailing you. By the minute, your consciousness slips from you, no matter how hard you wrangle it back into your hold. There’s a bitter taste of blood in your mouth, and it dribbles down your chin. You’re bleeding all over the place and everything hurts like a bitch.

Next to you, your boyfriend’s heavy stare catches your attention. Your eyes meet, your dazed gaze with his teary, furious ones. “Why did you do that?” he weakly hisses, before glaring at the road before him. It's almost terrifying just how fast he was driving.

Leaning your head against the window, your eyes flutter close as you try and gather your bearings. “Because I would die for you,” you tell him, laughing a little at the memory of him saying those very words to you too. Funnily enough, he, too, had caught a bullet for you then, and you had spent the whole week both scolding and pampering him.

If it was the same this time around, Taehyung would gladly take it—pray for it to be the case instead of the worst. He would take the heart attack over the heartbreak any time—would rather spend weeks, even months fussing over your bullet wounds than have you go now.

Mustering some strength, you reach to weakly squeeze his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, as you wipe away at the blood tainting your lips. “I did it without thinking.”

Either of you barely hesitate with one another, that much he knows. His eyes fall shut for a moment, just as a frustrated sigh falls from his lips. His heart hammers as he takes the car en route to the nearest trusted hospital. "Stop talking," Taehyung sternly commands, taking your hand in his. "Save your strength."

You know well how hard he’s trying, and while you put all of your faith in him, he’s hardly stable at the moment. It hurts to breathe, but you put on a mask of calm collectedness. "Keep your eyes on the road, Tae," you then tell him, "Focus."

Taehyung’s breath shakes as tears run down his cheeks. "I can't," he admits, stealing a glance at you. The color on your face fades, but he hangs onto the traces of your bright spirit.

“I love you, Kim Taehyung,” you tenderly tell him—just in case.

The frown on his face is immediate. “Don’t,” he curtly tells you, almost pleading, “Don’t say it like that.”

You softly smile at him, your poor darling, knowing that beneath this jaded front was a man who gave you his heart, the world, and more.

Taehyung skidded between the lines of hating the damn smile and indulging the very warmth it radiated. Perhaps, it was fortunate then, that his eyes blurred with even more tears.

No. Taehyung soon retaliates with himself, turning his focus on the road just as you said. I want to see her. Keep an eye on her. I have to get her to a doctor.

All the way there, his hand doesn’t leave yours—the faint warmth and pulse giving him a sense of hope as he drives. He doesn’t let go—not until the nurses held him back from entering the emergency room, not until he was forced to wait outside, not until another doctor forced him to get his own bullet wound dealt with.

Now, he’s left alone with his terrible, terrible thoughts.

Kim Taehyung shakes—with rage, with fear, and with hurt—even as Jimin and Yoongi came to sit with him, and assured him that the doctors will be doing the best they can, he couldn’t pay them any mind. His head bubbles with the ugly thoughts of blame, resentment, and vengeance.

“Mr. Kim…?”

Hours of what like forever later, a doctor finally came to him, approaching nervously. Kim Taehyung, being the intimidating force of nature he is, looms over the man with an eyebrow cocked, daring him to deliver bad news.

“We’ve done the surgery to the best of our ability,” the doctor stammers, “but…”

Taehyung’s blood ran cold. “But what?”

“She… she already lost a lot of blood, sir…”

Then and there, his world crashed.

Next to him, Jimin holds a tight grip on his arm, both to comfort his old friend and to hold him back in the case of an outburst. “Taehyung…” he calls for his name, but the man doesn’t give him any response. Taehyung was clenching his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug into the palms of his skin, drawing blood.

Without another word, Taehyung pushes Jimin away, storming out of the hallway, but his two hyungs catch him in time. The two of them hold him by the arm, wrangling the young man as best as they could. “Taehyung, that’s enough,” Yoongi scolds him, the older man struggling against holding him back. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

But the man in their arms could barely think anyway. “Let go of me!” he bellowed, chest heaving from the sobs that escaped him. “I’m gonna kill them! I’m gonna fucking kill them!”

Bystanders look at the commotion, shocked by the profanities being screamed—unaware that the grieving man was an actual criminal. “Calm down first!” Jimin yells as the two of them drag Taehyung away from prying eyes. “You need a plan to think things through. You’re going to get yourself kil—”

“I don’t care if I get killed!” Taehyung bites back, “I don’t—”

A slap renders Taehyung speechless, the sting on his cheek waking him up for a second before he glares back at Yoongi who now holds him firmly by the shoulders. “(Y/N) wouldn’t want you dead, Taehyung,” he tells the young man, “think and focus.”

At the mention of your name, he stops fighting back, head hanging low as sobs wrack through his very being. He plays the last of your words in his head.

I love you, Kim Taehyung.

This dawns yet another revelation to puncture another crack in his heart. “I didn’t…” he whimpers, letting Jimin pull him into a hug, “I didn’t tell her I loved her back.”

His best friend rubs circles on his back, heart breaking for the loss of a friend and the heartache of another. “She knows you do, Tae,” he assures him, “She always does.”

And Taehyung knows this well too. That smile you gave him was everything he could ever need to remind him how much you love him and how much you know he loved you too. The thought alone soothes yet burns him all the same.

Anger fades from his eyes, but so does every other emotion. His beloved butterfly, crushed under the cruel boot of fate while the bastards that started all of this are out there. “I’m gonna kill them,” Taehyung swears on his life, carving all of this in stone, “all of them.”

And like the butterfly of fate itself, your death unleashes a storm.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak

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