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carelessannie · 3 years

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Winterspider, Peter x Bucky, omegaverse, smut, nff, other specific warnings in the tags

For this prompt from @femmeparker

Me: let’s do this, but something kinda different

❤️❤️❤️ I love these two honestly Hope you enjoy!

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There’s not much on the TV. Someone made the mistake of giving Steve the remote, and now everyone is subject to watching each channel fly by at an alarming rate, the only constant sound in the room the rhythmic clicking of the next channel button. None of them complain, though. It’s very rare that they all have a quiet night together, and everyone seems content to watch Steve surf the cable box.

The six of them are spread around Tony’s living room. Pizza is already gone and at any moment Tony or Nat will take away the remote and turn on a movie, but Bucky could care less. He usually sits back and watches from the outside, anyways. He looks over at Bruce, and they share a knowing glance— both of them happy to stay quiet and let the others take the lead.

He could go for a drink, though. Bucky ambles to his feet, offering to grab stuff from the kitchen as he heads there. With his head in the fridge, he sorts through the drink options, gagging dramatically at the thought of one of the fruity wine coolers Tony has tons of. He looks at the bottle, scoffing at the ingredients and alcohol content. Four percent? Why even bother?

“Those are mine,” a sweet voice chirps, and Bucky smacks his head trying to turn around.

“Ow, fu—” Bucky lets the curse die on his tongue as he gets an eyeful of the prettiest boy he’s ever seen, swamped in a university sweatshirt and wearing a playful smirk. He holds out his hand, expectantly, and Bucky stares at it, unsure of what this angel wants.

Deciding to play it safe, he shakes the boy’s hand.

“Bucky,” he says, like an idiot.

The boy just giggles, tightening his grip and tossing his unruly curls, “Peter. And honestly, I just wanted you to hand me a drink— but it’s nice to meet you. I feel like since I’ve been at college, I haven’t been able to meet any of my dad’s friends,” he pauses, giving Bucky an obvious once over, “and I think I would have remembered you.”

Bucky knows his face is glowing red. He clears his throat and pops the top on the fruity drink, handing it over to Peter, “And your dad is?”

Peter takes a sip, “Tony Stark. I guess it makes sense he didn’t mention me.”

Oh, he did. Bucky— like the fool he apparently is— just didn’t realize Tony’s son is only a few years younger than Bucky himself. And drop dead gorgeous. Definitely a no fly zone for ex-assassin, centenarian soldiers with war trauma.

He backs up, heading towards the living room in a hasty retreat, when the air suddenly shifts, catching Peter’s scent, and throwing it in Bucky’s face.

“Oh, shit,” this time he does curse, smacking into the wall as he holds his nose, politely stopping himself from smelling the ripe Omega scent beckoning him closer. “I’m so sorry, fuck, I didn’t realize...”

Peter takes a step closer, placing his drink on the counter. He has Bucky cornered against the wall, and the Alpha has never felt more terrified.

“Shh, it’s okay,” the tiny Omega whispers, no doubt getting a nose-full of Bucky’s fear scent, “you’re not gonna hurt me.”

He watches, helplessly, as Peter steps into his space, his maple-honey gaze wide and pleading. The young Omega wraps himself in Bucky’s arms, burying his nose in Bucky’s chest, and starts to purr deep, soft breaths that shake Bucky to his core.

Not heat— no, not quite— but something very close is burning through Peter’s small body. Bucky realizes he’s supporting almost all of Peter’s slight weight, and searches for a chair. There is no way he’s carrying Peter out into the living room like this.

He must black out for a moment, because the next time he’s aware, it’s pitch black and Bucky’s sitting on the floor, still clutching the Omega to his chest. He looks around, hoping to catch sight of something familiar. Rice. Flour, sugar, Raisin Bran— great. Of course his Alpha instincts would not only den them up, but put them in the pantry. Stupid, practical hindbrain.

There’s movement outside, and Bucky growls, low and menacing in his throat.

“Buck? Are you in there?”

It’s Steve. Another Alpha. Best friend. Threat.

“What?” Bucky snarls, running his fingers through Peter’s hair comfortingly.

Silence for a beat, “Do you... Tony thinks you have his son in there, Bucky. Please tell me that’s not true.”

“He’s safe, Steve.”

The other Alpha curses under his breath, “Dammit, Buck. Okay, let me grab Tony. He’s gonna help.”

Bucky wants to protest, but the Omega in his arms has started gently nibbling on his fingers, holding his hand and sucking on them lightly. He hums his approval, and Peter just smiles sweetly, never once opening his eyes.

“James Barnes, do you have my son in there?”

Tony sounds strained, trying to keep his tone neutral as he paces in front of the door.

“He’s safe in here, Tony.”

“Can you give him back to me, Alpha?” Tony asks, a hint of panic coming through his tone. “He’s unbonded and needs his pack.”

Bucky whines, looking down to memorize Peter’s features in the low light. It’s safe in here, warm and dark and full of food, but Bucky’s instincts insist Peter will be safest with his pack. Dammit.

He stands up, hauling Peter into a princess carry, and slowly opens the door, checking for threats. Tony stands on the other side of the room. His hands are tightly clenched around the countertop, and his face is riddled with worry. Bucky walks slowly to his side, and drops Peter into his waiting arms.

Without the Omega in his grasp, Bucky is suddenly on the verge of tears. Peter whimpers, a painfully sad sound, and Bucky has to retreat before he does something to make this worse. “M’sorry,” he rasps, and turns to head for the door, passing the group of Avengers on the way. Steve tries to lay a comforting hand on his back, but Bucky just brushes it off.

He rifles around the living room, grabbing his phone and wallet, and then heads for the door. As he’s slipping his shoes back on, he feels a painful tug in his chest. Then there’s a loud sob from the kitchen. Bucky’s stuck, frozen, with one arm in his jacket as he listens for more.

A small wheezing noise. Urgent whispers. Bucky’s on his knees. Another sob. Quiet pleading and begging. Bucky curls up against the door, feeling his stomach cramp up. Footsteps approach.

“... don’t think he could’ve gotten far— oh! Barnes, what the hell?”

He barely glances at Clint, “... couldn’t... leave,” Bucky breathes out, groaning as another wave of pain clenches in his gut, tight in his chest.

Bucky’s not sure how long he stays pressed up against the front door. He hears voices around him, but can’t understand them. There’s someone pulling on his arm and picking him up. He tries to protest— they can’t take him away— but suddenly there’s a weight in his arms, warmth against his body, and his nose is firmly pressed into the top of his Omega’s head.

Thank god.

He rolls them slightly, pressing Peter up against the soft wall and hiding him from unwanted gazes. He closes his eyes, letting the comfort of his Omega close by lull him to sleep.

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When he comes to, it’s light outside. Peter is snoring gently in his arms, and Bucky’s head is clear. He sits up, taking in his surroundings. He’s in Tony’s living room and sitting on the largest couch, hovering over Peter’s still sleeping form.

“He imprinted on you, Bucky,” a voice behind him, Tony’s voice behind him, breaks the silence. He turns reluctantly to face the man, an apology already on his tongue.

“Save it,” Tony says instead, drinking from a coffee mug absently, “god knows why, but my kid, my only fucking son, chose you as his Alpha yesterday. I don’t get it. How did you even meet? Temporary mating bonds usually take weeks to form— but yours formed overnight.”

Bucky is speechless, so Tony rambles on, “That is what this is, right? Maybe scent compatibility, maybe his oncoming heat, but my Petey chose the world’s most deadly and unstable Alpha to imprint on. Not only that, but you had to go den him away— basically confirming your side of the bond in the process. You’re a fool, James. Actually, I’m a fool. Thinking you could be trusted—”

“Stop it, Dad,” Peter’s small voice interrupts, and the tiny Omega wiggles out from behind Bucky to stare down his father, “s’my choice. I want Bucky.”

“But why?” Both Bucky and Tony ask, in unison.

Peter just hums, looking up at Bucky with his precious doe-eyes, “Dunno,” he murmurs, addressing his dad while holding Bucky’s gaze, “He feels safe, Dad. His scent is different... calm and gentle.”

“Dammit,” Tony hisses, never taking his eyes off the pair, even as Bucky sways closer, enchanted by the perfect Omega pressed into his side.

“You sure, angel? You could have anyone, any Alpha you want would be head over heels to be with you.”

“Are you?” Peter asks, slotting his delicate thumb into the dimple on Bucky’s chin, tilting his head in a sweet, curious gesture.

“Am I...”

“Are you head over heels to be with me?” he smirks, but Bucky can see a sliver of vulnerable uncertainty in his eyes. His hands are still on Bucky’s face, and the bigger Alpha turns, pulling Peter to sit across his lap. He threads his fingers through pretty amber curls, smiling as Peter’s lashes flutter and tremble.

“More than anything— you’re already more precious to me than a hundred years could prepare me for.”

“Then let me choose,” Peter insists, twisting to look back at Tony, “please, Dad. Let me choose?”

Tony looks like he just ate a whole lemon, face twisted and body rigid in carefully controlled anger. Bucky gets it. He would never have dreamed of mating his friend’s son, but now— now that Peter has claimed him and invited him to stay— there is absolutely nothing that will separate them.

“Under no circumstances will he get pregnant, do you understand, Barnes?”

Bucky nods, but Peter fucking mewls, squirming on Bucky’s lap as arousal pours off of him in waves. The Alpha looks to Tony for help, terrified of the Omega slipping into heat in his arms.

“— fuck, no. Of course. Of fucking course,” Tony jumps to his feet, making his way down the hallway, “bring him with you— c’mon, Barnes. Hurry.”

With Peter cradled against his shoulder, Bucky runs, following Tony down the hall and into a bedroom. Tony’s bedroom, by the looks of it. The older man pulls out a tote bag, throwing it at Bucky, “Take inventory. I’ll be back in thirty-five seconds. Do not touch him.”

As Tony sprints from the room, Bucky upends the bag on the bed, keeping one arm around Peter as he sorts through the contents. Damn, this is the most thorough heat kit he’s ever seen. As he takes stock of meal supplements, electrolyte tabs, compresses, an embarrassing amount of toys and plugs, lotion and lube and even a few bath bombs, Bucky has a realization.

“Holy shit.”

“Don’t curse around my son,” Tony quips, tearing back into the room and tossing a small packet to Bucky, “these are his contraceptives. He takes one every morning, so set an alarm, do what you need to do— he’s not missing that.”

“Tony...”

“Also, you had better wrap it up. Alpha condoms are in the bag— we’re not taking a chance with your super soldier swimmers.”

“Tony,”

“— what?”

“... are you an Omega?”

There’s a moment where Bucky feels like he’s overstepped, “I just mean... I’ve never seen a heat bag so thoroughly stocked, even by a parent...”

Tony brings over a few of Peter’s clothes, shoving them in the bag, and laying a protective hand over Peter’s head. His eyes are steel when they look into Bucky’s, “Yes. Not a lot of people know that. I take high functioning suppressants, so I haven’t had a heat in years— not since I was pregnant with Peter. So you’ll understand if I’m a bit protective of my child, James.”

Bucky just reaches out, taking the bag from Tony, “You know I won’t tell a soul. The two of you are safe with me, Tony.”

Tony whips around and yanks him close, holding the collar of his jacket for leverage, “If you’re lying, you won’t be safe from me, Barnes.”

With one last, scalding look, Tony steps back and lets Bucky sweep his son away. Bucky shoulders the bag, heaves Peter into his arms, and runs out of the mansion, suddenly urgent to get them back to his den. There’s a car waiting, and Bucky settles them in the back seat, holding Peter close as they speed back to his apartment.

He’s so thankful for his own place. Living with Steve had been fine, but after a while, they realized that as Alphas, they desperately need their own territories. So Bucky bought an apartment in Brooklyn, thankfully only a twenty minute drive from Tony’s house.

It’s hard to pay attention, though, when the most alluring Omega is settled on his lap, pawing desperately at his pants and mouthing at his neck. He smells sickly sweet: caramel apples and funnel cakes with sugar and sprinkle-dipped ice cream cones all in one feverish body. Bucky rolls down the window.

When they arrive, Bucky hastily thanks the driver and heads right for his den, locking the doors and windows before settling Peter on his bed. He quickly unpacks the heat kit and fills a pitcher with water, letting Peter wake up and explore his space.

He almost drops the pitcher when he walks back into the den. Peter’s university sweatshirt and pants and pretty lace panties are all in a pile on Bucky’s floor, and damn do they look good there. His Omega is grinding, languid, on his bed sheets. His skin is flush and soft grunts escape his cherry lips as his hips move, flexing between an inviting presentation and a perfect bow of submission.

“Omega,” Bucky growls, causing Peter to freeze and look over his shoulder. His eyes are dark, needy and wild. “Look atcha, angel. So pretty ‘n desperate for me.”

Peter arches his back higher, showing off his perfect ass and pretty pink holes, “All for you, Bucky.”

Bucky makes sure to set the water pitcher down near the bed and grab condoms before climbing up next to Peter, kissing his flank and slowly stripping layers off. As he crawls to the headboard, Peter lifts his head up and pushes up onto his hands, tilting his chin up for a kiss. Bucky chuckles, more than happy to oblige.

It’s sweet, just like Peter’s heat scent. Bucky would be happy to drown in his Omega’s kisses and fade away in his arms. Peter's lips move slowly, tongue flicking out and tasting every so often as Bucky sits against the headboard, settling Peter in his lap.

They both groan. Peter’s tiny cock is straining against Bucky’s belly, snuggled smooth and wet against Bucky’s own length as they rut together, enjoying the dull pleasure and saccharine kisses.

“Touch me, Alpha,” Peter begs into Bucky’s throat, nibbling lightly and flexing his smaller fingers against Bucky’s hips.

Bucky sits up taller and uses both hands to part Peter’s supple cheeks from behind, slipping a few fingers underneath to trace along his delicate folds, scooping up a bit of the sweet slick he finds there.

“Open up, darling,” he murmurs, giving Peter a peck on the cheek as a reward when his Omega drops his jaw, mouth hanging open and tongue sticking out obediently. Without pause, Bucky shoves his fingers deep into Peter’s mouth, letting the Omega taste himself. Peter looks shocked, but sucks on Bucky’s fingers anyways. The inside of his mouth is scorching hot and velvety— tempting in a way that they do not have time for right now.

When he slips his fingers free, a slur of pleading and begging falls from Peter’s lips, urging Bucky on and ramping up his own aroused heat scent.

Bucky hitches Peter up further on his waist, sucking a swollen nipple into his mouth as he eases two fingers into Peter’s dripping entrance.

“Ho-oh-ly mother of shit, Bucky, please please... mm, need more. Please, more. Alpha!” Peter yelps as Bucky bites down, hard, on his nipple, using the distraction to work a third finger inside his Omega. He pumps them in and out, bouncing Peter on his hand. He shifts Peter’s weight, lifts him high, and uses his left hand to reach down and thumb at the throbbing clit he knows is just behind Peter’s tiny balls.

His mate screams, “Alpha!” and clenches down, coming violently while speared unforgivingly between Bucky’s hands. Clear, thick release spills from Peter’s cock, and Bucky leans down to suck it into his mouth, never stopping his assault on Peter’s sweet spots. He tastes absolutely divine, and Bucky’s eyes roll back in his head. Peter yanks on his hair, panting and wheezing as he trembles, thighs quaking around Bucky’s head.

“Bucky! Oh, oh oh oh,” Peter chants in between breaths, and Bucky jerks in surprise as his mouth is flooded, again, with his Omega’s cum. He strains to look up, to try and see Peter’s face as he comes apart a second time. Bucky swallows every drop and slowly lowers Peter to the bed. His pretty mate is still twitching, breathing hard, and is now staring at Bucky in shock.

Bucky crawls forward, leaning over his small mate, “Didja find nirvana, angel?” he asks, leaning down for a kiss.

Peter barely returns it, sighing happily into Bucky’s mouth, “Yes, Alpha.” His mouth suddenly pulls into a pout, and he turns sad, wide eyes to look at Bucky.

“What’s wrong,” Bucky panics, running his fingers lightly over Peter’s skin, searching for injury and making the Omega giggle and squeal, “what is it, angel?”

“You’re... you’re still gonna knot me, right?”

Oh. Bucky throws back his head to laugh, tossing Peter onto his front and lining up his straining cock, “You think you’re ready for this, sweetheart? You ever taken an Alpha cock in this pretty pussy?” he lets the tip tease in between Peter’s intimate lips, listening to his Omega wheeze below him.

“No, no no, not n’Alpha cock, Bucky please. Fill me up, fu-fuck me, Alpha.”

Bucky groans, “Damn, you sound so pretty with those dirty words in your mouth. So pretty begging for my cock.”

His Omega keeps begging, arching his back and wiggling his ass in the air as Bucky slips on a condom, kneeling behind his mate and lining up. God, Omegas are so pretty from behind— perfect pink holes are glistening wet, and the tiny cock and balls are just the cherry on top. So precious. Untouched and innocent.

“Take a deep breath, angel. It’s gonna be a stretch,” he waits until Peter obeys before pushing forward, inch by inch, into the hot, wet clutch of Peter’s body. Holy shit. Bucky falls forward, panting into his Omega’s neck as he bottoms out. This is heaven.

When Peter gives him the go ahead he starts a steady pace, withdrawing fully before slamming home in one, strong thrust. Peter yelps, tearing through the sheets, and Bucky just smirks, fucking into him with renewed urgency.

He tangles their fingers together in the remains of the torn sheets. Peter meets each and every thrust, cursing and desperate, lost to his heat as he’s split open on Bucky’s cock.

Then Bucky feels it, feels his knot expanding— bumping up against Peter’s entrance and catching on the flexible skin— and feels his orgasm build, deep in his gut.

“Gonna... oh fuck, Peter, angel. Gonna come. Holy shit, gonna knot you up so good, getcha stuck on me, baby. Fill you up, all nice’n full. Shit.”

He knows there’s a litany of profane promises spilling from his tongue, but he could care less as Peter flutters around him, shouting, “Alpha, oh!” as he comes for the third time. The passage around Bucky’s cock is suddenly slicker, sloppy wet, and he realizes what happened.

“Damn baby, I think you squirted on my cock. Fuck, that’s hot, oh. Oh my god. I’m coming, Peter. Fuck, Peter—”

His instincts wash over him, forcing him to rut until his knot is locked inside Peter’s still soft, still trembling body. He wants to bite, to claim, and sinks his teeth into his own bicep, growling deep as his cock is milked through a gut wrenching orgasm. His eyes roll back when Peter clenches down, and he can’t stop coming.

Peter wiggles around, shifting the intimate lock of their bodies and causing both of them to groan. “You’re heavy, Alpha,” he whines, clenching down again.

“Mercy, darling— fuck.” Bucky shivers as a smaller wave of pleasure blinds him, and he flops onto his side, pulling Peter along with him and tangling their legs together.

“How long, Alpha?” Peter mumbles, yawning gently and turning his neck to look back at Bucky sleepily.

“Bout half’n hour. We can rest until then.”

Peter just hums, content to rest in his Alpha’s arms.

Later, they’ll talk. They’ll learn middle names and talk about their favorite colors and dream of a future together. Bucky will watch him go off to college, and Peter will watch Bucky go off to battle.

Until then, Bucky looks down at his dozing mate. He has absolutely no idea where this perfect Omega came from, or why he would be lucky enough to mate him, to knot him, to possibly love him. But Bucky decides not to care.

With a warm Omega in his arms, smiling and squirming on his knot, Bucky will take whatever Peter is willing to give, and return it with as much of himself as possible.

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soulbornincoldandrain · 3 years

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matcha blossom past headcanons because if the anime isn't gonna give us backstory then im gonna headcanon myself some fucking CherryJoe backstory

joe mullet era, joe mullet era is so perfect its practically canon okay. kojiro is definitely that cocky high school kid who had the unruly mullet, the letterman jacket from swim team (have u seen those shoulders he was definitely a swimmer kid) and the attitude to go with it

he's the kind of golden retriever popular kid who nobody ever picks a fight with because he's just likable, the kind of boy who your elder brother would tell you to stay away from but can't give you any explicit reason why because they're probably friends with each other too y'know?

and like. he probably gets all the girls in that incredibly bisexual way, flirts with them and their boyfriends and their boyfriends's sisters and probably can't distinguish between flirtatious comments and general friendly behaviour tbh

and then we have cherry, the stereotype silent artsy kid who's,,, not quite an art kid per se? the kind of intolerable genius who was told to choose between computer sciences and fine arts in high school because he was at the liberty to make the choice because he's just that good y'know

( tbh calligraphy wasn't even something he took up seriously until his later years in college and he near instantaneously took an affinity to it, excelling in a way that nobody could've predicted and yet everyone saw coming; because he's just that good )

now the thing is, kaoru and kojiro knew each other since high school because they frequented the same skate park, got close with each other in high school because of skating which meant that neither of them knew how to close that gap outside of the park because they were just too different. skating was something that had become precious to both of them, in a way that they didn't want anyone else to find out, so how would they ever explain to anyone that the golden kid of peak popularity somehow managed to become best friends with the genius recluse with refined tastes?

hell, they couldn't explain it themselves- what they had going, how they kept it going, why cherry always sought out that same mop of green hair to challenge to a new race everytime he entered the park because he loved the exhilaration of victory but he loved it even more when he got to clasp joe's sweaty hand at the end of the race and come eye-to-eye with that glint of undeterred spirit in his warm brown gaze, a match well won- and they weren't too keen on confronting it themselves

so when they met that blue-haired heir of some extremely rich business corporation with a taste for adrenaline who insisted they call him ADAM, when he offered them a way to keep skating under their personas but as regulars- of course they took it.

maybe even because back then ADAM was a friend, an over-excited seventeen year old with a knack for picking up tricks that nobody else could mimick save for kaoru and kojiro, who loved skating more than anything in this world, with his knees and elbows all roughed up every evening as he did flips and jumps over everyone's heads, for whom living meant four wheels and a banged up board and running as far away as possible from his life until he could no longer hear the calling of his responsibilities--

S came into existence with the combined efforts of kaoru's sleek and calculated skill, kojiro's showy and extravagant tricks and ADAM's wild and unmatched passion for skating- and thus the legends were born.

and maybe something clicked along the way too, as kaoru became Cherry Blossom and kojiro became Joe and suddenly it was as natural to see Cherry and Joe together as it was to see the moon and stars, because they were the constants of S, the bickering arguing pair who never quite got to figuring out what they were so their relationship was just one long game of chicken to see who breaks first

( even though they'd already snapped, multiple times; a conversation straying a bit too close to vulnerable but it was okay because it was just cherry and joe, a sloppy kiss against the half-pipe on an unfortunate drunken midnight that was never addressed because it's just cherry and joe, a hand on joe's back after a particularly nasty fall and a few broken bones and cherry's name on the restaurant's list of regulars even though he seldom shows up during working hours because it's just cherry and joe--)

and ADAM would break their hearts, something would definitely go down between the three and some betrayal, some backstabbing, some grave and dangerous mistake that left cherry and joe in the dust with nobody for each other but themselves as ADAM went forward in search of his EVE, his best friends and closest counterparts discarded in search for an equal because he could never be satiated (and one of the first people he put in the hospital was in fact cherry, and joe never forgave him for it) and thus came the end of the legendary trio

somehow, even when everything went to shit, when S became more than just a casual racetrack for the local skating scene to have a bit of fun and instead evolved into a sort of death ground for ADAM's victims as he grew more and more unhinged, some wild glint of satisfaction in his eyes that terrified even his closest friends, even as the founders of S no longer wished to claim ownership of what they'd helped create and the one tie that was supposed to have kept them together fell apart, cherry and joe would remain together because it's just how they are.

cherry and joe would continue to skate together, would grudgingly adopt that eccentric trio of children with way too much ambition on their hands and enough love for skating to endear to cherry and joe and shadow, would gladly help in their (admittedly insane) plans to take down ADAM and they would do it together, just like they always have, just like they always will.

because that's how it always will be, cherry and joe and joe and cherry, for life

#kojiro nanjo #sk8 joe #sk8 the infinity #matcha blossom #sk8 cherry blossom #sakurayashiki kaoru #sk8 the infinity broke my heart #fuck ADAM #matcha blossom BRAINROT

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hurlumerlu · 4 years

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Okay, vague asks so that you can let your brain ramble all you want: favourite things about Vex ?

Oh, Vex. Vex-Vex-Vex-Vex.

Ok so I started to get attached to the characters (as opposed to just enjoying the banters and the fights) during the Vasselheim arc, and that’s where my understanding of Vex went from “ok so she’s the cool girl and the other two are the good girl and the akward girl” to “ok there’s more to her (and to the others)” during that arc too. Her reaction to being forced to part with Vax had my ears perk up, so to speak, and then (because she’s in a bad mood) she’s so catty with Zahra only to bond with her over shitty dads and I was like. Yes. Those are things I can get behind.

But the moment I truly fell in love with her was when they come back to Greyskull Keep and the cook points out that they haven’t fucking paid the staff and among the party Vex is the most ashamed and immediately uses her own money to pay the staff because the party funds aren’t enough (Vax gives money too, they both get it in a way that the others just don’t seem to) but while she does that she puts on her most aristocratic, Grande Dame drawl ? And idk, something clicked here, I just went “you poor fucking idiot, I am going to love you with all my heart” and I never saw any reason to go back on that.

Vex is an extraordinarly messy character, deeply stuck in the past (past humiliations, past guilt), and I both love and hate that she pretends so hard all the time, that she’s fine, that she got this, and I both love and hate that she comes to Percy speaking of forgiveness as if what she did (killing two people in self defense) is in any way comparable to what he did (hey remember when he tortured a kid and that somehow wasn’t his wake up call ?). Because her vulnerability and the way she constantly doubts herself while refusing to face or vocalize those feelings almost all the time really draws me to the character, I feel, for lack of a better word, protective of her, but also I just want her to be happy ! I wish she could just be happy !

And I love and hate that she’s at heart a caretaker whith a soft spot for lame dogs, constantly collecting strays (all of Vox Machina is included in that statement), because that’s lovely but they should take care of her more ! and I love and hate that her Hunt ends with her being first compassionate, then doubting herself and going back on that only to doubt herself again, never knowing if she made the right choice because it’s just so symbolic of her whole character it makes me want to tear my hair out.

But enough of this love and hate shit, here’s what I love wholeheartedly about her : I love every time she talks to Trinket, I love how smart (the kevdak fight, the vorugal fight) and how funny she is (her limerick for Scanlan, the bathroom scene, there’s too many really), I love that in many ways she’s still the scrappy little runaway who will fight tooth and nails to see another day, I love when she gets selfish and vicious and toughtless when you’re touching something precious to her (even if it’s just Keyleth starting to consider dating Vax), I love her relationship with her brother, the back and forth, the good and the bad, the blindspots, the unconditional love and loyalty, I love her romance with percy because she drops the facade for him more than for anyone else and he’s always ready to meet that with absolute support and trust and he understands her even when she doesn’t put it into words (but also for more superficial reasons lol) and I love ! that she’s like that with money because whenever she haggles I hear the-lady-knight grumbling “but it cost me two whole euros >:(” and i am overcome with fondness.

I also love her ending, that she gets to be the Champion of one of those stupid authority figures because that’s important for her, and that she gets to have a family and to belong and to be the protector of a land, because even though those aren’t usually my kind of ending, it’s clearly what she’s be searching for all her life and now she here’s, she’s Home. It’s good.

Special mention goes to her love of flying, though. She’s just so happy in the air in a way that is so uncomplicated and contagious, for once metaphorically weightless, and it’s great, she deserves the sky, she deserves that absolute freedom away from any critical eye, I will never get tired to see her soar.

#not sure if this makes any sense but i don't have the strenght to re-read myself right now #anyway vex good also i just really love archers all the time it's just an inescapable a fact of life #critical role #*an inescapable fact of life #ask #long post

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mego42 · 3 years

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Shamelessly stealing @foxmagpie’s monthly rec thing without the ability to get my life together to do these on a monthly basis so, seasonal recs! So excited to see if I manage to do this again with anything remotely resembling consistency but i’ve been keeping the notes for approximately 43 years (or since ~september, whatever that means) so by god i’m gonna use them.

found my thrill - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe

Turner POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys turner is SO OBSESSED with Beth and Rio

both canonically and in this fic

it’s gr9

also features a weirdly soothing and relatable cord untangling moment as a metaphor

truly disturbingly relatable turner pov tbh

relentless boomer disdain, always a plus

led to the creation of this monstrosity, not sure what kind of a monster would do that

War In My Mind - mintletters16

Backread!!!!

post-213, gorgeous character study

guaranteed to make you feEl stUfF

I really love the like, cyclical, fractured pattern of Beth’s internal monologue, it gives the whole thing a really affecting at times dreamy, at times haunted vibe

the end twist is *chef’s kiss*

mourning bells - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet

Backread!!!!

Later s2 era, Rio’s at a funeral, gets drunk and calls Beth

V short, kind of…..mmm, not sweet, but almost? Idk

It’s got a wistful sort of almost/i can be quiet with you vibe that i go extremely bonkers for

delinquents - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Lol are any of you actually not reading this yet?

g o d ch 8 where do i start

First off how ABSOLUTELY VERY DARE for the tragic angst that is delinquents!beth boland. This poor baby, this precious bean. MUST PROTEC

SHE’S TRYING HER BEST AND I LOVE HER

zero percent deserves dean’s clammy hands, no i have not forgotten, tattooed on my brain, will never forgive

I also love love love love LOVE the ruby/stan subplot happening

(and ruby’s mom!!!!!) (seriously though you write the best moms)

oh god and baby beth starting to have confusing feelings about rio?????? *chef’s kiss*

p sure i was just like, straight screaming the entire end of the chapter

the dugout is like, pure serotonin

I can’t even talk about the closet

tHe teNsiOn

thank you i will take eleventy billion

don't give it a hand, offer it a soul - medievalraven / @medievalraven

am a desperate heaux for any fic that features rio and mick friendship

you are all incredibly shocked i know

still would not be mad if this swerved into rio x mick fake dating but beth x rio is cool too i guess

Speaking of things i am a desperate heaux for: DIANE!!!!!!!!

and DATING ANNIE???????????? Blessed

honestly this fic is worth it purely for the assertion that mick watches queer eye

Why don't we go to Venus? - watermelonriddles / @bensonstablers

another grief study!

apparently i was working through some stuff in september, idk, that was like 4 years ago

considering it’s the premise of the fic, i don’t think it’s a spoiler to say this fic is canon divergent and working with the premise that rio killed beth in 302

he is uh, not coping well

extremely haunted you might say

lots of marcus and rhea which is a delight!

rhea is to good for him tbh

i said what i said

truly top notch dream (nightmare?) sequences

the conversation at the end is extremely uncalled for

drop the game - Ejunkiet / @ejunkiet

Backread!!!!

Am going to die mad Beth and Rio didn’t hook up in 211 but luckily this fic scratched the itch

(temporarily, it’s a fairly permanent itch)

Bonus rec: missing scene series i wanna do bad things to you featuring 2x02 and 2x04

Viva Voce - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx

Whoops we woke up married Vegas shenanigans!!

So cute!!!!! So sexy!!!!!

What more do you want?

am desperately obsessed with how beth can’t help stalking rio

feels right, feels organic

this makes me feel a lot of stuff about how they could be without their canon garbage between them

🎶 we could’ve had it aaaaaaaaaaall 🎶

you showed me colors (i can't see them with anyone else) - gild_fire / @gild-and-fire

really into the use of color to illustrate beth’s emotional state, i feel like there’s a word for that but idk what it is

UNIMPORTANT

really nice job capturing beth’s inner vulnerability balanced by her outer stubbornness

am DESPERATELY into Mick playing matchmaker

more please???????

Both Sides of the Law - JoeyLee / @joeyjoeylee

LAW SCHOOL AU! I suuuuuuper love Beth and Rio here (alt pov!! a gift!!!!) I love how initially prickly they are, I love how it’s evolving into a grudging respect, I love how INCREDIBLY AND HILARIOUSLY OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER THEY ARE and neither one of them seems to see it

listen I know we’re all already foaming at the mouth over this one but as it’s gonna go down as one of my all time favorites it bears repeating/rereccing

cannot stress enough how masterful the use of POV is here, both voices feel completely true and distinct and I love how the alternating chapters revisit, reveal and emphasize pieces of each other

i can’t talk about this fic without hyperventilating

I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU GUYS

the slow burn is going to ACTUALLY KILL ME

rip, no regrats

Earned It - wakeupflawless / @wakeupflawless

spanking

that’s it that’s the pitch

H O T

living for beth’s exit in the first chapter, rio and i are both incredibly into it

second chapter also features violently possessive Rio who cannot deal with anyone messing with his girl so if that’s your thing boy howdy get on it

shake, baby, shake - openhearts

backread!!!!!

according to my bookmarks this was a reread but ???????

must’ve read it in the fugue state that followed reading for a moment we were strangers which is gr9 and I believe I have recced it before. If not, horrible oversight, reccing it now

beth and Rio POV lead up to the bathroom break, beautifully done, low-key feel bad reccing it bc the end point of both chapters makes me want to throw things but it’s super worth it for the tEnsiOn. ENJOY

What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have - flashindie / @pynkhues

I’m assuming all of y’all are already reading this

If not OH MY GOD FIX YOUR LIVES

P I R A T E A U

I’m sorry maybe you didn’t hear me piRaTE aU

meticulously researched, brain-meltingly vibrant, already painfully sexy slow-burning PIRATE AU

god where to start okay so first off, the world-building here straight up breaks my brain, sophie’s put in the work and it SHOWS

second, the atmosphere. i’m generally a pretty like, vague mental picture sort of reader but the sensory detail here grabs you by the throat and like, forcibly hauls you in whether your brain’s wired that way or no

and hey speaking of throats if you, like me, go a little funny about the knees at the idea of beth holding a knife to rio’s throat (he’s fine, calm down), there’s a v excellent beth-in-a-barrel moment for you

oh christ and the sexy tension

it’s gonna be a race to see which slow burn takes me out first, this or law school

Stunner - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Another high school AU, this time with baby Rio absolutely head over heels for his older sister’s bff

stunner!Rio has an emotional earnestness about him that I feel like delinquents!Rio has already outgrown and it’s so SWEET I can’t get enough

Desperately cute!!!!!!

alL he waNts iS foR beTh tO bE hiS girL

also unreasonably angsty???????

ANN ARBOR IS NOT THAT FAR MEGAN

A Heart's A Heavy Burden - tooshyforthis / @bathroombreaks

Howl’s Moving Castle AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love Howl’s!!!!!!!!!!!

perfect opp to roast Rio for being a Dramatique Heaux

and it’s gonna be 9 chapters?????? H Y P E

author’s note boldly presumes I did not know I needed this AU when the reality is I did in fact know I needed this AU, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to deliver

so blessed

author also claims to not be team nose stud and yet it features prominently in all its magnificent glory

what is the truth dot gif

A Bit of a Stretch - septiembre / @septiembur

SO????? CUTE?????????

would be on this list for Rio calling Beth E alone tbh

really really really really really love this Rio POV of being settled into a relationship with Beth

It manages to be sweetly domestic af while still holding the edge that makes brio brio which is a neat trick

@septiembur may be a witch

beth’s approach to getting rio to do yoga with her is hilarious and exactly right, canon-typical amounts of subtlety

1000000/10

Post Break-Up Sex - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs

stg this was called Hit Shuffle

no matter

h O T

with a side of damn i’ve made some questionable choices in my life haven’t i introspection

(no regrats tho)

(esp not with this fic)

not the point of the fic by a long shot but i’m also extremely obsessed with Weed Eddie, so real

She drains my soul... she drains it not - niham87 / @niham87

ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT

am a complete sucker for paranormal world building that satirizes bureaucracy

Is that a trope? If so that’s my favorite

I did it. I’m picking a single favorite. You know what that is growth dot gif

ANYWAY i love the concept, i love the humor, i love beth instantly clicking with annie

I love her and mick’s sort of grudging professional courtesy

Love beth as a champion of environmental responsibility and all of the underworld being like …...okay??

cannot wait to see where this goes

Nine-Tenths - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

sometimes i think about rio putting beth’s hair in a ponytail and have to go lie down

science please explain why this rUinS mE

wait hold on i skipped ahead

HEY KIDS DO YOU LIKE UNBEARABLY CUTE DOMESTIC TENDERNESS

opens with rio sleepily holding beth’s hand to his heart so that’s the kind of thing you’ll be dealing with

uGH theY’RE sO CUTe

idk why precisely but rio adding hair ties to his bracelet collection is my undoing every time

Missed Call - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Rio doesn’t come home from a job when he’s supposed to. Beth (and I!!!!!!!) slowly loses her mind

Truly a masterpiece of rising tension

Will literally never forgive her for calling this light angst

I was SO STRESSED OUT

The first person to point out there was an author’s note at the beginning I obvs didn’t read is getting blocked

crush - foxmagpie / @foxmagpie

Listen even though this is centered around two OCs, they are OCs FROM a (n iconic) brio fic AND Beth, Ruby and Rio all make cameos (I mean, Rio’s pretty present since he lives in Mar’s mind rent free bc they are THE SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE BEST OF FRIENDS so idk if i’d call it a cameo but whatever)

and even if it didn’t feature any official GG characters I’d still rec is bc that’s mY SON AND this fic is TOO CUTE

I have so many feelings over mar and rio growing up and not knowing how to cope with girls becoming a Thing in their life and how it affects their friendship and mar feeling left behind but (SPOILERS) at the end of the story rio starts feeling that too and it’s so poignant knowing how that’s going to continue in delinquents

while mar may be my son, i also claim elena’s #1 stan status

before you’re like meg you’re only reccing it bc it’s a bday present ask yourselves do i really strike you as the kind of person that wouldn’t be equally obnoxious about this either way?

truly cannot fathom how hard i have fallen for these OCs i don’t normally do that

@foxmagpie is definitely a witch

The Ottoman - Niham87 / @niham87

look i will be the first to admit that i don’t go near as bonkers over the ottoman line in 308 as y’all do

(don’t get me wrong, i love it!!! I love that he laughs and i love that she’s pleased it just doesn’t hit my lose my whole mind button like idk, the dubby or the 306 convo, idk why)

BUT i v v v much love the context this delightful Rio POV pwp gives it

am also absolutely feral for 209 missing scene fic

and anything that captures the complexity of Rio’s s3 feelings for Beth and how twisted they’ve become

so this scratches a bunch of itches, is what i’m trying to say

Bet On It - zetuslapetus / @querenaxx

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

That’s what my brain does when I think about Beth and Rio meeting in ch 1

am DESPERATELY OBSESSED WITH the tension between the two of them in this fic

I love how it plays with the ways they have to rely on but don’t trust each other

plus FAKE DATING and BED SHARING (fair warning hasn’t happened yet but the set up is there)

originally supposed to be 2 chapters, already up to 4, prayer circle it goes on forever

do you like drugs (tonight) - s_t_c_s / @sothischickshe

v important focus on hydration, other fic should take note

extremely about the use of cut to and then flashback to enhance the ‘we were on drugs’ vibe

speaking of, beth and rio absolutely would take ecstasy to prove they are fun bc they are the exact kind of idiots that would peer pressure themselves

so glad beth kept her purse, got a bit stressed there for a second, clutches in that kind of circumstance are A Risk

not that i would know

FLAWLESS USE OF VOICEMAIL TBH

really love the ongoing denial that they are remotely into each other while proceeding to demonstrate how they are in fact, extremely into each other, great vibe

rio dances

I know my brain broke too

mmmm bacon

Navigate A Broken Path - flashindie / @pynkhues

*INCOHERENT PTERODACTYL SCREECHING*

I have a long standing tradition of getting unreasonably obsessed with side characters so i’m not like, entirely surprised by how obsessed i am with both Mick and Mary Pat but i never in a million years considered them as a ship

AND Y E T

they fit????? so perfectly?????? It’s amazing how she developes them individually enough that i look at them together and think ah yes this makes perfect sense for both characters

and they’re such an amazing foil to Beth and Rio?

can ships have foils? do i know what a foil is?

unimportant

GUYS you dON’T uNDERStAN d

hell i don’t understand

how absolutely very dare you make me care about YET ANOTHER set of gg ‘verse children

do not read this fic if you have no interest in feelings you zero percent asked for

wHA t hAPPeNED iN aLASkA?????????

A Moment’s Silence - femalegothic / @bethsuglywigs

*makes sign of the cross*

y’all are gonna make me rediscover religion

extremely appreciate the author’s note approach to backstory top notch prioritization

listen it’s basically 3k of beth deep throating rio idk what more you need me to say about it

it is…..good stuff

bless the kinkmeme or fest whatever we’re calling it

praise - civillove / @blainesebastian

I mean you had me at “three times rio calls beth a good girl and one time he really means it”

ephemeral rio

I left that note for myself in here in the middle of the night and haven’t the foggiest what i was thinking but i stand by it none the less

okay okay i think i know what i meant, this fic (as do all of my fav civillove brio fics) has this sort of like, liminal, in the quiet moments feel to them that makes the moments and feelings somehow feel like i’m catching a glimpse of something secret and precious???

idk i just really like it okay

Heart and Soul - riosnecktattoo / @riosnecktattoo

oh look more unbearably sweet domestic tenderness, this time to music

thank you ma’am for my life

rio remembers beth used to play piano and gets her one and revoltingly cute shenanigans result

also hilarity

and sexiness

this fic has it all, truly

shout out to mick who sees no reason to keep rio’s feelings to himself

good girls tumblr fic - prettylittlementirosa / @hypermania

cheating and reccing a whole series

It’s my list and i can do what i wanna

stop crying about it, it’s four fics and they’re all AMAZING absolutely impossible to pick a fav

truly flawless characterization, next level ability to capture evocative mood, cannot get enough

three’s a crowd: who knew ballroom dancing while dean watches and grinds his teeth could be so sexy

(trick question everything about that premise sounds A++++ and boy howdy does it live up)

feel it on the way home: rio tries to break up with beth, it goes about as well as you’d expect

(thE angSty tenSioN)

i want to play the game: [from the floor] i’m still not ready to talk about it

(rio/turner, missing scene, 10000000% a taste of what went down in that hotel room)

june after dark: pitch perfect annie pov, really really love the take that Annie is the baby whisperer, can’t fully explain why but it feels incredibly right

(ANNIE X NANCY COULD WORK SO WELL YOU GUYS)

#fingers crossed these links are right i did not double check #i like to live on the edge #truly mind boggling amount of fluff on this list i surprised myself on that one #no i will not at any point get my shit together enough to write out thoughtful commentary this is a shit posting blog first last and always #fic recs #gg fic #nbc good girls #i'll come up with a tag for these if i ever do them again #check back 37 years from now #or ~~~~~~march #whatever that means

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theyaskedmeto · 3 years

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your wish is granted! (albeit like 1 month late)

the kiss list

prompt for this oneshot is: Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

pairing: kurt x blaine

summary: three chronological kisses that probably happen all the time. neither kurt nor blaine will ever get tired of them.

authour’s note: im kinda proud bc i boshed this one out in one night and it’s like one am as im writing this and i’m sleep deprived but i kinda really like this lil drabble so hope you like it!!!

read on ao3 or read the rest of these little fic prompt fills here

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1. Goodbye with the Car Lights Off Kiss

It’s Ohio, and if any gay couple knows they have to be careful, it’s Kurt and Blaine, because they’ve both lived here all their lives and they know what it’s like here.

But Blaine’s still at Dalton, as much as Kurt has asked him (he’s starting to go a little mad with Blaine’s ‘But the warblers are my friends!’ speech), and they really don’t get to see each other as much as they’d like to, with the distance and schoolwork and how Kurt’s stressing over his room because he’s planning to redecorate it soon, and he needs absolute silence to work out the correct shade of blue to match his complexion, so these moments are precious to them.

They went to the movies, had to just go as ‘friends’ of course, but it’s not like Kurt’s going to be comfortable enough anyway to start making out with Blaine at the back of the cinema - he’s always too worried about the other people there, anyway. Still, he does think about it, thinks about simply being able to hold hands on a date without the fear of vulnerability, because here, the love they share isn’t an easy obstacle to overcome. Not to other people, at least.

So it’s in the car that they can truly be themselves, Kurt driving Blaine home in his navigator and Blaine just looking at him like it’s the most natural thing to do, and Kurt is a little too aware of it, just keeps his eyes on the road.

Some way through the journey, though, his hand moves off the steering wheel, finds Blaine’s in the middle, clutches it. And they both don’t say anything, because nothing needs to be said. Kurt is just happy they have this time, now. They listen to Joni as she sings her high notes, ‘I’ve been to sea before…’ and push on, the relaxing sound of the car engine washing over Blaine’s ears, the calmness of late-night drives home putting him at ease. Kurt squeezes his hand as a signal pf finality before putting it back on the wheel, getting wary of the harsh darkness of the night. And Blaine looks out the window, wistful.

When Kurt drops Blaine off, a blocks down because Blaine’s dad is iffy about parking (they both know that’s not what he’s really ‘iffy’ about in that situation), it’s weird how there’s sudden silence - that silence signals the end of the journey, and Blaine already misses Kurt; Joni’s not singing anymore and Blaine’s heart pulls because he knows Kurt plays it because it reminds him of his mom, and Blaine loves the originality of the singer’s voice.

They turn the lights in the car off because it’s Ohio, they really do have to be careful and it’s nearly eleven, and Kurt reaches over again and grabs Blaine’s hand, notices how his face is shadowed by the moonlight, smiles lightly.

Blaine says, words blurring together slightly now he’s a little tired, “I’ll see you at the football game on Sunday?”

Kurt sighs, “Yeah. Not if I can help it.” and Blaine laughs, looks down and shakes his head. His watch beeps eleven ‘o clock, and it’s curfew now, and Blaine needs to leave.

“I… need to go.” He mumbles although it’s exactly the opposite of what he wants to do, and Kurt breathes in and nods, so adult-like the way he does it, like he’s always leading these situations like he’s grown up to be this way because he had to.

“I’ll miss you,” He says and the moonlight is the only light in the car, “See you soon.” and kisses Blaine, lingering for just a moment with the car lights off and the rest of the world quiet around them, and when Blaine pulls back he says, “Love you.”

Kurt smiles, “Love you too.” and Blaine opens the car door.

2. The Shopping List Kiss, but engaged

“So we’ve got…” Kurt takes a moment to recount in his brain everything they need from the store, “peas, milk, wine…”

“Balsamic vinegar!” Blaine exaggerates, and it’s almost hysteric how Kurt can see him thinking back to the salad they had the night before, no dressing at all and basically just some salad leaves in a bowl.

“You know how expensive that stuff is…” Kurt trails off, but writes it down on his little A6 pocket notebook anyway because Blaine has a look of such desperation on his face like if he doesn’t buy balsamic vinegar it will be the end of the world, and clicks the top of the pen as he thinks again: don’t need any more flour, Blaine bought like two packs of that last week and then I cried over making him a Bakewell tart; don’t need any more butter, there’s still that weird vegan stuff in the fridge; we’ve already got orange juice…

Blaine says, interrupting Kurt’s thoughts, as boring as they may be, “Would you be so kind and get some full-fat milk instead of skimmed? It tastes like water, Kurt.”

Kurt looks at him, eyebrows raising, “Are you criticising my milk choices?”

“...Yes.”

“How does full fat even make a difference? It’s literally just milk.”

“It tastes like water!”

The sound of a click on his pen again - Kurt’s fiddling with it as he presses it against the notepad, thinking thinking thinking. He says, “Only if I get a kiss first,” and raises his eyebrows expectantly and taps his cheek, and Blaine gets up from where he’s sitting at their tiny dining table, puts his hand lightly on Kurt’s forearm as he presses his lips to the skin with a loud smack, and Kurt laughs, “Fine.” and adds the words ‘full fat’ to where he’s written ‘milk’

3. Welcome Home Kiss, and husbands now

Blaine’s mind is a whirl of different worries, his bag filled with papers to mark and grades to give and there’s a lot to think about, recapping through his day; how his teaching assistant is off sick with some sort of awful flu thing and it’s hard, managing everything on his own when his kids can be so unpredictable and he is new to this. But he’s good at what he does. He knows that.

He’s barely moving consciously during his journey home, through the New York subway just like many of the other people here on their daily nine-to-five. It’s so relative to him now, this journey - he doesn’t really think about it anymore. He just knows that when he gets home, Kurt is actually going to be there instead of working late in the office - things have eased off a little since fashion week ended - and it’s an incredibly comforting thought, that when he gets home, there’ll be Kurt there, real and beautiful and there. Blaine thinks about what he might be doing, maybe he’s got the wicked soundtrack on, maybe his soft voice is singing sweetly to the melodies of Joni Mitchell’s voice - something that always reminds Blaine of when they were young, or maybe he’s making dinner, sizzling in the pan - his signature stir-fries are always delicious.

And Blaine is so happy he’ll be home.

He opens the door and there Kurt is, scrolling through his phone as he leans against the counter near the hob where there’s some pasta boiling (it’s rigatoni - Kurt will always lecture Blaine about how it is the superior pasta shape) and some sort of sauce on the go too, and if he listens closely there is Joni Mitchell playing in the background, and Blaine smiles because A Case of You will always be one of his favourite songs.

He drops his bag on the floor and puts his coat up on the hanger by the door, walks over to his husband and kisses him quickly. “Hey,” he says, “smells delicious.”

Kurt hums appreciatively, “Hmm. Welcome home.”

#Kurt Hummel #blaine anderson #vogue!kurt #teacher!blaine #early!klaine #fluff #klaine fic #glee fic #klaine #elsie writes #klaine prompt post fills #omg i get to make a queue tag #and i will love queue until the end of time

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leeknow-bestboy · 4 years

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Minsung Mermaid AU

-Where Minho is a merman with a big muscular gray tail, and is considered the fastest, best hunter in his pack.

Minho went hunting for seals one day. They do as orcas do usually, leap out of the water and snatch pray- but that day Minho did a risky jump and got just a little bit stuck.

Before he could push himself back to the sea he heard two human voices, so he hid and watched as Jisung and Seungmin climbed down big rocks to take pictures of the seals.

He could kind of understand what they were saying, but he doesn't speak fluent human, he has a heavy accent and his main tongue is in clicks and hisses.

He gets so curious, he comes to spy on them again and again.

One time it's just Jisung: he sees a baby seal and his reaction is so cute, that Minho only thinks- wow, this hunter sucks.

Can't even catch a baby seal.

So he calls to him, and Jisung gets so confused before realizing what he's seeing, because that's a whole ass merman offering him a bloodied half of a dead seal.

So he yells and runs. Minho pouts a little but whatever

Seungmin and Jisung do return after that to look for him, and Minho sees them because this is prime hunting ground he doesn't only come here for them obviously, but he hides in protest, and only comes out when it's Jisung alone again

This time he tries to talk to him but his accent is so heavy, and Jisung is scared at first but eventually he gets over himself and Minho lets him touch his tail

He thinks Jisung being scared is cute, because Minho isn't even a siren he's a merman, he doesn't eat humans- he hunts seals and fish for his pack and they share them in a civil way.

He's an intellectual and he knows he's pretty, Jisung got scared for no reason

-But also Minho has a big crush on him by now

He thinks his laughter is super pretty

When Jisung asks him if he even understands what he's saying, Minho goes *head tilt* to fuck with him but then laughs and says Yes in a really thick accent and Jisung hits him

Somehow they become boyfriends

It just happens

Their first kiss is almost an accident, only it isn't. Jisung shows Minho things on his phone, they're sitting close, and when Jisung looks up Minho's pupils are huge, he's smiling that stupid smitten smile and it almost doesn't register with Jisung that he was looking at him the entire time.

Jisung is so scared, of Minho and of liking Minho, he isn't human,

He didn't think this was a real thing that could happen at all, hadn't considered that Minho might like him too

He's just Jisung, and Minho is this mythical beauty

But then he kisses him so obviously he kisses back

He's wanted this for months already

Every time he'd climb down those damn rocks

And afterwards, they talk it all out, and Jisung is forced to face the fact that it's real

What they have is real

No matter how strange, extraordinary, even if it sounds like what fairytales are made of

They are going to see these feelings through, against the odds

Seungmin still doesn't get to see Minho, because Minho is scared of being seen. He never cared before, but if outsiders see him this time around he can't just flip a bird at them and switch to a different hunting ground, what he has with Jisung is important to him

His pack told him right away to stop fooling around with pretty human boys, because it's dangerous, and nothing is going to come of it anyway

Jisung can't breathe underwater, he can't swim, hunt or provide

They consider Minho out of his league completely. What's he doing with a human boy?

But Jisung is so beautiful, affectionate, he brushes his hair, gets the specs of sand right out

Scratches behind his ears, rubs his cheeks, kisses his nose like a cat

Gives him cuddles and hugs till Minho purrs from being so happy he doesn't know what to do

Jisung cleans his tail, picks out dirt from the bottom scales he can't reach

Every once in a while he'll bring him something good, like chicken or duck or even beef, Minho never had beef- and chocolate! he really likes it.

One day Sungie asks him to follow, and walks dangerously on the rocks along the shore. Minho swims by his side.

They walk until they can't anymore, and then Jisung points at a far house up a cliff

"I live there"

And Minho understands

Minho is too anxious to visit Jisung's home, because he's immobile out of the water,

But Jisung comes with a boat and diving gear, and Minho makes him promise he won't tell anyone before taking him to his reef.

It's a few kilometers away from the shore so Ji has to take the boat before diving but Minho guides him. He takes him home, and only his parents meet Ji

The rest of the pack must not know, or they'll get mad

He shows Jisung his collection of pearls and shiney stuff, because Minho loves everything shiney, it turns out

...Then Minho touches Ji's ear where his earrings are and Jisung knows he likes them, knows he wants some too but doesn't know how, because for mermaids, their ears get infected if they pierce them, and the smell of blood draws predators. They're slightly allergic to some metals too

When Jisung goes home, he searches and gets Minho clip-on earrings with shiney gems,

And Minho takes and accepts that as a marriage proposal, he gives Jisung back the best scale of his tail

They have no idea how they're going to, but they decided they will do it

Jisung works his ass off, Minho helps by collecting anything precious from the bottom of the sea and giving it for Jisung to sell at the market

"What will you do if he leaves you? Takes all the treasure and disappears into the land?"

"Then I'll visit the sea witch in her coven as legends go, and for whatever price she names-- I'll follow him and rip his heart out"

Jisung isn't actually aware of how hardcore Minho is being about this, them

Luckily Jisung is deeply, irreversibly and throughly in love with Minho anyway. He'll never leave

Instead he saves that money and buys them a house on a farther part of the shore, a few kilometers down where the big rocks clear a little, there's a dock, house on the dock, and Jisung works on improving it for months

He brings Seungmin to help him, Chan too

They leave half of the house submerged

There's a front door and an opening underwater that leads to a canal so Minho can swim in

The table is at the edge of the canal, it stretches out to the bed as well

There's a big underwater space under the house, almost like a cave, Jisung cleared it

Minho has his very own kitchen, while Jisung occupies the one above it

The bed is practically a futon, and on Minho's end, when he rolls off he falls right into the water

It's like a river's edge, they sleep together this way

Live together

"Did you have to jump right into bed? you're making the futon wet again"

"Problem?"

"Not really, no."

Minho finally meets Jisung's parents

One time Jisung takes him out on a wheelchair, Minho doesn't like it, he's too anxious. Jisung is anxious in crowded places too so they don't do it much after that

Only when Minho is sick or one of Jisung's friends has a big event he wants them to attend

Half of Jisung's friends don't even know what Minho is

"My husband"

"No yeah but like... What is he?"

"The love of my life?"

"You know what? fine. Okay."

Jisung rolls him in on a wheelchair and his tail is covered with a blanket but it is BIG. And they're like... How big are this guy's legs

Nobody has the balls to question it

Nor do they question his accent. It gets better anyway

Once in a while he'll get totally stuck on a word and just look at Jisung with these huge helpless eyes and Jisung will always know what he means right away

"Sorry I'm fore- for- foer-"

*Frustrated chirp*

"Hannie?"

"He's a foreigner"

"Yes!"

Honestly Jisung doesn't even know what Minho is doing with him, this gorgeous merman can do much better for sure, now he's stuck with some mess on two feet who stands in none of his pack's standards-

But Minho is really overjoyed with his life

He likes their cats, likes it when they try to slap his tail through the canal and get startled by the water splashing

Likes the delicious food Jisung provides him with

This man built him a home, he feeds him every day. Jisung is more than perfect

He's the one he wants and for all he cares, the entire world can "suck" Minho's fish dick

Speaking of which....

Mermaids aren't like humans, they don't enjoy sex like humans do, it's something animals do when they mate right? That's it

It's not desirable beyond the primal need to have kids, so Minho doesn't care about it

--But when Jisung needs him, he takes care of him

He's also really smug the entire time because Jisung is so vulnerable, calling his name

They have no problem with that kind of thing

Sometimes Jisung gets pouty, tries to turn things around and dominate, but Minho usually starts laughing at him because that's so cute and Minho's practically asexual anyway

He doesn't get sexually turned on by nothing

Hickies and makeouts are really nice, they feel good. That's it

Jisung gets irrationally upset Minho doesn't find him attractive sometimes, but Minho easily shuts him up calling him beautiful,

Reminding him that he loves him, they are mates, and mermaids mate for life

He is his

When they do cover the topic of kids, Minho vetos a human child, because he's scared he'll forget, he'll try to drag the kid down underwater- or they might fall into the water, he'll forget they can't swim

Mermaid babies can already work fins and lungs from the moment they are born

Jisung is unsure, so they debate it for a long time- he's scared he won't be able to be a good role model for a mermaid. Even after years with Minho there is so much he doesn't know

He can't speak his tongue, for one

He can't teach a kid how to hunt or anything

He doesn't know what a mermaid baby eats, even

Formula?

Minho says milk, if not a mermaid's, then a whale's, and that stresses Jisung impossibly MORE

But eventually they adopt a baby merman after his parents go missing:

Minho goes home in a panic and tells Jisung about it, how the pack is searching and they can't be found anywhere

Jisung tells him he can bring the baby there

After two years, they consider him theirs

Jisung is high key in love with his kid

He spoils him so much Minho is jealous,

But on the other hand, Minho taught the kid how to speak their tongue so every once in a while the kid will say something or make a sound and Jisung will be like ???????

The kid doesn't have a heavy accent like Minho in human speech, but Minho complains he has an odd accent in mermaid speech

He doesn't click his ??? right

They practice it a lot. Their home turns into a chirping clicking fest for a while

...While Minho has a slick metallic silver tail, the kid has his a deep blue with a black spot near the bottom, which is really pretty in Jisung's opinion! His scales turn darker as he ages, until they're almost black

His hair gets darker too, which Jisung knows is normal because human kids get that too.

Of course, for sure, they live happily ever after.

Thank you for listening (reading) to this incredibly long ted talk

#minsung #lee know #han Jisung #stray kids #skz #lee minho #fanfiction #writing #mermaid #au #merman minho #supernatural au #minsung chaotic dads at some point during this #zoey rambles about minsung

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pluckyredhead · 4 years

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Fic: Never Set Me Free

It’s Jason Todd’s birthday! Here is me being self-indulgent about his issues and also Roy’s issues and how those issues somehow magically fit together perfectly:

Roy leaned carefully against the door handle, pushing it down with his hip until it clicked loose. There was an art to easing the bedroom door open while holding two full mugs of coffee, but Roy had mastered it ages ago.

It was barely dark in their bedroom this late in the morning. Jason was a tangled lump in the exact middle of the bed, the sheets completely stolen the second Roy had gotten up. Once a thief, always a thief, Roy thought with a fond smile.

He put Jason’s coffee down on the nightstand on the far side of the bed and the other mug down on his own nightstand, then sat on the mattress and bent down. “Jaybird,” he sang softly in Jason’s ear. “Rise and shine, little birdie.”

Jason groaned into the pillow. ��Kill you,” he mumbled.

Roy laughed. “No you won’t. I brought you coffee.”

Jason sighed, then rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes. His cheek was red from being pressed up against the pillow and his hair looked like it had been styled by tornado. Roy would have fallen in love with him right then and there if he hadn’t already done so years ago. “You’re the worst.”

Roy brushed a haphazard curl out of Jason’s eyes. “I think my favorite thing about you is what a morning person you are.”

“Ugh.” But Jason hooked two fingers into the collar of Roy’s shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. His breath was a little sour but Roy didn’t care. “Lian get onto the school bus okay?”

“Yeah, she says hi, and that she wants you to meet her at the bus stop this afternoon and not me.” Roy lay down and Jason rolled onto his side to face him. They played every day by ear, depending on who was out working late and who was home with Lian; Jason hadn’t made it home until nearly three last night, so Roy had let him sleep and dealt with the chaos of getting Lian and her backpack and her lunchbox and her seventy-three permission slips onto the school bus by himself.

“Oh ho ho, who’s the favorite now?” Jason asked.

“One hundred percent you and we both know it.” Roy couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed by it. Jason, for all his skittish I don’t know anything about kids when they’d gotten together, was wonderful with Lian, and she adored him. Letting Jason be the Cool Dad was a price Roy would gladly pay for somehow stumbling into a magnitude of happiness he was still pretty sure he didn’t deserve.

Jason’s smile was smug and Roy couldn’t resist kissing him again, a little longer, a little deeper, before letting him go with a sigh. “I should get up.”

“What do you have going on today?” Jason asked, sitting up enough to pick up his coffee.

“I need to go through those phone records we tapped the other night, see if I can figure out where those city council funds are being siphoned off to,” Roy said. “And Donna’s in town so I’m meeting her for lunch. You?”

“Oh, this and that.” Jason put his mug back down and leaned in to kiss Roy. “Thought I’d start with this.”

Roy met him halfway, let Jason put him on his back and climb half on top of him. There was plenty of time before he had to start getting ready for lunch for them to fool around - and the truth was, he would have let Jason have his way even if he had been pressed for time. All these years and he still had absolutely zero resistance to Jason’s touch.

Not that he was complaining.

Jason kissed his way over Roy’s jaw to mouth at his throat until he hit the spot that always made Roy’s toes curl. Roy let out a low gasp and felt Jason smile before he started sucking what was sure to be a livid bruise against Roy’s pale skin.

“Ugh, baby, that’s gonna show,” Roy said, trying to gently push Jason’s head lower with a hand in his hair.

“Deal with it,” Jason mumbled against his skin, and kept going.

“Jason, stop!” Roy said, laughing. “Donna already knows we’re dating, you don’t have to brand me like a prize bull.”

Jason went tense and still on top of him. Roy frowned and craned his neck to try to see his face. “Jay…?”

“I’m not...I wasn’t…” Jason said, looking down.

Roy tilted his chin up with a finger and was surprised to see Jason looking embarrassed. “Wait, did you think I couldn’t tell?” he asked, smiling. “Every time I’m going to see one of my exes, you give me a hickey somewhere they can see. Or lend me your jacket. I mean, Christ, the last time we met up with Jade so Lian could see her, you had your hand in my back pocket pretty much the entire time. She knows my ass is yours, Jay, it’s kind of overkill.”

He kept his tone playful to lighten the suddenly awkward mood, but Jason still looked mortified and almost...guilty? His eyes kept darting back and forth but never meeting Roy’s.

“I didn’t mean to...sorry,” he said, shifting away.

“It’s okay,” Roy said, frowning. He could read Jason pretty well after all this time, but he hadn’t expected this reaction. “If it had bothered me, I would have said something. I know you get jealous, Jason, it’s not a problem for me.”

“I’m not - !” Jason started, then clamped his mouth shut.

“Jay - ”

“Sorry. I’ll stop. I didn’t mean to make it weird.” Jason pulled all the way off him, like he was going to climb out of bed. “Sorry.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake - ” Roy grabbed Jason and pinned him to the bed, straddling his hips to pin him down. Jason didn’t put up a fight, but he didn’t look thrilled about it, either. “Stop apologizing. I fucking love it.”

That got Jason to meet his eyes for the first time. “What?”

“I know, okay?” Roy said. “I’ve always known. You’re not subtle, Jaybird. Even before we got together, you were territorial - and it’s not just with my exes, because I never dated Dick and you get all squirrelly when I’m around him, too. Sometimes I think I should just get a ‘Property of Jason Todd’ tattoo and save us all some time.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jason said, looking away. His expression was miserable.

“I don’t think you do.” Roy leaned down, hands on either side of Jason’s head. “I. Love. It. I love wearing your jacket out. I love when you put your hand on my ass in public like you were raised in a barn. I love that little move where you find an excuse to whisper in my ear and you put your hand right here - ” he rested his hand low on Jason’s hip “ - when you do it.” He reached up with that same hand and brushed a curl off of Jason’s forehead. “You want everyone to know I belong to you. Baby, so do I.”

The furrow in Jason’s brow got a little less pronounced. Good. He was listening. “It’s not that I think that you’d...I trust you. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do.” Roy would never forget it. Jason’s trust was a fragile, precious thing, and Roy would always be grateful for the miracle of having earned it.

“I just…” Jason’s teeth worried at his lower lip. “You’ve been with a lot of people.”

“Can’t believe you’re calling me slutty while I’m trying to have a serious conversation here,” Roy said, but he huffed so dramatically he knew Jason would know he was kidding, even as inside his own head as he was right now.

“Shut up,” Jason said, pinching his side lightly and making Roy laugh. “I mean, everyone wants you.”

“Okay, first of all, that is extremely not true, but feel free to say it as often as you want,” Roy said. “And second…” Now it was his turn to break eye contact. “Plenty of people have wanted me, sure. But no one…”

He hesitated, looking away. Jason waited.

“No one else ever wanted me enough to bother being jealous over me,” Roy said finally, trying to keep his tone light.

Jason reached up, turned Roy back to face him, and though his cheeks were still pink, he didn’t look embarrassed or guilty anymore. There was also no judgment on his face, which Roy had been half-afraid to see even though he knew, intellectually, he never would. It was why they worked.

“Come here,” Jason murmured, and pulled him down for a kiss before wrapping his arms around Roy’s ribcage and holding him close. Roy sprawled out on top of him, his cheek tucked against Jason’s shoulder.

“You’re not the only one who gets insecure,” he mumbled into Jason’s collarbone. “But I’m not the Robin mantle, or being the favorite son, or...whatever. You don’t have to be the bigger person about sharing me. I don’t want you to.” He shifted so he could look up at Jason. “I’m yours. I love being yours.”

And the look on Jason’s face, the soft one that only Roy got to see...well, it made saying the hard, vulnerable things totally worth it.

Jason leaned in to kiss him, gently at first and then more urgently, rolling them over until he was pinning Roy down again. “You’re mine,” he said, pulling back, his eyes intent on Roy’s.

Roy shivered. “Yes.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“Good.”

“I will absolutely fight Donna for you.”

“Please do not do that, she has super strength and I like you in one piece,” Roy said, grinning. “Also I’m pretty sure she has no interest in fighting you for me.”

“Then she’s a lot dumber than I thought she was.”

“First of all, don’t be rude about my friend, and second of all, it doesn’t matter,” Roy said, pulling him down for another kiss. “You already won.”

He recognized the heat in Jason’s eyes, and the hungry way Jason’s mouth captured his, and had to pull away for a second, laughing. “Leave as many hickeys as you want,” he said, “but if I’m walking funny when I get to lunch, Donna will make fun of me.”

Jason nipped at his jaw, his hands moving purposefully downwards. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Roy slung an arm around his neck and arched into his touch. “Save it for when I come home to you, Jaybird.”

Jason sighed, long-suffering. “Oh, fine,” he said. “But then what am I supposed to do with you now?”

And as Roy pulled him down for another kiss, he knew he was going to end up being late for lunch. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

#jason todd #red hood #roy harper #arsenal #i write things

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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The Last Nugget (Hawks x Reader) pt. 4

a/n: hello! ITS FINALLY HERE! really sorry for the long ass delay :< I was so caught up in filling the chapters for this supposedly oneshot turned into full length fic~

fair warning... this part is a little shorter than the others because i patterned it after the manga :’) so yes... there will be a part 5 to this :’) if ya’ll wanna be tagged in the 5th part, feel free to leave a comment..

warnings: none that i can think of...?

link: part 1, part 2, part 3

Masterlist to my other fics :) here

As Pro-Hero, it was necessary to always keep your emotions in check. No matter what the situation would be, a hero is expected to remain calm, composed, and determined. No matter how tough the situation gets, a hero must set aside their personal emotions. Whatever happens, one should remain steadfast with their chin held high to ensure hope to the society.

Yet, when you saw the blue flames engulfing Hawk’s back, everything just shattered to pieces. Down on your knees, you assisted Dark Shadow in placing Tsukuyomi’s cape. The shadow creature’s eyes looked at you with tears.

“His back. T-there’s nothing left.”

Your eyes never strayed from the figure standing in front of both Tsukuyomi and you. The odor of burnt skin and smoke always followed him around. His icy blue eyes void of any sanity. That was the person responsible for scarring your reason for living in this forsaken world.

“Look kid…” Dabi spoke up. “That guy killed someone. Stabbed him as he ran off to protect his friends. Right in the back.”

Looking back at Hawks, your lower lip quivered while your shoulders began to tremble. The smooth skin he once had was now scorched. The honey colored eyes were slowly losing the light they had. His ungloved hand shakily reached out for yours. Instantly grabbing on to his hand, your knuckles turned white with just how tight you held on to them.

“(Y/N)...” Hawks managed to speak. Barely. “Tokoyami-kun…”

“The Pro-Hero you dream of becoming is far dirtier than the rest of us…” Dabi was still talking.

Tokoyami peered at you over his shoulder, giving him a nod, he moved closer to you and his mentor. Handing Hawks to him, he quickly wrapped the both of them with Dark Shadow. You saw how Hawks managed to look at him, you, then at Dabi.

“I’m just concerned for my teacher.” Tokoyami managed to speak. His voice, unwavering. There was fear, yes. But how he forced himself to push the fear aside, was heroic all in itself. The feeling of vulnerability faded. This intern, Tsukyomi, he was more than enough to keep the both of you safe.

“How thoughtless…”

Realizing that he was about to use his flames, you warned Tokoyami. Narrowly escaping his flames, you grabbed Tokoyami and pulled him into your arms. Hawks squished in between the both of you as your back fell on the hard floor. Seeing how Tokoyami winced, you stole a look at his leg, it had been caught in the flame but the material of his boots somehow lessened its impact.

“Tsukuyomi.” You whispered. “We seriously have to get out of here. Are you good carrying him?”

“Yes.” He swiftly replied. “It’s no problem at all.”

“Think for once you little chicken skewers…” Dabi still continued to ramble. Though the pet names he created weren’t half as bad, you had to admit.

“He’s still..” Hawks somehow spoke despite the physical trauma his body had. “He’s still talking.”

As your eyes remained focused on Dabi, your hearing was focused on what Hawks had to say. The way he explained that burnt toast over there kept going on and on might not be him being cocky. There was a chance he was using that as a means of recharging his quirk to use it again.

“Go.” Hawks instructed. “Now.”

Tokoyami looked at you, as if to wait for confirmation. Giving him the signal, your gaze shifted to dark shadow. The next thing you knew, the dark material composing Dark Shadow extended and tried to attack Dabi. An opening found its way. With Hawks in Tokoyami’s arms, he made a jump for it. Shortly you followed. You needed to stay behind to make sure that his behind was covered.

When you landed, rather ungracefully due to the debris and because they had landed 2 stories down, you saw an unconscious Hawks sprawled on the floor. The black cape exposed a bit of his torso. The flames may have died down but smoke was still present.

You swore your beating heart stopped when Tokoyami checked to see if Hawks was still breathing. Dropping to your knees and clutching to your chest, you let out a few tears when he told you he was still breathing. Recomposing yourself, you ran towards the two boys and grabbed the cape away from his sleeping body.

“Tokoyami-kun.” You said he stood up. His pupils dilated with dread but he was doing a mighty fine job in keeping his shit together. Wrapping his cape around him once more, you watched as his quirk snaked around his body. Arms stretched out and ready for flight. “He’ll be proud of you.”

The odor of burning flesh and leather found its way into the air once more. The scenery before you changed into a one with blue flames and its wielder being propelled in mid air. His palms ready to blast you all into oblivion.

Pushing the boys to your back, making sure that both of them were safe. Or at least you could do your damn best to protect them from him.

“Looks like I can do this kinda thing too!” Dabi growled. “I was being frugal with those 2 weak blasts from earlier…”

His palms began to emit his quirk, by now your quirk was ready to defend all three of you to its maximum capacity. Tokoyami, meanwhile, braced Hawks into a protective hold making sure he would take the first hit if all else failed. Dark Shadow stationed himself beside you, available to your command if needed.

What followed after was a loud explosion. The wall from a few feet beside you was now cracked open and the temperature seemingly lowered. Dabi lost control as the whiplash of the blast finally reached him.

The breath you had been holding for who knows how long finally escaped your body. With dust, smoke, and a bit of frost if your eyes weren’t deceiving you, this was more than enough. Tokoyami was already ahead of you, gasping when Dark Shadow pulled you towards his master, you felt your feet being lifted off the ground. In the moments that followed you were now flying in the air away from the chaos.

Thank quirks this kid was smart. With your back resting on Tokoyami’s back, you saw the giant boulder of ice gashing through the building. That reckless move from one of the villains had saved you.

Pure luck. That’s what it was.

Not wanting to be dead weight, you instructed Tokoyami to drop you when the woods would come into view. Following instructions, he did so.

Landing on the ground with a loud thud, you heard the rustling of leaves and prepared to attack.

“(Y/N)!”

“Fat... “ You weren’t sure but when you saw his body emerging from the bushes, your feet moved forward and you were met with open arms. His warmth replenishing your energy. “FAT!”

“You’re okay! Ya had me worried there…” His eyes lowered with sadness in them. He was one of your close friends and it worried him to the core when he saw you following Tokoyami. Followed by the attack that ripped the building open, it tugged his precious heart knowing you were somewhere in there.

“We have to get to Tokoyami-kun!” You pointed towards the direction to where he flew. “He has Hawks.”

Not wanting to waste another second, Fatgum and you dashed to where Tokoyami intended to take Hawks.

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader)

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Rosebud prep 9

[Vale Hospital]

Today, today was supposed to be a glorious day. A day of laughter and new beginnings; the next chapter in Ruby’s fairytale. Unfortunately it wasn’t. The fairytale was over; the ending snatched away right from her arms. It was time to go back to reality. It’s been hours sense the incident. Ruby was finally awake again and sitting up in her hospital bed for roughly half an hour. Only the doctor had come to see her. She could only imagine why. Quietly she stared at the window and into the night sky with such a vacant expression. No one had to tell her the state of the situation. Deep down she already knew it wasn’t good. Knowing how bad it was would only serve to hurt her more is most likely why she left alone. Or so she thought. A click at the door brought her attention back to inside her room alarmingly. The shadow on the other side told her it was a man but it didn’t ease the anxiety. One too many people have walked through a hospital door into her room today that didn’t like her; anything could happen. Ruby slowly lifted her body off the bed a little as if to dive off of it and catch the person by surprise just in case. Her fears were put the rest though when the first thing to peel into the room was a crooked cross.

Ruby:Uncle Qrow....?

Qrow:*walking in* Hey kiddo. So you are awake? That’s good; I assumed the worst when Tai called.

Ruby:You spoke with dad?

Qrow:Yeah. He called as soon things calmed down. Thought I would want to head over ASAP. He wasn’t wrong....

Ruby:So.....what’s the situation?

Qrow:Ruby, I think right now you should focus on-

Ruby:I’m not a little kid anymore Qrow....

Qrow:....

Ruby:I need...I need to hear someone say it. Where’s Dustin?

There was a tremble in her voice. One born out of pain and pure frustration. Both hands gripped the sheets to the point her knuckles looked white. Ruby’s eyes met Qrow’s with nothing but vulnerability. His heart was breaking at the sight of it.

Qrow:He’s...he’s gone. We don’t know where Cinder and Neo went. Everyone is out looking everywhere and I do mean everyone. You have friends all over the world keeping an eye out. Even Raven is out with Tai searching Anima with Ren and Nora. Weiss went back to Atlas and having all bases sweep through the airspaces they can. Blake and Yang went to search all over Vale before expanding to a few miles outside the kingdom. Team SSSN has called earlier. Your house is just fine and nothing out of the ordinary is making its way through the streets of Vacou as it yet. Glynda assigned extra huntsman here. Oz himself is searching spots that are hard for most people reach and many more.

Ruby:....What about Jaune?

Qrow:He’s....processing. He tried to go off with Yang but we got him to help gaurd the hospital. Figured protecting you was more beneficial.

Ruby:Yet you’re the one giving me the news instead of him.

Qrow:Don’t think poorly of him. Jaune just couldn’t handle telling you the news. I barely can.

Ruby:I know. I just..... *tearing up*

......

Ruby:I’d like to be alone now please.

Qrow:Of course. I’ll keep you posted. *grabs knob* I swear to you Ruby, we’ll find him. Cinder won’t get away with this.

Ruby:Uncle Qrow...?

Qrow:Yeah?

Ruby:Don’t make promises you don’t know if you can keep.

Qrow:.....

He closed the door and left the room after that statement. She knew it came of cold but it was the truth. Hope wasn’t what she wanted right now. She wanted results. Payback; and she wanted it with her own two hands. Tears hit the sheets as she did everything in her power to hold back a scream of pure frustration. Cinder caught her when she was weak, defenseless, forgiving. Ruby wasn’t gonna make that mistake ever again.

xxxx

It wasn’t long before Ruby was finally able to be released from the hospital. The only person there to escort her out was Jaune. She didn’t mind; it meant everyone else was still looking. The two of them didn’t say anything to each other at first; not even a glance. What could you say in a time like this? No words could comfort either of them. Even so, Ruby reached for his hand and held it tight; almost as if she was afraid it would disappear too. He looked at his wife who still faced forward as she walked with tears in her eyes. He returned the handholding with equal force. Their love was still there, but so pain. Too much pain for anyone to deal with alone; yet too steep to truly let anyone in. They were together, but they never felt so lonely.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Before anyone realized it, roughly a year passed. No sign of Cinder, Neo, or Dustin. Almost like they vanished into thin air. No one ever truly gave up but plenty still had to worry about their own lives constantly. As a result, more people took a passive role into searching. Ruby couldn’t blame them but she never stopped. Mission after mission she kept owning her skills in baited breath for the day she could end Cinder’s life. It was her ultimate goal if the worse had happened and her child was long since gone. Ruby didn’t even revel in the fact her old dream had come true. Most likely she didn’t realize it yet. Greatest huntsman of her time; of any time most people argued. Finally had she passed the status of of Grimm Reaper. Maria was proud of not sad at the circumstances. Most knew Ruby Rose by one of two very popular names. The Crimson Reaper; not for the color of her attire but for the sight anybody would see if a grimm or for challenged her. The other name was more inviting; a way to let the innocent know their lives would go on without meeting an unfortunate or unsatisfying conclusion by the hands of tyranny. They call her The Storyteller. There wasn’t a day that went by that she wasn’t focused on her goal. Not even today of all days; a special day that everyone took time off for. Everyone but her.

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There’s a lot of beautiful places in Anima. Each with its own unique charm and way of making the smallest moments feel like the most precious. In one specific forest there’s a meadow of flowers; a garden of peace where everything is graced with the appearance of spring even though it’s currently the middle of fall. Birds sing happily while butterflies dance their gentle wings on the warm breeze that pass through wind chimes to give off a feeling of tranquility. The perfect place for a new beginning. The perfect place for a wedding.

Two sets of chairs were set up perfectly in the middle with plenty of friends and family on both sides for the celebration; while a white carpet ran in between them. It led to a giant majestic tree that was filled with magnolia flowers. Under the tree was a very nervous but excited Blake who was dressed in a dark black tux that was accompanied with gold trim and bow tie. Every so often she would glance at her parents that were giving her the biggest thumbs up for encouragement. She tried not to laugh when attention was directed a few seats back to see Neptune holding a sign that said. “rock that dragon” with a tiny picture of Yang that had her hair glowing and spiky. Sun was behind her and tapped her shoulder which made her flinch. It was probably the tenth time today he had to remind her to breathe or else that suit would be a sweaty mess. Truly the easiest choice for a best man. Wouldn’t be long now. She hoped the brides maids weren’t giving Yang a rough time who was in a log cabin nearby getting ready...

Nora:All I’m saying is a little makeup on her wedding day would show how committed she is!!!

Weiss:She’s a natural beauty! Makeup ruins that!

Ilia:Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Yang smiled as she watched her enthusiastic bridesmaids bicker in their teal dresses about the finishing touches. The bride to be turned around to look in the fool body mirror yet again to see if she thought she was truly bringing her best self out there to her beloved. Long hair that slightly curled? Check. A bouquet of sunflowers? Double check. Wedding dress?Triple check and stunning. Yang would not call herself a dress kind of gal but she fell in love with this one.

The strapless dress started of white around the chest area put will slowly go into a yellow that only got more intense as it went down. Right at her waist is where the dress spread out several inches before almost touching the ground below it; Yang joked many times over the past few months that she felt like she was showing up as a wedding bell herself. Silk gloves that followed the same color design went up to her elbows. The silky attire had a intricate lace kind of design at the bottom that matched the midsection. How her sister wore such complicated things like a corset she would never know. After all she didn’t show up to any practices, the bachelorette party, or anything. Not even a phone call. All she did was send a present.

As happy as Yang was to get married it didn’t seem right without her baby sister chanting for her along the way. Ruby was so happy about the proposal back when it happened; when she was expecting. It was two big news at the same time. No doubt she couldn’t think about the wedding without thinking about Dustin. Yang already made up her mind months ago not to hold this against Ruby. Still, right now there was a stinging in her heart where her sister’s smile should be.

Yang:No makeup....

Weiss:Ha!!

Nora:What!? You can’t be- Yang?

Yang:*tearing up* I would just ruin it, so no makeup.

Weiss:*frowning* Yang those don’t look like tears of joy right now.

Yang:I’m fine. Just feeling a lot of emotions right now.

Ilia:....Let’s give the bride a minute alone shall we?

Yang:That would be nice. I’ll be fine in a minute.

The three girls slowly walked out the cabin. Almost like they were waiting for Yang to stop them, but she never did. This day was almost perfect. Most things are in Yang’s opinion. She never believed in true perfection but if one thing could’ve changed that it would’ve been today. For crying out loud, her mother was here and was gonna walk her down the aisle with her father. “Let’s make this the most unconventional wedding there is!” They told her with a spark in their eyes she had never seen before. She prayed it would lead to some sort of mending between them. They deserved love and it was plain to see their love never truly died.

Yang:(Okay Yang, no more moping around. Despite everything, today is a beautiful day and you’re getting married. Perk up and everything else can be dealt with another day.)

knock knock knock

Yang:I’ll be out in a minute you three!

Jaune:Uhhh just one person.

Yang:!!!? Jaune? Is that you?

Jaune:Yeah. Can...can I come i-

Yang:*swings open door*

Its been awhile since she seen her blonde headed brother in arms. After a couple of months things got pretty hectic and everyone seemed to slip through the cracks when it came to actually checking in. It was something Yang really regretted. Jaune’s hair had grown to his shoulders and stubble was on his face. He greeted Yang with a small smile but she knew it wasn’t genuine. His eyes couldn’t hide how tired he was. Faint dark circles could be seen under them.

Jaune:Hey, been awhile.

Yang:Y..Yeah, sorry about that.

Jaune:Don’t worry about it. Things happened. You look beautiful.

Yang:Thanks. You look....

Jaune:Rough?

Yang:I was gonna say like my dad when Summer died.

Jaune:Ah, so worse; sounds about right. It’s been quite the year.

Yang:Wanna sit down?

Jaune:No I don’t wanna take up too much of your time. I just wanted to-

Yang:*pulls out a chair* Butt.....in the chair.

Jaune:*sits down* Sigh still don’t take no for an answer. You think I would know better by now.

Yang:*smiles* Don’t let this dress fool ya. It’s still me under all of this fluff. How have you been? No lying either.

Jaune:Yang I didn’t come here to bring down the mood. I just wanted to see you one on one so I can congratulate you before things got busy down there.

Yang:*holds his face*......

Jaune:.....

.........

Jaune:I haven’t been doing well. Slacking on missions, eating, sleeping......

Yang:How is Ruby allowing this?

Jaune:I barely see her.

Yang:What?

Jaune:All she does is take missions. Long ones at that. I see her maybe twice, three times in a few months. Even when she’s home it’s for a day at most and we don’t talk. Haven’t since...you know.

Yang:Do you know where she is now?

Jaune:*shakes his head* I never do. Ruby she won’t, she just won’t slow down; and I can’t keep up. That house *trembling* it feels so empty it might as well be haunted. Sleeping in that bed doesn’t feel the same. Then there’s his room.....

Yang:You can’t get rid of it, can you?

Jaune:I can’t even go upstairs anymore Yang.

He looks down at the floor before his head was brought up to see Yang looking at him with an expression that could only be described as pure empathy. Her right hand rubbed his face gently before taking both of her arms and wrapping around him in a loving embrace. Yang could feel the warmth of his tears land on her collarbone but she didn’t care. She just continued to rub his back as Jaune slowly started to wail.

Jaune:I....I......

Yang:Ssssshhhh it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay I promise. I promise....

Jaune:How do you know!?

Yang:Because I know you two. There’s nobody else I know who can go through so much and come out on top. You both are fighters and I’m sorry I wasn’t there as much I should’ve been. I think there’s a piece of that was little scared to. I mean what’s to stop some terrible thing from happening to Blake and I. The thought drives me crazy. Weiss too.

Jaune:You all have a reason to be. We were caught so off gaurd. So unprepared for all this. I don’t know how to recover from this. Not without help. Not without Ruby! *sniffling*

Yang:I won’t let you be alone anymore. Nobody will. It might take a little more time but we’ll think of something. Until then let’s focus on things one step at a time.

She finally lets go of him and helps him stand up. His eyes are now a bit puffy but she has no doubt that her eyes look exactly the same. Yang smiles at him and is given one back in return. This time it’s one that feels more real. There’s still pain in it but also an understanding. He’s not alone. Yang will never let him feel alone.

Yang:Care to walk this emotional mess of a bride to her mom and dad? I think everyone has been waiting long enough.

Jaune:*Nods* You’ve gotten pretty good at this whole comforting me thing. I owe you.

Yang:We’re family Jaune. The only thing I want from you is to see you happy. So after I get hitched why don’t we make that happen?

Jaune:I think you should enjoy your honeymoon as much as possible. Don’t worry about me. I can endure a little longer and lean on others for ideals.

Yang:Keep me informed?

Jaune:Always.

Yang:Good. Now then, hand me that ridiculously sized bouquet. Wedding time.

Jaune tossed her the flowers but did so a little too suddenly. Yang’s pinky didn’t even time to twitch before her face was full of petals and pollen that made her sneeze and hair light up. The two of them stared at each other silently before breaking out into a fit of laughter. All while never noticing the presence of someone else on the other side of the door.

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Days proceeded to blend together for those trapped in grief. Ruby had just completed another mission solo despite the warnings of of it being at least a three man job. It probably would’ve been for normal huntsman. She’d elevated above that a long time ago. That didn’t mean it was a piece of cake though. The young woman found herself tired as she walked through the sands of Vacou to her home; her only company being the moon shining above her. Much like Jaune, her appearance was somewhat altered since the incident.

It’s been a long time since she bothered to cut her hair. The majority of it reaching her shoulder blades and few strands that fell across her face to the left side of her chin. Her red cloak was tattered from constant battle yet the damage would make it seem like it was only three or four tough adverse that made Ruby strut her stuff. She had gotten really good at not being touched. Red thigh high socks ran up her legs and were only visible by a decent sized slit in a black skirt that went just below her knees. The frills on it made it look layered and flowed effortlessly in the breeze. Pregnancy did a number on her body but finally she was back to black and red corsets that had the pattern of thorny stems crawling towards the top from the side. Long gone were the days of feeling like a kid compared to most of her female friends. Ruby filled out nicely even if she was still a far cry from her older sister, she definitely wasn’t small anymore. The many eyes of men and women staring right above the corset line or paying way too much attention to hips on the opening some of her skirt told her that much. Anyone who tried anything would have the pleasure of getting to know her combat boots. She had gotten used to heels finally but they didn’t fair to well in sand. Lastly she wore her wedding around her neck. The ruby gem matching nicely while the silver band went with her exhausted eyes. At least she finally made it home.

Ruby:*opens door* I’m home.

.......

Ruby:(Guess he’s asleep. Makes-

Creeeeeeeek!!!!!

Without hesitation Ruby back stepped right back outside and whipped out her scythe. Any trace of tiredness left her body and was ready for a fight.

Ruby:Whoever you are, step outside into the light right now!

???:After all this time and you’re still kicking off with the wrong foot. I suppose some habits are hard to crack even for the most exceptional huntsman. I don’t have to tell you that though now do I Mrs. Rose?

Ruby:*tilts head* Ozpin? Is that you?

The man walked through the door way and onto the moonlit porch. The use to be farm boy and ancient hero wore his professor outfit as he twirled his cane casually. Much like Ruby, Oscar’s body had grown up nicely. A shame it wasn’t truly his anymore. Broad shoulders, significant height increase, his skin as tan as ever; no doubt women would’ve been crawling all over him. Especially with his hair. The white contrasted the rest of his design but it also seemed fitting.

Oscar:You can put that away. I thought we could have a chat.

Ruby:So you decided to wait in my house without the lights on?

Oscar:Of course. I don’t pay your power bill so why should run it up when I didn’t know when you would return.

Ruby:......I’m not in the mood for this. Just tell me why you’re here and- gasp! Did you find something on Cinder!?

The man looked at woman who’s eyes seemed to grow big with anticipation. Unfortunately he had to shake his head no; causing what little excitement she had to fade away as her body began to slouch.

Ruby:Should’ve known.....

Ozpin:I might not have come here with the news you hoped for but it is about the same topic. Ruby....I think it’s about time you’ve accepted the reality of the situation, and press on.

Ruby:*jolts up* Excuse me?!

Ozpin:What I’m saying is-

Ruby:I know what you’re saying! I just can’t believe you had audacity to say it! Press on? How could you think I could just move past this?

Ozpin:I never thought that, which is why I’m here now. It’s been over a year and not once have we found clues to where they went. I’ve personally turned Remnant upside down at least twice and never found a true lead. I can imagine how many times you’ve done it by now.

Ruby:What’s that supposed to mean?

Ozpin:It means I’ve been watching. Everyday I look at the mission boards across all the kingdoms. A high ranking job never failed to be crossed almost as fast as it appeared. Low ranking jobs seemed to come in go like the wind and almost all of them had your petals floating in it.

Ruby:A pro huntsman job is to get results quickly right. Of all people I thought you’d proud of my progress, or are you scared I’ll slip up and you’ll lose one of the most valuable chess pieces you ever had? Hate to break it to you but I distinctly telling you once before I’m not apart of your game anymore. No one has been since Salem was killed. Sounds like you’re the one who should press on.

Ozpin:*clenches fist* This has nothing to do with-....*breathes* There’s only one kind a person who gains so much recognition in such a short amount of time. Those who push everything else out. Do you even know where your husband is right now? Because I promise that he is not in that house.

Ruby:.....

Ozpin:It’s a simple question. Do. You. Know. Where. He. Is?

Ruby:*walks away* If you’re not gonna help then stay out of my business.

Ozpin:Jaune has been living in Patch with your father for almost two weeks now. Ever since your sister’s wedding. It was real shock when the maid of honor wasn’t the bride’s loyal sister all because she never answered. Instead she was chasing ghost for all she knows. Is this even about Dustin anymore?

Ruby:*stops walking*......

........

Ruby:Out of respect I will give you a warning; tread lightly Oz. Say his name again and I’m gunning for you.

Ozpin:Then start aiming. *readys cane* Du-

She vanishes almost instantly and appears behind him ready to slash his back but is blocked by a swift pivoting attack. Oz new better than to go into this thinking he had the upper hand. This wasn’t a Ruby he knew. This one had a years worth of anger behind her attacks. Ruby wasn’t deterred by the block. She charged straight at him; cross slashing and firing at him with every move she had. Constantly she kept her scythe spinning like a saw with each advance she made towards the man blocking attacks. Sparks flew with every collision of the two metal weapons trying to bully the other out of the way of their wielder. Ozpin had enough of skirmish and stopped Ruby’s next over head attack by grabbing each end of the can and slaming it upward. The vibration of the block rattled his bones and numbed his arms.

Ruby:Despite it all, Oz I don’t want to hurt you.

Ozpin:That goes both ways.

His cane drops to his side and pulls back before raming itself into each of her ribs and smacking her clean across the left side of her face. Oz doesn’t giver her a chance to breathe and springboards off of her chest; sending her right into the sand. Ruby hits the ground hard then vanishes into rose petals immediately. The wind kicks up the sand around Oz to mask her location in a tiny cyclone.

Ozpin:Recovery time like that comes with practice. Tell me, when did you figure out a skill like that?Maybe it was Tai’s birthday or Weiss’s? Better yet, it was probably Penny’s. You know she just knew you would show up. I mean even James took time out of his busy schedule. Why wouldn’t her best friend?

Ruby:SHUT UP!!!

A streak of red breaks through the sand and crescent rose hooks around Oz’s can. The sound of the trigger pulling back is enough warning to tell him to clench his stomach as a sniper round hits right above the man’s navel and simultaneously yanks Long Memory from his hands. Ruby charges right at him in a fit of overwhelming emotion. Each attack hitting nothing but air and scarring the ground as Oz continuously dodges the assault. He might’ve been an expert at fighting but he couldn’t credit himself entirely for his well time movements. Not when his opponent was too busy fighting the tears rushing to her eyes...

Ruby:Do you have any idea how much this hurts!? What you’re telling me to do!? Every night I have the same clip replaying in my mind over and over again! His face! The way he fit so perfectly in my arms. Those eyes....he had my eyes Oz! All I saw in them was a future filled with potential, but then I wake up and realize it’s gone!

Crescent Rose extends out and Ruby puts all her force into a thrusting attack that Oz side steps easily passed. The ground below Ruby betrays her as she tries to pivot back around. Landing the woman face down in the sand. A gentle breeze blows between them that brings a chill to their fighting area. Oz stands normally over his former student who is now on her hands and knees looking at the ground. He can see her entire body fidget and shake as the sound of her strained voice begins to finally cry.

Ruby:I never dreamed of being of mom; of having a family of my own. But the moment I held him in my arms I knew right then and then. This was it. This was the moment I’ve waited for. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life. *sobbing* Then they took it away from me Oz. They took my son. How am I supposed to live with that!? When does the pain stop!?

Ozpin:*kneels down*.....It doesn’t. Not entirely anyways. Kids, they take a piece of you with them the moment their born and all you ever want to do is protect them. When I lost my daughters I might as well died five times over that night. Salem left me feeling truly alone that day. Robbing me of her love and there’s forever. Till this day I find myself closing my eyes too and them hug me tightly before I wake up to a world where they aren’t around anymore. *tearing up* I’ve had blessing and curse to have lifetimes to cope with such pain; something no one else has. However, you have everything I wish I had when my world crumbled around me.

Somehow Ruby managed to lift her head and meet the eyes of a crying man starring right back at her in quiet agony.

Ozpin:There are people in your life right now who want nothing more but to help you grieve and put yourself back together again. There is someone who loves you more than anything suffering a very similar pain to yours and guarantee you that all he wants right now is his wife by his side; trying to heal and endure together. No one is truly going to stop looking for Cinder but you can not waste your life aimlessly searching for her to beat her. Don’t give her that power over you. Don’t be me. Be better. Learn to be happy.

Ruby:...*wipes tears* You....you really think they’ll forgive me? I missed a lot.

Oscar:They’d have to be mad at you to do that. Ruby, do what you do best. Keep moving forward.

He offers his hand to her and she takes it slowly. Ruby’s heart was still in shambles. Her mind in complete disarray from the wave of pain she’s been holding in. It should be one of the worst feelings imaginable and yet it wasn’t. Crying felt good; amazing even. Finally progress in something felt like it was being made. Even if it wasn’t in what she had hoped for, it was what she needed. Ruby was finally ready to take the first step towards her new ending. She had no idea where it would lead but she knew one thing as she held her ring. Ruby was going to keep her vows. The journey wouldn’t start without Jaune.

Ruby:Patch, right?

Ozpin:Yes if you leave now then you’ll probably make it by-

Ruby:Not yet...

Ozpin:Hmmm?

Ruby:I can’t face him quite yet. Not like this. There’s someone else I need to face first....

Part 8

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Shattered Sky - Hwang Hyunjin Zombie Apocalypse AU Part 7

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“Y/N?! Are you okay?”

You winced as you moved your arms from your face, chemical burns from the air bag along your one forearm. You slowly lifted your eyes and saw Hyunjin’s worried expression. His left cheek had chemical burns on it and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

“Are you okay?” He asked again, ripping his seat belt off and leaning over to look at you.

“Y-Yeah.... I’m okay.” You confirmed, yours eyes on his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m okay.” He said, slowly stepping out of the truck.

You followed him out and winced as your body already began to hurt. He walked over to you and checked you over again, making you chuckle.

“What?” He asked.

“You’re the one that’s bleeding, but you’re still checking me.” You said with a small giggle.

The corner of his mouth curved into a small smile before he raised his head, looking around.

“Grab what’s important at the moment, we’ll hide the other stuff in the compartment in the trunk.” He ordered.

You nodded and opened the bag door, grabbing the first aid kit and handing him everything else. He lifted the carpet off the back seat and lifted the the top of the compartment, sticking the rest of your stuff in it. He grabbed a few guns and stuck them in his belt before shutting and locking the doors.

“Let’s go, I think that town is close by.” He said.

You nodded and followed him as he began to walk in the direction of the town, his eyes alert as he looked around. You stayed half glued to his side, fear and anxiety making you tremble. He noticed you were trembling and sighed.

“We’ll be there soon, I promise.” He said softly.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at his words. Even though you knew he was freaked out too, he still made an attempt to comfort you. He let out a groan of annoyance as the rain picked up, soaking you both. “Great.” He mumbled. “I guess today really isn’t our day.”

You shook your head, agreeing with him. You both had such terrible luck at this point. First no luck in hunting, running into Ari, then the tree falling and the truck hitting it, now this? It was like a horror movie type of luck.

Hyunjin stopped dead in his tracks and stopped you. You gave him a confused look before looking ahead of you, your heart beginning to pound in your chest. A group of walkers were approaching the two of you, but it seemed as thought they didn’t notice the two of you yet. He stuck his finger in front of his lips and slowly lead you under an overgrown bridge as the walkers got closer, as they were above your heads. You heart began to pound as they walked over head of the both of you, and your body began to shake. Hyunjin looked down at you and pulled your head into his soaked shirt, your ear against his chest.

You could hear his own heart pounding, and you realized for the first time, Hyunjin was terrified, but he knew how to hide it. You closed your eyes tight as you were pressed up against him, your body pressed tightly to his. His hand remained on the back of your head, holding your face into him.

When the walkers got far enough he pulled you away and grabbed your hand, leading you away. Your eyes were on your hands, his long, elegant fingers wrapped around yours as he led you away. He pulled you close to him as he looked through the wooded area, pointing foreword.

“There’s the town, there’s some walkers though. We have to be as quiet as possible.” He whispered.

You nodded and followed him slowly, your eyes darting around in alarm. He stopped you just before you got onto the road into the town, looking back at you.

“We’ll have to stay the night in the town, we’ll look for a sturdy house. We’ll take any car that we can find the keys for in the morning.” He explained.

You nodded and followed him behind a small store, poking your heads out as he looked around for a way to keep moving. He tapped your shoulder and beckoned you to follow him further behind the store. You followed closely, looking around for any sign of danger.

“Those houses should be good. We can climb in through the back and get in through a window, their doors were barricaded.” He pointed out.

“What if it’s barricaded because there’s walkers inside?” You asked.

“Then I’ll take them out. Trust me, okay? I’ll keep you safe.” He said, looking into your eyes.

You nodded as he grabbed your hand again and gave it a reassuring squeeze before leading you to the back of the houses, dipping behind cars and anything you guys could find to hie you both. The rain was blinding, and you were sure the walkers couldn’t see you regardless.

When you got to the back of one of the houses, you noticed a walker approaching you both. You were about to say something to Hyunjin, when he picked up a a wooden log and whacked the walkers head off as soon as it got close enough. He lightly dropped the log and beckoned you over, half lifting you onto the short part of the roof, the hopping up himself.

He quickly lifted the window and beckoned you in, pulling you half way through. Your body shivered with cold as you were soaked through, your teeth chattering.

“I’m gonna go check out the house and make sure it’s safe.” He said.

You nodded and watched him walk off, checking every room. You heard the stairs creak as he slowly walked down the stairs, his gun raised. You looked around the abandoned room, noticing it was slightly messed up from the weather, but otherwise sturdy and good enough for the night. You shivered as you rubbed your arms, your eyes on the potentially warm bed. Hyunjin came back in the room, shutting the door and locking it.

“It’s clear, but just in case.” He informed you.

You both listened to the heavy rain, neither of you speaking. Hyunjin grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, making you quickly turn around, your face red.

“What are you doing?” You asked through chattering teeth.

“We should hang our clothes to dry for tomorrow.” He said. “I suggest you do the same.”

“I-I’m fine.” You stuttered.

“I can hear your teeth chattering from here, Y/N. This isn’t the time to get shy. Just keep your underwear and bra on.” He said.

You hesitated before slowly peeling your clothes off of your soaked, shivering body. The cool night air chilled you to your bones, making your rub your arms as Hyunjin took your clothes and walked them to the bathroom attached to the room, hanging them on a rack. When he walked out, your cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you got a look at his body. His upper half was beautifully toned, his stomach, chest, and arms muscled well, his legs thick from all of the combat and running he’s done. You felt ugly next to his bare body, like you were a blob compared to him.

“I wonder..” Hyunjin muttered.

“Hm?” You asked.

“Some abandoned places I’ve been too, especially in this nice of a neighborhood, has had power still or a back up generator. If I can find one, I’m gonna see if I can at least get the heat on.” He said.

You nodded as he grabbed his flashlight and his gun and went back downstairs.

“I thought you said it was clear?” You asked.

“I didn’t go down to the basement.” He said.

“Oh okay.. Be careful.” You said.

He gave you a reassuring smile and headed down to the basement. You bit at your nails as he was down there, then thunder boomed and you nearly shrieked, your body shaking. You hated thunder. It always freaked you out, especially after the apocalypse. It brought back haunting memories. You covered your ears, and sat on the bed, the bed a little cool, but warmer than your body.

You saw a light in the hall and knew Hyunjin was coming up, so you uncovered your ears, not wanting him to know you were pretty vulnerable, You then noticed you hear blowing, and felt cool air on your legs.

“It’ll be cold for a bit, but it should heat up. It hasn’t been used in quite a long time.” Hyunjin said with a small smile.

“Right.” You nodded. “Should I take the floor?”

He gave you a confused look and tilted his head.

“Why would you do that?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t it be awkward to sleep next to each other and... Half naked?” You asked.

He chuckled and shook his head, a small grin on his face.

“You’re too precious Y/N. In these times, we don’t look at stuff like that. Besides, we should share body heat so one of us, and I mean you, doesn’t get hypothermia.” He pointed out.

“What makes you think I’ll be the one to get it?” You asked.

“First of all, your teeth haven’t stopped chattering. Second of all, I’m a human radiator.” He pointed out.

You nodded and looked at him, and noticed he still had dried blood on his face. You grabbed your bag and beckoned him over to you, and he walked over. You took out your first aid kit and he arched a brow.

“You has really bad chemical burns. They’re started to swell.” You pointed out, noticing his swelling cheek.

He sat still as you used an antiseptic wipe and cleaned his cheek and lip, wiping the blood off. He didn’t flinch at all, just sat there and allowed you to clean his face. When you finished, he took one and wiped the chemical burns on your arm softly. It shocked you, really, how gentle he was. His long, elegant fingers ran smoothly up your arm with the wipe, then he reached for the bandage. He wrapped your forearm then gave you a small smile.

“We should probably sleep. It’s safe downstairs, I checked the doors and windows.” He said.

You nodded and slid under the covers, slightly tensing when he did so too. He wasn’t kidding, body heat was radiating off of him in heat waves. You wanted to get closer, as you were still freezing, but you were too shy. Just then, thunder boomed and a bright streak of lightning made the house glow up. You yelped and half leaped into Hyunjin. He slightly jumped and looked down at you, a confused look on his face. You felt you trembling and it clicked in his head.

“Are you.. Afraid of thunder?” He asked.

You trembled against him and nodded.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, about to pull away.

You felt his one arm wrap around you as he pulled you close to him. “It’s fine. You can be weak right now. You’re very cold too.” He said softly.

You sat there for a moment, before thunder boomed over the house and you buried your face into his chest. His other arm slid under your head as he held you there. His warmth and the sound of his heart beating soothed you as the storm outside battered the windows, the thunder no longer bothered you as Hyunjin ran his fingers over the skin on your back, relaxing you. Your eyes began to close as you were nestled into his chest, your body warming up against his own.

Your eyes fluttered open as the morning light crept across your face. You slowly sat up and looked around, noticing Hyunjin wasn’t where he was sleeping the night before. You slightly panicked, leaping up and looking around.

“Hyunjin?” You called.

No answer.

“Hyunjin!” You called even louder, you went to step out of the room and yelped when a figure came into view.

“What is it?” Hyunjin asked, looking down at you, his eyes wide.

You sighed in relief and shook your head.

“I didn’t see you and I just.. Kind of panicked.” You said with a sigh of relief.

“Did you think I left you or something?” He asked.

“It’s not that it’s just- I don’t know. I don’t know what to think. I just panicked.” You sighed.

He ruffled your hair and walked by you, walking into the bathroom and grabbing your clothes.

“They’re dry. We should probably head back soon.” He said.

You nodded and took your clothes from him, slipping them back over you. Memories of the night before flashed in your head. You had cuddled up to Hyunjin’s chest, and let him know one of your fears. You were a little embarrassed, to say the least. You hadn’t expected him to hold you and to keep you safe and warm. But he did.

You followed him out the back window again, his eyes darting around until he confirmed it was safe, then he led you down the roof. He walked to the front and beckoned you to stay behind him, his eyes searching for any danger. He moved foreword, and you watched him check around cars.

“Bingo.” He said with a smile as he opened a door to a large truck and pulled a thing of keys out.

You smiled as he opened the small door in the back, a huge grin on his face.

“What?” You asked.

You watched as he pulled out a bag of large guns and knives, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

“Today might just be a good day.” He said.

You giggled and nodded as you both got into the truck, finally about to head back. You knew the others were probably freaking out over where you both were, especially the boys and Hoseok. You felt relieved that you were heading back, excited to see them and let them know you both are safe. When you both pulled up to the totaled hummer, you both hopped out and grabbed your belongings you left, before Hyunjin pointed with his chin.

“Maybe we should check that trap and see if we got anything.” He suggested.

You nodded as you both headed into the wooded area. You both followed the tire trail until you came to a familiar spot. You both slowly pushed through the trees, a sigh of relief leaving you when you saw a buck hanging by it’s leg, the trap having caught it. It’s eyes were open and clouded, indicating it was dead.

“A good catch.” He said with a nod.

You both cut the ropes and heaved the large buck down. Hyunjin tied it’s legs together and began to drag it back, before coming to the creek.

“We both might need to lift it to get it across.” You pointed out.

He nodded as you lifted the front, and he lifted the back end.

“Try sticking onto the rocks, it’s a little deep when you step down.” He instructed.

You nodded and began to cross, keeping your feet and body as steady as possible. You looked at the rushing water beside the rocks, the small trail raised by rocks and sand. You looked back at Hyunjin who gave you a reassuring nod that had a good grip before you continued. You were nearly at the end when you felt Hyunjin shove you. You squealed as you felt the large buck half crush you as you landed directly on your injured forearm. You heard splashing and Hyunjin curse. You turned your head and saw Hyunjin struggling with a walker, it must have been in the water.

You watched Hyunjin lose his balance and they both went under the water, making panic set in.

“Hyunjin!” You called, getting up, ignoring the pain in your arm as you ran to the edge of the water.

Your heart thumped through your chest as you saw no air bubbles hitting the surface, no movement.

“Hyunjin!’ You yelled, tears brimming your eyes. “Please! Hyunjin!”

You saw something beginning to surface, and watched the walker float to the top. Your heart stopped when you saw it. You watched it slow turn over with the tide and noticed the knife sticking out of it’s forehead. You turned you heard when you heard splashing and coughing and watched Hyunjin hit the surface. He slowly made his way to the bank and began to drag himself once he hit the shallow end.

“Hyunjin!” You gasped, getting up and dashing over to him.

He gasped and choked as he made it almost to the grass. You quickly grabbed him and helped him foreword, before dropping down in front of him, pulling him into your chest. His chest was heaving as he coughed out water, his body shivering.

“Oh God Hyunjin, you scared me!’ You gasped out, tears still brimming your eyes as you held him tightly.

“S-Sorry.” He managed out as he fought to breathe.

“Are you bit?” You asked, looking him over.

He shook his head and you sighed in relief when you didn’t see any bite wounds. You held him to you tightly, your face in his wet hair as his head was rested on your chest. When his breathing calmed down he sat up, looking down at his clothes.

“These just dried.” He said with a small laugh.

He looked back at you and the amusement left his eyes when he saw the look in yours. He ruffled your hair with a small grin as he looked at you.

“Hey, I’m okay.” He reassured.

“Why did you push me like that? It would’ve been easier if we both took on that walker.” You said.

“I’m good in water.” He pointed out.

“Ah.. Okay.” You said, a small smile on your face. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

He stood up and brushed himself off before you both grabbed the buck and hauled it back to the truck with no obstacles this time. You offered to drive so Hyunjin could warm up and focus on breathing, but he insisted he was fine.

“I’d rather not crash again.” He said jokingly.

“Whatever.” You muttered with a small smile.

When you both got back, the men on guard duty yelled that you both were back, and by the time you both made it through the gates, everyone was there. You both got out and walked to the front of the truck as Kin barreled into you. You squealed as he nearly knocked you over, before doing the same to Hyunjin.

“We were so worried!” He gasped, his eyes full of relief.

Hoseok approached you and pulled you into a tight hug, his heart thumping lightly.

“Don’t ever scare us again!” He said firmly in your ear as he clutched you tightly.

The other guys greeted you both, hugs and words of relief flowing in your ears.

“What happened?” Minho asked.

“A tree was struck by lightning and the Hummer slid into it. We stayed in a place in town for the night.” Hyunjin said, leaving out all the difficulties you both faced.

“We’re glad you both are safe.” Felix said in relief.

Jisung rubbed Hyunjin’s shoulder with a bright smile. You watched Woobin approach you, and he lightly grabbed you and pulled you into a small hug.

“I’m glad you’re back kid.” He said warmly.

You smiled brightly and nodded to him. You noticed Hyunjin was staring at something, and you gasped when you saw the already burnt medical building crumbled on the ground.

“What happened?” Hyunjin asked.

“Lightning struck it last night. We still have some supplies, but we lost a lot again..” Minho sighed.

“We have to go to another town for supplies, the one we last went to is out.” Woobin pointed out.

Hyunjin nodded and turned to you, then the others.

“We’ll go in a few days, let Y/N and I rest and heal a bit. I want the same team as before.” Hyunjin said.

You all nodded and everyone began to depart. Hoseok, Kin, and Woobin ushered you to your cottage, and you looked back at Hyunjin, who met your eye and turned away. And that’s when it hit you.

You were falling for the leader.

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