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The Harpy

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Hawks x Reader

Fantasy AU

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Reader is almost choked to death

Summary:

Desperate for adventure you volunteer to check the monster traps protecting your small village. To your surprise you catch a wounded half bird half man, and decide to nurse him back to health.

Well as much nursing as you can with a half feral man refusing to cooperate.

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The small town you’re from leaves no room for imagination. A village nestled between a trade port and a large city. It was close enough that occasionally you got travelers with stories to tell, but they were few and far between. You guess you didn’t blame the weary traveler. Why stop in the middle of nowhere when a better option was so close. So you saved all your money, biding your time until you could leave. You wanted freedom so badly. You’d do anything to escape the monotony of waking every morning just to do the same old job, just to tuck yourself in bed at night. Maybe that was why you volunteered to check the monster traps.

Hardly anyone wanted to traverse up the mountainside lugging a rifle to see if the traps had captured anything- to reset them if necessary. It was a tiring and somewhat dangerous job, but that might’ve been why you liked it. The possibility of adventure. Besides, you hardly saw anything cool. Sometimes it was a bear, a couple times you had caught jackalopes. Once when you were younger it had caught a wyvern, and the whole town trekked the hike to look.

You didn’t expect much from the trap. It was more of the feeling that drew you to the job. Hiking up the mountain, legs burning, rifle strapped to your back, you could pretend that you were anyone else. Maybe you were some adventurer on a perilous mission to save the world. Maybe you were a monster hunter out to kill dangerous beasts to save a town. Whatever you were, you liked the view, and you liked the fresh air.

On your trek around the mountain, most of the traps were remarkably empty. A couple had caught some poor squirrels, which you freed with a huff. When you round the corner of the rocky terrain, looking at the wildflowers blooming on the side of the mountain you hear a low hiss. Instinctually you grab the rifle aiming it at the trapped creature.

To your surprise a very human face glares back at you. Yellow orbs pierce your frame. You freeze. The creature you were looking at was not one you recognized. He looked so human, but something was off. He was so beautiful, so perfect that it was inhuman. Behind him unfurled large red wings. They were gorgeous, but made him look deadly and sharp. The color reminded you of a poisonous frog, a warning to keep others away. You lower your rifle, he was trapped in a net, a metal bear trap caught firmly around one of his vermilion wings.

“Can you understand me?” You ask the creature. Despite their ignorance you knew the towns people never intended to capture and kill sentient creatures. Just the monsters that threatened their simple peace.

He grunts, eyeing you with distaste. He shifts around and flinches when the metal prongs dig deeper into his skin. You lower yourself closer to the ground, like he were a wild animal waiting to attack at any moment. Getting closer you pull a knife from your pocket. His eyes focus on it, feathers fluffing up. You pause a couple feet away from the net.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to get you free now okay? Can you nod if you understand?” You ask him, searching across his features. He stares back at you, his gaze sharp, deadly, but then he relaxes and nods. You let out a little sigh of relief. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t lash out at you, but there was something about him that drew you closer. Maybe it was your need for excitement- he was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you. Maybe his beauty was so intoxicating that you were compelled into doing his bidding. Maybe you were just an idiot. Regardless, you were going to help him. It didn’t seem right to leave him, when your town was the reason he was in pain.

You approach the net slowly watching his form for any signs of aggression. To your surprise he seemed to be at ease, body relaxed against the net. It eases away your tension, your guard lowering slightly. He must know that you’re trying to help.

With practiced ease you cut a rope and the net unfurls around him. No sooner had it fallen the man pounced onto you. You hit your head hard against the rocks as he throws you to the ground. The knife slips from your hands and you struggle to reach it while his hands grip your throat in a tight squeeze. You can’t seem to focus your vision, but you can see his piercing yellow eyes staring back at you. He was a predator, and you felt like prey.

“Stop!” You gasp out, lashing out in any way you can. You claw at his arms, drawing faint lines of red down his skin. You thrash and kick, smacking and punching. Your attempts seem futile as black dots dance across your vision. Was this really the end of you? Almost as suddenly as he pounced he loosens his grip. You gasp, coughing violently. His eyes narrow, a frown setting across his lips.

“What is wrong with you!” You yell at him. “If you wanted to kill me, you should’ve at least waited until I freed you of the bear trap!” He snorts above you. You smack your hands against his arms, venting your frustrations out on the creature. You were sure he understood you now.

“You are an odd human,” he tells you, hands still caging your windpipe. You stop your attack, his voice was melodic, nothing like what you expected.

“I use humor to cope, you over grown robin!” You growl, struggling again underneath him. He smirks, and you go red with frustration. You swing your free leg up, hitting the bear trap caught in his wing. He hisses in pain, hands releasing you. Taking the opportunity you shimmy yourself from underneath him, smacking and hissing and clawing like a wild animal yourself.

When you manage to pull yourself a couple feet from him, just out of range from where he could reach you with the bear trap still lodged firmly in his wing you begin examining your wounds. He noticed that your hair was a mess, from where it had dragged across the ground gathering dirt and twigs. He noticed a faint pinkness forming around your neck where he had choked you. There was blood coating your leg, but he knew it wasn’t yours. It was his. Just like him your breathing was ragged and you sent him your deadliest glare. He thought it was funny. You, a stupid little human trusting him not to lash out like a caged animal, after he had been rotting for a day slowly bleeding and in pain. You looked just as wild as him now.

He watches as you right yourself, picking up your rifle from where you had set it down and pointing it straight at him. He sees you frowning, torn between your options. He thought you were foolish and that you should’ve killed him when you had the chance. Then again, he could say the same for himself. He should’ve killed you when he had the chance, instead of allowing you to kill him now. It hurt his pride to be shot and killed by a weak little human such as yourself.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You groan. Ever since you had picked up your rifle, the bird man had been staring at you. What was it across his features, an emotion you couldn’t place. He looked pitiful to you -lashing out at the only person who tried to help him.

“If you’re going to shoot me, hurry up.” He scoffs, looking away from you toward the blue sky peeking out from behind the tree line. You wondered if he missed it.

“I am going to shoot you,” you tell him, inching closer. His gaze snaps back to you, eyes sharpening.

“Then shoot me.”

“I will.”

You’re close to him now. Keeping your gun trained on him, you step around him, toward his injured wing. He eyes you with what you can definitely identify as malice. You hear a low rumble from his throat, not unlike a violent bird song.

“You’re taking an awfully long time to shoot human.”

“And you seem eager to die for someone who tried to kill me.” You retort, maybe you wanted to die. But he hadn’t killed you before. “Promise not to choke me if I take this off you?”

“Fine.” He huffs, no longer meeting your gaze. You slide the gun across your back and grab the bear trap opening it. It takes a bit to get your grip, and his blood stains your hands. Finally you manage to pry the wretched thing off and he shoots off into the air faster than you can comprehend. He doesn’t get far as you see him tumble down through the trees further into the forest. He lands on the ground a flurry of toned limbs and red feathers.

“A thank you would be nice!” You yell at him. But when you blink he’s gone. You grumble and groan to yourself, wiping his blood on your pants and gathering your things to begin your trek back down the mountain.

When you reach town just before sunset the villagers crowd around your blood covered form. You lie assuring them that the trap accidentally caught a stray deer, which you freed but not before it bled all over you. The dim light hid your forming bruise pretty well, you were grateful. That night you could hardly sleep mind running around the excitement you’d experienced. The creature, he was adventure, he was freedom incarnated.

The next morning you couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde bird man. About his piercing eyes, and the nasty wound inflicting his shoulder. You tried to ignore the nagging feeling to go and check on him. You were sure he hadn’t gotten far, not with those injuries at least. He had almost killed you, and left you a nasty bruise across your neck, but your town was the reason he was hurt in the first place, and you were the only one who knew.

You felt responsible. So you packed a bag with food and water, antibiotics and bandages and began the trek back up the mountain. Your legs ached as you climbed with no breaks, to reach the forest by the flower field. The trap was easy to find, but there was no sign of the bird man. You take a deep breath-

“Are you out there? I brought food and bandages for your wing!” You yell into the empty forest. After a couple of minutes a voice rings out behind you.

“You really are a strange human.” He says. You spin around to face him. He regards your form with scrutiny. “You even forgot your gun.”

“I don’t need it,” you emphasize, pulling your bag out from behind you.

“Sure you don’t,” he agrees, his tone incredulous. You huff pulling a sandwich out of your bag. You toss it toward him and he catches it with ease. His eyes glance between the sandwich and you before he shrugs, plopping himself down on the grass, unwrapping the food and taking a bite. He seems more at ease today, maybe a little less feral. Though you suppose you’d lash out too if there was metal lodged into your arm. You grab your medical supplies from your bag, approaching him slowly, wary that he could attack at any time like yesterday. His eyes narrow as you approach with a water skin and a clean towel. A low trilling noise erupts from his throat. Pausing, you look at him with a firm scowl, he stares back at you equally unamused.

“Let me see your wound, I want to clean it.” You demand, holding your hand out like he was a kid who stole some candy and you wanted it back. He snorts.

“This sandwich is good, but you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting a human get that close to my wings.” It was careless, the way he said it. As if he didn’t mean a word, but they weighed heavily on your chest.

“If we don’t clean it you’ll get an infection,” You counter, taking a step closer. He shifts his wings away.

“I’ll take my chances.” He remarks, taking another bite of the sandwich.

“You looked like a shitty parakeet yesterday.” You tell him. He snorts. You continue.

“It’s your choice. If you want to risk living like that for the rest of your life, be my guest. Or you can let me help you so that your wound heals correctly.” It felt similar to dealing with the village kids after they scraped their knees. He seems to consider what you tell him, finishing off the last of his sandwich.

“Give it to me, I’ll do it.” He holds an open palm out to you. A small smile graces your lips. You hand over the water and the towel, as well as a small bar of soap. Then you take out the bandages and antibiotic ointment. You watch as he meticulously cleans out the wounds, hardly flinching even when it looks painful.

You notice the red lines trailing down his forearms, from where you scratched him yesterday. They looked significantly better, just pink raised bumps. You wondered if he healed faster than humans did. He uses the ointment next, and then the bandages pulling angry red skin together and patching it up. He turns to meet your gaze smirking. You go red.

“Staring much?” he asks. You open your mouth to retort but his stomach grumbling cuts you off. You look at him, underneath the scraps of cut up dirty clothing he wore, he looked skinny, as if he hadn’t eaten in a while. Wordlessly fishing out your sandwich you hand that to him. He takes it, eyeing you carefully.

“I’ll be back tomorrow with more food, and a clean set of bandages.” You stand up . His eyes narrow at you.

“Why are you helping me?” He asks. His yellow eyes look feral again, each muscle tensed, wings fluffing behind him.

“It’s my responsibility. It was our trap that hurt you, so it’s my job to heal it.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, and you shrug making your way back down the mountain.

You do visit him the next day, and the day after that. Soon enough you had trekked up the mountain every day for a week and a half. He still looks wild sometimes, a caged animal crouched and ready to strike, but sometimes he seemed very human. Day by day you were growing more and more enamored with him, even if he was a little shit.

“What did you bring me today?” He asks, as soon as you pop around the corner. He was chirper today, you could tell by the gleaming in his eyes.

“Chicken since you liked it so much yesterday.” He nods his head in appreciation, moving closer and closer to your form. He was almost hovering next to you, as you unpacked the food and bandages. You had gotten the idea to bring a blanket with you up the mountains, so the both of you had somewhere clean to sit. When you place his chicken down he grabs it with fervor, scarfing it down with a ferocity you’d previously seen in hungry teenagers.

He’s careful not to touch you, like always. Ever since choking you he’d avoided touch like it was the plague, even when you were handing him food or supplies. In the end, you’d just place them on the blanket for him. It wasn’t worth the fight on whatever human cooties you were sure to infect him with. Despite this, he was getting closer and closer to you as he sat. You hoped that meant he was getting comfortable with your presence. At Least then the whole town wasn’t looking at you like a madwoman for nothing.

“Good?” You ask.

“Perfect. This is the one thing you humans get right,” he groans, appreciatively taking another bite. You laugh at that.

“Surely not the only thing.” You roll your eyes. Even as he ate, scarfed down the food in the most unflattering way you could imagine, he looked beautiful. He was ethereal in the way the light caught his golden strands, his golden eyes nearly glowing. The inky markings encasing his orbs only made him look sharper, more dangerous.

“Maybe not the only thing,” he regards you with those eyes of his. You shiver.

“Mhm.” You turn away looking across the floral landscape. The sky was a beautiful blue and completely clear. The wind was warm and mellow, blowing flowers in patterns across the hillside.

“How’s your neck?” He asks. That causes you to pause. You had taken to tying a small scarf around the marks to avoid drawing the villagers attention to something you could not explain. The elders assumed you were hiding a different kind of bruise, but it was better than giving up your secrets.

“I don’t know how it’s any of your business, parakeet.” You turn to the bird man. He clutches his chest, looking awfully demure for a predator. His eyes narrow at the nickname, you knew it was his least favorite.

“You wound me groundling, here I am being considerate. You’re so cold,” he whines. You huff at his nickname, the one he gave you after you told him to stop calling you human.

“You don’t let me see your wound, I won’t let you see mine.”

“That’s hardly fair, you are much weaker than I am, and I gripped you pretty hard.”

“Yeah, and your wing was nearly torn off by a bear trap, oh strong and mighty one,” you roll your eyes at him. He lets out a small laugh.

“I could get used to that nickname.”

You shoot him a pointed glare. He raises his hands yielding.

“Fine, fine, a deal then?” He asks.

“What?” You blink at him owlishly. He grins, his sharp canines protruding.

“Let me see your neck and I’ll let you look at my wing.” He says again, shuffling closer to you. You smile, this was a definite win in your book. You weren’t really hiding your neck, not from him at least. It was just a bruise after all.

“Deal.” The second the words leave your lips, his hands are upon you. It startles you, considering how much he’d kept away before. He unties the knot with nimble fingers, his knuckles brushing against your throat. They were softer than you imagined. He’s not gentle as he yanks your chin upwards, head dipping into the curvature of your neck. He tuts gently, the sound similar to the clacking of a beak.

“I certainly did a number on you, huh groundling.” His sharp fingernails trace across your jugular. You briefly remember how dangerous he was. Gulping nervously you wonder if he ate people.

He regards you with interest. You certainly were an odd human, coming back to help him day after day, despite the way he attacked you, despite the way he treated you. As he inspects the deep purple bruising he realizes how badly he lashed out against you. He was hungry and tired and in pain, and he certainly didn’t trust humans, but that was no excuse. You were clearly a harmless little creature. For all your bark he doubted you had any bite, especially as you kept leaving your weapon behind. He wondered if you were stupid or just optimistic. Whatever the case, he knew he was just exploiting it. A small voice in the back of his head chided, if he was just using you why care about the bruise?

“Okay okay, my turn.” Your voice startles him out of his trace. You carefully pull your chin from his grasp, and he finds himself almost missing the warmth.

“A deals a deal.” He undos the bandage showing you a nasty cut, caked in a layer of dried blood. To your relief the skin doesn’t look nearly as angry and red. It wasn’t getting infected. That was good. You reach your hands out to get a closer look, but he pulls away.

“I said you could look, no touching,” he tilts his head to the side, clearly mocking you. You gasp. He was playing dirty.

“That’s not fair!” You argue back.

“I didn’t say the deal was fair, groundling.”

“Your hands were all over my neck, I deserve at least a closer look!”

“Sorry that’s all you get for today.” He smiles at you cheekily. You narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re the worst bird brain.”

“Only for you my featherless friend.”

You visit the medicine woman once again, for your last set of bandages. From what you could tell, his wing was almost completely healed. The wound didn’t look nearly as deep. It must’ve been due to some healing ability he had. You’d almost like it for yourself, if only to rid yourself of the ugly purple bruise adorning your neck.

“What are you caring for up in the mountains?” She asks you, as you bring the supplies to the counter. You pause, she hadn’t asked you before. Although you knew the town was talking in hushed whispers about how you were being tricked by fey in the forests, or losing yourself to hysteria. Those who knew you well assumed you were finally setting out for your adventure, training and prepping. Those who didn’t regarded you with fearful eyes, as if you were an omen of disaster.

“I’m taking care of a falcon, it broke its wings in one of the bear traps. I’m training it to work for me,” you tell her with a smile you hoped was convincing. She narrows her eyes slightly. You definitely had more bandages than necessary for a falcon.

“There’s nothing good out on the road,” she tells you. You wondered if she thought you were foolish, or brave. “It’s better to stay where you’re safe and cared for. Bandits aren’t the only thing you need to protect yourself from out there. There’s monsters that will devour you whole, and tricksters who’d take your soul.” Her stare was stern, but almost motherly.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You wondered if your bird man was after your soul. When you visited him he was as cheerful as usual, eating his food, and then yours too. He didn’t let you near his wings again, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed his company, his stories about distant lands. He was the embodiment of freedom to you, all the adventure you’d hoped for in your life. It wouldn’t be a far stretch to say your little crush had developed into something more

The next day your adventure up the mountain comes with a hitch. That morning you decided to finish some of the chores you had been neglecting all week. So by the time you set up the mountain it was later than usual. The usual peace you felt walking along the trail was missing. Instead there was a sense of unease permeating your senses. It almost felt like something was watching you, following you. For the first time since you had found the bird man, you regret not bringing your rifle. You look over your shoulder constantly, but see nothing but empty wilderness behind you. Not even the snapping of a twig or a grunt breath reaches your ears.

Terror fills you. You’re not sure whether you’re just freaking yourself out, or if something was following you, but you clutch your bag tighter and quicken your pace. Maybe you should have turned around, and run straight down the mountain to the safety of your village. Instead you walked, trembling closer and closer to the blonde man waiting for you. You wanted to run, but knew better than to run from a predator. Instead you kept walking, looking behind you as if your gaze alone would keep it from advancing.

The man in question is waiting for you in the flower field, at the edge of the woods. When he sees you he smiles, pearly teeth gleaming. Then his smile drops, eyes narrowing. As you shudder, you turn to look behind you for the last time, seeing nothing. Faintly you hear the rustling of some leaves, just in the tree line. That’s all it takes for your composure to break. On trembling legs you take off in a spring toward your bird. Completely disregarding his personal boundaries you throw yourself toward him. Surprisingly you’re met with open arms. Even more surprising he pulls you closer to him, arms wrapping around you, squeezing you into his chest. His puffed up wings close around you as well, shielding you from view. Completely wrapped in his embrace, you can see nothing but him, expanses of red and gold. You stare up at his face, his tightened jaw, his piercing gaze, slit pupils staring off into the distance.

“Is there something following me?” You ask your voice barely a whisper. He doesn’t respond to you, instead you hear a low screeching sound emitting from his throat. In that moment you remember that he’s not quite human, that he nearly killed you before. You shuffle in his grasp, but he just clutches you tighter, wings unfurling from around you. In a second you’re airborne, a terrified yelp leaves you. You clutch at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist, anything to prevent him from dropping you.

The flight is shaky, much like walking on a leg after it was broken. His wound pulled open slightly, blood dotting the bandages. He says nothing, landing atop a large tree, miles away from your clearing, and even further from your village. Shakily you loosen your grip on him, planting your feet on the branch. You slowly crouch to the ground, wary that one mis-step would result in your demise. Backing yourself against the trunk, you secure your legs around the branch.

You look up at him, he looks wild, just as wild as the day you first saw him- trapped in the net. His gaze pierces through you, yellow eyes, slit pupils, the look of a predator. Then as easily as taking off a coat, he shakes out his wings, the look on his face morphing from deadly to neutral, then from neutral to teasing.

“You’re quite prone to trouble,” he hums at you, perching on the branch, an easy smile placed on features. You don’t believe it.

“What was that?” You demand. He tilts his head blinking at you owlishly.

“You mean heroically saving you? A thank you would be nice.”

“Heroics my ass. You scared me half to death! You didn’t say anything! What was even following me? How am I supposed to get home now! I don’t even know where I am, or if that thing is still out there. The whole village is going to be worried about me-“

“Slow your roll there troublemaker, one thing at a time,” he shuffles toward you. Reaching a clawed hand toward your face. He sees you freeze, but you don’t pull away from his touch as he tucks stray hairs away from your face. He lets his fingers trail along your face as he pulls away.

He didn’t know what came over him, when he saw you come around the corner, that terrified expression in your eyes. It set every nerve on fire. When you sprinted toward him he wasn’t thinking about how much he still didn’t trust you. He wasn’t thinking about how he was befriending you, lowering your guard to get your help, to survive. He just wanted your food and supplies. It was difficult to hunt without his wings, and medicine was hard for him to come by. He was using you, he knew it. Befriending you to profit his own gains. And when he was completely healed he was going to leave you behind, never to return. He wondered how many days you’d hike around the mountain looking for him without a trace.

Despite this, when you threw yourself into his arms, he didn’t think twice about ushering you into his embrace, shielding you from the unseen entity. It was more than survival at that point. You were in danger and it made him see red. Although he couldn’t see it, he sensed its presence in the trees. A monster, a Hidebehind, that was stalking you up the mountains waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He imagined you screaming as it drug you into its cave, only to eat you alive. He’d find it later, and kill it, but first he had to attend to you.

“You’re bleeding,” your voice tears him from his thoughts. Your hands reach out as if forgetting the arrangement the two of you had. For some reason he lets you, revels in your gentle touches, as you inspect the wound, dabbing it with clean water. He watches you with keen eyes, as you right feathers misplaced by the bandage, his brain purring in delight. He tries to shake away the thought, remember that your friendship was a farce- he was using you, fooling you.

When you were done fixing him up, playing veterinarian, you look up at him. His expression was weirdly vacant, as if he’d slipped off the mask of both monster and man. You weren’t sure what to do with that information, so you settled on what always brought you together.

“Food?” You offer him a sandwich. He eyes you carefully, then relents, taking it and relaxing down into a seated position. He straddles the branch, your knees barely touching. Unlike your previous visits he doesn’t scarf down the food like a savage beast. He waits until you bring out your own sandwich and take a bite. You normally didn’t mind sharing most, of not all your portion of the meal, knowing you’d eat again when you got home- not knowing if this was his only meal for the day, but today you were unsure when you’d get home if ever. Even if you were to climb down the tree, the lowest branch was still a considerable fall from the ground. And even if you managed that you had no idea where you were in the forest. You could ask the bird man to help you, but he wasn’t ever helpful was he.

“Thank you for the food.” He mumbles, surprising you. You can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Thank you for saving me from that thing.” You express your gratitude. His eyes widen, and then his wing is blocking your face from view.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you take me back home? Or atleast to the clearing?” You ask, hoping that his newfound comfort around you would win you some favors, or atleast one. He grins at you wickedly, and you feel all hope begin dying out.

“No.”

“That’s not fair! I’ll die out here!”

“Hmm, and how does that affect me little troublemaker?”

You open your mouth to retort, but draw a blank. His grin gets wider. He scoots closer to you.

“It would be rude to let me die after saving my life,” you cross your arms pouting. He really was a little shit.

“You never know, that creature may still be out there. Maybe I’m saving your life by keeping you here,” he smiles at you, eyes closed.

“How noble of you,” you deadpan. You were used to the treatment by now. For one reason or another it always felt like he was getting more than he gave. You didn’t mind though. You didn’t mind trading supplies for stories, the tangible for dreams. He excited you, set your heart on fire, frustrated you to no end, but you couldn’t stop coming back.

“Call me Hawks.”

“I’m (Y/N).” You introduce yourself. He smiles, your heart quickens.

“I like troublemaker better, or maybe groundling.” He places a finger to his chin tilting his head as if he was deep in thought.

“Sure thing birdman.”

“Hey!”

You spend the rest of that afternoon talking, stuck up on that tree, talking and chatting away. He told you about the time he fought a band of mercenaries trying to capture him for a circus. You told him about your quaint little town. About the flower festival every spring, and the New Years celebration every winter. How it was quiet and safe, but so very boring. Soon enough it was growing dark. Finally you gather the courage to ask the question.

“Is it still out there?” You ask. He tilts his head. “The creature that was stalking me.” He looks around, then shrugs.

“It’s not in this area. Why? Considering using it as an excuse to cuddle up with me all night?” He waggles his eyebrows at you. You scoff pushing him lightly. Cheeks tinted pink, you turn away so he can’t see. He thinks you look adorable.

“No. So that I can get down this godforsaken tree and sleep.” The branch was large, large enough that you could comfortably sit on it, but that didn’t mean you wanted to sleep here. You look down at the climb that awaited you. Hawks follows your gaze then laughs.

“I wouldn’t sleep down there if I was you, turtle dove.” He expertly hops up, landing on his toes with grace. He stands and stretches out his large wings.

“Where else am I supposed to sleep?” You fidget in place. He looked awfully close to taking off.

“Why not sleep with me?” He asks. You choke on your spit.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me groundling, sleep in the trees, with me.” He grabs your arms suddenly pulling you to your feet. He spins you around him, swapping your positions.

Fast, he was fast.

You clutch onto him, stumbling and afraid to fall. He sits, back to the trunk, pulling you down with him. You slip a bit, landing on his chest. Pulling away your cheeks heathen up. He grins wilder.

“Hawks.” You warn.

“I like that say it again,” he purrs. You smack him. He barks out a laugh.

“I’m being serious, what if I fall?”

“I’ll hold you.”

You blink at him owlishly. He liked it. The confused flustered look on your face suited you well.

“Bird man i swear to god if I fall out of this tree tonight-“

“Relax, just come here.” He pulls and prods at you until your back was leaning up against his chest. He wraps his arms around you. His touch almost burns against your skin. It slowly gets dark, dark enough that even as you squinted you could hardly see the outline of your hand in front of you. You weren’t particularly scared of the dark, but knowing that some unseen entity was waiting out in the forest for you set you on edge. Now that it was night you were completely helpless.

You try anything and everything to sleep. Closing your eyes, focusing on your breathing. Hell, you even tried focusing on the heartbeat and breathing of the man behind you but nothing seemed to work. Fear tinged the edge of your senses, the darkness held danger.

“Hawks?” You whisper, terrified of the loudness of your own voice.

“Yes?” He hums back at you.

“You’re not going to let me fall are you?”

“I told you I wouldn’t.” His voice was calm. It had a soothing almost melodic quality to it. Some of the tension leaves your body.

“Are you sure that thing can’t reach us up here?” You ask. This time your voice is quiet just above a whisper. You feel rumbling in his chest, as a soft cooing noise hits your ears. Just as soon as it began it stopped.

“Of course baby bird, you’re safe with me.”

A beat.

“Can you sing me a lullaby?” You tried to remind yourself that being vulnerable was a sign of strength, not weakness.

You feel him tense up beneath you.

“What?” The sounds almost strangled.

“Sing me a lullaby, or tell me a story or something. I can’t stop thinking about that thing, and I can hardly see anything, I’m terrified. I can’t sleep.” When he doesn’t say anything you suspect he just ignored you. You hear a low rumbling trill sound behind you. It takes a moment for you to recognize that this is his lullaby to you. Smiling, you settle back against him and close your eyes. The stress from the day ebbs in making your limbs feel heavy as you drift to bed.

Hawks wakes up earlier than you. Though he expected as much. His eyes fluttered open with the first rays of light. You were still locked into his embrace, shifting slightly in your sleep so that you could curl against him. Your arms were slightly cold to the touch. He was certainly no stranger to sleeping in the trees, but even this was an uncomfortable night for him. He couldn’t imagine how sore you’d be. His mind flitted to the image of you, cocooned in his nest. It tickled a part of his brain no one had before, not even those of his own kind. How did this happen? Days ago he wouldn’t have thought twice about allowing you to die. Sure you were useful, but he was nearly completely healed, and with a little stretching he’d be flying in no time.

So what was it about you that drew him in? Was it the way you acted annoyed and frustrated with his antics, but smiled and helped him anyway. Was it the way your eyes shimmered when he talked about distant lands. When he watched your chest rise and fall in your slumber, breath ghosting across his neck, he was inclined to keep you around- at least a little while longer.

A morning bird song awakens you. It takes you groggy moments to realize that it was the bird man, still behind you.

“I didn’t realize you were a song bird.” Your voice was hoarse and your head pounded. Your neck ached from the sleeping position, even if you hardly slept through the night. It was so cold you kept waking up only to try and snuggle yourself closer to the warmth Hawks emitted. You were tempted to use his wings as blankets, if you weren’t sure it’d wake him up. He was the only thing you could really sense around you, and it was terrifying. But you had survived the night, and would live to tell the tale. It wasn’t the most exciting, but it was your first adventure. Hopefully the first of many.

“I’ll be any bird you want me to be duckling.” He grins at you wolfishly, you force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“How about the kind of bird that can fly me home. Or atleast get me down from this tree.” You weren’t sure why he hadn’t taken you home. He flew decently fine taking you here. His wound opened a little, but from what you could see it was near completely healed. Yesterday it was a mere surface wound, today the scabs were fading away.

“No.”

“Hawks!” You pull away from him. He was looking at you owlishly, neutrality settling across his features.

“Get me down.” You glare at him pointedly. This was no time for playing games.

“No.” To your surprise his tone isn’t teasing. To your blooming horror he seemed serious.

“Fine,” you huff. “I’ll get down by myself.” True to your word, you did manage to get down mostly. There were several close calls, in which you stumbled and slipped clutching the bark with a terrified squeak. To your chagrin Hawks was watching you, flapping nearby as you cursed and trembled. Sure you had climbed trees as a kid, but never this high up. Hawks was oddly silent as he watched you with his piercing eyes. Finally you made it to the lowest branch. You stood on it clutching the trunk as a lifeline. Peering over the edge the fall looked like more than you could handle comfortably. The ground screamed of breaking a leg or two. You look to the bird man flapping passively next to you.

“You seriously aren’t going to help?” You were more than miffed. His wing was clearly working fine.

“Nope.” He popped the p, grinning.

“You’re such an ass parakeet.” For some reason your bird man was in a mood. He wasn’t necessarily known for his cooperation with you, but this was getting ridiculous.

“Uncalled for. I just don’t see the benefit for me,” he shrugs, leaning back into his wings, hardly paying attention to you. You sigh, he clearly wanted something, but what you didn’t know.

“Okay let's make a deal. You help me down, and in return i'll get you… what? Chicken?” You ask. He peaks over at you, his smile turning predatory. Flying closer to you, your faces inches apart.

“If I help you down, you can give me a… kiss?”

Your whole body goes flush in seconds. You take a step backwards, away from him, completely forgetting where you were. Suddenly your whole world is flipping. Then you feel strong arms wrap around you. Almost as suddenly as you’re falling you’re flying into the air. Hawks is laughing and whooping as you clutch onto him, your heart pounding.

When you had calmed yourself to actually pay attention to what was around you, you realized that Hawks was the personification of wind. The strokes of his wings were sure and steady, yet ferocious and wild. You felt yourself completely enamored with it, with the wide grin on his face. You couldn’t help but scream and laugh in joy along with him. Looking at his glee you wondered how much he missed flying. He looked so alive. You found yourself thinking that despite all the risks you took in trying to save the injured bird, you were glad. You wouldn’t take back anything.

“Which human house is yours?” He asks. You glance down at where he was pointing. You see your tiny village, and your house at the edge, next to the field. It was your grandma’s, before she passed two years ago. You point down toward it.

“That one, with the brown roof!” You try to scream above the roaring winds. He smiles mischievously. Suddenly your stomach was in knots. He swoops into a free dive. Your screams this time are very real as the ground gets closer and closer as you fall faster and faster. At the last possible moment he pulls up, slowing to a stop and placing you down on shaky legs in the middle of the field.

“Now, about my payment,” he stalks toward you. Your cheeks get warm.

“What are you talking about? I never agreed…” your thought trails off as you catch his eye. He was looking at you again, not the look of a man, but the look of an animal.

“I didn’t just set you down, troublemaker, I even took you home. Surely I should get a kiss and more.” His voice is syrupy, as he begins stalking toward your flustered form.

“Hawks,” you try to warn, but it comes out more as a squeak that you intended. It sets his nerves on fire and he’s pounced onto you again. You land on your back, his forearms resting on either side of your head. He leans down nose brushing along your jugular, then you feel something warm and wet trail up your neck. You shudder.

“Hawks what the fu-“

“My name is Keigo.” You snort, how was this the time for introductions.

His face gets closer to yours, breath fanning across your cheeks. You open your mouth to protest, to say anything about the whiplash you were currently experiencing. Before you can say anything however his mouth is on yours. The kiss was hungry and fierce. His hands wander over your shoulder down your waist attaching to your hips, pulling you closer to him, as if there was any room in the first place. It felt good, so good you might’ve passed away and gone to heaven. Soon you’re kissing him back. You start a fight for dominance that you know you won’t win. He does, biting your lower lip and pushing his insistent tongue through your teeth. Your hands tangle into his hair and he groans. Damn that was hot.

A gunshot goes just above your heads. In an instant he’s off you. Then he takes off into the sky, several gunshots following him. He leaves you flushed red with swollen lips in the field. You hear the shouts of the villagers as they rush toward you. Eternally embarrassed you try to fix your messed up hair, wiping the saliva from your lips. Even as their concern hit your ears you could only think about that kiss.

Apparently you had caused a big hullabaloo when you hadn’t come down from the mountain. In fact a search party was just getting ready to track you down when they saw the creature fly into town. They were planning to stay far away from the monster, when one of the village children, who was hiding out in the bushes near you eating raspberries, saw you being attacked. You flushed hot at that, it was certainly one way to describe it. Well that’s when they all got together to scare the creature off.

Harpy. The elders called him. Spirit of the wind.

That was strangely fitting.

What was not fitting, was the claim that harpies stole people from the earth. You had only known Hawks -Keigo, for a week, and he wanted nothing to do with people. It was clear to the elders that you only narrowly avoided being stolen away. He was calling you up the mountain like a siren of the air. He almost kidnapped you away too, but by the grace of god you were returned to the village. Their story was preposterous, but the uncovered bruises adorning your neck only added to their suspicions. You had a little too much humility and embarrassment to explain that he was kissing you in the field, and that he wasn’t about to steal you away. Though you weren’t exactly opposed to the notion.

That was how you found yourself on house arrest. Confined to your home, volunteers watched you at all hours. They were set on preventing you from stepping even a foot outside, for fear he’d swoop down and steal you away in seconds. You tried to explain that he wasn’t that fast but your complaints fell on deaf ears. So you stayed inside for the two most excruciatingly boring days of your life. You wondered if he missed you, the kiss still fresh on your mind.

On his end Hawks was furious. When you hadn’t visited him for two whole days he immediately knew the culprit. It was clearly the other humans that shot at him, keeping you from visiting. It had finally settled into his mind that he wanted you, you were his, and he wasn’t too fond of sharing you with the town you were clearly trying to escape from. He flew around, where the other humans couldn’t see him, hoping to catch sight of you. Wherever they had you, it was inside. It was smart of them, but he knew it wouldn’t last forever. They’d have to let you outside sometime. And when they did he’d be ready. He stalked the town. Waiting patiently for his prey to appear. He wouldn’t make the mistake of leaving you twice.

After five days of being stuck indoors you threw such a big fit, that they agreed to let you outside. You figured they were getting tired of being on constant vigilance. No one had seen your bird man in days. Everyone but you hoped he moved on. So you packed as much money and supplies as you could into your bag and headed out into town square. It was clearly time for you to leave this town behind, and who knew maybe Keigo would let you tag along with him.

No sooner were you in the town square you felt a strong gust of wind. You heard screaming and the sound of gunshots before two hands plucked you from the ground and into the air. Gaining altitude, your village became a tiny speck below you.

“Need a lift groundling?” His voice calls out to you, airy and free.

“Yes I was just thinking about getting out and seeing the world. I wonder if anyone could help me with that?” You try to act coy, but the huge grin settled across your features gives you away.

“I know someone who can help, for a kiss of course.”

“Keigo!” You laugh. He laughs with you, flying you away from your town.

“What, no deal turtle dove?” He smiles at you, golden hair whipping around in the wind.

“Fine it’s a deal.” You roll your eyes.

With your adventure on the horizon you laugh, maybe the villagers were right. Maybe harpies did steal people away, but you found yourself not minding too terribly much.

#mha x y/n #mha reader insert #mha x reader #mha #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #mha hawks #hawks x you #mha au #fantasy au

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Mr. Jeon: Deceit

jungkook continues to surprise you with his indifferent attitude, and yet, increasingly romantic and domestic actions. you continue to wonder what it means, if anything at all.

» genre: angst, fluff, smut

» description: (don't read if you don't want spoilers!) car sex, fingering (f receiving), head (m receiving), overstim, squirting. steamy!! lol

» word count: 3.6k

Part 5 | Masterpost

the more i learn about jungkook the more i feel like i understand him, less. it's like a game of clue, or mysterium, where i'm being given vague, off-topic anecdotes that i don’t yet have the information to fill in. like a constant plot-hole, i just simply don't understand him.

and yet i feel his switch to before he was is inevitable, and he’ll become more guarded and mean again. not that it would change anything i did, but i'm afraid that allowing my curiosity to get the best of me would result in him pushing me away.

“i like this you, much better.” i lay my head against his shoulder as he grades papers. the blinds are pulled, the door is closed and locked and all students are gone, and it's too late to where any teachers would care to hold a conversation with each other.

his hand doesn't stop writing as he hums, “what do you mean?”

i debate my options, and my curiosity gets the best of me. “you're not as guarded with me as you were at first. we can actually talk and enjoy each other’s presence.”

he stills, looking at me with the same unreadable dark orbs he always sports. i often find myself admiring the way he never shows his thoughts, his expressions stay the same. if no one can read them, they can never get the better of him. how doesn't he know i could never hurt him?

“sounds like you’re falling for me, baby.” he smiles the tiniest bit, picking the pen back up and moving into the next test.

“falling for you?” i mumble. “as in, like, a boyfriend?”

His tongue pokes the side of his cheek and he doesn’t look at me when he replies, “something like that, yes.”

i tick my head, “well, of course i am.” my reaction takes him by surprise, and i don’t know why. i mean, after everything we’ve done together, who wouldn’t be falling for him? he narrows his eyes at me before resuming his work. “are you falling for me?”

his chest breaks its pattern of rising and falling and his hand stops moving. he doesn’t reply to me. simply leaving my question hanging in the air like an invisible weight and i worry i’ve done something wrong, like staying past curfew, kissing a stranger, or stolen candy from a small child. something bad.

“all done.” he grunts, patting my thigh as i slide out of his lap and stand beside him. he collects his things and packs up for the weekend.

i stand there silently, still feeling the heavy air, as if i was treading on ice. jungkook had a way of making you feel like that sometimes, whether he knew it or not. he just seemed like the type of guy that had power. he oozed it. or perhaps that’s just how i saw him.

“let’s go.” he says, annoyed. i can’t tell if he’s annoyed from what i said, or just because i was standing around like an idiot and not paying attention.

i jog through the door he was holding open for me and the walk back to his car was silent. jungkook was the first to speak when he asked me where he was taking me. “home? bus stop?”

i shrug, “neither sound great, but home i guess.”

his eyes stay on me, the light keeps red for much longer than normal. “you can stay with me, if you want.” he speaks so quietly i almost don’t register it at all. my face turns to confusion before realizing he was actually inviting me to his house.

“oh-uh-of course!” i struggle to hide my excitement. “i-i mean, if you’d let me, i’d love to.”

he shakes his head, “i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want you to.”

i nod, “y-yeah, of course, that makes sense.” my response makes him grin, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the side console. “i’ve never been to a guy’s house before.” i quietly tell him, staring out the window, admiring all of the blurry lights, families having dinner, watching tv together, even the couples out, lining the main streets for a friday-night date-night. I specifically admire how unfamiliar all of it is to me, and how badly i want it.

“really?” he asks, “never a boyfriend, crush, fling?”

i shake my head with a pout, “no, never.”

i hear him hum, “well, i’m glad to be the first.” he places his hand on my thigh and begins caressing it slowly.

i practically melt at his touch. he sneaks glances at me as the ride goes on, traffic being a pain as always, and he’s focused, but losing patience. his hand moves further up my leg and into my skirt, drawing slow circles and massaging my leg, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

we hit the next stop light and he moves his hand over my front, a devilish smirk on his face as he begins to play with me. i let one hand grip onto his wrist and the other onto the side of the seat, no doubt digging my nails into both as he plays with my clit, teasing me and watching me squirm.

“you’re so fun to play with baby. always so easy.”

i hum, eyes closed and little whimpers escaping my mouth that he turns the radio down to hear, no doubt. he stops for a moment and i whine, “jungkook~”

his eyes are on the road, “hold on, be patient.”

a pout rests on my lips as i examine where we are, “are we almost there?”

he looks around before crossing the busy intersection, mumbling a “yeah.”

i nod and take in my surroundings, only a for a few seconds before he continues toying with me though my panties. “oh jungkook.”

his eyes scan over to me every so often, getting off at how easy i am to him, and admiring the way i am totally wrapped around his finger. or so, he tells me all the time. he moves his hands up and dips them into my panties, feeling my slit and only now can i feel how wet i am. “god baby,” he groans, “so fucking wet, bet you’d beg me to let you cum right now.”

i nod vigorously, “yes, yes, i would.”

he chuckles dipping a finger in and out of me, shallow, not enough. i squirm and whine, “please jungkook.”

he grins, “please what baby?”

i grip tighter on his wrist and look at him, “please play with me, need you bad.”

he pushes two fingers into my core and i don’t hold back my moans as he continues, curling them deliciously against my walls, hitting much farther in me than i could ever.

my cheeks heat and i feel my high nearing quickly. i whimper his name and he catches on, “go ahead, cum all over my fingers.”

as if i needed to be told, my orgasm hits me quickly and my entire body pulses and tenses. jungkook relents for a moment, puts the car in park with his other hand, his right arm still under my skirt, and he continues.

“i-i came, jungkook.” i tell him breathlessly, overwhelmed and confused.

he stares at me with a smirk, “i know baby.” i’m still confused as he adds a third finger, his palm rubs against my clit and i feel like my body is on fire, the only comprehensible thought i have is him and the overwhelming feeling between my legs. “oh, please jungkook,” i mewl, feeling his dark eyes on me.

“what is it baby?”

i open my mouth but no sound comes out, shaking my head as a last resort of communication. the hand that was once gripping the seat, now above my head and grabbing the head rest. i can hear his quiet groans and low chuckles as he watches the way my body warps and my noises increase.

i feel my second orgasm approaching much more intensely than the last, the feeling new and indescribable. and absolutely crushing. i came, loudly, and all over his hand, the seat, and my skirt.

i don’t notice initially, my vision blurry and ears deaf as my body slowly untenses. it isn’t until a few moments pass and he pulls his hand away slowly, that i feel a slight puddle.

“holy shit.”

“w-what happened.” my cheeks heat, embarrassed and upset at myself. i look down at my mess and back to him, eyes wide and almost, proud, with a slight grin on his face.

“i didn’t know you could do that baby.” he says, wiping his hand on his jacket and sliding it off, leaving him in only a white button-up.

i shake my head, “d-do what? i’m so sorry jungkook.” i feel like crying for making such a mess.

he chuckles, “baby, that was one of the hottest things i have ever seen.” i stare at him, upset, tears brimming and confused. he caresses my head, “you can squirt.”

i glance back down towards my legs, “is that what, this is?”

he nods, “yes, and its extremely hot.” i nod along, “it can happen sometimes when you’re really excited.”

I hum, “okay, so its not a bad thing?”

he shakes his head quickly, “no, no. nothing to be ashamed about.”

i settle, making sense of the scene that had just played out before me, and what to do now. jungkook, as always, is one step ahead of me as he steps out of the car and over to the passenger side. he opens the door, then bends down, “take your skirt off.” i look at him before pulling my skirt down to my ankles where he takes it from me. “panties too.” after stripping bare from the waist down, his last instructions confuse me. “now,” he points behind me, “get in the back.” i look at him lost, and he closes the door on me, then opens the door behind me. i stop questioning him and just do as i’m told, “put your skirt and panties in the seat you soaked. i’ll wash them later.” he tells me as soon as i’m in the back with him.

i set them in the front seat and look back at him, “why are we back here?”

he grins, scooting awfully close to me and gripping the back of my head, “you’re adorable.”

i smile dopily at him, and he rewards me with a kiss, and tongue. he kisses me deeply and fully, pulling me towards him, until i’m sitting on my legs beside him. he takes my hand and moves it onto his crotch, “touch me.” he tells me. i grab at him through his pants and he continues to kiss me, “more, y/n.” i try harder but it leaves him pulling away, “undo my belt, idiot.”

i blink rapidly, everything happening so fast i can hardly keep up. i look down to his pants to undo them, and he complains about how slow i am. once i finally figure it out he pulls his pants and underwear down to his thighs, “think you know what to do now, baby?”

i look at him, wide-eyed and as innocent as ever. “m-my mouth?”

he grins, “i’d be fucking you already if i though you could take it, but i don’t think you can.”

i nod and smile coyly at him, gripping his large cock in my small hand, “yeah, you’re right, still feel it.”

i lean down, giving his length small, kitten licks and he watches me with hooded eyes, his hand still at the back of my head, “yeah? pussy still pulsing for attention?”

i nod, maybe not entirely knowing what he was saying, but he was into it. he chuckles before inhaling sharply as i take his tip into my mouth, “maybe your little pussy could handle it then.” he says and i look up at him, popping off of his length and dragging my hand up and down it just as i’ve seen him do.

“you can. i’m all yours, do whatever you want to me, please.” he laughs at me, pushing my head back down onto him and i get the memo, opening my mouth back up and taking him whole.

he sucks in a breath and grits his teeth, “fuck, i really would baby.” he controls my head, rising and falling at whatever pace he sets for me, instructing me to breathe through my nose so i can stay longer. “i’d love to fuck you senseless, but i really want to cum all over your pretty face.”

i unknowingly moan at his words and he does too in response, chuckling as he kicks his head back, “fuck, you like that idea don’t you.”

i hum and incite a similar reaction, this time his hips rise off the seat, pushing himself further into my throat and causing it to close. i pull off for a moment but keep my hand on him, his hand on mine, controlling my movements as i collect myself. “you really are so easy, so eager for anything.”

i smile and look up at him, he groans at the sight, my lips and chin glossy, “just want to be with you jungkook, don’t care how.”

he opens his mouth to reply and i take his length back into my mouth, and he groans. “fuck, so i could stop you right now and you wouldn’t care?”

i move up to his tip and shake my head no, “still want you to cum all over my face, too.”

he laughs at this, and my heart flips that he actually found me amusing. “see? you’re filthy.”

i circle my tongue around his head and he grits his teeth together, breathing heavily, “you taught me. you made me.” i tell him, before going back down, a lot more determined than before.

“fuck,” he curses, hips jerking again, “i’m close baby.” i hum in acknowledgement and once again it plays in my favor. not much longer jungkook pulls me off of him, readjusting our position and telling me to stick my tongue out and close my pretty eyes.

i do as he says with no second thoughts. i almost wonder if there is anything i wouldn’t do, if he was the one asking.

he grunts and strokes himself to completion, managing to get most of it onto my tongue, but some still painting my rosy cheeks and face.

i hear him settle back in his seat and i open my eyes, swallowing and wiping the rest of it off with my finger, “here” he hands me his discarded overcoat and i take it from his hand. “wrap that around your bare ass before we get out so you’re not flashing my whole neighborhood.”

i look at the shirt then back down at him, “i-i’ll still be mostly bare-”

“okay?” he asks, chuckling and making himself decent before opening the car door. i keep myself glued to his back, the neighborhood is quiet, no one in sight, and its dark, thankfully.

he unlocks his front door and flips on a few lights. “this way.” he leads me around his cozy apartment, opens a closet to a washing machine and tells me to hand him my clothes. i unwrap his shirt from around my waist and hand it to him. he stares for a moment but throws it in with my missing clothes. he then begins to unbutton his top, discarding it and throwing it into the washer as well. he begins to undo his pants before looking at me, “you gonna stay in that?”

i stare back at him, wide-eyed, and frankly, in a trance. if there is one sight i’d like to have permanently etched into my eyelids, it would be jungkook, barely clothed. “d-do you want me to?”

he exhales, “i’ll give you something to wear, let me wash those.”

i nod, i strip fully, handing him my shirt and bra, and he throws his pants in there, leaving him in only his boxers, which leave little to the imagination.

he then walks towards a hallway and into a room, his room, i realize after i step inside. “you can take a bath if you want.” he tells me as he digs through his drawers, pulling out a new pair of underwear and sweatpants for himself and pointing at the en-suite bathroom.

if i’ve noticed anything so far in jungkook’s house, its the tidiness. people always complain that men are slobs, but jungkook is always well-taken care of. always smells so nice, when its not a nice cologne its his shampoo, body wash, or even just him. always well-groomed, never the same shirt two days in a row, and every outfit is well-put together.

i step into the bathroom and turn the lights on, looking around before spotting the shower. “there should be some towels in that closet, right?”

i turn my head to the stack of multi-colored towels in the small closet and nod at him, “yeah, this’ll do.”

he nods and dresses himself, i turn the water on and wait before stepping into it. i don’t care to shut the bathroom door, truly hadn’t thought about it until i was already in the shower, examining the things he had in there.

i use the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner he has in there, all very obviously well-loved, and he doesn’t seem to have much else. i suppose men don’t need much else.

i turn the water off and take a few moments to drip dry, ringing my hair out before pulling the curtains back to see jungkook in the bathroom with me. he turns, his eyes moving from me, to the towels, grabbing one and opening it up.

i gleefully let him wrap me in it. “thank you.” i tell him, smilingly widely at him. he doesn’t share half my excitement, and i use a lot of self-restraint not to attach myself to him like a koala to a tree and never let go. he does give me a boyish grin and pats my head, chuckling as he tells me, “you smell like a dude now.”

he turns back to the sink, doing whatever nighttime skincare routine he has. now thats the routine i need to pay attention to. i hesitantly wrap my arms around his thin waist, “no, i smell like you.”

to my surprise he chuckles, allowing me to stay where i was until he was finished. “Are you dry?”

i shrug, “kind of.”

he exits the bathroom, “finish drying off, i’ll look for something for you to wear.”

a few moments later he returns, a pair of shorts in his hands and a t-shirt. “this is the best i can do. the shorts might not work, but i surely won’t complain if you only wear the shirt.”

i laugh and he hands me the clothes, wondering back into his room. i examine the clothes, basic in nature, but they’re his. i put them on excitedly, it all fitting very loosely, the shorts tightened and tied as tight as i could get them, but i think they’ll work.

when i walk out of the bathroom jungkook is slouched against his bed, shirtless and in a pair of sweats, and i believe this has to be the best day of my life, i feel so much joy. he spots me and grins. “cute.” my cheeks heat and i rush to his side to kiss him on the cheek. “i get to stay the night, right?”

he nods, taking a bite of a cookie, offering me one from the same pack. “i’m not tired yet so i’m gonna watch a movie, you can go to sleep though, if you want.”

i shake my head and take it upon myself to cuddle into him. he doesn’t do anything in response, simply letting me wrap myself cozily around him. “what movie?”

“iron man.” he grins cheekily and takes a bite of another cookie.

“iron man?” he nods, as if it was a known thing. “why iron man?”

he shrugs, “its my favorite movie.”

i nod, resting my head against him before allowing a smile to grow. “I’ve never seen it.”

“really?” he says surprised, “oh you’ll love it, its amazing.”

and he was right, i did love the movie. but not as much as i enjoyed putting him to bed like a child because he fell asleep with the pack of cookies open on the bed, and one in his hand. i finish the cookie in his hand and close the pack before setting it on his bedside table. after that i found the remote, turned the tv off, and threw the covers over both of us.

it didn’t take long for him to hold me back in his sleep. while a part of me was sad he only did it in his sleep, i was mostly just happy to be in his arms, drowsy and content.

he let me into his house. let me use his shower, make me smell like him, let me hug him for as long as i could, gave me his clothes to wear, watched his favorite movie with me, and fell asleep beside me.

he may have ignored me earlier today, but now i have to know. i run my fingers through his hair as he lightly snores away, “are you sure you’re not falling for me too, jungkook?”

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wowa thank u for reading!! i feel like i haven't ever given thanks for the surprising amount of appreciation and attention this series has given me. so here i am, saying thank you all who have made it this far and have shown appreciation in many forms, be it liking, reblogging, commenting, sending in asks or even dming me, thank you a million times! and as always, wishing you all a fantastic day! - ara <3

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omg ur so right i always forget duggy nd mari are bffs………. how do u think they met 👀👀👀

^^ ;; hi anon first i wanna say.... ty for the ask.. ever since standing up for dugout ive been getting harrassed big time and im scared to look at my inbox.... glad i did tho ;;;

how did they meet? wellllll given the fact that they both made their debut about the same time, i Kinda think we have about Two options:

they were longtime besties, one came across 2 miraculouses and decided to share with the other? or

they met... in some way involving the miraculouses?? like.. ok hear me out...

Maya walks down the sidewalk at twilight, on her nightly walk to central park. Her headphones are on, a Dua Lipa song cheering her on as she walks alone in the not-so-dark.

The light pollution in New York City gets worse every year. She looks to the sky with disappointment.

...But, she catches sight of something. A shooting star? A meteor? She doesn’t know a lot about space, not quite the science type, but she knows it’s something.

As she walks, it’s hard to take her attention off the streaking beam of light... beams...? It’s splitting into two now. And as she grows closer to central park, she begins to get nervous.

That distant streak of light slowly becomes more than just a line across the sky. It’s- an orb? It’s coming closer, coming down.

Maya freezes in place, frozen, as she watches the light crash into the not-so-distance....

The crash of the light into central park sets of distant car alarms, cats yowling in fear. But the impact of the crash itself is the loudest of all.. after that, it’s just echoes of the reactions....

Maya, for a single moment, wonders if she should head home. Go to bed, pretend she never saw it.

... But then again, what a coincidence. She feels... giddy, deep down on the inside. This is something she’d never be able to pass up, right? Even not knowing what it is...

Maya ventures into central park. She weaves down the paved paths, through bushes and narrowly dodging stinky dog poop idiots left out.

And soon enough, she finds that light.

There’s a glowing crater in the Earth, still hot and fresh from the alien impact. ...Alien.. is that what this is? Maya wonders. She begins to approach, when she hears-

---

Another set of footsteps? Doug freezes. He’s not usually out this late, but... there was a lot on his mind. Grief, mostly. And he needed an evening jog to get it out.

He chased a falling star into central park, and now... there stands this girl. Did she.. come with the light? Little does he know, she wonders the same about him. But he can see the way she tenses when they spot one another. Doug blanches, stares wide-eyed at her, and then down, wide-eyed, at the hole in the dirt.

“....Ladies first,” Doug mumbles, backing down.

Maya laughs. Nervous, but pleasantly surprised. She slowly approaches the pit, and crouches down beside it...

She furrows her brow, looking at the goodies from outer space. Then she looks up at Doug.

“Wanna go 50/50?”

#mlb irl #gabby gabs #asks #cullykisser #NOT ship tho #mariquita #dugout #gabby drabbies #hehe <3 i didnt expect that tonight but it feels nice #kin memory? maybe not quite #but def inspired by some ^^ ;;;

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niiine · 2 years

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Scaramouche x Reader

I love the villain Scara. I love the Scara that is deprived of love, or power, of options. I love the Scara with hatred towards other people, towards the Shogun, towards Ei. I love the Scara that loathes everyone except you.

Hurt/Comfort

Slow love

Cursing

Gender neutral reader

Every time you look at his eyes, you can’t help but think that you’re right.

“Come on, you can’t do it alone. Let me come with you” you said, looking directly at his eyes— voice flat and cool. “I told you already, I will not.” He pushed pass you, slinging his baggage as he walked out of the door. “Don’t you need a right hand?”

He turned around just enough to face you, eyes boring holes unto yours, pleading for you to see how much of a good actor he is.

“I don’t need you”

A freezing chuckle escape your lips, Snezhnaya marking its teeth onto your being— “Liar”.

Your soft whisper wasn’t left unheard, but was ignored either way.

Sometimes you wonder, of years being so close with the sixth harbinger— if being able to talk to him normally without getting hurt can be considered as close—why is he still treating you like the first time you met. A meter away, with few lingering words, with occasional “Are you alright?” or “Are you hurt” when in a middle of a fight.

Your relationship with him is the kiss of the soft breeze in the lips of a flower. It’s not heavy, almost nothing significant, it’s almost non-existent— but it’s there, and somehow, it’s always there.

“Ahh, how long would it be before he come back again?” You thought as you accept defeat, walking towards your room in the headquarters.

A month, that’s how long. Scaramouche announces his return a month exactly after your exchange. The lad walking along the hallways, giving you a nod. A nod.

“You’re so fucking cold” You muttered, enough for him to hear.

“I am not. I’m used to it”

“Is that how you greet your best friend?”

Scaramouche looked at your eyes and your knees wobbles, he’ll really think you’re stupid if he finds out about your crush on him.

“We’re not”

Then why is it you’re so gentle?

“I never knew that night walks were your thing” Your voice echoes and Scaramouche finds his line of vision turning to you.

Why are you always following him? Why aren’t you tired of his antics? Why are you persistently annoying?

“Useless company is not my thing.” He whispers, his gaze leaving your form.

“Ouch.” you mockingly touch your chest, feigning hurt as you continuously walk towards his direction, you hear a silent tch but who cares?

“Received a new mission?” You started, and he responds with a nod. A tinge of discomfort in his features.

“Inazuma?” and once again, he bobbed his head.

You smiled, a comfortable —how unusual— enveloped the vicinity.

“You look like an idiot smiling like that” He’s staring.

“I am not an idiot.” You murmured, loving the silence more than his insults.

“You are. For trying to keep up with me”

It was silent, soft words falling as if he’s scared to be heard.

You look up, eyes darting to where you regret it the most.

Ahh, shit, shit, shit.

You met his eyes, the collision of bloody sunsets and clear skies. The turmoil of the galaxies.

I hate to see you.

“For trying to be with me”

The sentence he let go snapped you out of the midnight pandemonium.

It’s the fear of the two of you— to witness how weak he is.

Your heart can’t take to see how someone— whose eyes hold the universe— had given up the world

“I would do it.” You started, your (e/c) orbs never leaving his.

“In any lifetime, in any version of you- “ you paused, your confession at the tip of your tongue

“- I will love you. In a heartbeat”.

That Scaramouche never tell the truth.

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche genshin x reader #scaramouche genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin imapct #geshin impact

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bigbigjuiceman · 11 months

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Undertale Cyan:

The main idea is somewhat similar to Deltarune because of how Vanessa (the patience soul) and *You* work:

You’ll be kinda controlling Vanessa in a way you do to Kris in deltarune, she’s her own individual people and yet you cling onto her experience this world she lives in, but still don’t have full control despite your DT,

This will lead to Vanessa clearly visibly struggling for control (this will happen more often in genocide btw)

Other from that? Works mostly the same as UT with the ideas me and some of my friends had for armor traits

(“FEAR, CHARISMA,DEF, ATK”)

FEAR: Scares monsters away from you so you’ll get less encounters but people will be uncomfortable around you and your ACT choices will be less effective.

CHARISMA: Gets you more encounters because people wish to talk to you more but your ACT choices will be more effective.

(The more LV you get the higher your FEAR increases)

Some text options will sometimes change when you move on them, mostly to show that Vanessa’s words are being replaced with yours.

(Side note to help explain something: Undertale cyan is a odd thing. It’s what WOULD be the 2nd fallen soul being possessed by the DT soul, so frisk is the 2nd fallen now but with a Weaker DT soul or whatever.)

bonus bosses and mini bosses:

Red, who you can encounter in the Core by going off path and walking on an invisible bridge.

Bill, a neutral route encounter who you can only unlock after completing the pacifist route or getting enough dog coins.

(Fun fact: Bill is some weird 6'5 character that looks like Sans, I sorta made him as a Joke character. He doesn’t have most of the 'sans' abilities (he mostly has bones and goofy attacks) and he’s just some weird black n white skeleton that folks are uncomfortable around)

(He has an attack called 'Jessie bone' which is a bone with a red beanie which will chase you on a skateboard)

time to talk more about bill:

Bill, He’d probably be a character that you’d see throughout the story. Think about a funnier Monster kid, he’ll occasionally appear and mess with another character but mostly talk to you, hell sometimes you can even buy items from him or get a random item..

These can either be beneficial or dangerous! He could give you a ketchup bottle (heals 5hp and confuses whoever you’re going against) or straight up Whisky (heals -1HP and makes your movements slower, it also messes with narration).

(Maybe he’ll actually avoid you in Genocide Due to bill probably not being an idiot and knowing that you are definitely in the mood to kick his shit in.)

Bill will replace Toby in some parts, so he’ll steal papyrus’ attack and go “uh…meow?” before running out of there or something.

And he’ll just take the “Powerful Orb” after you unlock it and just hold it above you so you can’t reach it, since he like bullies Vanessa n all.

Extra Geno Fights: MTT’s Definitely going to give more of a fight, he’s got one last show so he’s going to make this one worth it, and This NEO fight will still have a “yellow soul” mode but it’ll work differently, you basically have to collect pellets or whatever to throw at projectiles but they can destroy several attacks in throw (just aim it good to get those combos)

Tori will actually fight back during Geno but still hold back a bit even though you’re a murderer

Papyrus giving giving it a bit more work in Geno while trying to make you stop, keeping his guard up as he tries to block your attacks while convince you to ease down (note: spare-killing him is an easy way to win, and he won’t ever kill you because he’s still trying to see you be better.)

Bonus Puzzle: The gauntlet of deadly terror actually works in Undertale Cyan and will initiate a one turn fight which will send each weapon into doing the random attack where it’s basically just a bullet hell attack that you have to dodge

Narrative/Chara stuff: The “Other one” is of course Chara who still occasionally narrates throughout this but Vanessa mainly does the narration instead.

Most of your LV EXP all of those STATS go to Vanessa too since you’re using her husk, so Chara won’t appear in the Geno ending and isn’t really really numbed to it because the LV not gong to Them as well, only Vanessa.

Undyne time:

Undyne’s spear attacks won’t send you into a annoying spear spam dodge encounter and instead will just do damage like in Deltarune

So on a normal neutral run you can fight basically the semi-undyning version of Undyne, right?

Well after Geno she’ll be more determined than the neutral run due to having déjà vu of you being a terrible person and just feeling like you’re not even human so

She’ll get closer to being Undyne the Undyne but still not there. Making for a tougher fight. (Again Undyne has incredibly specific déjà vu! Moreso than sans or most honestly- Probably due to DT.)

It’ll also match the Narration’s (Vanessa’s) text change from

“…?”

To after you do a geno run

“..Is this a second wind or just a dying breath?” Despite how this sounds evil, she’s moreso genuinely curious.

The reason this works is because the geno erase was well- it was a imperfect erase since the husk couldn’t help the soul, making it weaker as it slowly tried to get things bad to “normal.” A weird reset.

Flowey:

In the omega flowey It’s not only the SOULs that finish him off but also YOU!

Y’know how the final is? The actual final will be like after that but he’ll only be able to do his basic Flowey attacks as you do a TON of damage (like normal)

He’ll be shouting about “he’s the god of this world!” And “I can’t give up like THAT!”

I was planing on making a little Flowey fight for genocide, he doesn’t get enough time to get to the souls so he’s forced to fight you on his own, the reason he would fight you is because you’d be 'less Chara like' with Vanessa being the main source of narration and it being mostly *her* husk n all.

The fight would be like that one 'save goatbro' Fan made fight but y’know-

Depressed

An attack idea I had to make it semi-newer was to use the echo flowers actually,

(Undertale the musical from RECD gave me that idea)

It’s attack where the echo flowers either echo past attack 'patterns' of monsters you’ve fought but with flowey’s bullets or their words would shoot at you like the perseverance soul’s part in the omega flowey fight.

Consequences: The Genocide run ends with Vanessa attempting to separate herself from you as you try to erase the world, causing an 'improper erase' instead, which is semi like a reset.

The consequences for the genocide is the Fear factor to be higher around you (Vanessa gives a semi unsettling vibe), narration changes for both neutral and pacifist (as shown with Undyne).

The 'friend group photo' will also end up the same with the faces being scribbled out, but Vanessa won’t be making an evil face or anything but instead her face will be scribbled out too and 'we don’t deserve this ending' will be written in the top right corner to show Vanessa’s disgust towards you and herself after the geno run (mass murder sorta effects a child, who knew?)

The pacifist route will come with consequences for if you try to do a geno or neutral route, like Vanessa actively doing less damage or hesitating when attacking a monster due to her not wanting to kill all of the people she was just friends with no so long ago.

Loot idea: Defeating bosses in an either aggressive or peaceful way can unlock you special items, a good example of this is with papyrus:

Completing a fight with him through sparing him can unlock you the 'COOL DUDE' Scarf which gives you

+2 Speed

+1 ATK

+5 DEF

-5 FEAR

+12 CHARISMA

While if you kill him you’ll get the 'Torn Scarf.' Which gives you

+1 Speed

+2 ATK

+0 DEF

+12 FEAR

-5 CHARISMA

(Undyne will do extra damage to you and KR lasts longer.)

Bonus:

The 'Gaster Room' will scare the ever living hell out of Vanessa, making her panic and try to constantly move away from him as you try to push her closer to him, and if you manage to actually make her actually get to the mystery man then he’ll just disappear and she’ll collapse for a moment, taking a moment to breathe before getting up and rushing out of that room.

If Vanessa's inventory isn't full, after leaving the Gaster room once you touched Gaster, a "Hand" item will appear.

Item *Info:*

My hand itches...

Item: *Use*

"You claw at the back of your hand for a moment. You accidentally make yourself bleed." -1 HP.

(It's only in that one corridor when you leave the G room though. Leave the corridor and "Hand" will go away.)

Bonus part two:

If you go to Bill after encountering the Gaster room, he’ll give Vanessa the 'deal maker glasses' (Spamton’s drip) which will trigger some new attacks in the MTT fight which are similar to Spamton’s attacks.

Fun facts:

Fun fact: Vanessa will refuse to let you flirt with Undyne! If you try to do that spear flirt thing she’ll legit move it away and make it point at the tea.

(Because like: Vanessa’s a 9 - 11 year old girl who’s like “Ewwww I wouldn’t kiss a fish or something that’s weird, you’re weird.”)

Fun fact: Vanessa doesn’t actually like the other options as much as the tea, so choosing tea will make Undyne note on how you’re smiling

Fun fact: If you try to equip the cloudy glasses then Vanessa will actually just clean them to make them just 'glasses'

Fun fact: Wearing the glasses in the MTT Q&A will actually cause the letters Alphys makes to be highlighted.

Fun fact: if you have the Tough gloves or Manly Bandana equipment during undyne’s cooking lesson then Vanessa will be much more willing to do the aggressive cooking options like punching the tomato n all.

Fun fact: Vanessa will describe the dull knife as "nostalgic" when you ask her to describe it.

Fun fact: Vanessa will genuinely be scared of Asgore, showing hesitation to even enter the barrier or start the fight.

Fun fact: If you mention Bill around Sans, Sans will show visible discomfort and recommend you stay away from Bill.

Fun fact: if you mention Bill around Papyrus, Papyrus will wonder if he’s even supposed to be allowed around children

Fun fact: if you mention Bill around Undyne, Undyne Will basically just say "keep away from that creepy hillbilly."

And finally, here’s Vanessa’s design.

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froqgy · 1 year

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tunic.

(we had to do a lot of this.)

chapter 482995939: there were issues

so... going around and collecting manual pieces and chests and what not. it ended up being pretty difficult to find my way into each of the locations with the hero graves.. the paths to get there were changed somewhat as a lot of paths were blocked.. getting to the east forest required either realizing you can zip over to the broken pieces of stone and/or remembering it had a teleportion pad over yonder. i still haven't found the last hero grave.... i dont remember where it is... anyways, going to the library was funny, roger translated what the librarian said and they asked if i came to gloat and called me an idiot.

pov you are little hater.

but they also talked about my options so it seemed like there are two endings.. one to defeat the heir and the other to... well.. we'll get to that.

my.. what is this giant floating crystal that is surely worth a lot money... what an awesome find.

going to the siege engine was a similar experience.. who would win? one massive spider like mecha or one small fox.

random note but i can't believe the magic orb was a representation of a tentacled beast this whole time.. i only realized it seeing the page manual of the scary robots and seeing the sketch on the frog domain's page... i dont want to fight that......

going to the quarry was a little scary with the sea of pink harmful scary purple... i went inside and found that purple had overtaken the area.. sad.. there's no way past it, guess i'll go back-

^ i screamed (as loud as im allowed to) when i saw it. then i killed it after a couple tries.. what a freak. ALSO i focused on something in the pink ocean.. is there something lurking in there.. but it was a specific corner to see it so maybe it was something im the previous map or a bug.. maybe.... hopefully not a bug. as in a bug bug. yknow.

okay so i talked about a lot of progress. Where did the issues come... well i misjudged the bit timing, and i want this to be its own section so next time we'll get into the puzzles.

#tunic lb

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disastardly · 11 months

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Find the Word Tag

Got tagged by @j-1173, thanks so much!

Before we get too deep under the cut, I’m gonna no-pressure tag @eriquin @greenlikethesea @stargyles @serpentinegraphite and @anniebass with the words growl, anticipation, breeze, sweet, and gasp.

Rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

My words are big, beautiful, brown, bed, back. Let’s goooooo!

Big (this one came up 102 times!)

“The big idiot lives!” Vida shouted, cackling to herself as Nick gave her a light punch to the arm in return. Madison shifted up against Nick’s side, squealing as Chip leaned on her hair to wriggle around to Nick’s other side, fleeing the playful pinches Xander was doling out.

Beautiful

The sky in this dimension was beautiful. Functionally, it was probably the same as her sky, but it just seemed so alive here, swirling with radiant magical energies just beyond sight. Maybe it was the Ranger Power, maybe it was the multiple blows to the head she’d taken at this point. Madison couldn’t be sure of anything right now.

Brown

Galloping hooves, that’s what the sound was, near, nearer, nearly on them. Nick’s heart caught in his throat, eyes caught on mischievous brown, and then–

An unnatural whinny, resonating between his ribs.

Galeforce wind, flattening the bonfire down to nothing.

A crack of lightning, distant thunder.

Two orbs, pure inferno.

A scream.

Bed

“I–” He struggled to get the words out, lips cracked and throat undoubtedly sore. Clare surged to his side, offering him a cup of cool water. Slowly, he pushed up to his elbows and took the cup with a grateful nod. He drank in concerted gulps until the cup was empty, and collapsed back into the bed. “I’m sorry.” His eyes were more focused now, but would not meet hers.

Black

“Damned Ignan wizards,” Morticon growled through clenched, yellowing teeth. Tearing and rending flesh as he turned, his hand wrapping around the blade with enough force to draw… not blood, but some black ichor, thick and shiny, like motor oil. With a quick twist, he wrenched the blade from Nick’s hands, slicing his own innards in the process, and kicked the Phoenix to the side with such incredible force, Nick saw stars as he met the ground. A sickening squelch and the sword clattered down next to them.

#writeblr #tag game #wip: ascendant #fanfiction #Power Rangers Mystic Force #power rangers

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seventhstrife · 2 years

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Had this thought and its too funny not to share:

Reggie vs Altair , whos more overprotective? Altair “i looked into the Future to make a gun to kill the man who murdered my family“ Or Reggie ”i shot a goddamn rocket launcher at the woman who near crippled my entire tribe because she threatened my brother.”

And later both of them bond over how much trouble thier respective family gets into.

I feel like Reggie comes across as more obviously protective??? while altair is the type to play the long game to get ABSOLUTE REVENGE lol

like, Reggie would hear some shit about his brother in trouble or some idiot harassing him and he'd be like:

Altair on the other hand, well, we already know that pondering the orb for so long gave him the skills to craft a gun centuries ahead of time, so like...the sky's the limit LOL he's very creative

but also he does shit like this out in the open sO:

like, technically this is a canon scene. think about that. altair flying at someone because he WANTS them to see death coming. he's just Like That™ LOL

but yeah, he and Reggie would get along fine. he'd hear the rocket launcher story and be like, 'yes, that was the Right and Correct thing to do, what other option did you have?'

I love them both 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

#kingbob #asks #replies

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imagines-ouran · 3 years

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hikaru was beautiful. utterly perfect it seemed, the way his smile seemed to reach his eyes when he laughed, how infectious it had a tendancy to be. and when he glanced towards your seat placed right beside him, just to see if you too had found the same joke funny, your heart seemed to flutter inside of your chest. you wondered if he could see through your facade, if he could see the feelings you had buried deep down inside for so long.

how could he not? you knew you had managed to hide them pretty well, not wanting to jeopardize this friendship you had cherished more than most. maybe he had noticed, choosing to ignore said feelings due to his disinterest in you. or maybe he really was just that oblivious.

his arm draped around your shoulders as he continued bantering with your other classmates, attempting to hide the obvious surge of heat that had made its way to your face, slightly averting your gaze to anywhere but him.

this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. you had become used to his small displays of affection, friendly and frequent. he was comfortable around you— too comfortable it seemed. although it really should make you feel somewhat special. after all, not everyone had the pleasure of being as close to the twins as you did, as close to him as you did. but instead, it left an uneasy feeling inside of you.

he didn’t seem nervous or fidgety. come to think of it, he never appeared to be unsure of himself around you in the slightest. and when he goes to ruffle your hair after you’re caught zoning out, not even the faintest blush could be spotted on his face.

“hey, you alright?”

eyes darting up to meet his, a small smile crept along his face, though a bit of concern seemed masked behind it. you kept your eyes glued to his for only a moment before responding, mentally urging yourself not to get lost in those hazel orbs of his.

“yeah, I’m fine. just a bit tired is all.”

you laughed, taking note of how close your faces appeared to be. did friends get this close to each other? you could have sworn that if you had leaned in just a little bit closer, you could kiss him. you mindlessly glanced down at his lips.

shit, that was obvious.

shifting your gaze back up to meet his, anxiety started to consume you. it didn’t help that his face was now expressionless. silence erupted between you two, causing those few seconds to feel like an eternity.

his face dropped, eyebrows pinched. a displeased smile was now visible as he removed the arm he had slung around your shoulders, using both hands to pinch your cheeks.

“idiot. I can tell when you’re lying.”

a whine escaped your lips, eyes shut as you attempted to remove the hands nipping at your cheeks. the more you struggled, the more he tugged.

“I’m no mind reader, you know.” he groaned, still tugging on you like a child. “if there’s something on your mind, you have to tell me.”

pouting, you avert your gaze from his.

“I can’t.”

immediately halting the tug of war you two were taking part in, a perplexed look surfaced across his face.

“why?” releasing his hands, his eyes were now tentatively locked onto yours, cocking his head in confusion as he anxiously awaited some sort of reasonable answer. “thought you could tell me anything.”

you sat there, torn between opening your mouth to convey the truth or staying silent. either option seemed horrid, but simply remaining silent didn’t leave your stomach in knots like the latter did. watching as hikaru continuously shifted his gaze between you and the hands he had settled in his lap, a light sigh ensued.

“It’s nothing worth discussing, really.” chuckling, you reached for your bag, the clock on the wall making it apparent the day had finally come to an end. “I promise, it’s nothing.”

how could you tell him? that you’re so hopelessly into him that it’s downright embarrassing? not a chance. maybe another day, but definitely not today.

he pursed his lips, a sheepish smile slowly transcending from ear to ear, the blank stare he had on display a moment ago having been replaced with.. that. a smile that appeared innocent enough on the outside, but his eyes told a different story. there was a glint in them, almost teasing you.

what the hell was that look?

slightly shifting in your chair, you broke eye contact with him. you felt a bit awkward— exposed even, which was baffling in itself. you wanted him to look away, to adjust his attention onto anything but you. but to no avail, he continued on, almost as if he knew something that you hadn’t.

to say the least, it made you very uncomfortable.

“what is it?” you asked bluntly, your nerves almost getting the best of you as you stood from your chair. your legs felt weak, your heart bursting due to the anticipation. the lack of response was deafening.

turning to grab his belongings, he rose from his chair, eyes glued to his tall frame as he approached you, stopping short of only a few inches before you. you could have sworn that sheepish smile had now faded, having altered into more of a roguish smirk. it was utterly vexing.

eyes currently fixed on yours, they drifted down to meet your lips. and in one swift motion, he leaned his head into the crook of your neck, hot breath against your skin as his raspy voice cooed in your ear.

“don’t worry about it, it’s nothing worth discussing, right?”

#just a little drabble I impulsively wrote #hope it’s alright ◡̈#ohshc hikaru #hikaru hitachiin #ohshc #ouran #ouran host club #ouran high school host club #ouran koukou host club #ouran imagines #hikaru x reader #hikaru hitachiin x reader

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honeytae · 3 years

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No cream, no sugar.

hey bubs! i’m back with some ultra fluff :) honestly i don’t even know what this is, but i just really want a nice little coffee date with min yoongi....and that’s all. soft and shy college!yoon makes the reader swoon over him (obviously) and they just have a nice little first meeting here. i hope you all enjoy! tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: fluff (college! au) word count: 2.2k

The warm air of the cafe embraced you when you stepped inside, bell chiming over your head as your shoulders loosened at the familiar scent of frosted pastries and hot coffee. Scanning the empty tables, you breathed a sigh of relief, knowing you’d be able to get your work done in peace without any loud acquaintances bugging you.

You’d already tried the library, and that had been enough of a disaster for the few minutes you stayed.

Quickly shuffling over to the counter, you readjusted the strap of your bag, guiding it back up your sore shoulder as you quickly rambled off your coffee order.

Ugh, these books are heavy.

You graciously smiled once the barista set your cup down on the counter, thanking her with a nod before making your way to a vacant table across the room.

You weren’t one to typically do your schoolwork anywhere but the desk placed beside your bed. However, with the way your roommates had been bickering lately, you hadn’t been able to get a thing done there. And since the library was always full of guys obnoxiously trying to pounce on every living breathing female, that wasn’t exactly an option either.

Pulling out your textbook, you set it on the table with a huff, dread filling you at the dizzying words and numbers on the page. Taking a breath, you rolled your shoulders back in an attempt to calm yourself before tugging your notebook out of your bag and heading a title for your notes.

You were four pages in before you heard the bell chime to indicate another customer entering, a slight feeling of disappointment filling you at the thought of anybody coming in to disturb the peace you’d built before the feeling seemed to vanish at once, instead replaced with a slight giddiness at the man who’d just stepped into the building.

Min Yoongi.

You knew of him, but not much. You knew that he stayed away from parties, he lived off-campus and seemed to just stick to his own thing.

Most importantly, you knew there was no need to worry about him since he was so quiet himself. In fact, he seemed to dodge any kind of unnecessary social interaction, so he’d probably be taking off with his coffee in a matter of minutes.

Logistically, that’s all you knew about him. But you also knew he was super cute, and you had a definite budding crush on him.

Deep brown eyes peeked out from underneath his beanie, dark hair swept over his forehead occasionally shifting to cover his irises, to which his nimble fingers almost immediately brushed the strands aside.

The apples of his cheeks moved along with his mouth as he mumbled an order you couldn’t quite hear, causing you to lean a bit further onto your elbow in order to hopefully hear the next thing he said.

He had pale skin, a stark contrast to the dark hair color he was sporting, but his cheeks were a soft glow of pink, lips pouted slightly as he patiently waited for the barista to make his coffee.

You knew it was rude to stare, but christ, you swore he was the prettiest human you’d ever seen. He had effortlessly put you in a trance.

Seeming to sense your eyes on him, the man turned to you, briefly catching your eyes before you diverted them back to your work on the table.

Way to go, idiot.

You swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest with the knowledge that you’d been caught red handed, cheeks burning as you clutched onto your pencil.

Scribbling down a few random loops, you tried your hardest to act occupied, only halting your actions when you heard footsteps approaching your table.

Peeking to the side, you confirmed that there were a pair of roughed-up sneakers beside the legs of your table, eyes trailing up the torn pair of jeans and oversized hoodie adorning the figure to meet his dreamy chocolate orbs.

“Hi,” Yoongi smiled, holding up a little white pastry bag, “I saw you eyeing the display case so I just, picked up a few things since you look kind of busy.” He said shyly, offering it out to you with a slanted grin.

Your eyes quickly shifted to the display case behind him, realizing that when you were staring at him, you could in fact pass it off as looking at the display case. Whether he genuinely thought that or not, you had no idea.

“Oh, thank you.” You smiled back, hand brushing his for a moment as he transferred the bag to you. His fingers were warm, touch electrifying, causing your chest to erupt in butterflies as you now clutched the bag.

His other hand held a lidded coffee cup, steam rising from the small mouth hole at the top.

Peeking into the bag, you noticed multiple pastries stacked inside, grinning at the variety he had chosen.

“Uh, Yoongi,” you spoke up, watching his eyebrows raise in surprise. Did he not know you knew his name? Did he even know your name?

“Do you want some? I mean, I can’t eat all this myself so,” You found yourself stumbling for an explanation, immediately relaxing when he easily nodded with a smile of his own.

“Sure. I skipped breakfast anyway, so,” he shrugged, you nodding in encouragement as he lowered himself down into the chair across the high top table from you.

Pushing your notebook aside, you opened the bag of pastries, spreading them out atop the paper material with a raise of your brows.

“These look really fucking good.” You said without thinking, covering your mouth with a muffled noise as you realized you’d sworn.

Yoongi, to your surprise, broke out into a full-on grin, shoulders shaking in a quiet chuckle as he switched his gaze to the pastries you’d laid out.

“They do.” He agreed, smile fading as he slid back into his cool demeanor.

You were instantly captivated by the man, the way his face melted into a smile, the way the apples of his cheeks pushed up and made his eyes wrinkle slightly, the sparkle in his orbs.

Clearing your throat, you drew his attention again, properly introducing yourself with a murmur of your name. You nearly passed out in your chair as the man chuckled again, eyes glittering at you as he nodded in response.

“I know you.” He smiled, taking you by surprise as your shoulders eased slightly. It was nice to know he wasn’t laughing at you, at least not in a mean way.

“We had some classes together last semester, right?” He asked, raising his eyebrows for you to confirm as he held a glazed danish in his left hand.

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded, surprised he remembered as you watched him munch on the treat.

You watched as his eyes pointed out the window, studying his beautiful side profile as his cheek filled adorably with the danish in his hand.

His eyelashes fanned out in front of him, blinking every few moments as his orbs flitted over the street outside. The slope of his nose was perfect, a round end meeting his pout that seemed to lift a bit at whatever he was looking at outside.

Realizing you were being completely rude with all your staring, you shifted your attention to the notes on the edge of the table, scanning them with only the sound of clinking of dishes from the kitchen in the background.

The man didn’t seem to be one for conversation, which was not entirely a shock to you. The silence was surprisingly comfortable though, which was a shock to you. Both of you nonchalantly munched on pastries, your gaze fixated on your work as you tried to take in all the information you’d read up on over the past hour.

“You taking Stats this year?”

His soft voice interrupted the silence, causing you to glance up to see his own eyes pointed at your notebook, squinting at the figures to make them out from his upside-down angle.

“Yeah,” you nodded, then sighed, “sadly.”

Yoongi’s lips quirked a bit at that, smile lasting a bit longer than the last one as he leaned over further to check out your notes. The action caused a wave of his cologne to hit your nostrils, a sweet herbal smell mixed with the cotton scent of his detergent.

It fit the man so well, his shy yet soft demeanor being as comforting as the spray he’d put on his neck this morning.

“God, I remember that.” He seemed to say to himself before leaning back in his chair, hands holding his coffee secure on the tabletop.

“It’s horrible. Not that Doctor O. is any help.” You mumbled, face lighting up slightly at the sound of Yoongi’s chuckle again.

“Yeah, he sucks.” He agreed, taking a sip of his coffee as he seemed to internally debate his next words.

“If you ever, uh,” He stumbled, frowning before he tried again, “if you ever need any help, I’ve taken that course before, so,” He offered with a shrug of his shoulders, so casually shy about the extension for help that you nearly pouted at the endearing man.

“Thank you.” You smiled, the man nodding politely as he watched you tap the eraser end of your pencil against the table, your actions pausing as you realized he was tuned into it.

“Sorry.” You chuckled, the man shaking his head to dismiss your apology with a small grin.

Reaching for your iced latte, you sipped the cold liquid from the straw, frowning slightly at the cup when you realized it was nearly gone.

“You’re fine.” His teeth shone at you, eyes filled with something mirroring endearment as they traced over your features. You felt flustered under his gaze, diverting your eyes to the coffee cup in his hand and gesturing to it.

“What’d you get?” You asked, the man’s own eyes shifting to the cup before he raised it in front of his face.

“Just coffee.” He responded, causing you to tip your head at him in confusion.

“No cream, no sugar.” He elaborated, causing your face to twist in disgust, Yoongi’s face lighting up at your reaction.

“What’s that for?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement, another smile greeting you as you chuckled in response, raising your eyebrows back at him.

“I think I’d rather take ten more years of Doctor O’s class than drink a single sip of plain black coffee.” You grimaced, Yoongi’s laugh causing your face to crinkle into another smile as you bit into one of the doughnuts he’d brought for you.

The conversation flowed with ease after that.

You discussed all the biggest campus scandals, rolled your eyes about all the same teachers, laughed about the one time Yoongi had gone to a party and ended up having to carry his two abliterated best friends home.

“That scene isn’t really for me.” He followed the story up with, making you nod in understanding as you waited for him to talk more.

You talked about your hobbies, finding out that you actually did have a lot in common. You both wrote in your free time, loved sleep, and were just trying to make it.

You were both broke college students, working multiple jobs to keep up with the cost of your educations. He picked up any hours he could get at a bookstore just down the road, which made you feel warm and fuzzy while imagining him in that position.

It was another thing that fit perfectly, the vision of him in a calm and quiet bookstore surrounded by endless shelves of novels.

He liked to read, he said, but he didn’t have much free time nowadays to read anything other than his textbooks. You sighed in agreement then, feeling a reprieve from trying to act as if you weren’t buried shoulders high in work to get your degree.

You felt a peculiar sense of comfort with Yoongi despite this being your first conversation, his voice gentle and thoughts genuinely intriguing as you’d not heard him speak much before today.

Suddenly, the man seemed to remember something as he moved to retrieve his cell phone from his pocket, squinting at the screen under the table.

“Oh shit, I have to go. 5 o’clock lecture.” He muttered as he looked at the time on his phone, tone sounding slightly disappointed as he shoved the device back in his pocket.

You watched as he took your pencil between his fingers, clutching it to scribble a small set of numbers at the top of your notes.

“If you ever need help, or, just want to talk shit about Doctor O.” He explained with another shrug, placing the pencil down in its previous spot on your notebook as you smiled in response.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” You said, the man picking his almost empty coffee cup off the table with a slanted smile, your eyes remaining on him as he stood from his seat.

“I look forward to our next coffee shop shit-talking.” You leaned on the heels of your palms to look up at him, the man humming with a small grin.

“Me too. Same time next week?” He smirked, erupting into a smile when you agreed.

“See you then.”

Hiding your smile behind your hand, you watched as he waddled cutely toward the exit, pushing his shoulder against the door and sending a final smile and wave your way as he exited the cafe.

Perhaps you had some fond feelings for Min Yoongi.

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chili-aux · 3 years

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nocturnal silence

Summary:

Levi knew that only his silence and his company are enough to soothe Hange - and he did just that.

After all, he just needs to be there, just needs to be there for them, for his Hange.

Crossposting: AO3

It was a quiet night.

Levi trudged silently in the hallway of the Survey Corps’ headquarters, footsteps stealthy on the wooden ground. His expression is blank, emotionless with eyes darted forward. He followed the dim lighting delivered by the moon that seemed to trail behind him like a dancing luminescent shadow.

However, as he turned, the moonlight disappeared, replaced immediately by the flickering graceful movement of fire sitting on the hallway torches. But his steps, despite the unnerving pain on his injured leg, were determined to reach the end of this journey.

And after minutes ticked by, he did reach it. He stood in front of the door he knew so well. Each carved on its wood, each scratch on the knob, every moment he opened this door, he memorized and remembered it all.

But his hand did not dare to hold and turn it open like he used to. Instead, he plopped down on the floor, elbows propped on his knees, with his back relaxed safely on the door. His solemn eyes stared at the ceiling for minutes, words gradually gathering at the tip of his tongue.

And as he sighed and closed his eyes to feel the darkness, he started. “You’re there, right?” His chest clenched, almost in pain. “Hange.”

It was a quiet night.

And indeed it was as he did not receive any response, but he waited, and continuously waited. He is certain they were inside. He can feel them, palpably so. He almost wants to get up, but he prevents that urge to enter the room and pull them into his arms, to feel their warmth and whisper words that he wants to plant in their somber mind.

But that can wait, he thought. He just needs to be there, just needs to be there for them, for his Hange.

However, he cannot lie to himself forever when he almost smiled upon hearing a shuffle inside. It was brief, surely, he would miss it if he wasn’t paying keen attention. Then he heard a thump just behind the door, and his heart fluttered to the sound of the voice he misses so much.

“Levi…” Hange weakly began with a sniffle. “Why are you here?”

‘Why wouldn’t I be here?’ Levi thought. Instead of voicing it out, he gulped the lump that formed in his throat and briefly said, “Talk.”

He can imagine their gorgeous teary eyes widening in surprise, on how they would purse their lips as they succumbed to their loud thoughts, on how they will take a deep breath while deciding on their response. Then, after weighing the options, they will respond courageously, albeit weaker than they usually were.

“What is there to talk about?” Hange replied. “There’s nothing that we can talk about, especially if they were already gone, Levi.”

Despite the hurt he is feeling, he did not respond, knowing full well that he took the right step to make them talk. He would just sit here and listen, and would not even interrupt them.

After all, he just needs to be there, just needs to be there for them, for his Hange.

“No talk can take them back, do you hear me?! They’re dead! Nanaba is dead! Lynne is dead! Henning is dead! Gelgar is dead! And even if we do not know his fucking whereabouts, I know in my heart that…” Hange crumbled in frantic cries. “Mike is dead…”

He shivered as he heard their loud and painful sobs. Tears brimmed in his eyes, filling the lids but never once falling. His fists have clenched as Hange screamed, but still, he lets them be in their mess of emotions. He lets them pour all the frustrations out that he also has, but cannot release. He is just there, with his mouth shut and ears only listening.

It was a quiet night.

And his silence is what his Hange needs.

However, they also quietened after a minute. He can hear their ragged breath, almost coughing because of their painful screams. He can hear them sitting back up, savoring their weak sigh as they lean their head on the door.

“Levi…” Hange called.

“Hmm?”

“You might die…”

“Yes.”

“I might die…”

“Y-yeah…” Fuck, no. I won’t let you die.

“This world is fucked up…”

“Yeah…” It is.

Hange stayed silent for the next few moments. Levi did not dare say anything after that, quite occupied in erasing the thought that his Hange might disappear from him, too. He could not have that, could not imagine the world where he cannot see their smile, hear their lovely laugh, cannot spend the night in their room just listening to them ramble about their scientific interests.

Levi loves silence, but just thinking about a world without his Hange, it would just be full of quiet nights. And as petty as it was, he might abhor silence because of that.

Then there’s a creak behind him that if his reflex was not fast enough, he might stumble back. However, he let it pass as he turned to look at the person he longed to hold.

His Hange.

They looked like, for the lack of a better word, a mess. Their hair was tousled in a bun, blushing cheeks painted with drying streaks of tears, nose clogged and sniffing, and eyes reddish from their crying. As Hange sat there while another tear fell from their eye, Levi turned fully to look at them. And right then and there, Levi cannot help but think that they are indeed a beautiful mess. His beautiful mess

Then their eyes locked. They drown in each other’s orbs, savoring and memorizing every flinch, every little twitch, every part of the other’s face. They basked in the silence, in the comfort of their soft stares. Then Hange’s eyes broadened as Levi motioned them to come closer.

“What are you doing?” Hange tilted their head in wonder.

“Come here.”

They obliged after a few seconds, inching to where Levi is but the crossed distance is not enough for the man, apparently. He opened his arms, tapping his thigh with one of his hands. Hange blinked before the realization of dawn, and without further ado, they plunked down on his lap, hugging him tightly in their arms.

It was a quiet night.

Well, not so quiet as Levi basked in the snuffles from Hange. He savored in the gentle brush of their breath against his skin, in the feel of their nose lightly touching the crook of his neck. When he snaked his arms around Hange’s waist, he smiled softly, caressing their back to say that he is here, that he will be there for them no matter what.

“Hange…” He muttered while cascading his fingers on their hair that, surprisingly, was soft and smooth. He did not make a comment about it, instead, he pulled them even closer. “Do you want to sleep now?”

Hange only tightened their hold around him, “No, you will leave me after I fall asleep. So, no.” They firmly said.

Levi chuckled in their ears. “No, idiot. I’ll stay here for the night.”

“You will?” Hange asked, the joy evident in their voice.

Levi nodded. “I’ll take you to bed now, okay?”

“Wait, isn’t your leg injured? Why are you here?”

“Is that even important? Besides, it’s not that painful now. Don’t worry about it.”

“Fine. If you say so.” Hange retorted with a smile stretching their lips.

After fixing them up in his hold, he stood up and carried them swiftly. He then entered their room, closing it immediately with one kick. Despite the absence of fiery light, Levi expertly maneuvered in their room, like seemingly saying that he knows them, absolutely so.

It was a quiet night.

As he reached the bed, he let them go, allowing them to lie on their back comfortably on the bed cushion. Levi hovered above them, both of his hands placed on both sides of their head. They stared at each other once more, soft smiles painted on their lips.

No words were spoken, only the shuffle from their movement occupied the room. Levi leaned down, sticking his forehead against Hange’s. Then with both of their eyes closed, he said, “Mike will be happy to see us like this.”

Hange masked the pain they felt by a light chuckle, “Hmm. Bet he’d shout “Final fucking Ly!” at the top of his lungs, because damn yes, we’re finally dating after all these years. Oh, and Nanaba will force me to go to the market to buy fashionable clothes because she wants me to go on a date with you.”

“Well, wouldn’t that be great?” Levi retorted as he lied down beside them, signaling them to come inside his arms that they instantly obliged. “I bet my squad, your squad, and Mike’s squad will tease us nonstop if we ever did. Just imagining the chaos makes me annoyed.”

“Annoyed? Annoyed but will enjoy the teasing nonetheless. You cannot fool me, mister.” They poked his cheek, which he just snatched by his hand and intertwined them in a tender grip.

“Of course.” Levi put the loose strand of their bangs to their ear. “What about Erwin?”

“Oh yes! I think your squad will bribe him to allow them to celebrate our newfound relationship or something. Hmm, then he will give them the budget and will even incorporate ideas just to make it successful. But they wouldn’t say that they are preparing something because they know you. You would not want that.

“On point. A score for you, four-eyes.”

Then they fell silent. Levi spent the next few seconds combing their hair, while Hange moved nearer to his tempering heat.

It was a quiet night.

Comfortable, soothing even, until it did not.

Suddenly, Hange gripped his shirt. “Levi…”

“Yes?”

“Do you think they are in a better place now?” Hange’s words were muffled as they buried their face on his chest. Continuing, “Mike, Nanaba, Lynne, Henning, Gelgar? Your squad, Petra, Ulou, Eld, Gunther? Your siblings, Isabel and Furlan? And our comrades that sacrificed their lives?”

“Yeah. I think they are… They must be.”

“Hmm… Glad to hear that…” Hange groggily said before succumbing into a deep slumber.

Levi looked down at their sleeping figure, marveling at their lovely face. His fingers tenderly touched their cheek, before leaning down and planting a soft kiss on their temple.

“Even if you won’t ask,” He muttered, “I’m in a better place, too, my Hange.”

It was a quiet night.

Hange is tucked safely in his arms, sleeping the night and exasperations away.

And his last thought before closing his eyes was that he would not mind spending this type of solemn night, as long as his Hange is by his side.

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