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petri808 · 3 years
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If you're open for nalu requests, can you write a smut fic where nalu goes to a lingerie store because lucy wants to try on some lingerie and natsu ends up getting aroused? But if you can't it's fine just ignore this ask😊
Hi Nony, this is the last request I’ll do. Decided to save this for @thenaluarchive Sinfully Nalu event Mirror prompt. What did Lucy expect by dragging Natsu lingerie shopping?
“I’ve just got one more stop to make.” Lucy pointed towards the other side of the mall.
“Ugh…” Natsu’s shoulders dropped, “but we’ve been here for 2 hours already, Lucy, and I’m getting hungry.”
“I’ll spring for lunch. Anything you want.”
“I’m holding you to it,” he grumbled, but allowed her to pull him forward.
Natsu knew the mall well enough to know that the section they were heading towards were mostly women’s clothing stores— definitely not where he wanted to be. All these fancy clothes, and accessories, and… stuff that his girlfriend loved to wear. Sure, he didn’t complain cause it made her happy, he just didn’t wanna shop for it. Forever twenty something, Cache or Channel— whatever, “oh, uh-uh, no way,” he jerked them to a halt. “I ain’t going in there.”
“It’s just Victoria’s Secret.”
“Well Victoria can keep her secret. Lucy you’re crazy if you think I’m going in a women’s lingerie store!”
Lucy turned to face, then grabbed both of Natsu’s hands, holding them together close to her chest. “Please,” her eyes begged. “I need you to tell me what you think will be nice on me.”
Thinking about his girl, in lingerie, while standing in a mall was *not* the image Natsu wanted conjuring in his mind. But between the soft, puppy-dog expression, and her whimpering pleading— he was powerless to turn Lucy down. He sighed with a whine. “Fine. I’ll go.”
“Yay!” She giggled, kissed his cheek, and took his hand again, entwining their fingers together. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”
Yeah, uh-huh, right… Painless.
As they walked down the rows and racks of lingerie, Natsu hummed in his head as a distraction. Bras, panties. Low cut, high cut, thongs, g-strings. Sets, individual pieces. Lace, satin, cotton. So many choices! He let the colors blend in his vision, the scents of brand-new clothing mixed with perfumes sold, or miscellaneous accessories. How do women pick anything when there’s so many options? Give him a t-shirt and jeans and he was good to go.
Every so many picks, Lucy would ask his opinion. ‘Yeah, that’s nice. No, that looks itchy. I like that color. Eww, it doesn’t match you.’ Finding her size in the styles she wanted wasn’t always easy, but after 30 minutes, Lucy had half a dozen or so items to try on. So, they head towards the fitting rooms.
Natsu stopped in front of the doors, and readied himself to stand around and wait—
“You’re coming in with me.” Lucy tugged on his hand. “I need your final opinion.”
Up until now, Natsu had managed to avoid thinking about anything even remotely related to sex, but now?! “Uh-uh, no way!”
“Please…” Lucy turned on the pouty lip-action and puppy-dog eyes again. “It’s not like you won’t see me in them later.”
Natsu gulped hard as the naughty images were unlocked. “Are you trying to kill me in public?”
“Pfft, no,” she giggled. “Stop exaggerating this.”
‘You have no idea, woman…’ “Alright, fine. But don’t blame me if anything happens in there.” Because if the twitch in his pants and slight bulge growing was any indication, it wouldn’t be what she’d be expecting.
“Tch.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine, Natsu, you’ll see.”
The dressing room was a lot more spacious than he was used to seeing. Men’s fitting rooms, at least the ones he’s been in are like closets with just one full length mirror, and maybe a small bench inside. This one could easily fit them both, with wrap around mirrors to catch every angle. It had a small, cushioned bench along one wall, and a couple of hooks on the inside of the door. But most noteworthy was the fact it was a fully enclosed room— not those partial-length doors at lower-quality stores. It was very, very private.
Natsu sat down on the bench and closed his eyes while Lucy fiddled with her options. He could hear the plastic and metal hangers going up on the hooks, as well as the sounds of his girlfriend shedding her clothing. His mouth suddenly felt dry… Lucy’s voluptuous body bared for him to see with only her regular panties left on— he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. ‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!’
“Ready— Natsu, silly,” Lucy giggled. “How are you gonna tell me if it’s good or not if you can’t see?”
“No.”
Lucy threaded her fingers gingerly through his hair. “Just one peak…”
‘Fuck…’ he groaned as the tightening in his shorts grew uncomfortable. “One peak.”
Natsu opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut again from the screaming bra and panties glued to her frame. A sheer red with solid fabric only over the nipples and a strip covering her crotch. So much flesh revealed in these outfits, was there even a point to wearing anything at all?
“Great!” His voice squeaked out. “Looks fine.”
Her giggles only added to his demise. The sounds of more fabric rustling, and the twitch in his shorts… Natsu shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. Lucy had grabbed about six of seven different pieces to try, and this was only the beginning. She was too damn sexy, and he swore, derived pleasure out of torturing him like this! Ugh, his cock was so hard right now…
“Okay, next piece,” Natsu heard her say. “I’m not sure about it, cause the color doesn’t seem to look good on me.”
Tch, it could be multi-colored polka dots and Lucy would still be a man’s wet dream. He cracked open one eye. It was a dark green, combo with frilled lace along the waistband. Natsu gulped hard as she did a turn around to reveal a thong and curvy swell of her backside.
“You do realize I’m biased, right?” Natsu blurted out. “Everything looks good on you to me.”
“Awww,” Lucy bent down and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I still think I’ll add this to the maybe pile,” she spoke as she started removing the pieces. “I think you’ll really like the next one I found; it has these cute flames on them.”
“You know what I’d prefer to see?” Natsu questioned, for he was done holding back.
Lucy stopped mid-way, bent slightly over with the thong down to her thighs. “What?”
Without answering her, Natsu got off the bench and started helping her take the thong off.
“Natsu, what are you—”
Once off, he moved onto her regular panties down.
“Nat— s-stop!” Lucy grabbed for his hands, but she couldn’t do much without twisting or tripping. “What are you do—”
“Keep your voice down.” He tugged those off too leaving her exposed from the waist down.
“Natsu this isn’t funny!” She seethed in an exasperated whisper.
“Neither is this,” he gestured at the bulge in his shorts. Guiding her against the mirrored wall as he spoke. “You said I could choose whatever I wanted for lunch, and I’ve decided to put you on the menu.”
Lucy whimpered when she felt the cold mirror against her bare skin. “But we’re in public.”
“I warned you didn’t I…” Natsu leaned in with a whisper, cheek to cheek. “Then I suggest you not make any noise,” his words wisp out, warm breath fanning down the barren skin as his lips burn a trail over her neck. Lucy dug her fingers into his hair, holding on but not stopping him as he moved lower.
His stops were brief, lips ghosting burning marks along her chest, a mountainous journey over the pillowy bosoms, a few licks against the pert nipples, and lower… down … snaking over her torso to what he was truly after. “Breathe, baby,” Natsu teased at her halted, bated breathing. “Just look forward and watch.”
She sucked in a gulp of air and stared forward at the mirrored image of Natsu going down on her. It was strange to literally watch every move he made like a voyeur living through another’s body. Lucy’s fingers tightened their grip on his hair in anticipation as he spread her legs a little wider…
“Mmm,” he mused in thought on how to get the best angle. “Hold to me,” Natsu suggested, and before she could reply, lifted Lucy’s left leg, and rested it on his shoulder. “Perfect…”
Natsu dove right in, latching his mouth onto the moist folds he knew so well, humming at the quick squeak his girl couldn’t catch in time. But he knew from the pull on his scalp exactly what she was experiencing. He kept one hand on her raised hip, while the fingers of his other toyed around the edge of her wet opening. His tongue pressed and circled around her clit, sucking, palpating, interspersed with soothing flicks and long strokes to lap up the growing sap gathering in the area. He closed his eyes as he relished in the warmth oozing over his face from her beautiful sex.
Heaven help her, Lucy couldn’t stop staring at that mirror… her gripped fingers to his hair and nails digging into his shoulder for dear life from the seasoned oral ministrations that slowly undid her sanity. Just his tongue alone… but the teasing fingers… Oh! Oh— Her thighs clenched to the sides of Natsu’s head as she felt one, then two fingers slipped through her walls. Lucy’s body arched slightly, and head tilted back as those fingers began swiftly pumping.
“Natsu…” Lucy moaned softly through sealed lips. She could feel his grin against her flesh, hear the squishing sounds, and smell the light scent of her extreme arousal. Damn him…
In a race against time, Natsu pumped fast and hard while his mouth and tongue devoured Lucy’s sex and sanity with an intensity to rival any known battle for supremacy. Each passing second, drawing the heated coil at her core closer to snapping. Her legs trembled, yet clenched and stiffened as his fingers pummeled, bumping the swollen sex being driven to his knuckles reach. He could feel Lucy start unraveling and held firmly to her hip bone as the jerky spasms rocked her body in orgasmic euphoria.
“Stop, stop, stop—” Lucy clawed at his back and neck as she whimpered from the immense pressure boiling in her body, and radiant moisture pooled in her eyes. “Please… enough, Natsu my legs are gonna give out.”
After giving her pussy a few more licks to clean up the excess juices, Natsu finally obliged and put down Lucy’s leg, then stood up while still supporting her as she caught her breath. He licked around his lips and cleaned off his fingers. “Best lunch in the world,” he grinned.
“Oof!” Lucy playfully slapped his chest with a short laugh. “Not what I’d meant. And now I don’t have time to try on the rest.”
“Why not?”
Lucy started putting on her regular clothes. “We’ve been in here for too long, it’ll be suspicious.”
“Tch, then just buy all of it if you like them, cause I’m telling you they’ll all look great on you.”
She glared at him. “Fine, but after pulling that stunt, now you owe me lunch!”
Natsu shrugged and grabbed all the hangers of clothing. “Okay, since you’ll need your strength later.”
“Later?”
The widest seedy grin bloomed on Natsu’s face. “You’ll see…”
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narutogu · 3 years
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REPOSTED ON MY MAIN NARUTO BLOG BECAUSE IT WASN’T SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS. MORE WRITING TO COME ON @narutogwriting​
Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader
CW: none
Length: 4k+
Inspired by this picture
Requests are Open!
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“Naruto?”
Your voice broke out softly through the momentary silence. The wind had been howling almost constantly that night, keeping you wide awake. You weren’t afraid of anything, not really. At twelve years old, you, like many of your friends, had the notion that you were invincible. Nothing could touch you, and you would always come out on top. You would miss that as you grew older, the confidence in yourself and your abilities. The belief that the world was fair, and that the good guys always won.
So it wasn’t really that you were scared of the way the wind screamed, the whistles through the tree leaves or the sporadic loud crashes that came as the wind blew branches and even tree trunks to the ground. Maybe it was the fact that you had experienced the first death of an enemy on a mission.
And maybe it was deserved. He had been a criminal, after all, and you hadn’t delivered the fateful blow; of course not. It had been Kakashi, in a bid to save your life.
So maybe you were scared, or traumatized, or reeling from your innocence being shattered for the very first time. Whatever you felt, you were still too young, too inexperienced, to be able to pinpoint what exactly the distressed tugging of your heart meant.
It was what had dragged you from your own tent to Naruto’s, quietly and nervously. Kakashi was in his own tent, and you had been sharing with Sakura who was fast asleep. Having her by your side did nothing to calm the storm beginning to brew from inside you.
You had opened his tent timidly, doing your best not to startle him awake. He was fast asleep, on his side in fetal position hugging his pillow to him tightly. But when you spoke his name, your voice stirred him even from his deep slumber.
Naruto whispered your name, groggily, confused, but he’d know your voice anywhere.
Yawning, he sat up rubbing at his eyes, peering at you curiously. “What happened?” He asked.
“Can I sleep in here with you?”
If you were brave, then there were no words adequate enough to describe the courage that burned within Naruto’s heart. He was sure of himself, of what he believed. He would do anything to protect the ones he loved. He would do anything for you. You couldn’t think of a safer place than by his side.
“Yeah, of course.”
Relief flooded through you as you dragged your sleeping bag into the tent, fitting it next to his with some distance of course. You were best friends, but you were also twelve. There was something embarrassing about sleeping so close to someone of the opposite gender. But you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever slept more soundly.
And thus a new tradition had been born. For the whole year and a half afterwards, anytime you and Naruto were on a mission together, you shared a tent. Sure some of your friends teased you for it, and whatever jonin leading your team would shoot the two of you knowing looks as if they had some secret knowledge that you and Naruto hadn’t yet discovered.
But for you and Naruto, it was normal, as natural as anything. The two of you already spent all your time by each other’s side—it only made sense that that would include sharing a tent when on missions together.
It was only ever a tent though. It wasn’t like the two of you cuddled or anything. That was just embarrassing! Though you two were now out of the stage of believing in cooties, you were beginning to understand that there were some secret, unspoken rules for the way you were expected to act with the other gender. Ridiculous, arbitrary rules that were as old as time and didn’t account for the complexity that was the gender spectrum, but you didn’t understand any of that just yet.
When Naruto left, you were heartbroken, of course. Shattered even. You’d never known that it could feel like you had a hole in your heart until Naruto had taken part of yours with him. You dreaded the years to come of missing him.
But he had work to do and so did you. Naruto was going to get stronger and there was no way you would be left behind. Every time you missed him, you threw yourself into your training. The years didn’t pass quickly, but you found as time went on you were able to find other things that made you feel more whole even when you weren’t.
And just as suddenly, that void was filled. Blond hair and bright orange clothing filled your vision and kicked your heart up into your throat. You hadn’t expected to see him, but nothing could have made you happier.
You’d worried over the years that when Naruto came home, things would be different. Spending two and a half years apart changed things, and you had grown a lot. But you and Naruto fell into step together like he had never left, and just like that you had your best friend back.
But things had changed, though you weren’t going to admit that. When his blue eyes met yours, your breath stopped. Every time his fingers ran through his hair, it was like you were in another world. Part of you knew things were different, but you were never going to say it out loud. You buried your feelings deep within you, hiding your heart like a secret.
The thing that made you most nervous was when you and Naruto had your first mission together since he’d been back. You, Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi, just like the mission where you’d first shared a tent. You didn’t know what to say, embarrassed to ask if you would both share a tent like when you were younger. If that had been embarrassing when you were twelve, it was even worse when you were sixteen.
When your team stopped for camp Kakashi went to secure the perimeter and Sakura to gather firewood. You went to work setting up your own tent when you felt Naruto’s presence behind you. You turned to look at him. He was standing there, scratching the back of his head, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at you.
“I didn’t bring a tent…” He admitted sheepishly. “When we were younger, we always shared a tent, and I figured we’d just do that again… I can share with Kakashi, though, if it’s weird. I don’t mean to—”
“Naruto,” You interrupted him with a laugh, though the color on your cheeks now matched his. “Of course we can share a tent.” You told him, turning back to your work as you set it up. “Don’t be weird.” You weren’t sure if it was a message to him or to yourself.
Unlike everything else with Naruto’s return, sleeping by Naruto didn’t feel as natural as it had before. There was a tension, almost palpable, settling in the tent. It was as if there was a string attaching your fingers to his, and the more the string pulled you to him, the closer to your sides you kept your hands. You couldn’t know that he felt it too.
The mission was straight forward and accomplished quickly. As soon as it started, it ended, and your team was heading back to the leaf village, only a days journey away. You would stop around the same area you had the night before, camping for the evening before heading home at daylight. You and Naruto had barely talked the whole way.
That night reminded you of the one when you had first crawled into Naruto’s tent. The wind was roaring making it hard to fall asleep. It was winter this time, however, and you hadn’t accounted for the night being so cold. The clothes you’d chosen to sleep in did nothing to keep in your body’s warmth, and your teeth chattered audibly as you curled into your sleeping bag, back to Naruto.
When your name left his hips, it almost startled you. The two of you had crawled into the tent quietly, not even bothering to say goodnight, the weight of the change in your relationship that you could both feel hanging heavy between you.
“Yeah?” You found yourself saying back, almost too quietly for him to hear. Almost.
“Uh, do you wanna, I dunno, sleep in my sleeping bag with me?” He mumbled, the words coming out fast and bunching together. “It’s just really cold, and I’m afraid that your teeth are going to break from clicking together so hard.” He hoped the joke would make it less weird, that you would feel more comfortable.
The question choked you with something you didn’t have words for, a feeling that bubbled in your stomach, spreading warm and shaky throughout your body.
“Okay.”
You crawled slowly, oh so slowly from your bag to his. He tried to scoot to one side, to make room. He unzipped the bag just a little bit, enough for you to crawl in next to him before he zipped it back up. There wasn’t enough room for you to lay comfortably next to him. Your body was on his just a bit, head by his chest and your arms pressed tightly to your side. You felt frozen with excitement and nerves. This was as close to a boy as you’d ever been.
The silence seemed to go on forever, but it was just a few seconds. Naruto’s arm had been pressed motionless to his sides, but slowly he felt them thaw before wrapping around your body, pressing you to him.
“You can like, hug me, ya know? Or put your arms on me or something. Just to be more comfortable.”
You nodded, your throat dry as you tried to swallow. You unlatched your arms from your body, a hand going up to rest on his chest. It only took a moment or two to get comfortable, to feel like your body fit perfectly into his. Falling asleep in Naruto’s arms, that was the most comfortable you’d ever slept.
The next morning, there wasn’t an awkwardness. It was something else, something sweeter, shyer. The string pulled your fingers closer, and though your hand didn’t touch his, neither did it pull away. You’d never felt so giddy in your life.
If only you knew what it meant to Naruto.
Naruto couldn’t remember one time in his life that he had cuddled with another person. He was sure that he must’ve been held at least occasionally as a baby, but it wasn’t anything he could remember. No one hugged him as he grew, no one tucked him in at night or rocked him to sleep. Once, when he was four, Naruto had found a puppy that got away from its owner. Naruto scooped the small animal up, holding him in his arms. The puppy had licked him affectionately, and Naruto was embarrassed by the fact that the small action had brought him to tears. Iruka’s hand on his head was the first affectionate touch he could remember from another person. He’d thought his heart would burst at that moment. It was nothing compared to what he’d felt getting to hold you while he slept.
He’d heard people say that hugging could lower stress, elevate your mood, even help prevent you from getting sick. He’d never understood it. Naruto had occasionally hugged Sakura and gotten affectionate touches from his sensei as he got older, but sleeping with you was different.
He understood now what the experts meant when they spoke about the benefits of hugging. He could comprehend why romantic relationships were so important to people if they got to touch their partner every day. Cuddling with you that night had Naruto’s head reeling, high off an emotion he didn’t even have a name for. He’d never felt so close to another person, so connected. How had he survived sixteen years without this? How had he survived those two and a half years training without you?
It was a mix of emotions as your head hit your pillow that night. You were relieved to have been able to take a shower. A home cooked meal never tasted so good as it did after a mission where you survived off dried meats. The softness of your mattress definitely beat the cold hard ground. But, you realized, you would gladly spend a lifetime sleeping on the floor of the woods if you got to sleep by Naruto’s side.
It was too scary to think about these new feelings. You knew what it was now, that you didn’t just see Naruto as your best friend. You liked Naruto. Maybe even more than liked him. You didn’t know how this could have happened. How could you ever face him again? If he knew how you felt, your friendship would be ruined.
You had resolved to avoid him for the foreseeable future so that you could wait out the feelings. Maybe if you had some time apart, the feelings would go away, and nothing would have to change between the two of you.
Your eyes had finally started to flutter closed with exhaustion when you heard tapping on your window, startling you. Sitting up, you looked uncertainly towards the window before finally getting up and going to inspect the noise. Naruto’s face peering back at you from the other side was the last thing you expected to see.
Opening the window as quietly as you could, you willed the butterflies in your stomach to quell. “Naruto, what are you doing here?” You whispered, glancing back towards your bedroom door, sure that your parents would burst through at any moment.
Naruto looked sheepishly back at you, a bashful grin on his face. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked. Rolling your eyes, you did your best to bite back the giddy smile playing on your own lips.
“Yes, Naruto. I’m trying to sleep. What are you doing here?” You asked him again. Instead of answering, Naruto began climbing through your window, making a little too much noise. You shushed him with a stifled giggle as he fell to the floor. “You’re going to wake my parents,” You told him, trying to look stern. Naruto hopped back up to his feet looking at you embarrassedly.
“I couldn’t sleep…” He admitted, his eyes flickering from yours back to the floor. “I was wondering… Do you think I could sleep here tonight?”
The question hung between the two of you, innocent and unassuming. It wasn’t that weird, the two of you were thinking. You shared a tent on missions; was it that different sharing a bed?
“Yeah, okay.” You agreed, feeling breathless. Naruto was in his pajamas too, you realized, decked in a white t shirt and orange sweats. You turned from him, walking slowly to your bed, doing your best not to make any noise. “You have to leave before my parents are up, okay?” You whispered as you climbed back into your bed.
Naruto nodded enthusiastically, following after you. “I will, believe it!” He said a little too loudly for someone that wasn’t supposed to be there. You shot him a look, though you couldn’t help but smile.
Climbing into the bed after you, Naruto got comfortable under the covers, and the two of you laid next to each other silently. Staring at the ceiling, you wondered if Naruto could hear the sound of your heartbeat as it rang in your ears. This was fine. This was normal for two best friends.
You weren’t sure how long you laid there, more awake than you had been before. You closed your eyes, doing your best to get some rest and failing miserably. You were too aware of Naruto’s presence beside you. He seemed to have fallen asleep long ago if his rhythmic breathing was anything to go by.
And then, suddenly, you felt him rolling over. His hand reached out in the darkness, finding you and pulling you flush against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him before his body went still again. You froze, looking up at his face. Was he awake? Had he meant to do that? It was impossible to tell with his eyes screwed shut.
You felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in your life. Nothing had ever felt so right.
The next morning, as promised, Naruto was back out the window before your parents woke up. The two of you had stayed in that position all night, and when Naruto began to shift awake, he looked at you with a shy, lopsided smile. All he said was a quiet “good morning” before he was sneaking out.
And there was no way to hide now that things had definitely changed. It was unspoken, but you both knew it. Neither of you knew what to say about it, didn’t know if you even should say anything about it. It wasn’t bad. It was good, better than good, but so new and unexplored for the both of you that you didn’t know how to approach the subject, so you said nothing about it.
It became a regular occurrence for Naruto to climb through your window every night to sleep in your bed. Each time he did, it became easier for Naruto to pull you into him as he fell asleep, and every morning when he left, you wondered how you had ever slept without Naruto’s arms around you.
All of your friends noticed the change between you and Naruto too, though no one said anything. They all exchanged curious glances with each other, seeing how easily Naruto touched you now and the way the two of you looked at each other just a little bit longer than you used to. But no one knew about your and Naruto’s extended sleepover, and so they all whispered among themselves, but said nothing about it to your faces.
When your parents decided to move back to the village that you had been born in, they gave you the option to stay in the leaf. You were only sixteen, but you were a ninja afterall. You were more than capable of making your own choices and taking care of yourself.
And of course you stayed. This was where your life was, where your friends were. Even more importantly, this was where Naruto was.
So when you told him your predicament, that you needed to find a new place to stay, he didn’t hesitate in offering to stay with him. You were sitting at his kitchen table when he said it, and he immediately began pushing things around the small apartment. “You see? We can put your bed here, and can move this over here…” He motioned to the space he had created. “It may be a little cramped, but at least until you can find something else?”
Of course your friends teased the two of you about your new living arrangements. Never when you were together. Everyone was insistent, desperate to be the one that got one of you to cave and admit your feelings for each other. For your part, you just smiled and said, “He’s my best friend.”
And that flew for a while. The same people that had been sure you and Naruto were meant to be began to wonder if they had it wrong all along, began to wonder if you and Naruto truly were just friends.
They didn’t know that you never got around to getting your own bed at Naruto’s house. That first night, you just shared his bed because you’d been doing it for so long. The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that, and the thought of getting a separate bed just didn’t seem that important. And anyways, you’d gotten used to sleeping by Naruto’s side. Naruto knew that if you got your own bed, he would just climb into yours every night.
You were only sixteen, but Naruto wanted nothing more than to spend every night by your side. He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he’d ever been so happy. There was so much on his mind all the time, the oncoming war, getting Sasuke back. And even with the chaos surrounding him, Naruto was at peace because of you. He had a confidence that everything would work out okay. He couldn’t imagine a scenario in which it wouldn’t.
It was the first time that Sakura and Ino had stopped by since you’d moved in that it was pointed out how unconventional your arrangement was. Sure, you both knew it wasn’t exactly normal, but it worked for the two of you. You didn’t see any harm in it.
Naruto was away on a mission when the girls had stopped by, needing to borrow something. When you let them in, they excitedly looked around the small studio apartment, wanting to see if and how you had changed Naruto’s place.
“Uh, where’s the other bed?” Sakura asked as you closed a cupboard, pulling out the tupperware they needed.
“Hm?” You asked, placing it on the table. “Oh, I haven’t gotten one yet. We usually just share.” You said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You’d shared your bed with Naruto so long, it no longer embarrassed you. You’d just never had a reason to mention it.
Sakura and Ino’s jaws dropped. They looked from you to each other, wondering if you were serious. You picked up on their shock, looking back at them sheepishly. “What?” You mumbled, feeling your face heating up.
“Are you guys, like, dating?” Ino placed her hand on her hip, looking at you expectedly. You shook your head.
“No, of course not. He’s my best friend! I just haven’t gotten my own bed yet. It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal!?” Sakura exclaimed. “It’s a huge deal! You guys live together, share a bed together… you’re practically married!”
Ino nodded in agreement. “Sakura’s right. That’s a weird thing for two ‘best friends’ to be doing. It’s not normal.”
Sakura and Ino’s words rang through your head all day after they’d gone. Was it that weird? Sure, the whole thing had been nerve wracking at first, but now it was just part of your dynamic like everything else was. Of course you still harbored your feelings for Naruto, but you’d pushed them deep down, pretending they weren’t there in a bid to save your and Naruto’s friendship.
You were already in bed when he got back from his mission that night. He threw open the door, dropping his bag and sighing loudly. “Are you awake?” He called as he made his way to the bathroom.
“I am now,” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you heard the shower start. You yawned, your body tired despite how awake your mind was. It was a while longer before Naruto was finally ready to settle in for the night.
With a loud yawn, he dropped down on the bed beside you, stretching. “I missed this,” he said, turning over as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. He reached for you instinctively, a happy sigh leaving his lips as you cuddled into his chest.
But Naruto knew you better than anyone, and he could tell something was on your mind. “Everything okay?” He murmured against your hair, moments from falling asleep.
“Is this weird?” You asked him timidly, afraid to hear his answer.
Naruto froze for a moment before pulling away slightly, just enough so he could look down at you. “Is what weird?” He asked back slowly.
You shrugged. “Sakura and Ino stopped by today. They saw we share a bed and… I don’t know. They said it wasn’t normal.” You were afraid to voice the thought, but you couldn’t help it. The seed had been planted, and it wouldn’t stop growing.
But Naruto just rolled his eyes in response. “You’re gonna listen to them?” He asked with a small laugh. “What do they know about normal?”
“They said it was only normal for people that were, like, in a relationship. Not people that were just friends…”
Naruto was quiet, and you could tell he was mulling over the information, no doubt wondering--much like you were--if they had a point. He pulled away even more, and you could see in the moonlight that he was blushing. “Are we just friends?”
The words hit you like a freight train, knocking the breath straight from your lungs. You weren’t ready for this conversation. Things had been going so well, you’d been so happy and comfortable. You weren���t ready for things between you and Naruto to change, not yet. But now you didn’t have a choice.
“Do you want to be?” You whispered back.
The silence lingered, heavy and suffocating. You felt ready to cry. You loved Naruto. You didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer, but you didn’t want to lose him either. If he didn’t feel the same way… You didn’t know what you’d do. You couldn’t think of anything any more devastating.
Reluctantly, you brought your eyes up to meet Naruto’s brilliant blue ones. They were staring earnestly into yours, searching for an answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked. Slowly, shakily, he brought his hand up to your face, brushing your hair back. His touch was soft, barely there, and it sent shivers up your spine.
Finally, he leaned in to you, bringing his lips to brush against yours in a sweet, shy kiss. The motion was unsure, nervous. He’d been dying to do that for months now, and he had no idea how you would react.
Naruto’s kiss sent your head reeling. You’d always thought that kissing Naruto would send your heart racing, but instead it slowed, calming every nerve in your body.
When Naruto pulled away, he was wearing a grin that matched yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” He told you, stroking your cheek. You could only smile in response, pulling him in to kiss you once more
Naruto had gone his whole life touch starved and alone. Affection was so scarce, he hadn’t even known what he was missing.
Sharing a bed, sleeping next to you, kissing you goodnight. It wasn’t scary or unsure.
It felt like coming home.
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narutogwriting · 3 years
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Touch Starved
Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader
CW: none
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“Naruto?”
Your voice broke out softly through the momentary silence. The wind had been howling almost constantly that night, keeping you wide awake. You weren’t afraid of anything, not really. At twelve years old, you, like many of your friends, had the notion that you were invincible. Nothing could touch you, and you would always come out on top. You would miss that as you grew older, the confidence in yourself and your abilities. The belief that the world was fair, and that the good guys always won.
So it wasn’t really that you were scared of the way the wind screamed, the whistles through the tree leaves or the sporadic loud crashes that came as the wind blew branches and even tree trunks to the ground. Maybe it was the fact that you had experienced the first death of an enemy on a mission.
And maybe it was deserved. He had been a criminal, after all, and you hadn’t delivered the fateful blow; of course not. It had been Kakashi, in a bid to save your life.
So maybe you were scared, or traumatized, or reeling from your innocence being shattered for the very first time. Whatever you felt, you were still too young, too inexperienced, to be able to pinpoint what exactly the distressed tugging of your heart meant.
It was what had dragged you from your own tent to Naruto’s, quietly and nervously. Kakashi was in his own tent, and you had been sharing with Sakura who was fast asleep. Having her by your side did nothing to calm the storm beginning to brew from inside you.
You had opened his tent timidly, doing your best not to startle him awake. He was fast asleep, on his side in fetal position hugging his pillow to him tightly. But when you spoke his name, your voice stirred him even from his deep slumber.
Naruto whispered your name, groggily, confused, but he’d know your voice anywhere.
Yawning, he sat up rubbing at his eyes, peering at you curiously. “What happened?” He asked.
“Can I sleep in here with you?”
If you were brave, then there were no words adequate enough to describe the courage that burned within Naruto’s heart. He was sure of himself, of what he believed. He would do anything to protect the ones he loved. He would do anything for you. You couldn’t think of a safer place than by his side.
“Yeah, of course.”
Relief flooded through you as you dragged your sleeping bag into the tent, fitting it next to his with some distance of course. You were best friends, but you were also twelve. There was something embarrassing about sleeping so close to someone of the opposite gender. But you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever slept more soundly.
And thus a new tradition had been born. For the whole year and a half afterwards, anytime you and Naruto were on a mission together, you shared a tent. Sure some of your friends teased you for it, and whatever jonin leading your team would shoot the two of you knowing looks as if they had some secret knowledge that you and Naruto hadn’t yet discovered.
But for you and Naruto, it was normal, as natural as anything. The two of you already spent all your time by each other’s side—it only made sense that that would include sharing a tent when on missions together.
It was only ever a tent though. It wasn’t like the two of you cuddled or anything. That was just embarrassing! Though you two were now out of the stage of believing in cooties, you were beginning to understand that there were some secret, unspoken rules for the way you were expected to act with the other gender. Ridiculous, arbitrary rules that were as old as time and didn’t account for the complexity that was the gender spectrum, but you didn’t understand any of that just yet.
When Naruto left, you were heartbroken, of course. Shattered even. You’d never known that it could feel like you had a hole in your heart until Naruto had taken part of yours with him. You dreaded the years to come of missing him.
But he had work to do and so did you. Naruto was going to get stronger and there was no way you would be left behind. Every time you missed him, you threw yourself into your training. The years didn’t pass quickly, but you found as time went on you were able to find other things that made you feel more whole even when you weren’t.
And just as suddenly, that void was filled. Blond hair and bright orange clothing filled your vision and kicked your heart up into your throat. You hadn’t expected to see him, but nothing could have made you happier.
You’d worried over the years that when Naruto came home, things would be different. Spending two and a half years apart changed things, and you had grown a lot. But you and Naruto fell into step together like he had never left, and just like that you had your best friend back.
But things had changed, though you weren’t going to admit that. When his blue eyes met yours, your breath stopped. Every time his fingers ran through his hair, it was like you were in another world. Part of you knew things were different, but you were never going to say it out loud. You buried your feelings deep within you, hiding your heart like a secret.
The thing that made you most nervous was when you and Naruto had your first mission together since he’d been back. You, Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi, just like the mission where you’d first shared a tent. You didn’t know what to say, embarrassed to ask if you would both share a tent like when you were younger. If that had been embarrassing when you were twelve, it was even worse when you were sixteen.
 When your team stopped for camp Kakashi went to secure the perimeter and Sakura to gather firewood. You went to work setting up your own tent when you felt Naruto’s presence behind you. You turned to look at him. He was standing there, scratching the back of his head, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked anywhere but at you.
“I didn’t bring a tent…” He admitted sheepishly. “When we were younger, we always shared a tent, and I figured we’d just do that again… I can share with Kakashi, though, if it’s weird. I don’t mean to—” 
“Naruto,” You interrupted him with a laugh, though the color on your cheeks now matched his. “Of course we can share a tent.” You told him, turning back to your work as you set it up. “Don’t be weird.” You weren’t sure if it was a message to him or to yourself.
Unlike everything else with Naruto’s return, sleeping by Naruto didn’t feel as natural as it had before. There was a tension, almost palpable, settling in the tent. It was as if there was a string attaching your fingers to his, and the more the string pulled you to him, the closer to your sides you kept your hands. You couldn’t know that he felt it too.
The mission was straight forward and accomplished quickly. As soon as it started, it ended, and your team was heading back to the leaf village, only a days journey away. You would stop around the same area you had the night before, camping for the evening before heading home at daylight. You and Naruto had barely talked the whole way.
That night reminded you of the one when you had first crawled into Naruto’s tent. The wind was roaring making it hard to fall asleep. It was winter this time, however, and you hadn’t accounted for the night being so cold. The clothes you’d chosen to sleep in did nothing to keep in your body’s warmth, and your teeth chattered audibly as you curled into your sleeping bag, back to Naruto.
When your name left his hips, it almost startled you. The two of you had crawled into the tent quietly, not even bothering to say goodnight, the weight of the change in your relationship that you could both feel hanging heavy between you.
“Yeah?” You found yourself saying back, almost too quietly for him to hear. Almost.
“Uh, do you wanna, I dunno, sleep in my sleeping bag with me?” He mumbled, the words coming out fast and bunching together. “It’s just really cold, and I’m afraid that your teeth are going to break from clicking together so hard.” He hoped the joke would make it less weird, that you would feel more comfortable.
The question choked you with something you didn’t have words for, a feeling that bubbled in your stomach, spreading warm and shaky throughout your body.
“Okay.”
You crawled slowly, oh so slowly from your bag to his. He tried to scoot to one side, to make room. He unzipped the bag just a little bit, enough for you to crawl in next to him before he zipped it back up. There wasn’t enough room for you to lay comfortably next to him. Your body was on his just a bit, head by his chest and your arms pressed tightly to your side. You felt frozen with excitement and nerves. This was as close to a boy as you’d ever been. 
The silence seemed to go on forever, but it was just a few seconds. Naruto’s arm had been pressed motionless to his sides, but slowly he felt them thaw before wrapping around your body, pressing you to him. 
“You can like, hug me, ya know? Or put your arms on me or something. Just to be more comfortable.”
You nodded, your throat dry as you tried to swallow. You unlatched your arms from your body, a hand going up to rest on his chest. It only took a moment or two to get comfortable, to feel like your body fit perfectly into his. Falling asleep in Naruto’s arms, that was the most comfortable you’d ever slept.
The next morning, there wasn’t an awkwardness. It was something else, something sweeter, shyer. The string pulled your fingers closer, and though your hand didn’t touch his, neither did it pull away. You’d never felt so giddy in your life.
If only you knew what it meant to Naruto.
Naruto couldn’t remember one time in his life that he had cuddled with another person. He was sure that he must’ve been held at least occasionally as a baby, but it wasn’t anything he could remember. No one hugged him as he grew, no one tucked him in at night or rocked him to sleep. Once, when he was four, Naruto had found a puppy that got away from its owner. Naruto scooped the small animal up, holding him in his arms. The puppy had licked him affectionately, and Naruto was embarrassed by the fact that the small action had brought him to tears. Iruka’s hand on his head was the first affectionate touch he could remember from another person. He’d thought his heart would burst at that moment. It was nothing compared to what he’d felt getting to hold you while he slept. 
He’d heard people say that hugging could lower stress, elevate your mood, even help prevent you from getting sick. He’d never understood it. Naruto had occasionally hugged Sakura and gotten affectionate touches from his sensei as he got older, but sleeping with you was different.
He understood now what the experts meant when they spoke about the benefits of hugging. He could comprehend why romantic relationships were so important to people if they got to touch their partner every day. Cuddling with you that night had Naruto’s head reeling, high off an emotion he didn’t even have a name for. He’d never felt so close to another person, so connected. How had he survived sixteen years without this? How had he survived those two and a half years training without you?
It was a mix of emotions as your head hit your pillow that night. You were relieved to have been able to take a shower. A home cooked meal never tasted so good as it did after a mission where you survived off dried meats. The softness of your mattress definitely beat the cold hard ground. But, you realized, you would gladly spend a lifetime sleeping on the floor of the woods if you got to sleep by Naruto’s side.
It was too scary to think about these new feelings. You knew what it was now, that you didn’t just see Naruto as your best friend. You liked Naruto. Maybe even more than liked him. You didn’t know how this could have happened. How could you ever face him again? If he knew how you felt, your friendship would be ruined.
You had resolved to avoid him for the foreseeable future so that you could wait out the feelings. Maybe if you had some time apart, the feelings would go away, and nothing would have to change between the two of you.
Your eyes had finally started to flutter closed with exhaustion when you heard tapping on your window, startling you. Sitting up, you looked uncertainly towards the window before finally getting up and going to inspect the noise. Naruto’s face peering back at you from the other side was the last thing you expected to see.
Opening the window as quietly as you could, you willed the butterflies in your stomach to quell. “Naruto, what are you doing here?” You whispered, glancing back towards your bedroom door, sure that your parents would burst through at any moment.
Naruto looked sheepishly back at you, a bashful grin on his face. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked. Rolling your eyes, you did your best to bite back the giddy smile playing on your own lips.
“Yes, Naruto. I’m trying to sleep. What are you doing here?” You asked him again. Instead of answering, Naruto began climbing through your window, making a little too much noise. You shushed him with a stifled giggle as he fell to the floor. “You’re going to wake my parents,” You told him, trying to look stern. Naruto hopped back up to his feet looking at you embarrassedly. 
“I couldn’t sleep…” He admitted, his eyes flickering from yours back to the floor. “I was wondering… Do you think I could sleep here tonight?”
The question hung between the two of you, innocent and unassuming. It wasn’t that weird, the two of you were thinking. You shared a tent on missions; was it that different sharing a bed?
“Yeah, okay.” You agreed, feeling breathless. Naruto was in his pajamas too, you realized, decked in a white t shirt and orange sweats. You turned from him, walking slowly to your bed, doing your best not to make any noise. “You have to leave before my parents are up, okay?” You whispered as you climbed back into your bed.
Naruto nodded enthusiastically, following after you. “I will, believe it!” He said a little too loudly for someone that wasn’t supposed to be there. You shot him a look, though you couldn’t help but smile.
Climbing into the bed after you, Naruto got comfortable under the covers, and the two of you laid next to each other silently. Staring at the ceiling, you wondered if Naruto could hear the sound of your heartbeat as it rang in your ears. This was fine. This was normal for two best friends.
You weren’t sure how long you laid there, more awake than you had been before. You closed your eyes, doing your best to get some rest and failing miserably. You were too aware of Naruto’s presence beside you. He seemed to have fallen asleep long ago if his rhythmic breathing was anything to go by.
And then, suddenly, you felt him rolling over. His hand reached out in the darkness, finding you and pulling you flush against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him before his body went still again. You froze, looking up at his face. Was he awake? Had he meant to do that? It was impossible to tell with his eyes screwed shut. 
You felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in your life. Nothing had ever felt so right.
The next morning, as promised, Naruto was back out the window before your parents woke up. The two of you had stayed in that position all night, and when Naruto began to shift awake, he looked at you with a shy, lopsided smile. All he said was a quiet “good morning” before he was sneaking out.
And there was no way to hide now that things had definitely changed. It was unspoken, but you both knew it. Neither of you knew what to say about it, didn’t know if you even should say anything about it. It wasn’t bad. It was good, better than good, but so new and unexplored for the both of you that you didn’t know how to approach the subject, so you said nothing about it. 
It became a regular occurrence for Naruto to climb through your window every night to sleep in your bed. Each time he did, it became easier for Naruto to pull you into him as he fell asleep, and every morning when he left, you wondered how you had ever slept without Naruto’s arms around you.
All of your friends noticed the change between you and Naruto too, though no one said anything. They all exchanged curious glances with each other, seeing how easily Naruto touched you now and the way the two of you looked at each other just a little bit longer than you used to. But no one knew about your and Naruto’s extended sleepover, and so they all whispered among themselves, but said nothing about it to your faces.
When your parents decided to move back to the village that you had been born in, they gave you the option to stay in the leaf. You were only sixteen, but you were a ninja afterall. You were more than capable of making your own choices and taking care of yourself.
And of course you stayed. This was where your life was, where your friends were. Even more importantly, this was where Naruto was. 
So when you told him your predicament, that you needed to find a new place to stay, he didn’t hesitate in offering to stay with him. You were sitting at his kitchen table when he said it, and he immediately began pushing things around the small apartment. “You see? We can put your bed here, and can move this over here…” He motioned to the space he had created. “It may be a little cramped, but at least until you can find something else?”
Of course your friends teased the two of you about your new living arrangements. Never when you were together. Everyone was insistent, desperate to be the one that got one of you to cave and admit your feelings for each other. For your part, you just smiled and said, “He’s my best friend.”
And that flew for a while. The same people that had been sure you and Naruto were meant to be began to wonder if they had it wrong all along, began to wonder if you and Naruto truly were just friends.
They didn’t know that you never got around to getting your own bed at Naruto’s house. That first night, you just shared his bed because you’d been doing it for so long. The same thing happened the next night, and the night after that, and the thought of getting a separate bed just didn’t seem that important. And anyways, you’d gotten used to sleeping by Naruto’s side. Naruto knew that if you got your own bed, he would just climb into yours every night.
You were only sixteen, but Naruto wanted nothing more than to spend every night by your side. He couldn’t remember a time in his life where he’d ever been so happy. There was so much on his mind all the time, the oncoming war, getting Sasuke back. And even with the chaos surrounding him, Naruto was at peace because of you. He had a confidence that everything would work out okay. He couldn’t imagine a scenario in which it wouldn’t.
It was the first time that Sakura and Ino had stopped by since you’d moved in that it was pointed out how unconventional your arrangement was. Sure, you both knew it wasn’t exactly normal, but it worked for the two of you. You didn’t see any harm in it.
Naruto was away on a mission when the girls had stopped by, needing to borrow something. When you let them in, they excitedly looked around the small studio apartment, wanting to see if and how you had changed Naruto’s place.
“Uh, where’s the other bed?” Sakura asked as you closed a cupboard, pulling out the tupperware they needed. 
“Hm?” You asked, placing it on the table. “Oh, I haven’t gotten one yet. We usually just share.” You said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You’d shared your bed with Naruto so long, it no longer embarrassed you. You’d just never had a reason to mention it.
Sakura and Ino’s jaws dropped. They looked from you to each other, wondering if you were serious. You picked up on their shock, looking back at them sheepishly. “What?” You mumbled, feeling your face heating up.
“Are you guys, like, dating?” Ino placed her hand on her hip, looking at you expectedly. You shook your head. 
“No, of course not. He’s my best friend! I just haven’t gotten my own bed yet. It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal!?” Sakura exclaimed. “It’s a huge deal! You guys live together, share a bed together… you’re practically married!”
Ino nodded in agreement. “Sakura’s right. That’s a weird thing for two ‘best friends’ to be doing. It’s not normal.”
Sakura and Ino’s words rang through your head all day after they’d gone. Was it that weird? Sure, the whole thing had been nerve wracking at first, but now it was just part of your dynamic like everything else was. Of course you still harbored your feelings for Naruto, but you’d pushed them deep down, pretending they weren’t there in a bid to save your and Naruto’s friendship.
You were already in bed when he got back from his mission that night. He threw open the door, dropping his bag and sighing loudly. “Are you awake?” He called as he made his way to the bathroom.
“I am now,” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you heard the shower start. You yawned, your body tired despite how awake your mind was. It was a while longer before Naruto was finally ready to settle in for the night.
With a loud yawn, he dropped down on the bed beside you, stretching. “I missed this,” he said, turning over as he pulled the blankets over the two of you. He reached for you instinctively, a happy sigh leaving his lips as you cuddled into his chest.
But Naruto knew you better than anyone, and he could tell something was on your mind. “Everything okay?” He murmured against your hair, moments from falling asleep.
“Is this weird?” You asked him timidly, afraid to hear his answer. 
Naruto froze for a moment before pulling away slightly, just enough so he could look down at you. “Is what weird?” He asked back slowly.
You shrugged. “Sakura and Ino stopped by today. They saw we share a bed and… I don’t know. They said it wasn’t normal.” You were afraid to voice the thought, but you couldn’t help it. The seed had been planted, and it wouldn’t stop growing.
But Naruto just rolled his eyes in response. “You’re gonna listen to them?” He asked with a small laugh. “What do they know about normal?”
“They said it was only normal for people that were, like, in a relationship. Not people that were just friends…”
Naruto was quiet, and you could tell he was mulling over the information, no doubt wondering--much like you were--if they had a point. He pulled away even more, and you could see in the moonlight that he was blushing. “Are we just friends?”
The words hit you like a freight train, knocking the breath straight from your lungs. You weren’t ready for this conversation. Things had been going so well, you’d been so happy and comfortable. You weren’t ready for things between you and Naruto to change, not yet. But now you didn’t have a choice.
“Do you want to be?” You whispered back.
The silence lingered, heavy and suffocating. You felt ready to cry. You loved Naruto. You didn’t want to keep it a secret any longer, but you didn’t want to lose him either. If he didn’t feel the same way… You didn’t know what you’d do. You couldn’t think of anything any more devastating.
Reluctantly, you brought your eyes up to meet Naruto’s brilliant blue ones. They were staring earnestly into yours, searching for an answer to a question he hadn’t yet asked. Slowly, shakily, he brought his hand up to your face, brushing your hair back. His touch was soft, barely there, and it sent shivers up your spine. 
Finally, he leaned in to you, bringing his lips to brush against yours in a sweet, shy kiss. The motion was unsure, nervous. He’d been dying to do that for months now, and he had no idea how you would react.
Naruto’s kiss sent your head reeling. You’d always thought that kissing Naruto would send your heart racing, but instead it slowed, calming every nerve in your body.
When Naruto pulled away, he was wearing a grin that matched yours. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” He told you, stroking your cheek. You could only smile in response, pulling him in to kiss you once more
Naruto had gone his whole life touch starved and alone. Affection was so scarce, he hadn’t even known what he was missing. 
Sharing a bed, sleeping next to you, kissing you goodnight. It wasn’t scary or unsure.
It felt like coming home. 
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SSM21 Day 22: Traitors
Sarada beams up at her parents as they stand before her, waiting for her to speak, "Alright, we are to fight on our own. Meaning, you should not, I repeat should not help any of us out there, no matter what the circumstances we are in." She said, looking sceptical at her father who's bearing an amused smile as she spoke, "Mama, Papa, you are not to help me if I am fighting any one of you, you got that? It's our own fight. Just pretend that the three of us are of different side. Okay?" She ended with a bounced on her step as she steps back.
A huge playful grin is plastered on Sakura's face at her daughter's anthics. Sarada was so adamant that she take a day off that day, since Sasuke is back at the village and she has not have any mission.
So, that morning she and Sasuke was woken up early by their only child, had a quick breakfast and after clean up the house at the same time change their clothes–Sarada insisted that they change into their mission gear including Sakura–they follow her to the training ground.
Sakura angles her face to look at her husband who's having an amused look adorned his face as he nodded his head at their daughter.
"Alright, Sarada. Don't expect you'll win against us. We did survived a war, you know." She teased as she returns her sight to her daughter.
"And we fought more than you did." Sasuke joined in.
Sarada scoffs, "Like I will let you two be. If you're going to win this, I'm not going to make it easy for you." With that, she jump off and disappear before them.
Sakura laughs quietly as she looks up at her husband, "She's very serious about this."
"Ahh." Sasuke responded, "She talked about it the last time I was in the village. She's planned this for so long."
"Really?" She asked, chuckling again, "Then, we'll make it entertaining for her, at least then." She grins, "I'm not wearing this again for nothing." She gestured on her old obi, with the Uchiha cest on her back.
It makes Sasuke smirks, "I forgot how good you actually look in them."
Sakura let out an almost seductive giggle as she winks at him and disappear with a poof right after that.
Sasuke close his eyes, shaking his head. There was an upturn of his lips as he too, jump off to join his family.
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"I got you, Papa!" Sarada shouted as she let out her Lightning Ball's jutsu towards her father.
Sasuke however successfully dodge them with his impeccable sword skills. He swiftly moves towards Sarada with that katana of him, while Sarada retrieve her kunai from her weapon holster, ready to fight her father.
When their weapon clashed, Sasuke smile teasingly at Sarada who has a very determined look on her face. They indulge themselves with weapon fight for a few moment before Sarada skillfully wrapped her father with her wire strings. Her eyes shone with pride when she sees the string over her father's torso before her grin fell after her father turned into few logs.
"Substitution jutsu." She mumbles under her breath, and right at that moment is when she feels her mother's chakra running towards her. She makes a swift three hundred and sixty degree turn and ready her chakra infused fist only to meet with her mother's, causing a really strong effect making the debris around them flew up in the air.
"Mama!" She exclaimed, "I wasn't so ready."
Sakura's serious face didn't waver, "A ninja must always stay alert. Remember that, Sarada."
She and her mother went blow after blow as they fought using taijutsu only. When she feels like she's out of breath, she avoided her mother's punch and hop up onto a tree. Making the familiar hand sign for her fireball, she blow it to her mother's direction.
Sarada waits until the fire subsided. When it did, Sarada raises an eyebrow as it reveal that there was her parents, fighting in taijutsu at her mother's part and kenjutsu in her father's part.
Seeing them fighting was mesmerising. Each move was calculative, planned and definitely familiar. She can obviously see, while her mother was really strong, her father is faster. Her father's fighting style is beautiful. He looks so calm, and content as he moves and fight his wife. While her mother, even though a little sloppy compared to her father, is just as amazing to watch. It looks like they were dancing fiercely with weapons. And Sarada couldn't take her eyes off them. Those people right there were her parents. Her parents. Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha. Her mama and papa.
What surprised her was when her mother makes the sign of their family's fireball jutsu. Hers was huge, not as huge as her father's but definitely bigger than Sarada's.
"Did Mama always knew how to do fireball?" She spoke to herself.
And then, she heard her mother laugh. "So long since I last casted one of these, Sasuke-kun." She said.
Her father's smirk was obvious as he responded, "You're losing your touch, Sakura." And then her mother laughs again when Sasuke aims his phoenix flower jutsu while she throw a huge rock its way and swiftly moves away from the attack. She then appear behind Sasuke, readying her chakra infused fist to hit him. That was before Sasuke turn around, and catch her wrist. They were silent for a while as they stare at each other's eyes.
Sarada, who's still watching at the scene unfold many feet before her, sweat dropped, "Those two are having too much fun about this, being all cozy with each other."
A playful smirk appear across her face as a plan reside in her mind, "Well, get ready you both. Your lovely daughter is going to ruin the moment."
Sasuke and Sakura startled as the ground around them shook and cracked, which make them move apart from each other, both jumped to the different part of the ground.
"Hahh." Their daughter sounded, "Being all lovey dovey with your daughter in close range, huh?"
Sakura cheeks flushed with pink that almost rival her hair color, "Sarada." She scolded.
Sarada clutch her knuckle loosely and raise it up to her mouth as she giggles, "You and Papa really can't stop being the newly wed you are, aren't you?" She teased again.
Sasuke lowers his head, smile a little before he moves with his inhuman speed beside his wife. As if reading his thoughts, Sakura spoke, "Seems like our dear daughter is having fun ne, Anata?"
"Ahh." He agrees, "Maybe a little cooperation won't hurt, huh? Did she mention you and I couldn't work together?"
Both Sakura and Sasuke smirks as they watch their daughter's face morphed from teasing to that of a horror.
"She vaguely did."
"Vaguely, you say?"
Sakura cracked her knuckles, Sasuke sheathed his sword, and together they walk towards Sarada.
"W-wait! You shouldn't work together." She said almost shouted, stepping few steps back with each step her parents took, "You both traitors!" She exclaimed and clumsily throw her shurikens and kunais their way while she flee from sight, finding some place to calm herself down and formulate her own plan to defeat that traitor parents of hers.
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"Ahhh!" Sarada sighs as they walked into town, "You both ain't doing this fairly." She said to her parents.
"Heh, you started it." Sakura sounded.
"I didn't do anything."
"You helped your mother." It was her father pointing out.
Sarada gasped, "Is that what you think?" Of course not, they're just make an excuse.
"Of course. Why would you punched the ground if not to help your mother out of my hold?" Sasuke said, seriously. Sakura stifles a chuckle as they walk into the ramen restaurant they had promise to go after their sparring session.
"I did not. You both went all cozy and do the usual eye sex, and I had to stop that." Her hands were flailing around to explain herself.
Sasuke's eyes twitched at the word she used while Sakura sputters, "Sarada!" She shouted.
"Oops, sorry." She apologise, smiling sheepishly at her parents, while rubbing her cheek with her finger.
"Eh, Sarada."
"Sarada-Onee chan."
The Uchihas simultaneously turns their head to the direction of those voice. Sitting at a 4 seat table were the Uzumakis. Naruto, Hinata, Boruto and Himawari.
"Naruto." She heard her mother calls up.
"Sakura-chan. Why are you wearing your mission clothes all of a sudden?" The Seventh hokage sounded, looking confused.
"In fact, why are all of you look like you were just went out of a battle." That was Boruto, as he examined the them all.
"I didn't remember assign the three of you to any mission together." Naruto spoke, while they look at the Uchiha family take a table beside them.
It was Sasuke who spoke, "Sarada calls up a family spar session."
"Spar?" Boruto asked, his eyes twinkle with excitement.
Naruto sweat dropped, "Uchiha has a weird way to fill up their leisure time."
"That must be entertaining," Hinata smiles at the family, "It's been a long time since we spar together."
"It wasn't really sparring that Mama and Papa decided to go behind my back and attack me, both of them at once." Sarada cross her hands over her chest and look away from her parents.
At that, the Uzumakis laugh while Sakura blushes almost furiously and Sasuke ignored them, but with a hidden small smile on his face.
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miyalove · 4 years
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not quite enemies | bakugou
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—pairing: bakugo x fem!reader
—warnings: swearing, name calling, yelling, death threats, bakugou being his angry self, fluff *unedited
—synopsis: 2.9k | despite being his friend, it’s always fun to mess around with bakugou. today, you realized you went too far when you both get thrown into detention. you thought it was going to be a whole week of silent cleaning and death threats but to your surprise, he’s a lot more pleasant than you had originally thought.
—a/n: based off of this prompt #7 by @//raggedy-dxctor​!
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you and bakugou have an odd friendship, if that’s what you would even call it.
you’re constantly by his side, but it’s not just because you enjoy his presence, like his other friends do too but it’s because you just get a real kick out of making fun of him. you’ve known the blonde for years by now, you even dare say that your friendship goes further back than the one he has with midoriya! even despite your rocky friendship though, bakugou has a special place in you heart but you’d rather be caught dead then ever admit that aloud. 
every morning, you and midoriya walk to school together because you’re in the same neighborhood, and every morning right when you arrive to class you make a b-line straight for bakugou’s desk. it’s not just because you like messing around with him though, your desk just so happens to be perfectly placed right behind his. 
“good morning, katsuki,” your tone too sweet for him. as you settle yourself down in your seat, you see his red eyes steal an all too obvious glance your way but he makes no response. simply rolling his eyes, before staring back out the large glass windows.
most people would be offended and even peeved off that they just got brushed off by the bakugou katsuki but not you. no, you’ve known him long enough to know that this was merely a test to see if you’d actually continue talking to him like the good friends you are and just his luck, because you’re feeling extra friendly today!
you let out a light giggle thinking to yourself, the silent treatment never stopped me before, silly! smiling, you lean forward on your desk making sure your lips brush his ear as you whisper, “huh? didn’t you hear me? what is all that hair messing up your hearing?” to further piss him off, you punctuate your last question by lightly knocking on the crown of his head.
that surely got his attention. in a split second, he’s facing you. his seat flies back with how fast he stands. his features are morphed into an expression that vaguely reminds you of a feral animal baring it’s teeth. you have to force yourself to swallow down a laugh because honestly, who can take this angry little pomeranian seriously. despite you studying his face, you missed the light pink blush covering his ears or the way he slightly flinched when he felt your hot breath tickle his lobes. he’s thankful that you did though because if you did catch is two seconds of weakness he’d probably never live it down. 
“shut it, shitty girl, or else!”
you’re smirking as you look up at the enraged bakugou. he’s basically foaming at the mouth with how relaxed you are. most people are appalled at his words or even try and calm him down but no, you’re literally just making things worse.
sighing, you rest your chin on your palm as your fingers carelessly tap to a tune on your cheek. your teasing smile never fades, “or else what?” innocently, you tilt your head in question, your eyes meet his red ones filled with rage. you can’t help but to trace the tale tail signs of a classic bakugou tantrum from his features. 
with his brows furrowed so hard, you make a mental note on how that might cause permanent wrinkle damage for later banter with the blonde. his mouth is sneered, showing of his perfectly white teeth as they grind on each other and just like classic bakugou, he’s all up in your face.
before he was merely standing in front of your desk, nose in the air as a constant reminder that you’re below him. now, he’s inches apart from your face and if it were anyone else, you would have made a playful comment about how this was kissing distance but this isn’t one of the many boys you like to playfully flirt with. this is bakugou katsuki, the boy you love messing around with.
in a matter of seconds, you see the blonde claw his hands up. tiny explosions go off in his palms and you can’t help but study the smoke releasing from his palms. with how fast the explosions are going off, the room quickly is waffled with the smell of burnt chocolate.  
“or else i’ll kill you!” bakugou barks.
“you’ll kill me?” you speak unisons with his threat. his red eyes are wide and if looks could kill, you’d have already been 6ft under. at this point, this argument as already gotten the whole classes’ attention. 
in the corner of your eyes, you see the blue-hair representative already stiffly march towards the two of you. yaororozu, quickly stands up in her seat too most definitely looking to break up your fun time. 
with those two quickly coming on your ass, you won’t be able to mess around with him until later on in the day. how sad that they had to ruin your fun and so early too! unwillingly, you pout at the idea of letting bakugou go. you can’t give up, no, that’s not like you at all. you can’t have this feral hero-wannabe think he’s won. 
before you were smirking up at a frenzied bakugou who was practically ready to murder you six different times. now, you lean back into your seat placing your feet up on the desk, your skirt casually rests on your legs.
you shift all your weight on the two back legs of your chair, rocking slightly forward and back. to anyone, even to bakugou, you looked like the human embodiment of unbothered. your hands rest at the back of your head, lightly fingering through your own tresses. 
your colored hues meet his own glossed over red ones. you want to see him react when you deliver the final blow. forcing out a yawn, one of your hands cover your mouth to emphasis your movements, “we’ve all heard that one before and yet i’m still here. nobody likes liars, katsuki.”
what comes nexts happens so fast. considering your close proximity, you should have known better than to provoke the blonde, but you can’t go back to fix it now. all at once, bakugou’s pulls back his arm, open palm and all, shouting excitedly about something you couldn’t really catch not with the explosion that comes echoing seconds after the words leave his lips. the blonde’s open palm cames crashing down on your desk and once he made contact, a loud boom echoes in the room. 
light flashed in your eyes causing you to go blind for a few seconds. gasps were heard and screams of protests too. you just hoped that the classmates around you were okay. you’re quick to to move out of the way of his blasts, thankful that you’ve been training hard because if you hadn’t have developed your reflexes more you would have definitely been a goner.
when the dust finally settles, and you feel your heart beat steady. the air clears and you let out a sigh of relief when you see your all your classmates are safe and sound. your desk is gone, instead it’s a pile of dust spread out on the floor of your classroom. 
above that pile is bakugou katsuki. he’s standing before you eyes crazed and shoulders straightened out. his stance is strong and when you see him kick back his feet into his classic fighting stance, you realize what he’s proposing. 
there’s a part of you that wants to say yes to his silent offering. in fact, you have to stop yourself from fully charging at the boy. your shoulders tense, hands clenched into hard fist. what the hell was this boy thinking just throwing out random explosions like that? he could have killed someone!
“what got nothing to say now, shitty girl?” it takes everything in you to not respond. you bite back your tongue as you scan the crowd of your classmates. kaminari is shaking in the corner of the room while iida, yaoyorozu, and even kirishima are screaming at you and bakugou to stop. at least that’s what you think they’re saying. the ringing in your ears hasn’t really stopped yet...
you look for a set of green eyes and but you never find them. shaking your head, you dust yourself off of any remaining soot before finding your seat again.
“i didn’t think you would attack me like that, katsuki,” dragging your chair from across the room, the sound of metal squeaking across the ground accompanies your words. you line it back up to where it once was and take a seat. 
“you almost had me, really,” crossing your legs over the other, you lean forward resting elbow on your knee, “better luck next time though.”
okay so maybe this time him trying to attack you again was your fault. the key word in that last statement being: trying. right as he let out a ferocious growl and another lovely string of insults come fluttering out of his pretty little mouth, white scarves wrapped around his torso and arms successfully restraining the wild beast.
there at the entrance of the door was your sleep deprived teacher with his eyes glowing and physics denying hair. you would never admit it aloud but your glad he came just in the nick of time because in all honesty, if you ever were to go up against bakugou in a fight you know you’d loose.
he’s a lot stronger, faster, and strategic than you are. not to day that you’re the weakest of the weak but bakugou is the #1 in your class for a reason. there’s no doubt in you head you’d loose, but you’d still give it your all if it ever came down to it... thank whatever god out there that it didn’t!
you can hear the muffled screams of your friend as aizawa pulls him back with his scarf. you can’t help but to let out a small laugh as he struggles against the restraints. bakugou even goes as far as biting on them like some kind of animal. sometimes, you really enjoyed the shenanigans the blonde brings to the table even if they aren’t meant to be funny.
“oh thank god you’re here, mr. aizawa!” you hear yaoyorozu plead.
mina’s the next one to speak up, “yeah, these two were like totally going crazy! it was beyond scary!” her cheery jab lifts a weight off your shoulders. you’re glad to know that at least one of your classmates doesn’t hold bakuogu’s outburst against you.
“bakugou, (y/n). i hope you know this little scene the two of you caused will have harsh consequences,” iida’s practically shouting over all the other commotion of your classmates. you quirk a brow up at your friend, realizing that perhaps you did push it a little too far this time.
now standing next to aizwa, bakugou doesn’t have the restraints on him. instead, aiwaza looms over the blonde’s figure ready to strike at him.
“i agree with iida. what the two of you did displayed ignorance,” his black eyes stare you down from across the room. you shutter at his intense gaze. “and indiscipline.” he ends his sentence by pointedly glaring at a grumbling bakugou by his side. 
“detention for both of you will be required at the end of class starting today and ending next week monday. hope this’ll gives you two time to think how dangerous that stunt was,” you want to protest but you don’t feel you’re in the right to do so. so you nod, taking the heat from aizawa and just sit there. however, your partner in crime doesn’t handle the news as great as you do. 
bakugou let’s out a scoff, “detention? you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” 
enraged eyes clash with yours form across the room, it looks like he wants to say more but one harsh glare from your teacher has him shutting up. 
“glad we’re in agreement then,” bakugou let’s out a harsh whatever before strutting to his seat in front of you. “now everyone else take your seats, class is beginning.”
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there’s a silence between the two of you that you can’t exactly pin point why it bothers you so much. once class was over, aizawa demanded the class to leave things the way they were so you and bakugou can tidy after everyone. 
it was a cruel punishment; cleaning, but you figured that at least bakugou was there which meant more hands to help. you didn’t know what you were expecting when the classroom finally emptied and it was just the two of you alone. 
perhaps you thought that he’d go after you again. it was the perfect opportunity to do so. your teacher was gone, your classmates were gone, and the two of you would be alone for an hour or so. when you came back with the brooms and mops, you slide the large door open and braced yourself for impact— but nothing came.
you froze at the door, clutching onto the cleaning supplies with your dear life waiting for bakugou to do something, anything... but when nothing came, you peeked open one eye only to be meet with the blonde a few feet away from you.
he scowls at your figure, nothing new, before coming towards you and grabbing the broom out of your grip, “hurry up, shitty girl. i have places to be after school and if we don’t get this done fast, i’ll—”
it surprises you when he doesn’t finish. it’s unlike bakugou to just let words die on his tongue unless something’s really caught him off guard. you can’t help but to be curious. following his figure, you creep behind him as he starts to sweep the floor.
lifting your self up on a desk, your legs dangle in the air. bakugou’s figure isn’t too far from yours. in fact if you reach out your hand, you could probably play with his hair. you stare at his figure, wide eyed and interested. what has gotten the bakugou katsuki so off guard and quiet?
“you’ll what?” 
he doesn’t bother looking at you. he continues to sweep at the dust refusing to give you the satisfaction of his attention. that’s probably what you want anyways. since day one, you’ve always been this force to be reckoned with. since you and him were kids, bakugou has seen you as the one constant in his life that, believe it or not, he didn’t absolutely despise (not as much as that green haired bastard at least).
you were his equal since day one, and when you finally developed your strong quirk the two of you ruled over all the playgrounds and schools. sure, you’d both butt head every now and then but you were and still are kids. that’s what kids do! 
it’s takes literal seconds for him to forgive you whenever you get too out of hand and the exact same thing could be said about you. that’s why there was no surprise attack. not only would that be a cheap shot, which is something bakugou never does, but also because it’s in the past now. if he did some stupid shit like that to you, you’d have instantly forgiven him. he knows because of past experiences...
“i’ll kill you.”
it comes out as a whisper. a mere mumble of words that said from anyone else, would worry you but it’s from bakugou, one of your closest friends (even if you won’t ever admit that). 
an unfamiliar feelings burdens your chest. it’s heavy as you feel it weigh down on your breathing, hitching your breath every once in a while. letting out a shaky sigh, your lips are pulled into a smile.
a real one this time, not one with malicious intent. not a smirk, that’s meant to make the blonde before you feel lesser. no, this is a real and rare smile with your teeth showing off and everything.
“predictable, much?” giggling, you grab at the dust pan laying on a lone desk. squatting down, you line the pan with bakugou’s pile of dirt he’s been working on since you got here. his gaze switches from the pile to you. his eyes linger for a little too long to be considered normal, before letting out a harsh sigh and sweeping it in.
“maybe only to you, freak.” he lets out on of those chuckles that he tries to play off as anything but a laugh but you know him better than that. and when you roll your eyes, you can’t help but admire the young boy before you.
you’re impressed to say the least. how he managed to control his rage just for you makes you a little giddy inside. an unfamiliar tickle in your stomach makes you suddenly queazy. as you stare, with a gleaming grin softly lined on your lips you figured bakugou thought it was a good time to return the favor.
he smiles down at you. head raised high and the ends of his lips barley turn up. if you hadn’t been studying him, you’d have missed his small but bright grin. as he stares down at you, one things comes to mind; maybe this loser isn’t all that bad after all. 
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akatsukinojutsu · 3 years
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this warm feeling -- uchiha madara
Anon:  Hi! Can I request a scenerio where madara realizes he likes reader and finally admits to it after seeing them talking to someone else. Can make it nsfw with some jealousy and whatnot haha thank you! :)
Madara realizes that you mean more to him than just a hole for him to fill. warnings: madara being an ass and nsfw content [gif not mine]
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Each night seemed to begin and end the same. On 8:00 PM on the dot your knuckles would drum across the wood of Madara’s front door. It would open slowly and Madara would greet you in the doorway. He always seemed to be disinterested that it was time for your nightly routine and he was always shirtless. You weren’t sure if this was a ploy to get you into bed faster but it gave you a mix of emotions nonetheless.
 After taking a step back to let you in, he would inform you that your tea was ready and it waited for you on the table. As you would approach the table, Madara would close the door but his eyes wouldn’t leave you. His dark orbs observed your curves hungrily. That ass? In that skirt? Astonishing as always.
After several moments of silence, you would ask him how his day was and he’d give you the same curt reply. “Nothing unusual.”
Hmm, okay... More awkward silence for several more moments and he would ask about yours.
You’d ramble on about what you did and he would sip on his tea while he listened. But the entire time he thought about the dirty things he would be doing to you soon. As well as your loud moans in his ear.
However, there was more that he felt but he just pushed it down beneath his raw erotic desires.
Madara always finished his tea first and he would then push himself from the floor to cross the table to meet you. His rough palms wrapped around your shoulders and gave them a strong squeeze. The squeeze happened a few more times and then proceeded into a massage. The Uchiha’s grip was immense and he kneaded your body like clay; it would continue until you oozed into his grasp.
Next was the best part. The sex.
Madara’s favorite position to put you in was on your hands and knees. He would prop himself behind you and give you the pounding of a lifetime. Madara loved to wrap your hair in his fingers and use them like handlebars. He was the passenger and you were the bicycle that he loved to ram his dick in. “Say my name, [Y/N]!” he’d yell out, the sound of smacking filled the room and most likely could be heard outside. You could barely croak out a sensible word. Madara would quicken his pace and make his force harder, enough to push the barrier between ecstasy and pain. It would continue until he could hear his name cry from your throat. “Madara!”
He would finish and remove himself from your hole; then proceed to flop on his back and wipe the sweat from his forehead. He would smack your ass for a job well done then grab your head, push you toward him and kiss your lips. After he’d pull away from your face, Madara would roll onto his side with his back faced toward you and quickly fall asleep. Which left you to do whatever -- alone.
It hurt because you craved his affection, the kisses he left you made you feel good but his demeanor that he would display afterward would leave you feeling empty.
Lastly, the night would end with you dressing yourself and heading home. You didn’t feel welcomed enough at the time to stay the night.
However, this night in particular... ended in a different way.
You closed the door to Madara’s and allowed it to lock as you left. A rumble of thunder rolled across the dark sky that hovered over Konohagakure. “Shit!” you cursed as you attempted to shield yourself from the rain with your arm. Rain began to fall from the sky, drops here and there.
Your apartment was several miles away and maybe if you ran fast enough, you’d outrun the rain. A pep talk later, you took off in a dash in the direction of your home. But just your luck, the rain transformed from a few drops to a full downpour. Your entire body was drenched and you barely were a yard from Madara’s.
Then you heard a man calling out to you. “Hey!” You stopped in your tracks and turned in a circle to try and locate the voice. “Madara?!” you called out. Someone ran from a building to your aid. It wasn’t Madara but a man that you were not familiar with.
He was similar in stature and weight as Madara. His hair was long, brown, and straight which rested just blew his chest. His skin was fair but his cheeks had a red warmth to them (as far as you could tell in the dark) and his eyes were brown like chocolate.
And in the man’s right hand was an umbrella which was now shielding you.
“What is a beautiful woman like you doing in the rain at an hour like this?” he asked with concern. You were silent as his beauty hit you like a ton of bricks. His brows furrowed and he placed a tender hand on your shoulder, “Are you mute?” But you finally spat out a babbled sentence, “Oh, no, no! I-I am just trying to go home.” you blushed.
“Well, why don’t we wait in my family’s café? Let’s get you warm.” he pointed at a doorway across the road that was warmly lit with candles; above the building were the word “CAFE”, painted on wooden blocks that were connected by string.
He introduced himself as Ko. He was originally from Kirigakure but migrated here with is family to start a new life. His family’s life revolved around tea but he wished for so much more, he told you of his dreams of traveling the world. Ko offered you as much tea as it would take to get you warm and when the rain stopped, you informed him you had to go home.
“Will I ever see you again?” he asked just as you got up to leave. You wanted to answer yes but the image of Madara invaded your thoughts... “Possibly!” you thanked him for his hospitality and left in a rush.
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It had been weeks since Madara had seen you. You hadn’t come around on your nightly routine for his cock. Nor had he seen you anywhere in the village. He started to think that either you had fled or died.
Madara decided to take a stroll to meet Hashirama and maybe get his opinion on his thoughts. Since he was the Hokage, maybe, maybe, he had seen you recently.
Then he heard a sound all too familiar --  your laugh.
It came from a café that recently opened and he peeked into the doorway. Madara’s eyes laid on your immediately and then rested on the person that was directly to your side. A long, brown haired male.
Anger began to boil in his stomach and his face turned red with frustration. WHO WAS HE? AND WHY WAS HE SITTING WITH YOU? SO CLOSE!?
The Uchiha desperately wanted to storm inside, grab you by your arm, drag you all the way to his home, and let you know just who you were. You were his. Weren’t you?
Madara used you to get his rocks off but obviously he could get that from anyone. What made you so special?
Was it the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed? Or how your eyes lit up the room anytime you spoke about something you were passionate about? Or maybe -- it was the tender touch of your hand on his skin when you stared into his dark eyes. Possibly it was the way your luscious lips pressed together when you were about to speak his name...
Maybe -- there was more to you than just sex.
There was! You gave Madara a warm feeling that he thought was long gone. He wanted you to be laughing with him in that café, not whoever this idiot was.
Madara left before you could notice him and headed straight toward the floral shop. He purchased the largest bouquet of red roses mixed with yellow daisies. The Uchiha was pleased with his purchase and thought about what to say the entire time as he made his way to your apartment.
8:00PM on the dot.
Madara knocked on your door and was troubled slightly when you didn’t answer right away. So, he knocked again. No answer. But he did hear some rustling inside, one more round of knocking...
“Coming! Coming!” you called from inside. His heart raced in his chest as he could hear your footsteps getting closer. Madara felt like a boy again, he wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.
You opened the door and were shocked to see Madara. Even more shocked to see a giant bouquet of flowers that nearly hid his face behind their bright colors. “M-Madara?!”
He pushed them toward you and you happily took them into your grasp with a smile. “W-Where did you get these? They’re beautiful!” you pressed your nose to their soft petals and took a deep breath in, their aroma filled you with joy.
Your eyes closed as you continued to breathe in their fragrance and when you opened them, they connected with Madara. A faint smile remained on his lips and suddenly he was on you. His hands cupped your waist and pushed you into your apartment. He closed the door with his foot and backed you up into a wall. His lips crashed onto your and he kissed you with passion. Something that he had never done during any of your many sessions of sex.
The kiss didn’t break for several minutes, tongue wrestled and the vase that the gorgeous bouquet was in fell from your hands and shattered on the floor. The two of you were so entangled in the heat of passion that the sounds of the destroyed glass didn’t faze either of you. Both were absorbed in the passionate tongue wrestling that was occurring.
Madara finally pulled away and the fingers of his right hand lightly traced circles on your cheek.
“I think I love you, [Y/N].”
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rocorambles · 4 years
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Assumptions
Pairing: Hinata x Reader x Kageyama
Genre: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Mild Dub-con, Overstimulation
Summary: Your breath catches when a toothy smirk lights up his face. “Now, I think the idiot and I have months of teasing to pay you back for.” 
Requested by Anon
You lay your head on Hinata’s shoulder, giggling at something on the screen. Usually the redhead would be laughing right with you, but his mind is hardly on the episode of One Piece as he flushes at the feeling of your hair brushing against his neck and the warmth of your body seeping into his side. He thinks about how the two of you got here as he subtly takes comfort in the sweet smell of your shampoo. As a pro athlete, he had searched for a sports medicine doctor that he could go to regularly. Your office had been recommended to him by Bokuto, so one brisk Saturday morning, he had trekked over, excited to start talking about a nutrition plan and health regimen to keep him in top shape, when he opened the office door and saw you. He internally cringes in embarrassment when he remembers what a stuttering fool he had been at that first meeting, but you had been so kind and after a few appointments, he had finally been able to act like a relatively normal human being around you (well, as normal as Hinata could be anyway). 
It took almost half a year before he finally had the nerve to ask you to come to one of his volleyball matches, but the sight of you in the audience ignited something within him and he moved faster and jumped higher than he ever had before. A few more matches  with you watching and some encouragement from Bokuto finally had him nervously asking if you wanted to hang out sometime and he thought he would faint from sheer happiness when you said yes. Your hangouts had begun as just casual meals spent together, but as the two of you got to know each other better, you began to go to each other’s homes and throw on anime while the two of you played games or talked. He had been content just being around you, but one day while the two of you sat on his couch, something startled you on the screen and you had reached out to clutch his hand instinctively. Hinata blushed so hard his face almost matched the color of his hair and you had profusely apologized, but he had rapidly shook his head and sidled closer to you. Biting his lower lip nervously, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and his heart fluttered as you leaned into his touch and rested your head on his chest. 
Your physical contact never goes beyond innocent, flirtatious motions. A gentle connecting of hands, a warm embrace, a comforting hold. And Hinata relishes every moment of it. Every brush of your skin sparks a bolt of electricity within him and he begins to wonder what it would be like to have you by his side as more than just a friend. As he stares down at your face illuminated by the flickering screen, he promises himself that he’ll ask you to officially date him soon before returning his attention to the TV.
Finally finding the courage within himself to ask you the big question, he excitedly asks if you’re free this coming Saturday, but is crestfallen when you reply that you already had plans. He mopes with his phone in hand when a ball suddenly smacks him in the face. With a yelp and a glower, he looks up only to find Sakusa staring unamused at him and he sheepishly returns to practice, putting his thoughts of you on pause. The week passes and exhausted after the grueling practices, Bokuto, Atsumu, and he slump down at a nearby restaurant on Saturday to enjoy their day off together. The atmosphere is comfortable as the three teammates ramble aimlessly about different subjects when Bokuto gapes down at his phone screen. “Hey, hey, hey! I didn’t know Kageyama and Y/N knew each other.” Stunned to hear his old friend’s name and your name in the same sentence, Hinata grabs the phone out of Bokuto’s hands and stares in disbelief at the picture displayed. 
You look so cute in the Instagram picture and that’s all Hinata can focus on at first, but he scowls as he sees Kageyama standing next to you, holding a baby goat in his hands. He’s far too close to you and your arms are practically touching in the photo, but what enrages Hinata is the way Kageyama stares at you in the picture. He recognizes the look in his eyes. It’s a look he knows far too well. It’s a look he knows he wears every time you’re with him. He returns Bokuto’s phone with slumped shoulders as Bokuto excitedly wonders out loud when the two of you started dating. Dating? Were you two dating? Hinata pauses at that thought, but misery settles in his stomach when he concludes Bokuto’s probably right. That night, when he stands in his shower, he lets his tears mix with the water as he gives up on pursuing you. 
Kageyama grumbles as you shove the furry creature into his arms. He’s never had a good relationship with animals and he’s convinced that all animals just naturally dislike him. But you had given him those damn puppy eyes and insisted that you could prove him wrong, which is how you both find yourselves in a petting zoo now. He’s tense. He’s almost certain the baby goat in his arms is also tense. But as he watches you gently pet and coo at the little animal in his arms, he can feel his muscles relax and he continues staring, entranced by the soft smile that finds its way on your lips. 
You had also been recommended as a sports medicine doctor for him (turns out you were a favorite of many players in the Japanese Volleyball Association) and he remembers how awkward the first few appointments had been. He knows he’s not the most social person and he’d never talked to many members of the opposite sex before, so it had taken a while for the two of you to find a comfortable cadence. But you were patient and it didn’t take long before he felt at ease around you...so at ease that he had asked you if you wanted to get a milkshake with him after one of your sessions together. He doesn’t really know what drove him to ask you that, but he doesn’t regret it as it led to more milkshake and frozen yogurt hangouts (he had never really gotten over his love for milk). 
Your petting zoo outing comes to an end and you cheer on Kageyama for going out of his way to approach some of the other animals and successfully petting them. As he soothingly rocks a little piglet in his arms, he smiles at you and wonders if you two could be more than friends one day. With that thought tucked in the back of his mind, he walks you home before returning home and going to sleep.
Drenched with sweat and panting for breath, Kageyama takes advantage of the break his team is taking and quickly scans his phone. He rolls his eyes at the Snapchat notification he gets from Hinata and opens it, preparing himself for another idiotic photo, when he freezes. You’re adorable even in a plain t-shirt and shorts and your concentrated face as you try to jump and smack a volleyball down makes Kageyama’s heart clench. But his jaw clenches in irritation when the screen pans over to Hinata’s smiling face giving a peace sign to the camera and cheerily exclamining about how he’d make you a great ace in no time. How did the two of you know each other? You were so close that Hinata was teaching you volleyball? Why hadn’t you ever asked him to show you some stuff? His mind can only jump to one conclusion and he’s surprised his phone doesn’t break in his bone crushing grip as he grits his teeth at the realization that you two must be dating. He doesn’t fully understand why his heart hurts so much at the thought and why he can feel water pooling at the corner of his eyes, but any thought of you being more than a friend disappears as he gets back up and returns to the court.
A few months pass and the annual Japanese Volleyball Association formal takes place. Hinata walks around the venue catching up with familiar faces he’s played with over the season, but he tenses when he sees Kageyama. He mentally scolds himself. There’s no reason why he shouldn’t be anything other than happy to see one of his oldest and closest friends, but your face flashes in his head and he feels a pang in his heart as he begins chatting with the setter. They laugh and reminisce on their old high school days, but after a lull sets in, Hinata broaches the topic that’s been eating at him. “How are things with your girlfriend, Kageyama?” 
Kageyama chokes on his drink and stares incredulously at the redhead. “What are you talking about? I’m not dating anyone, boke.” Hinata stares at him, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, before bursting into a tirade of questions and interrogation. Kageyama’s brows furrow more and more as he starts making sense of the torrent of words coming out of the shorter male’s mouth. “Hinata, I thought YOU were dating her!” Both athletes stare at each other stunned and at first relief washes through both of them when they realize you’re still single, but lingering feelings of jealousy and frustration begin to rise up within them. Had you just been stringing the two of them along this whole time? Were you even interested in them? You had to be, right? Hinata thinks on the nights you’d cuddled with him on his couch. Kageyama remembers the times you’d wiped frozen yogurt off of his face for him with your fingers before playfully winking at him as you licked the remains off your hand. Yes, you had to be. Dark blue and hazel eyes meet and it feels like they’re back at Karasuno all over again, working together to defeat the other team and teach them a lesson about insulting the flightless crows. Except it’s only you on the other side of the net. It’s only you they’ll be teaching a lesson. 
When Hinata asks you to come over and hangout the following weekend, you think nothing of it and quickly agree, excited to spend some time with the bundle of energy. Walking inside his apartment, you’re ready to just start chatting when a figure on his couch leaves you speechless. “Kageyama, what are you doing here? You guys know each other?” Shocked, you stare at the two volleyball players in front of you and something primal flares inside of you at the intense gazes they pin you with. Hinata makes the first move and you’re stunned by the crashing of lips against yours. Instinctively you melt into the kiss, overwhelmed by the amount of excitement and energy behind it. It’s sloppy and wet, but that only fuels the fire beginning to burn in your stomach. Hinata pulls away first and as you both pant for breath, you shudder as sharp hazel eyes bore into you. “Wh-what-” You don’t even have time to stutter out a question before Hinata draws his face even nearer to yours until all you can smell is his citrusy scent. 
“You liked that, right? So you like me, right?” Before he can say anything else, he’s shoved aside and suddenly piercing blue eyes are right in front of you and your lips are once again captured, but this time it’s more careful, more precise, but no less intense as you whimper at the silent dominance. Kageyama lets you catch your breath and you dazedly stare at him as he searches your face for an answer. But an answer to what? “You liked that too, right? Does that mean you also like me? Do you like both of us?” 
Flabbergasted, you stand there without replying as you try to come to terms with the turmoil of emotions entangled within you. You’re not a fool. You know you’ve been flirting heavily with both athletes for a while now and it was only a matter of time before one or the other confronted you about it. But you certainly hadn’t expected both of them to do it at the same time. You stare up into their faces and you almost cower at how small you feel. Stature wise, you’ve always been a lot smaller than the two pro-athletes, but the feral intensity in both their eyes and the way their bodies are taut with nerves as they look down at you makes you feel miniscule. You’re positive you could literally cut the tension in the air as they wait for you to reply. But what could you reply with? The reason you hadn’t ever tried explicitly hinting at something more than close friendship was that you felt something for both of them. How was that fair to either of them? What kind of slut isn’t satisfied with just one person? They deserve something better. Someone who can fully devote and love them fully.
You don’t realize you’ve voiced your thoughts out loud until you're knocked out of your rambling by strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into a firm chest. Tears well in your eyes as you feel the rumble of Hinata’s voice from your position. “You’re so silly, Y/N. I wish you had told us how you felt sooner. We don’t care about any of that. We only want you.” You stare up into Hinata’s grinning face and you feel a watery smile twitch at your lips, but you turn your head around at the feeling of strong hands on your shoulders. Kageyama has a smaller smile on his face, but your heart melts at the affection in his eyes as he nods in agreement with Hinata’s words. But your breath catches when a toothy smirk lights up his face. “Now, I think the idiot and I have months of teasing to pay you back for.” Those words are barely out of the setter’s mouth when you’re picked up bridal style by the redhead and rushed over to his bedroom.
You knew Hinata was abnormally fast, but you’re still caught off-guard by how quickly you’re thrown on his bed and your brain can barely keep up with the speed in which he strips down and positions himself on top of you, toned arms on either side of your face and muscular thighs spreading your legs apart. You moan into the fervent kiss he plants on your lips and you swear it feels like the sun is shining on you, but you bite your lip in anticipation as he quickly works his way down your body, pushing your shirt and bra up and sliding your pants and panties off while kissing as much of your skin as he can access. You flush when you look down and just see him staring in amazement at your most intimate part. Out of self-consciousness, you try to close your legs, but his hands gently hold your thighs in place as he continues to take in the sight. “Oi, Hinata, are you actually going to do anything or are you just going to sit and stare at her like an idiot?” Hinata scowls at Kageyama, but he immediately dives into your drenched heat and you wail at the feeling of a tongue and lips eagerly lapping every drop of your essence. You’re overwhelmed by the enthusiasm behind his actions and you begin panting as you try to keep up with the way he seems to suck and lick every inch of your lower mouth. Your back arches as he goes even deeper and his tongue swirls at a rapid pace within you. He hasn’t even touched your clit and yet you can feel the flood of juices pouring out of you in streams that Hinata’s quick to slurp up. 
Kageyama observes your face twisted in ecstasy, trying to memorize every expression you make, but not wanting to be outdone by Hinata, he leans over and sucks on one of your already hardened nipples while his hand toys with the other. You feel delirious at the feeling of multiple mouths and hands on you and you try to push the two of them away, telling them you’re about to cum and that you’d rather cum with their cocks inside you, but they just intensify their actions and you scream as you reach your peak when Hinata frantically flicks your clit with his tongue and Kageyama gives a harsh pinch to one of your nipples. Exhausted, you slump down into the sheets, but you yelp as strong hands grab your waist and you feel something hard begin to push into your still sensitive walls. “Hinata, no! It’s too soon-AH.” Your eyes roll back at the feeling of Hinata bottoming out inside of you, stretching you so well and you stare dumbly up into Kageyama’s smirking face as he leers down at you. “One orgasm isn’t going to cut it. You owe us a lot more for leading us both on for months. We’re not stopping until Hinata and I both feel like you’ve learned your lesson.”
You can’t even think about replying as broken cries leave your mouth with every thrust of Hinata’s hips. He’s pistoning in and out of you so fast, giving you no chance to adjust to his pace or size and you sob in pleasure at the mix of pain and pleasure lancing through you with every movement. You clutch at his forearms, trying to ground yourself, but it’s no use and your body continues writhing as you feel yourself reaching the top of the cliff once more. Seeing the way your body is beginning to tighten, Kageyama resumes working over your nipples and that’s all it takes for your mouth to open in a silent scream as your body spazzes and twitches as your release hits you. Hinata moans at the way you tighten around him and the way your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock and with a few more snaps of his hips, he joins you in post-orgasmic bliss. 
Your brain feels like mush and you don’t even acknowledge the feeling of Hinata slipping out of you as you lay there, toes and fingers still twitching every now and then as lingering pleasure trails through your nerves. But you almost sob as you feel your body once again being rearranged as a longer frame hovers above you. Kageyama leans down to gently kiss you. “One more. Be good and give me one more.” You clench your eyes at the feeling of a longer shaft penetrating you, reaching further than Hinata had and lust once again begins to painfully coil within you. You’re thankful for the fact that Kageyama’s movements are slower as he starts a languid pace, but moans begin to spill out of your lips as you fully experience and feel the way his length drags and slides against your quivering walls. Every movement is carefully measured and Kageyama watches you with hawk eyes as he continues his thorough assault. You take comfort in the way Hinata lies by your side and soothingly strokes your hair and murmurs how beautiful you are and it’s the mix of praise and pleasure that have you falling apart a third time and you bury yourself in Hinata’s hold as you ride out your orgasm. It feels impossibly good, but it’s laced with pain as it takes everything in your body to contract and break apart again without the chance to fully put itself together. It doesn’t take much longer for Kageyama to follow you as he groans at the view of your face contorted in pleasure and his hips speed up as he loses himself in the warmth of your cunt until he fully settles within you with a final grind of his hips as he fills the rubber encasing him. 
Your arched back collapses and you bonelessly lie there with unseeing eyes as overexertion and mind-numbing pleasure crash down upon you. Hinata continues cuddling you and affirming how good you were for them as Kageyama cleans the three of you with a wet cloth. Your throat is hoarse and you couldn’t even move your spent body if you wanted to, but as Hinata continues filling your ears with sweet words and as Kageyama protectively holds you close, there’s no place you’d rather be.        
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nemycchi · 3 years
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Delusion
A Childe X Lumine Fanfiction
Rating : Not Rated
Tags : Psychological, Mild Angst, Character Death
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During moments of utter silence, Childe recalls that which Lumine once told him about a book she had read from a far away land. 
"It is of utmost importance that those who seek to fight monsters must not become one in the process." 
He likes to think that perhaps, by mentioning it, she had once hoped that he would be reminded of his main aspiration—to conquer the world that is, and not to simply bathe in the blood of his enemies. 
It has its merits, he admits—for he finds himself fighting alongside her during the turning point of the war, the darkness in him dampened by the white light she emits—cleansing the corruption that has resided in him for the longest time. 
This too though, reminds him of another of her words. 
"The deep dark abyss—stare for too long and it would stare back to those who dare." 
It is true, for he knows that ever since he dropped down that hole in the world, he emerged as a monster that is only tamed by bloodshed. 
And from the moment he knew Lumine, perhaps by her as well. 
He has always carried a portion of that so-called abyss, feeling its vines wrapping inside his very being. He is a monster, that much is true, but tamed as one can be, he became a tool under her commands. 
He does not care, for it is times with her when the whispers of the dark become muted—turned into nothing but echoes of the past. 
"Childe? Breakfast?" 
The man spies her slender form by the doorframe of his bedroom, sees her domestically ushering his sleepy person into the kitchen and he feels as though he had achieved that which he desires, with her by his side. 
To conquer the world. 
They did. They won. And it was all that he could ask for. 
Celestia is no more. The abyss is no more. It is just him, Lumine and the rest of the world. 
He smiles as he sits down at the table, reaching for her hand as she places the bowl of steaming Calla Lily Seafood Soup before him. 
"Oh, my favorite. What's the occasion, girlie?"
"Mhm, nothing in particular. Just wanted to cook something special for you." she smiles back and he thinks he saw the glimmer of stars beyond her eyes. 
Or perhaps it was nothing but an illusion, masking the deeper end of the void he is familiar with—if such end even existed. 
Childe shakes his head for he believes that that is not the case. Lumine is here with him. And the abyss is no more. It is no more. 
And if the calling of that dark bud inside him grows too strong anyhow, he knows she is here to defeat it for him. 
For she is also perhaps a monster in her own rights. 
 
--☆☆☆--
 
The bags under his eyes, and the haunted looks in his face tell everyone that he is far from recovered but everytime someone comes to ask him how he is faring, he will do nothing but face them with a smile before answering. 
"I'm very much fine! Lumine takes good care of me." 
If there were curious glances sent his way, he does not care. They must be seething inside—jealous that it was him who conquered her heart by the end of it all. 
The savior and the reformed harbinger.
What a perfect love story—great as a tale to pass down from generations to generations. He sighs at the thought. 
"Childe, pardon my query but I must ask—how have you truly been?" 
He already lost count of how many times the same question had been asked of him. 
He stops walking—to face the former Geo Archon a few steps behind. 
"I do not understand why everyone keeps on asking the same question. I already told you i'm fine, didn't I?" 
Oh how he hates it when they ask—as if they were doubting his princess' ability to care for him, for it was her who has been on his bed, in his kitchen, in his very house ever since the world achieved true peace. 
They do not understand just how capable Lumine is. 
And they will never know, if he has anything to say. 
"Though we are but friends, I must express my deep concern. The dips on your cheeks beg to differ from that which you uttered." 
The blue in his eyes shift into something malicious, to that belonging to the beast he keeps inside. 
"With all due respect, Mr. Zhongli. I do not appreciate the implications of what you just said. You asked and I answered." He pauses. 
The abyss is no more for Lumine is with him. 
"I shall be going now. My wife is waiting for me at home." 
As he walks away, he ignores the burning gaze on his back. It's fine. That former god does not matter. 
What matters is him and Lumine while the rest of the world could go crash and burn, he thinks. 
 
--☆☆☆--
 
"Tough day at work?" 
Childe sidles up to her side, wrapping an arm around the apron-covered waist of his beloved. He kisses her temple with reverence—for it is what she deserves. 
"Not really. It was just Mr. Zhongli. And others. Being annoyingly repetitive as always." He grumbles, tucking her head under his chin. 
The small hand resting atop his chest tightens against his clothes. 
"Do they... not approve of me?" She asks almost inaudibly. 
He was quick to deny the preposterous thought. 
"Don't listen to them. They do not matter, girlie." 
Childe feels her shift and he looks down at her. 
Golden pools decorated by the glittering of stars—of tears, he realizes, meet his abyssal depths. 
"Are you... are you going to leave me?" 
He brushes the hair out of her forehead and tucks the strays behind her ears before promptly brushing away the tears that cascaded from her eyes. 
"Never. You are mine, Lumine. As much as I am yours." 
Even the sweetest wine cannot compare to the smile that adorns her face after his declaration. She buries her head on his chest once more, arms crossing behind him, bestowing him with nothing else but warmth. 
Childe thinks for a second, that this moment is perhaps the best there is in the world. And he knows he is ruined for anything else.
It is impossible to feel anything akin to this feeling and he strongly believes that the desire to even experience it from others aside his princess does not exist anymore. 
 
--☆☆☆--
 
The sound of deliberate knocking at the door rouses the harbinger from his sleep. Childe growls in annoyance at whoever is behind that piece of wood as he untangles his limbs from the goddess laying beside him. 
He kisses the top of her head before deciding to rise and check who their visitor is. 
He stills when the one in front of his humble abode makes himself known. 
Zhongli, of course. 
"Mr. Zhongli, why the early visit?" 
The man only hums before crossing his arms, pinning him with a serious gaze. 
"May I come in, Childe?"
"Ah, of course." 
He lets him in and ushers the former archon to the couch. Upon sitting, the latter immediately scans his surroundings with vague concern in his eyes. 
"I must say, your house is surprisingly empty and devoid of life, Childe."
"What do you mean? I think it's pretty homey. Lumine designed it by herself when she first got here." 
A frown makes its way to the other man's lips. 
"Childe, can we talk?" 
He stiffens, tone changing into a defensive one. 
"We are talking, are we not?" He spats.
"Why don't you ask Lumine to come down here with us?" 
He summons one of his water blades. 
"Why exactly are you here, Zhongli?"
"Call Lumine, Childe." 
In a flash, the water blade comes in contact with the polearm that materialized in front of the visitor. 
"Why. Are. You. Here?" He asks, hostile in every way as he accents each word with a swing of his blade—all thankfully parried. 
"I need you to understand, Childe." Zhongli calls forth a jade shield that rattled even the sturdy walls of the other man's home. 
A water spear slams against the shield. 
"That Lumine..." 
Yet another side step, perfectly timed to avoid the beast cloaked in water suddenly crackling with electricity. 
"Stop it!" It yells. 
But Zhongli is not known for being gentle. The wrath of the rock and the harsh truth—both must be laid out for him to save the monster disguised as a man. 
"Is no longer with us." 
A beat passes.
"She's gone, Childe. And you must accept that fact."
"No!" 
And like that, the man surges forward with the fury enough to fuel wars. 
The walls crumble and the terrified shrieks of townsfolk in the immediate vicinity sound off but Childe could no longer care. 
Him and Lumine. The rest of the world does not matter. 
His mind goes blank with nothing but white hot anger, and he brandishes his weapon with renewed vigor. 
"Take it back." He quietly demands, voice distorted. 
Instead of complying, multiple stone steles rise up from the pavement, obscuring the two men from prying eyes. 
"Everyone grieves for her departure, I assure you. We are hurt as much as you are." A water blade makes contact with the archon's cheek and he winces as response, "but she chose to sacrifice herself for this world's peace and she will not be happy if she sees you rotting away to your demise, Childe."
"You—you don't know anything! Do not lie! Lumine..." A crack in his composition and Zhongli is quick to take advantage of it. 
All at once, like a puppet with strings cut off, Childe falls forward when Zhongli's polearm strikes down his chest. The accumulated hunger and fatigue from weeks of barely holding on to her memory suddenly come crashing down upon his person. 
Empty plates and sweet nothings. 
Cold bed and pristine kitchen. 
Unused scarf with the color of the skies and the clouds—like the view he's witnessing right now. 
Stare into the abyss, and it stares back at you—its remnants staying within, slowly consuming that which it latches on to. 
The abyss is no more—or so he believes. 
"Lumine... she promised me." he whispers into the wind. 
The rustling of cloth distracts him from his thoughts. 
"Do not lean too close to that edge, Childe. I beg you, not as your friend, but as Lumine's—please, do stay with us." 
Before his eyes closed, he heard the call from the deep dark abyss of the waters. 
The sea is calm. And he couldn't care less about the rest of the world. 
Him and Lumine, he thinks. Him and Lumine.
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oh-boy-me · 4 years
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Demon Outfits Discussed
The wait is over :) thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments on the casual discussion!!
I feel like it got longer this time, so I hope it’s all an enjoyable read!  Also, I apologize for the ugly pictures--it was the easiest and fastest way to both have all the design in one image and also prevent it from stretching so far.
Like last time, please don’t take this too seriously; we love these boys and Justin doesn’t know them but has no grudges against them.  We’re just harping on their fashion sense.  Absolutely no hate is intended towards the boys or the design team!
Participants in the discussion were
Jo ( @jodaneko ), our art major with storyboarding/character design experience, who finds they have more in common with Satan each passing day.
Justin ( @justinlester0629 ), our fashion expert, who dressed up and filled a wine glass with water for the occasion.
Noodle (Me), our untrained eye who owns the Barbie as the Island Princess video game on three different platforms.  It’s not even that good.
Featuring emergency guest star Megan ( @maggo77​ ), my sister who is physically near me as we look at the backs of their designs for the first time.
Edit: Distracted by the pretty jacket, we made a mistake when putting in Levi’s silhouette rating.  It’s the worst.  2/10, not 6.
Lucifer:
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“Boy looks like he’s about to swing open the doors of an expensive mansion during a debutante party and give some SCATHING NEWS.” —Justin
“Short shoulder cape and a long split butt cape lol” —Jo
Jo has realized that based on both outfits, Lucifer doesn’t want people looking at his butt.  Possible reasons are: he doesn’t have one, or Diavolo someone was getting distracted.
His shoes match his outfit.  After last time that’s all I care about.
A triple popped color, and how many layers is the middle one?  Is that a book?  Dude has like 27 collars.
The forehead diamond is very important and it’s great that there are diamond buttons to match it.  But uh.  How about those red diamonds on his sleeves.  They.  They sure are there.  (I actually like the red accents and that they match his gloves; I just can’t take the diamonds seriously.)
  Lucifer 🤝 Some Horses Diamond on the Forehead
The peacock motif is HERE and we’re all living for it.  HOWEVER, the feathers on the cape and coattails should have matched, OR there should have been more lime green because there’s so little of that color.
The pants have a pleat in the front, which Justin says means he responsibly irons his clothes, and Jo says only heightens the fact that under the capes this is a marching uniform.
Can he fly?  Jo says these are baby wings that can’t support his weight, and his cape has a hole for the top pair but blocks the bottom pair?  Can’t believe Lucifer handicapped himself for the sake of fashion.
The red makes it regal and the wide flowy design makes it imposing.  Good job, Lucifer!  I might actually be intimidated if I saw you.
Definitely the classiest outfit.  You can tell they put care into it.
Mammon:
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“BITCH MY BODY CANNOT TAKE THIS KIND OF SEXY, I THINK I AM OVERHEATING!  NO MORE FURTHER COMMENTS, YOUR HONOR.  HAUTE AND HOT.” —Justin
The whole thing does amazing with only three colors.  We’ve noticed the trend of black and white + one color, but I mean hey.  It’s working so far.
Damn those pants sit low.  No wonder literally all of you wear belts.
The leather jacket?  The studs and harness?  Bless.  Justin calls it “the perfect blend of stylish and ‘I’ll see you tonight *wink*’”.
Kind of don’t like how the belts connect to the pants, though.  It looks better in the back.
“He found a really cool jacket, but it didn’t pair with anything so he just didn’t wear anything.” —Jo
Honestly though?  We’ve all made fun of Mammon for having big hoe energy in his outfits, but like, he knew he had wings and planned his outfit to accommodate for that.  He’s the only one who didn’t cut holes in his outfit.  Maybe Mammon was the smallest hoe after all.
Also if there’s a motif it repeats elsewhere, like the studs and diamonds on his jacket and pants.  Did he and Lucifer have a “tastefully putting diamonds on my outfit” battle?  Because Mammon definitely won.
One of the charms broke off the belt loop and he never bothered to replace it, and honestly thank god there isn’t two of those anymore.
Torn between wishing the boots were tighter to match the rest of the outfit and saying “yoooo they’re open in the back!!!”
Ok so so far we’ve said generally only good things, but there is one major issue with the design: Its gravity.  Everything points down, his tattoos, the diamonds, even his wings.  The center of gravity in the image is his shoes.  Bitch loved his shoes so much he made his whole outfit point to them.
Either way this was universally considered the best and I mourn Justin who doesn’t know how far Mammon’s standards are gonna fall from here.
Leviathan:
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“Levi what the fuck.” —Megan
He looks like an e-boy.
Honestly it looks like he borrowed something from Justin’s wardrobe for Pride but he didn’t know how to put it on.
APPARENTLY the biggest hoe.  Abs that he shouldn’t have coming through a mesh t-shirt.  I thought Mammon’s pants were low, but Levi’s whole-ass ass is out.  Ok Levi, I see you.
The shirt pattern is good but he probably leaves it partially unzipped because it’d look really dumb fully closed.
Justin loves the funky pants pattern and Jo likes the pants but not with the outfit.  It’s because the devs were too coward to give him a thick tail base so his pants had to fill that role by sharing the pattern.
The shoes are good, and not just because they incited Justin’s deep-set hatred for Christian Louboutin and his uncomfortable red-bottom shoes.
Justin is offended that he’s hiding his suspenders; either show them completely or not at all, no in between.  Jo’s not fully convinced it isn’t just one suspender.  What are his suspenders doing?  What are they attached to?  Are they holding anything up?  Apparently not.
Jo pointed out that if you squint the belt on his waist looks like fangs and the orange dots on his sleeves looks like eyes so it’s like theres a snake head on his outfit.  Cute!
The gloves are throwing us off though.  Why is Levi of all other brothers need gloves?  I bet he has sweaty hands.
Ok really, does his sweater unzip all the way into two pieces?  Or does it hang by that tiny thread underneath the tail hole?  There’s even a button, just in case.
Can’t believe this antler-sporting, suspender-wasting nerd went diagonal zipper on us because we beat him at a trivia game.  Should have just zipped his hood.
Satan:
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HONEY.
“I hate everything about this.” —Megan
First of all, he’s straight up wearing Lucifer’s casual shirt.  Does it only button down the back?  Can he take it off?
Then he spilled bleach on his pants.  Like I get what they were going for but with the white on black that is literally just bleach stains.
Incredibly differing opinions on the belt.  He got it in the cowboy department.  Justin adores it.  Jo despises it.
And are those… athletic slip ons?
And now the elephant in the room.  The ribcage made of ribbons.  The ribboncage.  The idea is great!  I love that they gave him a skeletal theme without throwing him into a Hot Topic.
But if you take the ribboncage and feather boa off he’s literally just wearing a dress shirt and some nice jeans.  And that’s the problem with Satan’s demon form.  Not that it looks goofy.  It’s that they took risks but then hid all the risks behind business casual.
Also Megan said that the back of the ribbons look like a rock climbing harness.  Someone (probably Justin) said the front reminds them of the underbelly of a green cockroach.  Ew.
The feather boa would look better if it was over something you wouldn’t literally wear at the office.  (And also didn’t look so much like worm on a string.)
“He is going to Dragcon 2020 and is definitely going to take a picture and ask to lip sync, but accidentally start beef with Acid Betty.” —Justin
On a good note, loving how the tail fades to highly radioactive green.  Feels dangerous.  Megan pointed out that it’s a pretty wimpy tail, though.  Jo enjoys the self-conscious posture it expresses.
That’s basically the only good thing we have to say, though.
I just????
Merry Christmas.
Asmodeus:
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The kanji on the picture is just saying that the coattail is the same on both sides.
Ok now with that out of the way, HONEY.
I’m sure he says that to others but I hope he says it to himself too when he looks in the mirror.
Starting with the good.  The wings?  Adorable.  The heart-shaped hole to accommodate them?  Adorable.  One of the only good adjustments.
And I love that the tips of his horns look venomous, like a scorpion tail!
We love a good floral design and a good twin tailcoat.
But once again, the shirt just has too much going on.  The flowers.  The buttons.  The brick-pattern stitching.  The brooch.  The long collar.  The fact that if he closed the last button it’d end in a diamond covering his crotch.  Sometimes less is more, Asmo.
That scorpion brooch is the best thing to ever grace my computer screen and it shouldn’t have to share the spotlight with the rest of his shirt.  It should have wrapped around his arm and been paired with some more jewelry.  Then he could have ditched those giant cuffs.
The bleeding heart tattoos are a really good idea!  But they should have been angled better and not like someone else put them on at the roller rink.  And maybe they shouldn’t have been outlined in pink.  Those aren’t tattoos, those are gaping holes in his arm.  Is he ok.
I’ve been avoiding the pants, but.  The pants.
“Oh dear god. Oh no that’s… I thought you were a designer…” —Jo
One side is buckled the ENTIRE way down, and then the other side is COMPLETELY plain.  It’s too extreme on both ends.  It should have been only half a leg of buckles.  Not whatever this is.  I still don’t think he can bend that leg.
The shoes are ok but they COULD have been a stiletto so.
Jo is DONE with these demons’ inability to wear socks.
We expected better from you, Asmo.  I hope you have to fasten all those buckles every morning as retribution.
Beelzebub:
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He said “how many belts can I wear on one outfit.”
Justin said it’s like Barry B. Benson and Post Malone had a beautiful baby boy, and Obey Me! is cancelled for creating a sequence of events that could lead to me hearing that with my own two ears.
The jacket?  Stunning.  “It’s steampunk mixed with Jack Sparrow, mixed with Billie Joe Armstrong,” says Justin.  It’s got puffy sleeves!  And there’s objectively too much going on with the jacket, but since it’s a leather jacket I can forgive it.  Justin and Jo can’t.
I’m not sure why they keep giving him weird jacket collars but I prefer belt number 9 to fur.
“Why is it bucked in the back?  Couldn’t it have just been a jacket?” —Megan
Good that the black tank isn’t only black, but he has so little color on his outfit that it would have been nice for it and the matching pattern on his boots to have been a color besides gray.
I don’t mind the belts down the leg because they’re not too in your face.  Jo wants the white belt to be thinner.  Justin wants him to just pick one and go with it.
Poor Beel, he can’t do his lil thigh pat pose without his right hand being assaulted by studs and that bear trap-shaped buckle.
Justin feels like the cowboy boots are too wide up top and it’s probably because they’re FAKE cowboy boots.  I don’t know why he didn’t just get cowboy boots instead of putting fake coverings over his dress shoes.
Can’t fault the twin belt, though.  And the wing hole isn’t terrible.
Idk I guess.  They knew what they wanted to do at least.  
That seems to be the pattern with Beel: they know what they want to do, but something weird happens in the middle of it.
Belphegor:
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“I don’t know which Teletubby let their son go through the it’s just a phase mom phase, but they should be ashamed.” —Justin
A toddler who just learned how to cut holes in paper got a hold of his hoodie.
Is it a hoodie?  A jacket?  A poncho?  The cow print actually isn’t terrible.  At least it had the decency to be unique in its spotting.  And the actual presence of blue is very appreciated.
On the topic of colors, Jo is calling the devs out on their apparent fear of color.  “Put the pink elsewhere, cowards,” they say.
We actually don’t hate the horseshoe, and using it for the belt buckles is actually really clever.  Even if 75% of them are doing literally nothing.  Feel like he didn’t need that many.  Could do without the bottom one, maybe even bottom two.
There’s a teeeeny tiny cowbell on the back?  Megan apparently finds that VERY important.  Why do they go to such great lengths to remind us that Belphie’s a cow?  Beel doesn’t rub his hands together 24/7.  Mammon doesn’t even get bird wings.
Just like Satan spilled bleach, Belphie has tar pants.
It’s nice to see a change in pant style, but.  Am I biased because I hate harem pants?  Maybe.  Are these harem pants too short on him?  Yes.  Maybe they were supposed to be parachute capris?  But it just looks he outgrew them too fast and Lucifer won’t buy him new pants yet.  At least they look comfy.
If he puts his keys in those pockets will his pants fall down?  Probably.  That’s a problem considering his are the only pants that look like they could hold any keys.
The shoes are fine.  I can enjoy a high topped sneaker.  …Is that a security tag?  Did he steal his shoes.  Belphie stole his shoes.
On the tiny tail hole, I appreciate that Belphie went for modesty.  But I hope it’s impossible to wear these outfits outside of demon form because I don’t want him walking around with a tiny hole right above his ass.
Honestly he doesn’t even look like a demon?  He just looks like… a cow.
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There’s one more aspect of their demon forms that I didn’t feel comfortable forcing into a smaller space than it deserved: Silhouettes.  Jo puts a lot of weight on silhouettes and their role in character design.  Is it dynamic?  Is it recognizable?  Jo ranked them as such:
1. Lucifer: 9/10.  Care and effort were put into this design and it shows. 2. Mammon: 7/10.  Points deducted for most of it being form fitting but otherwise still manages to get a passing grade. 3 (tied). Beelzebub: 5/10.  His wings have actual mass but his horns being mostly hidden by his head reduce his score. 3 (tied). Belphegor: 5/10.  Evens out since his clothes aren’t as form fitting as the others but they also kind of turn him into a blob. 5. Asmodeus: 4/10, and only because he’s got multiple wings and that his tailcoat breaks up the bottom half. 6. Satan: 3/10, for the fact HIS BOA carries most of the work in altering his silhouette. 7. Leviathan: 2/10.  The tail and horns prevent this from being a total flop.
Our (surprisingly unanimous!) ranking of their outfits (not counting Megan her opinions deviated) were:
Mammon
Lucifer
Leviathan
Belphegor
Beelzebub
Asmodeus
Satan
In conclusion, any M-rated fic that doesn’t have it take demon Satan 20 minutes to take off his shirt is too unrealistic.
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…〔𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬〕…
FINAL, PT. TWO.
Having an unrequited crush on Soobin was difficult, but you manage to make them hidden so he’s oblivious. It’s getting harder though, since each time you see him, you fall deeper into his mesmerizing eyes. You want to get rid of your feelings for him, so you grow closer to a boy named Beomgyu. However, when your one of your best friends, Sunhye asks you to back away so she can have a chance with Soobin, everything inevitably comes crashing down on you.
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intro / one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / finale, pt. 1 / finale, pt. 2
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader (female) x Soobin
Genre: 3 cups of angst and 50 cups of fluff !!
Warnings: self-harm, blood, being sick, fluffy fluff fluff cheesy stuff, and some cringy angst ofc
(If curious, read my thoughts as the end of this part.)
Playlist: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Something, Still Into You, Confession, Crazy For You
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
You saw him.
You actually saw him.
“Y/N, hey! Come back, you’re sick!”
You didn’t listen.
“It’s raining outside, don’t go!”
But how could you not?
You finally saw him for the first time in weeks.
Seeing his squishy cheeks form a tiny dimple as you ran up to him with all of the strength you had left in your body- the ones you love to pinch so much whenever he felt down... seeing his doe eyes widen upon laying eyes on you- the ones that sparkled whenever you mentioned ice cream or bread... seeing his bright beam reflect off yours when you told him about an accomplishment of something you’ve worked hard for- the one that you grew to adore along the way of being his best friend... it was so easy to run up to him like it was nothing despite what happened.
He was right there in front of you, you couldn’t lose this chance you’ve anticipated for so long.
For the first few seconds, you were actually... okay? Okay- the type where you believed you were happy. You were fine, you felt like you were doing well! You were fine because you saw him and his smile that was as radiant as him. You were doing well because he was happy, really. He was happy... right? That smile on his face said everything. As if you didn’t discover you had a fever earlier, you thought everything was going to be okay until you saw the regret color his bright cheeks.
Dark flowers bloomed at the front of his face as he hid his eyes with long bangs, gazing down immediately once you arrived. His smile faltered for a few seconds before turning into a deep frown. Of course seeing him made you happy, didn’t it? It obviously should have; you expected that the euphoria on cloud nine which came from this situation would last for a while.
His voice trembled when he finally spoke up, not being able to look you straight in the eyes as he murmured:
“Y/N, my heart isn’t ready to see you yet.”
But that... it didn’t bring you true happiness after a few seconds. It didn’t bring you a big smile to grow on your face while his gradually broke off. It was what you feared the most, but one you knew deep down was the truth. Soobin still must’ve been mad at you, right? And most definitely, happiness was just a simple emotion to use right now, wasn’t it? Instead of what you had expected, it brought tugging at your heart strings, pulling back and forth just to try and pull it out of your chest and into the puddles below. You would let it wither and break even just to bask in the sight of him happy again.
What you needed to realize most in that moment was that ‘what’s done is done and nothing can change that,’ an epiphany that hadn’t clicked from before. You’ve hurt him, and there’s nothing you can do about it even if you gave up your entire self. You could’ve had this relationship with Soobin, but eventually you would become unhappy seeing Beomgyu with another person. Just- all you wanted, all you wanted right now was to go back in time and forgive everyone because that was the best thing to do in lieu of taking revenge. Everything could’ve been so different, and maybe it would be the better option compared to all this. Was that too much to ask for?
And just like that the boy disappeared from your sight, running into the storm brewing outside.
He was gone.
“Soobin, no wait! Come back, please!” You dashed out as soon as you heard the footsteps that were once close to you click farther, splashing out in the puddles outside in little pit pats. Many of the students were pushed out of his way in a instant, with you squeezing in between the sandwiched bodies of students. You knew you were being completely selfish to want to see him, but all of this pent up frustration and feverish functions combining into one made your actions bold. He didn’t have to know that you were there, you just wanted to see his bunny smile and how happy he was without you either way.
Before you knew it, the slippery puddles made your heels plant into the floor the wrong way and you dropped to the ground, elbows digging into the wet dirt. You groaned at the flashing pain over your body, flooding through the torso and into your aching feet. The barren willow tree you always met up with Soobin after school seemed to be mocking you now, waving its dead arms at you while you tried to endure the pain. All of your strength had evaporated into dust now, and you couldn’t help but tear up because of your mistakes, your faults, your timing, and most importantly because of you, yourself.
Strong structures you built because of your experiences fell apart on the ground, knees planted on tiny, jagged rocks where the rough edges cut through your skin. It made you gnarl your teeth at the feeling, but what stung more was that you made a fool of yourself in front of the friend you promised most to respect. You covered your face with tingling fingers, embarrassed of yourself to run out in this weather without even finding him in the end like you wished. Something was incredibly wrong with you that you resorted to being such a pathetic loser. You shouldn’t have done this; it’s all your fault and now everything is back to the cycle of blaming what happened on you.
It was pitiful you were calling out his name like this, wishing with all your might that someone would save you.
“I’m sorry for being selfish enough to see you, Soobin...” You hoped he would hear you, but he was gone.
“I’m sorry for hurting you...” You hoped he would be sincerely happy in front of you, but he was gone.
“I’m sorry for being the worst friend ever...” You hoped he would see how much of a mess you are without him, but he was gone.
“I’m sorry for realizing too late what I’ve been doing wrong this whole time.” There was nothing you could do to help either of you anymore. You gave up. And he was gone.
Crying wouldn’t help with the situation at all, but could you just think of yourself for once? After weeks and weeks and weeks of putting on a smile despite hearing the shatter of Soobin’s heart in your ears 24/7, you had enough of all this crap. You were pushed to the limit, and this is what occurred. You were done with everything.
Pit!
Pat!
Although the drops of rain had echoed off into the distance, you could no longer feel anymore drops of water fall on the crown of your head. Had it stopped raining in this area? That wasn’t possible... a shadow loomed over your figure that you believed it was just another dreary cloud from above, guarding over you so you wouldn’t look so pathetic in front of the whole school population.
Instead you glanced up to see a red umbrella with spots decorated all over, protecting you from the rain that had already soaked you wet.
Looking to who was underneath the ladybug umbrella glistened with the sparkling tears of rain, you found your eyes to be set on Beomgyu whose nose was sniffling from the effects of fret each second. His expression was nothing short of worried, his usual cheery face falling apart at how weak you were kneeling on the ground. Tears were welling up in your eyes as he crouched down to get closer to you- to give you words of comfort, to hug you, even to hold your hand as a sign that he was there for you more than anyone else you could’ve thought of.
He failed to notice that he was soaking wet, but honestly he couldn’t give one damn. It didn’t matter that he ruined his uniform in order to progress through the day without feeling uncomfortable. Seeing how you ran out even with a raging fever, it made his heart clench in his chest. You felt so guilty that you were willing to do anything in order to make it hurt less, and the help he gave wasn’t enough even if he tried with the best of his abilities. The voice he had saved up practicing in order to make you feel better failed miserably, becoming stagnant in his throat where he wasn’t able to speak the words of his heart.
How could he make you feel better if all he knew was to cause more pain unintentionally?
“Beomgyu, I’m sorry...” You fell into his chest, undoing your agony with heart wrenching cries that he felt rain of his own gather in a puddle dripping down his cheek. With no complaints he swooped you in his arms and wrapped them around your waist, dropping the ladybug umbrella which bounced off the pavement and into the gateway.
“I know, princess. I know. Just let it all out,” he whispered into the top of your head before pulling you closer. His warmth had to be enough for now, right? He hoped it would work.
The intimidating rain seemed to grow weaker now, and you found yourself making a friend of an enemy once Beomgyu was finally by your side again.
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
“The nurse said you had a fever the other day- and yet, you ran out into the pouring rain just like that? I’m upset,” he pouted his lips, staring at the bowl of chicken noodle soup he prepared himself a few minutes earlier. Your nose twitched at the delectable smell but instead of eating like he asked, you snuggled into the cozy blankets which were overflowing with the familiar scent of his cologne. It never failed to always bring you a peaceful feeling even if you felt like you were going to break.
Speaking of which, his hugs noticeably gave you a lot of strength. Was it too much to ask to let him…? No, that isn’t right!
You snuggled into his blankets once more upon hearing his soothing voice, taking in the familiar scent of your safe place. All his words went through one ear and out the other when he came into the room, pondering about how he managed to help you in ways that even he didn’t acknowledge. With that being said, he didn’t have to do this for you. To make you soup when you were battling a case of a fever or to make you feel better since you were sure he had many bigger problems than you. It was burdensome that you were bothering him enough already with the exception of being sick, and you felt terrible in the end for being such a burden. He’d most likely get sick after, and you’d be the one to blame. Beomgyu shouldn’t be doing this for you no matter how kind he is.
“Gyu, don’t do this for me.”
Beomgyu plopped down beside you, laying the tray onto the messy bed stand. At first, he was scared his room wouldn’t be a good place to let you stay in for the meanwhile since it was a bit untidy, but the rising heat on your forehead begged him differently. When you spoke, he noticed that your voice was all stuffy because of your nose, and all the more he just couldn’t stop adoring you. You were quite the adorable scene when you were sick, but he was hoping that you’d get better so you’d go back to school healthy and happy with him.
In one way, this did mean one thing! He could take care of you without your objections since you’re considerably weaker and prove to you that he can help you whenever you need someone to lean on! All this time, his heart has only desired that- to help you feel comfortable in yourself because you’ve grown as a person.
Patting your head which was still covered by the fluffy sheets, he drew closer to you while cooing only a few words you were able to make sense of in your state. “You cute idiot… you’re lucky I like you so much that I can forgive you easily.”
You only responded in a sneeze causing Beomgyu to break out in a fit of giggles. It’d been so long that he got to care for you when you were like this, how about we give it a year? He missed all of this, quite honestly! Not to mention the little things you did were making his heart waver, he had to admit. There really was no lie in that if somebody asked him. Even when you were sick, you could still do this to him. And yes although he isn’t saying it out loud, it was the truth! If he couldn’t get more whipped than this, then what was the point?
The sight of scratches and a bit of blood on your knees made him gasp and he made a move to get to the medical kit over at the other room until you tugged at his arm.
Apprehensively he stared down at you, his hand cupping your cheeks so that you’d let go. Though he doesn’t mind if you do this whenever you pleased, this isn’t the right time since you’re simultaneously sick and hurt.
“Come on,” Beomgyu’s smile that shot towards you made you go weak in the knees, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You swore he got so tiring like this sometimes!
“How about we fix the cuts on your knees? Oh wait, no! Let’s eat first? But your kneels’ll hurt if you sit up! Ah, what should I do?!”
That needless, wary expression set on his face once you peeked out from the blanket made the smile on your face grow even wider before laughter got a hold of you and you snickered at how sweet he was. His eyes widened when he saw you burst out in laughter before joining you with his own hearty yet comforting chuckles. He’d always been like this that you never had an opportunity to stop being so worried, so right now was the perfect time to reassure him.
Snuggling up to him with the blanket making you look like a caterpillar, you closed your eyes in pure relief while rubbing your head against his arm. It felt so warm when you finally huddled up against him like this after a while.
Feeling him turn towards you, giggling when you moved even closer to his embrace only encouraged your boldness more. “Let’s just stay like this, okay my Gyugyubear?”
You expected an answer, only to find that he was cooing at you with duck pouted lips and a red, blushing nose.
Like he said, the things you did to him any time of the day...
Now how could he possibly say no to those adorable, shining eyes?
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
School was in fact, the same when you came back.
It had been almost two weeks since you hadn’t gone to school, and you knew it was your fault for the overflowing amount of lessons and assignments that piled up on your plate. You knew that one of the boys- whom you knew Beomgyu would volunteer the most- would try to help you, but this was your doing in the first place! The sight was enough for your stomach to start churning, and this was one of the reasons why you absolutely despised school when the time called for it. Hopefully you’d be able to finish all of it once the week was over in order to study for finals that were coming up.
Snapping out of your thoughts once you heard soothing Beomgyu’s voice melt into your ear, you glanced down to see both of your hands connected without even noticing in the first place. He playfully grinned at you when you teasingly tried to pull away, only bringing you closer so that the two of you could walk side by side.
He guided you smoothly along the hallways, creating enough space for you to walk comfortably although you (both) knew you didn’t ask for it. It was just the way Beomgyu was.
“If it makes you feel better, just know that I’m right by your side whenever you need me, okay? I know I’ve said it a lot of times, but I feel like you haven’t taken me seriously until now. I want you to know that I’m here as someone you can cry on if you ever need a shoulder to cry on,” he murmured softly as he squeezed your hand.
You nodded your head at his words, reaching up your other free hand to ruffle his curly, black hair. “You’re so cheesy for bringing this up all of a sudden, Gyu! But yeah, I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner when you’ve tried to prove it hundreds of times. Maybe if I just understood you more, we would probably be even closer, don’t you think? Ai, I can’t even see why you’ve stayed here for so long anyway, but thank you so much,” you couldn’t help the soft grin that permeated your lips when you spoke to him, realizing how much he’d done for you unconditionally.
Suddenly he halted in his tracks upon hearing that, causing you to look back with confusion. Did you say something wrong? You swore you almost fell if not for the strong grip he had on your hand. That’d be so embarrassing considering you almost did! If he was going to stop, then at least he could tell you before you could accidentally stretch your arm out too much!
When you turned back to see him however, you could feel your cheeks burn up with warm fuzzies spreading everywhere. That same soft grin which reciprocated yours from before had every part of your body becoming like jelly in front of him and you weren’t able to stop yourself from becoming entranced with him all the more. You forgot to mention that his messy yet somehow looking stylish hair really suited him now, and you had to admit that it made your heart do skips whenever you saw him. Since when had he looked so soft all of a sudden?... But this wasn’t the perfect time to fawn needlessly over such details about the boy!
“Y/N, I’m really happy that you’re grateful for that, but that’s my job. If I’m going to be your proud boyfriend one day, then I have to work hard for it unconditionally! Why wouldn’t I take care of the girl whom I love with all my heart?”
Beomgyu was being way too corny now (but you could say that you secretly loved it)! At the same time, what the hell was wrong with you? Why did everything inside unexpectedly become too warm once you comprehended what he said? Hearing that made all of your confidence just disappear into thin air, and you opted to look somewhere else beside his sweet, honeyed eyes.
“Let me take care of you, okay? You’re so precious that I’m willing to do anything for you, and you should know that the best.”
You’re melting. Oh my goodness, you were absolutely melting as you watched him inch closer to you with that same charming, boyish grin on his face.
Gently, he then proceeded to press a sweet kiss upon your forehead, one that you burning up even more from the inside. As much as the amount of times he did that, you still weren’t able to get used to them. Doing those cheesy things had an effect on you- he had to know how much they were killing you softly even if you tried your best not to show it.
What caught your eye was the way he winked at you straight after which was pretty much impossible to ignore, waving a goodbye while hopping on his toes to his first class.
“I’ll see you later, yeah? Call or text me whenever you want, and I swear I’ll be right there beside you as promised!”
You pressed a hand against your pounding chest, knowing you were going to think about that forehead kiss all day. There was no doubt anybody could hear it from a mile away.
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
Arriving to lunch a bit early without Beomgyu accompanying you due to “personal reasons” as he called it, you were nonetheless surprised to see that neither Taehyun or Kai was there. It was silent considering the fact that many people hadn’t sat down, monkeying out in the hallways as if that was any better to do. You searched around a little, sighing in relief that you weren’t alone in the quite empty, gigantic room. The only person sitting there over at your usual table was Yeonjun, although he looked a bit bitter towards you when you took a seat.
“Oh hi Jun,” you shot him a shy smile, losing all confidence you had once his eyebrows furrowed. He must’ve been mad at you or something which you hoped not since he was such a marvelous person to be friends with, plus you’d never seen that grim expression on him before. Hopefully it wasn’t anything too personal, right?
“Hi, Y-N,” shooting you a dirty look, he enunciated every syllable of your name while you giggled nervously. He glowered at you behind those wondrous eyelashes, yet at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a great pressure being lifted from your shoulders. So he wasn’t mad! From the tone of his voice, you were glad to know that he was being playful and not actually mad at you like you’d originally thought.
Going along with his game, you curled your lips into a frown, “why are you mad at me?”
He didn’t respond, gazing down at his oh so interesting food instead. It was difficult with you prodding around with multiple questions and staring at him like your life depended on it, but that only got him more determined. With all his effort, he did his best not to break out into a smile until he heard you say something along the lines of him looking like an adorable duckling whenever he got mad.
“Fine, fine! I’m not actually angry, I just wanted to get back at you!”
You both burst into laughter once he started to smile again, and you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Get back at me? But for what? If I remember correctly, I hadn’t done anything bad intentionally towards you!”
The boy shook his head jokingly as he snickered, “I’m just mad at you for taking a break without me knowing! I could’ve helped you a little since we’re friends.”
Although it was 100% true as you didn’t give him a notice before, you rolled your eyes at his harsh, yet caring accusation. “Sorry, dude! But I just don’t want to bother you with all these assignments we’ve been getting...?”
A mellow hush settled between you as soon as you both finished laughing, and he cleared his throat. “In all seriousness though,” he inquired, “you must be wondering about Soobin, right?”
It was like he read the back of your mind. Your eyes immediately widened, his words taking you by surprise. You weren’t expecting Yeonjun to say anything about him in all honesty. It’d been a while since you thought of him but once doing so, the flame of guilt in you ignited, burning your throat while your mind was cowering with what to say.
He seemed to know that you were practically speechless in front of him, his lips quickly tightening into a slightly disappointed yet hopeless line.
“Soobin told me all about what happened a few weeks ago. He told me not to confront you since he wouldn’t want anyone to bother you, but I just can’t sit still because I’m really confused. If it’s not too much to ask, could you tell me what changed your mind on dating Soobin? You two are so whipped for each other!”
Sighing, you knew deep down that he was right. But what could you say when that was before?
“Jun, I was whipped for him until Beomgyu came along. I’m not sure how it happened, but slowly I think I got tired of my love not being returned and instead looked to Beomgyu who was caring for me. Eventually he did hurt me and I hated him for the time being, but everything else- to his actions, to his words told me that he really loved me instead.” You hoped that would do the trick to appease his worries, but he only pouted his lips even more.
“But Y/NNN,” he whined, “don’t you still like Soobin? You two are meant to be... as much as Beomgyu’s my friend, it’s always been you and Soobin!”
Clunk!
The loud clatter of the lunch tray being set on the table reminded you that you weren’t the only ones in the room. It was Taehyun and Kai, grinning from ear to ear in your direction to which you smiled back, but most importantly Yeonjun also had to realize your side of the story as well. You were going to reply a few seconds later until a familiar, dreamy scent caught your nose- the one that always instantly made you feel safe. Beomgyu.
Once he smiled at you, that same exact one he had put on when the two of you kissed that prom night, you could feel all the blood in your heart vividly start to thump. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting lost in his eyes, those beautiful eyes that made you feel things whenever you looked at them. To his lips then which were almost like fragrant roses, you noticed as weird thoughts rumbled in your head over and over again. Since when had he become completely alluring? This spell on you, everything in sight was so gorgeous but the only thing that made you feel sweet, strong butterflies was simply him.
Maybe later you could tell the necessary information to who was waiting in curiosity... your eyes just wouldn’t allow you to look away at the boy who took all your breath away.
Yeonjun scoffed at the interaction, shoving spoonfuls of his food into his mouth instead of commenting at how this was a bit too selfish. Sheepishly you snapped out from your trance, awkwardly waving a hello back to Beomgyu after a few moments of staring at him.
Was this what people meant when they mentioned about the expression ‘La Vie En Rose?’ In short, everything was so beautiful.
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
“Gyu! Have you talked to Soobin today? I heard from Yeonjun a while ago that he isn’t doing well after um, what happened.” You skipped towards the barren willow tree of the school, doing your best to put on one the most genuine smiles you could muster for the boy who had been waiting its arrival for the longest time. Actually, you noticed you’d been happier once Beomgyu was around but you weren’t going to say it. If you took whatever this feeling was- whether romantic or platonic, you couldn’t tell Beomgyu because Soobin would absolutely be crushed to see you together. It’d be best in your opinion to keep your mouth shut.
Instead of what you expected, his eyes shot daggers at the ground, rocking back and forth on the heels of his platform shoes.
“This again? Y/N, he’s doing fine, trust me.” Beomgyu didn’t spare even one glance at you, and you sighed at his lack of empathy. He’d always been like this whenever you asked about Soobin and even if you tried to prod in, he wouldn’t say anything much. This was going to be even harder than you thought if you were going to get some factual information through him. That didn’t mean you gave up though.
Tapping his right shoulder, you finally managed to grab his attention when he looked up directly at you with a blank face. You flinched at his disinterested expression, feeling the chills crawl up your spine. Looks like annoying him physically was the best way to do it, for he stared at you with empty, soulless eyes. Sheepish because of this “stranger” in front of you, you stepped closer to him albeit a bit hesitantly. “Beomgyu, I’m just worried for him! Of all people, you should know that!”
“Know that? Know that?” He loudly scoffed at your words immediately, throwing his head up at the grey sky while tsking several times. His tongue touched the insides of his mouth, roaming around to flatten against his inner cheek. “I know, Y/N! I know! You’ve told me so many times that you’re worried for Soobin, but can’t you see?! He’s doing just fine, and you’re worrying about him nonstop when all you have to do is let go and trust him!”
In a way to protect yourself, you got defensive.
“How can I do that? You don’t know anything at all!”
He ran his fingers through his hair, rational actions broken as he didn’t know how to express his endless frustration. His fists clenched from what you saw in the corner of your eye, struggling to keep in his anger from what you said. You, on the other hand, kept going, not acknowledging the fact that you were ruining him by the second.
“I literally broke his heart!”
The boy with raven hair became tense in every second that passed, his posture stiffening once that phrase passed your lips. “By doing what?! You haven’t told me the reason why you two have been like this for weeks,” Beomgyu exasperatedly gasped, “What did you talk about back there when he asked you to come with him? What’s so wrong about me knowing about what you said?”
“He likes me! But I said I didn’t feel the same way because I think I like someone else that definitely... definitely isn’t you!” Your brain was making up its own lies just to save itself from the embarrassment at that point. Words you never thought of spitting out came out harshly and in a way which not only damaged Beomgyu, but you as well. “You- you, I’ve never liked you at all! Just give up on me already if you think I’m not worth it!
“I hate you, Beomgyu! You’re just going to hurt me again!”
The world became silent for a while, and time seemed to stop.
Opening your strained eyes for a moment, you looked back to see a pair that looked similar to Soobin’s when you told him you didn’t like him back anymore. He looked broken, lost in time as his mind replayed over and over what you said to him. Especially that one phrase he never imagined you to say.  
“S-so all of those moments meant nothing to you? That kiss back at prom, the way you became jealous when I talked to Sunhye during the time we were apart, when you asked- no, said wanted me to be right beside you forever...?” His voice broke at the last part, trying to contain the torture that you put him through just by your words.
“Beomgyu, wait, please let me explain,” you tried, reaching out a hopeless hand to calm him down. Trembling, he shook his head back and forth rapidly, water gathering up in his eyes as his drowning sobs tore both your worlds apart.
“That can’t be the truth. You said you forgave me, you said I had a chance of loving you, you said you wanted to be lovers too! Were those all lies? Because I’m not sure, your eyes tell me all and it’s telling me that I’m the only one crazy for you,” he pulled both of your hands together desperately, quivering hopelessly as he held on to them as best he could.
He was trying so hard to love you... couldn’t you see that?
The boy gazed dejectedly into your face, searching for any emotion. It was the same sadness he saw in your face that prom night, but he wasn’t able to tell if it was guilt or because he snapped back into the harsh reality. And slowly, he realized that all of his tries, all of his love, the heart he pained to give just wasn’t good enough.
“Come on, princess... You know how I feel. Just like him, I can’t keep waiting and waiting for you to make up your mind. I know we haven’t known each other for so long, but I’ve tried so hard to make you happy. I hurt myself to make you smile. I tried to act like I was okay after every single time you said something about Soobin, but it just wasn’t enough. I’ve tried so hard to love someone who obviously still loves someone else, but what you’ve said proves everything,” a tear slid down his cheek but he made no effort to try and wipe it away.
It pained you to see him become weak in front of you, the boy no longer hiding his hurt that was caused all because of you.
You didn’t answer, words completely burning up in your throat as he went on, voice teetering with every word he softly spoke.
“I know I’m being selfish here, Y/N, but it’s so hard. I think I’m getting tired of all this arguing and lying... What good will it do if you can’t even say you love me back?” With every sniffle and tear he let out, you felt your heart crumble and crash onto the hard ground. Guilt was threatening to swallow you up as you stood there, holding his broken heart in your hands while he tried to smile as strong as he could in front of you.
Every ounce of hope in him disintegrated as minutes passed, your cowardly eyes gradually moving from him to the ground. Why was he even surprised at this point? All along this was the answer- you still loved Soobin with all you had to offer; he should’ve realized it before breaking himself in the first place. Anybody could’ve told him that he was a fool in love, but maybe... just maybe he could hear you say that you loved him at least once. Was that too much to ask? And still he stood in front of you, waiting and waiting and waiting to hear that it wasn’t true- that you really did love him.
There was no point in trying to fight for this anymore if you weren’t going to be truthful to both yourself and him. He seemed to grasp this fact now. It is you and it was always you, but perhaps you just weren’t right for each other. Wasn’t this doomed in the first place though? Knowing how he felt those butterflies when you like Soobin... perhaps all of this wasn’t meant to be.
Beomgyu chuckled in a sense of sorrow, shaking his head as the impending, grey clouds above gathered around in a band of dread.
“I’ll get going now. I don’t think I’ll be able to take you home today, so I hope you understand.”
He started on his feet, walking towards the entrance that loomed over you who was finally alone. Every part of you was shouting at your brain to hurry up and tell him. Your heart was telling you to just go, not stand there like a fool as you watched him walk away from you again. Wanting so desperately to hold him as you apologized over and over again, wanting so desperately to kiss his forehead and ask him to forgive you even if it took a million of times, wanting so desperately to feel his lips melt you when he accepted it... the air in your lungs evaporated, reminding you that you needed to go out there because he was the only one who could make you breathe normally. Choi Beomgyu is still the one you love after all this time, and you need to start sprinting with everything you have in order to have your happy ending. But what right did you have when you broke two hearts anyway?
The rain started again, yet this time you didn’t have your most favorite boy in the world to save you.
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
You paced through the hallways, completely drenched in your school uniform. All of the words he said kept repeating through your head. What was wrong with you? For you to feel so hopeless in this situation when it was all your doing? Are you that much of a terrible person? He promised you so many things, to make you happy, to make you genuinely smile like the first time he asked to be your friend, to give you all the love left in his heart even if it ran out. And yet, you were still hesitating on your own faults, crunching those promises as if they meant nothing to you- at least that’s what the boy you loved most assumed.
For certain you had nothing to do with Beomgyu and he had nothing to do with you anymore. As long as you two would be alright apart- though it was the complete opposite for you- then it’d be okay because at least he was happy. But why? Why did it have to sting you so bad like this?
“Y/n?! Literally, what is wrong with you?” Straightaway the voice made you grunt, unconsciously rolling your eyes as soon as you heard it. What did she want this time?
“Are you that pathetic to go through the school like that?!” Well, who else could it be other than that desperate Sunhye? She laughed at your expense while you controlled yourself not to snap at her. Her neck looked so deliciously bendable, it was a shame that you couldn’t mold it or else you’d be expelled from school at the very least. As always, she knew how to press your buttons and not to mention, become completely frustrated with yourself because it was quite certainly the truth.
“Just move along. I can’t deal with your shit today, and I want to go home before anything else, “you quietly muttered so much so that it could be impossible to hear you. That offended snarl on her face meant otherwise.
“I was actually searching the whole school to find you, Y/N. I hate you and all, but I’m just really confused when you like Soobin and still rejected him after he confessed.”
Compared to earlier, you could see her face morph into a concerned expression, voice getting softer with every word she spoke. You found it funny that now she gets involved, instead of needing to act concerned for her own sake. You sighed, shaking your head at her.
So she heard about it, huh...
“That isn’t your business, so I’m sorry. We aren’t friends anymore, you have no right to enter my private life again after what you did to me.” A fool could only assume a girl like her would leave them alone, however that wasn’t the case. You knew you weren’t one to be talking since you got the hand of revenge, although she could just piss off and that would definitely help you. You guessed that only made her angrier, for her stature became stiff with reluctance as she visibly gritted her teeth in frustration.
“And you even saw he kissed me! Didn’t that make you jealous? Didn’t my plan work?” The word plan caught your ear, and you cocked your head to the side. What was she talking about? She had a plan- which you assumed to break you and Soobin apart when you were friends- this whole time? You should’ve known she’d be up one night concocting the plan of your demise.
She nodded her head at your confusion, acting as if she was all high and mighty for doing so, “yes I did have a plan if that’s what you’re thinking. But you know me, I’m not going to make this easy especially for you. Just tell me why you aren’t together and maybe I’ll tell you about it.”
There was exactly nothing else to say between the two of you. If she had a plan, so be it. What was the point if your world already crashed upon your shoulders?
“I don’t care about your plan,” you spat out. “Leave me alone, Sunhye. I’m so tired.”
Instead she kept prodding into your head like the annoying, droning mosquito she is.
“Could it possibly be about Beomgyu? Poor little dirty mutt, you know he’s only going to leave you in the end like before and you’re still going back to him. Haven’t you been taught that already?”
“Don’t say things like that! You don’t know him, how could you possibly think that?!”
She shook her head, a smug glint in her eyes as she drew closer to you in tiny steps. “Are you kidding? This plan that I’m talking about, you do know that Beomgyu was part of it right? Matter of fact, he was one of the key subjects that I used in order to perfect everything.”
“What do you mean?” Discombobulation rushed through your system as you followed her eyes to your shaking hands once the realization hit you. Of course there was a possibility she could be lying, but you knew better than that. You easily couldn’t forget how you and Beomgyu literally hated each other before, but now...  it wasn’t so long since you reconciled. But he wouldn’t do that, right?
“He wouldn’t do that to me, he said he loved me,” you gasped out, the breath in your lungs turning into dust the moment she said that.
“Well hate to break it to you, but once you proved you were a terrible person by giving away his hoodie to me that one day, he said he hated you a lot. To this day, I’m sure he was lying to me- the look in his eyes said it all. We made up a plan to make your life miserable by crushing your love with Bin, the only boy you ever loved your whole entire life. Most of it was finished, with almost all of the school population hating you. Plus, your friendship or your soon to be relationship with Soobin was basically crumbling since the time for you to confess could’ve been pretty soon. That isn’t the point, although I must say that I made sure I kissed him so you’d be jealous and come out clean. I just wasn’t expecting him to say he liked you back first before Beomgyu ruined everything with his damn feelings.”
“Yes, and that was in the past,” you countered.
She laughed at how naive you were, shrugging her shoulders like she knew something you didn’t. “Yes, it was. And it’s hard to believe that you hurt him even if he told you he loved you so many times. Tell me, Y/N, you never really did love Beomgyu, right?”
If your morals weren’t holding you back, you’d for sure already charged at her already. Gosh, how many toxic traits must she have and why didn’t you realize them earlier?!
“No, you’re wrong! I loved him! I still do! Stop making assumptions when you don’t know anything about us!” It was so hard to contain yourself in slapping her silly, but you had to remain calm. This isn’t what Beomgyu would like you to do even if a serious argument was in the way of both of you.
“I don’t know anything? You two danced while I kissed Soobin. How do you think I’ll ever forget that? You’re such a whore, you really can’t go a day without playing with other peoples’ feelings.
“What? You can’t speak anymore?! So I was right!
“You don’t deserve Soobin either. And since you’ve just declared you don’t love Beomgyu at all, I think I’ve just found a new target.”
That’s it. You’ve had enough.
“Will you shut your mouth, you desperate slut?! You can’t expect any of them to love you at all when you act like this! If you really wanted to love Beomgyu in the first place, then you would have to get through me first!”
“Why, you-” she threw her hands towards you, hoping to land a hit first until something dark red like dried up blood caught your eye. What in the world could that be? You gripped her arm before she could pull away, the wonder holding you captive in your spot as you took a good look at what she was hiding under that fabric. Her sleeve slipped, unveiling multiple gashes of bruised, unhealed skin as if someone forcefully clawed its way through the layers with a sharp object.
Lee Sunhye... the one you hated so much for hurting you, the one you thought was perfectly happy in damaging her relationships with others, the one you despised to the ends of this earth- was secretly hurting herself?
She retracted her arm the second you noticed it, wrapping her wrist with a trembling hand.
And without you realizing...
“You didn’t see that... please, tell me you didn’t see what needed to be hidden!”
Without you thinking that the sensitive girl trapped inside of her was actually hurt all this time...
“Sunhye? You’re cutting?”
Without you ever asking about her day when things got tough on her...
“Wait, no I’m not! Your eyes were playing tricks on you, there-” you grabbed her wrist, flinging her towards you as you checked the fresh scars on her wrist. Scanning profusely at what she did to herself, you slowly let go to watch her hide her face in her hands with embarrassment. Was this the reason why she had worn long sleeved shirts most of the time even if she hated them?
You were hurting her yourself without even realizing it, failing to open your eyes to see what you’ve done. This must’ve been one of the ways she coped through her suffering, inflicting terrible cuts in order to make the pain go away.
“Sunhye, I’m so sorry... I had no clue you were going through this, I’m so sorry.”
She couldn’t help the tears that welled around her tired eyes, falling down one by one as she stared at the sympathetic expression that belonged to her best friend from before. You reached out to her, and she stepped away hesitantly, afraid that she would be hurt again. The girl did her best to appear strong in front of you, but those vulnerable eyes and teetering voice gave it all away.
“Don’t be silly, Y/N! Don’t think like that, it’s just marker that my friend used to draw on me during class,” she frantically scrambled, backing away as you inched closer to her by the second.
“Sunhye, you’re cutting, why didn’t you tell someone?”
Her voice wobbled, running back and forth from the lie and the truth. “Me? I’m not cutting, I just told you! I’m happy, only someone pathetic enough would cut!”
Even the look on her face told you enough and that she knew deep inside you weren’t able to believe that.
Instead of what she expected- like for you to make fun of her, you pulled her into your arms, holding her tightly despite her wandering hands that slammed against your back in a weak manner to scare you away.
“You’re going to spread rumors about me, aren’t you? You’re going to tell everyone that I’m not perfect.
“You’re going to make sure everyone hates me after this. You’re going to show everyone I’m the worst like you always unintentionally have when we used to be friends.
“You’re going to make sure I end up all alone like you did to me with Soobin.”
Gradually the hits became weaker, and you knew right then and there that she never had the heart to hurt you in the first place if the both of you never experienced this brawl. Yes, you should’ve looked at her side before taking revenge, but perhaps this is a sign to look towards the present and future at the very least.
Her agonizing accusations stung, letting you sigh as you felt her fall into your embrace. It’s been so long since you’ve been closer to her like this that it felt strange, almost alien-like.
“I promise I’ll fix everything. We don’t have to be friends, but I’ll make sure to be here for you whenever you need it,” you reassured, holding her in your arms while she sobbed as hard as she could. It felt so nice to finally let someone know about her attempts to hurt herself where she succeeded, but she was so afraid you weren’t going to keep your promise. After all, how could she trust herself too when she was the one that ruined your friendship?
“I’m so sorry, Y/N... I’m so sorry for what I did.”
“It’s okay,” you cooed. “It’s going to be okay.”
She didn’t know that you were right. You were going to do everything you could to fix everything.
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
“Hey, Y/N are you okay? You don’t look too good.” Snapping out of your trance, you looked to see Taehyun and Kai stroll down from the science room towards your direction and in front of you to which they gazed worriedly.
Were you okay? No of course not, you possibly couldn’t be.
But should you lie? Or should you tell the truth?
Either of them wouldn’t work out. You couldn’t say what you wanted to say. Your throat felt too tight- you really couldn’t say anything about how you were feeling because all this guilt built up from inside of you was threatening to explode.
When you didn’t respond, both of the boys glanced at each other, content expressions turning into puzzled ones. When had the atmosphere become so thick with awkwardness? Taehyun was about to speak up when another voice interrupted him. “Are you looking for Beomgyu? I saw him leave the school without you, so I was confused,” Kai chirped in, a sheepish smile on his face.
There was no point in hiding it anymore.
You sniffled wantonly, shutting your eyes shut from the burning in your chest. It made you want to throw up from how much it hurt. You laid a hand over it, clenching your fists when it only became stronger in response. “No, actually. I-I’m not fine. I just made a terrible mistake that hurt Beomgyu and I... I don’t know what to do.”
It’s as if they knew about this, and Taehyun groaned at the miscommunication without surprise. He ran his hands over his face in disappointment while Kai mirrored the same action. “Y/N, that means he’s hesitating as well! You need to hurry up and do something in order for both of you to be happy!”
“There was nothing I could do about it. I hurt him and that’s the worst thing I could do to someone who’s only been so caring about me this whole time,” you muttered under your breath as you hid your face in between your fingers. Pathetic enough, you did your best not to break out in tears in front of the younger ones despite feeling the tense air in your lungs become less and less.
Taehyun sighed at this, shaking his head in distaste. “You know, you shouldn’t look at things in the past anymore. Although it’s hard, you need to start looking towards the present and future in order for things to become better.”
“But you don’t understand! After what I’ve done to Beomgyu, he would hate me too like Soobin...”
The two of them exchanged weird looks, taking turns to look down at the floor as if it was much more interesting than what they had to say. So it was all about Beomgyu again, huh? To be honest, they weren’t surprised.
Evidently, Taehyun had enough of this and the anger bottled up inside from this situation of only watching had burst. He charged towards you, shaking your shoulders as his knuckles turned white from gripping too hard. “Why are you so hesitant, Y/N? Whoever you like, you know you can’t give up! If you don’t want to lose Beomgyu the same way you’ve done with Soobin, then tell him before it’s too late!”
You stiffened in your spot, shoes planted on the floor- what was he talking about?
“Too late...? I haven’t...” You were at a loss for words, eyes finally opening after all this time. They subtly grinned at you, taking in the fact that their advice was doing well for the first time. Taehyun and Kai were right, you shouldn’t keep him waiting when in the future, you could lose him eventually because of your hesitation!
“I- I love-” Kai cut off your words, pushing you towards the entrance of the school with a strong shove, “it doesn’t matter! Just go!”
You then saw the same figure who you’d been hoping for this whole entire time before he darted from your sight, sprinting away as you screamed for him to come back.
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
“Beomgyu, wait! Come back, please!”
The door loudly shut behind you as you frantically ran, holding your breath as your eyes darted back and forth between his retreating figure and your shoes which could slip at any moment. The creak of the gate echoed behind you in crooked violin whines, sending chills up your back to finally realize you were the one chasing him after all this time. In a dazzling moment, all your chances were taken forcefully from your head and you stared cautiously at the sidewalk whose cracks filled up with pouring water.
Knowing how difficult it was to perform the action of sprinting on the wet ground, it was no doubt that you would most likely fall onto the rough concrete which would probably scratch your legs out til they bled. But honestly, did you really care? No, not enough, obviously.
Luminous lights from the cars blinded your eyes as you sprinted on the sidewalk for him, making you retract slightly at how much brighter they were than the golden sun from last summer. That cheery, joyous summer when you had your first set up date with... him. Had it really been that long since you were happy together? Just when you were starting to have smiles with him again, and everything was ripped away. But whose fault is that? Your hands swiftly covered your stinging eyes, but this was such a disadvantage that prohibited you from achieving your favorite dream.
The person who mattered most was Beomgyu. And he was right in front of you, running from someone who hurt him. You knew right then and there that it wasn’t right to keep chasing him after what you’ve said, but at least you were trying as hard as you could! It didn’t matter if you accidentally fell or hurt yourself as you ran trying to get to him because you’d do anything just to explain to him that you were wrong! This was your doing- you had a chance to make everything right, and you weren’t going to take that chance for granted ever again.
“Ahhh!”
Speaking too soon has its effects, and you slipped to the ground while groaning in pain. It was too much for you to handle this time. The rough concrete scathed your legs, creating a terrible, ripped hole in your knee high white socks you weren’t sure you could wear again. Pain rushed over you in seconds, white flashing running through your clawed skin to the rest of your nerves. The street pavement scraped long stripes of red against your thighs and every second of slipping on top of it was pure torture to you. It blazed so much that it felt like sharp claws dug into you with every scratch that came. Your legs jolted with an overwhelming, flashing agony and you let out a moan of misery, quickly glancing at the dripping, crimson blood that ensued with them.
“Ow...”
However the ache in your chest caused more pain than anything else you could’ve ever imagined, burning horribly as it heaved up and down with several, shallow breaths. Your mind was in reels trying to make up a solution for your slip up. You wanted to keep going; you really wanted to, but your body just wouldn’t listen! This was the last thing you could resort to, to at least explain that you were in the wrong. Otherwise he’d never talk to you again and going through that for the nth time would cause irreparable damage to your being.
This was all because of you, you had to keep reminding yourself. He left you because of what you said to him, and he never did anything like that before. It hurt more than anything to see the boy you loved whose heart that used to be filled with joy, broken. You couldn’t be surprised anymore at your words, but the taste of torture lingered on the tip of your tongue.
All of your actions, all of it building up in terms to say I love you to him - the only words you’ve truly needed to say to him from the beginning- were left on the street, practically being run over by busy vehicles while you lied there pathetically on the sidewalk.
You desperately reached your hand out to where you had last seen him running, your vision failing you as you looked left and right for any sign on him. He would never leave you like this, would he? And you knew you were simply deluding yourself in this situation that all occurred because of you, but maybe... just maybe he would show up like he always did.
But he wasn’t there and you were left alone just like in the beginning.
You felt glistening tears well up in your eyes as the rain boomed heavily all around you. The lights of the cars soon carried away, leaving you all in the darkness where you slowly felt the hope building in your heart to crash and deteriorate every second. In a moment your reached out hand was abandoned by you too, falling to the ground where the noir shadows of the dreary clouds covered your ashamed face.
“It’s too late now. I can’t tell you what I wanted to say.
“And I’m sorry for not being better, but I just didn’t know how to say it.
“Beomgyu, I... I love you.”
You failed.
Pit!
Pat!
“You idiot, you’re bleeding now.”
Suddenly you felt the cover of an umbrella envelope overhead, protecting you from all the heavy rain that poured in every direction. You dare didn’t look up from your spot, too scared to think he was really there. That one and only soothing voice belonged to Beomgyu, however at the same time you didn’t want to believe it. Your brain must be playing tricks on you after an event as such.
“Come on, let’s get up now. You know that you really do look like a fool after falling like that.”
The only things you could hear was his chuckles, an exact replica of how he would laugh at you whenever you did something stupid. Great, now this just signaled off the bat that you were starting to miss him even more.
“Princess, I promise you that it’s me,” the voice kept encouraging you. You covered your ears with trembling hands, afraid that all of this wasn’t real. “And I’m not mad at you, so please just look at me.”
The shuffling of his clothes from beside you made you steal a quick glance towards the drenched boy, only to gasp with shock that he was really there. He’d been kneeling for a while now, the evidence clear as day when you looked at the wet marks on his pants. You frowned, wanting to hide yourself from him again. How long had it been since he arrived? You didn’t like it at all when he saw you like this, but some part of you believed that this would only prove for the better.
He then pulled you up, letting you cling onto him since your legs were shaking with fragility. You did your best to stand up yourself by pushing him away, too embarrassed to let him hold you for the meantime. Although you were successful for a second or two, the intent gaze in his eyes made you fall on top of him again- this time on his chest where you shied away.
You opted to glance up at him as much as he staring at you, tears welling up in your eyes while you tried to tell him everything simultaneously.
“How can you not be mad at me? Beomgyu, I know it must be too late to say I’m sorry but...
“You mean the world to me and I need you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted. I feel incomplete without you and not having you beside me makes me want to disappear. I don’t know why I haven’t realized these feelings long ago and I’m a terrible person for not doing so, but please... You have no clue how much you mean to me and losing you, the only boy who’s made me feel like this would mean inevitable loss.
“Hey, look... there’s no need to-”
“I’m too young to really grasp what love is, but I know you’ve made me so happy. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I don’t think words will be enough to say how thankful I am to you, really. It’s not fair to you that I haven’t been doing the same thing, but now I’m going to tell you what’s straight from my heart.”
“Y/N, give me a sec-”
“and that’s everything. From your smile that’s been making me crazy, to your voice which calms me down whenever I hear it and especially you who makes me feel so comfortable being myself. I know it sounds incredibly cheesy but I’m absolutely crazy for you and after all this time with no doubt, you’re still the one that I think of when I lie awake in bed every night. I think about you way too much for my own good but I find it endearing how much I’m completely enamored by you. See? Look how I can’t do anything or be myself without you!”
The expression in his face told you he wasn’t having it and you crumbled under his intimidating stare with hooded eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms when you clearly had much more to say. The flame burning in you vanished little by little with every second he maintained eye contact as you tightly clenched your sweating fists.
“I didn’t want to say it now when the world is currently against me, but I just need to tell you that I-” he easily shut you up a moment later, pressing his index finger against your mouth while you blubbered with several words neither of you could understand. He grinned a little bit at this somewhat innocence, but you weren’t satisfied with his reaction at all. Did he not believe you this time? Was it not enough? You were aching to prove more but didn’t know how!
“Can you calm down for a second, princess?! I kno-”
“Then will this be enough?”
You pressed your lips against him in an instant, arms wrapping around and over his neck as you pulled him down to meet you. Your eyes automatically closed, drowned in endearment while Beomgyu’s opened wide, too stunned to focus on what was happening.
The boy immediately dropped the black umbrella against the flooding ground, letting the breezing wind carry it away when he finally realized his dreams were at last happening. The sound made an almost discreet plop, but it was suffice to say that you didn’t give one crap about it. You just melted into the kiss all the more when he responded back, falling against his chest while his fingers danced over your waist as if he was going to lose you any moment. You swore you could feel your heart swell with love the moment he smiled against your lips, somehow managing to pull you closer while you sighed in relief.
Did this mean that he was yours and you were his now?
Beomgyu stared at you with hooded eyes when he backed away, breathless and too stunned to regain focus of what was happening. When you reluctantly pulled away too, you noticed you were were panting and trying to restore breath through shallow intakes of air. The looks you sent each other were completely endearing and you buried your face in his chest all the more while he couldn’t help but contain the laughter from inside. Judging by how much serotonin his adorable giggles were giving you, you could tell that he still felt the same way in and out, seeing pink all over which only signified a one true love.
He then broke the silence, swiping his thumb a few times over your lips. "You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he admitted, cupping your cheek while you softened into his warm touch. Whenever you were with him, your heart bloomed into a pretty flower.
Relishing in the red roses that bloomed all around you two, you gently interlocked his fingers with his to which he instantly held back. This wasn’t a Wattpad fanfic or a drama but you felt as if you were the happiest girl in the world. Having him right beside you, being able to tell him how much you loved him because you finally realized you weren’t being true to yourself this whole time was something you never expected, but one thing you deserved. In order to have a happy ending, you had to keep going and not give up in the end even when things got tough because the inevitable promises of living would reward you in the end. You guessed that you had gotten it now because the love of your life was right before you, and you could finally look at him with love in your eyes.
“I just chased after you to say I love you,” you breathlessly giggled, pulling him closer to your body which was shaking with euphoria.
The erupting cheers from beside the gate made you turn and you looked at each and every single one of your friends cheering for the both of you. Yeonjun was excitingly screaming with joy while Taehyun and Kai jumped up and down together, tightly linking hands since their plan of getting you together had at last worked. The sudden support overwhelmed your senses when you glanced to see who was there as well. Right beside them was Soobin who was shooting you a genuine smile as tears filled up his chocolate, brown eyes. You grinned at him back, just in time to see Sunhye who was also clapping for the two of you.
Beomgyu quickly turned your attention back to him, kissing your cheek delicately as he whispered for only you to hear:
“I love you too.”
٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚´`゚٩๑۶⁎⁍̴̆⁎ ๑)。゚
Posted: 3/7/21- 12:24am
(Y’all. Omg. I’m literally shaking as I write this. Like... I can’t believe it. Right off the bat, I feel as if I’m going to miss this series so much. I know it was all over the place since I started writing a year ago and I want to apologize sincerely for every mistake I’ve forgotten or clearly remember or for the cringy moments along the way too. I can’t say much, for I’m speechless right now. It was so much fun to write a series and to be completely honest with you, I never expected it to turn out this way. At first I really wanted to an ending with Soobin and another part with Beomgyu, but I guess this is how things turned out(?) I wanted to see who my readers were cheering for and I wanted to crush or lift their hearts through the ending. My poor soobinnie bby though :cc i promise i love you so so so much and i’ll make it up to you one day~~ And beomgyu bby how dare you steal my heart like this. ANYWAY NOT THE POINT !! thanks to everyone who read this mess and enjoyed it ! I’m so flattered to even get a note for this and finishing this was one of the most satisfying things I’d ever done in this lifetime. Like... finally. I don’t have to stress about writing another part to this when I know some people are waiting. And those people are really the best !! (especially teddy bear anon hehe >3<) I just... I don’t really know what else to say other than i’m so happy yet so sad at how i finally completed this. it’s a long list of words but whoever read this.. i love you so much !! ++ again, here’s just a special thanks to everyone who read. i love you so much and i hope that if i ever write a series ever again, you’ll be the first ones to read it <33 thank you for showing my series some love. i’ll never be able to repay you for such kindness my pink rats 🥺🥺🥺💗💖 goodbye, inevitable promises. )
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[ FFxivWrite 2021 Prompt 8: Adroit ]
The Five Part “In the Dreams of Ashley” series is done! Go read the others here! {Prelude} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Wind} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Fire} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Water} {In the Dreams of Ashley: The Earth}
[ HEAVY HEAVY CONTENT WARNINGS: implied child abuse/assault, detailed suffocation, detailed burial while alive, heavy grief and regret surrounding death ]
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Dreaming about being buried alive is very frightening and is a warning that all of the things in your life that are causing you anxiety and despair should be thrown away. You have let things build up to a point that you are no longer able to control anything and now you risk being completely destroyed.
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Ashley was forced into a uniform with little knowledge as to why, having just woken up with a raging headache and handcuffs on. Confused was an understatement. “Y’good?” There was a soft voice that addressed him, a soft voice that belonged to a large man. His hand set on his shoulder, some level of comfort and grounding while he gathered his bearings. “Wh-What’s goin’ on?” “Y’don’t know?” “Pretty sure the knot on th’back o’ my head answers that.” The man let out a laugh, then nodded. “Guess so. Yer bein’ conscripted.” “Conscripted? How in the hells!” Ashley pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh… he should have been more upset about this, but honestly, it felt like the worst kind of inconvenience. Still, he didn’t fight it, worked with the flow of everything as he usually did. “Guess I’m stuck here.” “We all’re, friend.” “What’s your name, friend?” He snorted. “Hunter. Ya’?” “Ashley.” “Nice t’meet ya’ Ashley, too bad it ain’t on better terms.” He nodded in response.
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“Yer gonna get caught.” Ashley chuckled. “I never get caught. That’s the thing ‘bout growin’ up in Ul’dah.” “Mm.” “Hand me your rations.” “Are y’kiddin’? I ain’t givin’ y’anythin’!” “Sure? Thought y’wanted to get out o’ here, same as me. N’if y’do, you’re gonna have t’give ‘em to me.” “Why?” “Uh… food to last us until we get home?” “N’how ‘bout the energy they’re makin’ us use t’fight?” Ashley snatched Hunter’s rations from him, stuffing them into a tight and inconspicuous corner with the rest of all of the little items he managed to get away with - some string, blades, pins, badges; even things like hair-ties and pens. Anything he could get away with shoving in his pocket, he did so. He bumped his elbow back into Hunter and lowered his voice. “Get somewhere else, someone’s ‘bout to come in.” “Eh? How’d’y’know?” “I’ll tell you later, jus’ get or we’re gonna get caught.” Hunter backed off, going back to his own belongings to check them off; leaving Ashley to slide a sizeable block of concrete in front of the hole in the wall, covering it completely. “Tucker!” “Yes, sir!” “What are you doing on the floor, get your arse up now.” “Sorry, sir! I dropped my badge.” He stood up, adjusting the collar of his uniform with a small pin on it.
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“How are we going to get past them? Did you even think that far through?” The Auri woman that had joined along prodded at him while he was thinking. “Will you shut it?”
Four of them clamored and cramped in the vents, waiting for a good time to drop out of them. They were dressed in different uniforms, to match those of the area they were about to infiltrate. When an opening arose, he dropped out of the vent, brushed off his clothes, then pretended to idly look at the schedule board that was on the wall. Well, he was looking at it, but also waiting for another good time to signal another body. He tapped his chin, stretched his arms above his head as the last person in the hall walked past him - he held up a signed “C”, and waved his hand. That let the other two know to let Colette drop down first, she did just the same - brushing out her uniform before striking up an uninteresting conversation about the schedule.
They waited for the hallway to clear again. She held her thumb and forefinger together and waved, signaling Ruta to come down next. As the next crowd came through, she pretended to be scolding them. It cleared, Ashley waved, and down came Hunter. Hunter always came last - he wasn’t the best actor or liar, so they made sure that he could be ready to move immediately. They walked down the hall, past many unsuspecting soldiers and medics, until they were able to escape the facility they were locked up in. “Oh, thank gods.” Hunter let out a sigh of relief at the fresh air, no matter how cold it was. “Sh. We ain’t there yet. There’s still the entire damned city. Make sure your bags are on tight, n’if not, fasten them. I mean it. Y’gotta be ready to book it once we get through.” “What are we going to do after?” The question was, thankfully, vague enough to not alarm anyone they were passing by; but Colette anxiously gripped the shoulder belt to her bag. “Hoof it.” “On land? All the way back?” Ruta folded her arms over her chest. “I’ve worked it out already, trust me.”
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“How in the hells did you manage that!” Ruta laughed as she ran across the snow, outside the metal confines of Garlemald. “It’s cold, but kami, it’s free!” “I came prepared.” “Is that why your bag is larger than ours.” “Yeah. Managed to snatch a few uniforms and some blankets. We’ve got a long way to walk - most of it’s dead here. No life whatsoever, just snow. Ruta, yer on the way back first.” “Wait… is that why we’re walking?” “Aye. Othard connects here - stowing away on a ship or airship would skip over you entirely. So prepare t’get intimate with one another, ‘cause we’re gonna need a lot of body heat.” Ruta stopped and blinked at him. “...Thank you.” “You can thank me when y’get home. After Ruta, we’re going to stowaway on a merchant vessel - it’ll look more Garlean than Hingan, but it’s goin’ to get hijacked by pirates from Limsa. Which is how we get Hunter home. After that, Colette n’I’re gonna hitch a ship back t’Vesper Bay, and I’ll walk her back home.” They all seemed… shocked. Appalled, even. That this stranger would go out of his way to know so much about the way back, and that he’d help them even. “Where’re y’goin’ after that?” Hunter pat Ruta’s shoulder to get her moving again. “Mm. Back home, maybe. I dunno. Maybe I can get a job like this.” He laughed.
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“Mister?” “Mm?” Ashley looked up from his book, pipe hanging loosely from his mouth as his eyes caught a young girl standing next to him. Her face was red from crying, and looking over her clothes brought back memories and images he wished he didn’t have.
“...Need help?” His voice lowered, to not draw attention. She nodded, and he stood up from his seat to pull off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders - it was obviously too large, but that was the point. He pulled a hair-tie from his pocket to tie back her hair, so that its general style was different at a glance. He lifted her up to sit in the chair, having her hold the book up as if she were reading it. He placed his arm on the back of the chair, talking random nonsense about words in the book to the girl as his eyes caught a glimpse of several people walking in, looking around for something or someone. When he noticed the girl’s grip on the book tightened, he figured those were the people she was hiding from. He placed his hand on one of hers, holding the book up as well - and he kept his voice just as low.
“Relax… don’t show any tension. If they see white knuckles, they’ll get suspicious.” She did just that, nodding slowly. “Okay… uhm.” She was afraid her voice would be recognizable if she spoke, so she kept it low. “What’s this word mean?” “Eh?” He looked back at the book, noting she was just pointing at the word “the”, to which he smiled - she was trying to play along with him. “That word? Oh! That’s a name, sweetheart. I know, all them Elezen got such fancy names, y’could swear y’saw ‘em in a dictionary.” They kept on like that until he saw all of those same people leave. “There y’go. All gone. Need someplace safe t’stay?” “Mm..” She didn’t trust like that, and he noticed. He laughed, waving one of his hands. “Not with me. I have a friend who takes care of children goin’ through what you are. I can make sure y’get there with no problem. Unless you’ve got a place? I can take you wherever you need most.” She smiled a little bit, nodding. “Someplace safe… sounds nice.” “Good! Now up y’get. I’ll look inta these people that hurt you, okay?”
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He stared down at those graves, the ones he made; carved up of nothing but rocks and dirt, with desert blooms laid in place. All the thoughts welled up there - what he could have done, what could have gone better. Memories of all the times they had, wondering why he never said more. A lot of things were left unsaid - Ruta never got to propose to Colette, they never got to choose the colors of their wedding, or what flowers, what food and drinks; they never got to dance, and the last sight of each other wasn’t even a damned smile!
He cursed himself silently.
Hunter never got to go on about his newest niece, never got to tell the unheard stories of his family, never got to see the world as much as he dreamed, never got into a bar fight with a pirate; that the last he’d see of him was a damned smile! He never got to tell him-- He never got to tell them…
Ashley stared at the graves and knew…. this wasn’t how it was supposed to end.
He sat down in the dirt in front of them, offering some vague notion of a smile. “Y’won’t believe me. I know it. But… helped someone out today. Didn’t turn ‘em down. Didn’t make any snarky comments or nothin’. ‘Member that time out in the eastside of La Nocsea? It was like that, unfortunately. But, despite their faults n’corrupt nature, got the Blades t’clear ‘em all out after trackin’ ‘em to wherever they were hidin’.”
He let out a soft sigh. “...I miss y’all. So much. Y’meant so much to me. I was jus’ s’posed to take y’all home… n’y’stayed with me. You were my family… everythin’ I had. N’I… n’I jus’...” He shook his head. “I wish I could’ve done more. I… I… I love y’all, with all I could. Each n’every one o’ya’. I… never got t’tell you that. I hope… wherever y’are now… you know that. I’ll keep livin’ on, keep y’strong. Yer memories aren’t wasted, aren’t gone. Not yet. I’ll be damned if your story don’t get heard, though.”
He closed his eyes for just a moment
He snapped awake, not upright; he laid flat and stared at the pitch darkness in front of him. The bed below him was hard - it felt more like a floor. Wasn’t he in the dirt before? He could’ve sworn he was outside but a few seconds ago. It must’ve been a bad trip, lost all sense of time and ended up wherever he was now. All he had to do was find his stuff. He tried to sit up, only to slam his head on a short ceiling. “Augh… ow…” He tried to rub the spot he hit, only for his arm to scrape a wall right beside him. What was going on? He placed his hands flat on the shallow ceiling, feeling around - it was wood - he tried to find some means of escaping. There must’ve been a latch *somewhere*. One hand lowered to his pocket… most, if not all, of his gear and possessions were stripped of him; though he pat around to find an assortment of objects in the corners of his prison. When his hand landed on a lighter, it immediately lit up.
A coffin. Was he dead? Had they found him and buried him with his family? Did he… even want to be dead? The response of him slamming his hands on the lid and screaming for someone answered that question. There must’ve been a mistake, he wasn’t dead - he wasn’t! There was no way, none of this could be real. Dirt fell in between the cracks of the splintering shell he was incased in, no one was going to come. No one could hear him. He could feel the tears at his cheeks, the deepest recesses of his mind coming forward.
He didn’t want to die. He wasn’t ready to join them. “Gods, please… please…” He hoped some entity would come forth to dig him up and let him breathe. It was getting hot, he could barely catch his breath; like something stuck in his throat. He tried to cry for help again, met with the same silence. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, settling on his mouth and face and numbing his skin while he choked on nothing. He slammed his hands against the wood. Maybe there was just a small bit of air, if he could just get out. He dug his nails into the splinters and chips, tearing back his fingernails for just a *chance* at being able to dig his way to freedom. He was getting tired, though, exhausted. His chest hurt, and he could no longer hold up his arms. He stared at the darkness above him. Regardless of whether he wanted it or not, he could feel his vision fading - he tried to keep his eyes closed while gasping for the air that didn’t exist.
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Ashley snapped awake, upright, this time; eyes forced closed by the brightness of the sun reflecting off the walls of the city - still in front of the graves of his family. He panted heavily, head reeling from the nightmare.
A nightmare.
Just a nightmare.
He was never so thankful for knowing it was just a dream.
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dwarvenkin · 3 years
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Reflection
It was a beautiful mirror. Ornate to the point of gaudy. It came to no surprise to Veilyn that Astarion would own something so ostentatious or that he would spend hours basking in the beauty of his own face. The curious thing, though, was why he was alone in the woods, hiding of all things.
Under a waning moon beneath a canopy of trees, Astarion hunched over his mirror, muttering under his breath. Frustrated, he shook the damn thing, sending splintered light across tree trucks and underbrush. Breath caught in her throat when he growled, low and dangerous. 
But Veilyn liked danger. She liked the slope of his shoulders, the bend of his long neck, the line of his legs against the silver light of the moon. 
He’s beautiful, she thought.
Light as a cat, she toed closer to him. To live in the Underdark, you had to learn silence. How to live in it. How to be it. Blending into the rock and darkness became second-nature, and so she became one with the broken shadows of the forest, the symphony of crickets, the sharp scent of pine and dirt. The surface was so much different from underground. But her skin sang beneath the moon and she smiled wide with a wicked idea. She pulled out her dagger, gripped it tight in her hand.
Soon, she was so close she could hear his string of curses, his breathing, and with her dagger poised at his neck, he finally sighed, deep and pitiful.
He stood up straight and said, “Looking at something?”
Veilyn pursed her lips. “How did you know I was here?”
Astarion turned, stepped into her space, grinning at the tip of her dagger like a feral cat. “I can hear the blood rushing to your head and… well.” His gaze drifted down her body, past her breasts, to the spot between her legs.
Veilyn laughed, a twinkling sound. “It’s a wonder you can concentrate on anything at all,” she said, raising the dagger to his throat. She liked the way the iron looked against his white skin, the way it felt to hold his absolute trust in her hands. Because she would never hurt him unless he asked. Because, believe it or not, Astarion was the only member of this group she trusted as well. She dug the tip just a bit further into his skin.
And he let her.
“Like that mirror you’re trying to hide.”
“Are you saying you’re always thinking of naughty things to do to me?” He pressed into the point. A bead of blood welled against the cut and dripped down his pale neck, leaving a bright red streak behind. She watched as he swallowed, as the muscles worked around the dagger. Pleased with himself, his smile grew, sensing the desire pooling in her belly.
Energy, thick and tense, pulled at their bodies like magnets. The hairs across her skin stood on end as he looked down at her, so close she could see herself reflected in his red eyes. Veilyn coaxed him closer to her with the threat of her dagger. She tilted her head up, lips falling apart to capture his pink lips.
And paused.
“You’re avoiding the question.” She laughed as he groaned and huffed indignantly.
Finally, Veilyn sheathed her dagger and the energy dropped, like a spell broken at the crest of casting. She stepped to the elf’s side and peered down into the mirror. A round grey face looked back up at her. Black strands of hair came loose from the braids at her temples, making her look a bit wild. If it wasn't for her deep black eyes, cold and lonely, some might say she was cute. Pretty, even. She ignored them.
When she glanced to her reflection’s side, she saw nothing but the trees and underbrush behind them.
She frowned at the mirror. “No reflection.”
“Just one more benefit of my eternal condition,” he spat, lips curling around the words.
Veilyn hesitated, then swung her head towards him. “Do you miss it?”
Astarion gave a breathy, bitter laugh. It almost sounded like a punch to the gut. “Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I’ve never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.”
“What color were they before?” she asked, tentatively brushing her knuckles across his high cheekbones. Like always, he was cold to the touch.
Astarion closed his eyes, long white lashes fluttering against the backs of her fingers. “I… I don’t know. I can’t remember. My face is just some dark shape in my past.” Suddenly, he pushed her hand aside and hurled the mirror to the ground. The sound of shattered glass echoed throughout the forest. Her reflection lay fractured amongst the leaves and twigs. “Another thing I’ve lost.”
The silence that followed curled around them like a plume of smoke. Something about the high note of glass breaking cut the tension in Astarion’s shoulders, the stiffness in his back. Veilyn stepped around the glass and stood in front of him. She held his cold face in her hands. The white curls around his pointed ears fluttered against her breath.
“Let me be your mirror,” she said softly, tilting her head to catch his eye. “What do you want to know?”
A crease formed between his brows. Sadness spilled onto his face. “I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me… What you see.”
Grey fingertips danced across his cheeks and smoothed out the deep line between his eyebrows. He shuddered under her touch. “I see strong, piercing eyes.”
Astarion perked up, brightening. “Oh. Go on…”
Veilyn slowly trailed the tip of her fingernail down to the edge of his lips. They were soft and pink and opened obediently to nibble at her finger. “That dangerous smile.”
His fangs glistened in the moonlight. Watching him take her wrist against his mouth made her blood pound in her ears, her heart hammer against her chest. Her body felt like the end of a lightning spell, static and charged, and all she wanted to do in that moment was watch her vampire sink his fangs into the veins of her wrist and drink deep.
And he did.
The pain was quick and sharp, but eventually turned into a dull throb. Like the many times he asked before, when he took from her, her body became a distant thing and all that was left was numb bliss. When her knees grew weak, he wrapped a strong arm around her waist and held her up. She bowed her head against his shoulder.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered in his ear.
Astarion’s tongue, red and wet, darted out to catch the last drops of blood before pulling her to his chest and kissing her hard and deep. Blood trickled down the corners of her mouth, down her chin and neck and between her breasts. He licked that up as well.
Astarion was full of noise -- huffs and groans and whines. Veilyn thought she liked that best about him. He was beautiful and unapologetically loud and most importantly… hers.
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loved your ovi fic!! I'd love to see another. Maybe Geralt is sick of Jaskier trying to follow him on hunts so he tries to scare him off by using him as bait for a monster with an ovipositor who pumps him full of eggs. The eggs have to stay inside a host for 24 hrs, so Geralt plugs Jas up and watches gleefully as the grotesquely swollen, sobbing bard has to painfully waddle around after him for a whole day, too big to fit into his fancy clothes. He might just let Jas come on more hunts after all
hi i want to do So Many Things with this and not the least of which is write like 10k of jaskier being stuffed and then paraded around, but i’m supposed to be keeping this short(ish) SO
bless you and your cow, have your dub-con oviposition and geralt being questionable and horny
Geralt expects that the threat will make Jaskier back off, maybe finally make him feel afraid.
Apparently, it’s as fruitless as expecting Jaskier to stop following him.
“If I let you come on this hunt, I’ll be using you as bait.”
Jaskier blinks. “...well,” he says. “I suppose. What do you mean, exactly, by bait?”
Geralt sighs and rubs at his temples. “Exactly what I said, bard, I don’t speak in metaphors and half-truths like you. You’ll be bait. Tied up in the forest to lure the creature in.”
Among other things, he thinks, but doesn’t say.
Jaskier hums. “Well, that seems easy enough. Is this a particularly violent monster?”
“...no.” Geralt shakes his head. “It’s not malevolent at all.”
“So you’re not killing it?”
“No. I’m helping it. Sort of. More helping myself and a mage willing to pay a whole lot of gold for something that’s rather hard to obtain.”
“...alright,” Jaskier says. “I trust you.”
Geralt frowns. You shouldn’t. “Leave your lute and the doublet. It’s not likely to be kind to your clothes or anything else in its way.”
Jaskier nods. Of course, now is when he decides to be obedient.
– – – – –
“So what kind of monster is it? I’ve seen those bestiaries of yours.”
“Elementa,” Geralt answers. “Came with the Convergence. It’s made mostly of slime and tentacles.”
“Disgusting!” Jaskier says brightly. “Should make for a good drinking song.”
Geralt bites back on a snort. “Yeah, sure,” he murmurs.
– – – – – 
Geralt isn’t quite sure which is the worst part of this: the fact that when he tells him to, Jaskier strips naked as if he has no qualms about being entirely bare in a monster-infested forest with Geralt staring at him, or that when he ties Jaskier up, the bard’s cock starts to fill.
His does, too, but he knew that would happen. After a century of life, shame is kind of hard to come by. 
Jaskier is humming quietly to himself while Geralt finishes with the ropes. The bard is standing a few feet in front of a large oak, legs spread shoulder-width apart and arms stretched above his head. There’s rope around his ankles that’s anchored to stakes on either side of him, pulled taut so he can’t close his legs, and the rope around his wrists is secured to a thick branch above his head. 
He’s vulnerable. He’s looking around the clearing as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
Geralt wants to fucking ruin him, but he knows that the monster will do that for him, so he holds back.
“Is there anything particular I should do to lure the creature out?” Jaskier asks as Geralt begins to pack up. He’ll be close enough to watch, but the monster isn’t likely to come around if it can sense too much silver. 
“No,” he shakes his head. “The smell of you will be enough.”
“The smell of me?” Jaskier asks, and Geralt gives a pointed nod to his half-hard cock.
The bard at least has the decency to flush. “You have very nice hands,” he says, as if that’s any kind of explanation or excuse. “So the monster is, uh...interested, I suppose.”
“Yes.” More than, Geralt thinks. It’ll think you’re the perfect host to lay its eggs. “I’ll be watching.”
He makes no more promises. After all, he’s not withholding the true intent of the monster – or this hunt – for shits and giggles. He’s trying to teach Jaskier a lesson.
“Alright,” Jaskier agrees. “I’ll be here.”
Geralt rolls his eyes, and makes off for the tree he’d scouted before beginning to tie Jaskier up.
– – – – –
It takes barely ten minutes after Geralt’s scent has faded away for the monster to show up. It’s a brilliant blue, looking like the water of a lake at high noon in the summer, and moves a lot like a river might, if water were thicker than it is. At first, it looks like a mobile puddle, really, but then, as it gets to the center of the clearing – finally catching Jaskier’s attention – the tentacles appear. They’re darker in color, more solid, but no less slick and viscous, Geralt knows from experience.
He’s far enough away to not alert the monster, but he’s close enough to see the microexpressions cross Jaskier’s face, to hear his sharp intake of breath. To smell him, just faintly, on the wind. He’s more turned on than before. Go figure.
The monster investigates for a moment, tentacles leaving sticky trails over the ropes first, and then Jaskier’s feet and calves, his wrists and forearms. Jaskier makes an odd, choked sound, then giggles and squirms – ticklish.
Interesting.
Slowly but surely, the monster’s explorations move toward Jaskier’s center, until there’s one sliding curiously over his cock, and – judging by the short, sharp noise Jaskier makes as he rocks onto his tiptoes – his ass.
“Fr...friendly, aren’t you,” Jaskier pants. “That’s – oh.”
Geralt almost wishes he’d tied Jaskier differently, so he could watch the process of the monster slowly working a tentacle into his ass, but he’d only had so much rope and limited options for how to get Jaskier tied properly. It’s an unfortunate loss, but he does get the next best thing, getting to watch Jaskier’s face as the reality of what’s happening starts to dawn on him.
He squirms, feet wriggling in the damp soil, hips twisting. “Geralt, Geralt,” he calls. “This is – are you – ”
Geralt doesn’t reply. He doesn’t need to, not really. He’d said he'd be watching; he didn’t tell Jaskier he would be listening, or that he’d come to the rescue. 
Again, he’s teaching the bard a lesson.
He can see the moment the tentacle breaches Jaskier’s body from the way the bard’s eyes go wide as his mouth drops open. Seemingly against his own will, his hips rock back and then forward again, and he moans, loud and clear.
Well. That’s interesting.
He’d expected Jaskier might, but….
The tentacle sinks deeper, then pulls back and thrusts again; once more, Geralt wishes he could see it properly, watch Jaskier’s hole stretch around the slimy girth of it, but he can’t move now. It will have to suffice to see the movement of the tentacle and Jaskier’s face.
It doesn’t take long to work up to the right point, the tentacle brutally efficient in its job of stretching Jaskier’s ass wide and slicking him up. Jaskier is moaning throughout the process, eyes crossed when they’re not closed, body shaking where the ropes are suspending his weight. His cock is much more than half-hard by now, and as Geralt watches, it throbs and drips a string of precum to the forest floor.
“Geralt,” Jaskier mumbles weakly. “Geralt, you….”
He doesn’t finish. Geralt doesn’t wonder what he was going to say, watching with anticipation as the preparing tentacle slips away and a new one replaces it. Jaskier whines when the first leaves, and then whines again, louder, when the second appears.
“Oh, what,” he mutters, wriggling his hips again. Two tentacles appear at his sides, wrapping tight around him like the rope, functionally immobilizing him. He gasps sharply, eyes flying open wide, and then he’s doing it again as they slam shut again when the new tentacle behind him starts to push inside. 
“Big,” Jaskier whimpers, lashes fluttering. Geralt allows himself a small, nearly-silent chuckle. Big, indeed, he thinks. It’ll get worse.
This tentacle sinks inside with a slow, steady pace, no thrusts at all. Jaskier is panting and whining at the stretch of it, at the fullness, his cock bobbing and drooling as he shifts as much as he can with how captive he’s become. Geralt can tell the moment that the second tentacle reaches the right depth, because he can just barely see the way Jaskier’s belly bulges around it. 
“Geralt,” Jaskier whines again. “What is it – what’s – ”
His eyes go wide again and he properly tries to struggle this time, no more wriggling but instead trying to thrash. He doesn’t get anywhere, held tight with Geralt’s rope and the tentacles still around his waist. Geralt’s eyes flick to the part of the tentacle still resting on the ground, behind Jaskier’s calf, where he can still see it. There’s a slightly darker shape moving through it, up toward Jaskier’s body.
He bites his lip and watches intently, wanting to capture the exact moment that Jaskier feels the new stretch, as well as when the egg is deposited in his guts. 
He catches both. Jaskier’s eyes widen even further somehow, and he chokes out an alarmed noise; once the egg is past his rim, he just squirms fruitlessly some more, and then he’s choking around a deep, startled grunt when the egg slips into his belly. Geralt can see the bulge of it, and his cock throbs in his breeches.
Jaskier is panting. “Geralt, this is – what is happening, this isn’t…. Fuck.”
Another egg makes the journey, and Geralt watches everything repeat, sees the way Jaskier’s cock jerks and pulses as it settles into his belly, too. Another, and then another – half a dozen, a dozen, two dozen. 
Finally, Geralt watches the twenty-fifth egg pump into Jaskier, where his belly is already swollen, lumpy with the eggs and probably aching. Jaskier’s cock is, impossibly, still hard, purpling at the tip and shiny with the wealth of precum smeared over the head. 
There’s a moment where the tentacle pulls out slightly, then pulses one last time before it drops to the ground, and the monster begins its slow crawl away. Geralt watches it go out of the corner of his eye, most of his focus on Jaskier where he dangles from the ropes, exhausted and clearly in pain and still wanting, somehow.
Jaskier whines when Geralt re-enters the clearing. “Hurts,” he rasps. “I – Geralt. They won’t...come out.”
“It’s plugged you,” Geralt explains. “The eggs have to stay in a host for 24 hours. The plug it made will dissolve in about half an hour, but I’ve got another to make sure they stay.
Jaskier’s eyes go wide. “Tw – twenty four hours?” he asks breathlessly. “Geralt, I can’t – this is – ”
“You wanted to come on a hunt,” Geralt shrugs. “I needed bait and an incubator.”
Jaskier whines. “What – what if I hadn’t come along.”
“I’d have done it.”
“...you say that like you’ve done this before.”
“I have. Not very often, but it’s lucrative. I’m going to untie you. Lean on my if you need to, but don’t press your stomach against anything too hard.”
“...fine.”
Slowly, Geralt unties Jaskier – feet first, and then arms, letting the bard lean on him and then lowering him slowly to the ground while he gathers the rope and stores it away. Once everything is packed, he grabs the plug he’d brought and walks back over to Jaskier.
“Legs open,” he orders, and Jaskier squeaks, but does it. His cock has softened, but only just, and Geralt feels his own throb again. He gets the plug into Jaskier’s ass with as much professionalism as he can, then stands and offers a hand out.
Jaskier gapes. “You’re – we’re not going, are we?”
Geralt raises a brow. “Yes,” he says. “We need to get to the next town before sundown. Find an inn.”
“Geralt,” Jaskier says, voice rising in panic. “I’m – my clothes won’t fit like this. I can’t just – we have to camp.”
“No,” Geralt shakes his head. “If I had done this, we’d be moving on – so we’ll move on. Come on, up.”
He reaches out and grabs Jaskier’s wrist to pull him up. Jaskier shouts and stumbles to his feet, groaning loudly as the eggs shift. Geralt watches in fascination as his cock starts to harden again.
He’s clearly in pain, and upset, and a myriad of things that Geralt would think would squash his arousal.
And yet.
“Maybe if you’re good and walk along until we get to the next town, I’ll let you come,” Geralt offers.
Jaskier sucks in a breath, then whimpers when that clearly hurts him. “Geralt,” he pleads, but Geralt just shakes his head, and the bard sighs. He settles a hand over his bulging belly and grunts.
“...okay,” he says. “Help me get my boots back on, and okay.”
Geralt does just that, carefully not letting himself grin.
– – – – –
Jaskier is whimpering three minutes in. Ten minutes in, he’s crying. Fifteen, and he’s sobbing, shoulders shaking as he holds his belly. 
All the while, his cock never flags all the way.
Geralt watches him, pleased, as he sobs and gasps and stumbles, naked as the day he was born aside from the boots. His belly is starting to bruise, mottled from the inside because of the pressure, and his knees are shaking with each step he takes. 
By the time they can see the town on the horizon, the sun casting a gold-orange glow as it sets, Jaskier is gasping, heart rate almost dangerously elevated, and his eyes are hazy. Obviously, they can’t enter the town like this – no matter how much Geralt wants to, wants to see the looks they’d get, a Witcher on his horse with a swollen, bruised bard stumbling along behind him looking well-fucked and ruined, a plug settled in his ass.
So just outside, in a dark patch of trees, he stops, and pulls Jaskier into the shelter.
“Geralt,” Jaskier gasps. “Geralt, please, this is – too much, too much.”
“Nearly a whole day to go, bard,” Geralt says, not unsympathetically. “But I did say I would give you a reward, no? And we need to get you somewhat decent to go into town, anyway. Come here.”
Jaskier lists into Geralt’s arms immediately, whimpering, and Geralt carefully situates him so there’s no weight on his lumpy belly, but he doesn’t have to hold himself up at all. 
It only takes two strokes and a soft murmur of, “Very good, Jaskier,” to make the bard come with a cracked scream.
When he’s done convulsing through the pleasure – likely jostling the eggs around his insides, which either hurts or feels incredible, Geralt knows from personal experience – he goes back to sobbing.
“Geralt, Geralt,” he whimpers. “I, I can’t.”
“Yes you can, bard,” Geralt says. “Just a little more.”
Jaskier sucks in a sharp, ragged breath, and Geralt feels the way the cramp rocks through his body. His own cock throbs heavily in his breeches, but he continues to ignore it. He can deal with it later – maybe even have Jaskier deal with it….
But later, all the same.
“Come on, Jaskier.”
“...o-okay.”
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“I’ll just write one scene”
Good news! It wasn’t acid!
Bad news! It was so much worse!
Marinette had apparently learned nothing from the last time she’d been thrown into painful green liquid. That thing about holding your breath? Yeah, that doesn’t work when you were screaming your whole way down. It also didn’t help that she backflopped and whatever air she’d managed to hold onto left her with a gasp right before she was submerged in the cold green.
Of course, the lack of oxygen was the least of her worries.
Every wound she’d ever gotten had reopened, one at a time.
Burns her hands from the times she’d helped her family in the bakery. Skin got sloughed off her elbows and knees from years of trips and pushes. Her nose cracked under a kickball gone awry. A hole slowly tore itself into her cheek from how often she bit at it.
But that wasn’t the worst part. If it had just been that, she would have been fine. She inched through the water between gasps for air as the Lazarus waters churned to keep her head under, searching desperately for shore through all the green, but it wasn’t to be. She was distracted by the end of the first minute by a whole new world of pain.
She had forgotten about most of the akuma stuff. Call it selective memory or repression or whatever, but now it was coming back in literally excruciating detail. All the times she had missed jumps on patrols and snapped another part of her leg in half. Her trademark yoyo’s string dug into the skin of her fingers, threatening to cut off her fingers and even occasionally managing. A mind controlled Chat’s Cataclysm, setting every cell in her arm alight before killing them entirely.
Levity came in the form of being a Gotham vigilante. At that point punches and kicks and slaps and even the odd slash with a knife were nothing in comparison to a Cataclysm --.
A chunk was torn out of her side and she cried out. The bullet buried itself in her, that wasn’t what hurt the most. The area around the bullet was torn to shreds and steaming and generally just everything skin should not be doing.
She knelt in the water and pressed her hand to the wound, taking deep breaths of the green for the first time in a while and remembering that that was a bad idea when her vision threatened to go black.
No time to think about that, though!
She was mercilessly pulled back to her old pains as she felt something cold pressed to the side of her head. A blade dug under the skin, pushing down and sawing through the cartilage of her ears, taking the pinna with it. The last sounds she ever properly heard were the screams tearing themselves from her throat. Fingers scraped the wounds as she begged and pleaded for him to stop, digging into the frayed skin and fractured bones until it pulled out its prize.
The acid was back. It ate at her skin and pushed itself down her throat and into where her ears had been and sept into every inch of her until she could feel nothing except for pain. Every nerve ending screamed for an end to it, for death to take her finally.
And then it was gone. And she, foolishly, hoped it was over. After all, that was a perfectly viable death. She could have absolutely died in that moment, the acid could have dissolved everything of use or suffocated her until her body finally gave out.
But then came the thirst.
And, somehow, the thirst was the worst part.
At least with everything else it was something she had dealt with, it was things she knew she could get through. She’d done it before, she’d endured it, and that was fine. But the hunger was different. She’d spent those last few days completely out of it. Mostly lost in a world where her problem was less the fact that she was slowly dying of dehydration and more that everyone in her life thought she was stupid and useless and more trouble than she was worth.
And she almost missed that. Her constant nightmares had made her more or less numb to that by this point.
Instead, she felt the slow gnawing at what the acid had left of her stomach. Her throat torn to shreds, her mouth hopelessly dry despite the water that she was drowning in. The fatigue taking over every part of her until she could no longer fight against the pit holding her under. Every cell in her body seemed to give out, one by one. They knew it was useless, that she was useless, that there was no point in hoping SHE of all people could get her hands on it in time. Lidded eyes slowly, painfully, raised to look at the shore only a few feet away. She tried to force herself to grab onto something beneath her despite the fact that she was shaking so badly she knew it was impossible, tried to drag herself the last bit…
She slumped forward, gone before her head had even hit the bottom.
~
She woke up to fingers trailing through her hair, slowly and gently pulling knots out of damp locks.
And then they pulled their hands out.
She was allowed to roll off the person’s lap to cough and sputter and gasp until the bulk of the water was out of her lungs. Even after she’d managed to expel it, she felt weak and shaky. She refused to move out of the position she was in, forehead pressed to the cool rock in the cave, knees tucked under her, hands covering the back of her neck and head protectively. She couldn’t care less that she was touching her own lung water, that there was still a steady trail dripping from her parted lips. At least when she was like this she didn’t have to face whatever had happened to her in the time since she’d passed out.
“Marinette?” Said Damian from somewhere near her, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it.
She gave him a cough as an answer.
She took one last, shaky breath of semi-fresh air and then forced her eyes open.
Yep, that was a puddle of lung water. She looked down at the rock beneath her, taking in the ugly green tint that the waters cast upon it.
The shivering wouldn’t stop. She didn’t know whether it was her weak muscles or the intense cold that had soaked into her bones.
A hand rested upon her back and she forced herself to look over at Duke. He looked at her, concern etched in every line of his green face.
Wait, green?
She blinked a few times to try and get the last of the water that would be in her eyes out, but it didn’t seem to be getting any better. Frustrated, she brought her hands up to try and rub the green out.
It wasn’t working.
She rubbed harder, started trying to almost pull off her skin and might have even popped her eyes out if hands hadn’t caught her wrists and pulled them away from her face.
She looked up at Damian for a few minutes, taking in the odd tint in her vision that made his skin a sickly color. She felt like up, but there didn’t seem to be anything in her stomach to throw up with.
“How’re you feeling?” Asked Damian carefully, still not releasing her.
Her irritation spiked and she wrenched her hands free. “Fine, thanks.” She had to tear the short words from her throat, it was raw and scratchy and she hated speaking but she continued on regardless: “I’m not a civvie, Dami, you don’t have to pretend like you care.”
He reeled back like he’d been slapped -- well, no, she’d seen him take far more than a slap without flinching, but you get the point -- and she couldn’t find it in herself to care.
Still, she forced a “sorry” through tight lips. He hardly seemed perturbed by just how fake the apology was, probably used to it considering he had as many siblings as he had, and left to go talk to his mother.
She flopped back onto the stone despite the fact that it was too cold, that SHE was too cold, and just laid there. She glared at some stalactites on the ceiling like they had personally offended her.
Duke’s face carefully poked its way into her vision and she looked up at him for a minute before sighing and reaching a hand towards him. He got the idea, locking his hand with hers and pulling her to shaky feet. She leaned against him heavily, head resting against his shoulder.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t realize… I didn’t think it would be that bad...”
She shook her head slightly against his shoulder and he let himself trail off.
Damian and Talia were speaking in Arabic. Marinette couldn’t translate most of it, but she got the general gist. Damian was saying thanks over and over again (one of the few words she’d managed to catch onto in Arabic outside of swears) and Talia’s hand motions assured that it was fine. Damian hesitated slightly before wrapping his mother in a hug and, though she tensed up at first and seemed unsure what to do, she carefully returned it.
Marinette felt like she was intruding. Her gaze fell to the floor.
Oh. Someone had taken her miraculous off of her, she realized as she looked down at herself. She wore one of Jason’s hoodies and a pair of Cass’s old sweatpants, both stolen from their owners. A hand came up to touch her hair and she noted absently that it was still pushed out of her face with a cloth headband from when she was doing her skincare routine right before the incident with the Rogues. It was like nothing had ever happened.
Honestly, it was almost weird to see casual clothes on herself rather than the swing-style dress she’d been wearing for who knows how long --.
Huh. She wondered if Kaalki was okay. She hoped so, she would have felt awful if the kwami had gotten hurt because of overuse.
She looked at Duke to ask, and found him stressing over something on his phone. She tried to peek over his shoulder and pouted when he angled the phone away and continued to type out a message.
“Dukeeeeeeee. Duke. Duke. Duuuuuke. Duke. Duke,” she whined to be annoying.
He didn’t answer outside of moving the hand on her shoulder up to cover her mouth. She licked his hand and saw disgust flicker across his face before he brought his hand up to try and wipe her spit off on her forehead. She recoiled and pressed back against the offending hand, holding him off.
They continued on like this for a good minute before Damian sidled up between them and forced them apart.
“You’re both children.”
Marinette huffed a little and clung onto him, partially to be annoying and partially because she still felt horribly weak and cold. He seemed annoyed but he supported her weight as they started walking back through the compound.
“Dami, you’re the youngest one here. If we’re children what does that make you?”
“A baby,” said Duke, pocketing his phone.
Damian’s face burned red and he clicked his tongue. “I’m hardly younger than either of you.”
“Three months is a long time,” Marinette said wisely.
“Three years is even longer,” Duke said, even wiser.
A scowl made its way across the least wise person’s face. “Why do I put up with either of you?”
“Because you love us,” said Marinette just as Duke said “Because you’re a softy”.
Duke grinned and held up a hand for her to high five and she did so, only to regret it when she was forced to remember that there had been spit on that hand. He smirked at her disgust. She vaguely considered murder.
Duke’s amusement slowly disappeared and he looked at Damian. “They’re on their way. Should get here within a few hours.”
Damian cringed.
Marinette buried her face in his shoulder and closed her eyes, considering everything. She doubted that when they said ‘they’ they weren’t including Bruce. Even if she didn’t have her quick and easy murder method anymore, she could still be deadly. Then again, she would have to fight off however many batfamily members just to get to him and by the point she did so -- IF she even did so -- she would be exhausted and easy for Bruce to subdue.
Hm. It was worth a shot, at least.
~
Marinette stared at the suitcase on the ground. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Mari, you look dead on your feet -- don’t laugh I’m being serious -- and if anyone saw us walking you through town... it would be bad.”
Her slight smile at the unintentional joke slipped into a frown as she bit the inside of her cheek. “What if I say I have trauma related to suitcases?”
“Considering you’ve already been in it and we just watched all your trauma -- or, at least, all the things you would consider to be trauma -- play out, I’m going to have to say I don’t quite believe you.”
A dark look passed over her face and, for a moment, she swore the world looked just a little more green.
But, then, she held her hands out and let them tie them off with some rope.
(Of course, she knew how to get out of it, but it would be a pain and, really, what would she do if she could get out? Suitcases aren’t exactly easy to get out of from the inside.)
“Sorry about this, Mari,” said Duke.
She hummed her understanding.
They closed the suitcase over her. Without a giant dress in the way, it was actually a pretty roomy space. Still, it took a lot of shifting to find a position where her bony knees and elbows didn’t dig into her. This didn’t last long. Now that she didn’t have the warmth of another person she was unbearably cold. Bony limbs be damned, she wasn’t going to freeze to death in a suitcase of all things.
Once she stopped shifting around they started walking. She rested her head against the suitcase, eyes struggling to remain open, and found they were talking about food in the areas around them. She wanted food. She told them so. There was a beat where they stilled and then Damian promised to get her something.
Alright. So they could hear her in there. That took away the calling the police option, but that didn’t matter much.
Out of boredom, she pulled her phone from her pocket and clicked it on. To her surprise, it actually worked.
She stared at the home screen for a moment. She and Jason were flipping off the camera while Tim looked on, unamused. She’d used to think the picture was cute. Now, though, with her vision tinted green and the knowledge of what she was going to do... she found tears springing to her eyes. She looked at the screen for just a second longer to check the time -- 15:00 -- and then turned the phone around and used it as a light.
With nothing else to do as she waited for things to pan out the way she wanted, she examined herself. It was weird to look at her hands and see them in perfect shape. Old scars from the oven and repeated punching without proper protection on her knuckles and lines from her yoyo were all gone. No hint of anything that had ever happened to her. It felt weird. Like she wasn’t really herself anymore.
She tripped out on that for a while until she heard voices.
Alright, go time.
She slipped her phone back into her pocket. She doubted anyone would think to check her for one.
She carefully pulled her headband down and slipped it in her mouth, then knotted the fabric behind her head a few times until it was so tight it almost hurt.
Marinette took a deep breath and then started screaming through her makeshift gag.
Three things happened in rapid succession: the light chatter around the three of them petered out, Duke swore loudly, and then the bats broke into a run.
Despite their best efforts, though, they got caught. It’s kind of hard to run and do parkour when you’re toting along a suitcase, especially if you don’t want to hurt the person inside. The suitcase rolled to a stop and she could hear mad scrambling as Duke and Damian struggled to get away without risking their civilian identities.
Marinette squeezed her eyes shut and started thinking.
The bats were going to hate her for this. She was going to have to actually put in effort to die now instead of having an instant death via taking off her miraculous. Harley probably didn’t know that she was still alive (or, rather, around, because the ‘alive’ thing was very recent) and Marinette couldn’t even be sure she cared.
Tears sprang to her eyes. Good, good. Keep thinking about that.
Harley was going to be so pissed at her for taking so long. Harley would always love Joker more than her. Harley was probably just using her for her own gain. Harley didn’t care about her and never would, or at least not in the way Marinette so desperately wanted her to.
By the time the suitcase was opened Marinette was full on sobbing. The sudden influx of light certainly didn’t help the situation.
She whimpered and shielded her eyes despite wanting oh-so-desperately to step out into the sun and bask in its rays for the first time since before Harley.
Some god must have been listening to her for once, because a pair of hands carefully lifted her out of the suitcase. She slowly, almost reluctantly, looked up at her ‘savior’. The kind-looking woman had moved to block most of the sunlight and the little parts that escaped surrounded her head like a halo. Marinette gave her a wet smile as her gag and the rope binding her hands were removed.
The woman spoke to her in Arabic and, though she didn’t understand any of it, the soft edge to her voice made her feel so safe. Marinette choked out a sob and allowed the woman to gather her into a hug.
Briefly, her gaze lifted from the woman’s shoulder and she saw Damian and Duke getting held back by some random citizens. If the civilians had seen the watery smile on her face they would have thought it was just happiness at finally be saved. The two bats knew better, the slightly sour looks on their faces told her so.
A hand came up to run through her hair and she buried her face in the woman’s shoulder as she began to cry even harder.
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The officer was holding Duke and Damian at gunpoint as two citizens worked at trying to cuff them. He only put his gun back in its holster after he was sure that they weren’t going to be running anytime soon.
Marinette didn’t know for sure what the cop thought was going on, but she had a few guesses. After all, she worked in law enforcement too, however unofficially. If she’d seen someone in her state -- clothes hanging off her too-thin frame and shaking like a leaf after being pulled out of a suitcase -- she would have instantly assumed trafficking or, at the very least, kidnapping.
Knowing what the officer was expecting, she also knew exactly how to play into that idea. Really, the boys had had no chance.
“She’s our sister!” Damian tried to argue.
The officer, Ali, looked at the three of them with a skeptical frown. Damian might have passed as her family, they were both mixed white and chinese (he was also part arab, but half-siblings exist), but Duke definitely couldn’t.
“Did you know these men before… all of this, ma’am?”
She sniffled and brought a hand up to swipe under her eyes. Technically, if she were actually a trafficking victim, the answer would have probably been ‘yes’, most trafficking cases started out on the victim’s terms. She also knew that, when victims were truthful about this, they often got thrown into jail for prostitution. She didn’t feel like getting thrown in a cell.
“N-no. I was just going to work and they -- and they --,” she cut herself off, dissolving into sobs.
Ali pulled her into a hug and she tried to ignore the fact that his hand was definitely too low.
She could practically FEEL Damian and Duke’s annoyance. This looked bad for them, all three of the present bats knew it, and the real explanation wouldn’t be believed.
The two boys were filed into the back of a police car and Marinette was allowed to sit shotgun.
The cop offered her a shock blanket and, despite not being in shock, she took it. She was so unbearably cold despite her thick layers and the fact that it was the middle of summer.
She watched the cop walk around the car to the driver’s seat and everything was quiet as they started off towards the police station.
“You’re an asshole, Mari,” Duke said in French.
She glanced at the cop, but he just looked confused. Fair enough. English was a pretty common second language around the world because of business and tourism, but no one learned French if they didn’t have to.
She gave a wet laugh. “Yeah.”
The cop frowned. “What are they saying?”
She waved him off. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not!”
She fought back a bit of laughter and turned in her seat to look at the two of them. “What’d you boys really expect?”
“You’ve never tried to leave before, forgive us for thinking that wouldn’t change. It’s called…” Damian frowned for a moment before finding the term he needed: “Learned helplessness.”
“Tell me you didn’t pay attention in psychology without telling me. Learned helplessness is where you try a bunch of different things and nothing works so you learn not to try again. I never tried anything.”
“Oh so NOW she knows about psychological trauma,” complained Duke.
A true frown made its way across her face. “I’ve always known about psychological trauma. It was Hawkmoth’s whole thing in Paris.”
“She knows intellectually, she’s just woefully unable to apply the teachings to herself,” said Damian.
Marinette scowled at him. “Harley. Didn’t. Traumatize. Me.”
All she got were two eyerolls and she huffed, turning back around in her seat and crossing her arms. The boys switched languages and, after checking to make sure she didn’t understand, started chatting.
She slowly started to nod off, head resting against the center console. She was without her normal coffee, and she kind of regretted not waiting for Duke and Damian to get food before enacting her plan, and she’d more or less cried herself out earlier…
The only thing keeping her from sleeping was Ali’s hand, resting right on top of her head. She wanted to think it was innocent. In her experience, cops almost never were.
The chattering cut off when they came to a stop and she slowly lifted her head up and looked around, expecting a police station. Instead, she found a normal red light (or, at least, she was pretty sure that it was red, her vision was still tinted green). She frowned a little and turned to look at Duke and Damian…
They had disappeared from the backseat.
She shot up and hissed a curse. Of course they could break out of police cars -- now that she was thinking about it, she was pretty sure Duke had mentioned doing it before.
Ali looked back and she saw his face change from calm to confused to annoyed. He tried to smooth his expression back into a neutral one and assure her that everything was fine, but she didn’t really care about him anymore.
She reached into his belt and pulled his gun out of its holster. Safety off. Finger on the trigger. Evade the hand trying to take it away. Push him back with a foot until he’s pressed against a window. Check that he can’t move much. Point at his head.
“Thanks for the help,” she chirped. “Or, at least, for trying.”
She pulled the trigger.
Blood and gore splattered everywhere. Point blank range always had that effect. The shock blanket managed to keep most of it off of her, but some got on her face and in her hair.
She thought she’d be more disgusted. If not with herself then at least with the blood. Instead, she reached a hand up slowly to rest over where the blood had hit. It was… warm. She hadn’t expected that she could ever feel warm again.
She slowly looked at the body. It was gushing blood all over her foot and she found she almost didn’t care. She almost found herself smiling. It was soaking through her old sneakers, warming her in a way nothing else had since she'd been dunked in the Pit.
And then the color… kwami. It wasn’t green, it wasn’t brown or black like what normally happens when you mixed red and green, it was RED.
A sickening smile finally made its way across her face.
The screaming started. She pulled herself from her haze, released the body and watched it slump. Right. This was going to suck if she got arrested.
She shed her blanket and leaned over the body, checking for and taking everything she could use. Taser. Extra bullets. A baton. Tear gas. Wallet…
Yeah, that was everything, she was pretty sure. She, reluctantly, wiped the still-wet blood off her hands to pull her hood up and cover her splattered face and then slipped out the door. No one stopped her -- probably because of the gun in her hands -- and she was allowed to disappear down an alley.
Alright. She was free.
She wasn’t FREE free, obviously, the bats would find her eventually. But she had some time out. What should she do first?
… she should probably get the blood off. Getting arrested would suck.
She slipped out the other side of the alley and started weaving her way through the city in search of a gas station. There were a good amount in Tibet, so it didn’t take too long to find one. She ducked into it to wash the remaining blood off her face and hands and, after being prompted to buy something by a clerk in return for being allowed the pleasure of using their dingy bathrooms, bought a tiny bag of chips.
Then she was back to walking aimlessly. She made sure to switch directions often, occasionally even going back the way she’d just come. The less predictable her movements the better.
She nibbled at the chips as she went. She’d only bought them to get the cashier off her ass, but she actually was pretty hungry. She had to fight herself not to scarf the entire thing down.
Right, basic needs have been met, what next?
She pulled her phone from her pocket and checked the time. 20:00. The bats were definitely in the city.
She hesitated slightly. They probably assumed her phone was dead, even she had, so they probably hadn’t started tracking her yet…
She swallowed back her fear. She needed to do this before one of the bats realized and actually started tracking her.
A few clicks later, she was pressing her phone to her ear.
It didn’t even ring once before she got an answer: “Marinette?”
“Maman,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
Marinette could practically hear the way her mother’s shoulders slumped in relief. She rested her head back against the wall, tears springing to her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day.
“We thought you were…” Her mother didn’t dare complete the thought aloud.
Marinette held back the ‘Well, I was, but I got better’ that was on the tip of her tongue. Her mother didn’t know about her activities as Ladybug and she was never going to. Marinette took a vow to protect when she started heroism, and that definitely extended to her parents.
“I’m alive. Surprise,” she said after a moment’s consideration.
Sabine gave a little laugh and Marinette didn’t care if it was forced because it was HERS. A sob built in her throat.
“I hope you know you owe me more explanation than just that, young lady. It’s almost been a year! Your father and I --.” Sabine stopped herself and softened her tone. “We’ve been so worried. Are you okay?”
She swallowed thickly. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m... fine. And… I can’t explain, there’s just so much and… yeah. It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine. I just needed to hear your voice again.”
Her mother hesitated. “That sounds an awful lot like you’re about to disappear again.”
“I am,” she confirmed, because lying would hurt her mother more in the long run. Still, she almost wished that she could have lied because listening to her mother sob was almost unbearable. “I’m sorry. I can’t talk long. I just wanted to call and tell you guys that… that I’m okay. And that I love you.”
Her mother’s breath caught.
Marinette glared at the ground.
She waited for her mother to get her breathing under control.
“I love you, too, sweetie. Would you like to talk to Pere?”
She hesitated and then mumbled a no. She couldn’t. Talking to her mother was hard, but at least her mother was practical. Her mother knew that Marinette wasn’t going to change what she was doing. Her mother knew that Marinette was doing what she felt like she must.
Her father, though, her father would plead with her. He’d promise to protect her. He’d promise that she could come home, that they could deal with it together, that everything is easier to handle when you do it with others. And she just might believe him.
“Goodbye,” she whispered.
The phone slipped from her hand and she barely paid it any mind as it shattered on the concrete below.
She slowly slid to the ground beside her phone and rested her head in her hands. Tears that she’d been holding back since she started the call spilled from between her fingers. Her breath came to her in shaky gasps that were definitely not enough in the long run and her lungs hurt as she struggled for air between sobs but it was nothing compared to drowning in acid so she was fine.
No. Not fine. Fine implied that things were, if not going distinctly ‘well’, going vaguely in the right direction. Marinette felt like she’d seen a fork in a path and then ignored both choices in favor of whacking a new path through the forest. She knew, somewhere, that she was only getting further and further from where she’d originally intended and yet she couldn’t turn back. Because turning back would mean looking and seeing all the plants she’d killed on her way through the brush that hadn’t even needed to die and she couldn’t face that. She couldn’t. So she kept going. Kept praying that, somehow, she’d find her way back to the path.
So, no, ‘fine’ wasn’t the word. She was… she was dealing. She’d deal.
She took a few more deep, steadying breaths before picking her head up. She needed to leave. Tim would start tracking her soon, if he hadn’t already, and she couldn’t beat all the bats at once.
She chanced one more look at her phone. The call had disconnected and now she was staring at her home screen yet again. The picture of herself smiling at the camera with friends was cracked, her face lost in a spiderweb of broken glass.
Marinette took a deep breath and then brought her fist down on the phone. It shattered and went dark beneath her hand. Blood, warm and red, slowly dripped along her arm and she stuffed it in one of her pockets before she could start dripping on the ground.
She started aimlessly walking around again. She’d find a motel or something after a few hours. For now, she needed to be untraceable.
She knew she should take off her outfit. They were looking for someone in a hoodie and sweats. But she couldn’t. It was the last thing she had of either of them, of any of the bats. Even if they were on different sides, she still cared about them. She still found herself wanting them to be happy.
She just wanted Harley to be happier.
Which meant she was going to have to put some effort in.
She bit the inside of her cheek.
The bats would find her no matter what, it was a given. They had access to pretty much every camera in the world, access to satellites for the things they couldn’t see with the cameras. She could only evade them for so long. It wasn’t a matter of if, it was a matter of when.
Which meant that she needed to be the one to decide on when. It would never be an even fight, they had years of experience on her, but she had infinitely better chances if she caught them off guard rather than the other way around. She had to find them before they could find her.
She’d have to go online at a library or something to see if Bruce Wayne came along. Him leaving without much notice would probably draw Vicky Vale’s attention and an article would be made.
If he hadn’t then she’d have to figure out a way back to America. This was the better option, she thought. They wouldn’t expect her to be able to get back easily without a passport and a limited amount of money, so she might just be able to sneak up on Bruce.
If he HAD come along she’d start checking out motels and hotels. He’d get a bunch of rooms that were right next to each other, preferably ones that were linked together. She’d have to check for rooms with the lights on and blinds closed. Painstaking, but it could work.
Of course, it was also very likely that Bruce had some sort of safehouse here, or that she just wouldn’t happen upon the right hotel, and she wouldn’t be able to find him that way. If that were the case...
Her hands slipped into her pockets and she felt her fingers brush over the cold metal of her gun.
Well, she knew one way to attract a bat.
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Synopsys: During your daily walk alongside the shore you come across a peculiar looking man. Suddenly everything around you changes and the beautiful paradise becomes a nightmare. There is but one man who can wake you up from it. Will you manage to open your eyes? What awaits you if you open them?
tags/warnings: Kirishima x reader ✅  slight Bakugou x reader ✅  SFW ✅  fluff ✅  fantasy ✅  slight horror/violence ✅
word count: 6.6k 
prompts used: “It’s all right, come here.” and “Wow. You’re even prettier up close.”
A/N: This is my contribution to the Mermay event the BNHA bookclub organized! Please mind that this is my very first attempt at such a long story! A BIG thanks to all the people from the club who continuously cheered me on and sprinted with me until the very end of this piece ( ´ ∀ ` ) Enjoy and thank you for picking this work up! ❤️  
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The wind caressed your cheeks while the sun warmed your whole face. You took a deep breath and smiled at the familiar salty scent of the ocean. With your flippers in one hand you began the daily ritual you had set up for yourself.    
‘One early beach walk per day’ was your motto. 
Some months ago you had moved into a small apartment that was close to a small but beautiful beach. The first time you had set foot on the same golden sand you were standing on right now, it had felt like a warm but slightly rough blanket was being wrapped around your feet. The scent that now puts you at ease had bothered you a little in the beginning. The only thing that didn’t change though was the fact that you enjoyed the sound of the splashing waves just as much as you had enjoyed them the first time around.
It saddened you that almost no one of the local residents appreciated the view as much as you did, so you always made sure to savor that alone time you had with your entire body and mind. 
Having a whole beach for yourself every morning always gave you the impression of being the last person on earth and that filled you with unbelievable pride.
You walked alongside the shore while the slightly cold ocean water enveloped your warm feet for a brief number of seconds, only to retreat back not short after. The change of warm and cold always made you shudder, but not in a bad way, it was more like a bittersweet kiss from nature so you always made sure to accept it gratefully with the best smile you could muster. 
Some minutes passed and you had finally reached your favorite spot on this entire beach. 
The stone valley...or at least that’s what you had decided to call it. 
This small section of the beach was covered by various stones and rocks, all varying in sizes. 
With a small smile, you began climbing some of the bigger rocks until you reached your favorite place.
Every time you climb up to this spot you were greeted by a breathtaking view of the horizon. The way the sun rises and causes the water to glisten in many different colors every day was just plainly beautiful. 
You sat down on the hard surface and took a deep breath. The moment your eyes had caught a glimpse of the ocean, your heart rate immediately went up. The splashing of the waves was somehow different from up here, you couldn’t explain how or why, but that’s how you personally perceived it. 
Another set of minutes passed during which you had closed your eyes in order to sharpen your remaining senses. 
Suddenly you heard someone walking on your left side, their steps gradually grew louder and louder the closer they came. At first you refused to open your eyes, figuring that it might have been one of your neighbors who came out on a whim just to tease you. Surprisingly the person remained silent, even after their footsteps had stopped. 
Curiosity got the best of you so you opened your eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the now brighter sunlight and glanced to your left. 
Much to your surprise the man who was some meters away from you was dressed in a very peculiar and unfitting way for a mere beach walk. 
A black suit, black leather shoes and a black fedora that successfully covered his eyes. 
His hands were casually tucked in his trousers’ pockets. Under his fedora you could clearly see the blond strands of hair.
The man turned his head in your direction and sharp red eyes met your own [e/c] colored ones. His eyes alone caused your muscles to tense up involuntarily. 
At first it seemed like he was constantly glaring at you, but upon a closer look you noticed his gentle and relaxed facial features.
“You need something?”
His voice sounded like a deep rumble, commanding and sharp at once, no softness whatsoever...nevertheless it appeared soothing to you.
Instead of answering, you just shook your head and whispered a barely hearable ‘sorry’, which was most likely swallowed by the splashing of the waves. 
You turned your attention back to the horizon, but out of your peripheral vision you could still see and feel his gaze resting on you.
When he finally looked away your whole body relaxed as if a huge burden had been taken off your shoulders. You hadn’t realized just how big of an impact his glance alone had on you.
As if to reinforce your worries a sudden and cold gust of wind blew past you. Goosebumps ran through your entire body causing it to shake due to the abrupt change in temperature, that’s when you noticed how cloudy it had suddenly gotten. 
Thick clouds were swallowing the sun and its warm light, obscuring the horizon and bringing cold winds, which then enraged the waves, with them.
Your paradise had turned into a nightmare you’ve never seen before.
How was it possible for the weather to change so abruptly? 
Sure, bad weather happened from time to time, but never to this extent.
While you were trying to find a logical explanation for this phenomenon, you failed to notice how the black-suited man had stepped closer to the shore.
His shoes alongside his socks were splashed and drenched by the water.
Another strong gust of wind blew past you, but this time you had almost lost your balance and fallen of the rocks. 
You were slowly getting worried and your quick heartbeat didn’t help out at all.
I need to get home, now!
As carefully as you possibly could, you tucked your slippers under your arm and held onto some of the smaller rocks for support. 
Wait..!
Your feet were so close to touching the sand, but something held you back from taking that one crucial step.          
With one swift movement you turned your head, your eyes focused on the man standing by the shore. 
His posture hadn’t changed one bit from before. 
Just as you opened your mouth and called out to him another strong wind blew past you, erasing your scream, making sure that it never reached his ears. You squint your eyes, making sure to protect them from the sand that was flying around and just before you had completely closed them a small black object flew past you. 
Your mind was telling you to look back and identify the object, but your body did otherwise. 
Fluttering black jacket, hair that was being caressed by the wind and fierce red eyes that adorned the sharp facial features of the man standing in front of you.
How…? H-How is he so calm about this…?   
As if he had read your mind, the pair of eyes that were so focused on the raging waves slowly shifted their attention to you.
His face had kept the same calmness from before and if anything had changed, then it seemed to you that he looked more melancholic than before. 
The right hand that had been hidden in his pockets was now slowly extended towards you.
A silent invitation.
A wordless request.
Once again your body acted against your mind’s will, your feet tread the path you had just escaped from, your eyes were once again opened and were fixated on the mysterious man. It was as if he was the only one existing for you at the moment. Whoever this man was, he was stealing your entire attention and was directing it towards him and himself only. 
And before you had even noticed, you were standing next to him. His hand was still waiting for your own to grasp it and no matter how loud your mind was screaming and warning you, your hand moved completely on its own...it was as if strings were attached to every limb of your body. 
You were this man’s marionette and he was the puppet master, controlling and making you act just the way he wanted you to.
His hand was colder than anything you’ve ever touched before, but thanks to its size it managed to envelop your own - in comparison - small hand, warming a small part of it in the process. 
It felt comfortable at first, but then his grip suddenly tightened, up to the point that it hurt so badly you thought he’d break a bone or two and no matter how strong your desire to push him away was, the invisible strings made sure to shut down any resistance you had.   
The man pulled you towards him, looked you in the eyes and held your body close to his with such an enormous strength that you were literally too petrified to even attempt any movement whatsoever.
“L-Let me go..”, you stuttered. 
On one hand you felt a sense of relief that you even managed to say a word while being under this man’s intense and intimidating gaze, but on the other hand the slight tremble in your voice only made your statement less convincing.
He didn’t react at first, but it was only a matter of seconds for him to expose his unexpectedly sharp teeth. The nostalgic look on his face was replaced by a horrific and broad grin.
“So you finally decided to step up to me, huh..?”
The man let his slender fingers run from your cheek down to your chin, with every millimeter they passed his smile only widened until it contorted his handsome face into a terrifying grimace. 
He began pulling you by your hand while slowly stomping into the ocean, the fact that both of you were still completely dressed apparently didn’t bother him even one bit. You on the other hand were a tad thankful that he dragged you into the cold water, because thanks to its low temperature you managed to come back to your senses, now fully intending on stopping his selfish antics.
“What are you doing? Let me go!”
Finally feeling freed from the marionette role he had assigned you, you instantly began thrashing your body around, desperate to get away from his grip. But even a man like him had his limits...
When you showed no sign of giving up, he simply stopped dead in his tracks and before you were even able to even look into his eyes, his palm was already on your head, suddenly pushing you down with such brutal force that even your reflexes couldn’t have braced you for what was about to transpire.
Your entire head was pushed down into the water, the shock of its coldness widened your eyes, allowing the salty water to come in contact with your sensitive eyes and slowly begin to burn them. You wanted to scream, but if you had opened your mouth right now, the water would’ve probably flooded your lungs.
After what felt like several minutes, the hand resting on your head took a fistful of your hair and yanked you back up. 
The moment you were back to the surface your body didn’t know what to do first. Should you start by freeing your lungs from the water that had managed to enter your body in the beginning or should you rub your eyes to ease the burning pain? It was all so overwhelming that for a second you thought you might lose consciousness right then and there.
With his free hand the man lifted your chin and looked you deep into your eyes, secretly admiring just how red your conjunctiva had become. He couldn’t help but snicker at your pathetic appearance. 
“Wow...you’re prettier up close.”
You weren’t sure if that statement was to be taken seriously and you didn’t care since all you wanted right now, was to punch this man’s handsome face. All you wanted now, was to scream at him, ask him why he would do that, but for some reason you couldn’t form any word let alone a whole sentence...your throat felt constricted.
His red eyes were still glued to your face, observing the small tears that were rolling down your face and admiring the way they mixed in with the small droplets of ocean water that decorated your soft skin.
“You’re absolutely stunning.”, he whispered in a raspy voice while both of his hands slowly moved to the back of your head, grasping onto your hair and tangling his fingers into it. 
The blond man slowly brought his face closer to yours, entirely ignoring the fact that you glared at him with such hatred and distaste. You knew what he intended to do and you wanted to stop him at all cost, but his pushiness overpowered your reaction time by far.
“N-No, stop! I don’t want this...I already have someone I-”
The lips that were now connected to yours, were as cold as every other limb of his body and maybe even colder. Your resistance proved to be futile in the end, all of your attempts to escape were nullified the moment his slightly chapped lips came in contact with your in comparison softer ones...you were back to being his puppet.
The waves around you had calmed down a little, but only so much that they didn’t swallow you two and take you down with them...down to the depths of the ocean.
That’s when you suddenly noticed that for some reason the water level around you seemed to be rising.
No wait...a-are we...sinking?
His kiss had deluded you so much, that you failed to notice how he had slowly begun dragging you down with him underwater and all of that while he was still kissing you. 
This time though you knew better so you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply through your nose for the last time before the both of you submerged. 
While you were underwater he never even once separated from you, the man even began to gently push his tongue against your lips as if asking for permission which you successfully managed to refuse. Unfortunately for you, the refusal didn’t sit well with the black-suited man. 
The grip he had on your hair tightened, he even went as far as to actually bite and pull on your lower lip in order for him to satisfy his desires. Much to his dismay, you managed to stand your ground despite the fact that the slight taste of iron began spreading around your mouth’s insides. The satisfaction of that small victory was short-lived and what followed was far worse.
One of his hands finally let go of your hair and slowly crept up your neck, causing countless goosebumps to spread across your entire body. 
If you learned something about this man in that short amount of time you’d known him, then the fact that he isn’t the type to bluff. 
“Come on my sweet pearl. Part your lips for me.”
You absolutely didn’t want to, but the soft tone in his voice emptied your mind to such an extent that you couldn’t even question how he was able to talk underwater...so with no option whatsoever you complied with his request, the fear of what he might do to you if you had refused yet again paralyzing you. 
The way his tongue caressed yours was somewhat pleasant considering his brute behavior some seconds ago, but nevertheless you felt awful. 
To someone standing at the sidelines, it may have looked like you enjoyed the kiss, but all you were concentrated on at the moment was on how to not let any more water inside of your body. 
Suddenly you felt a tight grip around your neck, strong enough to crush your windpipe. Your first two reflexes were to open your eyes and instantly take a hold of his hand.
Your vision was blurry, your surroundings dark, the man’s outlines unrecognizable and the salty water burned your eyes like acid. 
Screaming would be futile. Thrashing your body around...useless. 
With all the power you could muster, you tried to remove his hands from your neck by scratching them, up until the point you left bloody nail marks behind.
Completely unfazed by your desperate attempt to save yourself and stop him, he continued kissing your lips. You on the other hand slowly felt your vision growing darker by each passing second. 
He stopped kissing you and looked into your eyes with perhaps the most gentle expression he could muster, but you were too far gone to even notice that change.
Your entire body felt numb and all you wanted right now was to close your eyes and fall into the dark depths of the ocean…
“(Y/N)...” 
Your eyes shot open and an absolutely ear-piercing scream escaped your throat.
“What’s going on?! What happened?!”
The red-haired man almost tripped on his way to your shared bedroom, causing him to crash against the wooden door so hard that it almost broke its frame. 
The moment he saw the terrified look which contorted your normally calm features, he didn’t even hesitate to run up to your side and take your small hand in his own.   
He decided to calm you down at first before showering you with countless questions.
When your breathing had finally calmed down, the muscular man sat down on the bed next to you and as gently as he possibly could, wrapped his strong arms around your shivering body.
“Shh, everything’s alright sweetie...everything’s alright.”
He continued whispering sweet and comforting lines next to your ear while his hand softly caressed your back in steady circular motions. You finally let out a sigh of relief, signalizing him that you’ve come to the conclusion that all of this was just a bad dream. The muscular man immediately used this chance and began peppering your skin with kisses. Your face, your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your hands, your fingers...no place was left unkissed. 
Thanks to that sweet treatment you finally felt yourself relax in his arms, so you reluctantly tried to return the favor. 
“It’s alright, come here.”, he said in a silent but deep voice. These were all the words you needed to engulf him in a tight bearhug that might’ve crushed any other man, but not him. 
Kirishima Eijirou. A man like no other. He was the man who made you felt special every single day. He was the only one who understood the pain you went through and he was the one sharing the burden of your mutual secret. 
Kirishima Eijirou. A man like no other. Truly...then he was a merman.
The countless stories and movies about mermaids were all true, but their existence had always remained a mystery to the humankind. 
Only underwater people could decide when to show themselves, so even if countless submarines and divers had passed the breathtaking underwater city, they weren’t allowed to see it.
You were a part of that underwater kingdom as well, but you weren’t just another of those fancy mermaids or mermen that formed the majority of the city...no you were the king’s descendent. 
Your father was none other than Aizawa Shoto, the most respected being in the depths of the ocean. If someone tried to compare him to any other being, humans were familiar with, then that one particular being would be the king of the animals - a lion.  
Everyone loved and celebrated the black haired merman as if he was a god and the moment you were introduced to his worshipers, the life you called nightmare began...
As his child you were expected to be absolutely flawless in every single thing that you did or even attempted to do, if your ways of handling an issue even dared to slightly differ from your father’s way, you were instantly punished and talked down upon.  
Wherever you went palace guards were following you and always made sure that you had no freedom whatsoever. 
You liked a piece of clothing? Too bad...it’s not made from gold so it’s way below your status.
You found a seemingly interesting book? If it doesn’t deal with your ancestors’ or your father’s success, so it’s useless.
You saw a beautiful underwater park? There’s no merit for you to go there and furthermore...it’s unworthy of your mighty presence.   
The same goes for the people you hung out with. They just weren’t worthy, no matter how great you portrayed them to be.
You of course went ahead and continued meeting up with them. Thanks to the combined efforts of the whole group, you guys managed to set up multiple secret meetings outside of the castle during which you were finally able to enjoy this thing called ‘life’. 
Unfortunately all good things have an end. 
After some time your father found out about your secret meetups and took the liberty to actually prohibit you any further contact with the only people who understood and actually tried to help you. 
As if I’d let that happen..!
The two of you had quite the argument about it afterwards. 
Countless screams, insults, accusations echoed throughout the whole castle, silencing anyone or anything that even thought about going between the two of you. 
Neither you nor he backed down and after what felt like hours you were too emotionally drained to continue this pointless fight, so you decided to leave without saying another word.
On your way out of the castle the hurtful words of your father still echoed in your head, haunting you like some malicious ghosts wherever you went.
Your entire life has been controlled by your father like this and finally, you had enough. 
There has always been one thing you never dared to go against. 
“Never go beyond the city gates.”, he had ordered after the 5-year-old you had asked him what lied beyond them. 
The tone in which he had uttered those words was so intimidating and absolute that it had sent shivers down your spine, causing you to never mention that subject ever again...up until now.
Was it curiosity or just the simple urge to take revenge on your old man? 
You didn’t know, but you still left the castle and began swimming as far as your fin could take you.
Leaving the castle premises was a new experience for you and it was absolutely breathtaking. 
The wildlife was beyond beautiful. 
The way the sun shone through the water and onto the sand was the most gorgeous sight you had ever witnessed. 
The vast variety of fish out there was incomparable to that of the palace.
Everything you saw and experienced in that small timeframe you had swum around left you with such a satisfying feeling that you even considered the thought of never going back to the palace ever again.       
“I don’t get him, it’s all so beautiful. Why would he hide all of this from me?” 
You continued exploring your surroundings, interacting with some of the small fish that swam your way. 
And that’s when you saw something absolutely heartwarming…
A single round but massive rock was standing at the center surrounded by almost nothing but sand and algas, the water around it glistened like small diamonds thanks to the sunlight that shone almost like a spotlight upon it.
But that wasn’t what had your heart thump so hard against your chest, no...it was the young man who sat on that rock.
His gorgeous and long black hair was beautifully braided into a low but loose ponytail and the way it floated about it seemed to you as if the water itself was caressing and playing with it. 
The expression he wore was one of pure pain and suffering...an expression you knew to well.
It didn’t take him long to notice your presence, he was actually so startled by it that he almost slipped off the stone he was sitting on.
“W-Who are you?! Did my parents send you? I told you guys already, give it up! I’m never going back home again!”
Those sentences alone spoke volumes about him. 
The sad expression he wore very much reminded you of your own and now he had even revealed some of the reasons behind it.
You were sad...so unbelievably sad for that young man. The urge to cry for both him and yourself was slowly consuming your entire body and all you could muster to say was:
I’m sorry…
——
“You should’ve seen your face!”
“Stop it (Y/N), it’s not funny! I was genuinely worried about you! I-I even thought that you’d cry the moment I turned my back to you!”
No matter how hard you tried to stop yourself from laughing, you just couldn’t. This rock of a man who was also your boyfriend was way more innocent and precious than you originally gave him credit for. 
Almost an hour had passed since you had woken up from that terrible nightmare. 
Kirishima had stayed by your side until you had completely calmed down. He knew that you weren’t ready to talk about your dream yet, so he decided to let the subject rest for a while until you initiated the conversation.
While you were sleeping he had prepared some pancakes for the two of you, so the moment you got out of bed he pretended to be a butler accompanying his mistress to the breakfast table. Of course the characteristic traits of a real butler didn’t quite suit him that much, but you were so thankful for his consideration that you couldn’t care less about the small details.
After a breakfast filled with immense joy and countless jokes, you asked Kirishima if he’d be interested in a walk alongside the shore. 
“Say no more.”, he’d said. This was the first time you actually witnessed him getting ready to leave your house in under a minute...you were flabbergasted, but the wide grin he gave you warmed your heart to such a degree that you simply kissed his lips with such vigor, hoping that your feeling would reach him.
And here you were...walking on the lukewarm sand, listening to the calm crashing of the waves and reminiscing about your shared past.
Kirishima held onto your hand for the entire walk and whenever he saw any sign of worry or anything of that sort, he’d immediately change the subject or just try to lighten up the mood in general.
What have I done to deserve this man…?
He kept on talking in that same cheerful voice as ever, until you had to stop him with the same sad smile you gave him on your first encounter.
Your eyes were fixated on the ‘stone valley’ from your dreams.  
“That’s where he was standing…”
A pair of red eyes followed your slender finger which pointed towards a small spot just a few steps away from the shore.
Your boyfriend had to bite his lip in order to hold the countless questions he was about to ask you back, but luckily he wasn’t the only one able to judge your expression. 
Over those countless years you guys had spent together, you’ve learned to see past his constantly smiling face and look at was lies beneath it. 
“In my nightmare...there was a fair haired young man in a black suit standing right by the shore.”
You proceeded to tell the boy next to you everything that had occurred in your dream, leaving no detail out.
He just had to know everything...that was one of his small character flaws you got introduced to. 
Kirishima proved to be a man who insisted on knowing every single detail no matter how small or unimportant it may seem to you, it was essential to him. 
The reason for that was simple. For him it it’s those small things that paint the bigger picture and even if that blond man’s fedora had been swept away by that strong wind, there must’ve been a meaning behind it...that’s what his instincts were telling him at least.
“...and that’s when I woke up.”
Strong arms wrapped around your body and pulled you wordlessly into the muscular but soft chest of your boyfriend. You embraced him, the warmth of his body making you melt in his arms. 
“Thanks to that nightmare, I think I came to hate the ocean...”
Kirishima twitched and even if you couldn’t see his face, you knew that he was most likely completely shocked by what you’ve just said. You couldn’t hold it against him really...after all, the ocean is where you guys had first met and it was the place the two of you had escaped from together. 
As expected the redhead didn’t like that at all. Your dream had apparently left quite a big scar behind and the fact that he had underestimated that, disappointed him.
He abruptly put an end to your embrace, firmly gripped your hands instead and focused his big red orbs onto your [e/c] colored ones.
“There’s something I’d like to show you...may I?” 
The way his eyes glistened always made you weak and unable to refuse whatever offer he had made...and this time was no different. 
With a small nod you squeezed his hands, hoping that this small gesture would show him just how much trust you actually have in his plans, until…
“N-No Kirishima, wait! I d-don’t think I can do this...”
“Please (Y/N)..you already put your trust in me, didn’t you?” 
“I-I did...yes, but I didn’t think t-that we’d do this!”
Kirishima started dragging you into the water while the both of you were still dressed. The scene had given you such a heavy déjà-vu that you actually got a tad scared of what was about to happen.
The man stopped walking when the water level reached your guys’ hips and simply smiled at you.
“In order for me to show you that thing I well...intended to show you, we need to go...down there.”
Oh no...he did not just say that…
“Kirishima...you know we can do that.”
The reason you both actually managed to live in a world you didn’t belong to, was because you were banned from the underwater world, by your own people. 
After getting to know Kirishima it was a big shock to both of you that each of you had belonged to a different kingdom. Neither you nor him knew about the other and guess whose fault it actually was...that of your parents of course. They had been so invested in drilling the greatness of your home’s history and success into your guys’ brain that there was absolutely no way they’d even mention another kingdom. So imagine their reaction when they found out that each of you met with the other. 
Had the both of you not agreed on an escape plan beforehand, you guys might have actually been locked in your castles with no hope of escape, but luckily that wasn’t the case.
It cost you guys a lot of mental as well as physical strength to make your escape a success...you even needed to do something really forbidden and even if it was frightening for you, you just had to do it in order to ensure the both of you a future filled with nothing but happiness.
As if he sensed that you were overthinking things again, you felt Kirishima’s warm hand caressing your cheek.
“(Y/N)...this is really important to me, so please. I know that it’s going to be dangerous and if someone were to find us- ...forget it, I don’t want to even think about it, but ple-”
“Alright...”
It took him a few seconds to process the fact that you’d actually agreed with it. You on the other hand returned his gesture from before, a sad smile adorning your lips.
“I am going to do it for you Kirishima. I can clearly see how important this is to you, so I am willing to take any risk...even if it means that we might get caught. And just in case that happens...we’ll just outswim them, right?” 
Kirishima could have sworn that your normally soft voice had a hint of cockiness with it, but he wasn’t mad at it, if anything he was absolutely overjoyed. 
As soon as he felt himself tear up a little, his lips were immediately connected to yours, passionately kissing you. 
You buried your hands in his red hair, gently caressing his scalp, remembering the time back when he used to have long black hairs. The thought that in order for the two of you to live a peaceful life he had to color his hair a bright crimson red saddened you to no end, but much to your surprise he didn’t seem to mind it at all...in fact he even loved his new looks.
——
“These two idiots are really unbelievable. What are they even thinking, kissing while swimming in the ocean? On top of that their even dre-“
“Come now Kacchan...there’s no point in being mad about something you just did yourself.”
Two men wearing black colored suits and an equally dark fedora to match stood by a cliff not to far away from the couple, watching them. 
“O-Oh look! They actually transformed! That looks amazing, I think I have to write that down...the way their gills appeared on their necks resembled...small cuts? Yeah definitely small cuts! B-But no-...maybe that’s too brutal of a description...what do you think?”
While the man on the left continued murmuring to himself and writing everything he could witness in a small notebook, the other just shook his head obviously annoyed. 
The moment the two of you disappeared under the water the blond just turned his back on the ocean and began walking away.
His partner noticed the missing presence of him a tad too late and almost tripped and fell on the floor in order to catch up to him.
“Why are you leaving so soon?”
“Shut it you damn nerd! As if I’d stay behind and watch these two dumbasses behaving all lovey dovey in my presence.”  
The young boy tightened his grip on the notebook and smiled mischievously.
“Are you perhaps jeal-”
“Say that word and see what happens, I dare you!”
The man whose name was apparently ‘Kacchan’, waited for the other to apologize before letting the collar of his dark suit go and continue his walk.
Due to the rough treatment the other boy had received, his hat had fallen off his head, revealing his dark green hair and a very young face, marked by countless freckles under his big equally green eyes. 
“You’re so dishonest with yourself Kacchan...”
——
A lot had changed since the last time you had been underwater. 
The variety in plants had decreased quite a bit and the amount of fish that swam around was way less than you remember.
“Alright...we’ve arrived.”
You had been so occupied with comparing the scenery before your eyes with the one from your memory that you failed to notice where you guys were actually at.
“Kirishima, is this...n-no way, is this really..?”
Now it was your turn to tear up and even if you guys were surrounded by water, your boyfriend didn’t miss the small tears that formed at the corner of your eyes.
Behind him was a perfectly round shaped rock, standing in a central position, it was surrounded by so many different types of plants that the minimal amount of sand that sticks out from underneath captured the most of your attention, the water around the scenery shone in many different colors thanks to the small amount of sun rays that managed to reach that deep into the ocean.
The red haired man didn’t give you any time to process the whole situation you were in, he decided to just follow his gut and continue with everything he intended to do.
“(Y/N)...”
He once again took your hands in his own slightly trembling ones and began talking:
“The first time I saw you I got really anxious that you were someone sent by my parents, but the moment you apologized to me with such a sad face I knew...I knew that I was wrong. You can’t imagine just how much I regretted making a person I had just met so unbelievably sad and believe me when I say that I am still regretting it. No matter how many times you’ll try to reassure me that it’s all in the past and that I couldn’t be blamed for it...I’d still feel bad. When we had our first real conversation, I was in awe as I saw how beautiful your smile actually was and that only fueled my feelings of guilt, up until the point where I swore to myself that I’d make you laugh every single day to make up for my mistake.”
Kirishima took a short break to calm his nerves down and when he felt ready to resume his confession he let go of one of your hands.
“Do you remember the time you wished for a way for us to become humans? After that you laughed and told me to not think too deep about it, but when I went back home I just couldn’t stop thinking about it and tried to look for a way...I’ll never forget the expression you made when I gave you the details of my results. Your smile...was angelic back then and now that I’ve lived all those years by your side I came to a conclusion.”
You suddenly felt something surprisingly cold envelop your finger...your ring finger to be exact.
Without even looking at it you managed to count two and two together, the puzzle pieces finally clicked and Kirishima’s peculiar behavior some minutes ago made perfect sense to you now. 
Your mouth was opening and closing, but you couldn’t manage to get even a word out of it.
“(Y/N), the smile that lit up my day when we realized that our plan to become humans had worked was almost as beautiful as the one from back then, but what if I told you that there is a smile even more beautiful than every single one I’ve seen so far...would you believe me?”
“Kirishima I...”
“Can you make me the happiest man alive by answering the next question I’m about to ask you as truthfully as you possibly can?”
The young man in front of you brought your hand to his lips and gave your ring finger a gentle kiss. 
That’s when you saw the gorgeous ring he had put on you, it shimmered even brighter than the gentle sunlight from above. 
“Will you marry me?”
He hadn’t even finished his question and you were already tightly wrapping your arms around his muscular body.
The tears you held back from before were finally able to leave your eyes and in between your sobs you thanked him countless of times. Your honest reaction made him so emotional that he almost cried himself and the moment he saw your smile Kirishima’s heart exploded from happiness. 
The place down below where the two of you had spent the most despicable times of your lives had now become the place down below which marked the first day of the rest of your joint life.
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Doki Doki Grist Panic Ch. 4
Another chapter of my Magical Boy fic, sorry for such a long wait while I got my brain in order!
Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27802735/chapters/79562023
This chapter is sfw!
Soft, repetitive beeps were the first things Dave heard when he woke. The whirring of machinery, of a barely there fan spinning in a metal case. He’d know the sounds of technology anywhere, used to the hum and breath of his own computer tower in his room. Nothing was overheating, the room was a comfortable temperature, just warm enough to feel cozy where his skin touched itself at the crooks of his elbows and the backs of his legs. He was aware he was lying on his side, but it was so hard to wake up. Opening his eyes felt far too difficult, let alone moving his limbs. Dave settled for a fingertip stroking at what felt like a blanket or sheet beneath his body and sighed a breath exhaustedly.
It wasn’t fully dark in the room. He must have left his lamp on at the desk and taken a nap, or the door was open somewhat to let in light from the hallway and living room. He didn’t hear anything from the front room, Bro must be napping as well or doing something with his headphones on at his computer. Maybe dinner was cooking, or he was waiting for something to be delivered, indulging in his free time doing this or that. It was a comfortable silence. Dave blinked a few slow times before taking in the strange blue tone to the room’s light, cooler than his usual warm home light. Bulb change? Slowly he rubbed at his face and slid to his back, wanting to stare at the ceiling so he could come back to himself more and wake up properly.
This wasn’t his ceiling.
Instead of the textured white ceiling he was used to seeing for so many years, the ceiling was metallic and matte in color. The walls were matte as well, though at least they were white as his own were. Fat load of good it did him, considering the walls didn’t look familiar in the slightest either. Where WAS this place? This wasn’t his room, it wasn’t the living room for sure. Was it a friend’s house? A hospital?
Dave sat upright and lifted his hands to his throat, his face, a sudden feeling of breathlessness hitting him as he panicked. Breathless… It all came flooding back to him in a rush, mind swimming. The attack, the lack of air, choking, suffocating. But it still didn’t answer the question of where he was, nor what was happening. When he went to rock to his knees, Dave paused, feeling a tug of fabric at his waist and chest. That… didn’t make sense, his uniform wouldn’t do that, nor would his casual clothes. Instead of wearing either outfits, he was draped in a soft white material that was tied at the waist with a woven red cord, though he couldn’t guess what type of fabric it was. It was too soft to be linen, too sturdy to be cotton, and didn’t match anything he’d ever felt. Were it not such a mystery he’d probably even go to say it was quite comfortable.
… Where were his boxers?
Who had undressed him? Even the lack of transformation would be something of importance, he’d go back to his civilian clothes, not… whatever this was. When he finally managed to stand, the room span and he sank back down to sit for a moment on the edge of the bed with a grimace, taking it all in as his mind raced in circles like a penned dog. Dave realized that it wasn’t just the garment that was covering him either, but what looked and felt like strings of pearls and golden beads. They were settled around his neck as if wrapped specifically to make a draping effect over his chest and shoulders here and there, and clasped together at the ends behind his neck with what felt like a filigree hook. Someone had taken great care to dress him like this, but why? Who?
Panic rising in his throat like bitter bile, Dave stood slower this time and headed for the cracked doorway, surprised to find the room unguarded. Cameras? Or was there some other way he was being watched? Paranoia ate at him, but when he poked his head out into the blue toned hallway, he heard nothing but the same soft hum of machinery, felt the cool air blowing from unseen vents. Barefooted, he padded along down this hallway to the left of his room, prepared for any threat. ...Or. Well, as prepared as one could be while unarmed. Dave knew how to defend himself while unarmed well enough, but the desire to have a sword was strong. Maybe he should change before exploring further, get his powerup back and-
“You’re awake. I was wondering how long you were going to be unconscious for. So long as your brain waves were healthy and strong I wasn’t worried, at least. It’s fascinating how fragile humans are once you remove their air.”
Dave froze in place. He knew that voice, but the things it was saying weren’t making sense to his brain. John wouldn’t talk like that, but that was the first person that came to mind upon hearing that specific tone and cadence, the way it handled words as if they were fluid on one's tongue instead of just a thought. Swallowing and taking a deeper breath, he rolled his shoulders back and strode to the full end of the hallway and the room it opened into.
The space was massive. The hums were definitely computers, projecting screens and physical and digital keyboards everywhere, holograms and different moving charts and images dancing in the air. Each wall seemed to have some kind of a space background, stars and a moon, a view of the Earth like a peaceful screensaver. In the center of it all stood a figure with glowing eyes and gray skin, unfamiliar clothing and decoration adorning him, a serene look on his face. He looked calm, in control, but there was no hostility to be seen.
“You can come closer. I’m not interested in fighting you,” he said.
Dave frowned and strode closer, observing the different screens as he went, unable to read any of the angular text he saw. When he was a more reasonable distance from him, he finally talked.
“So you’re the one that brought me here.” It was John. Closer, he could see the shape of his eyes, his mouth, the way his hair sat on his head, his broad shoulders. The appearance had changed, but the core was definitely the same. His stomach churned sickly. He’d kissed this person. He’d been held by this person. He’d contemplated doing more with this person, and it was all a lie.
“You seem surprised and yet not surprised enough,” he said with a hint of a smile. It looked a little forced, stiff at the edges of his mouth as if the gesture were foreign to him. “Might I ask who you were expecting?”
“...Nobody specific,” Dave admitted, trying to keep his cool. “Where is here though? I assume you can at least tell me that.”
John lifted his foot and stomped downwards, forcing the ground to shimmer for a moment before it turned pitched black and then seemed to dissolve. The space pattern from the walls blended to the rest of the floor, leaving them seemingly free floating in space despite walking on solid ground.
“I’d thought it would be fairly obvious, but I suppose even someone like you might have been confused at first. Does this clarify things, then?”
Space. Dave knew Bro had gone before, he’d talked about it in the past, but never did he think he’d get to see it himself. Much less in a situation like this one. His fingers curled into the sides of the new draping clothing he wore, steeling himself as he stared directly down towards nothingness. If Earth was on the wall’s side, then they must be at an angle without even being able to feel it. Whatever technology was doing this was astounding.
A gray hand was suddenly touching his cheek, cold and lifeless feeling, and Dave jerked his head up and took a step backwards to put some distance between them again. The look in his eyes could peel paint, aggressively defiant as he’d been during battle, though this time with the added benefit of betrayal as well. This person had lied to him, led him on, played with his emotions. Made a fool of him. He was a moron. Of course he couldn’t have nice things like romance, they weren’t possible for someone with his kind of career. This just hammered that idea home even harder than before in a way that made tears sting in his eyes and threaten to show themselves.
He kept them down out of sheer spite.
“You hate me so much already,” John mused. “Not even a moment's hesitation before pulling back.”
“You’re not John.”
“Yes, I am.”
“You’re not my John.”
“We are one in the same, Dave. Open your eyes to reality,” John said with a flourish of his arms, displaying himself in his entirety as if he hadn’t been seen properly before. “It doesn’t have to be so bad. Think of the possibilities you’re being afforded.”
“Possibilities? Don’t make me laugh,” he nearly spat. “My John might as well be dead now. I don’t care if you’re the same person, the John I gave a shit about wouldn’t be my enemy. I fell in love with a lie, but it was a wonderful lie, don’t even pretend to act like you’re remotely the same thing.”
John sighed a little and rolled his head on his neck to stretch it before rubbing a few strands of hair behind his ear. “You’re really in denial, aren’t you. I’m the same John. I have the same feelings for you, those weren’t a lie. The only lie is that I’m not human. I’ve no intention of hurting you.”
“You fucking suffocated me!” Dave reminded him with a hiss.
“It was the quickest way to end the battle and sequester you away,” John shrugged. “Would you rather I have beaten you senseless with my hammer? It could be arranged now, if you’d prefer. But I’d dislike crushing your pretty face.”
Dave scowled and clenched his fists tight enough that he felt his nails cutting into his palms. “What do you want with me. Hurry this up, I’ve got places to be.”
“You talk as if you’re getting out of here easily,” John mused. “But since you’re here, I’ll go ahead and extend my offer formally.”
“Offer?”
“Yes,” John said, taking a step closer in an attempt to close the gap, though it renewed itself almost immediately when Dave backstepped again to keep distance between them. Frustrating, but fine, he’d deal with it. “I’d like for you to come back with me to my planet.”
“...Why.”
“Why? Because I like you, Dave. I enjoy your company. You are… special to me. I would enjoy keeping you by my side.”
“Cute words, but you still kidnapped my ass and dressed me up like some toy. You’re not exactly still on the boyfriend pedestal,” Dave pointed out. “Why not just find someone on your planet?”
“There’s nobody left for me there,” he said simply, flatly. “It’s why when I’m done here, I’d prefer to keep you with me. I’ve got the technology to make sure you adjust to our atmosphere once it’s restored, an-”
“Restored?”
John reached a practiced hand out to tap at a keyboard, bringing up a specific hologram of a ruined looking planet. Smaller screens lit up around it showing devastation, pollution, destruction both natural and man made. There was a distinct lack of life. “Restored. All it’ll take is enough grist, and my world can be restored to its former beauty. It’s not the same as Earth, there’s a lot different about it. But it’s beautiful in its own way, when it’s healthy and alive.”
“Why is it your job to fix your planet? If you’re the only one left, why not just live here? We have problems, yeah, but there’s plenty of roo-” Dave started, only to be interrupted.
“Because I’m it’s guardian,” John said simply. “I have a chance to save and restore it, to restore everything to how it was but better. I can fix things. I have that power, and I intend to use it. I just need grist from Earth, and my home will come back.”
“How much grist do you need…?” he asked, already having a sense before getting confirmation.
“All of it, preferably. I could work with less, but if I’m here already why not just drain the damned place and be done with it.”
Dave finally took a step forward aggressively.
“So that’s the entire plan? Destroy Earth, gain grist, revive a dead planet?”
“And have you at my side for the duration. You’d love my world, Dave. You’d be loved there. You wouldn’t have to risk your neck all the time as a guardian nobody is grateful to, either,” John explained, grin widening in an almost manic way. “Once I’m the one to restore things, everyone will realize they have a guardian with that power. That I’ll exist to them as more than a vague concept of right and wrong, that I’m a real person, and that I gave them their life back. It will be beautiful.”
The aggressive stance slackened somewhat as Dave shifted his weight back towards his heel.
“You’re crazy.”
“Am I? Or are you just not looking at the big picture clearly,” John said, pulling out his hammer from thin air with a shimmer. He was a guardian. They were the same, and yet, so obviously different in every way. John tossed the weapon easily in one hand, unbothered by its weight in the slightest, then pointed it at Dave before gesturing to the rest of the room. “I’m offering you a place by my side, an entire world. This is an easy choice, Dave. We were getting so close…”
“If I knew this side of you, I’d never have even called you a friend,” Dave said, trying not to flinch when the hammer swung down sharp enough it made stinging air snap against his face. “I’m a guardian of Earth, John. You know I’d never accept this kind of offer. I can’t let you do as you please. I’m offering you a hand again to join Earth, but that’s as far as this goes.”
“Fuck the Earth!” John shouted, eyes blazing. “It's time as the crown jewel of the milky way is over, Dave, open your eyes! Look at the writing on the wall! War, famine, pollution, greed. Your planet is going down the same path my planet did at first. It’s on its way out now. It’s dimming. Yet, it still has a chance to be useful. It can restart my planet, it can become a utopia, like it always had the potential to! A second chance!”
“And why the fuck should I let you kill my planet to restart yours? What makes all our lives inferior?” demanded Dave, jaw tense. This guy was crazy. Absolutely fucking crazy.
“It’s nothing personal, Dave. It’s just business. We can always work together to find another planet to restart yours the same way, another world chock full of grist for the taking. We could work together, even. Keep both our planets safe. It’d be great, it-”
“Isn’t going to ever happen.”
“Dave.”
“I’m not going to let you lay your fucking hands on anything of mine ever again. The Earth is off limits to your grist mining.”
“Dave, listen to me.”
“The offer to remain as a friend of the planet is on the table still, but from the sound of things you’re expecting more. It’s not going to happen. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Dave,” John said again, sounding pained. The grip on his hammer tightened with every word, face desperate and tense.
“Not now, not ever. This planet is my responsibility.”
“Dave, listen!” John shouted.
“I DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO A FUCKING THING YOU SAY WHEN YOU’RE TALKING SO NONCHALANTLY ABOUT KILLING ALL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!” Dave shouted right back, raising his fists into a fighting stance defensively, prepared for what might be coming from their outbursts.
John lifted his hammer high, eyes flaring like electricity. A dark breeze rushed through the room, jerking Dave’s clothes left and right, whipping his hair wildly. He prepared for breathlessness, he prepared for the hammer. For what may come.
“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST DO AS I SAY?” John yelled, slamming the hammer Dave’s direction. It was a mistake. An accident, he’d try to tell himself. He would never hurt Dave, he’d promised himself he wouldn’t, yet him talking back like this, him refusing him, him refusing him the chance of fixing his world… it was just too much to handle, and he’d done the first thing that came to mind with the darkness.
The hammer struck true, but not on Dave, much to John’s anger and relief. Instead, it was struck and currently straining against a sword that he hadn’t seen before. It was white as marble, with a strange, almost conical looking crossguard. Solid as anything, with a hum of vibrant energy as Dave held John’s strike at bay. Gone were the white clothes, the beads, the pearls, in its place the familiar uniform and white hair John had seen so many times. The flashy red, the gears ticking in the air as he stared with piercing red eyes directly into John’s. No sign of yielding.
He hated that look.
He loved that look.
They strained against each other for a moment before Dave made a move, gears spinning wildly behind him as he slowed things down and surged forwards, sliding the hammer along the edge of the sword till he could flip the balance and send it away from him. Quickly, he angled his body and struck a blow across John’s middle, though it was far from a kill strike. Even now, Dave hesitated to kill some of his enemies, something that he knew would come back to bite him in the future in one way or another. He hoped that, possibly, there would be some way to save John from himself. To clear his heart, his mind. Somehow.
Maybe he could ask Bro, call a favor in from Dirk. Anything. There had to be a way.
As time sped back up, however, Dave knew he was out of time, metaphorically. Instead of attacking again, or preparing to intercept a second hammer strike, he instead clenched his hand over his heart and focused as hard as he could on home. He could picture it in his mind, the futon with Bro’s legs dangling over the end, the television, the wires crisscrossing the floor, food on the counter, smuppets and swords everywhere. The moon from the rooftop, the faint hint of stars in the light polluted sky, the heat of midday sun on the treated surface, waves in the air bouncing off the metallic surfaces of the industrial air conditioners. He could feel it so intensely he could have drawn it with his eyes closed.
Chest warm, Dave heard his heart ticking in his chest, the steady beat of the clock that he worked with. It ticked louder, louder, harder till it was all he could feel, all he could hear… and he was gone. John struck the empty space Dave had been standing in mere seconds after he flashed and disappeared from view. Growling in rage, dark wind wildly thrashing, he threw his head back and yelled wordlessly to the digital sea of stars above him.
This wasn’t over.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Dave’s roof was exactly how he’d been imagining it. Comforting, welcoming, and entirely his own. Though relieved at his sudden arrival back on Earth, he couldn’t help but stare up at the sky to try and figure out which bright spot was a star and which might be John’s ship just beyond the atmosphere. He gripped his hand tight against his chest again, before finally glancing down towards his sword. This definitely was new, but what happened? Did he get gifted an upgrade, or had he unlocked it somehow on his own in a fit of panic? He gave it a twist swing, slicing the air cleanly with a vwip noise a few times before the door to the roof clanged open.
“Jesus fuck, kid, you’re gonna give me a heart attack. Where’ve you been? It’s like you disappeared!” Bro said, hurrying forward as Dave slowed his strikes to a halt. “I came soon as I felt it, but seriously, what gives?”
“Felt it? Felt what?” he asked, confused.
“The ping,” Bro said. At Dave’s continued look of confusion, he set a hand over his heart with a smirk. “I might not be a guardian anymore, but I’m sure as shit still tapped into the system somewhat, and just from bein’ who I am to you I’d feel it I’m sure. Felt when you disappeared… felt when you came back. Dirk no doubt felt it too, even if only a bit. Everyone must’ve felt somethin’, no matter how small, that changed.”
“Somethin’ sure as shit did change, did you see this thing?” Dave asked, hefting the sword up one handed to display to Bro lengthwise, offering it to him to hold and examine in the moonlight, white and all but glowing in its deadly way. “I don’t know what happened, one minute I was goin’ for my sword, the next this cropped out instead.”
“Nice. Solid as shit, too,” Bro judged by the weight. “This is a hell of an upgrade kid. ...I hope it didn’t cost you too much. You know how they are about their workers supplies.”
There was always a price. Be it in time, or be it in blood.
“I hope so too. I’ve got no idea, though. I didn’t hear Hephaestus at all, or see him or anything, just. New sword,” he explained as he took the weapon back, changing out of his uniform and into-
“What’s with the getup?” Bro asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Fucking-! Ugh. God damn creep changed my clothes while I was out cold. H- … Wait. Motherfucker, my phone!” he shouted, looking up towards the sky angrily. His phone was gone, his clothes, his everything was gone and it wasn’t like he could just ask for it back.
“There’s worse ways to lose a phone, kid. We’ll get you a new one,” Bro said with a shrug. “Come inside, already, before you get sucked back to space or wherever the fuck you were at. I’ll make Hot Pockets or somethin’ to celebrate.”
Dave smirked. “I survive a near death experience and you offer me Hot Pockets. My first time off-planet, and it’s Hot Pockets.”
“These are the garlic bread kind, and I’m willin’ to share.”
“...You drive a hard bargain.”
Bro clapped a hand on Dave’s shoulder. “We’ll try puzzlin’ out your powerup and talk while you eat. You can even change out of your weird drapey dress if you want.”
Dave shot another look at the sky as if daring John to react while he stood there more vulnerable, while he was with his guardian, but nothing came. He’d need to finish this. Maybe the Hot Pocket talk could include more strategy than anything else, a second head with more experience fighting off-planet threats to help him think of different options.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
As they started walking, Bro chuckled. “If you wanna call your boyfriend I’ll lend you my phone for a bit if you ask real nice.”
Dave’s stomach churned as they headed through the door, mouth suddenly full of bitter spit. “No thanks. That’s. ...I’ll tell you while I eat.”
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