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moonlesslights · 11 months

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Miguel O’hara in Love

Headcanons.

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A/N: I was really looking forward to write this, because I just can’t get this whole idea out of my head.

Warnings: Basically none, a little bit of angst maybe?, some smut references and depictions. Miguel being Miguel. Kinda obsessive (?)

This text is based in that frase of Joe Goldberg: “There’s not a line, in the world, that I wouldn’t cross for you”. So be prepared.

Enjoy, my loves. Every comment or request is welcomed! 🤍

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Miguel was curious of you from the very moment he met you. Such a unique presence among all the others.

You had been bitten just a month ago. And it was hard for you. He saw you struggle, falling over and over again, training till exhaustion, fighting to be on the level of the others.

And the worst part of it all, was the guilt coming to attack him with every side eye Jessica gave to him. “If you weren’t going to help her, you should have let her alone.” The woman had whispered while both of them looked at you fighting to climb another building. Miguel knew she was right. He was the one who insisted in bringing you immediately after they found you (only a couple of days after the bite), even when Jessica insisted to give you time for you to figure it out alone. Miguel wasn’t having it, and now… “She’s been at it for the whole morning.” The woman pursed her lips, shaking her head.

What Jessica didn’t quite know was that Miguel hadn’t left you alone all this time… He wasn’t good at talking, that was true. He wasn’t good at showing his support with words, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care.

You let out a pained groan when you finally plop on the concrete of the building’s rooftop. Every single muscle of your body aches and you can fell your heart pounding harshly against your ribcage, making it feel like every breath that makes it to your lungs it’s just a mere miracle.

The weight of the presence of someone standing beside you forces you to blink out of your thoughts. Tiredly, you look up, finding Miguel's mask glaring back at you with a deep frown you can make out of the way his eyes curve.

He holds a white little package on his right and he hands it to you before finally sitting down without making a single sound. It had all started like a little game between the two of you: You pretend you don’t see his figure hovering above a building while you train, or his silhouette watching you getting back to The Society place safely. You also pretend you don’t know it’s him who leaves bandages and painkillers over your bed every day with a little chocolate next to it. And he pretends he doesn’t know that you know.

You cross your legs and smile when you open the small box on your hands, smelling the sweet scent of warm and fresh food. You also take notice of how he changed one of the things he brought you last time, you didn’t have the heart to tell him, but you were sure now he definitely noticed you didn’t like it.

“Eat.” He orders and you are too tired to remark his tone of voice with a roll of your eyes. So you nod, bringing a big spoonful of pasta and vegetables to your mouth, thanking him with a big smile. Smile he doesn’t return. He never does anyway. But now it’s not like always. He’s pissed. “When was the last time you ate?”

You look straight ahead, avoiding his gaze. You swallow, slowly, feeling his eyes burning on the side of your head.

“Mhm… Not long ago, no.” You answer, mumbling while you get more food into your mouth. Miguel raises an eyebrow.

“Training this much without any nutriments won’t do anything good for you…”

“Training this much won’t do anything anyway.” You sigh, keeping then the fork between your lips. Miguel wishes to say something but he can’t find the words, he can’t order his thoughts inside his head to place them on his tongue and tell you just how much you have improved since the first day, so he gladly receives your bright eyes turning to him when you seem to remember: “But I finally climbed this building, see? Without using any web, only my spider fingers.”

The man nods at you waving playfully at him. The determination in your eyes even when your whole body wanted to give up, even when you know you’re still not close to go on a mission by yourself (or with anyone else), even when you probably couldn’t even sleep fine because of the sore bruises, the determination in your eyes didn’t flatter.

That made him feel something deep is his hands, a tingle he couldn’t control. And he hated it.

“Tomorrow at seven.” He sentences, standing on his feet again.

You frown, raising big eyes at him. The brightness in them when the weight of his words hit you destabilizes him.

“For real?”

“Yes.” He looks away. “If I don’t train you you’re not getting anywhere.”

His comment goes unnoticed for the excitement running all along your body.

“Ok.” You nod, trying to look professional but failing miserably.

He grunts in response, soon jumping off of the building and losing among all of the city chaos. In some minutes he would be back at the Society lobby. You… An hour. Give or take.

Training with Miguel was nothing but… Hell.

No, it actually wasn’t. You expected you could say that to make people thing you were having it hard, but he insisted on starting with the basics… basics that you already felt like being good at.

Still, climbing had become easier within the first week of training with him. The tips and advices he insisted you to follow helped you thinking of it more like a game than a must do.

Swinging was still a tricky one. You used to lose your balance when the demanded velocity was too much. Panic rushed over you, feeling like you would crash against a window or a fucking person, or another spider doing their own training.

“Trust your senses.” Miguel said to you every time you fell, and every time you death glared at him for that. He didn’t have one of the most important senses for spider people and he still managed to be better than anyone you could have known. You had them all, and they all seemed to be a mess when you tried to use them.

Soon enough, Miguel learned about a way to motivate you: Rewards. Most of the time was food, some others, the promise of letting you rest for more that five minutes was enough. For a week now, it had been a little bit different.

History. You loved it. And you changed any delicious and tasty food for hours listening to Miguel explaining everything about the multiverse and the tangled webs between all of you. He had told you about his first travels to other Earths at least three times, but you couldn’t seem to get tired.

You might not tell him how much his voice soothes you after a long day out, but it wasn’t necessary, he could see it. On the other hand, he definitely would never tell you how he glanced at you, completely asleep after another history session, memorizing every breath, every mole and freckle, counting every single one of your eyelashes like the stars on the sky above you.

No. You would never find out about that.

Today was supposed to be just like any other day: quiet, calm and premeditated. Nothing out of the routine you and Miguel had adopted for the past four weeks.

But with you, things were never that easy. Boredom was a dangerous thing for you, Miguel had learned it by now. The hard way. If something became not enough exciting for your restless self, you would look for that spark of adrenaline at any cost. It was part of your determination. Heart of a lion. He knew that. But it didn’t change the fact he would have to save you from breaking a few bones every once in a while.

“I’m sorry” You would say after he dropped you on the safe floor again. He would turn to look at you, fire running up his veins. Every time he wanted to yell at you, to snap and tell you it was the last time you do something like that. And every time he would sigh, pressing both finger on the bridge of his nose, finally grunting in a low voice:

“Desobedeciste deliberadamente.” A month was enough for you to know exactly what those words meant.

“I know.”

“You could have hurt yourself.”

“I know…” Then the bright eyes. Always the bright eyes. “But I have to try, I can’t depend on you forever. Getting hurt it’s just part of the way.”

He hated you were right. He lost count of how many broken ribs he got on his first years, of how many scars he still hides under his suit. Eventually, you would have to learn to stand up even if you’re bleeding. Even if you’re dying.

He is not mad at you for disobeying, that’s bullshit. He admired that of you, actually. You don’t act by fear, you do not fear him. You follow your heart even when you know you could get in trouble for it. No, he’s mad because every time he catches you before you hit the ground, all he can think about is that there’s going to be a moment where he won’t be there to do it. And the sound of your body crashing against the concrete, of your pain, would follow him till the darkest moments of the night, where he curses the day you’ll scream his name and he will be too far away to hear it.

“I want to change my reward for today.” You smile at him, both of your hands behind your back, making him suspicious of your teasing voice.

“You’re not going anywhere with Hobie.” He responds in a neutral voice, starting to walk in front of you.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head before getting in front of him and starting to walk backwards so you could keep facing him.

“It’s not that.” You insist. He doesn’t answer and you know that’s his way of telling you to go on. You sigh. “I want to see you without your mask.”

That makes him stop dead on his tracks. He tilts his head, questioning you with curious eyes. That’s all you wanted? No, you wanted that? Why?

Were you really that bored?

“I feel like everyone here has seen you at least one time, except for me. And it’s not fair.” You got a point on that. He spends most of his time training you, you share almost every meal together, he’s the last person you usually talk everyday because you’re too tired to do anything other than going to your room and sleep. You have spent entire days with him, you have cried and made a mess of yourself in front of his presence, and you didn’t even know his face.

You can deny the sting of irritation you get every time Hobie or Gwen, or any other come talking about what they said during the meeting before a mission, meetings where, you had learnt, Miguel used to take off his mask. Peter told you it wasn’t that big of a deal. You wanted to punch him.

“If that’s what you want.” Miguel crosses his arms, tilting his head at you. “Now go tra-…”

You were gone before he could even finish his sentence. He sees your figure going around the building he chose for this particular session. Your swinging had gotten better over the last weeks and the confidence you had in yourself had also been improving, showing your true strength for him to see.

Jessica insisted on you being ready to train at the top levels with the others inside The Society training center, or at least to try. But Miguel profusely refused. He had designed many of the levels to train there, he knew the damage they could cause to someone not prepared to face them.

He blame it on his sense of responsibility over you the fact that he denied any attempt to put you on an unnecessary risk, but deep down, he knew that from the moment he stepped in front of you while you cried for that death he knew all too well now, and then observed how you wiped your tears and showed him your fists, ready to fight him despite everything… He was fucked.

You were the little thing he decided to protect even if it costed his life. The little thing that trusted his claws to hold at her, that puts its life on the line without a second thought. It is not his fault to have never experienced anything like this, to don’t know what to do, to act like a fool, to refuse to lose it… How they cannot understand?

“Done.” You jump in front of him, getting him out of his thoughts.

He looks up, seeing all of the targets on the building covered by a good layer of web. Your precision could be better, but you’re getting at it.

He sighs. He turns to face you completely before ordering his nanotechnology to uncover his face. Dark wavy hair falls onto his temples, brown skin glimmers under the heavy sun above you, full lips press against each other and two cold brown eyes glare down at you.

When you don’t say anything, he raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now?”

You nod without waiting for another question.

“I just wanted to see your eyes.” You answer confident, smiling softly at him.

It is enough to say he never wore his mask on around you ever again.

Miguel O'Hara isn’t good in what emotion management respects.

He knows it, but he doesn’t have the time or care to try to do something about it.

It wasn’t that big of a deal…

Yeah, it wasn’t that big of a deal until one specially busy morning where he couldn’t make it to your first training, he went on looking for you… And he couldn’t find you.

He went to your room, your favorite places; he went looking all around the city, praying to find you just jumping above some buildings. But you were nowhere to be found. And it wasn’t until one Peter took mercy on him that pointed the worst place to be pointed: The training center.

With his heart going a thousand miles per hour, he started to look for you inside the complex. And when he caught a glimpse of Jessica looking up with a proud smile, he knew exactly where you were.

“She’s doing even better than I could’ve imagined. You’re a great mentor, Miguel.”

“Why is she here?” He answered immediately. Jess raised an eyebrow at him, confused by the uneasiness on his voice.

“Does that really matter? Look at her, Miguel!” She pointed at you with her extended hand. “Aren’t you proud of her?”

Of course he was. But what he couldn’t stand was someone else messing and taking choices over the one and only thing he has. So instead of answering her question, he sentenced: “Don’t ever get close to her again.”

“Miguel…”

“You can mess around with any other, but there is a fucking line, Jess. You chose yours, and I respect them. Don’t mess with mine.”

When he finally appeared in front of you, you smiled brightly at him. He looked like any other day, completely unfazed and with a calmed expression you were so used to see by now.

“Time to call it a day, don’t you think?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You were sweating, you arms were trembling and you could barely control your breath by now, and still… You shook your head.

“I want to try this level one last time.” He was ready to talk you out of it but your pleading eyes made him look down at Jess, who, with a single movement, made him understand what she was talking about.

“Fine, but I’ll be with you every step of the way, got it?” His frustration made you giggle when you nodded.

You didn’t make it till the end of the level, but you tried, and that was all that mattered to you. To Miguel, having been able to take you to the wall before you crashed against a crystal under you was the main thing that mattered.

It had been a whole experience, but it remained like that. Enough time at least for him to push his way of react behind him. Until something made it snap again.

His eyes fly to all of the cameras in front of him, fixing his pupils in whatever screen he could catch a glimpse of your suit.

The threat they were expecting for your first mission ended up being a lot more aggressive and capable than hoped. You and your partner had already received a few good hits by the time Miguel reached for the Call button.

“How are you?” Is the first thing you hear when you press ‘answer’.

“Never better.” You reply, smiling at the interface of your pretty boss clenching his jaw.

“Need help?”

You immediately shake your head. “Not at all, we’re managing just fine.” Your figure distorts while you swing around. Heavy steps following you up close. “I gotta go, Miguel. See you back at home.”

“No, wai-…” He widens his eyes, trying to reach you before you end the call. His fists tighten and his eyes close, fighting to keep himself calm.

But our man can’t catch a break, because as soon as his breath starts to get back to its normal speed, a camera showing on one of the screens burst out with a big clatter, forcing his eyes open only to see his worst fear take form in front of him.

You were struggling against the anomaly, kicking your feet in the air and trying desperately to get his hands off your neck. Your partner was nowhere to be seen. You appear to lose you patience when you stop fighting and instead shoot webs to the creature’s eyes. The anomaly maddens, and throws you against the next building on the street.

Miguel's eyes follow your body across two cameras, watching in horror the blood dripping from your mouth when you cough after the blow, struggling to get on your feet again.

His hands move quicker than he can process, bringing all the information about the Earth you were on for him to see.

“Miguel.” Jessica calls from behind.

“Where the hell did you send her?” He whispers, reading the screen displayed. “I told you she wasn’t ready to go.”

“Miguel, look.” She insists, this time with a more demanding voice.

But the man can’t think of anything else more than you bleeding. Alone and injured.

“You said it was an easy one.” He growls in a low and dangerous voice.

“I’m…”

“I told you she wasn’t ready!” He snaps, looking back at her. His fangs pinch on his lower lip, so hard he can feel a drop of scarlet liquid running down his chin.

And it’s not until Jess takes a step back and Lyla calls his name that he realizes the way his claws had ripped the metal in front of him.

And then… A call.

He blinks out of his trance, looking up at the screen with your name on it. He hits ‘answer’ and your dirty suit and scratched face make an appearance.

His red eyes relax at the sight, returning to those soft brown irises and dark pleased pupils reserved only for you. He hides his fangs and his claws are no longer nowhere to see. Just you. It was just you again. And you were okay.

“Miguel, look!” You smile at him, pointing the camera on your watch for him to see your partner finishing to tie up the anomaly. “We got it!”

“Yeah, yeah, I see.” He can’t help but let out a small glimpse of a smile over his lips, nodding at your excitement.

“Oh, you’re smiling. Wait for me to come back, I wanna see it in person.” And just like that, his smile is gone.

“Don’t take any longer. Both of you, come back as soon as possible.”

And with that, the call is ended once again, leaving him in a room with heavy air and thick silence. He jumps off of the platform, still glaring at Jessica in silence.

“You know that wasn’t right.” She whispers. “The way you’re acting it isn’t right, Miguel.”

He shakes his head, slowing his movements until he remains still just a few feet away from the entrance.

“You don’t know what it’s like.” He murmurs.

“Oh, now I don’t know?!” She opens her mouth with indignation, but Miguel doesn’t alter.

“It’s not like that and you know it.” He hisses. “I have lost everything in this world. I am utterly alone. And even between us, there a strings that doesn’t tangle. You have a husband and a soon to come baby, a family that awaits for you at home, but what do I have, Jess?”

The woman, for the first time, remains silent.

“I have her. I only have her.” He says. “Not a single thing in this world belongs to me but her. Everything else have been taken away from me, everything I once had has disappeared: my job, my life, my normal life. If she’s ripped from my hands, I have nothing left. And I cannot keep fighting for a life I don’t want to live. This is not only for her, Jess. If I lose her, I will tear the universe apart with my own hands.”

A single shiver ran down her spine, watching Miguel exiting the complex to find you arriving almost at the same moment.

She watched how his threat takes meaning when you wrap your arms around him and his eyes brighten at the sound of your laugh.

She knows that if they ever were to lose that light, the whole multiverse would dim with them.

Miguel wanted to own you.

He wasn’t good at hiding it.

His hands would come to your hips, grabbing your tights or caressing your waist under your clothes.

Your scent would drive him into his animalistic side at every given moment. Until the point he would have to step meters away from you during the meetings in order to keep himself from the smell of your hair and your soft skin.

But when he didn’t keep himself from you, he would come from behind you, embracing you with his whole body. His face would bury in the curve of your neck, sending shivers with his tongue coming out, tracing a single line till reaching your ear, where he would whisper what he wants, where he would ask you to let him touch you.

When you say yes, he would drop his head and sink your fingers on your tender skin, pressing his hips against your body when you throw your head back, allowing him to do as he wished so with you, to mark you as his as many times as he wanted.

“Miguel…” You sigh this time, feeling his hands clinging at your suit, desperate to touch your skin instead.

He had just returned from a mission that had kept him away from you three days. You had imagined he would’ve returned tired and ready to sleep for fifteen hours, but instead he took you straight into his bedroom and pushed you against the wall, where he now holds you still with both of his arms.

“Take it off.” He whispers, tugging again at your suit. He was being nice this time, and you thank him internally for that. You don’t have the strength to ask Lyla for another suit.

You complain with a happy humming, letting your body fully exposed before him except for your panties still covering your ass and pussy.

The man switches off his own suit, letting you see up close the tent under his boxers. His fingers grasp at your thighs, forcing your legs open for him. Two of his digits run along your folds over your panties for around ten seconds before he decides to tore away your undergarment and place his hand back at your sex.

You would have complained about his behavior but his fingers pressing down on your clit rip only a moan out of your throat. He plays with your sensitive bundle until you’re wet and seconds away from an orgasm he pretends to steal away when he stops his movements.

“No, please…” You cry out, your legs threatening to give up.

“Shhh, patience, mi amor, I’m not done yet.” With one hand he pushes you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his neck for support before he starts eating you out like a starved man.

You tighten your tights around his head, almost screaming at your over sensitive pussy being stimulated even more, with his tongue pushing in and out for a while until he takes it to your clit again, sucking in, ripping another hard cry out of you. You are so close. And when he finally joins in two of his fingers to curve inside of you, it’s your end.

You scream his name, clenching around his digits, making him growl enough to feel the vibration running down your skin. He guides you through all of it until you finally seem to catch your breath again.

But then, he takes out his fingers and drops his boxes to the floor. His dick throbbed painfully, making him hiss when he stroke it a few times before pressing against you, chest to chest, and bottoming out all the way with a single thrust.

“Fuck, Miguel!” You throw your head back as he does the contrary, sinking his fangs into your skin, trying not to lose control.

“May I move?” He asks, breathing heavily on your skin.

You nod.

“Yes, yes, please move.” He groan in pleasure at your words, starting to move your hips in and down to match the rhythm of his.

You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning sweetly against his ear while he pick up the pace. Soon enough, only the sound of skin slapping on skin could be heard around you, with nothing but your moans and gasps indicating him where he had to thrust, and his deep growls showing you how close he was.

“Cum for me.” He says, pushing your back back to the wall with his hand around your neck, squeezing you under his fingers. “I wanna see you cum.” He demands, making of his pace nothing but a mess of thrusts.

He was so close, he just needed…

“Miguel!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out desperate whimpers when your legs tremble around him and your walls clench around his cock, sending him so high he has to bite you again to avoid a throaty moan escape from him.

You could barely begin to feel your toes again when you feel him tightening his grip around you before walking out to the bed.

He was ready for the next round.

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Thank you so much for coming all this way!

PD: I know Miguel fangs have paralyzing venom but let’s just pretend he can choose when to use it and when don’t.

This might not be good but I had the idea of this thread of story and I just wanted to write it.

I hope you have at least enjoyed some of it.

Love y’all. Sending a lot of love. See ya. <3

PD2: I’m trying to work now on a Sub!Miguel thing. It may be still a couple of days from it, but I want to be good. And I haven’t decided if it would be just porn or porn with plot. So let me know!

PD3: I’ll be doing cleaning and correction between today and tomorrow.

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xan-izme · 11 months

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Crybaby (Sully fam X daughter!reader)

Summary: Reader has always been a crybaby. Sensitive and had a soft spot for all living life. Jake disliked how sensitive you always were, he sent you out on your own for a month and came back a cold-blooded killer.

Warnings: Death, gore, mentions of death, mentally unstable reader, violence, Trauma

You were kind, sweet. Always looked on the bright side, you were on the same path as Kiri, training to become Tsahik. But it was clear you weren't as good as Kiri, which you were quick to admit.

That lead to Jake placing you with your brothers, training to become warriors. He wanted to tough you up, Jake loves how much you cherished love, he loved seeing the world through your optimistic eyes.

But ever since the sky people came back, he just needed his eldest daughter to be strong. Be there just in case he would leave this world a little too early.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Y/n, I need you to keep your balance! keep tripping like that you'll get killed." Jake's words hurt you, but you remember how upset he was the last time you nearly cried.

You inhaled sharply "Yes father." You stood up from the ground and faced your twin, Neteyam. He gave you a knowing look that wanted to know if they should stop, you shook your head lightly, not wanting to seem more of a wimp to your father then you already are.

You were an average hunter, your skills in fighting weren't that bad either.

But that wasn't enough for Jake. He needed to know that you were as skilled as Neteyam, as skilled as your mother was. So, it was always.

"Be faster"

"Hit stronger"

"Not good enough, try again!"

You would push your limit. Till you couldn't keep your eyes open. Your father would say words of gratitude here and there. Like small nods and a "Good work"

Your brothers sometimes feel like that's not enough for how much he makes you do. But just the smallest amount of approval from Jake made you feel like you were on cloud nine, causing you to do more, work harder.

Then one day, you were having a hard week, you were getting frustrated at the simplest things. Even your fathers nagging was annoying you.

When it came to training, you slipped up and made multiple mistakes that Jake just could not take it.

"Y/n, come now." Jake spoke calmly. You and your twin glanced at each other. You stood up with the help of Neteyam and followed your father.

The two of you walked through the woods.

"Baby, you know why I push you and your siblings so much, right?"

You nod your head, feeling a little nervous even if Jake was using his usual soft tone. "Then you understand--" Jake held you by your shoulders "--That this family, this clan is our fortress. And protecting this family is everything"

His words were deep to you, it was clear this was important to him. "And I need you to be strong. And training here hasn't been helping. So, Im sending you off. Away from here, so you can improve more on your own" Jake saw how your expression dropped "don't worry! It'll only be for a month. Ill check in every few weeks." He tried to reassure you. It didn't really calm your nerves down, but seeing how desperate he was to make sure you and the family was safe?

there was no way you could say no.

So, you left, you were on your own. The first few days were hard. And there were multiple times when you got seriously hurt and cried. God, you cried so much. All that crying made you hate yourself.

Hate every flaw you had. You even hated the soft part of you. Scolding yourself, knowing that kindness and your crying will not protect the clan, your family.

Jake did try to visit you. But you never stayed in one place. The two of you talked a little over the inner coms when you two would be miles apart. But those convocations didn't last.

You were training harder than ever. Perfecting every little thing down to the bone. In all honesty, you did go a little off from the safe zone, where you ran into a few sky people. You made it our alive, as for those sky people?

Well, you only let one live, still having that small kindness and mercy in you. Which was a big mistake.

You received a message from Norm and Max when they wanted to check on you, that a sky person bombed up a small part of the safe zone close to the high camp. No one was killed, but a lot were majorly injured.

Gaining all the details of the incident, you realize that it was the sky person you let live.

Cursing yourself and beating yourself for being so foolish, so naive for thinking nothing of what that sky demon after setting it free. So, you vowed to not give your enemy's any type of mercy, to kill all those evil demons, to protect you clan, your family.

Because this family was your fortress. And you were determined to be theirs.

Your month was over, and you were just so excited to go home. To hug and smother your siblings with kisses. To show your dear parents how strong and skilled you've become. To make your father proud of you. To officially be seen as enough to help protect everyone.

Norm gave you an inner com that was connected to your family, being told that your parents and dear twin brother were on patrol at the moment.

You decided to fly your Ikran to where you were told you parents and twin would be at. But when you were a few clicks away from them, you heard Lo'ak's voice. Saying he has gained sight of intruders. Ones who were carrying guns.

Dreamwalkers

You spoke into your inner coms.

"I'm closest to their location. I'll engage."

"Y/n-- wait, no! Y/n you better not!" Jake shouted.

"Y/n te i'tri Mo'ata Sully. Stay down! that's an--"

You turned your intercoms off. The safety of your baby siblings was the only thing you had in mind. It was almost eclipse, and telling by how the winds picks up and the clouds, it was to rain soon.

Your Ikran felt the panic and determination you were feeling and speed up to get to the location faster.

You made it before your parents and twin could. You killed off every single dreamwalker. And that demon who took your mother's home away, who took Kiri's mother away.

The demon who caused so much harm to your clan.

"Any last words Demon?" you say, tilting your head as you held the sharp dagger to Quritche's throat. The Demon growled and spat in your face.

You weren't very pleased with that; you turned your head towards your siblings who were huddled against a tree.

"Spider"

The small human boy flinched by the way your voice sounded.

"Close your eyes." You said with a small fond smile. But it felt nothing like that. Kiri quickly brought Spider close to her and covered his eyes.

You looked back at Quaritche. The moment you slit his throat and began to detach his head from his body, was the moment Jake and Neytiri entered the scene.

Neytiri was quick to go by her younger children's side. Your ears perk and notice Jake. Once you laid eyes on him. Your face lit up.

"Father!" Youran to him and hugged him. Jake was in utter shock at the scene in front of him. He slowly hugged you tight. You pulled away, smiling, unphased by the amount of blood that was on you.

"I did it. I saved them. Look!" you pulled Jake to where Quaritche's dead body was and grabbed the head of the demon.

"I have killed him. I did it!"

Neteyam slowly entered and looked over what you had done.

"Mommy!" Tuk whined and was quickly embraced by Neytiri.

You were smiling, happy that you've finally rid your father of the nightmare that had burdened your family.

But when you began to see the look Jake had. You started to notice that was not the look of approval you hoped for.

"Y/n . . .What have you done?"

Your smile dropped, being replaced with confution

"Wha-. . .what? what's wrong? what did I do wrong!?" You didn't understand. Did you not put them down fast enough? Should you have taken out the leader before the others? What was it that was wrong??

"Y/n, baby. This--" He was pointing out to the bloody battle around them "--Is wrong. You tampered with their body's. Some of them are still bleeding out!"

"N-no! it's okay you see! I made it for them to not move at all and suffer their punishment." You tried to defend yourself. Tried to make your dear father know that it was okay. And that you did a good job.

Neytiri hurried the children to exit this part of the forest fast, including Spider. Neytiri didn't like Spider, but the boy didn't deserve to see all of this. None of her children did.

"That is not our way!" Jake yelled. Frustrated, worried and scared for his daughter in front of them.

Your ears pinned back. Feelings of sadness, betrayal and anger infecting your heart.

"Well, your way didn't work for me. You said so yourself! Why can't you just be happy!?" Your nose scrunched up in anger.

"I did this for the clan, for our family-- For you!" You were getting upset. All you wanted was the feeling of being called a Sully, worthy of the tittle as Toruk Makto's daughter.

"You can't do this. Your way will bring unbalance to the clan. And if you can't do that. . . then I'll have to strip your tittle as a warrior of this clan." Jake's words caused everyone to stop.

"Ma jake." Neytiri spoke, her eyes glancing between her mate and child.

You felt your bottom lip quivering. But your eyes refused to release the tears. You slowly backed away from Jake, nodding your head a little. Your eyes found its way to Spider who kept tripping, his legs still shaking from what he witnessed.

"Spider." You spoke up. The boy forced himself to look at you.

"Keep tripping like that. . . . . and you'll get killed."

#jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #lo'ak x sister!reader #jake sully x daughter reader #kiri avatar #spider #tuktirey #na'vi x reader #death mention tw #animal death

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soxcietyy · 4 months

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Uhuh, I got it, maybe everyone being surprised when yuta deals with you being a crybaby

Like maybe you have a reputation for being a cry baby. A scrap your crying a sad movie crying you store ran out of your favorite drink you holding back tears while telling the clerk "no it's ok"

I imagine this being modern au but do as you want 🤣

Alright alright I think I got it🧍‍♀️

Nobody is surprised when you start crying. You were known to be such a sensitive person and nobody blamed you for it. The jujitsu world was harsh but you tend to cry over the smallest things. That being a sad movie, seeing old people eat alone, seeing stay animals on the streets and worst. Your friends where so used to it that sometimes they watched you cry or waited for Yuta to come along and console you. They’ve never seen it really happen though. Usually they would leave the two of you behind and go on with there mission/day.

Then Yuta had to suddenly leave to Africa and well you were a mess. They had absolutely no idea on how to deal with you. Maki would try to make you feel better by being positive.

"We’ll look at the bright side you saved yourself twenty bucks." Maki said as the both of you watched a 13 year old take the last makeup product you were really looking forward too. It was trending all over Japan and you were dying to get your hands on it. You had to wait for pay day to come in so you could get your hands on it though.

You turned to look at Maki with eyes already watering.

"But I wanted it for days now! What’s a kid going to do with makeup?" Tears start to roll down.

Maki looked at you and then the little girl contemplating the solution in her head."Fine, I’ll fight the little twerp." Maki said pulling her sleeves up.

You quickly grab your arm and shake your head telling her it was fine. Maki panicked not wanting to cause a scene in the store. She then patted your back and continued to say more positive things but nothing seemed to work. At the end you both went home as you cried.

Panda and Inumaki tend to try to make you laugh. As you guessed it doesn’t work. It seemed like everything they’ve done has failed.

Then the next year rolled around and Maki would pray that someone would be able to put up with you. That also didn’t happen sadly. The first time they witnessed you cry was over your Ice cream that fell onto the ground. They all looked shocked and looked at the second years for help.

Today you decided to cry over a failed test grade. You held the paper in your hands as you looked at the biggest 69 smacked on the paper. Gojo made sure to emphasize that you failed by putting a crying cat sticker on it.

Panda turned to see your eyes watering. He slowly turned his paper around to hide his passing grade. "It’s okay y/n I also failed."

You look up at him with such a sad face. "You’re the worst liar!" You cry harder. Everyone knew panda was one of the smartest. Before Maki could even step in to try to help out she was stopped by a hand. They all looked to see it was Yuta who was back. Panda wanted to yell that he was here but Maki punched him in the arm. It was a blessing that Yuta came back early from his trip. She didn’t have to worry about you anymore.

He came in from behind you and gave you a tight hug. Trying to keep your hairs away from your face at the same time.

"Wow y/n you almost passed! You’ve improved so much since I left." Yuta said as he looked at your paper with tear drops all over it. "I already took this test when I was abroad and flunked it. (Biggest lie ever) Do you think we could study together so we can score higher?" Yuta asks looking at you for approval.

You give him a small nod as you wipe your face. you didn’t know who you were talking to but you were okay with studying with someone else. "No more crying okay? You won’t be able to see what you got wrong while we go over it." He pulled a tissue from his pocket and wiped your face. He tends to always carry tissue because of you and well it comes in handy. Maki almost jumped out of her seat when she saw you stopped crying.

You finally look at him with red eyes. Then your eyes widen when you noticed who it was."Since when you were back? You where gone for so long and- and I was so sa" You say as tears started to roll down again not being able to finish your sentence. He laughs and hug you tighter than last time.

"I just got back! No more crying y/n, if you stop crying we can go get that makeup product you kept writing to me about." He says as he pats your head.

"About that, it’s pretty much sold out everywhere." Maki said

"Then we’ll just preorder it, or wait till it drops again. It’s not gone forever, for the mean time we can try out new products." Yuta said as he held you. You were still crying but not because of the grade or the product. It was because of how much you missed him and he understood that. He was going to make sure to spend the whole day with you no matter what.

Really short and sweet :)

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cameronspecial · 6 months

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Let Me Apologize To You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: Rafe will do anything to get Y/N back in his life.

Masterlist

Everyone has heard about the fight Y/N and Rafe had two days ago. It’s easy for anyone to notice his sullen and grouchy mood. People walk around him on edge, not knowing when he is going to explode. It takes everything in him to not send Andrew to the hospital for what his mere presence has done to Rafe’s relationship. But Rafe knows that wouldn’t get Y/N back. If he wants to get her back, then he has to do the opposite of what his instincts want. It’s easy to get Andrew’s dorm number when people are afraid of you and even easier to get into the dorm hall for the same reason. Rafe makes a mental note to have his dad donate some money to improve security in Y/N’s dorm. His hand goes to knock, but Andrew opens the door, appearing like he is about to leave. Andrew freezes when he sees Rafe in the doorframe. “What are you doing here?” Andrew questions. Rafe’s fist tightens, “I want to talk to you.” “I have to go to class,” Andrew protests, trying to shove his way passed Rafe. Rafe grabs his arm, “Please, I need to talk to you. Y/N won’t talk to me, so I need to do this.”

Andrew stops and gives Rafe the chance to speak. No one other than Y/N has heard Rafe say the word please. “I’m sorry for being a jerk to you. I just love Y/N so much and I know you like her too. It was a reflection of my own insecurity and not your or her personality.” Andrew takes in Rafe’s apology, “You know holding on so tight to her will cost you.” “I know and when she forgives me, I’ll work on my jealousy,” Rafe nods. Andrew agrees, “Good, and just so you know. I have a fiancée. What you think is lust for your girlfriend is actually just amazement at her brilliance. I can think those things about her without wanting to get into her pants.” Without letting the conversation continue, Andrew heads toward the elevator for his class.

———

He didn’t want to go to Y/N’s dorm. He knows she will feel boxed in and forced to talk to him. Rafe will get her back, but he doesn’t want her to feel coerced into forgiveness. Y/N has a schedule she likes to stick to; Rafe is the only one who could really get her to step outside of it. It’s Saturday. She’ll be at the cafe, reading her book. He doesn’t want to have this discussion with her in a public place, yet he knows it will help her feel more comfortable. He finds her usual booth in front of the window. She gets up bright and early to get this spot every week. She loves how the light shines through the window onto the table. His butt slides across the leather seat so that he is facing her. She looks up at the man in front of her with an eye roll. “If I wanted to talk to you, I would’ve texted or called you,” she speaks without looking up from her book. Rafe gives her a small smile and looks at the baristas to tell them to send over his usual. He hung out enough here with Y/N for the workers to be able to read him like a book.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I need to talk to you. So let me apologize to you, Angel. Please,” he reasons. A small part of her wants to hear him grovel about how sorry he is. Wants his presence with her while she reads. She sighs, “You have three minutes.” Her book closes with a loud thud. “That’s all I need. I’ve already apologized to Andrew for being so rude to him. So, now, it’s your turn. I’m sorry, Angel. For making you believe that I didn’t trust you. For trying to force you to do something. I’m sorry for everything,” Rafe apologizes, reaching his hand out to touch hers. His warmth envelopes her and causes her to wish he was on her side of the booth with his arm around her. She shakes her head, “An apology isn’t enough, Rafe. We both know that this isn’t going to be the last time you get jealous. So what’s going to change?”

“Me. I’m going to learn how to keep my mouth shut when I get jealous. And only speak up if I think you are actually in danger. You have my permission to slap me if I don’t.”

She can’t help but giggle at his small joke at the end, knowing he would hold her to that promise. As much as she hates to admit it, she can’t stay mad at him for that long and she appreciates him taking the steps to say he is sorry without being provoked. “I don’t know if I believe you though. I think you need to grovel a little bit more,” she teases. Her hand finds the corner of the book and she plays with the pages. Rafe would grovel all the way to Sunday if he had to. His sneakers plant on the bench seat, squeaking against the leather, and stands up. It draws the attention of everyone around them. Y/N’s hand slaps over her mouth as she tries to contain her shock. “I was an asshole to my angel and I would like everyone in this coffee shop and her to know that I am very very sorry,” he screams. His hands are spread wide, looking around the room to everyone. His eyes find Y/N again with a grin and he sits back down. “Is that enough grovelling?” She disagrees, wanting to see how far he would go for her.

It’s his turn to chuckle and he gets on his knees on the side of the booth. His hands cup together in a plea, “I am so so so sorry, Angel. Please, forgive me.” She knows he would stay like that all day if she wanted, but she finally lets him out of his misery with a nod of his head. He shoots up from the ground and scoots himself beside her. He moves so far that she is squished against the window. He pulls her into a hug and his lips begin an assault all over her face. “So you’re my girlfriend again?” he questions with a hopeful tone. Her lips find his cheek, “Technically, I didn’t break up with you. All I said was maybe we shouldn’t be together.” “You are one little trickster, Angel,” Rafe states, bringing his lips back to her skin. “I had to make you realize how serious I was.”

“That you did, Angel. That you did.”

His forehead rests on her temple and he kisses her cheek, “Thank you for taking me back, Angel. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

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sugawhaaa · 3 months

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Soul x reader

At p1ece

{SOUL VER}

💋Pairing:: bf! Soul x keehos sister

💫Genre::fluffest fluff to ever fluff. Like I'm actually giggling and kicking my feet rn

💋Summary:: your keehos little sister and recently you started dating shota. It's not that Keeho doesn't approve of your relationship he's just a little protective.

💫A/N:: If you're not Korean just pretend that your keehos adopted sister and that's why he's so protective. If you are Korean he's protective because...he is idk LOL

💋Word count:: 850

💫Warnings:: none(?)

It was late in the night and you were scrolling through your phone. Suddenly you got a message from soul.

Bae: why u still awake (°3°)

You chuckled and opened the message.

You: I could ask you the same thing

You replied and instantly you saw three dots pop up on your screen.

Bae: smh

Bae: thinking bout you //^-^//

You liked his message and looked at your brother on the other side of your room. Fast asleep in his bed.

You: Wyd rn?

You wanted to sneak into his room but you needed to make sure he was okay with it first.

Bae: sitting in bed (,,°•°,,)

You: can I join you :3

You hesitantly sent it to him. Your heart raced as you waited for him to reply.

Bae: doors unlocked :3

You crawled out of your bed and snuck past your brother to the door. You carefully opened it and crept out into the dark dorms. You looked across the hall to see Soul's door open a Crack. You grinned and went over to it, carefully opening it. He looked up at you and smiled, waving for you to come inside. You shut the door and hopped on the bed. He had his switch in his hand.

"I was wondering if you wanted to play animal crossing with me?" He chuckled as he opened the console. You smiled. Playing animal crossing with him was as comforting as being in your nice warm bed after a long day. You brushed back his hair with a smile.

"You know me too well," you said as you put your head on his shoulder as he opened the game. The loading screen illuminates your faces. You strummed your hands through his blonde and blue hair like a harp as the clicking on the buttons echoed throughout the room. His plushies made a nice throne for the two of you as you snuggled against him. You could hear his heart beating softly as you put your head on his chest. Your hand rested on his stomach and you moved your hand up and down slowly. "You're growing a lot of muscle here," you teased and pinched his abs playfully. He giggled with his fang teeth poking out, his cheeks turning pink.

"Break dancing really improves your muscles," he explains as he continues to play his game, your hand under his tank top. "I don't work out hardly ever, it's just dancing tones your body," he smiled softly.

"I see. That makes sense though," you say as you watch him change his character's outfit.

"I see you're growing in certain areas too," he teased as he looked at your revealed chest. Your tank top hung low and was tight-fitted. He kissed your neck softly.

"Perv," you said as you hit him playfully. He laughed before you heard footsteps in the hallway. You covered his lips and he blushed, his heart skipping a beat. Your body was pressed right against his and the feeling was so overwhelming to him. If he was in an anime his nose would be bleeding and hearts would flutter from his head. The footsteps went back into their room before the door shut. The two of you sighed simultaneously before chuckling. You snuggled back down into the bed sheets and wrapped your arms around him.

"I think I'm gonna try to sleep now," you hummed as you closed your eyes.

"Oh do you want me to turn the switch off so it's less bright?" Shota said as he turned down the brightness manually. You shook your head.

"No, it's okay. Watching you play is calming," you explained as you cracked your eyes open to watch him play.

"Okay baby," he said as he patted your head. You blushed and grinned cheekily.

You sigh and melt into his arms "I always feel at peace with you…"

°☆° next morning °☆°

"Why were you in Soul's room last night?" Keeho confronted you as you made coffee.

"Huh?" You said tiredly as you poured your coffee into a Pikachu mug.

"This morning you weren't in your bed and you and Shota came out of his room. Also this," Keeho stated before pulling out his phone. He showed you a photo that Soul took last night. You were asleep on him and he took a selfie and put text over it saying "Got your sis in my lap :p" you blushed and noticed in the photo there was a little mark where Soul had kissed you. You covered your neck and blushed.

"Soul!" You shouted as he crawled out of the bathroom. He made a little hum noise as he came over to you. "First of all, that's a very nice photo you should send that to me," you said as you gestured to the photo Keeho held up on his phone. "Secondly…" you said before your voice went to a whisper in Soul's ear. "You could've told me that the "kiss" you gave me was a hickey!" You whisper yelled and Soul just shrugged poking his tongue out. "You're lucky you're cute,"

#p1h theo #p1harmony fluff #p1h layouts #p1h icons #p1harmony #p1h soul #p1h fluff #piwon x reader #piwon fluff #piwon #p1h x reader #p1h fanart #p1h imagines

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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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The Spider’s web (platonic)

You used to be an average kid, one who went about their day without so much as a care in the world

Granted, you were being raised by your elderly aunt and uncle, and you were somewhat of a science wiz but other than that yeah pretty normal

Until a radioactive spider bitt you after you and your uncle got into an accident which ended up with you as the survivor

And that lead you becoming a web-slinging vigilante known as spider

Ok scratch that maybe you weren’t so normal after all but to be fair no one was in Gotham

During the day you were a teenager who went to school, made some extra cash on the side to support your aunt after your uncle’s death

But at night you dawn your suit and sling across the city helping as best you could

Unlike Batman or his figurative family you help out in smaller ways

You help by bringing people home safely, handing out umbrella when it’s raining, saving cats out of trees, stopping some petty crime and giving the criminals a talk to find out why they needed to do said crime, helping firefighters ect

You still saved quite a few people but you also focused on making others happy

Since something as small as a wave of kind gesture of a stranger can improve someone’s day significantly

You also focus on helping those who are committing petty crime since you know it’s usually out of desperation

And desperation is a big thing in Gotham unfortunately

Your a more friendly figure compared to the Batman, bright colours and an expressive mask that makes you more approachable

Along with that your quite vocal, saying hi to passersby’s as you swing past or offering high fives

Also a lot of quips, like a lot. plus jokes thrown to make people laugh

Your swinging webs dissolve after a set period of time so by morning their gone thus no complaints from business owners about it

Whilst Batman and his team look out for Gotham as a conglomerate you look out for the little guy

Pitching in to areas when the other vigilantes of the night can’t get to

It’s actually quite fun and no matter how tired an beat up you are from stopping a minor scuffle it’s worth it to you

The bruises and black eyes serving as metals to your meddling in making sure someone didn’t get shanked

Gordon is the only cop you trust and actively report to him about cops that are taking advantage of their power

You have a little camera on your suit making filming encounters much easier along with the fact you sometimes take photos for fun

And use some of those photos for money…you spend a lot more than you probably should do you sometimes sell photos to newspapers

Anyways, you leave the clips of certain cops for him to see and review

Which also makes most cops not really like you but they don’t really like Batman either so it’s not like your the only one

He’s pretty friendly with you but you can also tell he’s worries

Like real worried

It’s basically obvious to everyone your a kid despite how you try to deepen your voice a bit

He knows he can’t really stop you so he does his best to give you tips and pats on the back for your work

He swears that when he hears about you on the news he gets more grey hairs

Or when you show up at his window donuts in hand with a nasty bruise on your jaw

Listen he doesn’t care you “have a weird healing factor” your getting a patch for that

Barbara laughs when he grumbles that he now has a new kid to look after

You don’t admit it but he reminds you a lot of your uncle and it makes you feel nostalgic

On long nights for Gordon you like to swing by (hah get it) and leave him some coffee and donuts

He appreciates it but wishes you’d let him pay you back

Another thing Gordon doesn’t know is that when your uncle died he was the cop that comforted you back at the station

While all the others worked he took the time to help you

Which is something you’d never forget

So to pay the favour back in some sense you do your best to help him as well

But he doesn’t have to know your reasoning…yet

You sometimes leave little notes for him with doodles of yourself that have motivational messages

Batman asks him about you since he has really had to time to actually talk to you but Gordon tells him your a good kid

But your probably too stubborn to stop doing what your doing

Gordon really appreciates what you do even if it’s not taking down super villains

You go out of your way to make others happy and make the streets a little more safe

Plus you seemed focused on rehabilitation and helping people who do crime as a last option for survival

He’s actually met quite a few people you’ve talked to and helped get back on their feet

Probably had a little notebook where he puts all your doodle notes

Whenever you leave his office he tells you to stay safe and that you’d doing good out there

You always give him a thumbs out before back flipping out his window

Despite how many times you do it he looks out to make sure your ok

Barbara meets you one day when she stopped by to make sure her dad was ok and found you and him talking

When she came in you jumped to the ceiling and they just watched you for a minute before laughing

Honestly Barbara is really fun and cool

Whenever she stops by her dad’s office she kinda silently hopes your there cause your a ray of sunshine

She appreciates your work a lot and it never ceases to make her smile when she offhandedly hear people talk about your deeds

Definitely teases her dad a lot lol

Sometimes like Gordon you leave little notes for her on her wheelchair

You both develop so many inside jokes that Gordon can only scratch his head at

She leaves you snacks like granola bars and smoothies for her dad to give you

Like her dad she’s concerned but moreso about how your doing this without anyone else to help you

Sure your activities aren’t taking down and making enemies with super powered villains but all you needed is one bad encounter and your down

And it worries her how you don’t seem to care about yourself and put others happiness on pedestal

Like helping others matters but so does helping yourself

As oracle she sometimes hacks stuff to give you little hints or tricks for you to use

These have probably saved you from getting an infection from leaving your wounds unbothered due to your “it’ll heal” mentality

She’s kinda silently curious what your abilities allow you to do. Like she knows you can climb walls and you have some type of healing factor but she wonders if there’s more

So y’all make a game out of it and every week she guesses one possible ability you have and you answer her

Like her dad she knows your too stubborn to stop

You have too much of a big heart to not help people, your the one person who doesn’t stand down no matter the punches thrown your way

It’s an admirable trait but also dangerous

You geek out with her over tech and when you get your own popsicle

Sure that popsicle doesn’t look the greatest but your amazed anyways over the smallest stuff like that

It makes her heart swell when you talk about how happy you felt when you found out you had fanart!

It’s normal for hero’s to have that but your just so flabbergasted that someone went through the effort of drawing you

It reminds her once again that your a kid in all of this

One day she’s asks why you haven’t met Batman yet and you tell her why

That your kinda scared of him considering Gotham isn’t the friendliest to meta humans

And consider you now have powers your part of that crowd

Plus you just want to help in ways Batman usually can’t

She’s understanding to this and makes note to tell Bruce

At this point she probably knows your identity but only by accident

She never brings that up though

Content with just letting you go on in peace without you worrying about her accidentally spilling the info to someone

Her heart will explode if you ever mention how batgirl was one of your favourite hero’s growing up

Bane is the first real villain who kinda takes an interest in you from seeing you firsthand one day

So he has he men track you down and bring you to him

And then he finds out that you know most of them already and just willingly followed them?

Yeah turns out you already knew a lot of his men cause you’ve helped a handful of them with stuff like car troubles and making sure the neighborhoods a few live in are safer

And also inadvertently convincing some of them to get a better job instead of committing crime and they took that as become a full on henchman

Your a bit disappointed but Bane is a fair boss so it somewhat makes up for the fact their still in the crime business

Meanwhile bane is kinda confused cause your a kid??

Like sure he fights Robin but even then he goes somewhat easy and they have Batman as a mentor

Your just a fucking kid on their own doing this?!?

Dear god this man is so concerned

Even more so when you try to deepen your voice and then it cracks and there’s an awkward silence afterwards

Oh and then they hear your stomach grumble

You get a full on meal from them giving you some of their lunches plus some extra snacks

Your such a good kid and he’s like real worried that one day someone will take advantage of that

So he kinda begins training you, well not full on training but giving you some pointers

Like better stances or how to throw a better punch

He finds it really funny how expressive you are with your mask and how your tiny compared to him

He quickly catches on that you seemingly have enhanced senses and strength cause almost no one can beat him in a fight let alone a young teenager (it was more of a playful fight but point still stands)

You once offhandedly mention that you have to care for your elderly aunt by accident and he’s now packing you some extra food and slips some money into there as well

Probably knows he can figure out your identity real quick but doesn’t make the effort since he’d rather you go to him yourself if/when your ready

Is this what being a parent is like? (Yes, yes it is Bane)

He helps improve your suit and gives suggestions on what material would be better

Nearly has a heart attack when you one day show up to his base with a stab wound

Sure it’s healing but like what the fuck?!

His men kinda tease him for being a mother hen

He can’t help it though cause he’s always had a soft spot for kids and knowing your out there possibly getting hurt makes his uneasy

When you talk about science he finds himself happy cause your clearly passionate about the subject

Probably compliments you about your knowledge and pats you on the shoulder

He gives you nicknames in Spanish but his favourite is “pequeña araña” which means little spider

If you already know Spanish he’s 100% talking to you in it but if you don’t then he’s kinda teaching you by accident

For the love of god please say that your suit is properly insulated cause he’s gonna get grey hairs if he knows that your going out in Gotham during the winter freezing your ass off

Same for summer as well cause he knows that being in a head to toe bodysuit in the heat isn’t good

You met deadshot through his daughter Zoe by complete accident

Like you were swinging past some apartments while she was doing some homework she was stuck on and spotted you

And then she called out and you quickly ended up helping her with that homework

And that kinda became a weekly tradition where you’d just stop by on every Saturday to check her work and help her if she was stuck

During one of these he walks in as your perched near her window helping her with a math equation

He’s kinda confused for a minute until Zoe waves him over and says that you’d been her tutor for the past month

After that he kinda tracks you down on his own time as your having a burger on a building and talks to you

He thanks you and also asks why your doing the whole vigilante business as such a young age

You don’t tell him the full story but just enough where he gets a good picture as to why

Zoe becomes one of your fans and he has to say that it’s a lot better than her liking Batman or one of his robins lol

You still help her with homework but now you also show up to talk to her and her dad

She likes to brag to her father about how if she did good on her next test that you promised to make her a hoodie that resembles you suit

When he’s out on “jobs” he asks for you to check up on her and make sure she’s ok

more concerned than he lets on

When he gets put on the suicide squad he gets real upset if Amanda Waller even mentions you

Sometimes if you see him you like to him a wave which he gives back with a small smile

You have the honour of being one of the only heroes he likes

He likes that you stick up for the small guy, that your the “neighborhood hero” instead of the Gotham hero

Has definitely saved you numerous times without you even knowing

Feels old when you call him “mr.shot” even more so if you do something like backflip off a building

Like he subconsciously knows your ok but his dad senses are screaming at him and rushes over to the edge to see if your ok

He finds it really nice when you walk people home to make sure they feel safe

It’s a small thing but something a lot of people in Gotham appreciate since the streets at night aren’t the safest

You buy knock-off merch of heroes and give it out to kids but save the merch of you for his daughter

He now had a little keychain that he keeps on his person of your mask in inverted colours

It makes him chuckle quite a bit

No one dares put out a hit on you cause of him and Deathstroke

Speaking of which Deathstroke sought you out from seeing you one day whist in civilian clothes

You piqued his interest so when you were one day just swing around he was able to catch you by surprise even with your spidy-senses

Only for you to catch him off guard by how your somehow able to throw him off you like he was nothing

And then web him to a wall

Now you’ve really piqued his interest

Meanwhile your freaking out across from him and he’s just laughing and then congratulates you on getting the better of him

Que confusion

Oh yeah beforehand he quickly found out who you were

Yeah…not fun when he then brings that up

But anyways

Slade takes to basically full on training you cause he sees your potential

It’s weird at first but it quickly becomes routine for him to randomly drop by and give you lessons

It’s actually really useful especially since he also helps you hone your skills even more

Not to mention that he also helps you keep your identity a better secrets cause in his words “kid it’s honestly a miracle that the entire city hasn’t found out, your at least better than superman and his disguise”

At some point after a “exam” with him and you win he gifts you a completely upgraded suit as a gift

Your left confused but he just shrugs it off saying that you’d lived up to his expectations so you deserve something for that

Now your suit has proper heating! And it’s waterproof unlike before

He’s honestly not sure how you survived this long in your suit so he’s at least happy the new one he gifted you a better

Plus now you have extending spider arms that are super cool

Now you can more effectively hold up debris when saving people!

(Not their intended use but he supposes that you do you)

One thing he can’t fix is how trusting you are of others

Cause he’s tried countless times to teach you not to do that but your head it to thick for even his vastly worded criticism to break

Unlike him and Nightwing he’s had a very different dynamic with you Aka gruff dad and ray of Sunshine child

Aka the “someone will die” “of fun!”

He feels so old when your doing flips and every fucking acrobatic known to man

Like when Nightwing does it he feels a bit of his age but with you it’s worse

Rose jokes that your an honorary sibling now which makes you giggle as he standing behind y’all all stoic and such

Both swear they’ve never seen you without a smile or quippy remark despite having a broken rib

That’s why their surprised when you sometimes get a bit solemn or seem to hold an untold sadness in your eyes now more than ever

He doesn’t pry like he did when initially finding out your identity but he’s definitely worried

Mr.Freeze is someone you go out on your own to find after hearing how he was trying to find a cure for his wife’s illness

Your Aunt in her old age had been getting worse and you could tell she was gaining something that wasn’t an ordinary Illness

All hospitals you went to said they couldn’t do anything so you went to him instead

Which he certainly didn’t really expect

Like sure he’s heard of you but to suddenly had a teenage knock at his frost covered window to his lab at midnight is kinda unexpected

He’s guarded and ice cold as his name implies but seems to warm up once you mention your situation

How you didn’t know what to do, and that the hospitals turn her away for her older age or say that nothing was wrong when you knew it was

Your just a kid, one who is doing their best despite circumstances

And he from then on he knew couldn’t turn you away especially with how Nora wouldn’t want that

He finds your company to be nice especially once hearing that your brand of heroism is done to help out the average citizens of Gotham in their day to day lives

Your a change in his routine and life that he needs, someone to be a small bit of light in the ever encompassing darkness that fills his life

You help him as well in the lab, putting your science wiz knowledge to the test as you do your best to help

He enjoys the company quite a bit

Especially as you leave little notes (as usual) for him to find with little puns

He chuckles at all of them despite hot corny they are

As time goes on he sees the crack in your resolve though as his tests go nowhere

You push yourself though, to the limit to try and find something, anything

But it’s all for nought

There are times you fall asleep in full costume at his lab, he always places a blanket around your shoulders

Never once having the temptation to pull up the mask

He can tell your already going through the stages of grief before you even get the call that she’s gone

Just a feeling in your gut that it’s getting worse as you increase your work

And then it happens

That dreaded call that he can remember so vividly from his own when Nora had almost passed

Your silent, dead silent

And then like a gust of wind your off

He can only hear your soft sobs as you exit through a window and off into the night

He can only hope you’ll be ok, that you’ll turn out different from him in the grief that’s consuming you

Because unlike him your a ray of sun that the world needs compared to his somber moonlight

You end up crying on a rooftop

Shaky breaths ranking your form as you sob

But then you hear a scream from an alleyway which makes you pause

You pull your mask down and swing down to help

A woman pushed to the ground and two men standing over her loomingly

Their easy to take down but you got stabbed pretty badly in the side

You focus on her though, helping her up despite your limp and talking her through the anxiety attack she was having

You walk her home, blood dripping down though you do your best to hide it

Your voice hoarse from crying as you do your best to make her smile

And as she closes that door and you return to that rooftop you find that your vision is getting blurry and black dots dot the edges if your eyesight

You don’t have the strength to get up despite how hard you try

Because you have to

Cause as spider no matter how hard you get pushed down you always get up

Someone looms over you with an outstretched hand

You grab theirs and they hoist you up

You feel as if your in good hands

#platonic #dc x reader #mr freeze x reader #deathstroke x reader #Slade Wilson x reader #Barbara Gordon x reader

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hangmanssunnies · 1 year

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Green, Green, Green

Summary: You haven't had a very good Saint Patrick's Day. Somehow your neighbor Jake "Hangman" Seresin makes it all better, and also so much worse.

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Word count: 2k

AO3 link

Warnings: Pining, Unrequited crush, Saint Patrick's Day, Neighbors, Smoke Alarms. Please let me know if I missed any.

Author's note: Thank you so much if you take the time to read my work. I hope you enjoy it. My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts, opinions, and tags are gold to me. I love reading through them.

Sometimes in life, you just have to accept maybe you're never going to be happy. Today was one of those days that vividly reminded you of that fact. It felt like everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Not only was it one of those days, but it was Saint Patrick's Day to top it all off. By the time you got home, the few small decorations in your condo felt mocking, and throwing them away hadn't helped to improve your mood.

After holding it in all day, you finally sat on the couch, ready to let the emotions of the day wash over you. Only a few minutes later, you heard it. A basketball game, the sound blasting right through the wall so loud it was unignorable. You are well aware that you and your neighbor shared this wall in your duplex, but typically it was a sound range deemed acceptable for a sharded wall. Something you could live with and had accepted.

Today though, this was louder than ever, and hearing a loud March Madness basketball game on St. Patrick's Day was the last possible thing you could handle. You take a few minutes trying to compose yourself, instead though, you felt anger spark in you so bright it was unignorable. Then before you know it, you were out your door and knocking strongly.

It took a few minutes before the door opened, and you had forgotten just how hot your neighbor was. Jake Seresin was tall and broad, and you had never seen him supporting anything besides a classic clean cut look. He didn't look that different than normal, but he certainly looked more casual than you were custom to. Typically you didn't interact with him much; you actually avoided him because he was one of those people that were overwhelming. He always supported wide smiles and flirty remarks exuding a sure confidence. And today, the way his green teeshirt and soft hair that clearly hadn't been touched with gel as it dried, looking picturesque and happy like he had the perfect Saint Paddy's Day, you hated him a little bit.

"Oh hey, clover," Jake says, his lips quirking up in a fond smile.

"Clover? Come on, Jake. No, I'm your neighbor, the one from next door."

"Yeah, I know who you are," Jake says, rolling his eyes. Then he lifts a hand and brushes it over his cheekbone, matter-a-factly adding, "You have a piece of four leaf clover glitter right here. It's cute though, a very festive clover."

You copy his motion brushing your cheek, trying to find the glitter piece, not sure where it could have come from. When you glance back at Jake, he is shaking his head, motioning to the other cheek. You felt a flash of embarrassment burn in your chest, quickly brushing your other cheek as well. Jake shook his head in response again. Then he reaches up, giving you time to move away if you choose to; however, you are frozen in place. His knuckles settle against your skin while his thumb presses gently near the corner of your left eye. The moment is quick, hardly more than a second or two. However, it feels like an eternity to you.

Gaining your bearings, Jake is already leaning back against the side of his door. His arms crossing over his chest, making his biceps bulge. Your eyes snap back to his green ones, and you refocus on why you were here.

"Thank you. Sorry to bother you, but can you please turn down your TV? It's blasting." Internally you try not to curse over how the niceties you didn't really feel inside spill from your mouth, cushioning your words.

"Sure thing. Sorry about that. You know you could have just texted me," Jake says, quirking an eyebrow with a shrug. He said the words so casually, like it would be obvious you have his number. He said it as if everyone in the world just gets their phone, and it automatically has Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin's phone number added to the contacts app.

"Just turn it down, please," you sigh.

"I will. Again, I'm sorry about that. Do you have some big St. Patrick's Day plans I was interrupting?"

"No, I just wanted to go to bed."

"Oh no, did your work hours change?" He asks.

"Same as they've been. I'm just tired, you know?"

"Yeah, I totally understand that, Clover."

"No, Jake. Clover is not the cute sweet name that you think it is."

"I think it is, actually, Clover," he tells you with a wide grin.

"Well, have a good night," you say, taking a small step backward, trying to end the conversation.

"If you decide you're not tired, please feel free to come over later. Some people are going to come over for dinner, and we were going to watch the games. I'm sorry about that. I didn't think it would be a bother on a holiday Friday. I'll pivot us out to the bar after dinner, though. Just text me if it gets too loud. It takes me almost twenty eight minutes exactly to get everyone into the taxi for the bar."

"Have you been timing yourself?" You ask jokingly.

"Yeah, of course. There have been several trials and drills, all meticulously timed from when the taxi is ordered, which is a contributing factor. I shaved off six whole minutes when I figured out the proper order to hang people's coats in the closet. It was a real game changer." Jake answers you very seriously, which makes you laugh a little at him. It's much too close to a giggle for your liking, though.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm going to bed. You don't have to change your plans, though. I'll just go to my room and wear some headphones."

"It's an open invite," he reminds you.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you," You answer, taking another step back and raising your hand in a wave goodbye. As you do, a smoke alarm starts going off behind Jake. His eyes widen, and his smile drops. Spinning on his heel, Jake rushes back into his house, leaving his door wide open.

Concerned, you nervously follow inside after him. Noticing the shoe racks and small mud areas, you quickly toe out of your shoes, rushing in to help him. Jake's condo is an odd mirror of your own. Set up in nearly the same design but not wholly in the ways you were expecting. His kitchen is placed on the far side of the condo while yours joined the living room a bit more open.

Loud cursing leads you to him, and instinctually you open windows, trying to clear out the smoke. Jake is beating a newspaper toward the smoke alarm trying to clear out the smoke and get the device to stop its piercing shrill.

"What's on fire?" You ask, looking around the kitchen.

"The cabbage. I put it out in the sink." In the sink, you see the charred charcoal in a pan that remains of the leaves. Seeing a magazine, you stand near the window waving it, trying to bring new air into the space.

"What are you making?"

"It's Saint Patrick's Day. I'm, of course, making corned beef and cabbage."

"I see… is this your first time making it?" You are shocked that Jake looks almost sheepish. His shoulders hunching lightly with a slight grimace.

"It is, but I thoroughly read the directions. However, got cocky and thought I could try and roast the cabbage instead. I made that choice freestyle, though– no recipe. I just didn't want soggy cabbage that falls apart."

"Ahh well, if you want it crunchier, you just wilt it for a few minutes before eating. Also, you should really throw a lid on your corn beef and add more broth, or Guinness beer, or whatever you're using. It's going to dry out otherwise."

"Woah, are you secretly a chef?" He asks you curiously. The smoke mostly cleared out. Now you drift back to the kitchen trying to gauge what else he might be a little off on.

"Sorry for the unsolicited advice. But I've definitely cooked a few corned beefs in my life."

"I appreciate it. Personally, as great of an independent study I am, having a teacher really makes a world of difference."

"I'm sure you say that to all the girls," you tease.

"I don't," he answers thoughtfully, leaving the smoke alarm that had finally quieted. "Do you think I should, though? Would asking someone how to cook something be a pick up line?"

"I couldn't tell you. Let's focus on your dinner and make sure you have some edible dinner for your friends when they get here."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake says, opening a drawer. You watch as he pulls out a notepad made of grid paper and a green pen that he clicks three times before leaving it poised on the page.

Offering advice quickly starts to become supervising Jake as he remedies the dish. Constantly stopping to take down notes whenever you happen to say something that he thinks is helpful. You aren't entirely sure how it happens, but you go from explaining why it's important to check the potatoes since they were added so late in his cooking process to talking about movies and books you two have read and enjoyed lately. Then starting to spiral even further into a story about the first time Jake saw Tristan & Isolde.

"Honestly, Clover, you are a lifesaver and my hero. I gotta pay you back for this." Jake eventually says after checking his apple watch and muttering the time to himself.

"No payment needed. I was just doing the neighborly thing. If you ever need a cup of sugar, don't hesitate to let me know," you laugh, trying to redirect his gratitude away, so it wasn't shining on you so directly.

"No really, it would have been embarrassing to offer people inedible dinner. Actually, you should come over tonight free drinks, food, and I have this friend I would love to introduce you to. Y'all are going to get on like a grease fire, I'm sure of it."

You feel suddenly hollow at Jake's words, a startling reminder of reality. Jake really was like the sun catching things in his gravity and constantly pulling, shifting, and bending reality and time.

"Maybe some other time, Jake." You answer as sweet and levelly as you can. "I really gotta go, but y'all have fun tonight."

"Okay, next time then," he says with his eyes slightly narrowed but otherwise leaving it. He walks with you back through his house, waiting as you put your shoes back on.

"Thank you for taking off your shoes. I would have hated to mop again today. Thank you for helping me, not just with the dinner but the smoke too. That was super kind of you."

"No problem. Now, don't lift that lid until people show up and are ready to eat."

"I won't. I took good notes on the directions, I promise." He answers you, holding open the door for you.

"I know. Have a good night Jake." You say, passing through the door and heading back to your own house.

"Happy St. Paddy's Day!" He calls after you.

You just throw a hand up in acknowledgment and close your door. When you make it back to your living room, you can no longer hear Jake's TV. You do follow through with your plans, boarding yourself up in your room with headphones on, trying to forget the day and your blossoming attraction to your neighbor. Later that night, when you find yourself having to check the mail, you are startled to find a glass Tupperware on your front porch with leftovers all bundled together in a beeswax cloth.

On top was a small note card with a detailed four leaf clover drawn on it. On the back side, in a flowing cursive, Jake had written: Thank you, Clover. The short note followed by his name. Running your fingers over the drawing, you feel the little crush you had become a CRUSH. Developing a real, tangible attachment to an unattainable uninterested man feels like the cherry on top of your bad day. It's also, unfortunately, a problem you don't think sleep and a weekend off work will fix. Yes, you're without a doubt doomed to not be happy, and Jake is the worst reminder of it yet.

#jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #hangman x you #hangman x reader #top gun imagine

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midnighmoonligh · 4 months

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ; They/Them ; little

König ;; He/Him ;; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk.

Sleep anxiety, general anxiety, & lil violence (you hitting)

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Plot Summary

Y/N is stressed and struggling to regress, so after asking König for help he takes a crack at being a cg for you.

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You have been having trouble regressing for a few weeks now. You rarely went to other people, but after confessing to your Colonel, König, that you are an age regressor during a mission, he always offered to help. Sometimes, when things on base were slow, he would even do small things to encourage you to regress. Usually you just laughed at him and teased him for it.

König had been noticing you struggling to be little and relax. After a particularly hard mission, you showed up in his office. You gently pushed open the door after knocking softly. As usual, you waited until you were given the okay before coming in. Once in, you gently shut the door behind yourself. The noise made the large man look up from the tablet on his desk. At first, he looked confused but quickly his expression relaxed when realizing it was just you. König didn't mind, though, was definitely awkward.

" What is up? " he asked hesitantly, words thick with his usual German accent. His english has improved lately, on the bright side.

" König... " you trailed off hesitantly, nervously even. You fidgeted with your hands as you walked towards the desk. You stopped once in front of it. " Could, uh, could you help me regress? I feel awful and just... need it, " you did your best to voice what you needed.

König clearly was surprised by it too. Even so, he couldn't help but smile under his mask. He wasn't trying to push you into him caring for you, as much as he really wanted to these days. He was definitely cherishing the moment, to say the least. He turned off the tablet in his hands so it would lock then pulled himself to sit up better.

" Of course, " he replied quickly, not wanting you to over think more than you, clearly, already had.

You gave a short nod. Then the space became so awkward. You sat down into the chair across from him and just stared at the floor nervously. You could feel bus eyes burn into you. The room was tense with anxiety from the both of you.

" So, " he finally spit out after a long silence. " What... can I do to, um, help? "

" I don't... really know, " you replied hesitantly. Slowly, you moved to bring your legs up onto the chair. They pressed against your chest as you hugged them close. " I've tried everything that normally works, but they didn't work, " you voiced sadly.

" Hmm, " König leaned back in his chair and studied you. His blue eyes seemed to scan your head to toe. " Do you think it was the mission? " he asked as he rubbed his chin. " Are you stressed about more things than ususal? "

You couldn't read him. He seemed to show genuine interest, and want to help you, but his tone was so flat. It was quite different than speaking to a counselor... You chewed on the inside of your cheek, eyes keeping on the floor to sooth your anxiety.

" I don't know, " you mumbled, repeating the phrase once more. You didn't know why you were having a hard time regressing lately. It bothered you.

König sighed before speaking, " We can always try a few things. If it doesn't work, we will try something else. "

He went to his desk and shuffled around some papers. He then turned back and looked at you. It made you feel guilty for interrupting him mid work day.

" Do you like anything in particular? " he asked as he returned to his chair. " Are you sensitive to sounds, light and smells? Or are you particular about the things you need? "

His face was quite neutral, but he looked concerned. You let out a short hum as you thought about what he had asked.

" I don't like loud sounds, " you told him, though it wasn't an uncommon thing. Let alone on the base. " I don't know, sorry. Just, hard to focus, " you admit as you sank down into your chair further.

König nodded his head, seemingly making sense of it all. He was not a stranger to concentration problems. " Hmmm, " he mumbled as he thought over some things.

He went over to a cabinet and pulled out a few items. A small, fluffy rabbit stuffed animal, some colouring sheets, a few markers and a small blanket. You were surprised when König pulled out the items. Apart of you wanted to ask why he had these things, let alone where he got them from. Thankfully, you decided to keep those questions to yourself instead. König brought these over to you and pushed them into your hands.

" I'll stay around in case you need help, " he said as he sat back down in his chair. " Tell me if you need anything, okay? "

You set the coloring stuff into the desk before tugging the blanket around yourself. It was warm and cozy, making you smile.

" Okay, " you mumbled as you looked through the coloring sheets with a bored expression. You eventually picked one, coloring despite not being regressed. You hoped it would help, which is why you were trying. It was better than not trying at all.

Despite seeming quite confused when you began to color despite not being regressed, König made no comment. He didn't went to discourage you from trying at all. He watched you and even brought his chair closer, seeming to try to offer comfort and support. You looked over when hearing König move closer. Though your attention soon returned back to coloring. Your head was placed in the palm of your hand, elbow against the arm rest of the chair.

A long moment passed as you colored. Eventually, he spoke up after glancing at the clock on the wall. " Is this helping? " he finally asked. " Are you any closer to regressing? "

" Not really, " you admitted, but didn't stop what you were doing.

König nodded slowly and sighed once more. You weren't sure if he was just trying to help you or genuinely curious. Still, he stayed close, leaning back and tapping his fingers quietly on the arm rest of his chair.

He watched you a little longer before speaking up again. " How long has it been since you regressed? " he asked you curiously.

" Mm, maybe a month? " you recalled. You closed the cap of the marker and set it down in defeat. Your hands fell into your lap afterward.

" Had a mission for two weeks... obviously couldn't then. Then we got back and I just, couldn't I guess, " you struggled to explain.

He had heard of regressors being unable to regress for long periods of time, but it was still unfortunate that you hadn't been able to.

" Hmm, " König murmured to himself as he thought. " Maybe... " the words left his mouth, but he seemed to lose his train of thought and remained silent.

He thought a little longer; " Maybe you are just, um, needing some attention? " he finally said; looking at you with a somewhat awkward expression. You smiled and snorted at König's words. They were cute and sweet.

" I don't know anymore, I've genuinely tried everything I could, " you sighed, but a content smile kept on your face.

" I understand, " König reassured as he slowly nodded his head again. He was starting to wonder if your inability to regress was his fault, or something.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. He didn't mind you being in his office, but he also understood that you had a job to do outside. You fidgeted with your hands quietly while your eyes watched the coloring book. It wasn't really helping, but you liked looking at it. The pages were very cool in a pleasing way, even for your adult mind. König really had picked a good coloring book.

" Is there... anything else I can try doing? " the larger man spoke up, body language awkward but he really wanted to help you.

" I don't know, I'm sorry, " you sputtered out an apology quickly.

" No need to apologize, " he said softly, putting his hand up. He hesitated to speak, a slight frown crossing his face. " I would like to see you after you are off-duty, " König said after a long moment.

You blinked a few times before nodding. You knew König had work to do, which made you feel bad for getting in the way. Carefully you pulled yourself to sit up. Your fingers fidgeted with the blanket he had given you.

He shifted in his chair, moving his hands into his pockets. " I would be happy to help you try to regress... "

" Okay, I can do that, " you agreed to meet König later when they were both off-duty.

" Are you free around 5? " he asked in a soft tone. " I'll be by your room... "

He didn't know how he had become your caregiver; at first you had only mentioned having social anxiety and you both had bonded over having that in common. Then, later at a very awkward time, you had told him you regressed. König still didn't know how to process it. A part of him wanted to protect you and help you. Another wanted to take care of all your problems for you. His heart skipped a beat.

König was probably just being dramatic.

" Should be, " you nodded softly at the offer of a time frame. Hesitantly, you got up from the chair. You folded the blanket gently before setting it across the backing of the chair you had been sitting it.

" I guess, see you at five then? " you sheepishly spoke as a sort of goodbye.

" Yes, " he nodded. König sat quietly in the chair and watched you leave.

" Until then... " he mumbled to himself before picking up a pen and doodling on one of the many sheets of paper on his desk. He didn't know what to make of you; that you regressed, needed his help and seemed to like his company.

Most people didn't like him or his company. The times they needed it was for work anyways. König let out a long sigh. He promised himself, internally, that he wouldn't mess this up.

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Soon the time hit five pm and you were waiting for König in your room as you both had agreed. You left your door unlocked, sitting on your bed messing with a plushie in your hands. The soft texture easily rolled through your hands as you petted it. You weren't really sure what to do with your stuffies when you weren't regressed. You could admit, however, that it made you feel guilty for neglecting them in s way.

König arrived in front of your door at precisely 5 o'clock. This was the first time he had entered you room alone, so he was somewhat nervous. He cleared his throat and gave a light knock. Then he spoke, his voice quiet and nervous.

" Y/N... may I please come in? " he asked. He felt so nervous he was worried he'd trip into something or hit his head on a doorframe.

" It's unlocked, " you called in reply, not bothering to get up as you had made yourself very comfortable.

The doorknob of your room slightly turned and König peeked into the room. König was still in uniform, but it was clear this was after the workday by the way he carried himself. He looked more tired than usual, more expressive too.

" Hallo, " he greeted softly. His eyes wandered the room after he finally stepped into it. The door softly clicked shut behind him. He didn't have the same cold aura as usual, but his tone was still rather flat.

You looked up from the plush in your hands when hearing König's voice. You blinked a few times before giving a small wave to greet him. König slowly entered the room and just stood there in the middle of the room rather awkwardly. He had no idea where to go or what to do. He fiddled with his fingers, his expression staying as it was.

" Do you mind if I sit? " he asked after a moment of silence.

" Have at it, " you mumbled while fidgeting with the plush. The blankets were lazily thrown over you, but only enough to cover your waist. You couldn't really make up your mind if you were hot or cold, so you had compromised with this.

König nodded once and moved towards the bed, sitting down on its edge. His hands rested in his lap and he didn't speak.He watched you play with the plushie, not sure what else to do. After a few seconds, he spoke up finally.

" So, er, you said that you couldn't regress, um, on your own? "

You knew he was really trying, which meant a lot to you. As the topic of conversation came up, you slowly pulled yourself to sit up. You rubbed at your eyes when gently setting the plush aside.

" Yeah, I've been tryin' an stuff but nothing's working. "

" Hmm... " he thought out loud before leaning back in his seat slightly. " Have you tried the normal triggers? Or some other ways of regressing? "

He tilted his head to the side. " I understand that it can be frustrating, " he offered as he watched you.

" We can try different things, if you want. But you should be able to relax, not force yourself to regress. "

You sighed heavily. You knew König was right, you couldn't force yourself to regress as much as you wanted to. You carefully shifted to sit comfortably, feeling a little anxious.

" Yeah, I've tried the usual things that help already, " you told König with a heavy, pretty frustrated, sigh. " I've looked up what other people recommend but it's just... not working. "

He nodded and looked down at the floor for a moment, as if considering something.

Then he looked at you. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, making you give a short smile back out of reassurance. It almost looked like he was holding back a lot of words.

A few moments passed and König finally spoke up, his tone sounding surprisingly soft and sweet. " Would you like... help? To feel little? "

" Please, " you asked in a soft, but clearly desperate, tone while your hands gripped at the sheets pooled in your lap.

He smiled a little wider and scooted to sit closer to you. His voice had become so soft and gentle and he didn't know where it was coming from.

He reached out a hand and gently touched your head. " You are safe... " he said while keeping his hand on your head.

" You did a good job on the mission, " König continued. " And I am here to take care of you. You don't need to be tough right now. "

He reached his arms out to you after a few moments. The action was simply asking for a hug, you knew that very well. You blinked a few times as you looked at his arms. You were surprised, but not sure as to why.

" Come here, " König said, his tone remaining strangely soft and sweet.

His heart was racing, but if he couldn't help you regress for your own sake, he would help you feel little by other means; as a caregiver. You paused for a few seconds. After giving yourself a moment to process, you gave a short nor before shuffling yourself closer to him. You flopped right into his arms wordlessly.

König's face lit up at the gesture. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. It seemed like you were his little boy, now. He cradled you in his arms and played with your hair.

" Now listen to me, " he said softly in a more paternal tone. " You are in my care now... " his voice wasn't as flat or as cold as before. You could swear you heard his heart beating.

" I will help you be little. Okay? "

You curled up into König's arms and nuzzled into his chest. You liked being held, it was soothing. You let out a small breath while you allowed yourself to relax.

" Kay, " you mumbled quietly as you cuddled into him.

For a long moment he just held you. He felt very proud to be holding you. It felt like you trusted him more than he, honestly, had expected you to.

" I am going to hold you for as long as you need to feel safe, " he murmured softly.

" There is no rush. Just, um, tell me what you need. Okay, little one? "

" I'm okay, " you mumbled. Then you shifted in König's arms.

You reached out and grabbed the stuffie you had been playing with when König had walked into the room. You pulled it close and hugged it, leaning into his chest more as you settled back down. His body felt warm when you rested your head on his chest. His hands remained gently wrapped around you.

" I don't know what I need or want right now, " you admitted quietly.

He hugged you even tighter and gently kissed the top of your head.

" As I said, " he muttered, " Relax. Try not to think too much, hm? "

König brushed against your hair with one hand, while his other held you close and rubbed against your back. It was quite a calming motion as it repeated over and over.

" Take your time, little one. "

You fell quiet, unsure what to do. You felt nice being there. Unfortunately, it wasn't really working though. After a few minutes you shifted, squirming in your spot. You were starting to get uncomfortable being there. Only because you disliked staying still for too long. It was a bit heartbreaking to watch you become uncomfortable. You were so used to regressing when you wanted; it felt like you were so close to regressing.

" Little one seems restless... " he muttered playfully with the same soft voice he had been speaking with this whole time. König kept on brushing against your hair, still holding you close and his hands resting against your back.

He pulled you onto his lap to sit with your back against his chest while he started to rock back and forth. The moment surprised you and made you look at him with a confused expression until he had quit moving you. The movements were gentle, but steady as he held you close. He hummed a little, trying to think of other ways to calm you. You were still fidgeting and he could tell you weren't comfortable.

As soon as he had started rocking, your brain seemed to melt. It was such a comforting motion. You slowly sank into him while hugging the stuffie to your chest. You took in deep breaths for a few seconds to sooth your mind. For a moment, you felt the familiar fuzzy feeling you got from regressing. Unfortunately it faded after a few moments.

" Can we do somethin? " you asked quietly while speaking slower than usual.

" I... I don't really know, " you answered. You've always been so indecisive. You couldn't help it. You chewed the inside of your cheek, feeling guilty for wanting to do something but being unable to pick what exactly to do.

" Hmm, " he said as he kept rocking you, thinking to himself. It seemed like there was one thing on his mind. " What if I gave you... a pacifier? " he offered hesitantly.

You were surprised by the offer. You shifted to look up at him, blinking a few times before looking away. Your mind felt fuzzy, scrambled even. Slowly, you nodded in agreement to the offer.

" Maybe that would help you relax? " König asked you, hoping he wouldn't ruin the mood. His eyes looked back at you, studying your reaction to what he suggested.

" Wouldn't hurt to try, " you mumbled. " I keep them in my nightstand, " you told him as you nodded over to said nightstand. However, you don't move from your spot. You were way too comfy to move now. He looked at the nightstand curiously, but didn't ask for you to move.

" I'll just... get it for you. "

He got out of his chair and made his way to the nightstand. You squeaked as you were picked up, but didn't hold any complaints. At least not yet. You watched him take out a pacifier from the bottom drawer of the nightstand. He placed it into your mouth. As he did you opened your mouth with the paci could be placed, then slumped against König. The colonel sat back down on the bed and resumed rocking, his other hand gently caressing your hair. You chewed on it, finally feeling like you were feeling smaller. Your fingers gently held onto König, even after he sat back onto the bed with you in his lap.

" How about this? Do you like that better? " he asked, his tone sounding rather sweet.

" Mm, " you mumbled in reply to yet another question.

" I am guessing that was a yes, " he smirked and looked back at the pacifier in your mouth. The sight was quite cute.

König ently caressed your hair and tilted his head to the side. With each movement he made, he rocked back and forth; continuing the slow rocking motion.

" So, little one, what now? " he asked you after a moment of silence.

You didn't entirely reply, not at first. You kept slumped into the largers chest while you thought about it. Though soon, you had an idea. You carefully crawled out of König's lap and onto the rest of the bed. He was a bit surprised when you crawled out of his lap, but he didn't force you back or anything. His hands moved to rest in his lap instead while he watched you. You grabbed a few more stuffies you usually kept on the bed before offering one to König, silently urging him to take one.

König looked at the stuffed animal you offered him. He took it and placed it on his lap as he looked at the others. The moment he had taken it, you giggled and squirmed a bit in your spot to express how happy you were. Thats sort of when you realized you were finally starting to fall into little space. König tilted his head to the side in thought, a soft smile crossing his face as he thought through something.

" What if... What if I read a bedtime story? " he asked, his tone slightly curious.

He looked at you with a rather soft look in his eye. It seemed like the idea of reading you a bedtime story sounded sweet to him.

You frowned and looked to the small window in your room. You knew it was late, which was normal given your shift ended so late. However you didn't want to go to bed yet. You hugged your favorite stuffie to your chest before looking to König with a pout. It was definitely time for bed, you knew that, however you didn't want to go so easily. You wanted to play!

" Nuh uh, " you huffed at him, almost dropping the paci out of your mouth.

" I know you want to play, " he chuckled softly, putting a gentle hand to your cheek, " but it's quite late... You need some sleep. "

" Come on, " he said in a slightly teasing tone. " You don't want your captain to get mad at you for not sleeping at night, do you? "

You whined at König's attempt to get you into bed. You didn't really care what others thought about your sleeping schedule honestly.

Suddenly, you got up from the bed and fully ran off. Giggles escaped you as you ran off down the hallway. Thankfully the base was pretty quiet right now, most people were trying to get what little sleep they could. You definitely are regressed now though. You felt little, but not extremely young. Your headspace was probably about five or six years old.

König was a bit taken aback for a moment, but he chuckled at your reaction. He got out of the bed himself and ran after you as you ran down the hall. He chuckled as he caught up to you at a full sprint. He had you in his arms a moment later, a big grin on his face.

You whined and squirmed in his grasp. It's unfair, he's so much bigger and could catch up so quick. They had made it to the rec room, surprisingly. It was a beat up space, but no one was in it besides Horangi who had fallen asleep on the couch.

" Little one, why do you run from me? " König sounded like he wanted to play with you. He wasn't going to put you down until you told him to.

Instead of replying, you managed to slip from König's grip. He chuckled at you as you wriggled out of his grasp. He was determined to get you back to your room, though. It was rather late and he wanted you to just rest and relax. You took off again, running around the hallways while giggling before returning to the rec room.

Quickly, you looked around. Then you found a spot to hide. You hid yourself behind the couch, squishing between the couch and the wall behind the couch. You covered your mouth to keep from being too loud. You barely could contain your giggles though. There was no way he'd find you.

König had followed you into the rec room. He spotted Horangi sleeping on the couch, but decided against disturbing him. He did his best to keep quiet so he wouldn't wake him.

" Man, where did Y/N go, " he commented, quietly but loud enough you could hear. He sighed to himself in defeat before sitting on the couch. " This is hard.. " he pouted.

" I can't find you! I give up, " he admitted defeat vocally before leaning back into the backing of the couch.

Of course, you were smart enough not to fall for it. You quietly squirmed in your spot out of excitement while listening to him struggle to find you. You pressed your favorite stuffie close, burying your face into them to keep from giggling too loudly. A few minutes passed and König looked at the couch and smiled. He was sure he knew where you were.

" Little one, please, stop hiding from me. You need to go to bed. "

Suddenly, you heard the couch squeak. Then you heard König's footsteps. You looked up to see the colonel peeking over the edge right into the gap. You squeaked, only to burst into giggles over him having found your hiding spot. He only sighed tiredly in reply. Though König could admit he was having a lot of fun with you.

However, you didn't come out just yet. You knew König could not fit, being way to big. You were just out of arms reach for the colonel anyways. But that didn't mean he couldn't wait you out, did it? You didn't move from your spot, giggling out of victory of getting to stay up and play.

König chuckled and moved up onto the couch. He sat on the edge of it and waited for you to come out of hiding. His look was stern and serious, but he wasn't going to let you stay up and play with him. He would catch you when you came out. This was going to be an amusing little game for him.

So that's what happened. You both played with waiting game. Your giggles did eventually quiet. You played, cuddled, and hugged the stuffie you had with you. König was a lot more patient than most. He was quite stubborn himself too, being able to wait out that game as long as you could. You refused to move from the spot even after an hour had passed.

By the second hour of hiding away from the large man, hyour eyes were feeling heavy. You didn't really realize how tired you actually were fter working all day. You rubbed at your eyes as a yawn escaped you. You didn't want to stop playing though, it was unfair.

He looked at you when spotting the movement, catching that your eyes were getting rather heavy. It looked like you were getting a lot more tired, which was expected since it was quite late...

" Little one... " König said as he watched you. " I think it is time for you to go to sleep. Your eyes seem very tired. "

You whined at this fact, denying it of course. It wasn't too surprising that you had denied it. Even if you denied it, that didn't change the truth. Your eyes were looking pretty tired and it was late.

With a split second decision, you tugged yourself into a more comfortable position. Then you darted out from behind the couch and tried to run off again. König chuckled as you tried to escape. He grabbed at you and got hold of you quickly. He held on tight, but not so much so that it hurt you.

" Little one, I believe it is time for you to go to bed. " he spoke with a stern tone, but a gentle one as to not upset you.

You squirmed in his grasp, trying to escape. You shoved him and even kicked him. You didn't want to go to bed, even if you were tired. You whined until you fully threw your poor stuffie at König in hopes of distracting him enough to get him to loosen his grip enough for you to get away. König was a little surprised, but didn't seem to bothered by your kicking and shoving. He only held onto you tighter. However, your stuffie being thrown at him did distract him enough to loosen his grip on you. Unfortunately, he tightened it again quickly enough that you couldn't escape.

" Nuh uh! " you yelled after removing the paci from your mouth. Your tone was childish, showing you were very much regressed now.

He chuckled at you, " Little one, it seems I will be putting you to bed after all. "

König stood back up and grabbed you around your waist to lift you up while still being able to hold onto you. As he did so, you squirmed and kicked him, still hitting him too. You didn't want to go to bed, but it was becoming increasingly more clear that you were upset over more than just being put to bed. It wasn't the bedtime that was upsetting you.

" And remember, it isn't because I am mad at you, " he reminded, reassured even. The last thing König wanted was you to feel he was upset with you in such a way.

As they reached the bedroom, you began to cry. Your actions became rougher, more desperate to escape, to where you likely did give König a few bruises without meaning to.

König's expression softened a bit when you began to cry. It didn't make him feel sad, necessarily, but he did feel a little concern for you. He was a softie sometimes. Then, you began to become rough... And his concern changed into anxiety. He didn't expect you to try and hurt him, but... It's not like you were doing it on purpose. Maybe... You were being a little rough with him because you feel upset or uncomfortable?

" Shhh, hush little one, " König murmured as he kept a careful hold of you as you hit him to try and escape. He did his best not to react.

He walked over to your bed and placed you on your bed. As you were placed down you kicked at him more, but he still kept trying to be gentle in hopes it would calm you down.

" I know you are upset, " he said, brushing a hand through your hair. " But if you don't get some rest, you will be in time out. "

He seemed sad to say this, but he seemed to be the only choice. " Please, if you would rather not have a time out, you need to go to sleep. "

Though the threat hung there, you didn't really believe him. You didn't want to go to sleep, but was clearly more anxious then you were genuinely upset over the idea of bedtime. Your sobs hiccupped out of you aggressive from how hard you were crying.

" No! " you shouted at König as you tried to kick him away again. At least this time he wasn't surprised that you hit him.

" Little one... " he sounded more stern, " If you keep acting like this, I will not hesitate to give you a time out. "

He seemed a lot more serious, not wanting to deal with your behavior right now. If you gave in and decided to sleep, he would keep you into bed. However, if you didn't listen, a time out in a spare room would be the other option until you cooled down.

Of course, you chose not to listen. Some words wouldn't affect you in this moment. You were far too anxious and upset at the thought of having to go to sleep.

" Alright, little one, you have had too many chances. "

He gently picked you up and carried you to his room. Of course, you didn't make it easy. You practically woke up the whole base from how loud you were being. You kept trying to get our of his grip, but he kept firm so you wouldn't hurt yourself. König didn't care that you were hurting him in your moment of being upset, but he was concerned over you hurting yourself.

He set you down on his bed once to his room. He then went to fetch a chair from his desk to use. This time it was being used for you, someone who refused to sleep for a reason he genuinely couldn't figure out.

As he placed the chair next to the bed, he sighed heavily, " I don't want to do this, but I have to. "

He sat you in the chair and looked at you sternly, " You need to stay here for the next... 20 minutes. "

Your tantrum stopped abruptly as you were placed in the chair. You stayed still, even stopped crying. Unfortunately for König this didn't last long. Once your little mind processed what was happening again, you began to cry while escaping the chair. You tried to make a run for the door to leave the room as soon as you were off the chair and on your feet. König didn't expect you to make a run for it... However, as soon as your feet hit the ground, he was already on them.

He picked you up into his arms and placed you back in the chair, " Now now, time spent running is time added onto your time in the chair. "

He picked up the stuffie you dropped and took it over to the chair. He placed the stuffie on your lap while he went to go get the timer. Walking away was a bad move though. As soon as he has turned his back, you were off the chair and making a run for it. Though you had left behind your favorite stuffie. König quickly turned back around and saw you almost at the door. He immediately dropped what he was holding and ran after you.

" Come back here! " his voice was a bit stern now, but it still was mostly soft and gentle.

He caught up to you quickly in only a matter of seconds. He then picked you up into his arms, and placed you back in the chair. You let out a scream as you were picked up again. You cried loudly while trying to escape König's grasp, obviously failing and being placed back into the chair again.

He got a stern look and sighed, " It seems like this will be a longer session. "

You sat there bawling for a good two minutes before calming down a little. Then? You tried to escape again. You hopped off the chair and tried to run to the bedroom door. König got sick of this rather quick.

" Alright, this is the final straw. "

He placed you back down in the chair, grabbed the timer and started the timer.

" You will now be in the chair for 20 minutes. " he said, his tone now being a bit more stern and serious.

Once the timer was set, he sat on the bed and looked at you. He still looked a little guilty, but he was quite firm now.

This time, you actually stayed. You cried while your body trembled softly. You were panicking, but more at the thought of having to go to sleep. You wasn't throwing a fit because you had to go to bed, rather that you had to sleep. You're scared, really. Your regressed mind only knew how to express that by throwing a fit like this.

The timeout was well warranted, as much as you hated it.

You finally stayed sitting while squeezing your favorite stuffie to your chest. Having it helped you feel safer, also reminded you that König wasn't trying to upset you or hurt you in any wah. By 15 minutes your crying had calmed down to soft sniffles. By 20 minutes you finally had stopped crying all together. You were calmer and felt a bit better. Though you felt heavily guilty. Seeing you calm down made König a bit happier.

Slowly he moved over to you. He kneeled down in front of you, making you feel smaller than you were before. You felt about two or three now, having regressed younger due to creating so much stress on yourself.

" Do you know why you were put in timeout? " he asked as he gently placed his hands onto the chairs arm rests, more to balance himself so he didn't topple over.

" 'm no wan to go to bed an ran, " you slurred your words due to your young headspace, but König clearly didn't mind. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at hoe cute it was.

(I didn't want to go to bed and ran)

" Yes you did. I put you here in hopes it would help calm you down, " he explained in reply. You gave a small nod, understanding where he was coming from.

" 'm sorry, " you mumbled out as you slightly his behind your stuffie. You felt the need to cry again.

" Oh Schatz, " he whispered with concern in his eyes. " Come here, " he spoke a bit louder as he raised his arms out towards you.

Gently, you set your stuffie aside and quickly hugged König. You felt guilty for hurting him, even if it was out of fear. Even if he did forgive you. You hugged him tightly while your sniffles became harsher. You were already crying again.

" It's alright, " he reassured softly as he embraced you. He gently rubbed your upper back with one of his hands. " I'm not upset with you, I promise, " he added.

After a few moments, he pulled away. He stood up and helped you out of the chair. You two stood together, you holding onto a few of his fingerd while your free hand held your stuffie. König held this loving expression in his eyes as he looked down at you.

" That was quite a tantrum you threw, little one. Why did you hate going to bed so much? " he finally asked you.

König seemed to have forgotten his concerns over you being regressed. He is just more concerned over why you were so adamant to stay up. He didn't seem bothered by the fact that you regressed, honestly.

" Scary, " you replied so quietly he almost missed it. He watched as you used your free arm to hug the stuffie to your chest. Gently, he squeezed your fingers that held onto his in a way of reassurance.

" Oh, little one..." He whispered to you, now concerned. He tilted his head to the side as he spoke to you softly.

" What is so scary for you? Why are you so afraid of having to go to sleep? "

König wanted to help you so badly right now.

" Bad dreams, " you mumbled as you leaned in towards him. He gently reached out his spare arm to wrap around you as you rested against him. Your head rested against his stomach as his hand rubbed the back of your head in a soothing motion.

" Bad dreams? " he asked quietly before sighing deeply.

He was rather concerned by this, especially thinking of a little one like you having a nightmare. König was torn between getting you ready for bed and staying awake so you could feel safe and calm.

" If you don't sleep now, those dreams will only get worse. Your body needs to rest and the best way to do that is a good nights sleep, my little one. "

You nodded, understanding once more where he was coming from. Besides, at this point, you were so exhausted you could barely stand straight. You had been crying so much you fully cried yourself into pure exhaustion. You wanted to go to bed now, even though it is scary.

" Mkay, " you mumbled before reaching a hand up and rubbing your eyes.

He smiled gently as you finally seemed to understand why you needed to go to bed. He was glad that you did.

" Good. " he sighed softly, " Would you like help in getting ready for bed? "

König was ready to make sure you were comfortable and safe going to bed. As your care taker, it was his responsibility to make sure you were safe and taken care of in times of need. Honestly though you didn't think you could stay awake long enough to get ready for bed. You just wanted to go to bed now. Gently, you reached your arms out to König to be picked up. One of your hands still held onto your favorite stuffie still. You let out a small whine to emphasize wanting to be picked up.

König crouched down and gently picked you up and stood up again, holding you close with one arm. You slumped into König after being picked up. You hugged your stuffie while your free hand held onto his clothing. Even your head is rested against him. You looked like he was going to fall asleep in his arms at any moment.

You were so tired now...

" Alright, little one, " he smiled.

He held you up with his right arm and walked over to your bedroom with you. " Now, I need you to get into your pajamas. After that, you can get into bed and I will tuck you in. "

You got the impression that he would wait with you until you were asleep if that is what you wanted during your rest. You whined at having to change clothes first. You just wanted to go to bed. However, you remained good this time and patient.

" Okay, " you pouted.

He was surprised by how tired you seemed and wondered if it was a good idea to try and get you to change. However, you seemed to be waiting for him to have you change right now.

" Alright, little one, " he spoke gently, " I can put you to bed first if you want. "

He didn't want to push you too hard. You already seemed tired enough as it was. If all you wanted to do right now was to go to sleep he would try not to push you too hard to try and change first.

" Is oki, " you shook your head.

As much as you just wanted to go to bed, you knew it would be better for you to change first. You'd be way more comfy that way anyways. Besides, König is in charge not you. He went into your bedroom and placed you on the edge of the bed. He looked at you for a moment. You rubbed at your eyes, yawning as you kept yourself awake. You looked so peaceful right now.

" Now, what pajamas do you want to wear? "

He seemed determined to ensure you get a good nights rest, so that meant dressing you to go to bed.

" Umm, " you trailed off for a moment to think. You yawned again before finishing your thoughts. " 'm want the purple ones! " you giggled sleepily with a smile.

" Purple it is, " he laughed softly.

König took put your purple pajamas and placed them on the bed next to you. You watched as the pj's were placed on the bed next to you. He then turned around and opened up the top drawer of your dresser. Once it was opened, he turned back around and looked at you.

" Will you be okay changing into your pajamas, or will you need my help? "

If you were too tired to change yourself, he was alright with helping you. He was more concerned about making sure you were comfortable right now. You thought about the offer before nodding.

" Yea, needs help pease, " you asked nicely.

You felt too little to dress yourself right now, on top of being as tired as you are now. You rubbed at your eyes again before setting your stuffie aside.

" Can do, " he agreed with a hum. He gently shut your dresser completely before moving over to you.

Once you nodded, he gently started to remove your clothes so that you could get into your purple pajamas. Thankfully it didn't take too long, especially with you helping him. Once you were changed, he helped you put your stuffie back up in your bed before he tucked you in.

You couldn't stop yawning, especially after laying down. You snuggled up into the covers and hugged your stuffie close. Your eyes blinked closed a few times before you whined and rubbed at them.

" Won leave? " you asked, feeling anxious all over again. You didn't want König to leave while you were asleep. You're scared to be alone.

" No, I will not leave you while you are asleep, little one. "

König had already been quite firm about how he wants to stay until you are asleep, so he just smiles and pats your head.

" I will stay with you until you fall asleep. "

By now his tone is a bit more stern, as he is quite tired himself. He seemed a bit concerned and exhausted by all of this as he sat down on the side of the bed next to you.

" an after? " you whimpered softly as you squeezed your stuffie.

" I will stay by you until you fall asleep. After that... " he sighs, " I will go to my room, alright? I'm rather tired myself. "

König was clearly quite exhausted as he sat here with you.

" I'll see you in the morning, little one. "

" bu-" you whined, but cut yourself off. Your eyes pooled with tears as you shifted anxiously in the bed. " 'm scared, " you whimpered.

He sighed, " Do you want me to stay? Is that it? "

He was being patient and was more than fine with staying a bit longer if you wanted or needed him here with you.

" I can stay if you want me to, little one. "

You nodded quickly, doing it so hard it made your head hurt for a moment. You wanted König to stay so badly. You didn't mind sharing a bed with him, as long as you didn't have to be alone.

" Alright, little one, " he said softly.

König scooted himself a bit closer to you, so he could lay down and be comfy. He then put his arm over your chest, as if he was just wanting to cuddle with you. Without even hesitating for a second, you shuffled closer to him and curled into his chest. Though your arms kept around your favorite stuffie, you happily cuddled into the larger man.

" I will stay as long as you need me to. "

You calmed down quickly, settling back down and feeling super sleepy again. His words made you feel safe, so much so you couldn't even put it into words. You yawned before rubbing at your puffy eyes.

" Good little one... " König spoke gently as he rubbed your back and the hair of your head.

" Sleep now. Let yourself relax. "

As a caretaker it was his duty to make sure you were safe and comfortable. In this moment, he just wanted to make sure that you were calm. He didn't mind you staying close to be during your rest. Though he didn't say anything, he was rather happy that you felt comfortable enough with him to lay on him.

He smiled and relaxed as he waited patiently for you to fall asleep. Which didn't take long. It was barely a few minutes of head rubs from him before you completely passed out against him.

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Gruvia Week 2024:

Day 1: Laughter.

type: soft/comfort, warm, fluff, attempt at humor.

characters: Gray and Juvia, a slight mention of Cana, Gildarts and Macao, and little bit of levy.

this fic is also posted in AO3

Gray likes to joke around, he loves to tease his friends most of the time by cracking jokes or using his sarcastic humour, he doesn't want to admit and say that his jokes are better than Natsu, but judging by the reactions of their guildmates, he could admit just a tiny bit that his humour is better.

And Gray is not boosting himself up, this is coming from an objective perspective not his, because in the end of the day Gray doesn't care if he makes his friends laugh or not, if he finds the situation funny, he'll just use it as an opportunity to crack himself up or to humiliate Natsu, which works everytime.

does he enjoy making his friends laugh? no, not really, or maybe? he doesn't know but he doesn't make an effort to spark the joy around them, that's not his thing it's usually Lucy's.

However, there is an exception where he drops the cold and serious demeanor and tries to elevate the mood.

Juvia is the exception and while he yet does not realise the reason why he tries to goof around her more than usual, he just focuses on that bright smile that appears on her face.

but that realization hit him today and it was quite a hit.

they were on their usual morning routine in the Guild main room, everyone was minding their own business, an unusual and rare moment ( because Natsu and Gajeel aren't around), but Gray would take it any day than losing his cool and fight without sense.

so he was enjoying the quiet ambience and of course Juvia was besides him, knitting some hat for him, although he told her he doesn't need it but her stubborn self exclaimed:" nonetheless Gray-sama! Juvia will impress you with her knitting skills! she has improved over the months".

he can tell by how many bandages were wrapped on her fingers on both hands, he is worried that she might hurt herself if she doesn't tune down her excitement.

and even if he tells her that, she wouldn't listen to him because she will delude herself with 'Gray-sama's worrisome is like medicine to me!' nonsense and it's too early in the morning for Gray to hear that.

so he just enjoyed the silence between them while she focused on her threads.

Few minutes ticked by and he can sense the frustration coming from the water mage next to him, he glanced to his side and noticed the -cute- frown and her hands tightly holding her straight needles.

her hands worked their way through the confusing loops of threads, their movement were shilly shally, not knowing how to continue the work, suddenly her hands stopped working and she dropped the craft on the table disappointedly.

she sighed.

" it didn't work out?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"No" she replied, her shoulders were hunched and her frown was still in her face, Gray doesn't know why he feels annoyed at her dejected expression but he felt the urge of making her feel better.

and what's best than making her laugh? ( also because he doesn't know how to comfort people and he is afraid he might ruin Juvia's mood by trying)

he scanned the guild for a potential target to use them for his humour and saw Cana dazed on the bar, her head between her arms, completely passed out, it is very unnatural for Cana to not express her love to her barrel of wine at his time, but Gray knows the reason.

"So Cana is not herself today", he nodded towards the brown haired woman, Mira was shaking her shoulder to wake her up.

"Yes, Juvia wonders why" she replied, her frown turning from frustration to worrying about her friend, Gray knows how much she cares about Cana, yet seeing her worry about her makes Gray smile slightly.

He got back at the task at hand, humiliating Cana with no guilt.

"well, I know why", with a smug expression he turned to her.

"I heard that she called Macao dad" he started, both of their heads leaned on each other as they began whispering.

"what?!" Juvia gasped, her smile widing a little.

" yeah, she was really drunk that she mistook him with Gildarts" Juvia laughed a little, it was a progress.

"Gildarts heard about it and challenged Macao and almost turned the guild upside down if Cana didn't stop him" Gray continued as he saw Cana batting Mira's hand away, she didn't want to be disturbed from her drunken slumber.

"Juvia can not believe this" she laughed, and it was like the bells of heaven in his ears, he felt satisfied.

"yeah, Cana felt so embarrassed that her dad destroyed half the guild, Macao wanted to seize the opportunity.. like asking her if she wants him to be her stepdad" Juvia cackled at that mention, and Gray joined in, they laughed to the point that their guildmates throw at them weird looks.

"and then she told him that the reason why she confused him with her dad is because he is old" their laughter turned into a chortle, Juvia wiped small tears from her eyes and all Gray could do is laugh beside her, looking at her softly.

that's when it hit him.

he loves Juvia's laugh, that's why he likes to joke with her more than he does with the others, because Juvia's laugh gives life around him. and when that hit him he cringed at himself internally.

You are lost Gray , he thought.

One morning, Levy had a task to sort out the new books from the boxes that were delivered to her in the Guild, and Gray was bored -Juvia wasn't around yet- and saw how she struggled with the boxes, so he offered to help her out. also the fact that she is actually pregnant and shouldn't be moving too much.

Levy was grateful that she got another set of hands to help her organise the books, it was a lot of them, and Gajeel was in a job.

Gray was getting the books out of the box and putting them in their own category of genres.

" Isn't this the book that Lucy wanted to read?" he held a medium sized book, with a hard cover titled 'The Persistence Of Joy', Levy took a look at it and snorted.

"Yeah she did, but she got spoiled by another book nerd when she was in her mission, and dropped it immediately" she replied, sorting the books at the same time.

Gray hummed in acknowledgment and got back to organising the books.

"So, what's up with you and Juvia?" she took a moment and added "again", Gray rolled his eyes at her remark, he adores Levy's company but the amount of books she reads makes her read between the lines a little too much for his liking.

"what do you mean?" he responded with boredom against his will instead of ignoring her completely.

"Well, it seems like you enjoy her company, last time I saw you laughing to tears with her" she explained, a little bit dramatically.

"have you ever laughed with a person before Levy?" he put the book that was in his hand on top of the others with force that dust was coming out of it, he looked at her pointedly.

she rolled her eyes, and went to put them in their shelves, Gray took that as a sign that she dropped the subject and he can finally focus on finishing his job, he began to regret ever offering a helping hand.

after a moment of blissful silence.

" I am just saying that you were laughing because of he-"

"i swear to god Levy" he glared at her, Levy just lifted her hands to show that she completely understood his point and won't make any unnecessary comments.

Finally, after finishing putting the books in their respective places, he hurriedly left the library alone since Levy was more engrossed in reading a new book that she found. the work was not tiring but he wanted to see Juvia so badly, he knows she is waiting in the Guild's Main room.

he heard her laughter from the door of the library's hall, and when he opened the doors, he spotted her laughing with Mirajane and Wendy.

He smiled softly as he looked at her, she shined brighter than ever with her eyes closed and the sound of joy she made, he could never get tired of it no matter how many times he hears it.

Maybe her laughter makes him crave laughing as well, it makes him want to reach for that joyful moment. So he joined them, completely oblivious about Levy's presence, poking her head out of the door and smiling.

#gray fullbuster #gruvia #fairy tail #gray x juvia #juvia lockser #fairy tail juvia #fairy tail 100 years quest #juvia loxar #gruvia week 2024

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fairybinie · 1 year

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KISS, DON’T TELL — dramawrld 🌟

synopsis: popular and menacingly wicked choi beomgyu has the entire senior class wrapped around his finger. the high school drama club has cherished y/n as their veteran for four years. to fulfill beomgyu’s graduation requirements, he must join y/n’s drama club despite his grudges. unbeknownst to everyone else, y/n and beomgyu have their history. they’ve kissed before (or more like y/n has bitten his lip to bleed) and beomgyu hasn’t lived it down ever since. y/n cannot stand this guy. they can make it through the entire year as the leads in their play, right?

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a/n: the group chat texts are not really plot points or that canon to the story, but just provide some insight as to how their friend groups are! a little something to have before the actual smau starts <3

y/n: member of the school’s drama club since freshman year. not popular amongst the entire high school, but loved by their fellow rising actors. perhaps it’s due to their performance nature, they have a hidden talent for singing. if pursuing acting wasn’t their main dream they would definitely look into the music realm. after all, that’s where their user ‘starbiz’ comes from. contrary to their stage presence, they’re a pretty timid person which explains why they’ve never blown up at beomgyu. closest with soobin, but confides in eliana the most.

soobin: joined the drama club the second semester of freshman year, which is when he met y/n. the two hit it off instantly, finding similarities in their personality. although y/n is certainly the star pupil of the drama club, soobin is just as much of a wonderful actor. the most introverted in the group, but can be outgoing especially when he’s with huening kai. soobin has a huge soft spot for y/n which is why he always feels the need to protect them in some way. y/n is like his little sibling. he's closest with y/n, shows his fun side with kai, and bickers with eliana the most. all as a joke, of course.

kai: met soobin in freshman year (loves to tease him about his clinginess) but didn't join the drama club until next year only because soobin forced him to. he looks up to y/n as a mentor and tends to go to them for advice, as he's the youngest of the group, most of the time for acting tips. he has naivety to him and can process things slowly sometimes, due to his innocence. tries to see the best in everyone which can cause some conflict in the group. he's a bright kid, but typically the last to know about everything. he likes to act and improve on stage.

eliana: works as props team. though she hasn't been there since the beginning, her friendship with each member grew fast, especially with y/n. met y/n in the bathroom when she heard them crying in the stall (not knowing it was because of beomgyu). they're the 'soulmates' since they have mostly everything in common. the most cut-dry in the group, usually says what she wants when it needs to be said. she can be intimidating, but the sweetest person when you get to know her. likes to mess around with kai and soobin as if they were her brothers. loves to know everything and is in on the gossip.

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silentwillowwhisperer · 8 months

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miss you

Imagine Keith and Lance on opposite sides of the universe, using their not-so-secret communicators to talk to each other.

It would be so late at night that it’s really morning but they can’t resist talking to each other, it’s like two matched sides of a magnet. You can pull away, but you can tell that the invisible ropes between them are always there.

They’ve both had long days, Lance visited a planet of weird tube animal-people that he’s calling ‘the nation of hooties,’ and he needs to tell Keith absolutely everything about it. Keith has had a long day of missions and strict discipline and wants nothing more than to hear Lance’s steady voice spin exaggerated tales about the new places he visits every day.

He hates the fact that he’s in this new, unfamiliar place, but Lance makes it feel safer. He’s adaptable, sure, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t desire something constant.

Every night Lance opens up with something cheesy, like a dumb pick-up line or some lovey sentence that sounds like it’s from a really old rom-com. Keith always tries to keep a straight face, but Lance has a special knack for making Keith laugh.

They may have started out as so-called rivals, but now it’s just a joke between them. Now, they tell each other anything and everything. If one of them felt a strong emotion like jealousy or joy, the other knows. If one saw something that made their day, the other knows.

They’ve gotten so good at communicating with each other that they can pick up on the other’s mood just by making eye contact. Suddenly, they know each other better than anyone else in the world.

Lance had felt guilty about that at first, but as soon as he told Keith, the other boy had reassured him as if it were a second nature, easy as pie.

That’s the other thing, Keith may be a hot mess when it comes to words, but he never fails to comfort or sympathize with him in dark moments. Just seeing Keith’s face makes his heart swell up and his eyes shine. Keith once compared it to star shine, saying that Lance sparkled to brightly that you could see it trying to flood out of his eyes. He had a really weird, Keith-ish way of making Lance flush bright red without fail.

No one ever complains about the two of them talking late into the night. Yeah, Lance has very limited volume control and often laughs loud enough for the other paladins to hear it from their rooms in the middle of the night, but he always looks so happy and confident the morning after, so they let it slide.

Keith often gets out of bed and tromps around the blade base when they call, but the blades have noticed that his performance on missions improves significantly after he does so. Anyway, a bit of white noise is nice some nights, because it gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop from anywhere in the base (literally, their Galra hearing is a bit freaky sometimes).

One night when they’re both ducked under the covers of their beds and can only just make out the outline of their faces thanks to the hollow glow of the communicators, Keith whispers out, “I… miss you.” It’s almost too quiet for Lance to hear it, but it makes his heart crumble anyway.

Something about that quiet moment makes it seem like Keith said something horrible and world-shattering. The pale lighting reminds Lance of his great-grandfather’s funeral when he was six. Keith’s tired face looks like his Mama’s when he asked what death was after the ceremony was. She had cried, and even though he was too understand grief or what the funeral meant, her soft sobs stuck with him forever.

Lance doesn’t need to ask what happened.

All he can whisper back is, “I know. I promise I’ll be with you soon.”

If doesn’t make them any less sad, but they both latch onto the words anyway.

Shiro is a little bit put off when Keith returns back home to the castle and goes to hug Lance before speaking to anyone else, but he does enjoy tricking them into dating each other.

(Even though they kinda were already.)

(And he likes seeing his baby brother all cute and happy.)

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My brain lump isn’t thinking clearly, so if this doesn’t make sense, then that’s why.

#keith kogane #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltron #lance mcclain #klance #keith vld #vld keith #lance vld #blade keith #tawny post

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kaiijo · 2 years

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magnetic azul ashengrotto x reader summary: you and azul are polar opposites: he’s focused on academics and your talents lie in athletics; he’s sly and slick, and you’re as honest as they come. when you both hear that you’re at risk of failing certain classes, you’ll have to work together in order to pass your respective classes for the term. who knows, maybe the rules of magnetism will work in your favor: opposites attract, after all. word count: 4.2k

notes: gn! reader, frenemies to lovers, reader is implied as athletic (on the Spelldrive team, Floyd calls them “Swordfish” bc they’re one of the fastest sea creatures, etc. but no physical descriptions), mentions of food and eating

You stared at the exam in your hand, glaring at the big red D at the top corner as if that would make it change into an A, or at the very least, a B. Next to you, Kalim peeked over at your test and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, at least it’s not an F!”

Jamil, on the other side of Kalim, crossed his arms and said, “That’s not exactly a high bar, Kalim.” His eyes slid over to you and he added, “No offense.”

You sighed, flipping your paper over. “None taken.”

“Ooh!” You cringed at the voice, already mentally preparing yourself for the conversation that would ensue. “Didn’t do so hot, huh, Swordfish?”

You turned around to glower at Floyd, who stood in the row behind you with Jade and, of course, Azul Ashengrotto. Azul shot you a look of mock pity, shaking his head. “What a shame,” he said. “And this was one of the easier tests we had.”

Floyd grinned sharply. “I can’t wait to hear about Goldfishie’s reaction to this.”

“Okay, what did you geniuses get?” You sneered, already regretting your words. While Floyd’s grades were inconsistent at best — victims to his whims and moods — Azul and Jade never got anything less than As in most classes. Besides, Alchemy was Azul’s best class, so you heard.

Your face heated up as they showed you their papers, simpering and snickering. Floyd: B+, Jade: A, Azul: A+. You scoffed and turned back just in time for Kalim to say, “Whoa! Nice job, guys!” Oh, Kalim, ever the bright shining light of positivity.

“Better luck next time,” Azul said as the trio made their way out of the classroom. “Maybe if you applied yourself more, things would be different.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but decided against it. They already got enough of a rise out of you, you wouldn’t give them anything more. As more students cleared out of the classroom, with Kalim giving you one more word of encouragement before leaving with Jamil, Professor Crewel asked you, “Can I see you for a minute, pup?”

He waited until everyone was left before saying, “I must say, your performance on the last few exams have been horrendous.”

“I know,” you said. “This is already my worst class and with the big Spelldrive match between NRC and RSA, I—”

“No time for excuses, puppy,” he huffed. “I’m going to be frank with you: you’re at risk of failing Alchemy this term.” Your blood ran cold. If you thought Riddle was going to be mad about this recent test score, you really weren’t looking forward to having him find out this. “If you don’t do well on the end of term exam, you won’t pass.”

“I—”

“I would tell Vargas to bench you from the team,” Crewel continued, “but that man listens about as well as a newborn pup. So, it’s up to you to balance your practices with improving your performance in this class. Am I understood, whelp?”

You swallowed down the knot in your throat and nodded. Crewel directed his pointer at the door. “You’re dismissed. I hope you can whip yourself into shape before the term ends.”

“Yes, sir,” you said and you left quickly. You pressed your hand to your warm face, willing it to cool down so you could at least appear a little less flustered. Walking down the hall, your mind spun. You didn’t know what it was about Alchemy class but you had a hard time grasping the core concept of it, which was transformation of matter like making thaumarks into solid gold bars, as well as actually performing spells that would do just that. You didn’t know where to even start to improve for the class. Additionally, Coach Vargas had increased the amount of practices in anticipation of the upcoming tournament, calling them at all hours of the day including early mornings before classes, and a few right after dinner.

Your head throbbed at the sheer stress of it all, and you let out a long groan in the empty hallway. Or, what you thought was the empty hallway. “Still upset about the test?” You jumped slightly, finding Azul seated in one of the archways that ran along with walls, overlooking the courtyard. He sat up and you said, “Aww, you waited for little old me?”

Azul twitched slightly and he said, “N-no. I was balancing the lounge’s checkbook.”

“Don’t you usually do that in your office?”

Azul replied, “Is it a crime to want a change of scenery?”

You shrugged and said, “No, but I just think it’d be easier to do that at a desk.”

“Like I said, change of scenery.”

You walked closer to him. “I’m surprised you’re doing all this right after class. My head hurts enough from the lecture as is.”

“Anyways,” he said, “You should probably be on your way. Lots to do before the end of the term.”

Your eyes narrowed. “So you were listening.”

“Maybe you should have closed the door before having that conversation with Professor Crewel.”

“Maybe you should have just balanced the checkbook in your office.”

“I could help you with Alchemy. For a price, of course.”

You scoffed, “I’m not being drawn into any of your shady deals, Azul.”

He frowned this time and you could have sworn he almost looked hurt. “You know I don’t do that anymore. I was just going to say that you’d need to earn points at Mostro Lounge in order to do so.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, your heart a little heavy at your presumption. “I’ll think about it.” You glanced down the hall. “I should get going, get some rest before next period and figure out how to break this to Riddle.”

When Azul didn’t reply, you started to make your way down the hall and towards the Hall of Mirrors. You paused and said over your shoulder, “I know you don’t do that stuff anymore, Azul.” He didn’t say anything again and you sighed quietly, continuing down the corridor.

“You’re what?!” You flinched a little at Riddle’s shriek. Most people would have more subdued reactions to bad news when told in a public setting but you forgot, somehow, that your housewarden wasn’t like most people. While less demanding than before, he still insisted on striving for perfection or something close to that.

You pushed around your dinner with your spoon and mumbled, “I’m failing Alchemy.”

Riddle’s face was getting toward that bright red color but, as he saw other students turning to look at your table and your own miserable face, he just let out a long breath. “As a Heartslabyul student,” he said, voice still tight but quieter, “you know that this is not up to the standards of our dorm.”

“I know.”

“How are you planning on bettering yourself?” Riddle asked, his eyes boring into your soul.

“I don’t know, but I know I need to pull myself together fast.”

He nodded. “Yes, you do.”

Trey and Cater joined your table, Deuce and Ace not far behind. “What’s the happs?” asked Cater as he slid in next to you.

Riddle looked at you and you replied, “Failing Alchemy.”

Deuce hissed, “That’s rough.” Ace bobbed his head in agreement but, surprisingly, didn’t add anything else as he shoved a large bite of food into his mouth.

“Hey, Trey,” Cater piped up, “isn’t your best class Alchemy? Maybe you can tutor them.”

Trey opened his mouth but you beat him to it. “I wouldn’t want to impose,” you said. “I know the upperclassmen have a lot on their plates right now. Besides, this is my mess to clean up.”

“Azul’s pretty good at Alchemy, right?” asked Deuce. “Maybe you could ask for his help.”

Azul’s earlier offer rattled around in your mind, and you recalled the way his expression fell when you said you didn’t want to be a part of his “shady deals.” Your stomach twisted and you just said flatly, “Maybe.” You took another bite of your food, suddenly not hungry. “Want to finish this off for me?” you asked Ace and he nodded, taking your plate.

Trey chuckled, “I don’t know if you should be using your underclassmen as trash disposals.”

You let out a weak laugh of your own before leaving quickly. You didn’t know why the guilt was gnawing so viciously at you. Your conversation with Azul had been brief and his negative reaction had only been a split second, yet it had you like this.

Your relationship with Azul was… complicated, to say the least. The two of you butt heads a lot, ever since first year. You threw snide comments at one another but somehow, neither of you really disliked each other either. You definitely weren’t friends, but you weren’t exactly enemies either — frenemies, then?

Your remark had been thoughtless, especially considering Azul’s Overblot episode and what you had heard was the root of it. It was a low blow and a half-baked comment, and as you thought more about it, your guilt weighed you down more. Instead of heading for your dorm like you had wanted, you entered Octavinelle when you got to the Hall of Mirrors.

The Mostro Lounge was bustling as usual. It made sense, given that it was dinner and many students chose to dine there instead of the cafeteria. You stood at the entrance awkwardly before Jade saw you and strolled over. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise.”

“Hi, Jade,” you said. “I was wondering if Azul was free. I want to talk to him.”

“Can I see your point card?”

“Oh, it’s not for a consultation. I want to… apologize to him about something I said earlier.”

“Ah!” Jade seemed a little taken aback and he thought for a moment before nodding, guiding you to the back of the lounge. “He’s in the office.”

“Thanks.” You opened the door, finding Azul inside, hunched over more papers. He was dressed in his Mostro Lounge uniform, though the hat sat on his desk next to the lamp.

He looked up when you came in and his eyebrows raised. “I wasn’t expecting any guests tonight.”

“No, I came to apologize about what I said earlier about the shady business things.”

He straightened a little, fixing his glasses though there was nothing wrong with them. “Thank you,” he said. There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again, “Have you figured out what to do about Alchemy?”

“Not yet.”

He studied you for a moment and then asked, “If I remember correctly, Flying is your best subject, right?”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?”

He rolled his eyes, thought it was directed at you, and said, “You and I are in similar situations right now.”

“What do you mean?”

He glanced at you and huffed, “Do I need to spell it out?”

“You really can’t expect me to know what you’re—”

“Vargas told me that I need to be within the top ten times for the upcoming Flying course otherwise I won’t pass the class this term.” Azul scowled as he spoke. You couldn’t say that you were very surprised. While you weren’t in Azul’s Flying class, you had heard about how mortifyingly terrible he was at it from Jamil and Kalim.

“Okay,” you said. “I’m still not getting why you’re telling me this.”

“How can you not see what I’m suggesting? See? This is why you’re doing so poorly in Alchemy.”

“Hey,” you barked in a warning tone. Azul winced slightly and muttered out a half-hearted, sheepish apology before finally explaining, “Instead of you earning points for a tutoring consultation, you would help me with Flying and I’d help with Alchemy. A quid pro quo.”

You considered it for a moment, unable to find any real downside to the proposal. You could say that having to spend that much time with Azul is a downside but you couldn’t find it in you to actually convince yourself that that was a bad thing. At the most, it would be a little annoying but not wholly unpleasant.

“You can take some time to think,” Azul said. “But I’d need the answer by—”

“Let’s do it,” you finally said.

Azul smiled. “Wonderful.” With a wave of his hand, a contract appeared. You jumped back from it slightly and at your wariness, Azul said, “It’s just a formality but it will ensure we both uphold our ends of the deal.”

You read the contract, feeling a wave of relief wash over you when you saw that it just said you had to help each other, not that the help would need to result in success. You were pretty hopeless in Alchemy and you had heard that Azul was a lost cause in Flying, so you weren’t sure exactly how much either of you would improve. Regardless, at least this was a way to attempt to better yourselves. Satisfied, you took the pen from Azul’s hand and signed your name on the dotted line at the bottom of the contract. With a flick of the rest, it rolled up and fell into Azul’s hand. “Alright,” he said. “A deal’s a deal. Meet tomorrow during our shared free period in the library.”

“Okay.” You checked your watch and cursed internally. “I’ve got to go. Don’t want to be late to practice. Vargas will skin me alive and then nobody would help you with Flying.”

“Then you’d better hurry.”

“See you tomorrow, Ashengrotto.”

You barely managed to make it on time to practice, beating Vargas by only a minute or two. Ruggie looked at you, saying, “You’re normally here earlier. What gives?”

“Had something to attend to.”

“That sounds pretty suspicious,” he replied, tilting his head and flicking his ears. “Sparing any more details?”

“Not at the moment.”

He snorted but turned his attention to Vargas as your coach launched into what exercises and drills you’d all be doing.

“Okay,” Azul said as he returned to the alcove the two of you had scored with a small stack of textbooks. “These should cover the basics.”

“The basics?” you gasped, gaping at the pile. “Azul, we don’t have time for the basics!”

He glared at you. “If you don’t have a good foundation down, you won’t get anything else. Alchemy builds on itself.”

“Can— what if we just start from where I really started to slip up?”

He sighed, “Fine. Where did you start to lose track of the subject?”

“Purification of the elements.”

Azul stared at you for a good minute before he slowly said, “That’s part of the basics.”

You groaned, “Fine, fine! We’ll start with the basics then!”

He gave you a smug look and flipped open the textbook at the top of the pile. “Here,” he said, opening it to the twelfth page and scooting his chair closer to you. Your nose caught notes of plumeria and sea salt. It reminded you of the ocean. Azul called your name. “Are you listening?”

“Yes!”

“What did I just say?”

“Uh…”

“You need to focus. You said it yourself, there’s no time to waste.”

“Right, right.”

“So, the concept of purification originated…”

“Azul, you can’t just stand and jump over your broom. Flying doesn’t work that way.”

“I’m visualizing my success,” Azul insisted, hopping again. Still, the broom laid motionless on the grass.

“Flying isn’t about visualization,” you said, mounting your own. “It’s about doing and practicing. It’s not like academics where you can think your way through.” You kicked off the ground, hovered on the ground for a moment before leaning forward just a bit and soaring off into the air.

You loved this feeling — the wind in your hair and face, the smell of the sky, and exhilaration of defying the laws of gravity. You spiraled up before taking a steep dive down, zooming past Azul and circling back, planting your feet safely on the ground.

Azul huffed, “Show off.”

“Hold your broom like this,” you said and he copied your movements, straddling the broom and gripping the handle. “Now, kick off.”

“Wasn’t that exactly what I was doing?”

“No.”

He did a little hop and the broom lifted him for a second before he fell back down the ground with a yelp and then a grunt. “Jamil was right,” you said, “you are bad at this.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be encouraging, not deprecating?”

“Sorry. Get up, try again.”

“Those still aren’t words of encouragement.”

“You need to visualize the spoon turning into a tea kettle.”

“I know, it’s— that just seems so absurd.”

“If we governed our lives based on what made sense, magic wouldn’t even be here.”

“That’s a fair point.”

“I know. Now visualize the tea kettle. What color is it?”

“Uh, does it matter?”

“No, I’m just trying to make you see it in your mind.”

“Okay, okay. It’s white and patterned with roses.”

“You really are a Heartslabyul student.”

“Guilty as charged, Your Majesty.”

“Isn’t it ‘Your Honor’?”

“Not for Heartslabyul.”

“Hey! Not bad, you actually flew from one end to the other!”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not! You could barely hover two feet off the ground last time! Now that you’ve gotten that, we’ll move onto steering and then speed control.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m setting up one of the courses Vargas had us do last year. I remember Kalim telling me you totally wiped doing it.”

“Shut up.”

“It’ll be good for you to face it again and conquer it!”

“How do you know I won’t, as Kalim said, ‘wipe out’ again?”

“I have faith in you!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

With the end of the term fast approaching, you and Azul spent whatever free time either of you had with each other for the past few weeks. You had worked out a solid schedule that outlined when each of your respective tutoring sessions were, how long they were, and what goals you needed to reach for the day.

On the last mock exam Azul had given you, you got a B-, which was one of the highest grades you’d gotten in Alchemy in a while. Azul, similarly, had figured out how to speed up and slow down his broom and control its direction, which was huge.

You were waiting in the Mostro Lounge for Azul to grade the mock exam you just took when Jade came gliding over, glass in hand. He placed it at your table and you glanced up at him. “What’s this?”

“A piña colada, on the house,” he said, tacking on, “Non-alcoholic, of course.” You looked at the drink and the little umbrella in it.

“I’m surprised you do tropical stuff, since you’re from the colder parts of the Coral Sea.”

Jade chuckled, “We try to branch out.”

You nodded and he slid into the booth next to you. “So, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Azul.”

“We’re tutoring each other.”

“Yes, I know,” Jade said. He watched as you sipped the drink, and you squared your shoulders, doing your best to not shy away under his intense gaze. There was always an ongoing debate about who was scarier, Jade or Floyd; if you had to make a choice, Jade’s calm exterior that hid deep, dark depths unsettled you more than Floyd’s wild mood swings.

Speak of the devil… “If it isn’t Swordfishie,” Floyd cooed, slipping into the space on your other side of the booth. Unlike Jade, he pressed close and said, “For all the time you’re with Azul, you’re hardly ever here. Hurts our feelings, you know?”

Your pulse sped up a little. “We’ve been in the library and on the sports field.”

“I want to tell you a secret,” Floyd chirped, squeezing closer. He leaned in and said, “Azul doesn’t usually make deals like yours.”

You glanced between him and Jade. “What do you mean?”

“He usually does consultations for tutoring,” Jade explained, leaning back in the booth, leather squeaking slightly. “As for Flying, he’s not really one to ask for help with that. Coach Vargas usually makes someone help him.”

“Also, also!” Floyd said, pushing your drink a little closer to you. “Azul asked us to make this for you.”

Your face was getting very hot very fast. “Why are you telling me all this?”

“So you can sort things out,” Jade said, his eyes flickering to something over Floyd’s shoulder. With that, he stood, Floyd following. He smiled and bowed slightly. “We hope you’ve enjoyed your stay at the Mostro Lounge, no matter how brief.”

“Hope to see you here again soon, Swordfish!” Floyd added and they slunk off to the back.

You didn’t have a chance to process what they had said before you saw Azul making his way to you in short, hurried steps. That must have been what made them leave.

“Did you like the drink?” Azul asked.

You looked down at the glass and nodded. “It was really nice. Thanks for sending it over.”

He seemed a little startled that you knew but he shot you with one of those corporate smiles. “Of course.” His eyes moved to the direction the twins had gone and he asked, “What were you doing with them?” He sounded a little… off.

“Oh! They came over to me, Jade first, then Floyd,” you said. “I swear I wasn’t trying to distract your staff.”

Azul let out a forced, somewhat weak laugh. “W…what did they say to you?”

You hesitated, wondering if you should tell him what they said. “Floyd said you were the one who requested the drink for me.”

His shoulder relaxed just a little but you could see the tension he held still. “I see.” Before you could say anything else, he held out your exam that you had totally forgotten about.

“How did I do?”

“You tell me.”

You sucked in a deep breath and flipped the paper over. A big, red A sat at the top of the test with a “Congratulations” next to it, written in Azul’s sharp, neat handwriting. You stared at the piece of paper for what felt like an eternity, unblinking, scared the letter would morph a lower one if you did. “Good job,” Azul said, snapping you from your reverie. “Your hard work has paid off. A few more study sessions and the exam should be fine for you.”

You couldn’t hide your broad grin and you threw your arms around Azul, catching him in a hug. He took a few seconds before he reciprocated and as you pulled back, you studied his face for a second — little pinker than normal. “Alright,” you said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get out on the field! Your times have been improving, so you might make a top-ten-worthy one today.”

You’re running around school trying to find Azul. You had just gotten your exam back from Crewel, and you knew that Azul had just wrapped up his Flying course. He wasn’t in any of the usual classrooms, nor was he in the cafeteria. You peeked into the Mostro Lounge, where you found Floyd and Jade, who told you they didn’t know where he was either. You caught Ruggie, who was in Azul’s Flying class, and asked him if he’d seen where he went. Ruggie said, “He ran right off as soon as class ended.”

You were turning a corner when you literally crashed into Azul. You knew it was him from his signature yelp, a sound you had heard many times during your flight practices. “Sorry, sorry!” you said, holding a hand out and helping him off the ground. He straightened out his glasses and you two gazed at each other for a second before asking at the same time, “How did it go?”

“You first,” he said.

You struggled to contain yourself as you eagerly shoved your paper at him, big A- written in the corner. “Congratulations,” he said. “I told you your hard work would pay off.”

“What about you? How did it go?”

“Placed ninth,” he said proudly and you clapped.

You two stood in the hall for a few minutes, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. You broke the silence. “I don’t think I ever actually thanked you for your help. I… I really don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t help.”

“I have to say the same to you,” he replied. He pursed his lips and his eyes left you, looking around the hall contemplatively. Then, his gaze returned to you and, quietly, he asked, “What happens now?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve spent a lot of time together these past few weeks,” he said, clearing his throat. “I was just… are we going to be back to where we were before?”

“No, no. I don’t want that,” you told him. “I… I’d like to say that I consider you a friend now.”

Azul glanced carefully at you. “What if…?” You cocked your head and he continued, “What if I asked you if you wanted to be more than that— than friends?”

“Oh!” Your face heated up. Azul started to backtrack but you interrupted him, “I’d like that too!”

He relaxed and Azul’s worried expression was replaced with his normally self-assured one. “Right. Well, would you like to have dinner together tonight? At the Mostro Lounge, I know the owner.”

You laughed, “I’ve heard he’s pretty charming. A little full of it and he’s not the best flier, but, somehow, very endearing.”

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