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noowayybroo · 11 months

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Bite Shift (Part 2) (Thanks for all the love so far! )

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: NSFW CUZ KISSING N TOUCHIN N STUFF, Blood, Mentions of Assault + Violence, GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy. Mentions of / attempted non-con, biting n vampires n stuff (NSFW for violence's sake), Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also. Brief seduction, Copy n pasted warnings etc (am lazy monke)

Not a fun, lighthearted fic, gonna get a bit violent. Leon is entirely inspired by @lipglossanon's Corrupt Cop Leon character and Character.ai Bot!

I'm keeping this short as hell cuz I don't love the idea and I don't know what to do or how to take it seriously... Sorry!

Just further warning. In this part Leon gets pretty bitten up and he bleeds a lot and it's described in quite some detail. He ultimately ends up submitting n letting the reader drink from him. This bit is pretty graphic. More notes at the end.

"My stop's... just... there...", you say, timid yet firm as you point at a house about 4 buildings down.

Silence came the reply.

Odd.

You make eye contact with Leon in his rear-view mirror, only to find his eyebrows slightly raised as he watches the road, continuing to drive. He seems to have heard you, but makes no move to reply to or acknowledge your statement. In fact, he avoids eye contact with you as he does all but slow his vehicle. It's as if he feels almost guilty or unsure of his actions, you think, and in a split-second, you're able to realise that this man does not intend to drop you off home, safe and sound.

Offering a generous benefit of the doubt to the man, you continue to point as your house as it gets nearer, nearer, even nearer and then eventually, it's behind you.

Leon's expression is entirely stoic and hardened as you snap your head back to look at him in angsty disbelief. He picks up on the attitude in your actions and movements, and begins to wonder to himself what his next plans were as he continues to dodge eye contact with you. His eyes dart away almost nervously each time they meet yours in any of his mirrors.

Something you loved about the area in which you lived was how quiet it was, but something you loved even more was the small forest near your house. As a skulking creature of the night (and sometimes day), you often enjoyed spending time amongst the shade of the trees, basking in the cool shadow and observing the wildlife. It was also a good place to prey on humans who were up to less than good, grabbing a light snack here and there.

Of course, as a vampire, it was stereotypical that you'd drain people entirely of their blood, leaving nothing but a lifeless corpse, or that you'd bestow upon them the curse of eternal life, but you didn't have the heart nor care for all of that. Why make more of me? You think sometimes, All they'll do is compete with me for my meals. Also, killing your prey would not only draw attention to yourself somehow, but it'd also decrease your pool of prey to choose from, so so far, you hadn't actually killed.

This dilemma swirls within your mind a little as you notice Leon continue forward on the same road you lived on. You hadn't killed, but that didn't mean you didn't want to. He could be going home, you ponder, he did say his house was along here somewhere, but he could also be going... to the forest. That was a dark thought, even for you. You'd seen your fair share of horrible people dwelling in that forest, especially at night. It was like a crime city once the moon hung in the sky. A tasty crime city, little did Officer Kennedy know.

That's right, despite being as inhuman as you were, you still had a moral compass (albeit rusty.) The riffraff were your favourite meal. You could convince yourself you were doing some great deed and service to your local area, teaching them a lesson or two about karma. A game you often liked to play was, whilst attacking them, reminding them of all the bad deeds you'd witnessed them partaking in. In some ways, you saved their lives, because they fixed up quickly.

You can only wonder what you'll have to teach Leon a lesson for now as he does as expected and quickly turns off towards the forest. The car trembles a little as it meets the dusty rubble path, leading deep into the mass of trees and shrubs in your wake. A strange heat wells up within you. You know you're not shy or worried, but you can't seem to place a finger on whether you're hungry or whether the car's heaters are just a little too efficient.

Your surroundings grow darker and darker as you leave the generous street-lights on the road behind and venture deeper into the woods. Many of the trees are so densely grown that not even the moonlight dares shine on the path before you. A few minutes later, your cage-on-wheels comes to an abrupt halt on a grassy bank by the side of the path, which is so rarely used it's hard to identify. You can't help but foreshadow that the car is more of a prison to Leon than it is for you, but your mind is silenced as you hear a faint shuffling followed by a quaint click sound.

You did not expect to turn to see a handcuff fastened rather tightly around your right wrist, and the shock you were in allowed Leon to reach over and grab your other wrist, but you were able to pull away before he could secure you. The jig was up; now he would speak to you.

"I want you to make this easy for me." His voice seems almost choked at how cold it's suddenly become, his steely gaze locking your eyes in, as if all of his avoidance was saving up some kind of energy for this moment. He swallows thickly, before continuing, "If you try and run, or scream, or cry for help... or fuck with me...", he lists, shaking his head more and more aggressively as he seems to think of possible ways you could aggravate him, "It will not end well for you."

You can't help but stare back at the man, shocked. His entire cute, cuddly and soft demeanour has disappeared as he leans over you, kneeling in his seat and easily towering over you. He still seems a little hesitant, though, as if he hasn't planned this out too well. You suspect you're his first. That thought makes you shiver with disgust as you narrow your eyes at him, making your disdain more than evident. You want to give him a chance to prove he isn't like this, you really do. So, you decide to play along with him for a while, just to get a feel of things.

"Please... Just let me go, Okay? I won't tell anyone-", You plead, acting far more fearful than you really feel, hoping the bent man might straighten himself somewhat. His mouth hangs open a little as he watches you, predatory eyes cunning, calculating his next move.

You make to disobey him, noticing how unresponsive he is, almost as though his next actions are still buffering in his brain. You timidly place your free hand on your door-handle. As if you'd lit an unknown spark, you were about to witness the most fear-induced, rage-filled fireworks you'd ever seen. The officer springs to life, grabbing hold of his cuffs which are half around one of your wrists and using them to violently tug you away from the door.

The force of his pull has you crashing down over the gearbox and hand break, letting out a hiss of pain as the gear-stick jabs into your ribs. He then cuffs you to the steering-wheel before leaping from his door with the fervour of a man possessed. He's had an idea, and you don't feel fond of finding out what it entails. You do hold some inhuman strength thanks to you being you, but it certainly wasn't enough to break out of steel cuffs, especially after not feeding recently.

Your door is thrown open once Leon has finished stumbling around the front of his car in the pitch black to get to it. He doesn't say much, other than faintly grumbling and huffing as he roughly leans in to release the cuff from the wheel, and pulling back to admire his catch. He stares down at you as though you're some object he got for a bargain. He's so pleased with himself. He doesn't seem to feel an ounce of pity. You begin to feel a little enraged. Still, though, you look up at him with a pleading expression.

"Sorry sweetie, no chance of escaping now. Y're all mine, y'hear?" The officer practically drools the words into your ear, breath tickling your neck once he's pulled you up from your seat and as he uses his body to force you into the side of his car, facing it. His weight is pressed firmly up against you, and his voice is nothing but condescending and gruff as he seems to further accept and adapt to his new role, laboured by the force he's exerting on you.

You're not pretending to enjoy this at all, as you stand uncomfortably frozen. There is no doubt in your mind that this man knows what he's doing is wrong, and it's probably why he won't let you see his face.

Whoops, you were busy thinking, that and fear of humiliation kept you from answering his question. To politely make you aware of this, the officer promptly grabs your shoulders in a firm grip and jolts you forward harshly, like a child with a toy, crushing your front against his vehicle as he leans in closer, holding you rigid against the cold metal. "I asked if you heard..." Yeah, you snark in your mind, just like I wondered if you heard me asking you to pull over...

Whilst the cop's display was quickly causing you to become sore, it wasn't really that intimidating. In fact, your biggest worry at the moment was how unpleasant the cuff on your wrist felt, and when you'd get it off. First things first, though:

"Y-yes, I hear you sir. P-please tell me what you'll do with me...", It's a lot to ask for someone of such insane mind as Kennedy at this present moment, but you decide to try your luck. You'd had a good idea of what he wanted, but felt the need to pry, to be sure. Satisfied you seem frozen and intimidated enough, Leon pulls away from you slightly as he replies, the smirk evident in his voice:

"I'm gonna give you what you deserve, honey. Gonna take a little payback for your lift home, hm?" One hand remains on your shoulder, whilst the other slowly droops down your side, coming to rest on your waist. Leon's voice is thick with sick desire, his hips remaining attached to you as his torso is pulled away. The hand on your shoulder snakes up to your neck, gently grasping at your throat as he strokes your warm skin with his thumb, thoughtfully.

He then leans in again, almost burying his face into the other side of your neck before humming, "And there's not a thing you can do to stop me." He jerks his hips to the side a little until you can feel his holstered gun brush against you.

Ok, even for a vampire, that was a bit of a risk. You had some pretty powerful regenerative abilities, sure, but a gun? Repeatedly fired at you, especially once he got a whiff of your... undead-ness? You were toast if you didn't act carefully here. Somehow, you needed him to let you turn to face him.

You begin to plot to yourself, ignoring how his bodily warmth fights away the slicing cold of the night time air. You could tell he felt it too, his large hands beginning to shake amidst their new conquest to remove your clothes. He trembles behind you in freezing excitement, his breath and saliva warm and wet on your neck as he presses sloppy kisses up your neck towards your jaw. He takes in your temperature and scent with some form of feral passion as he marks you as his.

It clicks. That's how you'll do it. Leon wants to claim you, it's clear he won't be letting you go - you know his name. There's no way he'd be dumb enough to let you wonder off back into society after this. You had to act now, or something very dark would be in store.

Abruptly, you turn, causing him to retract his head a little in shock as those cold, predatory eyes meet your own. He scowls. The officer dislikes his sudden loss of access to your neck. He loathes his sudden lack of control. Temporarily, his lips quiver and his brows furrow.

...And he takes the bait. Leon leans in, consuming your mouth with his. He wastes no time in forcing his tongue into your mouth, wrestling it with yours. He seems cocky, pleased as you turn to face him now, resting your hands on his toned chest as you let him kiss you roughly, kissing him back.

He's too distracted to continue trying to pry away your clothes, and instead resumes his grip on your throat with one hand, whilst the other seizes your hip, pulling it flush against himself. The heat within him only grows. In his mind, he's won entirely. He gets to use you, he gets to abuse you, and then he gets to... or rather has to... throw you away...

But he'd rather not think of that miserable task right now, and instead, he breaks away to purr shakily into your ear.

"So good for me..." He shivers, almost groaning as his hands caress your body lazily. His pupils are fully blown, both from the night, and from the equally dark lust breeding within him. He can barely see you, and that upsets him. He's also uncomfortably cold, and so he has an idea... again. "You cold too? Want me to warm you up inside?" A deft smirk brushes his features as he can't help but let his mind wonder to God knows where. Really, though, he was suggesting moving inside the car.

That was it, that was your chance. You nod, feigning bashfulness. "P-please. I'm cold, too..." You whisper, and before you know it, Leon has yanked you away from the car with one strong arm, securing you against him tightly for fear you'll escape. He walks you far enough backwards to have access to the car door, pulling it open and forcing you inside. He seems to take some care so that you don't hit your head, but as soon as you're inside, he leans in, lifting and pushing you backward forcefully so he may crawl inside too to join you. He slams closed the door behind him and reaches up to activate the light on the ceiling of the car.

Dingy yellow florescence floods the car, illuminating the features of the both of you for the first time in ages. The shadow cast only further accentuates how menacing the man is on his knees between your legs, hunched yet towering over you. His breathing laboured, his trousers strained and his face hungry. You have him right where you want him.

So, you decide to fulfil your curiosity somewhat as Leon leans back down to assault your neck and shoulder with more kisses, beginning to pry your clothes from you once more. You remark at how oddly gentle he's being with them, for a man who probably intends to murder you.

"Officer... can I ask you a question?", You whimper against him. Truth be told, you have no idea how he may respond and don't want to anger him further, but you just can't help fuel your wonder. Groggy comes his reply, mouth still cemented to your skin, sucking and licking like a man starved.

"What is it?", he croaks.

"Am I your first victim?" Leon pauses for a moment and your heart sinks as you hold your breath, before letting out a somewhat relieved sigh at his answer.

"I guess you are.", he chuckles darkly, "Everyone's gotta start somewhere, I guess." Kennedy sucks into your neck, ensuring he leaves a mark as he can't help but grind into you, pinning you down with his weight, not that you'd have tried to escape just yet.

Talking of blood and biting starts here so please don't read further if it might make you woozy!

Eventually, he leans back to admire his work, eyes focused on the purpling and glisten of your neck. Little did he know, his own neck was soon to follow suite. You'd had enough: his smug gloating, his lack of respect, even the sound of his voice irked you violently. You could feel it within you, the hunger you'd been distracted from rising up again to the front of your mind. It engulfed you, it drove you, you pictured it: sinking your fangs into that muscular throat of his.

He had you pinned down. Your first move was to convince him to come to you.

"P-please let me... let me kiss you-", you whimper, fluttering your lashes and mustering all of your acting ability to even attempt to appear aroused. His mind races, he thinks you're a fool. You've submitted to him, you're enjoying his force and power over you. He hasn't even removed your clothes and he's already desperate to do this to more and more people.

Your mind also screams at you. He's aroused, he's fired up, his blood is coursing through him double-time. Furthermore, he's an idiot. In a matter of seconds, he's going to lean into you, he's going to submit to the minimal charm you've had to employ, and he's going to give himself to you on a platter.

You imagine your fangs extended as they usually do, emerging as fine points, perfect for piercing skin and flesh. You picture the sensation of tasting his meat with them, delighting in the thick crimson that flows from him. But that image doesn't sit quite right with you, no. That way is far too painless. You're going to pincushion him with as many of your teeth as you can at once. Heck, you might even tear his flesh from him. You're burning with rage, and hunger, as once again that familiar scent draws closer.

Your eyes focus as the man leans above you, but not on his face. You can't help but stare, transfixed at his jugular as it pulses and throbs before you - just for you.

Bon appetite.

You shoot upwards, your maw wide and fanged like that of a striking snake. You connect with his neck, biting down on as much of him as you can fit, teeth sharpening subconsciously as you dig in. He begins to choke, his breath stuttering madly as his eyes widen, but otherwise he is frozen, shocked.

Your priorities are certainly straight now, reaching down to grab his gun firmly and throwing it somewhere towards the front of the car, out of his reach. Then, your hands come to rest on his shoulders, grabbing firmly as you pull away, watching as that stream of red flows from him. In your blackened, ravenous eyes, It resembles nothing but a heavenly waterfall.

The officer's bug-eyes, wide and once staring forward now connect with your own. If you could describe his expression, parted mouth and shocked brows, he looked as though he'd seen a ghost; his own. Your face is pale, but still as enchanting as when he'd first seen you walking along the road. Your eyes were black and lifeless, like his previous intentions, your lips were red, courtesy of his own stain. His own lifeforce flowed from him, running down his front, dripping onto your clothes.

He quickly sits up on his heels, petrified gaze still glued to you as he shakes before your bloodied form. One hand reaches up to clutch at his wound, from which his red continued to ebb, dribbling from between his pale digits. His other hand made a mad dash for his gun as he further shuffles backwards on the seat, leaking everywhere. He goes entirely still when he finally realises he no longer has his firearm.

You're in no hurry to stop the officer as he blindly gropes behind him for the door handle. He's in a desperate stupor, his eyes locked firmly on yours. You don't need to stop him at all, as he falls backwards out of the swiftly opening door, grunting in pain as he scrambles sluggishly to his feet. He's going to bleed out or pass out before he gets far enough away, and he seems almost aware of this as he established a stumbling run, his only goal being getting away from that car. He has to get away from you, from your charm. He has to escape you, you... you sick freak.

You're sick. You're disgusting. You bit him. What kind of...? What person would bite... How did you bite him so... so deep? It was so painful, he felt so... He felt like he was dying. He felt rotten. No, like he was rotting. He's sick. He's ill. He's dizzy. He can't think anymore. He doesn't want to think anymore.

He can't see the warm vital fluid painting his hands and torso, staining his legs, but he can feel it. It's viscous and sticky, and gradually dries into hardened, tacky layers as he falters, surrounded by the cold night air. New on the job, he's never been good with blood. He hates the sight of it, and wondered how he'd dispose of you without encountering too much of it. Ironic, now, his mind barely has room to think, as it seemed as though you'd be the death of him.

Leon's breath is ragged as he stumbles blindly through the dark, banging into a majority of the trees, getting bashed and bruised. The overwhelming taste of iron burns his throat as he pants and wheezes, pushing his body towards exertion. He wasn't sure anymore whether he should be more fearful at how slowly he was bleeding, like you'd purposefully missed any vital arteries. You couldn't have been human. When did humans- When did humans as sweet and helpless as you-

And then he falls. The ground was wet, coated in fallen, decaying leaves, twigs and other debris which further concealed the upturned roots of each densely-grown tree. As of such, it was unrealistic for him to believe he'd get far. He lands on his outstretched palms, head hitting the tree on which he'd stumbled, as he rolls into his back, groaning in pain. Meanwhile, you slowly make your way from his car. You pick up his flashlight from the centre-console, and follow the scent of his blood in the rough direction he went in.

He can hear you slowly and ungracefully trudging through the leaves, in pain yourself. He can still make it, he thinks, not knowing that you can see in the dark, which would make things much easier for you. If he could just get to his feet, he thinks, as he turns back, struggling to rise to his aching legs again, he could escape. Maybe, if he were just quiet too.

'Click.'

What's left of Leon's heart sinks, he recognises that sound perfectly well. He'd only heard it about 10 minutes ago when he'd cuffed you. He turns, face more pale than yours, a look of horror in him as he sees you. Your face, like a scene from a horror is illuminated freakishly by none other than his own flashlight. His blood is dry around your mouth as you lick your lips, tugging your arm toward yourself and forcing him to land against you. His body crashes into yours, but without any of the force or strength he had last time, and certainly without any resistance. His breath quickens as he wheezes in shock and collapses to his knees before you, arm raised like that of a puppet as it remains confined to you.

The sight before you certainly pleases.

He still has quite a bit of blood left in him, he certainly won't die anytime soon, but he thinks he will. This horrible, rotten man, broken and on his knees. You smile to yourself as he stares down at the ground, ashamed, petrified. He shakes, frozen and terror-stricken as his blood-loss training finally kicks in and he does his best to breathe more slowly. It's your perfect time to feed, you think, crouching down in front of him, allowing his arm to fall to his side as one of your hands cups his jaw. You gently guide him to look up at you, and obediently, he follows. His puppy-like eyes glistened with tears, begging for any hope of salvation.

He was so young, he thought to himself, before berating his own selfish thoughts. Yet something beckoned him to continue, as if delving into his mind might protect him in some way, as if it may save him. He was stupid. He wanted to try something. In a way, maybe he deserved to die, he ponders as his pleading, watery eyes grasp yours. Say he'd managed to have his way with you today, say he'd gotten away with it. Then what? He'd have continued, wouldn't he? He'd have hurt more people, he'd have stolen more lives all for himself. You were simply nipping him at the bud, and he almost welcomed it in his dizzied trance.

Leon's face softens as he looks up at you, a small warm smile brushes his quivering lips. He seems to have accepted his fate as he goes yet more limp, but still watches you, respectful and patient. You have not the foggiest of what's going on in his little monkey brain, but you feel satisfied that he seems to have learnt his lesson, and more importantly that he won't fight back. He's given up on running, he knows any attempt would be futile. Really, he's just glad he gets to die a human, rather than a monster.

As you lean in, placing a hand on his back to pull him closer, removing his hand from his neck, replacing it with your lips. You begin to drink from him, the blood flowing forth so easily you barely need to suck, only to lap it up. You hadn't noticed earlier: how ravenous you were, how good he tasted... How warm he was...

...How youthful his scent was. His blood tasted... healthy. It tasted good, maybe because he was still somewhat pure. He barely even tasted like he drunk alcohol, it was completely different to the drugged, unhealthy blood you were used to. It was addictive.

Leon gasps as he feels a particularly large wave of blood slosh down his front as you pull away, drenching the clenched hands resting in his lap all over again. He recognises what you are now, a vampire. He marvels at your sharp fangs, your glittering black eyes and your captivating smile. He concedes, the officer leaning into you once again, giving himself to you as his smile only grows. His eyes close and he tilts his head, further presenting himself to you. You adore his entirely unexpected series of responses as you sit before him, getting comfortable before pulling him in again and continuing to drain him slowly.

You feel so powerful, so strong as you revel in his taste and scent. The further he submits and gives himself to you, the more excited you become, humming softly in appreciation as you pull him closer, drinking him deeper. You could get lost in this feeling, you could kill him.

Eventually, Leon begins to sway as he falls weaker and weaker. He rests his head against you, collapsing almost as you wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him close tightly to stop him moving away. Leon has no idea why he gave in so easily to you. Perhaps, he truly had fallen for you when he first saw you, he thinks. Maybe, he knew this was what he deserved after treating you in such a horrible way. It may have been that he'd known escape was futile, but he'd like to think with the last of the dying voices in his mind that he at least knew how to accept his deserved fate.

With the last of his strength, Leon gently reaches up with his free, blood-crusted hand and places it on the back of your head. He holds you tenderly, like a loved one, and gently pulls you closer, as if guiding you to continue (not that you had stopped.) He wasn't able to see how your eyes widened at his embrace, nor was he able to sense how your heart fluttered just a little. He wanted you to continue, he wanted you to have him. Consciousness abandons Leon, his hand resting on your head for a while before falling back to the ground, as enervated as the rest of him. His blood flow slowed a little as he fell senseless, leaving you with one last soft breath and a silent apology.

It was then that you realised for good that you wouldn't be making a carcass of this man. Perhaps he had planned that, perhaps he had wanted to leave you with a silent plea, begging you, praying on any mercy you had within your inhuman self for forgiveness. You couldn't bring yourself to blame him, though, as you silently tend to his wounds, ensuring that he had just enough to live.

You leave then, making a point of keeping his cuffs... just in case you ran into him again.

Leon awakens an unknown while later in a hospital bed. The mark on his neck is sore, but he is clean and heavily bandaged.

He first remembers your face,

and then he remembers the entire encounter.

He remembers forcing you, he remembers being attacked.

And he also remembers where you live.

Guys, if any of you are even still here, I really really hope you somehow... enjoyed that??? My flow was so off with this fic?? It took days and it was so hard to write n every paragraph or 2 I paused and went like bro what am I writing??? This fic is not sexy at all it is just gruesome but I think it's cute at the end where reader spares Leon but especially where leon just gives up and kinda falls for the reader. It's sick. it's twisted. I';m sorry I didn't mean for it to get that weird. i had no idea where i was going with this and I feel like I described actions too much and emotions too little but it is what it is.

I also set it up for another part....? If any of you want that but I doubt it. LMAO. I hope someone out there was able to enjoy this. I'm not horrible i just really like the thought of bringing him to justice, I guess?

I also thought of a funny WWDITS thing while I was writing that so that's why there's a link on the drug blood text lmao.

I also wanna apologise I know nothing about anatomy please do NOT come at me thanks

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dearcat1 · 2 years

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Part 64 of Sofia

CW: discussion of abuse and suicidal tendencies

"I know Sofia more than anybody else in this world." Xanxus says and doesn't even find it amusing when Massimo jumps. "So how did my brother realize she's dangerously close to suicidal but not me?"

"To be fair to you," Massimo sighs. "She's probably been there since before you kidnapped her. But she's happier now, isn't she? Free. And she thinks so highly of you, you might as well have hung the moon, little brother."

Xanxus clicks his tongue, dropping on the chair with a pointed look at Massimo's hastily hidden paperwork. "She thinks I'm a little shit." Xanxus sits back. "Answer the question."

"Trust me, Xan. You don't want the details. All you need to know is that probably all of them are, to a degree." Massimo sits down behind his desk. "We're all keeping an eye on them." He opens the drawer, pushes the papers the rest of the way inside and closes it again. "And Sofia does think that. She also looks at you in a way most of us only hope to be looked at."

"Look like what?" Xanxus rolls his eyes. "She already told me her story, what are you hiding from me?"

"Stop fishing." Massimo admonishes. "You look at her the exact same way, you smitten little shit." The humour is still there when he straightens. "Did she? I'm glad. It's not hers in particular, however. I've been reading up on the bastard's notes. If nothing else, he documented things properly. He was fond of his girls, or he thought he was. Sofia was a solo project for a while. One he was proud of."

It earns him a grunt. "I know. Sofia keeps mentioning the other girls lately. She never says their names, only talks about them. Apparently, the bastard cried after each of them died. Tell me this much, did they do it themselves?"

"Most of them." When Xanxus only grunts, Massimo adds: "The oldest… overly enthusiastic alpha."

"Ah." Xanxus stands. "And Massimo, if you ever do something so stupid as to succed were the assassins failed, I'll never forgive you."

Massimo blinks slowly. "I am not, Xan. I was just mad at myself for missing what seemed obvious in hindsight. I wasn't looking at a mirror."

Xanxus just waves his gun warningly as he leaves. He got as much information as he was going to get out of Massimo, said his piece while at it too. Now he's off, he has a mate back home and a few pups to drive him insane.

He arrives to a nest filled only with his mate. No pups in sight. It's still a little disconcerting but it's also something more common since the fight, they had their talk and cleared the air. Xanxus hums, dropping his jacket on the couch and watching her glare up at him sleepily. "I needed to talk to Massimo."

Sofia blinks, confused for a moment before she realizes why. Then, it changes to embarrassment. "Fine." It's funny to watch because he can tell she's annoyed he took too long to come back but Sofia still feels guilty about not telling him. So she chooses to stand instead, snuggling into his arms and hiding against his chest. "It's late."

"I know." Xanxus picks her up, dropping them both on the bed. "I needed to catch him alone."

"Ok." She cuddles him closer, nuzzling him a little. "Sleep."

"Yeah." It's a little thing but this is a big part of what Xanxus had missed when the pups were always around. Sofia greeting him every night, curling into his arms and nuzzling him. It's nice, it's relaxing and she purrs, soft and pleased, sometimes a little clingy. Their instincts are different but he did ask once, he wanted to know why she likes nuzzling him so much. Sofia had glared, too self-conscious about it, so he had told her about his own instincts first. The little things she does that manage to calm him down or feel like the biggest, baddest fucker around. In the end, Sofia told him that she likes his smell because it brings her comfort but she likes nuzzling him because his attention turns to her. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he pauses to let her nuzzle him. Xanxus supposes it's true, he thinks her doing it is cute.

#fanfiction #khr #xanxus #katekyo hitman reborn #oc #sofia au #a/b/o

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Secret's Out

Summary: Request! Reid and Y/N are secretly dating, but their business doesn't stay their business for long.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence

Word Count: 2974

a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :)

Sorry this took forever! It took me a while to think of case details that I liked and then I kept rewriting parts. I think I'm finally happy with it though!

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"Spencer!" You pushed him away. "The doors could open at any moment! How are we supposed to keep this a secret if Morgan walks in on us kissing in the elevator?" You raised a brow at him.

"On average, elevators travel at a speed of 200 ft/min or about 4 seconds per floor. Being on the fifth floor means we have about 20 seconds to ourselves." He smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, until someone surprises us on floor 3." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the doors once they opened.

"I can't help it. I'm just... really happy with you." He whispered softly.

"I'm really happy too." You smiled at him. You were about to lean in when the elevator doors opened once again to reveal JJ and Emily.

"Hey guys, ready for another case?" Emily glanced between you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask any prying questions.

"Yep, let's go!" You turned quickly, walking into the round table room without so much as a glance back at the three agents by the elevator.

"What's with her?" JJ questioned.

"Said she didn't sleep well last night. Must be all the caffeine." He held his own cup off coffee up in solidarity before also walking to the round table room.

"Alright, we've got 3 dead in Billings, Montana. All three were law enforcement, and all three were found this morning around the city." You listened as Penelope introduced the details of the case.

"Could be someone who feels the police didn't do a good enough job protecting a loved one?" You threw out a theory.

"Or someone who feels wronged by the criminal justice system as a whole." Rossi added on.

"Either way, they likely won't stop until we catch them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch rose from his seat as he spoke, wasting no time in preparing for take off.

You all dispersed briefly to grab your go bags, meeting back at the SUVs to head to the jet.

Once boarded, it didn't take long for the conversation to start up again.

"When we land, L/N go to the morgue. Dave, Prentiss take the first and second crime scenes, they're only a mile apart. Morgan and Reid, check out the third scene. I'll head to the precinct with JJ."

With Hotch's instructions set, you took what little time you had left on the flight to go over the causes of death.

"Anything stand out to you on the bodies?" You asked the ME after going over the blunt force trauma and bullet wounds.

"There's tape residue and bruising on the wrists and ankles. Based on the state of bruising, they were likely held for about 3 days before they were killed."

"Thank you for your help." You shook hands, pulling out your phone to call Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, they were held for days before they were killed. How did nobody notice they were missing?" There was nothing in the reports that indicated the victims were reported missing prior to being found.

"We just found the same pattern. They all used vacation days for various reasons in the days leading up to their deaths. Meet us back at the precinct and Reid can explain the whole pattern."

"Okay, I'm leaving now." You hung up just as you reached the SUV. Throughout the drive, you couldn't stop thinking that something wasn't adding up.

The victims were taken in the same day. It didn't make sense for the unsub not to escalate. So, why aren't any officers unaccounted for?

Suddenly, a truck crashed into your SUV, sending you flying off the road. A figure dressed in black opened the door and dragged you from the car.

"Agent L/N, it's so good to see you again." A male voice spoke, but you couldn't place it.

He hit you over the head with a handgun before dragging you to his own vehicle.

"Where's L/N?" Emily questioned when her and Rossi returned from the second dumpsite.

"On her way back from the ME." Hotch answered. "Did you find anything useful?"

"They truly are dumpsites. Both bodies were found by dumpsters, sending a pretty clear message." Dave replied.

"Same for the third site." Derek added on.

"All three victims were single and took time off leading up to their death. Nobody would've notice that they were missing until it was too late." Reid supplied the final bit of information gathered.

Hotch's phone rang before anyone else could comment. The frantic sound of Garcia's nails clicking against her keyboard echoed through the phone. She was talking before anyone could greet her.

"You need to see this, check your tablets."

Confused glances were exchanged as everyone, barring Reid, opened their tablets. Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder to observe as well.

A seemingly live video that Garcia received a link to was streaming to the tablets.

A single woman sitting in a chair could be seen in the frame. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair with thick, gray tape and a bag was over her head.

"Garcia, what is this?" Hotch asked almost immediately.

"I was emailed the link just now. It's not streaming anywhere else online." Her reply came quickly, the sound of typing still filling in the silence.

"Can you trace it?" Rossi questioned.

"I'm trying, but it's being routed through multiple proxy servers."

"Did the email say anything?" Emily chimed in.

"No, it was just the link- Wait. I just got another email." She paused as the new email loaded. "It's addressed to Reid."

Every set of eyes in the room turned to Reid.

"What does it say?" He felt the nerves beginning to grow waiting for Garcia to read the words aloud.

"Dr. Reid,

I hope you remember me. What am I saying, of course you do. I've got something of yours that you might want back. You see Dr. Reid, you and your team ruined me. My family, my career, all of it, just gone. I thought I'd return the favor. A person's phone can be so informative. Tell me, does your team know about your girlfriend? I've so enjoyed getting reacquainted with her.

Happy hunting."

Spencer's face went white as he looked at Morgan's tablet again. His thoughts were racing. How did he not recognize you before? Even with the bag over your head, he should've known it was you.

"It's her." His words were barely a whisper.

"This is your girlfriend?" Morgan gestured to the screen again. Spencer could only nod in reply, his mind unable to focus on anything except you.

"Reid, listen to me. You've got to tell us everything you know about her. We'll have to split up. You can go back to Quantico with Emily and Morgan, the rest of us will stay here to work on our current case." Hotch was already devising a strategy to work both cases.

"There's no need." His words made sense to him, but sounded cryptic to the rest of the team.

"Kid, of course there is. We'll help you get her back." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively shocking him back to the present situation.

"There's no need to split up because she's here. She's in Montana." Before he could continue, everyone was asking questions.

"Give me a phone number and I'll get you a location." Garcia was already typing away again.

"Are you sure she's here?" JJ's brows furrowed. She did her best to hide the hurt of her best friend hiding his girlfriend from her, again.

"Why would she be here?" Rossi added.

"How did she get here? Maybe we can track the transportation and figure out means of abduction." Emily was the only one thinking about the case.

Like ripping off a bandaid, Spencer blurted out the truth.

"It's Y/N."

He was met with silence in the room as everyone absorbed the information.

Garcia caught up first, a sudden gasp sounding through the phone.

"So, then that's Y/N... in the video..." Her voice wavered.

As if a switch was flipped, the team was back on the case.

"Garcia, get me a list of anyone who would have a grievance with the team." Hotch ordered.

"Go through anyone who was falsely accused. Start with cases in or around Montana. He would want to keep this close to home." Rossi specified.

"We've only had one case in Montana since Y/N joined the team." Reid supplied the knowledge as it came to him. "A name, I need a name." He muttered to himself, pulling his hair as he roughly ran his hands through it and over his face. "Garcia, look into Jameson Braddock."

"Got it." She immediately began a background check, searching through case files and news articles for additional information. "i'll get back to you with locations." With that, she hung up.

"Fill us in, kid. Who is Jameson Braddock." Morgan lead Reid to a chair, gently easing him into it.

"Our last case in Montana, Emily and I went to interview a witness." Emily nodded, the memories slowly coming back to her.

"He wasn't very forthcoming, and then he tried to run." She added on.

"Exactly, except he didn't make it very fair. We arrested him, but it turned out he was only guilty of selling alcohol to minors. When word of his arrest got out, the whole town thought it was for the serial rapes and murders we were investigating even though it was never confirmed."

"By the time we corrected the media, it was too late." JJ supplied, also remembering the man.

"So, he killed three officers just to draw us out back out here?" Morgan refocused the conversation on the current case.

"It looks that way now. The media knew we were coming, so he must have as well." Emily theororized. "If he followed us from the airport, he would've seen Y/N leave by herself."

"He likely didn't know about your relationship until he abducted her and went through her phone." Hotch paced the room.

"He's flaunting his power over us." Rossi chimed in just as Hotch's phone rang again.

"Garcia, what've you got?"

"Three addresses in Billings, Montana. Jameson Braddock has been on a downward spiral since your last trip there. His entire life fell apart, like he said. Divorced, his wife moved to Nebraska with their two kids. He lost his job at the high school, and was evicted from his house when he could no longer pay the bills." She listed the information quickly.

"He has ties to three addresses. Nobody has moved into his previous house, so it's vacant. He's got a small apartment in the northern part of the city which he pays for through working odd hours at Taco Bell. Finally, he briefly worked security at a now abandoned warehouse."

"An apartment wouldn't be enough space to hold her without the chance of someone hearing. She's not there." Rossi eliminated the location as an option.

"We'll split up to cover the warehouse and the house-" Hotch began, but Reid cut him off.

"No, we shouldn't split up. She's got to be at the house. The warehouse has no connection to his previous life. He wants revenge for our perceived wrongdoing, he wouldn't make his last stand at a new location." Reid was already putting on a bullet proof vest. Despite how his mind was racing, he refused to show how afraid he was.

"You're sure?" Morgan asked, on the fence about committing to one location.

"Absolutely." With that, Reid was out the door heading for the SUVs.

"Rossi, Emily head around back. I'll take the front with Reid. JJ and Morgan, the side door." Hotch instructed the team to split up upon arrival at the house.

Reid wasted no time in approaching the house. He was confident you were inside, but he didn't know what was happening to you.

The main floor was cleared quickly. Again, the team split up to cover the upper level and the basement.

Knowing you were likely downstairs, Reid immediately started that direction, JJ and Hotch following him.

It wasn't hard for him to find you. You were still tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bag over your head.

Before anyone could stop him, Reid lowered his gun and ran to you. He gently maneuvered the bag off your head, stopping his movements only when he felt something press into his back.

"Dr. Reid. So kind of you to join us." Braddock spoke maniacally, pressing the gun against Reid's head.

"Drop your weapon." Hotch commanded, but the man only cackled in response.

'Y/N... Y/N." Reid gently shook you in an attempt to wake you up.

"She can't hear you." Braddock singsonged.

"What did you do?" Reid tried to turn to him only to feel the gun press further into his head.

"Like I said in my email, you people ruined my life. They took everything from me, so I thought I'd try to return the favor." During his short speech, Braddock shifted just enough for JJ to get a clean shot.

He fell to the ground, gun clattering across the floor.

Reid moved quickly to remove the tape binding you to the chair while Hotch called for a medic in the basement.

The entire team watched as you were wheeled into the ambulance, still unconscious, none more scared than Spencer.

"She's going to be fine, Spence." JJ tried to reassure him, nonetheless his pacing continued.

"You don't know that. We don't even know what he did to her." He had one hand anxiously running through his hair, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

Just then, a doctor emerged from behind closed doors.

"F/N L/N." She called into the waiting room, slightly taken aback when the group of agents rushed to her.

"It was touch and go for a while, but she got here just in time." It was visible to even the least qualified profiler how relieved the team felt. Their previously tense shoulders relaxed, frowns turned to small smiles, wide eyes and raised brows pinched together with joy.

"What happened?" Emily posed the question everyone was thinking.

"In short, she was drugged. It's not clear what exactly was used, but it was likely a mix of drugs that attempted to stop her heart."

"Can we see her?" Morgan spoke next, cautiously eyeing Reid.

"You may, follow me." The doctor lead them through a series of hallways to your room. "She should be waking up soon."

With that the doctor left, allowing the team to file into the room. You looked strangely peaceful for someone who almost died.

"So..." JJ glanced between you and Spencer. "Girlfriend, huh?"

His eyes went wide. Instinctively, he turned to you for help, but you were still asleep. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.

"Relax, kid." Morgan grinned. "We're happy as long as you two are happy."

Spencer smiled gratefully, looking at you with an adoring gaze. "We are happy."

"How long?' Emily gestured to your joined hands. Just before Spencer could answer, you groaned.

"I want to hear your guesses first." Your voice was raspy, but there was a clear smile on your face. "Also, what happened?"

The quickly explained the email Garcia received and the events that followed.

"Now that that's cleared up, do tell us how long you think we've been together. I know you've got a bet going." You narrowed your eyes, playfully glaring at each team member.

"4 months." Hotch begrudgingly admitted. JJ followed with 3 months, Derek and Rossi both betting 10 weeks, and Emily going with 6 weeks.

"Ha, you're all wrong." You smiled triumphantly, leaning closer to Spencer.

"Wait, we haven't heard from Garcia." Derek smirked as he rung her on speaker phone.

"Oh, my beautiful crime fighters. Y/N, are you okay?" Your smile widened at the concern in her voice.

"I am indeed, but I have a very important question for you." You glanced as Spencer briefly before continuing. "How long do you think Spence and I have been together?"

"Oh, I know this one!" Her excitement caught everyone but you off guard. "7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days."

Spencer's jaw dropped as he stuttered out, "that's exactly right..."

"How'd you figure it out?" The group of profilers wore matching expressions of surprise as Penelope explained.

"Well, we had just finished testifying in the Bigelow trial. The whole team went out for drinks, and I could just see it in Y/N's eyes the next day that something wonderful happened. At first I just thought that she got some, but then I saw her and the good doctor in the kitchen getting coffee and I knew." Penelope's voice held a mixture of smugness and pure excitement.

"Babygirl, you didn't tell me?" Derek sounded genuinely offended.

"Y/N asked me not to." Even though you couldn't see her, you knew she punctuated the statement with a shrug.

"You knew, she knew?" Spencer turned to you in shock.

You nodded. "I could see it on her face the second I walked out of the kitchen. But she promised not to tell, so I didn't either."

"The two of you, thick as thieves." Rossi lamented.

"I love you so much." Spencer whispered into your ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

"I love you too." You whispered right back.

"Honestly, I'm glad the secret's out." You smiled at Spencer before looking at the rest of the team. "Although, I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped to tell you."

You spent a few more hours in the hospital before being cleared to go back to the hotel.

The next morning, you smiled to yourself as you were finally able to cuddle with Spencer during the flight home.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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OHSHC: Mitsukuni (Honey) x Fem!Reader Fluff

A/N: Okay so this was something I wrote WAY back in 2013 when I was obsessed with Ouran Highschool Host Club. So I did make a bunch of revisions (like fixing typos and changing up some of the events that occur).

But if you wanna read the original check it out on my DeviantArt!

Welp, hope ya'll enjoy this!

It was a lovely Friday afternoon. School was out and most students were eager to go home.

But you, on the other hand, decided to visit the Host Club for a few hours. You always looked forward going to it everyday after school, though not just because you desperately wanted to be swooned by handsome men.

You just liked to observe the hosts indulging in their element, be it Tamaki’s flamboyant acts or the Hitachiin twins’ performances. All the while, you drank tea and ate delicious pastries whilst chatting with other ladies who babbled about their crushes.

Most had their eyes on Tamaki, for obvious reasons, but for you there was a different host that stole your heart every time, without fail:

Mitsukuni, or “Honey” as everyone liked to call him.

You did have a slight crush on him, considering you both shared classes and hung-out quite often on the weekends. But even after all the years you’ve known him, you never actually acted on this crush, not wanting to take away his duties as a host.

Besides he might treat you extra “sweetly”, but you assumed he was like this with all the other girls.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Honey didn't see you the same way as he saw them. To him you weren't just another visitor to entertain.

He saw you as something, well, more.

........

'Okay this wasn't...what I expected. But I guess I'll have to stay for a little while longer..' You sighed as you looked down at the blonde who was now laying on your lap.

Honey must've had a sugar crash, since he fell asleep on the same sofa you so-happened to be on, even though the club meeting had ended fifteen minutes ago.

'Poor guy must be tired, running around and entertaining..he deserves at least this.' Relaxing back against the sofa, you gently stroked his hair with one hand, and kept Usa-chan wrapped around your free arm. You were sure he wouldn't mind it, given that he's let you hold it before.

All the while, you hummed a gentle song, taking note of the tiny smile that adorned his sleeping face. You knew very well that you shouldn't move, but you didn't mind it.

Being able to get this close to him made it worthwhile.

Haruhi, Mori, and Kyoya would glance over every so often while they were cleaning up, smiling at the scene. Meanwhile, Tamaki and the twins were hiding behind a nearby couch, looking at you with comically-wide eyes. They wondered how you've managed to not wake up Honey at all, and how you were so calm.

You looked over and gave them a bemused smile, waving politely. Honestly you didn't know what their deal was. They were staring at you like you were about to invoke the wrath of god.

Or in this case the wrath of the loli-shota.

"H-How does [y/n] do that?" The frenchman stammered as he gazed at the twins.

""It must be Nekozawa's sleeping magic. Maybe she's in cahoots with him."" The brothers replied, trembling too.

"You guys are acting insane." Haruhi sighed as she walked past the three with a porcelain tray in her hands. "She’s known Honey-senpai for years, so..it's obvious they're close. Doesn’t take a genius to know why she’s not afraid of him.”

"But why does she keep choosing him every time she visits?!! A-Am I somehow unworthy?!!" Tamaki cried out, already tearing up. "It makes no sense!! Mommy!! What do you make of this?!!" He swung his head to the already-annoyed Kyoya.

"Tamaki..our job here at the club is to make every girl happy, right? That includes Miss [L/n]-"

"B-But-But..she could at least give me a cha--!!"

"If you'll let me finish..." The black-haired male huffed. "Like every girl here, she has the right to choose whichever host she desires. You don't get to make that decision for her. So I suggest you keep it down, lest you wake up Honey-senpai." Fixing his glasses, he turned back to his laptop, ending the conversation.

Tamaki pouted in defeat and got up from his hiding spot. The twins followed him to where you sat and crouched down, now more curious than fearful.

"Gentlemen." You sighed quietly, waiting for them to get to the point so they could leave you alone.

"How are you able to keep so calm??" Hikaru hissed.

"We told you how he acts when his nap is disturbed.” Kaoru added. “You’re taking a big risk-”

“You’re overreacting a bit.” Finding it hard not to chuckle at their bewildered expressions, you kept your gaze on Honey instead. "I see no reason to be terrified of him waking up from a nap. People get cranky after naps all the time. But they eventually get over it, don't they?"

Then you glanced back up at the three, smiling reassuringly. "I do believe that little “horror story” you told me. But don't worry, if anything happens I'll protect you guys, okay? Nothing bad will happen to anyone here...especially not Honey.” You patted the sleeping blonde’s head.

The twins were relieved--moved, even--by your response, but Tamaki on the other hand seemed a bit freaked out by your promise to protect them. He tried grabbing your shoulders to yell about how “guys should protect girls, not the other way around”, though the duo managed to restrain him.

"B-Boss!! Cut it out!"

"You're gonna wake him!!!"

Unfortunately, the commotion they were making was exactly what stirred Honey from his rest. The three hosts immediately retreated back to their hiding place, expecting their fellow club member to awaken in rage.

But all he did was open his eyes and rub them tiredly.

"Morning, Hon." You chuckled, ruffling his hair lightly.

As he realized you were still in the same spot as before, he smiled up at you. "Did I really sleep all night, [y/n]-chan?"

"No, only for a little while." You allowed him to sit up, and you handed him Usa-chan. "Have any good dreams?"

"Hmm..yeah, I did." Honey took his rabbit plushie, legs swinging as he tried to recall the details. "I..we were at a fair with lots of cake and ice cream! Then I...o-on the ferris wheel I might've..." He hugged the rabbit closer, to the point of hiding his blushing face.

You tilted your head in curiosity. "Might've what?"

"A-Asked you out and..and k-kissed you."

His response stunned you, and you could feel your heart skip several beats. In truth you've had similar dreams, although you never did get to the kissing part--instead you'd wake up with disappointment, never knowing if he accepted your confession.

"You know I dreamed of that, too. But..I never knew what your answer would be." You sighed despondently. "No matter how much I try to fall back asleep..I can't finish that dream. It's a shame.."

He shyly looked up at you, and he set down Usa-chan before taking your hands into his own. You gazed at him with surprise, wondering what he was going to do. "Honey? What-?"

His face inched closer to yours, and before you knew it, he kissed you perfectly on the lips.

Yep! Right here and right now he was kissing you!

The kiss tasted sweet, much like his personality and all those desserts he's had throughout the day. And you were in shock that this was really happening, but you smiled into the kiss, wanting to return it before he got the wrong idea.

When you both broke apart, Honey's eyes were large and tearful. But they were happy tears. "Y-You really do like me? But..I-I thought...I was too-"

"Honey, there's nothing about you that I don't love." You chuckled. "You're a good-hearted, smart, strong, and kind man. And that's all I could ever ask for. We've been great friends for a while and...the fact we share the same dreams must mean something."

"Something like...u-us being a couple, right?"

"Exactly, and right now..I wanna make those dreams a reality. Will you help me make them so?"

He was so overjoyed that he embraced you tightly, nearly crushing your spine. But you hugged him back, resting your chin on top of his head. You could feel his vigorous nod and knew that this is what he wanted for so long.

Of course he was probably still worried about his position as a host, so you looked to the others in question. "A-Ah..I meant to ask-"

"I see no issue with this," Kyoka smiled lightly. "I trust that this newly-blossoming relationship will not interfere with club activities."

""We knew you two were gonna get together eventually."" The twins spoke in unison once more, although they were just glad that Honey didn't snap at anyone this time.

Haruhi and Mori only flashed smiles at you two, the latter happy about his cousin finally confessing to the one he loved. He’s known about it longer than anyone at the club.

Once you let go of Honey, he jumped up and grabbed your hands, pulling you to your feet. "Takashi!! Can [y/n] come over for the weekend??"

"Sure, why not?" The tall male nodded.

"Yaaaay--huh? Tama-chan?" Honey blinked as he noticed the only one who didn't react positively was the club leader himself, who was sulking in the corner. "Aren't you gonna say anything?"

"Yes..I'd say we're all done here," he sighed in an exasperated tone. "If [y/n]'s happiness lies with Honey-senpai then...that's how it is, I guess. The host club is dismissed. You’re all free to leave now."

Of course, that wasn't the kind of send-off anyone expected. But the other hosts left, figuring Tamaki would eventually get over it. Though you told Honey to wait outside for a moment, not wanting to end this day on a sour note.

You reentered the now empty music room, seeing the princely-type staring out the window solemnly. Part of you felt guilty for not spending more time with him, even though he was often a nuisance trying to steal your attention.

"Hey, Tamaki-senpai..I have a feeling I somehow offended you by choosing Honey over you. And I'm sorry-"

"Nonsense." He glanced back at you, the brightness returning to his violet eyes. "I'm so obsessed with trying to charm every lady that it turned me into a blind fool. Until now I never realized that, in the end, it's what makes you happy, not me. I won't get in the way of your relationship with Honey-senpai. Cross my heart."

He made a gesture to seal that promise, smiling softly. "I mean it. I'm very happy for you two and I wish you all the best."

Knowing that he wasn't angry or upset anymore, you smiled and rewarded the "king" with a peck on the cheek. He gasped lightly and stared at you, touching the spot where you kissed him.

"Thank you. It's because of you and this club that I got to know Honey even more so...I owe you at least this. Have a good weekend." You winked before you turned on your heel and ran after your new boyfriend, leaving an incredibly flustered Tamaki alone in the room.

'Ahaha..her heart may belong to another, but she took the time to repair mine.’

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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Little Green Men

a little 4/20 adjacent ficlet because I can't help myself

modern au - pre relationship but definitely soft

tw: Jaskier is high

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Geralt glances up when he hears Jaskier come tumbling through the front door. His heeled, rhinestone studded ankle boots clack quietly across the floor as he makes his unsteady way from the coat closet to the living room, where Geralt is sitting on the couch watching X-Files with a half-eaten bag of gummy worms in his lap. The younger man peers around the corner; his eyes are bleary and red-rimmed but his gaze is fond and his smile is wide. It's Geralt's private opinino that the official dictionary definition of mirth should include a high-resolution, full-color photograph of Jaskier smiling.

The music theory student waves excitedly, as if his best friend and roommate isn't sitting merely a few feet away. "Geralt, my darling, how lovely that you're still awake!"

"You hung out with Yenn and Priss for four-twenty, didn't you?"

"Mmhmmmmm," Jaskier hums. He follows the hum with a quiet, sweet little giggle that does something absolutely stupid to Geralt's heart. "And I'm... fucked up, buttercup."

"Hmm. I can tell."

"Geralt," Jaskier pouts, swaying a little in place. "It was chilly on my walk back home and my feet hurt and I'm sleepy. Let me snuggle you a little bit to warm up? Pretty please, dear heart?"

It isn't fair. Jaskier knows how much Geralt loves that pet name. The name Jaskier saves only for Geralt, for these moments when they're all alone and the rest of the world seems so inconsequential.

"Jaskier," the older student frowns, gut stirring uncomfortably when he realizes again just how much his feelings for Jaskier have changed since they first became friends, "You're not in your right mind. You should go change into pajamas and sleep off your... adventure."

"You're no fun," Jaskier replies, sticking his tongue out. He spins on his heel and marches off toward his bedroom, heels clicking and clacking as he walks. Geralt hears him muttering under his breath: "Stupid thick-skulled history majors and their broody nonsense. I can't believe I-"

The flow of words is cut off when Jaskier slams his bedroom door shut behind him. Geralt sighs and sinks further into the couch, guilty and ashamed of his behavior just a moment ago. Jaskier only wanted someone to be close with; he was the sort of creature that needed the warmth of other people to survive.

Geralt could be happy to live in a little hut in the middle of nowhere, Shrek-style, and never see the civilization again.

Jaskier would go bonkers without someone else to talk to/at/with. Geralt knows already that he's willing to be that person for now and forever.

But that's not the issue at hand. No, the issue is Geralt's apparently never-ending stupidity. He stands and stretches before making his way down the hall. He pauses in front of Jaskier's room and takes a deep breath. Then he knocks. "Jaskier?"

From inside comes a muffled: "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry for being snippy, Jaskier. Do you still want to snuggle?"

A brief pause. Some shuffling. Then: "Are you watching a scary episode?"

"You think every episode of the X-Files is scary," Geralt replies, the smile obvious in his tone. Jaskier's door opens to reveal the younger man's mussed brown hair and half-lidded eyes. He's wearing one of Geralt's old Kaer Morhen High School t-shirts (a detail that only speeds the pace of Geralt's already racing heart) and loose cotton pajama bottoms in a pale shade of pink. Geralt takes another, deeper breath before continuing. "If you really want to snuggle and warm up with me, I have plenty of gummy worms and room on the couch and, just to prove that I am truly sorry, I will hide your face during the scary parts."

"My hero!" Jaskier declares, leaping forward to throw his arms around Geralt's neck. The history major allows his hands to rest on Jaskier's slender hips for a moment before he pulls away. He takes the brunette by the hand and leads him back to the living room, navigating him between piles of laundry and various displaced pillows. Geralt wraps a fuzzy pumpkin-print blanket around Jaskier's shoulders and pulls him down onto the couch, tucked closely against the larger man's side. Geralt tries to hide his giddiness when Jaskier wiggles his way under Geralt's arm and presses one side of his face into the patch of shirt over Geralt's collarbone, "Now I know I'm safe from the aliens."

"I wouldn't even let them get close enough to touch you," Geralt asserts. He clamps his mouth shut as the words have left it, the pinkening of his cheeks mostly hidden by the dim light from the television. If Jaskier notices he doesn't say anything; instead he lays his head against Geralt's shoulder, still smiling broadly and hazy-eyed.

"I know you wouldn't let me come to any harm. You're too strong and fast and brave," the music student sighs wistfully. "I can always count on you to protect me and help me when I'm feeling down, Geralt. You're so fucking kind. Your heart is enormous and so full of love for the world, even when the world is unfairly shitty to you. That's why I love you so much, you know. Your big fuckin' heart."

"Hmm. Not my butt?"

"No, but your butt is definitely an added bonus. I could watch you walk up and down stairs all day long and never get bored."

Geralt chuckles quietly. He places a feather-light kiss to the top of Jaskier's nest of messy brown hair. The music student relaxes his entire body against Geralt's, letting himself be held steady by the older student.

The X-Files plays on but neither man is really paying that much attention, too content to be close with the other. Too unwilling to let the moment pass unnoticed, unobserved, unmemorized.

They won't admit their feelings to each other for a little while yet but this... this is the beginning of something beautiful.

#geraskier #geraskier fluff #pre relationship #getting together ish #oh my god they were roommates #4/20 nonsense #weed mention #geraskier stoner au #stoner jaskier #history major geralt #music theory major jaskier #college au #geraskier college au #geraskier modern au #the x-files are a fuckin' mood rn

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A Real Date

[Ava Starr x Female!Reader]

Summary: You and Ava trying a dinner date that goes very wrong (just kidding it's actually fine).

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Word count: 1.8k words

Warning(s): 13+ | no-snap au, post-Ant Man and the Wasp, swearing, internalized homophobia(?), I think I’m working through something here this might be a little personal (sorry in advance), past relationship angst, presumed past of dating multiple genders but there is no definitive sexuality established for reader in the present, this was going to be something else but the story took over and I had to roll with it.

Author's note: no-snap au, post-Ant Man and the Wasp. I’m sorry I do not edit anymore, it only serves to stand in my way. This is part 3 of Ava Starr series beginning with Strawberry Soda. Art by Artmilla on DeviantArt (correct me if I’m wrong please)

It's important to note that not everything you see in media is the hegemonic truth. Take sapphic dating rituals for example: in media it’s a constant joke about how fast people move in together and own pets and plants like they were soulmates and always meant to be together. Which is nice to see– it’s not meant to be a cruel joke– but it does paint a picture of perfection. It doesn’t explicitly state whether your future wife is your first or fiftieth girlfriend but it sure as shit might lead you to believe every girl might be your last.

Real people don’t work that way. Real people have different interests, different lives, different traumas, different styles and needs. Every relationship is new and it has to be done deliberately and with care for what you and your partner want. So when you think about your relationship with Ava you can’t help but feel a little guilty.

Ava seems to like to take things slow. Your relationship prioritizes quality time over physical touch which you're fine with, but you can’t help it if you compare the details to other people you’ve dated. You’ve known each other for three months and in every other relationship by this time, you and your previous partners had hit a ton of milestones that you and Ava had just… not. So when you bring up the prospect of a ‘real date’ to Ava one night while cooking pasta in your kitchen, Ava chuckles.

“And what exactly constitutes as a ‘real date?’”

The television is playing some daytime television game show and the volume’s on low. You pass her the salt and take a swig from your beer with a shrug. Already you feel silly for bringing it up.

“Dinner. A movie. Sometimes both, I guess,” you say, flustered.

Ava raises an eyebrow at the softening bowtie noodles in the pot. “We’re having dinner right now…? Name one time we haven’t come back to your place to watch a movie.”

“The time the power went out and we played jenga by candlelight. But I– I mean like a date outside of the house.”

“We go to out to parks, the antique mall, lunch, the arcade–”

“Well, yeah I guess you’re right I just don’t know I still feel like–”

“Again, how is any of it different from a ‘real date?’”

“I don’t know! Just… just forget it.” you’re trying not to be bitter about it but you don’t even know what you mean so how could you explain it?

Ava calls your name softly and you already feel hot shame lick up your neck when you see her face. “I didn’t mean it like that, I– I just don’t think I understand what you mean and I want to! Honestly…”

You sigh and lean closer to her, careful not to touch but you want her to know you’re not mad. “No, I’m sorry. I just… I’ve been stuck on it for a week but I can’t seem to figure out why. Everything you’re saying I agree with but there’s still this nagging voice in my head telling me it’s not fair or I’m doing it wrong but I don’t know what it even is and I–”

You collapse onto the kitchen floor breathless. What the fuck were you even saying? Why was this bothering you so much? What ‘s different about this relationship than any other relationship you’ve already had? Your eyes are darting back and forth and your head is a million miles away. You keep talking as if saying it out loud will make your impulsive and intrusive thoughts and motivations clearer to you.

“It’s out of order. No, it’s not but it’s… with Jordan and Becky and Hal, I went on three dates before it felt normal. We did the traditional getting to know you stuff. Damien and Palavi were straight physical– not traditional at all but that still felt good enough somehow. And– and it’s not that I don’t believe what we have isn’t real, I just–

“Fuck, I don’t know! It feels a little like my relationship with Kat.” You can’t believe it but then the words were out there. You had never told anybody about Kat– Ava was still learning about the rest of them– but the instant those words left your mouth you regretted them. Ava was not Kat.

For instance, Ava slipped down to sit beside you on the floor– Kat would never lower herself to meet your eye. Ava looked at you and she saw you– Kat chose to ignore your feelings whenever it became more convenient to do so. Kat made you feel special and yet not special enough– OK maybe they shared a little bit of that. A tiny, micro piece of that.

“What was Kat like?” She said the words softly and without an ounce of jealousy.

You gather your mind with a deep breath. “Dating Kat was like being strapped to a rocket. It was like being a part of something bigger and stronger than me. Being with her made me feel inconsequential and sometimes I liked that, but then… then I realized I was just a dirty little secret. Kat liked me because I was convenient to her, not because she actually cared about me.

“When we talked or hung out, it had to be on her terms. No public, no friends or family, no social media. No one was allowed to know. She passed it off as just wanting me for herself but after she dumped me for something better I realized she never saw me as her equal. And it just… I was already in a dark place and that place just kind of got a whole lot darker after that. I felt especially not special.”

You lean back and rest your head on the cabinet under the sink. “I know that’s not you. Maybe I’m just tired of feeling like I have to hide a part of myself. I did a lot of stupid things in the public eye with Palavi, maybe part of that was because I was proud of who I am and I wanted everyone to know it?”

“I think I care too much about what other people think of me,” you said closing your eyes.

You didn’t expect to feel Ava lean her head against your shoulder but you don’t pull away. God, you could never pull away even as you worry she may be causing herself harm just to comfort you and your rambling. Her hair tickles a bit and smells like strawberries and lavender.

Ava lifted her head after a moment. “Let’s go on a real date then.”

Why the fuck were you so nervous? This was your idea! You had trouble picking a restaurant and picking a day and picking your clothes out and picking where to sit. So many choices with so much meaning or none at all. You just need this to be perfect because you hoped maybe this is what you need to stop that nagging in your head.

You made the call to meet each other there. You made the suggestion that it had to be somewhere nice– as in get dressed up nice. And darling, sweet, patient Ava let you have the control you so desperately needed. She offered suggestions here and there, and it helped you narrow everything down to a science. You feel a little self conscious sitting by yourself in your get up but you knew she'd be there on time.

It's just a matter of whether or not you could sit still for five more minutes.

You hold the cloth napkin in your palms to try and soak up the sweat. Forcing yourself to sit unnaturally still and you haven't touched your wine because you just know you'll get it everywhere somehow. Your eyes trace over the table to stop yourself from meeting the eyes of other patrons. Do nothing, wait it out.

Ava is stunning and you don't know she's there until the wait staff places the dinner menus in front of you. So much for pulling out her chair like you wanted to– but she's here and you break out into a big smile.

"You look amazing," you tell her.

Ava smiles and takes a sip of the rosé you ordered. The dim lighting in the room seems to soften the contours of her face but never the sharpness of her bright eyes. Something blossoms inside you and you feel it– that thing that's been bothering you like a knot in your stomach turns into a seed and its flowering now. This is your girlfriend. Not your friend who is a girl– your significant other. She's important to you and she has decided that she feels the same way about you.

You feel your body unwind, reaching across the table like you might touch her hand then stop an inch from her empty plate. She watches you curiously but without fear. After a beat, it's Ava who finishes the contact. She slips her hand into yours and you are delighted to discover she's not a corporeal being you've convinced yourself is real. Her skin is a little dry around the palm and she has calluses you never knew were there and she's real and this is happening.

You resist the urge to squeeze her fingers. Let her lead. Trust her to move away if she experiences any pain. She looks away from you with a flustered face you've never seen her wear and takes another draft of her wine.

"This is nice," she says softly.

You eat off each others' plates and you laugh together, and if anyone's watching you wouldn't know because for once you couldn't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks. You're with your person, for now or forever doesn't matter because she's letting you hold her hand and talk about a play you want to take her to on Saturday. Your heart flutters in your chest the whole way home and it’s not until you’re standing at your front door does her hand finally slip from yours. The feeling lingers though and your face hurts from smiling.

“This everything you wanted,” she asked.

“Yes,” you reply, “yes it was. Thank you for indulging me, it’s exactly what I needed.”

“I enjoyed it too.” She steps closer, seemingly reluctant to leave just yet. “We’re still going to see Rocky Horror Picture Show, right?”

“Absolutely,” you beam, “trust me, you’re gonna love it, it’s wild.” You blow her a kiss to send her on her way and spend the next hour giggling to yourself until you finally pass out from exhaustion.

#three bees writing #ava starr #ava starr x female reader #just girls being girlfriends #I'll make a masterlist for this soon I just want like two more fics

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prey-to-go · 3 years

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Can you write a fic where Peter is telling tony about a bad experience with a costumer and tony noms him to make him feel better?

(Of course!!!))

Peter knew he shouldn't get used to the literally pampering Tony would provide with their session. The demon didn't immediately demand to eat him. It was nice being able to talk about his day while sitting on a counter. It was even better when Tony would feed him little snacks.

He did have to admit he was surprised when he got booked by someone else but money was money and he was sure it wouldn't be that bad.

Oh how wrong he was. The whole experience had been awful, just the carelessness of the predator and the bruises left behind, the whole no choice in anything made him nearly break down again.

Peter rubs his eyes quickly as the elevator brought him up to the penthouse level. He didnt need to cry in front of Tony again. The first time had been shitty enough.

The doors opened and he nervously stepped out. He knew he had nothing to be afraid of with Tony considering the demon was just so gentle with him, however last night's order was burned into his mind.

Having said that he couldn't stop the whimper and the desperate scramble back to the elevator when Tony stepped in front of him.

"Peter?" Tony murmurs soflty. Peter tried not to flinch when the demon got down on the floor more towards his level. The demon only said one word but god the question of 'Are you alright' hung in the air like a thick fog.

"M-m sorry I just...I." Peter grimaces when tears start pooling yet again. Something about Tony just made it near impossible to lie or hold any emotion back.

He flinches when the demon carefully picked him up, both hands cradling him like he was a precious jewel. It always amazed him at how gentle Tony truly could be.

"Oh kid." Tony practically crooned out. Peter sniffles, trying to keep the tears at bay which wasnt exactly working. He leaned closer to the demon, a silent plea for affection.

His plea didnt go unanswered either, gentle hands cradling him close to the solid mass of the demons chest. While Tony didnt usually have a heart beat Peter could hear it right now, a steady lull of thumping.

"What happened?"

That broke the dam Peter sobbing hysterically. He blubbered out the whole story about how the pred was careless, left bruises, and every single detail that made him terrified of the demon right now.

Tony listened to it all not saying anything but crooning softly at times and gently rubbing his back. Peter all but melted into the touches craving the comfort. He couldn't exactly go to his Aunt with this, he didn't want to tell her after all.

"Feel better?" Tony asks once Peter had cried himself out. The kid nods sighing shakily. It was embarrassing how many times he had cried infront of the demon at this point.

It was silent for a moment until a impatient growls came from the demons middle. Peter couldn't emotionally bring himself to care and while there was that brief feeling of panic it was squashed away when Tony shushed him softly.

"I'll order someone else kid, do you want to go home?" Tony asks. He hated when Peter god distraught it made him feel guilty and down right protective over the small thing.

"N-no! No! I'm alright- I really am Mr.Stark." Peter stutters out. He didnt want to inconvince the demon anymore than he already had. He flinches when he was moved away from Tony's chest, staring up at the large face.

"Are you sure? You have a choice kiddo."

That just made Peter feel even more guilty. He was suppose to be doing his job and yet here he was sobbing to a customer about his problems. He wipes his face to get rid of any stray tears and nods.

"Yes! I'm fine- I just..please be careful and-and I might be a little flighty cause ya know I didnt really have time to adjust with the other guy which scared me a lot- I mean not like you wo-" Tony cut off his ramble by gently tapping his head. He looks wide eyed up at the demon, half expecting to be shoved into his mouth.

"I'll go slow and be careful kid."

Peter didnt realize how much reassurance that simple little sentence could hold, but there it was. He nods and squeezes his eyes shut, tensing up when warm breath washed over him.

"I'm going to start now kid, just relax alright?"

Peter nodded again, swallowing nervously. He wasnt going to look- he didnt want to see. He froze when he felt Tony slipping him inside, his hair and suit dampening as salvia pooled around him. He let a small whimper out, everything around him going still.

"I-im fine." He manages to choke out, flinching when the tongue twitched under him mindlessly. Nothing happened for a bit, fingers firmly holding his legs as the demon swallowed the pooling saliva but not him.

He slowly started relaxing, hesitantly opening his eyes to look around. It wasnt as scary as he thought it would be. He imagined the sharp teeth looking more threatening up close but something about it being Tony made it oddly comforting.

"I'm fine." He echos a bit more confidently. This was Tony not some random pred who didnt care about him. The demon actually cared about him.

Everything started to move after that, the tongue gently lapping at him, soaking him even more than before. He couldnt help the small nervous giggle as it pushed over him.

He tenses a bit when everything moved, his face sliding back further towards the demons throat. He wanted to be terrfied to cry or back out but the overwhelming feeling of safety kept slipping into his mind.

There wasnt much time to contemplate if he really wanted to back out considering the demon swallowed thickly, his torso slipping with ease into throat. It still baffled him at how easily predators could just swallow someone.

There was a slight pause then Tony guiding his lower half more into his mouth, another swallow pulling him deeper into the demon.

He winces at the tightness surrounding him but it didnt last long before he was spilling into the stomach. A sigh of content coming from Tony, Peter quickly moving around to get comfortable, squeaking when a wall squished into him.

"You doing alright?"

Peter nods quickly flushing with embaressment when he forgot that Tony coudlnt exactly see him.

"I-im fine I...thanks for ah..not being a jerk Mr.Stark." He says shyly. He squeaks again when the weight pressed into him in a circle motion. It never ceased to surpise him that Mr.Stark knew exactly where he was and how to keep him grounded.

"Why would I be a jerk to my favorite little snack?" It was a teasing tone but the sentiment still made Peter warm inside. He wished all customers were like Tony. He let a small laugh out, hesitnelty leaning into the wall.

"I'm not a snack Mr.Stark!" He says with a grin. All his fears fading away as the rubbing continued. He coudlnt believe that all his fears could melt away like this.

"Mmhm sure."

The rumbling of Tony speaking was weird but oddly a bit of a comfort. It was jsut strange knowing that he was completely surrounded by the demon. Nothing could get him here.

"I'm not!" Peter argues back with a small smile, leaning into the stomach wall. It squished around him cradling him with ease. Stomachs had no business being this comfortbale. He would never be able to find a couch this plush in his life and that wasn't fair.

"You're my little petey pie, a perfect little snack." Tony croons soflty. Peter giggling slightly. The demon always knew how to cheer him up.

Peter didnt know it yet but Tony was booking him for any day he worked, regardless if he'd be able to swallow the kid down or not. If worst came to worst Pepper could babysit for a bit.

After all Peter was Tony's snack.

#marvel vore #avengers vore #prey to go au #demon tony

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inkstainedfanfics · 5 years

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Okay here are some prompts for Theseus 1)“You know, I always imagined you’d be a little happier whenever I imagined this moment.” 16)“I’m here to cash in that favor.” 37)“I need you.” Don't all have to be together but I feel like they work for Theseus :)

He appears in your office door without a sound. Arms on theedges, long frame blocking the way in or out, he leans there for a moment,watching you work, waiting for you to notice him, but you simply continuehumming as you sort through papers, utterly unaware of his presence until hetalks.

“I could be here to kill you, you know.”

You snap to attention at this, reaching for your wand beforerealizing it’s Theseus. Once you do, you relax. “Are you?”

“Fortunately for you, no.”

“A shame. It would save me all this paperwork.”

He laughs, the warm sound filling your small office. “Paperwork’sgetting to you? Funny, I thought you’d just put all that administrative stuffon your assistant.”

You sigh and lean away from the seven separate piles ofpapers cluttering up your tiny desk. There’s barely enough room to move withoutrisking a stack tumbling down and onto the oak floorboards. “Protocol says I’msupposed to do it all. Which isn’t fun, I’ll give you that. But,” your smile turnsmischievous as you flick your wrist, “protocol also says you should’vescheduled a meeting.” Your calendar swings off the wall and flaps over to Theseus,coming to rest right in front of his face. “And you didn’t.”

Theseus raises an eyebrow as he leans around the floatingcalendar. “Oh, so I need an appointment to meet with my best friend now? Allhigh and mighty in your new office?”

You shrug. “Protocol.”

Theseus’s hands drop from the doorway as he strolls in,smile growing as he bats the calendar away. “Protocol? Since when have youcared for that?”

A beat passes as you watch him stroll into your office. “Sinceit saved my life.”

“If I remember correctly, it was me who saved your life. Notprotocol.”

“You were following protocol.”

“No,” Theseus says as he falls into the seat across fromyou, “what I followed were my instincts. Which are, funnily enough, perfect.Gonna eat this?”

You shake your head as he swipes the apple left over fromlunch off your desk. “All yours.”

He takes a giant bite of the apple, then talks as he chews. “ButI’m not here to remind you of my brave, daring deeds in pulling you from danger.”

You raise your eyebrows. “No? Because that sure feels likeit’s what you’re doing. Just bragging.”

“Brag? Me? Never. But I do need something from you.”

“Ah, and there we go. The real reason you show up.”

“Hear me out. I’m cashing in that favor you owe me.”

“For saving my life.”

“For saving your life.”

You suck in a breath and study him, then let it out beforesaying, “I’m going to regret this, but what do you want?”

“Well,” he says as he takes another bite from the apple, “I washoping you’d accompany me somewhere.”

“Too scared to go in the field all alone, Scamander?”

He swallows the bite of apple and grins. “Hardly. But I ama bit worried about showing up to my little brother’s wedding alone.”

This gives you pause, and you stare at him, suspicious and,admittedly, a bit surprised. “Are you seriously inviting me to be your date toa personal event?”

“Yep.” He flips the apple in the air, and for the first timesince you’d met him, he won’t look you in the eyes. “So? What do you say?”

You blink, considering. Is this what you want? JoiningScamander, your partner of five years and best friend of four, at such apersonal event? You’d hung out plenty outside of work, knew everything aboutone another, but you’d never met each other’s families, and you’re not certainif you want to start or not.

So, you do the first thing you can think of: Stall. “Well, first:You’re breaking about a million different protocols right now.”

Theseus waves his hand, snorting at the thought. “I’ll takemy chances with Langsley’s wrath.”

“Good luck with that.”

“And second?” He asks, flipping the apple again.

You let him stew for a moment, worry clear as he continuesto toss the apple up over and over.

“Second,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest as youlean back in your chair, “sure, but you’ll owe me for this.”

Theseus lets out a deep breath. A bright smile quicklyfollows. “Even though this is you paying me back for saving yourlife?”

“This is asking way more of a person than just tacklingsomeone.”

Theseus’s grin widens. “Fair. Fine, I’ll owe you for this. I’lltake you to your favorite restaurant.”

“And do all my paperwork for a week.”

He eyes the stacks. “What about protocol?”

You look at the stacks of paper that seem to grow every day.“I’m sick of protocol.”

Theseus laughs at this, and you can’t help your own smile atthe charming sound. “Fine. Dinner and paperwork. How romantic.”

This stops you. “Well, I’m not asking for romantic.”

Theseus, though, is already standing, his grin wide as heheads for the door. “Perfect. Glad we got that all sorted out.”

He’s out the door as you start from your seat. “Oh, also,”he says, popping back around the corner, hair messy, rubbing his forehead andlooking guilty, “I may or may not have told my mum we’re seeing each other.”

“Wait, what?”

“Sorry. I’ll give you the details on the wedding later. Bye!”

“Theseus. Theseus!” You shout after him, but he’s alreadygone. Chair screeching as you jump to your feet, you rush to the door, intenton tracking him down and clearing this up. “Theseus Scamander, don’t you dare—”

Your words are eaten as a stack of contracts piled haphazardlyon the edge of your desk sways then falls, papers filling the air.

You pay them little mind as you slam your door shut behindyou and rush after Theseus, fully intent on clearing up what exactly you’ve agreedto.

#theseus scamander #theseus x reader #theseus scamander imagine #theseus scamander one shot #fbawtft #fbawtft fic #fluff #this took like a million years to get back to you but i hope you like it #requested #drabble #drabble night

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always5hineee · 4 years

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Depreciation- Chapter 9: Reader Insert

Chapter warnings: Intense or adult themes

Word count: 1715

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The trial date was not a pleasant one. The entire night before and the morning of, her stomach was turning violently, causing her to avoid eating any breakfast. She knew it wasn't good for her, but it couldn't be helped. If she threw up in court, she could be ejected, which is the last thing she needed. She called the real lawyer as soon as possible to make sure their connection was adequate.

This would be the hardest part for her. She needed to do everything he told her down to the tiniest details. WayV's lives hung in the balance. She hadn't been able to arrange a meeting with them before the events, so she would just have to hope they were prepared for the things to come. The last she'd heard, Henry had been revived, but he was still refusing to eat, only accepting a slight drink of water after basically being forced to ingest it. They had put him on an IV for a few hours, but he was still weak.

She only realized a few hours before the trial that she didn't have anything to wear. Going into her room, she noticed that most of the clothes Lucas had provided to her were jeans, sweatpants, and t-shirts. None of those were really quite appropriate for such a serious occasion. The women's wardrobe downstairs were sealed up, which left her with only one dress out and available for her to use... the blue one.

With a vile taste in her mouth, she pulled it on, looking at herself in the mirror as she recollected the last time she'd worn it. Thankfully, it had been cleaned since, but it still carried awful connotations. There was no choice, she had to suffer. Putting on sensible makeup and gathering her things, she made her way to the courtroom. When she arrived, there were only a few minutes left before the trial. This was her intention. While it may have paid off to be earlier, she knew she wouldn't be able to stomach it.

She was seated near the band at the front of the room, although she was meant to be active during the trial, so she didn't really have a chance to talk to them. She glanced over once, feeling all of their eyes sliding over her form, giving her the chance to see Kun mouth a slight, 'you'll be fine'. At least, that's what she saw. Before she knew it, opening statements were underway.

"Your honor," the lawyer from the discovery period stated boldly. She was already annoying Y/N, to the point where she had to clench her fists out of sight to keep from seeming stressed. "I intend to prove that these five men, as well as their late and hospitalized associates, are guilty of the charges against them. These include harassment, assault, battery, kidnapping, rape, murder, and human trafficking, as was read to them along with their rights upon their arrest." The judge nodded, accepting this as an adequate opening statement.

"You may call your first witness."

"We'd like to start by questioning Qian Kun." The questioning went on for what felt like an hour to Y/N. The prosecution methodically called up every remaining member of WayV, one by one running through the facts again and again. She was sure the jury had to be sick of hearing the same story by now, but it was evident she was looking for a loophole. The man in her bluetooth agreed as much. What she didn't expect, though, was the first witness after that.

"Next, I call Y/N (L/N) to the stand." Eyes widening, she heard the man in her ear whisper, objection.

"Objection!"

"On what grounds?" The judge asked.

"The tribunal has proper objection when the trier of fact may be confused or misled by a lawyer serving as both advocate and witness. The opposing party has proper objection where the combination of roles may prejudice that party's rights in the litigation. A witness is required to testify on the basis of personal knowledge, while an advocate is expected to explain and comment on evidence given by others. It may not be clear whether a statement by an advocate-witness should be taken as proof or as an analysis of the proof."

Basically, what she was saying was that, by using her as a witness, the lawyer would be confusing the jury on which parts of her arguments were testimony, and which were legal advocacy. It was a valid argument, and she had already gained the permission to act as an advocate by the tribunal, (a fancy word for the court). Therefore, it was well within their rights to object.

"Objection sustained, for the time being." The judge agreed. "Let the record show that, should your testimony become integral to the case, the objection will be reevaluated." She nodded curtly in thanks.

Annoyed, but not giving up, the lawyer continued to go through witnesses. The next ones were women Y/N had never seen before in her life. There were a total of four, all of varying ages. She found it difficult to remember any of their names. As far as she picked up, the first two had been sold into slavery and escaped their masters, one had been supposedly attempted upon, but not caught, and the final claimed to have been raped by YangYang of all people.

"I would like to cross-examine the witnesses." Y/N stated as the trial continued. Speaking to the first girl, she kept her cool. She didn't have a choice in this moment but to follow every direction, take note of every answer and movement. She was starting to wish she had eaten. Still, now wasn't the time to think about this. There was a good- no, a near 100% chance at least one of these witnesses wouldn't hold up in court. She just had to figure out which one.

The first and second were the most difficult. With similar, yet vague stories about being picked up in seedy areas, thrown into a van, and suddenly being awoken under the direction of a new master, it was nearly impossible to confirm or deny their honesty. While they were under oath, words were easily brushed a side. Hell, WayV was doing it right now.

The fourth witness was where she started to get lucky. The man in her earbud told her to demand a medical examination in regards to the rape, and she almost immediately recanted her charges. This didn't look good for them, and the jury was swaying. The final, most pivotal testimony, though, was the third. This girl, around the age of 20 or so if she had to guess, had claimed to have almost been kidnapped at a WayV concert, but got away. Thankfully, she had someone on the outside able to pull her any details she wanted. This could be her ticket.

"Miss, can you tell me exactly what happened on the night in question?" Sniffling with a fair amount of dramatics, she pushed her faded green hair away from her face. She needed to get her roots redone, her makeup was a walking disaster, and her outfit screamed koreaboo. Not only that, but her little show was basically terrible.

"Yes... I went to go see WayV in Seoul because I am-" She paused, letting her eyelids flutter. "I was one of their biggest fans. At the end of the show, I went to go look around, because I wanted to experience it for as long as possible. I found the entrance to the back parking lot, and who did I find there but Xuxi himself!" The use of his name- especially one that wasn't his stage name- by this trash? It made her sick to her stomach. Still, she continued.

"Go on?"

"He pushed me up against the stadium wall and asked me if I wanted to get on the tour bus with him. Of course I said yes, but when we got on, I noticed like, five other girls! Of course, he didn't like any of them as much as me, but it was super fishy, so I tried to leave. He grabbed me and told me that I couldn't go, so I jerked my arm away and ran for dear life!"

So much for being a great lawyer- the prosecution had really put this clown up here? As a serious witness? She became more confident as she saw the jury's faces fall and scrunch, evidently feeling the same way about this girls as she did. Now for the closer...

"Miss, I'll remind you that you're under oath. And in light of that, I'd like to put forth these facts: on the night in question, exactly twenty four minutes after the closing song, the entirety of WayV was escorted to the front foyer for a two-hour fansign, giving them a direct alibi for your timeframe backed by hundreds, if not thousands of witnesses." The judge's eyebrows raised as she waited for the witness' statement. When none came, the judge called the room's attention.

"Lying under oath is a federal crime that could be met with a probation, fine, or a prison sentence up to five years. You will be taken for further investigation, and your rights will be read to you." Y/N suppressed a smile as the girl was escorted through the main floor of the courtroom. She knew she should be professional, leave it at that, but she couldn't help it. Just before the girl exited through the side door, Y/N yelled,

"And keep Lucas's name out of your mouth!" With a slight murmur starting anew in the room, the judge slammed the gavel onto the desk.

"Order in my court! Miss Y/N, may I remind you that you are at risk of being held in contempt?"

"Yes, I apologize." She quickly muttered, already embarrassed by the action. As she said this, though, the other lawyer smirked, stepping up.

"Your honor, we'd like to speak to one more person, if that's alright."

"Of course, the trial may continue." Nodding the lady thanked her, spinning around to face the faces in the seats.

"The prosecution calls Wong Yuk-Hei to the stand."

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Two Sides, Same Coin

Summary: Since the beginning of Quirks, Yokohama has announced independence from Japan and closed itself from the rest of the world.

To this day and age, no one knows what lies within the city of Yokohama—or that was what the public was made to believe. In reality, Yokohama has long fallen into the control of the world’s largest criminal organization known as the Port Mafia.

Follow Class 1-A as their principal organized a field trip to Yokohama! In their short trip there, they must change their perspectives and learn exactly what it means to be justice and what it means to be villains.

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover, hint of shounen-ai (boy love)

Pairing: Contains mild Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) and Shin Soukoku (Akutagawa x Atsushi) if you squint

Author: Canna / Yellow Canna

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CHAPTER 9

YOKOHAMA MURDER MYSTERY (DAY 2: MONDAY)

“Good morning, everyone!”

“…mornin’…All Might…” The drained echoes of mornings were anything but good.

The kids gathered at the open field early in the morning as they were instructed. Their eyes were bloodshot with dark bags below their sunken eyeballs…it looked like a perfect imitation of both Toshinori and Aizawa.

Toshinori coughed into his hand. No matter how pitiful they looked, he can’t back down. He must play the strict teacher role to let them know what they’ve done wrong.

It hadn’t taken much for the grownups to learn what happened after Tanizaki lost sight of the kids. The students told them about venturing into the forest of red maples and spider lilies…as long as the lone man they’ve met there.

They asked about that man’s description, but there weren’t much the kids could give other than the fact that this man had dark brown hair, black suits, and presumably bandages all over his body.

When Toshinori heard of this description, the first thing that came to his mind was this wasn’t normal. There was always more to go with than just these three simple descriptions.

Every person’s perspectives were different. Depending on their gender and interests, they would notice different things. For all twenty kids with various personalities and interests to notice the same three things and only those three things weren't normal at all. And to make it even weirder, it wasn't as if the man didn't leave any impressions on them. If anything, the man left a lot of impressions on them…yet for some odd reason none of them could think of any other ways to describe the man they've met.

Toshinori wasn’t the only one that found this unusual, Aizawa thought of the same thing.

Kunikida was the only one who reacted differently. The moment he heard that the man had bandages all over, blood drained from his face. It was a small detail that only Toshinori and Aizawa noticed, as the kids had their heads hung low from being yelled at. He acted like nothing was wrong and shouted at the students for using their Quirks and trespassing into private property.

It was only after he finished yelling at the students that he pulled the U.A teachers aside and revealed to them just who the man their students met was.

The person their students had described was without a doubt the Port Mafia boss.

When the two teachers learned of this, their hearts had nearly stopped beating. Having dealt with criminals all their lives, they have also handled a fair share of organized crime. Even if organized crime was very rare in their world, it still exists. In every single one of those crimes, the boss was always protected. There was never a moment where the boss would be by himself.

On top of that, the boss of the Port Mafia purposely met up with their students…why?

None of them had an answer.

Kunikida just kept silent after informing them of the man’s identity, leaving the rest for the two teachers to short out.

After some discussion, Toshinori and Aizawa decided to hide this fact from the kids. Until they can figure out just what the Port Mafia was up to, it was for the best not to alert the kids. It wasn’t that the two teachers didn’t trust their students, but this was the only way to keep them safe.

Toshinori felt a chill crawling down his spin just imagining what could have happened if the kids were to know what the Port Mafia boss looked like. If they refrained from using their Quirks, their safety would be guaranteed, but what if they didn’t?

What if seeing the Port Mafia boss made them become alert and showed aggression towards him?

What if their survival instincts kicked in and used their Quirks without thinking?

What if they accidentally made the Port Mafia boss lost a strand of his hair without meaning to?

All those what-ifs could only lead to one result, and it was one they must avoid at all cause.

Being oblivious has less chance of putting themselves in danger than becoming self-conscious. After Kunikida’s long talk, Toshinori doubted the kids will make such a mistake again, but there was still one thing bothering him. He couldn't help but think over the kids' description of the Port Mafia boss.

When he met the Port Mafia boss fourteen years ago, he didn’t see any bandages on the man. From how Kunikida only reacted after hearing the word bandages, that must be the Port Mafia boss’s most iconic description.

Did the Port Mafia boss become gravely wounded?

“Ahem!” Toshinori cleared his throat to gain the attention of the zombies that were his students. “I hope you’ve all used the night to reflect on your actions.”

The moment those words left his mouth, Toshinori knew he had said the wrong thing. After they left the Armed Detective Agency and returned to the dorms, Aizawa had called all the kids to their rooms for additional talk. Due to Toshinori’s health, he had to stop midway and rest up for the night, leaving the kids alone with Aizawa.

Knowing his co-worker, he wouldn’t be surprised if these kids didn’t get a wink of sleep.

Groooowl~

Or eat.

Toshinori stared at the rumbles and growls coming from those flattened stomachs. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

“Anyways!” He shouted over the noise. “Today is your first day observing the Armed Detective Agency in their work! I expect all of you to put your all into it!” He pumped his fist into the air. “Everyone! PLUS ULTRA!!”

“Plus…ultraaaa…!”

Weak fists slowly followed his lead.

“Now let’s go and get some food!” Toshinori spun on his heel as he headed towards the street.

“Food?!”

At the mention of food, the kids finally snapped out of their dreamy state. They rushed after Toshinori as they walked towards the Armed Detective Agency. It was currently 7:30 am and the actual meeting time was at 9:00 am. They got plenty of time to eat before meeting at the Agency for the student’s official first day.

Due to the lack of sleep, Aizawa was skipping today's activity—not that they as teachers got much to do anyway. Since the observation was for the students, they would just get in the way by tagging along. The underground Hero was currently in the teachers’ dorm, zipped up in his yellow sleeping bag and fast asleep inside the closet.

As they strolled down the street, Toshinori couldn’t help but stare at the black towers in the distance. He could still remember when he first saw those buildings. In fact, they don’t look any different than fourteen years ago…

Everything still felt surreal to him…as if he still couldn’t believe he was back in here after all these years.

The Port Mafia…

What exactly are they planning?

“…!” Toshinori gasped as he felt his shoulder colliding against someone else’s. He staggered, his left foot tripping over his right as his balance tipped. Just when he thought he was going to hit the ground, Midoriya quickly ran up and supported him by the arm.

“Thank you, young Midoriya.” Toshinori thanked, coughing a bit into his hand as he heard sounds of something—a lot of something—hitting the ground.

“AAAAAAH!” The loud scream had everyone turning in surprise as they all stared at a man with chestnut brown hair kneeling in the center of a dozen scattered lemons. His white lab-coat was fanned over the ground, palms flat on the rough pavement and head dipped low as he mourned over his fallen fruits.

“My precious specimens!” He cried.

At that, the students quickly got down, each of them picking up a lemon with Toshinori doing the same.

“I’m sorry, I should have watched where I was going.” Toshinori apologized as he held out the lemon in his hand. “Are you alright?”

“Do I look alright?!” The man whirled around to face Toshinori angrily, revealing his face that was half-covered by orange goggles.

“Oya?” The sadness and anger in the man’s voice disappeared, replaced by amusement as he was instantly on his feet and leaning so close to Toshinori that he had to take a step back.

“Can I help you?” Toshinori blinked in confusion.

“Have we met somewhere before?” The man asked.

Toshinori opened his mouth to deny, but his voice was caught in his throat. He stared at the man who was looking all over him with a hand stroking his chin and humming sounds coming from his throat.

Feeling the weight of the object in his hand, Toshinori looked down at the lemon. Suddenly, the memories of that night when he fought the Port Mafia burst into his mind. He remembered that maniacal laughter as the young boy few from the sky—surrounded by lemon-like bombs.

“You’re…!” Toshinori gasped, eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at the fully grown man before him.

“Aha!” The man shouted, pulling back with a snap of his fingers. “You’re from that time!”

"It's…you," Toshinori whispered, unable to help but look over the man. He has really grown. “The boy with lemons.”

“Ah yes~ I was young and naïve at that time. Such an embarrassment to think that I couldn’t mix the gas well enough with the explosives.” The man sighed loudly. “However, I have improved much from then on! If you ever want to become a subject for my ingenious researches, feel free to find me any time!”

With that, the man spun around, lab coat fluttering around him as he walked through the students—hands in his pockets and humming a cheerful tune as he leaves.

“Sir, your lemons!” Yaoyorozu called after him when she remembered the lemons they were all holding.

“Keep it!” The man called, not even looking back as he waved his hand. “Think of it as a reunion gift!”

The kids all stared dumbly at the weird man before looking over to Toshinori.

“All Might, do you know him?” Kirishima asked

“…Something like that.” Toshinori said vaguely. After all, he and Aizawa had just agreed to keep the Port Mafia a secret to the kids. It was best not to let them know too much.

“Give me those lemons.” He instructed the kids, pulling out a plastic bag from his pocket.

“All Might you’re prepared!” Sero gapped.

“You never know when you need to find a garbage can but can’t find one!” Toshinori replied with a dry laugh.

As he collected the lemons from the kids, he made sure to look them over—feeling the weight and texture in his hand—making sure they are actual lemons before putting them into the bag. He gained a lot of weird looks from the students in doing so, but none of the kids questioned his odd behavior.

The rest of the way to the Armed Detective Agency was, fortunately, incident-free. While the kids chattered along the way, Toshinori was deep in his own world.

He wasn’t going to believe that encounter just now was a coincident.

Was that young man with lemon the one watching over them?

No, if he was he wouldn’t come into contact with them. On top of that, his personality didn’t seem suited for that kind of job.

“All Might, are you alright?” Midoriya suddenly asked, jolting Toshinori out of his thought. He blinked and stared at the red building before them.

He didn’t even realize when they’ve arrived.

Toshinori looked around before spotting a red sign that says Uzumaki. That must be the café.

“You kids go eat first.” Toshinori ushered them towards the red door next to the sign. “I have to take care of something so I will head up there first.”

Without waiting for the kids’ response, Toshinori hurried into the building and took the elevator to the floor where the Armed Detective Agency office was located. He needed to speak with them with regards to his encounter with the Port Mafia—as well as inspecting the bag of lemons.

Contrary to Toshinori’s conflicted thoughts, the students’ were much more simplistic.

They were starving.

It was only normal, as the only thing they ate yesterday were the snacks at Lucy’s store.

Iida pushed open the door as the bell above his head rang.

“Welcome!” A petite lady in waitress uniform came up to greet them. “Ah, could you be the students from the Agency?”

“Yes, we are," Iida replied.

“Please come in!” The waitress stepped to the side. “Take any seat you want.”

“Thank you so much.” The class president thanked, followed by the rest of the class as they walked into the café.

This café was very different than the one Lucy worked at where everything was pink with laces. This café has a more stoic design with booths and a bar counter where a lone brown-haired man sat with a cup of steaming coffee in his—wait.

“Oh?” The man looked up, revealing a very familiar face the kids had just seen yesterday. The corner of his lips curled up in a smile as he gazed mischievously at the students. "What a coincidence."

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“The person you met is Kajii Motojirou," Tanizaki said, turning his monitor screen around for Toshinori to see the images of the man he just met on the street. “He’s famous even amongst the Port Mafia. Joined the Port Mafia at age fourteen and since then has been active as a notorious bomber.”

“A bomber?” Toshinori can’t say he’s surprised. “Is it alright to tell me this much?”

“That’s not a problem.” Kunikida said from across the room, where he was examining the bag of lemons. “Kajii Motojirou is widely known within the underground, his information isn’t any secret, unlike their other higher-ups.” The man huffed as he said this. It was obvious from the looks of disdain that Kunikida opinion of Kajii was low.

“In any case, these are just ordinary lemons.” Kunikida tied the bag of lemon up before throwing it into a bigger garbage bag and tied another knot over it. After that was done, he peeled off his plastic gloves and threw them into the trashcan. “Though to be safe, it’s best we get rid of them.”

“Thank you.” Toshinori sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to find an answer to all of this.

Was this some sort of message? A warning? What exactly does this mean?

“Don’t bother thinking," Kunikida said when he saw the look on Toshinori’s face. “Those types of genius’ minds work on another level. Trying to figure how their brain works are equivalent to trying to understand a fish's thought process."

“Is the Port Mafia boss that smart?” Toshinori couldn’t help but ask. Sure it takes a lot for someone to manage an entire criminal organization and control an entire city, but Toshinori got the sinking feeling that his and Kunikida’s definition of smart might be different.

Toshinori couldn't help but remember that green-eyed boy he met so long ago. The intelligence he demonstrated was beyond genius and smart, yet that was purely due to his Ability…

No, there was another one!

Toshinori’s eyes widened as he felt Goosebumps crawling over his skin at the memory of that other child in bandages. The one that had orchestrated the entire battle that night—or at least, that’s what the Port Mafia boss claimed.

Bandages?

Toshinori felt his heart hammering within his chest as he recalled the hair colour of that boy. It was black…or perhaps dark brown? He can’t remember exactly what that boy’s hair colour was, as there were other things he had to focus at the time.

Could it be…?

No, it couldn’t be…

“You’ll understand if you meet him—though for your sake you better hope you never do.” Kunikida spoke through gritted teeth with a vein throbbing on his forehead. He seemed to hate the Port Mafia boss a lot. Then, seeming to remember something, the irritation on his face vanished. “Though if you meet Ranpo-san, you’ll get a grasp of what I’m talking about.”

“Ranpo?” Toshinori furrowed his brows at the familiar name. After some thinking, he finally remembered where he heard it from. That freckled boy—Kenji, he mentioned this name yesterday. Kunikida had also mentioned this name as well…something about snacks.

“Ranpo-san is the detective of our Agency.” Kunikida explained as he pulled out his notebook. “Our agency’s main income relies on him. He is also the one your students will be observing today. We’ve received a call from the police an hour ago about a murder case they need him to assist them in.”

“The children are going to witness a murder scene?” Toshinori gasped.

“Yes, is there a problem?” Kunikida arched a brow.

“Ah…no, it’s nothing.” Toshinori reprimanded himself for that split second of reluctance for allowing the kids to go. If this was back at the outside world, something like that would never be allowed. Not only were they not police officials, but they were also all underage. There are similar training in U.A, but those were all simulations. They would never allow the kids to join in on a real police investigation let alone getting near real bodies.

Even if the higher-ups agreed to allow children at a crime scene, they will still need permission from the parents—and those permissions aren’t something they will easily get. After all, no parents would want their own children to witness blood and dead bodies. Even if their children had chosen the path to a Hero where they would undoubtedly witness deaths—the parents will never see it that way.

“I see…” Toshinori mumbled to himself as the words of Kunikida and the Port Mafia boss resurfaced.

“This is Yokohama. Do not presume our world is the same as yours. Naturally, that goes for those you see as children.”

“In Yokohama’s underground, there are no children—especially Ability users.”

He gazed out the window and towards the black buildings in the distance. Although he has been made aware of this over and over again…their worlds were truly different. For better or for worse, he couldn’t say.

“When will they begin?” Toshinori asked.

“Well…Ranpo-san was supposed to be here already, but it seems he’s running a bit late.” Tanizaki scratched the back of his head as he looked down at his smartphone, then to his co-worker. “Should I go get him, Kunikida-san?”

Kunikida looked down at his wristwatch. “No, it’ll be much quicker to have the kids go to him and then head to the crime scene together.”

“Do you want me to get the students here?” Toshinori offered.

“No, there’s no time.” Kunikida replied as he grabbed the bag of lemons. “I’ll have them depart immediately after they finished their meals—and dispose of this while I’m at it.”

With that, Kunikida headed out the door, leaving Toshinori standing there alone with Tanizaki.

Tanizaki looked around for a bit, seeming to be just as awkward with the silence as Toshinori.

“Um…would you like some tea?”

“…Yes, thank you.”

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"That's the intersection," Iida said as Class 1-A arrived at the crossway. The class president glanced down at the hand-drawn map in his hand, then back up, seeming to be trying to find the right direction.

“I can’t believe! A real-life murder mystery!” Kaminari gushed.

“I’m kind of nervous…” Yaoyorozu spoke softly, yet there was still some excitement in her eyes.

“I wonder what sort of crime scene is it.” Asui hummed, a finger tapping her lower lip as she thought over the possibility.

“It would be cool if it's a locked-room mystery!” Sero chimed in.

“A locked-room mystery?” Todoroki perked up, seeming interested.

“Oh! That would be awesome, wouldn’t it, Bakugou?” Kirishima said, nudging Bakugou. For once, Bakugou just snorted instead of making any nasty remarks, showing that he was interested as well.

“I wonder what Ranpo-san is like!” Uraraka said. “We didn’t meet him in the office before.”

“Would have been nice if it’s a busty woman~” Mineta sighed in disappointment.

Midoriya smiled at his hyped classmates.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t excited as well. After all, they were going to witness a real-life detective solving a case! It was unfortunate that they weren’t told much before being thrown into the street by Kunikida with only a hand-drawn map as their lead.

They didn’t even know what the person looked like, but Kunikida only waved them off, saying that they’ll know the moment they see him.

This made all of them curious…but more than that, Midoriya couldn’t help but remember that strange man…

"Oh? What a coincidence."

“You’re…the one from yesterday!” Ashido gasped, pointing at the lanky man sitting on the bar stool with his legs crossed.

“And you are the kids from yesterday.” The man hummed as he tapped his finger against the edge of his ceramic cup. “Judging from the bags under your eyes, I assume your guardians were quite worried about you.”

At the memory of the hell they went through last night, everyone fell quiet as if their newly acquired energy was drained from their bodies.

“Oh, do you know each other?” The waitress asked, glancing between the two sides.

“Just a fateful encounter.” The man chuckled, taking the last sip of his coffee before setting the cup onto the counter. “Thank you, belladonna, this coffee is amazing. Please pass my words onto the owner for me when he gets back.”

“Of course! I’m glad you like it! Do come back anytime!” The waitress smiled brightly as she took the empty cup and headed into the back of the café.

The man got up, taking his black jacket from the seat next to him as he headed for the door. The kids immediately parted way to let him through, but just when he was almost out the doorway, he stopped and looked back at them.

“That’s right, while you’re in Yokohama, you should enjoy some privileges you won’t be able to enjoy outside!”

“What do you mean?” Shouji who was standing right next to him asked.

“Do you kids know that in Yokohama, fifteen is the legal age for drinking and driving?” The man said with a wink before he disappeared through the doorway.

“Hey, what’s wrong Midoriya? You’ve been quiet for a while now!” Kirishima called out to him. “Are you ok?”

“Eh? Oh, I’m fine!” Midoriya quickly waved his hands when he noticed that everyone was staring at him. “I was just thinking back to that man at the café…”

“Oh, that guy?” Kirishima furrowed his brows. “Was there something wrong about him?”

“Are you stupid?!” Bakugou snapped. “No matter how you look at it, there’s something wrong with that bastard.”

“Eh? What do you mean?” Kirishima blinked dumbly, causing the veins on Bakugou’s forehead to throb.

“Did you notice something, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked, coming over to join their little circle.

“No…not really.” Midoriya frowned.

After that man left, Midoriya had asked the waitress about him and learned that the only reason the man showed up at the café was to return the café owner’s wallet. According to her, the café owner lost his wallet two days ago. That man had found the wallet, so he came to return it. As thanks, the Café owner treated him to a free meal.

This made Midoriya felt ridiculous for being paranoid. However, now that Midoriya looked at Bakugou and Todoroki, he realized that he wasn’t the only one feeling that something was off.

“There is indeed something wrong with that guy, but I can’t tell for certain.” A new voice spoke up. Midoriya turned to see that it was Tokoyami.

Suddenly, the squealing sound of girls broke through the tense atmosphere.

“What’s wrong?” Kirishima asked, looking over with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Tokoyami.

“Check that out!” Kaminari beamed. Next to the blond, there was one drooling Mineta.

Midoriya glanced across the street and saw a beautiful woman with scarlet hair rolled up in a bun and held by up a pair of golden hair sticks. She walked in small, graceful steps as her kimono swayed elegantly to her movement. In her right arm, she carried a large bouquet of beautifully bloomed crimson spider lilies. In her left hand, she held a red oil-paper umbrella, shielding her from the beaming sunlight.

“So pretty…” Midoriya couldn’t help but admire the woman with the rest of his classmates. There was just something about her and the way she moved that just attracted everyone’s eyes, making them unable to look away.

“She’s really beautiful…do you think she’s a model?!” Ashido squealed.

“It’s possible, given her height.” Yaoyorozu nodded excitedly with stars in her eyes.

“Hey! Maybe we can get kimono as souvenirs!” Hagakure suggested.

“Eeeh? But it’s probably really expensive.” Uraraka sighed dejectedly as she watched that woman walked around a building corner and out of their sights.

"Hey, four-eyes! Are we going or what?" Bakugou shouted impatiently at Iida who quickly looked back down at the map, not even noticing the rude way Bakugou had addressed him.

“It should be around here somewhere.” Iida looked around the intersection with squinted eyes. Then with a gasp, he pointed towards a certain direction. “Over there!”

Everyone looked to where Iida was pointing at. Across the intersection from them, there was a small store squashed between two gigantic buildings with a sign that said Ariake Harbour.

It was the same Ariake Harbour Kunikida had written on the map. They crossed the intersection. When they walked into the small store, they were greeted by a friendly staff.

“Welcome to Ariake Harbour!”

“Hello!” Iida bowed to the man, feeling extremely awkward as none of them were here to buy things. “Sorry, we're not here to…buy anything."

“Oh, then you must be looking for him?” The staff said brightly. There wasn’t the slightest bit of annoyance, much to all of their relief.

“Him?” Iida looked across the shop and sitting at the far back corner was a raven-haired man, wearing clothing that practically screamed—I’m a detective! “Yes! We’re looking for him!”

“Wow, we really do recognize him the moment we see him.” Jirou gapped in disbelieve.

“Are you…Ranpo-san?” Midoriya asked as the man looked up at them. His eyes were narrow and curved upward that reminded the green-haired teen of a fox.

“Ah, you’re here.” The man smiled, stabbing his fork into the last piece of mini-cake on his plate and shoved it into his mouth. “Well then, time to go! I’m sure Minoura-san is getting impatient. Pay for my bill, will ya? I forgot to bring my wallet!”

“E-eh?!” Iida gapped as the raven-haired man strolled past him, patting him on the shoulder as he did do. “Wait-I—eh?!”

The rest of the kids stared, just as dumbfounded as their class president. The man just walked through the petrified statues of the kids, hands tucked in his pockets as he walked out of the store.

In the end, all of them pulled out their money, quickly paying off whatever bill the man had eaten before they rushed out of the store to see the man standing there, seeming to be waiting for them. When he saw them, he smiled and began to walk off.

“Um, Ranpo-san? Where are we going?” Yaoyorozu asked as they caught up to the man.

“To the crime scene, of course!” Ranpo replied as if it was the most obvious thing. “Didn’t Kunikida tell you guys about the murder case?”

“He did—” The vice-president paused when Ranpo suddenly made a sharp turn. They stared as Ranpo walked right through the automatic doors of the large building right next to Ariake Harbour.

“Eh?”

“Come on now, let’s not keep the police waiting!” Ranpo called, poking his head out from between the automatic doors before ducking back in.

“Wait, so…what?” Kirishima said dumbly as they walked through the doors and came into this glamorous lobby with a fountain right in the middle.

“What is this place?” Uraraka gapped as she looked around. Everything in here was practically sparkling.

“Looks like a hotel," Asui answered as she took in her surroundings.

Midoriya stared at the ladies working behind the counters, then to the man pulling along a cart of luggage dressed in hotel uniforms. It was a hotel.

“My apologies,” A woman in black suits suddenly stopped them, “I will need to see your IDs?”

At that, all the Class 1-A students froze up. They turned to each other, not sure what they were supposed to do as they don’t have any of that. Their reactions only made the woman narrow her eyes at the students that had their faces hidden behind scarfs and masks. Her eyes then darted to the securities standing not far away. As if receiving some sort of signal, they began to move forward when a young man in police uniform came stumbling over.

“Ranpo-san!” He gasped. “You’re finally here! We’ve been waiting for an hour and half now! The chief is waiting for you!”

“Ah~ Kobayashi-kun!” Ranpo greeted the policeman cheerfully, not feeling the slightest bit of urgency, unlike the policeman.

“This gentleman is here to help with our investigation.” The police quickly explained to the woman.

“…Are you here for the investigation as well?" The lady questioned, eyeing the students over again.

"Yes, they are." Ranpo cut in before the policeman could even register what the woman was talking about.

With a curt nod and a bow, the woman walked away, leaving the police with Ranpo and twenty kids.

“Erm…Ranpo-san, who are they?” Kobayashi asked, looking at the kids with just as much wariness as the lady had.

“Does it matter? As long as I, the great detective, is at the scene, the case will be solved in a snap of my finger!” Ranpo boasted. “Now lead the way, Kobayashi-kun!”

The young policeman looked like he had a lot of things to say, but it swallowed his words and decided to go with it. He led them into the elevator where he pressed for the top floor. Since there were twenty additional kids, one elevator wouldn’t fit them all so they had to split apart and take the other elevator.

None of them knew what to expect when they arrived at their designated floor. Whatever they’ve expected, it certainly wasn’t a huge rooftop pool—or had they expected to come out to someone shouting.

“How long are you going to keep us here?!” A petite woman in a red dress screamed at a police officer not far from the elevators.

“That’s right.” A man beside the woman joined in. He wore a simple white dress shirt with dark gray pants and glasses. “We’ve been waiting for more than an hour now!”

“I need to get back to my shift!” A man in the hotel staff uniform said nervously.

Kobayashi heaved out a deep sigh at the sight before directing them away from the group bickering in the distance. Ranpo didn’t question anything and neither did the kids. Under the heavy gazes of the police around them, the students followed Ranpo and Kobayashi into the…woman’s change room?!

“Girl’s change room!”

“Stop Mineta-kun!” Iida hissed, immediately popping up by Mineta’s side. The class president was ready to restrain the class pervert at any given notice. With all these police around, they can’t let Mineta run wild!

Any thoughts going through their heads became turned blank when they finally came across the scene.

There, in the shower stall still dripping with water vapor was the body of a dead woman. Her mouth was agape as she laid there on the cold, wet floor. Her wavy ink-black hair fanned around her body with half of her hair inside the drain next to her head—meaning that when she was discovered, the water was still running.

There was a very prominent bloodstain on the faucet with the white tiles around the body covered in light pink hue. The closer to the woman's body, the deeper the pink become, turning into a bloody red right under her head. Her limps were sprawled out, her body so pale that her skin looked grayish under the LED light. The woman was completely naked except for a blue plastic sheet covering her torso and pelvis, giving her one last bit of modesty.

Gasps erupted from the students as they took in this horrifying sight. Blood drained from their faces as all excitements they previously had was thrown out of their heads—replaced by the cruel realization of what they were really here to observe.

This wasn’t about a detective solving mystery cases.

It was about finding the answer behind the death of a person.

This was a murder scene.

“You guys.” Ranpo’s voice snapped the kids out as they turned to the raven-haired man who had taken his hat off and placed it over his chest. His back was to them as he faced the lady, but even without seeing his face, they could all feel pressure rolling off his body. “You’re being rude to the lady.”

None of them knew what face they had, but they quickly found out when they saw the faces of their classmates mirroring their own.

It was fear.

It was their first time seeing a real dead body and they were scared.

SLAP

Hearing the sharp slapping sound of flesh, everyone turned to Uraraka who had smacked her own cheeks so hard it left bright red handprints on her face. When she opened her eyes, the fear was gone, replaced by determination.

She wasn’t the only one.

The students in different methods picked themselves back up as their eyes that were just filled with shock and fright vanished out of existence.

Midoriya’s hands rolled into fists at his side as he stared at the bathroom stall, then to the woman's body, trying to gather as much information as he can.

“What the hell is this?!”

“Ah~! Minoura-san!” Ranpo greeted cheerfully as a grumpy looking man stomped over to them, looking extremely displeased.

“Since when were kids allowed at a crime scene?” The man snapped, turning to Kobayashi who shrank under his superior’s heated glare.

“Now, now, Minoura-san.” Ranpo chided as if he was talking to a child. “It’s these children’s dreams to become law enforcers when they grow up! As a policeman, shouldn’t it be your responsibility to be a good role model for them?”

“You brought unrelated personnel into a crime scene!”

“Alright, everyone gather around!”

“HEY!”

“What’s the situation?” Ranpo fixed his hat back over his head.

“Wouldn’t you know if you use your Ability?” The police chief replied. There was no bite in his words—just stating a simple fact.

That caught all the kids' attention as they stared at Ranpo.

“It would be meaningless if I just solve the mystery without letting them learn anything," Ranpo said, gesturing at the kids.

Midoriya swore the police chief was going to pop a vein, but he pinched the bridge of his nose to stop himself from exploding. It was a very familiar gesture that Midoriya remembered Kunikida doing. From their interactions, Midoriya guessed that this was a usual thing between the two adults.

“Kobayashi! Fill them in!”

“Y-yes!” Kobayashi stuttered as he quickly pulled out his notebook.

“The victim is Suzuki Yui, twenty-six years old—”

“Suzuki Yui?!” Ashido burst out in shock, causing everyone to look at her—everyone but Ranpo.

“…Sorry.” She covered her mouth when she realized she went out of line just now. She looked to the police chief, Minoura, nervously.

“You know her, kid?” Minoura questioned, eyeing the girl who was completely covered in clothing from head to toe.

“She’s the Heroine of The Last Hero," Jirou replied for her classmate, taking the police’s attention off Ashido and to her.

They were too shocked by the sight of the dead body to notice before…but the woman's face was definitely the face of the actress they knew of. She was pretty famous throughout Japan, which brought another question to all of their minds.

A question none of them dared to ask out loud.

Why was an actress of Japan in Yokohama?

Was she also granted special permission by the Port Mafia?

However, they got their answers very soon when Kobayashi continued on as he read off his notes.

“Suzuki Yui works as an actress in the outer world and has gained a lot of fames in the past three years. Her identity created for her in the outside world is a Quirkless immigrant from Germany.”

What?

None of them could believe what they were hearing.

The actress Suzuki Yui was a citizen of Yokohama?!

“She returned to Yokohama and booked into this hotel three days ago for her one week vacation. This morning at 7:34 am, she was found dead in the shower room by the cleaning lady.”

“Bring the suspects over here.” Minoru waved, and three people were soon brought in.

They were the people they had seen shouting at the police when they first stepped out of the elevator.

“Saito Miyako-san, twenty-six years old.” Kobayashi started with the only woman within the three. “She and Suzuki-san were old classmates. She works as an accountant and came with Suzuki-san to for her vacation.”

“I keep telling you, I didn’t kill her! Why would I kill my own friend?!” The lady—Saito shouted at Kobayashi, seeming hysterical and shaken.

“The next is Hayashi Eiichi-san, twenty-nine years old. He is a staff working the night shift last night and has entered the rooftop.”

"I wasn't even supposed to be on this shift!" Hayashi quickly defended himself. "My co-worker called in sick and the boss told me to take over for her! All I did was clean the floors, check to see if anyone was still around before I lock the doors!”

“Omura Daiki-san, thirty-one years old.” Kobayashi looked over to the last person. "He is a plastic surgeon that has performed plastic surgery for Suzuki-san in the past. They've become good friends since then and like Saito-san, he came to join Suzuki-san in her vacation.”

“I’m telling you guys, I don’t know anything! I didn’t even see her last night!” The plastic surgeon snapped angrily.

“Only these three have been seen on the surveillance camera accessing the swimming pool over the night. The first is Saito-san, who came to the rooftop pool with Suzuki-san at 10:34 pm and left alone at 11:43 pm”

“We were going for a midnight swim.” Saito frowned. “Yui didn’t like having people playing around when she swims. She’s a competitive swimmer and the two of us often race together. I got tired so I went back to my room first to sleep.”

“After that, Omura-san entered at 12:00 am, leaving at 12:30 am.”

"I went to look for Suzuki-san," Omura grumbled. “She wanted to get her nose done and we’ve been discussing over what procedure she wants to take. I went to look for her, but there was no one around. I thought she might be in the change room, so I waited a bit but when I didn’t see her I left!”

“At 1:30 am, Hayashi-san came to the rooftop with a cart of equipment, leaving at 3:25 am.”

“Those were just brooms and mops! I’ve never even stepped into the changing rooms since those were done by the cleaning people in the mornings!” Hayashi frantically explained.

“From the security footage of the cart he was pushing, it possible for him to have hidden weapons within the cart.”

“I’m telling you there’s nothing!” Hayashi looked like he was going to tear up upon hearing how he was the most suspicious.”

“And according to the testimonies all three of them gave today, Saito-san was the last to see Suzuki-san.”

“Wait a minute!” Saito instantly cut in. “Sure I was the last to see her, but I didn’t do it! I’m five foot one and Yui is five foot five! How do you suppose I kill her?!”

“A-and no matter how you look at it, isn’t it an accident?” Hayashi piped in, looking over to the body on the floor before he hastily looked away, looking as if he was going to throw up at any moment.

“That’s right, I don’t get why you’re saying this is murder!” Omura shouted angrily. “What are you police doing?! I can’t believe we’re paying taxes for incompetent people like you!”

“We don’t need you to tell us how we should operate," Minoura said sternly. “Suzuki Yui’s death is no accident. We have more than enough proof to believe that she has been killed by someone.”

"Well, I'm telling you it’s not me!” Saito shouted before glaring to the two other guys. “If you want to suspect, then suspect these two! They’re both dating Yui, after all!”

“Eh?!” Kobayashi gapped. It was obvious the police hadn't gotten that information before.

However, the ones that were most surprised people were Class 1-A. At the very least, those that knew of Suzuki Yui.

“Wasn’t Suzuki dating Harada?” Kirishima gapped as he recalled the magazines he saw.

"There was even talk about marriage, wasn’t there?” Hagakure added.

“Harada? Who’s that?” Minoura felt a headache coming as more new information was given. Information which no one bothered on sharing before.

“Harada Azuma.” A policeman reported, walking up to his chief with a holographic screen floating out of the watch on his wrist. He showed Minoura the picture of a brown-haired man with golden eyes and snake scales covering half of his neck. He was an extremely handsome man—taking away the snake qualities. “He’s an actor of the outside world with mutant Quirk. He acted as the male lead within the movie The Last Hero where Suzuki Yui acted in there as the female lead. They presumably began dating after that. There is rumour in the outside world that they are planning on getting married.”

“Marry?!” Minoura furrowed his brows in disbelieve. “Was she out of her mind?”

Midoriya blinked as he took in the shock on Minoura’s face. Was there something wrong with marriage?

“I’m not dating Suzuki-san!” Hayashi shouted. “We just know each other because she comes to this hotel annually for vacation! We’re just friends!”

“Then why did you withhold such important information from us?” Minoura narrowed his eyes at the worker. “You acted as if you didn’t know her when we questioned you.”

“I-I was just scared!” Hayashi cried. “I didn’t want you guys to think I killed her!”

"Nothing is going on between me and Suzuki-san!" Omura joined in. “My relationship with her is strictly work and friend!”

At that, Saito snorted, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes. “Anyone with brains can tell you’re smitten with her. I know you went to her hotel room the other night and didn’t come out until morning. Wonder what’s so important that you need to discuss with her all night.”

“You say that but aren’t you the most suspicious?” Omura countered. “I heard your company in the outside world went bankrupted and you racked up quite a lot of debts and has been asking Suzuki-san to help you out but got rejected!”

“You think I would kill her over something so petty?!” Saito shrieked.

“You seem petty enough to believe other people would kill for such petty reason!”

“How dare you! I would never kill Yui over something like that!”

“I wouldn’t either!” Omura roared back.

“Please everyone calm down!” Kobayashi jumped between the two, only to be on the receiving end of their rage.

The kids just stared at the scene, dumbfounded.

“Well?” Minoura turned towards Ranpo. “Can you solve this mystery for us already?”

“Hmm…” Ranpo hummed before a sly smile lifted his lips.

Then, he suddenly turned around, his left hand on his hip and his right hand pointing right at the U.A students. His eyes opened up, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes that seemed to suck out the souls of anyone that dared to stare into them.

“You guys, solve this mystery in thirty minutes!”

“…Eh?”

The police and kids—as well as the suspects—all stared at Ranpo in disbelieve.

For a whole minute, the change room was drowned in utter silence.

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writersrealmbts · 5 years

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Con Amore: Part 2

Bulletproof Melody Sequel

Description: Con Amore– A directive to a musician to perform a selected passage of a composition tenderly, with affectionate emotion, or in a loving manner; an instruction to the player of an instrument meaning ‘with love’ or 'lovingly’. Three years with all seven of your loves, three years of relative peace. But now everything is threatened as darkness surges from the horizon.

Originally Posted: 07/22/2019

Tags: Superheroes, Ot7

Fluff/Angst: 2,175 words

A/N: The second part! We’re getting into it now!

You carefully studied the box, noting the way to open it, but wanting to hold off on opening it, especially in front of the curators. It needed power, your power. You nodded slowly. "I recognize the work. It's not a work of Jacqueline Torrent de Cavalier, but rather a student of hers that studied her technique. It's more crude, and the value of it would be low to anyone that wasn't a collector. However, I am. As a collector, I would say it's worth somewhere around ten." The curator's face fell. "I see." The museum director chuckled nervously. "Was that an offer?" You smiled. "I'll give you eight and consider the last part of my payment." "That's more than generous, Miss." The director gestured for the curator to pack the box away for you. "You can take it directly after this if you're able to pay now." "I am. My assistant will take it to my vehicle, if that's agreeable?" "Of course, Miss." You nodded to Taehyung and followed the museum director towards his office. "What was the artist's name?" "Bernard Beaufort, he spent most of his life living a nondescript lifestyle near Salon-de-Provence, in the Languedoc-Roussilion region of France. He spent little time learning to craft as Jaqueline did, and his works were not as refined or artistic as hers. There is little more worth to them than age and novelty. However, I have a personal interest in his works." "Oh?" "He is one of my ancestors. It is the only reason I know it is his." You signed a check and handed it over to the director. "As for the contents, he put in small wooden carvings, sometimes little dolls. Nothing particularly fantastic, but fascinating to me." "We're grateful you came, Miss Y/n. Our other experts were stumped. If we find more we'll let you know." "Thank you," You replied, smiling and dipping your head slightly as you took the receipt and left the office. Taehyung was waiting beside the door, still blank-faced. Once you were both in the vehicle he glanced at you. "How much is that really worth?" "You can't put a price on artifacts. Especially ones that require super powers to be opened. The contents could be priceless and dangerous. I gave them a generous price for the actual box though, and for my services, which they were well-aware of." You buckled your seatbelt. "I knew the last part. The last museum paid you way more just for you to tell them that their painting was a forgery." "Because I've saved them much more money by discovering the forgery. Have you heard from the other boys today? Normally I have twenty texts waiting for me." You frowned at your phone. He handed you his phone to check, driving the two of you back toward the hotel. You checked his messages and call history but there was nothing new or missed. "Strange." "Try calling one of them?” You nodded and called Jimin since he pretty much always picked up. When he didn’t answer, you called Jin since you knew he wasn’t working today. Taehyung glanced at you, worry evident in his eyes. “No answer?” You shook your head and started checking the news stations. “No reports of a fight anywhere either. Maybe it’s just a coincidence.” “Or maybe it’s not.” You bit your lip. “Try calling the lair,” Tae suggested. You dialed the number, a bad feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. If this number wasn’t answered, then something was really wrong. Someone picked up, but didn’t say anything. You clicked your tongue five times, then waited for a response. A soft hiss came over the phone. You hummed and hung up. “Someone’s in the lair. Pull over and go rescue Jimin so we can get full details. Meet back at the hotel. Be careful.” He put the car in park and disappeared. You climbed over and adjusted the seat and mirrors before driving to the hotel and carrying the artifact up to the room. Tae and Jimin were already in there, Tae treating his wounds. “What happened?” You asked, setting the case down and hurrying to help Tae. “They took Jin-hyung,” Jimin whispered, looking distressed. “The others went after and Yoongi and I were making sure no one was left behind in the lair. We thought it was clear so I told Yoongi-hyung to help the others. We missed one.” “Okay, we’ll figure it out. Relax and let us treat your wounds.” You put a little melody to your words to help him. You were worried, really worried, but there wasn’t much you could do at the moment. You just had to trust that the other boys had it handled and take care of Jimin. Jimin was still fighting, but as you continued humming he started relaxing. “No fair.” “I never claimed to be,” You replied, kissing his forehead after brushing his hair from it. “Think they’ll be okay?” Taehyung asked after Jimin fell asleep. “It had to be pretty bad if they all had to help. And if they got hold of Jin-hyung—” “I know. They may have just caught Jin by surprise. I told you guys to change lair locations.” “We were packing, but we weren’t done with the new lair yet.” Tae handed you more bandaging. “Which you already know. I’ll head back and check for the others.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Be careful,” You whispered. “I’ll leave at the first sign of trouble. I’ll check in every fifteen minutes. Love you.” “Love you too.” You watched him disappear, dreading his absence and wishing him back where he was safe. You watched the time, getting more anxious as fifteen minutes approached. Your heart was pounding when fifteen minutes hit and you thought you might pass out—especially when you were startled by your phone ringing. “They’re back. We’re getting out. We need to know where to meet.” “Jin?” “No. Where?” “Next town over. I have a job there. I already have a hotel room. I’ll send details.” You started packing up the hotel room, making a plan to transport Jimin. “Should I—?” “I’ve got it handled. Help the others.” “Yes, love.” “See you soon, love.” You hung up, humming to wake Jimin. “Chubs?” He murmured, blinking blearily. “I have to move you. Can you shift?” He nodded, shifting into a small cat. You would have to rebandage him, but it seemed lik ethe bleeding had stopped at least. You shoved most of yours and Taehyung’s luggage into a store-room, but carefully situated Jimin into your backpack. “Okay?” He blinked up at you, ears flicking to confirm he was okay. You headed down to the check out, enduring some mind-numbing conversation from the receptionist, and then out to the car. You carefully set him in the passenger seat, making sure he was situated so he would get hurt by the movement of the vehicle. The drive was quiet, only the occasional forced purr from Jimin to let you know he was already and the sound of the vehicle. They were gathered in your room when you arrived. You handed Jimin off to Tae and checked over the other boys. “You’re okay?” “We’re fine,” Hoseok replied softly. “But we didn’t get Jin—” “One problem at a time, Hobi. Are any of you injured?” “Joon’s knee, but otherwise just a few scrapes. Jungkook protected us well.” Yoongi knelt on the bed beside Jimin, looking guilty. “Ah, Jiminie.” Jimin had shifted back and Taehyung was bandaging his wounds again, the shift having aggravated them slightly. He gave Yoongi a sleepy smile. “I’m okay, hyung. A little sore.” “I didn’t see anyone there. I’m so sorry, Jiminie.” You guided Namjoon to a chair, gently checking his knee. “How bad does it hurt?” “I think my pride is hurt more. They jumped us. Jin and I were talking, devising a plan for Jimin’s birthday. Well, we had been. We were also enjoying each other’s company,” He admitted in a quieter voice. “We’d both been stressed and needed to relax.” You nodded. It was normal. Joon shared his struggles with Yoongi, but sought Jimin for comfort. Especially when you were gone. “They came out of nowhere. Jin’s head was bleeding. He had pushed me out of the way even though I…usually I can sense danger. Maybe it was because I was distracted.” “It’s not your fault, Joonie,” You assured him, then put his knee back in place as you hummed a sound-proofing song. The other boys’ heads snapped towards you two as Joon yelled in pain. “Ice and elevation,” You instructed, holding his hand while Jungkook went to get ice. “You’re sidelined until I’m satisfied that you’re better.” He gave you a pained smile. “Missed you. I think.” You smiled and kissed him. “I missed you.” He winced as Jungkook propped up his leg and arranged the ice around it. “We wanted to welcome you home nicely, not like this.” You just kissed him again. There wasn’t anything you could say to comfort him, or stop him from blaming himself. He sighed, shoulders relaxing slightly under your touch. You met Jungkook’s eyes, then left Namjoon in his care as you checked on Jimin, then pulled Hoseok aside. His gaze was troubled and serious. “We dragged our feet because of sentiment and now Jin has been kidnapped, and Jiminie and Joon are both injured. Stupid. We were so stupid.” You listened to him ramble for another three or four more minutes. You watched his expressions: different combinations of worry, anger, fear, and sorrow. When he finally seemed to run out of words, you squeezed his hands. His eyes met yours. “I know,” You murmured. He took a shaky breath in. “I know.” He dropped his head to your shoulder. “What if they kill him?” You carefully stroked his hair. “I don’t think they will.” “Why?” Jungkook asked, letting you know that they were all listening. “I have a few reasons. One being that they could have done it right then and there instead of kidnapping him. But also because I like to think I’m a pretty good distraction to Namjoon, right?” Namjoon nodded emphatically. “And even distracted by me he can sense danger. So, maybe he didn’t sense danger because these people weren’t initially a threat, but they timed things wrong and panicked. Laguz and Sowilo were the only active heroes the past couple of days, it’s not hard to assume that they’re holding down the fort while the others are away, even if that’s not true.” You guided Hobi to the bed to sit. “He was disguised, right?” “Yeah, we were all disguised,” Namjoon confirmed. “Then he’s safe for now. All we can do is take care of each other and pray. Once you all are rested, I’ll see if I can find a way to locate them or see if I can sense his health” “Can’t you do it now?” Jimin asked softly. You sighed. “I need time to figure out songs. That’s why I said later.” “Don’t you have a book with songs indexed for things like this?” Yoongi asked. “No I don’t and even if I did—” Jimin frowned slightly as he cut you off, asking, “Why don’t you? I mean, you know all these songs, you even make them up but you can’t—” “I need time to calm down and rest, too! I wasn’t exactly on vacation,” You snapped. Tae winced. The silence was deafening, and none of them would look at you. You pressed back the need to shriek in frustration. “I know you’re worried, and so am I,” You forced yourself to speak gently, “We can’t do anything without rest and a plan. My priority is taking care of what I presently am able to, which is all of you. I know he’s alive, I have melodies on all of you that alert me to major injuries. It’s what I know, and it’s all I can do since you all get chronically injured and I can’t handle the constant worry. I mean, how many times have you all hurt yourselves outside of missions?” “A lot,” Jungkook answered, his voice hesitant in the quiet room. “Exactly. Now, I could be terrified for Jin, who I love as dearly as I love the rest of you, or I could make sure that I’m at my best when I kick the ass of the idiot who dared take my Jin from me. It may seem callous, but it’s the only way I am going to be able to calm myself down. He’s my love too,” You told them, tearing up in frustration. “I’d rather we were all safe and together, but we’re not. And—dear God, I feel sick…” Hoseok stood up quickly to steady you as you swayed. “Tinny?” “Toilet.” Jungkook scooped you and carried you in, making you dizzy. You weren’t sure if you made it to the toilet before heaving.

~~~~~

Part 1. Part 3.

Masterlist. ~ Series Masterpost.

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paulieshore · 5 years

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Part 6: As She Laid There

Warnings: None

Characters: Lucien, Kiro, Mc, Mentions: Gavin, Victor, Anna, Minor, Kiki

Word Count: 1697

Loveland Charity Event (series)

Just your luck, tonight you concoct a plan to avoid having to think about boys, this one being one of them…..

“Just come out for drinks with some co-workers, it’s been a stressful week.” You answered nonchalantly.

Lucien picked up quickly that you had a fair amount of alcohol tonight, your words seemed slurred and you had a bit of a sway even as you stood still.

“I see, you should be careful not to drink so much. Drink lots of water and eat something not so greasy, you’ll thank me tomorrow for it,” Lucien advised.

“Okay, will do!” You answered quickly without even saying goodbye. Grabbing your order from the bar trying not to seem so conspicuous and rush back to Minor and Kiki. You didn’t bother to look back, Lucien always seemed mysterious, popping up where you were. Alcohol plus Lucien spelled out trouble to you, as much as you felt guilty for just ditching after a quick bump in, the last thing you wanted was more drama added to your already hectic week.

You got back to the table where the three of you were sitting, Minor diving into the chicken, and Kiki going on about how it’s time to go home. You didn’t want to go though, not just yet, going home meant the night was over.

<30 Minutes later>

After getting Kiki and Minor into a cab you wanted to walk home to help sober up, only to your dismay, seemed Lucien too was walking home. What timing, feeling bad for being rude earlier you took this opportunity to walk and talk with Lucien home (you were neighbours after all). Plus, it seemed safer then walking home alone under the influence anyways.

The walk home wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, Lucien seemed well behaved keeping the teasing to a minimum. You two talked about the charity event coming up, confirming the timings, and what time he should pick you up. Taking a couple jabs at you for being a light weight, or a silly girl for thinking you could walk home alone. You both talked until reaching your door, you were saying, “goodnight and thank you for walkin--….”

When, Lucien reached out and tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear. You froze, no more words came from your mouth. You instantly felt your body temperature rise, Lucien gave you that usual smile of his as his finger glided from the back of your ear, down your neck to resting his large warm hand on your shoulder. This sent goose-bumps all over your body like wild fire.

“You know, if your ever feel stressed and are needing a friend to talk too, you can always call me. Ill listen and help in any way I can.” Lucien’s voice was low and captivating.

You were mesmerized, staring into his eyes, his face came closer and closer, out of reflex you closed your eyes, anticipating. You felt soft and warm lips pressed lightly to your forehead before parting.

You opened your eyes to see Lucien grinning, holding back a laugh, “Were you expecting more?”

You shook your head perversely, he only laughed out loud then before leaving you before your door as he entered his own home. You quickly came to your senses and fumbled into your apartment, your knees felt wobbly, heart beating 100 miles per hour. Thinking to cool yourself from what just happened you went into the bathroom for a cold shower. How were you always winding up in such situations….

Another restless night, on top of that you were hung over, practically dragging yourself out of bed and making your way to work. Upon arriving at your company, you ran into a very worried Anna, you asked what was going on.

“Our actor for todays shoot has cancelled last minute! Were due to shoot by noon!” She explained hurriedly.

At this point you thought your head might actually explode, frantically searching within your throbbing mind for some resolve to this problem. Anna and you called a quick morning meeting to discuss what to do, Minor chimes in about Gavin covering for the shoot. You thought about it only briefly, but considering Gavin hasn’t been answering you as of late, you thought best not to bug him. Kiki makes a suggestion about bringing Lucien in (winking at you when she says his name) you decline almost immediate, after last night you needed some space to sort your head out. Given Lucien and you are supposed to attend the charity event Friday. Feeling over-whelmed with everything you pick up the phone to call Victor, then as you were scrolling to Victors contact your finger glides over Kiro’s.

Yes! Kiro!

You hit dial and dashed out of the board room, anxiously waiting for an answer.

Nothing. You really felt like crying at this point. Then your phone begins to ring in hand, KIRO!

“You have no idea how happy I am you called back!” Holding back the tears, you were afraid they would burst.

“Hey Miss Chips! Long time no see, you alright?”

No, you were not alright but you had to seize this moment while it was here.

“I’m in a bit of a bind if I’m honest, our actor for today has cancelled and we have no one!” You bluntly lay it down hoping Kiro picked up what you were putting down.

“Gosh that sucks, is there anything I can help you with?” Kiro’s voice remained just as enthused.

You pause before asking, understanding Kiro’s busy schedule and the fact you didn’t bother getting back to him the other day. You cautiously went on.

“I’m sorry I never got back to you the other day, its been a week….” Pausing momentarily

“I could really use your help, and, and!! Ill make it up to you, twice over!!” You finish.

There was a silence on the other end before Kiro finally spoke, “I’m sorry but I can’t.”

You could feel the tears breaching the threshold of your eyes, today of all days, then.

“hahaha, I’m just kidding of course ill help! Super hero Kiro to the rescue!” hysterically.

If Kiro was standing in front of you right this moment you probably would have slapped him.

“Miss Chips? You there? I was kidding, just getting you back for not getting back to me the other day! Please don’t be mad! Just tell me what I got to do and I’ll make sure to be there!” His voice breaks your thoughts.

You explain the details to him and return to the board room to inform every one of the changes. Noon rolls around and Kiro and his agent appear to do the shoot, everything goes smoothly better than expected considering how you felt like death. After the wrap up Kiro approaches you.

“Wow you really don’t look well” He looks at you sympathetically.

You tell him about your plan to let loose last night and he laughs at you for not handling your’ drink. Before setting off Kiro tells you, to make up for not getting back to him and for today, you had to game out with him tonight after work. Not being able to say no considering the circumstances, you tell him sure and part ways. The day goes by slow, seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. How you hated hangovers, in the back of your mind you could hear Lucien almost vividly saying ‘I told you so’.

Finally, the day was done, you couldn’t wait to get home to have a nap before meeting up with Kiro at the agreed time and place. You woke from your nap later then planned, no time for dinner you jump into the shower and quickly get ready. You check your phone and sent Kiro a quick ‘I’m on my way’ message. Hailing a cab and making your way to one of Kiro’s homes, you’d been to this one previously, Kiro travelled lots but this place had the largest of his music instrument collections.

You arrived a couple minutes later then agreed, but none the less you were there. Kiro answered the door as excited as a puppy, dragging you in before you could apologise for being a little late. You realised quickly when he dragged you into the big living room what tonight’s plans were. There was snacks galore, a big 90inch tv, a game console with two wireless controllers sitting on the glass coffee table and on the screen of the tv; showed a very popular game.

The evening was going pretty good, time flew quickly, considering you had napped earlier you were feeling rather tired, little by little dosing off.

Kiro noticed Mc getting quieter and quieter, the side of her screen on the tv completely stopped. He looked over at the girl who was supposed to be gaming with him, asleep. He couldn’t help but smile, *she was always hustling and bustling with work and stress she probably hasn’t had much rest lately*, he thought.

Afraid to wake her and send her off, Kiro took it upon himself to lift her from her spot on the floor in-front of the TV and place her on the sofa. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do but letting her rest was most important. He gently picked her up careful not to wake her as he slowly raised her from the floor. Walking over to the sofa just on the other side of the table, against the wall that was covered in all his popular best-selling records. He laid her down and couldn’t get his arm from around the back of her shoulders. Finding himself crouching awkwardly only inches away from her face, he slowed his breathing. Completely lost in thought, she looked so peaceful, so innocent, his sight fell upon her lips. They glowed a soft creamy pink and were parted only just slightly, he felt his cheeks begin to burn. An instant desire to claim her lips as she laid there…..

To Be Continued

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demi-ro-demi · 4 years

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My Awkward First "Romance"

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before I was bullied pretty heavily in high school and I'm also asexual. Needless to say there were a lot of factors that delayed my dating experience.

I wont go into much detail, but my thought was that my asexuality was caused by my experience in school, and that nobody actually felt those feelings until they went through a transition period I liked to call "the puppy love phase" and that because I didn't go through it, my only option was to find a guy willing to wait until marriage for religious reasons, which is what may parents told me. I am not religious. I'm not against dating religious people, but the few times I've tried religion came up on the first date, and every single time he wanted to "save" me. My parents think I will have a lot in common with a nice religious boy, because religious men are so notoriously sex positive feminist lgbt+/allies. What could go wrong with a religious man and a passionately autonomous woman.

So the first and last relationship I was in was okay. I stayed with him because he was "nice" when in reality he was just non confrontational unassuming and not someone I percieved as at all threatening. He wasn't compassionate and understanding, just friendly and polite, and my family loved him for it.

It started out online on PoF (which I don't use anymore and wont until they allow bi/pan options). After meeting my fair share of thirsty suitors I was just about through. Most men were "sex positive", but expected a woman who decided she owned her body to put out on the first date, because what reason other than religion would keep a woman from giving her body to a man. Then I met this guy who was sincere and genuine, thought naive little me.

Honestly in text he was quite charming. And in person he was actually kind of handsome. But, I felt nothing when meeting him no spark no butterflies. I just didn't like him and honestly I was begging any gods that would listen that he wouldn't try to kiss me at the end of the date.

So obviously after that we were through. Just kidding! This went on for three months.

First red light was on the first date. Aside from the fact that I was not attracted to him even romantically. He asks the dreaded online dating question.

"How does a girl like you need a dating app"

There is no right answer. It's a diagnostic question "how bad is it" "how crazy are you" "what is your baggage". Its toxic annoying and speaks volumes of the askers insecurity. I decided to answer briefly, but honestly. When I meet people they usually want sex early on, so it's easier to figure out what people expect from a relationship if they spell it out on a dating app.

So I went home and my parents asked how it went and I told them about him, and that he was handsome and that he was nice. They were too thrilled that this boy "checked all the boxes" to hear me when I said I didn't really like him. Its was about a week until he showed up at my work as a romantic gesture. It would have been creepy if he wasn't a chill guy and I didn't work in the public space, but still I didn't like him and I had a lot of work to do, so it wasn't exactly welcome.

3 weeks in he met my family I was planning to break up the, but I felt so guilty he was so "nice" my family loved him and he was cute. I really didn't have what I felt was a legitimate reason to break up with him. So I went along for another month. We'd kissed a few times, he always tried to get tongue involved, but I wouldn't let him, and the topic of sex came up so I decided to tell him what I thought at the time was the whole story. Due to my class my parents recent divorce and my fractured relationship with my mother, I didn't like affection from anyone, it made me uncomfortable, and if I was going to get to a point where I was, I'd need a lot of time.

"I can't be your therapist" he said.

And I agreed with him.

After all I've gone through after telling him I'm uncomfortable and exposing everything. He still couldn't see passed his disappointment that he couldn't get it yet, and I SYMPATHIZED with him. I changed I became more attentive I let him touch my breasts, even though I didn't want to. He made me sit in his lap IN FRONT OF MY SISTERS, and my family STILL thought he was cute. He told me he loved me a month in and pressured me to say it back. I felt trapped.

It all came to a head when I told him I was getting a puppy (long time dream of mine, and he knew it) and he got jealous. He texted me non stop at work and my coworker and good friend told him to knock it off. She told him everything he did to me that was out of line. He went off on me over text. He told me our relationship was private, and that I shouldn't have told my friend that he said he loved me. He said "I don't think we can do this anymore" and oh my god the relief. I sent him a very not nasty break up text in return, and he backpedaled and stupid stupid me still believed I owed him a chance.

We fought that night over text, I felt bad and called him. If we were going to argue it should be with our own voices. I told him that my parents fought and went to bed angry and I didn't want that for us. You know. The relationship a tricked myself into believing I wanted. He hung up. The next morning he texted me and told me he didn't go to be angry and honestly, I was so pissed in that moment. He knew last night no matter how late that he wasn't angry anymore, but let ME believe he was.

I was finally done. We went shopping for puppy supplies and he asked if the puppy was going to get affection from me. I said yes, I intended to mother him a little. Come one it's a puppy. He was not happy. Rough with the breaks the door and when he put the shopping cart away he practically threw it. That was the first time I was ever afraid of him. I didn't want to get back in the car. I told him a friend wanted to meet me down the block, and I knew he needed to go back to work. So he left I called a friend to pick me up. I broke up with him over text and never told my parents about his outbursts that day.

Anyways here's the baby, he's actually 3 in this pic

#asexuel #romance

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years

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The Distance [ V-Day ]

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: 18+ [ smut + angst + college!AU ]

Word Count: 2,845

Summary: A series of drabbles about Valentine’s day and semi-bad boy!Park Jinyoung.

Your phone is a square, silver screen in the center of your palm. There’ve been no new text messages for hours, but you kept looking anyways, re-reading the messages because the silence while you wait is unbearable.

Y/N: morning [9:02 AM]

Y/N: … are we going to talk about last night? [9:31 AM]

Jinyoung: what’s there to talk about? [9:35 AM]

Y/N: maybe… idk… how you hung up on me? [9:37 AM]

Jinyoung: you told me to! [9:38 AM]

Y/N: yeah, bc I couldn’t hear over the music [9:39 AM]

Jinyoung: babe, you know this is my job… [9:40 AM]

Y/N: I know. [9:40 AM]

Y/N: I just wish that, for once, I could say goodnight to my boyfriend like a normal person [9:41 AM]

Jinyoung: babe… [9:41 AM]

Y/N: I know, I know. It’s your job. [9:42 AM]

That didn’t make it any easier.

Shortly after graduation, you went off to college and Jinyoung – well, Jinyoung had a friend starting off as a DJ. He asked Jinyoung to design the logo for his set, then the merch for the show – one thing led to another, and Jinyoung now designs graphics for artists. Not just little ones but big ones, famous artists who gain him a lot of attention and notoriety. He travels cross-country for work, city-hopping every night while you attend class for your major. He has this amazing new job, and you know this is something he loves – but being his long-term girlfriend tends to be difficult because of it.

You suppose the word is applicable – long-term. You two have been dating for four years at this point; five, if you count the amorphous eight months when you were just hooking up. That’s a long time to be together, especially with most of that time being spent apart. Two and a half years since you came to college, two and half years of dealing with missed phone calls and text messages, rushed weekend visits which never seem to be enough.

Years of Jinyoung calling from the road, speaking in muffled corners of clubs to tell you goodnight. It’s exhausting, and the past couple of months have been the worst yet. Jinyoung is always in demand, traveling both internationally and not – there are times you don’t even know where he is, much less when he’ll call. This was the case the other night, when Jinyoung called to wake you up nearly an hour after going to bed.

“Hullo?” you groaned, clearing your throat. The room around you was dark, quiet but for the sounds of the wind.

“Babe? It’s me.”

You opened one eye. “Jinyoung?” you asked, rolling over to check the clock. “It’s nearly 1:00 AM.”

“Ah, shit,” he mumbled, sounding further away. You heard laughter in the background, the sounds of something breaking – before a door was opened and shut and his voice became suddenly clearer. “That better?”

“Yeah,” you exhaled, falling flat on your back. “What’s up?”

“Well,” Jinyoung hesitated – he sounded nervous, you noticed. “It’s been a while since we spoke.”

You said nothing to this, chewed the inside of your lip because yes, it had been awhile – this was purposeful on your end because recently, you’d just stopped calling. You stopped being the initiator, stopping making the plans because you realized it was always you doing that. You were always the one trying, always the one asking and quite frankly, you were sick of it.

To be fair, you hadn’t told him all this – which would explain Jinyoung’s current state of confusion. Rather violently, you picked at your comforter – you weren’t angry when you first picked up the phone, but hearing his voice brought all these feelings rushing back. You hadn’t talked to him in a week and this was the first time he thought of to call. You texted, yes, but didn’t say much. Just sent each other videos and memes – things which made you think of the other without really conversing.

Jinyoung: lol Jaebum sent me this last night and I thought of you https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glii-kazad8 [10:08 PM]

Jinyoung: why do cities put these ‘LOOK OUT, FALLING ICE’ signs on the sidewalk? What good could that POSSIBLY do, if ice were really falling? [4:12 PM]

Jinyoung: so. there’s this sea otter at the zoo and istg it’s your friend Youngjae [1:21 PM]

These texts are fine, and you responded to each of them – but the other day you were talking to your mom and she asked how Jinyoung was. Her question floored you, because you really didn’t know. You knew he was alive, knew he was working and knew that you missed him. That was about it, though – hence the current state of iciness.

Jinyoung was silent on the other end of the line. “It’s not my imagination, is it?”

Playing with your sheets, you managed a sigh. “No, it’s not your imagination.”

“O-kay,” Jinyoung began, and you imagined him running a hand through his hair. “So, what’s this all about? Don’t make me read your mind, Y/N… I have to go back in five.”

That tendril of anger formed into a ball, dropping straight into the pit of your stomach. “Why did you call, then?” you retorted, sitting up straight. “If you knew you didn’t have time to talk, why call me at all?”

Jinyoung made a small noise of frustration. “Would you rather I didn’t?” he asked, incredulous. “I’m sorry Y/N, for whatever I did. There were a few moments I had between sets, and I figured we could talk.”

“Well, you’ve got me here now,” you grumbled. “Is that all?”

“I just wanted to call you!”

“You don’t have time to,” you reminded, knowing this was petty. It was hard to refrain though, when you missed him so much and had no one to blame for it. No one to vent to, no one to yell at because it was all just so reasonable that Jinyoung was gone.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be like that,” he sighed, music growing loud in the background. “I don’t want to fight with you, I don’t have the time. I just wanted to… I don’t know, hear your voice.”

“You never have time,” you muttered, ignoring this last part. “And this is my voice. Sorry it’s not very happy, but I just woke up. I have a 7:30 class in the morning and this is the first I’ve been able to sleep before 2:00 AM this week. And,” you blurted, “stop acting like you’re the only one who’s busy! Stop acting like your work is more important than mine, and like I should always rearrange my schedule for you.”

Jinyoung fell silent for a moment. When he didn’t respond immediately, you listened to the sounds of bass rattling the walls around him. “I don’t… think your work is less important than mine,” he clarified, sounding awkward. “I just think my schedule is… a bit more inflexible than yours, right now.”

“Oh, god,” you groaned, one arm over your face. “Are you kidding me? Just because you didn’t study in school, Jinyoung, doesn’t mean that I don’t. My classes are inflexible, just like your work. The amount of homework I have is inflexible, and if you even think –”

“Okay, okay,” Jinyoung interrupted, backtracking hastily. “I’m sorry, Y/N, really. I don’t think your classes are less important than my stuff, or – fuck,” he groaned, his name being yelled somewhere in the distance. “I really have to go. But –”

“Fine,” you huffed, closing your eyes – the skin of them was burning, tears ready to fall. “Just go, then.”

“I don’t want to,” he muttered, pained.

“I don’t care what you want,” you blurted, even though you did.

“Y/N…”

“Just go,” you inhaled, stopping. Suddenly sick, you were about to apologize – but then heard a click, loud in your ear. Stomach twisting, you pulled your phone back to look at the screen. Yes, the screen was now dark. He’d ended the call, hung up the phone and when you realized this, you turned your face into your pillow and cried.

Waking the next morning, the pain was worse. Jinyoung’s texts didn’t help – he said all the right things but they didn’t seem to matter, because the next day was Valentine’s Day and he hadn’t said a word. The next day was also your anniversary, but you weren’t sure he remembered this either. Jinyoung had the tendency to forget – he was meticulous, so overly concerned with detail he often forgot the big picture.

Big picture things like phone calls and anniversaries. Swallowing hard, you looked up from your phone before sliding this into your pocket. Walking forward, you struggled with the rest of the day. It was hard, really hard to ignore the aching feeling which came from missing him.

Jinyoung: hey [4:14 PM]

Y/N: hi [4:17 PM]

Jinyoung: I wanted to say that I’m sorry, Y/N [4:18 PM]

Y/N: mm. what for? [4:19 PM]

Jinyoung: for being so absent [4:20 PM]

Jinyoung: I know it’s my job, but sometimes I get so caught up in one thing I forget about everything else. I know we haven’t been talking as much and I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll do better. Just give me the chance, I swear [4:22 PM]

Y/N: babe [4:22 PM]

Jinyoung: you called me babe [4:23 PM]

Jinyoung: … does this mean I’m forgiven? 😇 [4:23 PM]

Y/N: babe, I don’t want you to feel guilty about loving your work [4:24 PM]

Jinyoung: I know this. I also know I love you, but don’t know if you realize how much [4:25 PM]

Y/N: oh? [4:25 PM]

Jinyoung: like, my job is cool and all but it’s driving me crazy. [4:26 PM]

Y/N: ha. How so? [4:26 PM]

Jinyoung: Well. I miss you, Y/N. I miss you so fucking much. I want this job, I know I have to do this, but just – everything would be better if you were here. [4:27 PM]

Jinyoung: you’re the first person I want to tell shit to. You’re the first sight I want to see in the morning and honestly, it’s a kick to my gut every time that you’re not. When I sleep, I stare at my phone and know you’re already sleeping and know I shouldn’t wake you, but fuck do I want to just to hear your voice [4:29 PM]

Jinyoung: Have I told you I save your voicemails [4:30 PM]

Jinyoung: I have a bunch of them saved and listen when I can’t fall asleep. I listen and it makes falling asleep easier, but not much [4:31 PM]

Jinyoung: I just… I’m sorry our schedules suck right now. Know I miss you and would drop everything in a heartbeat to see you, if I could [4:32 PM]

By this point, you’re just staring at the screen. Just watching his texts come in and trying to hide the sudden wave of emotion. Jinyoung doesn’t normally speak like this, is never so forthcoming with his feelings. You think you might cry – would’ve already, if you weren’t walking down the middle of the quad. Your last class ended ten minutes prior, meaning it’s finally the weekend and all you want is to get to your dorm and call Jinyoung in private.

Y/N: I love you too, babe [4:34 PM]

Y/N: I’m sorry. I know the past few months have been hard on us both. Thank you… for this. And btw, happy Anniversary : ) [4:35 PM]

Jinyoung: oh, fuck [4:35 PM]

Jinyoung: I knew I was forgetting something… [4:36 PM]

Rolling your eyes, you walk up the stairs to your dorm. Swiping your key at the door, you wander inside – still staring at your phone, at the sight of Jinyoung’s blinking ellipses.

“Guess my present better be good,” a voice announces to your side. “To make up for forgetting, huh?”

Startled, you whirl. Your mouth slowly drops, seeing Jinyoung standing there in the lobby. He’s leaning against your wall, dressed in that stupid leather jacket of his – and the moment you see him, you’re running. When you reach his body, you crash into his chest and throw your arms about him.

“Y/N,” Jinyoung chuckles, arms wrapping firmly. “Did you miss me?”

Burying your face into his t-shirt, you shake your head. “No.”

Jinyoung laughs, pulling away to look at you. “No?” he teases, laughter cut short when you kiss him.

His breath hitches as his hands pull you tighter, lips parting with yours to urge a groan from his throat. When his hands find your hair, your hips press together – and you remember quite suddenly, you’re still in the lobby. “Come on,” you break away, grabbing his hand. “Not here. You’ll get me in trouble, if we fuck in the dorm.”

Jinyoung just grins, reaching for his bag while you tug him inside. His hair is mussed from your fingertips, lips still pink with cold as he follows you eagerly up the three flights of stairs. “What if I want to get in trouble,” he teases, grabbing your hips. “What if,” he exhales, dropping a kiss to your neck, “I want to be punished?”

Shivering, you unlock the door quickly, shoving this open to point at your bed. “Get over there, now.”

The first time you fuck is fast – a needy bruise of hips and mouths and limbs. Each groping for the other, fingers gripping tightly while you sink down on his length. There’s barely enough time to remove clothes, Jinyoung pulling your panties aside as he thrusts upwards. He moves hard, fast while fucking and it’s been so long, you’ve missed him so much that you come embarrassingly quickly.

Jinyoung has always been good like that, using his fingers to guide you along, adding just the right amount of pressure to push you over the edge. When you come, it’s blinding – you grab his hair only to choke on his name. Jinyoung comes following, hips gradual in their slowing.

The second time you fuck, it’s slower, lazier. Jinyoung lowers you down on the bed, kisses a soft, leisurely path down the slope of your chest. When he pushes his cock between your legs it’s slow – groaning, about how wet you are from before. He switches positions in the middle, lowering himself down on his back only to grab your hips and turn you around. You’re facing away from him now, legs straddling his waist as you sink slowly onto him.

Being in control is something you enjoy, as are the noises he makes watching your ass rise and full – until he growls impatiently, and flips you beneath him. “I want to see you come,” Jinyoung moans, kissing you as he pushes inside. His hands circle your wrists, stretching your arms overhead before kissing down your chest. He flicks your nipple with his tongue, hips rolling sensually while you arch up against him.

“Jinyoung,” you gasp, already tightening. “Please.”

“Please, what,” he whispers, lips merciless.

“Let me come,” you demand.

Jinyoung nods, hands traveling lower. He spreads your legs with his fingers – the sounds of him entering you slick and hard, while you grasp for control. “Jinyoung,” you whimper, biting down on his shoulder. “Please.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, hearing your desperation.

When you finally release, he comes as well and you shiver, forcing your eyes open to look at him. It’s been a while since you went on the pill, since you made it routine to be tested. Now that you have, that you know what his bare dick feels like, warm cum inside you – it’s impossible to return to before.

Jinyoung stays like that, buried inside you while brushing hair back from your face and whispering stupid things. “I missed you,” he sighs. “I love you. We should get chicken later, because Miami has the worst selection of Asian food anywhere in America.”

“Worse than Texas?”

“Much worse,” he groans when you smile. Gently, he removes himself from your body, grabbing for a tissue and cleaning only to fall back beside you. “I’m sorry. You know that, right?” he asks you, suddenly serious.

You nod, pulling him into you. “I know.”

“I just,” Jinyoung exhales, tracing a small circle on your hip. “What’s a couple of rough months, when I want you forever.”

You can only blink, staring back at him. Jinyoung never says things like that. He never discusses the future, never talks about what it could or might hold. This is the first he’s even implied that there is one, at least out loud.

“I,” you hesitate, still struggling to comprehend. “I guess, yeah.”

Jinyoung flushes, head ducking. “I don’t want to be corny,” he mumbles, into your skin. “I just fucking love you and want you to know.

Faintly, you smile – as your arms tighten around him. “I love you, too.”

And that’s the last (real) fight you have over distance.

[ V-Day Master List ]

#jinyoung fanfic #got7 fanfic #jinyoung smut #got7 smut #jinyoung au #got7 au

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coffeeaddictedauthor · 6 years

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Magic and Chemistry

Prompt: Your Stephens prodigy and you might have a thing for a certain spider-man (And of course Tony and Stephen are dating because there has to be Ironstrange in this)

Thank you so much for the prompt! I love it, I get to write for all three of my favorite characters! I hope this was what you envisioned!

Pairings: Reader x Peter Parker, Reader and Stephan Strange, Stephan Strange x Tony Stark, Tony Stark and basically everyone, Peter Parker and basically everyone

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Stephen wanted nothing more than a relaxing day, one that consisted of meditating peacefully in the sanctity of his bedroom with a book held plainly in his hands and the soft melodies of David Bowie drifting through the air, but was he going to get that? Evidently not

You shattered his plans as you came barreling through his bedroom door, a smile dancing on your lips and the burst of energy clear in your composure “I’m goin out! See you later tonight, don’t wait up old man!” You declared swiftly already moving to bounce out of the room as quickly as you bounced in, hoping to not leave any room for interjections from the Sorcerer Supreme, but of course that didn’t work

His floating back was to you as his eyes never left his book “Out?” You heard the man question, his low voice stopping your movements

“Yeah, out. Like outside, where normal people live and function, not that you would understand” you rambled, your sarcastic tone laying way to a heavy eye roll from Stephen

“I’m gonna need more than that” he briefly declared

You gave a heavy sigh as your body leaned against the door you had thrown open “It was good enough for Wong” you grumbled, trying not to give up the details of your personal life since you knew quite well what would happen if you did

He quirked an eyebrow “I’m not Wong am I?” The man questioned with the reminiscent of a smile

After a few moments of silence, and realizing Stephen wasn’t going to give in you took a deep breath before eliciting for a loud groan “I’m going to go meet Peter over at Stark towers” you spoke, words flowing quickly out of you mouth in an attempt to try and make Stephen not understand you but alas, of course he did

Both eyebrows rose as he finally directed his attention to you “Peter now hmm?” The man began, you knew this was coming

Crinkling your eyes closed you shook your head “C’mon Stephan please don’t do this” you pleaded, already feeling color rush to your face

“Do what?” He questioned feigning innocence as a smile tugged at his lips “I’m just curious as to who hangs out with my little prodigy”

Opening your eyes you stared daggers into him “Well now you know, may I leave please”

He clicked his tongue as his feet slowly hit the ground, already beginning to stride over to you “Not yet” he began “Tell me about this meeting, what is it exactly? What are your intentions with the Spider-Boy and what are his intentions with you?”

About to open your mouth to say something along the lines of ‘none of your business Gandalf’ you shut it again quickly finding a better, more intuitive response, a small smile beginning to form on your own lips “I don’t know Stephan, maybe they’re the same as your intentions with Stark?” You fought back with defiance and a smug look

Stephens cheeks quickly flushed as he glanced down at you, the two of you falling into an intimidating silence. It was quite obvious that your master had a thing for the millionaire engineer, and it was quite funny for you to watch. You knew Stephan and you could see through all his lies of going over to Stark towers for a ‘sparring lesson’ or for an ‘intellectual discussion’, you knew they were much more graphic and intimate than that. Thinking of a way to get back on top Stephan’s flushed cheeks quickly returned back to their normal color “Fine” he began

“Thanks Stephie! Still, don’t wait up-“

But you were cut off by a raise of Stephan’s finger “But I’ll be coming with you”

You quickly lost your smile as you watched the sorcerer, looking for any signs of him just joking but you found none “Ewww why?”

He slowly began to gain back his smug grin as he slipped his sling ring out of his pocket and onto his fingers “To keep an eye on you” he declared “If you two are anything like Stark and I I’ll have to make sure you two never get within arms length” and with that his smile turned mischievous as his hands formed a portal into the middle of Tony’s living room, your face contorting into one of disgust “TMI Steph” you mumbled before grumpily stepping through his portal and hearing it close behind you as he followed after you

With your rather dramatic entrance you were sure to spook Peter whose former relaxing body shot up from the couch he was just lounging on as his eyes rapidly moved to the portal you had just stepped through “Whoa!” He started, a nervous laugh following “Y/N! I thought you said you were gonna walk over” Peter questioned a tug of a smile appearing on his lips all before his eyes landed on the tall figure behind you, Peter’s face slowly beginning to lose color “Mr. Strange!” he said in a voice a bit too startled, his hand beginning to rub the back of his neck

“Dr. Strange” Stephen corrected, which only caused the boy in front of him to fidget more

You offered a sigh in response, taking a step forward as your hand found their way into your jeans back pockets “Well I was gonna” you started, shooting an angry glare at your master who stood smugly behind you “But someone decided to invite themselves to the party”

“I see that” Peter responded, his eyes too afraid to peel themselves off of Stephens before he finally gained the courage, his eyes moving to settle on yours, his whole demeanor slowly relaxing “Well, uh, Dr. Strange did you want to join Y/N and I?” the boy timidly questioned, still unsure on what exactly Stephen was doing here

You moved to answer first “No-”

“-Yes” Stephen interjected as he took a step to stand by your side “I want to get to know Peter a bit more, have a talk with the kid trying to court my little prodigy”

With that you heard Peter choke himself on air alone, coughing loudly, trying to clear his blocked air way

“Court? Really? That’s what you’re going with here?”

“Well it is his intentions is it not?” Strange retorted, his eyebrows raised as his lips rose in a smile, watching poor Peter still feverishly choking “You do like Y/N don’t you Peter?”

Throwing your head into your hands you wished you had never even come in the first place, or at least, never told Strange you were leaving. Wong was definitely your favorite master

“Of-Of course” the boy choked out, his eyes wide as he was uncertain on what to say “I like Y/N a lot”

His words brought a quiet smile to your face, the two of you weren’t exactly dating, not yet at least, but you two had definitely spent intimate moments together, ones that mainly took place at night when Stephan was asleep and you were able to portal over to Peter’s with ease or even have the spiderling sneak into your room at the sanctum. The thoughts began to consume you, the only thing pulling you away from the fond memories was the voice of Strange “And don’t you think it to be smart to have a talk with her master before you make any further advancements towards her?”

“What are you my dad?!” You questioned incredulously, willing the man with your mind to please stop

Waving you off with his hand his attention turned back to Peter “Let the boy answer”

Peter went red at that, the memories that you had just thought of obviously filtering through his head as well. He began to feel guilty for not addressing the Sorcerer sooner, but he didn’t feel too bad because the man was terrifying when he wanted to be “Yea-Yes of course, is that what you wanted to talk about?”

Stephen opened his mouth to reply, loving holding this kid in the palm of his hand when you finally interjected him, trying to put the boy you adored out of his misery “No actually he didn’t, he came here because he has plans with Tony?” you pushed, trying to get the stupid sorcerer away from you

“Maybe Tony could join us?” Stephen suggested, not letting up his own stubborn attitude to make way for your own “I’m sure he’d love to sit down and chat about this relationship as well”

“What relationship?” A new voice interjected, wafting into the room with confidence and humor, the three of you turning your heads to watch Tony stride into the room, his head hung as his eyes gazed upon a blueprint screen in his hands, tapping it a few times before sliding it into his back pocket and pointing his attention up at you “Hermione and Dumbledore!” he says, a smile slipping onto his lips as his eyes filter between the two of you “What a pleasant surprise”

“God this is a shit show” you mumbled lowly under your breath quiet enough to where only Peter could hear, his lips curling into a desperately needed humored smile

“Pete you didn’t tell me we had guests” Tony scolded, directing his attention to Peter who looked like he was about to explode

“Well, to be fair, I did tell you Y/N was coming over later today” the boy responded, his hand returning back to his neck to once again rub it raw

Tony made a few clicking noises with his tongue as he wagged his finger at the boy “Yeah that’s right, you did, something ‘bout a chem test right?”

Peter lit up at that, hoping to get this situation cleared to where he could just take you and disappear “Yeah exactly”

With a nod of Tony’s head his gaze left Peters and turned to Stephan's, cocking an eyebrow at the sorcerer “So then why are you here Dumbledore?”

Stephan was about to open his mouth, probably to say something stupid, but you weren’t about to have any of it “He came to see you” you interjected, giving your master a rather rough nudge, pushing him towards the other man, you knew you’d get yelled at for that later

Tony glanced between you and Stephan, biting down on his lower lip “S’that so?”

Stephan’s eyes went from you to Peter, weighing his options of continuing to mess with the two of you or go to Tony and mess with him. He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in before a smile appeared on his lips “It is Anthony” he began, beginning to move closer to the engineer “Thought we could maybe look over some of your new gadgets” he quipped, his smile turning mischievous as you could feel yourself about to throw up

The engineer quickly understood Stephan as he too found himself smiling “Well you’re in luck, I have plenty of new gadgets to discuss” the man responded, nearing closer to the other “C’mon, leave these kids alone and I’ll show ya” he began “I’m sure you’ve tortured them enough with your intense stare and overall presence. Specifically Pete over there who looks like he’s bout to pass out” and with that Tony was tugging at the other mans arm “You’ve done enough for today” to which Stephen gave a nod to and allowed himself to be lead further into Stark towers and into the mans workshop, completely out of sight and ear shot

With the fleeting presence of your master and Tony you immediately turned to Peter who was both confused and terrified as you began to laugh at the whole situation “Oh my god I am so sorry”

His composure slowly began to relax once more as he listened to the melodious sounds of your laughter, letting out a few chuckles himself he neared closer to you “Should I even ask about what just happened?”

“I barley know myself” you responded truthfully, finally being able to give the boy a genuine smile that filtered all the way to your eyes

A calming silence steadied itself between the two of you before he remembered why this mess had even started “So chemistry?” Peter questioned, gesturing to his room in Stark Towers

“Yeah, sounds good” you replied, about to walk towards the boys room before you felt his hand on yours

You felt him intertwine your fingers as he pulled you close to himself “I feel like we never even said hi to each other” he admitted while a bashful pink traveled up from his neck, resting on his cheeks

“Maybe that’s because we never did” you reminded, suppressing a quiet laugh that instead formed itself through a lopsided grin

Grinning himself he reached for your other hand, curling his fingers in between your own before he began to swing both of your hands childishly. The two of you started at each other for a moment, his eyes losing themselves in your own, his thumbs drawing soothing circles on the backs of your hands. It wasn’t anything special but it made you feel safe, your hands secured by his own as he gently lowered his forehead to rest against your own, his hot breath tingling every fiber in your entranced body “Hi” he mumbled, barley audible, a dopey smile spread evenly on his face

Giggling quietly you cutely scrunched up your nose and hummed peacefully “Hi”

You didn’t know who released hands first, one set of intertwining fingers leaving each other to place themselves somewhere else on each others bodies, Peter’s now free hand settling perfectly on your waist as your own drew itself up to the nape of his neck, your fingers curling themselves into the baby hairs that settled themselves in his lower hairline “I thought Dr. Strange was gonna rope me into a game of twenty questions and If i didn’t answer something correctly he would kill me” Peter confessed, his lips smiling but his eyes proving that he was pretty scared

“Awe I’d never let him hurt you” you started, squeezing his hand lightly for reassurance “He might be the Sorcerer Supreme but I’m scrappy as hell. Plus Wong would definitely back me up”

The boy laughed at that, any tension help up in the room completely fading between stolen glances and wishful smiles

“You know, I feel like I deserve something nice for being put through all of that” The boy quipped, a lopsided grin transforming his smile

Glancing up at the boy you quirked a brow “Oh yeah? And what do you feel you deserve there Parker?”

He feigned thought for a moment “A medal would be nice, something that said ‘I survived Dr. Stephan Strange’” he began, tilting his head down

“Hmm that might take a while to make...would you settle for something else?” you bargained, pleasure apparent in your words

“Like?”

“Like this” and with that you closed the distance as you met him in the middle, pressing your lips together in a long overdue kiss that melted you to your core

The hand around your waist was strong and secure while the other hand intertwined in your own made you feel like you were floating, the way his lips danced along your own was worth the pestering from Stephan, speaking of whom

“Chemistry test huh?” you heard a voice announce itself, loud enough to cause the two of you to go flying apart from one another, heart rate high and nerves on end

“Leave em alone Stephie” Tony grumbled, his own arm around the waist of the sorcerer “I think they’re cute” the engineer confessed as he threw the two of you a wink, color flooding to both of your faces “Besides, you’re no better” and with that Tony did the least expected thing you could’ve thought of as he reached down and slapped the sorcerers ass, hard

Stephan’s face flushed completely white as Tony only chuckled, Peter and you sharing a humorous glance of ‘I don’t know what’s happening but I’m not mad about it’ “Back to the lab Gandalf!” and before anyone else could say anything Stephan basically ran back into seclusion leaving you and Peter alone once more where instead of staying out in the open the two of you floated on to the boys room continuing once more with your ‘chemistry test’

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