#we like let our eyes meet each other’s chins and then we were like cool this isnt my friend this is awkward we are in a small hallway togeth

[freedomfireflies]

Mine*

Summary: Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession.

But he's found the perfect way to make it right.

Word Count: 3.6k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“So, what did he say?”

“What do you think he said? Gave me some bullshit excuse about not knowing the rule and tried to save his own ass.”

Harry tsks as he throws an arm over the back of the sofa. “Fucking pathetic. They’re all the same.”

“All of ’em,” Asher agrees with a nod. “But I had a couple of the guys tail him, and he led us straight back to the warehouse.”

“Good. Think it’s time we pay him a little visit,” Harry decides before his eyes trail over to where you still stand in the kitchen.

You usually try to keep your distance when Harry’s in one of his meetings. And perhaps this isn’t exactly an official meeting per se, seeing as it’s taking place in your living room. But nevertheless, you’re hesitant to interfere.

Besides, you’re more than content to just watch when he’s in his element like this. Like to watch the way his expression will grow dark, and his voice will take on a certain edge. The way he’ll speak about death as if recalling the weather. The way he’ll drop threats as if they were weightless.

He can be quite intimidating when he wants to be. Most of the men that work for him won’t even make eye-contact with him. And you’re almost certain a few of them have even pissed themselves on occasion.

Asher is about the only one who doesn’t flinch when Harry enters a room. Perhaps that’s the result of their lifelong friendship, or perhaps it’s because he knows he’s Harry’s right-hand man. 

Either way, Asher is the only man on the team that Harry truly trusts. Which is probably why he was invited to your home this evening.

Of course, Harry claimed he merely wanted to relax and catch-up. But you knew better. 

The only way to get Harry Styles to actually unwind and relax is by fucking him.

You fidget by the fridge as you’re forced under his cool stare, a tad apprehensive about why you’ve garnered his attention. You hope you haven’t disturbed their conversation, although you do wish he’d wrap it up.

He’s hardly been home the past couple of weeks. You understand why, of course. A threat was made to the company that Harry needed to eliminate. And you’d never stand in the way of his work.

But…you miss him. Miss getting to be near him. And maybe you wouldn’t as much if he actually allowed you to visit him at his office. But he declared it was too unsafe. He doesn’t like when other men look at you. Doesn’t appreciate when the people that he pays get the nerve to gawk at what’s his.

Although, truthfully, you think it’s rather cute how overprotective he gets.

Harry smirks as he motions you forward, seemingly amused. “Come here, sugar. You’re too far.”

Relieved to know he’s not upset, you let out a deep breath and obey his command, feet padding across the hardwood floor to bring you closer to where they reside.

You smile a shy greeting at Asher, who offers an entertained grin of his own before Harry is looping his outstretched arm around your waist and placing you on his lap.

“There,” he declares as his chin slips over your shoulder. “S’much better, isn’t it?”

You nod, face warming and hands gathering in front of you.

You’re not sure why you’ve gone so quiet. So still. Something feels…off. Incomplete, in a sense. 

Sure, the warmth of his body is doing wonders for this…lost feeling in your head, but it still doesn’t feel like it's…enough.

However, Harry can read you like a book. Knows what each nervous habit and tic means. Knows when you’re feeling anxious, nervous, shy.

Submissive.

And he knows exactly how to fix it.

“Was just telling Asher here about sending our good friend Sean a little message,” Harry murmurs, subtly pulling you back into his chest. “M’getting so fucking tired of playing all these games. Tired of being kept…from what’s most important.”

His fingers begin to tap against your thigh, maybe in an attempt to call your attention to him, but either way…it makes your thighs squeeze a bit closer together.

You feel him smile into your neck. “Are you tired, too, mama?” he hums, in that low tone of voice he knows makes you weak. “Tired of waiting for me? Tired of needing me to make it better?”

Despite yourself, your lashes flutter as you sink even further into his hold. Needing to be encompassed by him. Cocooned by his smell, and his touch, and his intentions.

You’re vaguely aware of the way he’s begun toying with your dress, gently guiding the fabric further up your legs. Giving you enough time to realize. To stop him if that’s what you want.

And maybe you should want to stop him. Should be more concerned about poor Asher, forced to watch from his chair a few feet away. But right now…right now it feels necessary. Like if you stop him…you’ll die.

“So unfair. Being kept from you,” Harry whispers, pressing his lips to the skin just below your ear. “So fucking unfair…knowing that you’re waiting here for me. Like a good girl. Laid out in our bed…needing me to take care of you.”

The cool air feels sinful against your bare thighs, but you welcome it. Welcome the chill that travels down your spine as your cunt grows a bit needier.

Despite yourself, you begin to squirm over his lap, rather desperate for some friction. For him.

And he chuckles darkly at your attempt, the one arm on your hip tightening ever-so-slightly to prevent a second effort. “And I haven’t been, have I? Haven’t been taking care of you the way you need. The way you deserve. Huh, sugar?”

You’re quick to shake your head, longing to appease him. Make him happy. Give him whatever he wants. An answer, your body, your time.

He has it. It’s his.

His hands find their way to your underwear. He’s gentle. Tame. Innocently grazing his finger over the front of your soaked panties as he hums with contentment.

“Oh, my poor little girl,” he coos, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Bet it hurts, doesn’t it? Bet you feel so fucking empty…don’t you, mama?”

Another quick nod, your eyes growing heavy as you rest back against his shoulder, breaths quick and light.

He adds a bit more pressure. Enough to make you choke on a whimper as you steel yourself against his chest. You grasp onto his wrist, maybe in an attempt to warn him, or maybe in an attempt to just…touch him. Be a part of it. But either way, you don’t let go.

“What?” he asks gently, dancing a few innocent kisses down the curve of your neck. “What, sugar? What do you need?”

And you want to tell him. You do. But…you can’t speak. You couldn’t really speak before, either, but now…now it’s impossible.

Instead, you sigh. You sigh and you squeeze his arm and you hope that he understands.

Which he does. 

He always understands you.

“Come on, honey. Tell me,” he pushes, the determined strokes growing a bit more powerful. “Need me to make it better?”

You swallow thickly, a soft whine melting from between your lips as you slowly grind into his hand.

But that small voice inside your head reminding you that you aren’t capable of making a coherent decision pipes up. 

Harry doesn’t share. He never has, he never will. You don’t imagine he’d appreciate Asher bearing witness to such a sight, and you have to wonder if Harry even remembers the poor man is even still in the room.

Your head rolls, eyes finding Asher’s figure, still seated in his chair. You’re hoping to call attention to him, so Harry is forced to recall his presence.

And it works, Harry looking over as well while Asher murmurs, “Hi, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks heat up as you nestle further back into Harry’s chest.

However, instead of growing annoyed, Harry simply smiles. “Oh, sweet girl. Are you worried about him?”

You nod once, looking back up at your rather cocky boyfriend.

In return, he tsks soothingly, hand coming up to brush down your cheek. “You don’t have to worry about Asher, mama. He doesn’t mind. Does he?”

“Not at all,” Asher replies calmly, almost as if unaffected by the scandalous act before him. “What the boss man wants…the boss man gets.”

And for some reason, knowing the handsome second in command is watching you makes your mind grow that much fuzzier. As if fully surrendering to that floating feeling trying to trap you.

Once Harry sees that you’ve fully succumbed to your subspace, he hums again, and presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s okay, sugar. M’gonna take care of you. I’ve got you, all right?”

You don’t have the strength to nod, instead making a rather needy noise as you tug on his arm and turn to bury your face in his neck.

 Another chuckle emits from his chest, reverberating across your back as he readjusts in his seat to get started.

First, he takes hold of the pathetic excuse for underwear you slipped on and begins dragging them down your thighs. Then, after eagerly flicking them free from your ankles, he tosses them toward his partner. “Hold these for me, yeah?”

Asher catches them midair, nodding his understanding as you suck in a sharp breath. 

And you can’t help but squirm, now growing hot under the realization of your nakedness to the room.

But you appreciate the way both men attempt to make you feel safe. Asher doesn’t stare, instead relaxing in his seat as if this were an everyday occurrence for him. Patiently waiting for Harry’s next instruction. Obediently waiting for him to do what he needs to do.

And Harry does what he always does. He takes care of you. Whispers things in your ear like, “Shh. That’s it, there’s my sweet girl. I’ve got you, honey. Just gonna have a little taste, yeah?”

It’s an out-of-body experience. It’s like you’re here…but you’re not. You know he’s touching you but that’s all you know. It’s all you want.

He takes your legs in each hand before pulling you further open, resting your thighs on the outsides of his. 

You’re good and truly spread now, allowing even more of the cool air to travel its way to your aching cunt.

And you shiver when you feel it, lashes falling shut as you take a deep breath in. Harry’s familiar cologne calming your nerves almost instantly.

“There you go,” he praises gently, smoothing his palms along your skin. “That’s it. Just relax for me, okay? Relax…”

So you do. You release each inhibition and just…let him. Let him do whatever, take whatever, have whatever he wants.

When his fingers return to your pussy, it’s like magic. Exactly what had been missing, and you jolt at the faint but welcome contact.

He teases you for a moment, dragging his touch up and down, through and over. Never in. Never hard. 

Never enough.

And you whimper every time he leaves your swollen clit, wishing more than anything that he would merely give you what he knows you need.

Maybe he’s trying to show off for Asher. Or maybe he just likes having an audience and wants to prolong the experience.

Either way, it almost kills you.

“Please,” you breathe, once again attempting to thrust up into his hand before pouting when he pulls away.

“Please?” he repeats, grip constricting around you. “Please what, hm? What do you need, sweet girl?”

Another displeased huff as you scratch your nails down his tattooed skin, pressing deep into the ink as if hoping to see it bleed.

The fucker has the nerve to laugh. “S’not an answer, is it, mama?”

You’re growing impatient, half a mind to shove his hand away and do it yourself. Which you don’t think he’d mind.

No, he doesn’t like when you touch yourself. But that’s only if you don’t ask permission. As long as you ask him first and allow him to either see it or hear it…he doesn’t mind.

“Touch me,” you whisper, so faintly, you’re almost sure he didn’t hear.

And you’re proven correct when he dips down and murmurs, “Again.”

“Touch me,” you repeat, a little bit louder, but still airy. “Please, Har…please touch me.”

Another tsk. A deliberating noise as if debating whether or not to agree. “I don’t know. S’kind of in the middle of something. Maybe I should finish my meeting first, hm? Think you can sit here and wait for me?”

And you groan. Because no. No, you can’t possibly wait. Not anymore than you already have, and he’s so cruel. So fucking cruel to do this to you.

“You can,” he decides, ignoring your outraged plea. “You can be good for me. Know you can, sugar. Come on.”

With that, he leans back against the couch, and turns to Asher, diving once again into their previous discussion.

And you assume that part of Harry’s little game will involve him taking his hand away from you. To actually make you wait until he’s decided it’s your turn.

But you’re more than surprised when he continues his light, feathery touches across your cunt. Playing with your folds and your clit almost mindlessly. 

“Should I send the guys down tomorrow?” Asher asks, fighting a smirk as Harry mulls this over.

“Not yet,” he decides. “No. No, I think we need to make him sweat it out a bit. He knows we’re coming. Let the fucker spin.”

“I’ll have Blake watch him,” Asher replies. “Make sure he doesn’t skip town.”

“Good.”

“You wanna bring him in for questioning?”

Another pause as Harry trails his finger down, teasing your hole before pulling back. “Not yet. Think we need to remind him what happens…when he lies.”

And just as this decision is made, Harry finally concedes to your needs and pushes himself in. All the way to the knuckle as you gasp and writhe over his lap.

It’s not at all subtle, and you’re almost humiliated by how unpoised you’ve become. But you can’t help it. Can’t help any of it. Not the sounds you’re making, not the noises coming from the gentle thrusts of his finger in and out of your pussy.

It’s echoing across the room like music from the record player.

But neither of the men pay it any mind, instead carrying on in conversation as if you’re not even here. As if you’re not dripping down Harry’s hand, soaking his nice trousers.

“You think he’ll lead us to Matthews?” Asher asks next, resting one arm over the back of his chair.

“Maybe. If we do it right,” Harry says, stroking your inner walls with devious intent. Looking for that one spot that unravels you faster than anything else. “But there are ways of making him. If we need to.”

Asher nods. “I’ll call Blake tomorrow. Arrange the trail.”

But you miss Harry’s reply beneath the sound of your own desperate whine, your chest now heaving under the stress of pleasure building within your stomach.

His thumb flicks across your clit before pressing into it, hard and with fervor. He maneuvers it in frantic circles as your pants grow louder. 

You don’t know what to do. How to breathe. No idea how to remain relaxed when he’s doing this to you. When he’s so determined to make you cum in front of his guest.

“—wouldn’t matter then. He knows. They all fucking know,” Harry is saying to Asher before his lips are pressing back into your cheek. “And I’m not going out there if I don’t have to.”

“That’s fine. You know we’ve got it,” Asher responds. “Would you still like Alec on patrol?”

“I don’t know,” Harry admits before a second finger begins easing into you. “I don’t like the way he looks at her.”

Asher’s head tilts. “Was he looking at her?”

“He was fucking thinking about it,” Harry scoffs, the hand on your hip tightening. “And if I can’t be here with her, I need to know she’s safe.”

“I can send a few more guys over. Make sure there’s someone at each post.”

“No. I don’t want anyone else watching her but me,” Harry grunts. “Fucking bring her with me before I let someone else in.”

You sigh at this. You know he worries about your safety and care more than anything else. It’s why he’s gone so often. He wants to keep you hidden away in the apartment. Out of sight from his men, and his job, and his…well, enemies.

You understand it, you suppose.

Not that it makes it any easier.

The coil in your belly tightens as he brings his other set of fingers into play. Now, both hands are devoted to you. One making sure to fill you and stretch you just the way you need, while the other plays with your clit like you’re nothing but a toy.

“We can find a safe house in Seattle,” Asher offers. “A place to keep her if you need to bring her along.”

“Maybe,” Harry murmurs, his chest flush with your back as if trying to push himself through you. Consume you. “But if they know she’s there—”

“They won’t,” Asher interrupts, almost resolutely. “They’re not gonna fucking touch her. I promise.”

“No,” Harry agrees, growling the word in your ear as you clench around his fingers and gasp. “No. They’re not. Not gonna use her…to get to me. Not gonna fucking take…the only good thing I have. Not gonna take…what’s mine.”

The energy has turned dark. Angry. Now he’s not trying to tease. Now he’s trying to own you. Remind you who you are. Who you belong to. 

The explosion of your orgasm is racing toward you, hurtling so fast, it makes your lungs ache.

He needs you to cum more than you need it. Needs to know that your body only bends for him. That your pleasure is his.

That you are his.

Even if you tell him every day. Even if he knows you’d never look at anybody else the way you look at him.

He needs to feel it. Needs to understand that he’s not gonna lose you the way he loses everything else.

And one of the ways he understands this…is by making you cum so many times that you don’t know anything else but him.

“Almost there, aren’t you?” you hear him whisper, his teeth finding your earlobe as he tugs.

“Yes,” you sigh, so pitifully wrecked that you can hardly speak. “Yes. Wanna cum for you. Please…”

“I know,” he hums. “I know, sweet girl. And you will. Gonna cum all over my fucking hand, yeah? Gonna let me taste how much you missed me?”

You give him nothing more than a zealous nod as you begin to squirm harder over his thighs, seeing that blissful end. 

And when it happens, you just about start crying. It’s so…powerful. And you don’t know why. Maybe it’s because you’ve been feeling so needy today. Maybe it’s because of Asher being here. Maybe it’s because you can feel how angry Harry is.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s everything. So deliciously perfect that you almost don’t want him to stop.

He’s gentle as he rides you through. As he mutters his praises and leans you both back into the couch cushions. As he keeps you trapped between his arms and keeps his lips on your skin. 

“There you go,” he coos, his praises like a symphony in your ear. Warming your body, your heart, your soul. “There she is. Fucking squeezing me, honey. Feels so good, you know that? Fucking missed it. Missed the way you feel.”

You know he did. He tells you all the time how good your body is to him.

And you believe him.

When he delicately takes his hands away from you, you deflate. Whining some at the loss of contact and fullness, nearly praying for him to touch you again.

But he’s got something else in mind. 

He brings the hand that was inside you up to your mouth, soaked fingers trailing across your bottom lip in a silent instruction to open wide.

So, you do. You take his large digits into your mouth, and you suck. You take everything on your tongue as you swirl it around him. As you swallow and let your eyes fall shut in blissful ecstasy.

And as you do, he brings his other hand up to his mouth. Doing exactly the same thing as you both sit there and taste. 

And the sound of him cursing with content at the way you coat his tastebuds is fucking magical. Everything he does is magic to you.

You’ve never felt so happy.

No, you’re still not quite in your right mind, but you don’t even care. Don’t care how far away you feel because you know he’s here to bring you back when you’re ready.

“Good fucking girl,” he practically purrs, palm once again stroking down your cheek. “Did so good for me, mama. So fucking good. My perfect angel. Feel better now, honey? S’that what you needed?”

You smile. “It was certainly a start.”

Harry smiles a bit bigger now, laughing beneath his breath as he drops his hand back down to your aching pussy, cupping it firmly. “A start, huh?”

You nod, a catch in your throat as the intrigue starts to build once again.

Harry hums.

“Then I guess we better finish it.”

I know this isn't everybody's thing, but if you guys would be okay with me maybe doing a part two...I kind of love this Harry? 😭

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[neteyamslovrr]

hii babes, i wanted to participate in your 2k event because it seems so fun <3 i’m not sure if we can request two prompts so you can totally just choose one of them if want. congrats on 2k again mwahh 💋

ao’nung + fluff + 7 + 38

SHE'S SCARY

here you go cutie patootie!! it's a lil short sorry but i love our community husband ao'nung. ugh need him

Ronal was a woman you had looked up to the entirety of your life. She was truly your role-model. When you were a child you tried very persistently to spend time with her. But as you grew, you were intimidated by her power, the strength she possessed.

That didn’t help when you started dating her eldest son, Ao’nung.

He would constantly invite you over for dinner, fishing with his family, to help collect oysters with Ronal but you constantly refused. It was like meeting your superhero, except the superhero was your to be mother in law.

“Flower, I promise my mother adores you. I don’t understand why you refuse to talk with my family.” You were both laying in a hammock, swaying in the cool breeze. Facing each other his large hands were caressing the plush of your hips, as you avoided his strong gaze tracing the stripes on his chest with your fingers.

“She is just so intimidating. I want her to think well of me.” Ao’nung gave you the ‘are you kidding me’ look. You weren’t facing him, but you could tell he was doing it.

“I just said she adores you. I think you are purposefully ignoring my comments.”

“I’m sure you think she adores me. I want her to approve of me, think I am well for you, know that I will be a good Tsa’hik. I mean what if she thinks I’m not fit and breaks us up!” Your spiralling thoughts were hushed as Ao’nung pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin so you could look up to him.

“Oh flower, we both know you are best suited to be an amazing Tsa’hik. And she would never break us up. I love you too much to let my grumpy mother break us up.” You snorted a bit in response, still tracing patterns into his chest.

“She’s just a little scary, Ao’nung.” He nodded giving you a loving tap on your thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

“Well, I’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.” Smiling up at him, eyes glimmering as your expression radiated joy, he pulled you closer, so your chests were pushed together.

“You’re so annoying.” Leaning your face towards him your lips met, giving him a soft kiss, hands wrapped around his neck.

“You love it.” He mumbled into a kiss, smiling smugly as he let his hands rest around your waist. Meeting his mother could wait just for the moment.

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[elly99]

To The Future

Contains swearing.

Noon on a Friday, a gentle rain outside, the splash of tires as cars drive by. An amalgamation of black and brown hair splayed on the sheets, hands interlocked, eyes fixed on the ceiling, skin caressed by the cool breeze.

"Would you time travel, Min?"

"Um, yeah? I guess?"

"Like, if it was the first time anyone had ever time traveled. Like, you were the first to ever do it, not knowing the consequences, just that it would work. Would you do it?"

"Well... when you put it that way, it sounds kinda scary. I don't think I would. Would you?"

"I definitely wouldn't, no. I've always thought that even if one day humanity does find a way to travel in time, we just shouldn't do it. There's no way of knowing what would happen."

"But what if we did know what would happen and it was safe?"

"Seems unlikely."

"Ok, Ms. physics major. But what if you just don't know what we will eventually know, huh?"

The girl takes her eyes off the ceiling and looks over at the other.

"Well, if I know anything, it's that I love you," she says, kissing her girlfriend's cheek. The latter smiles, too shy to make eye contact just yet. Instead she squeezes her hand a little harder.

"I love you, too, my nerd."

"Who are you talking to up there, babe? I'm right here," her gaze implores the other to turn.

A soft, "Hi," is all Minji can manage when she eventually does turn to meet the girl's eyes.

"Hi, sweetie," she replies with a victorious smile. "Why are you being so shy? It's adorable."

"It's just... you're so..." She looks up, taking shelter once again in the dimly lit ceiling.

"I'm...?"

"Beautiful. I get a little lost in your eyes."

"Why don't you say it to my face so I can get lost in yours, too?"

Minji glances over once again. When their eyes meet she bursts out giggling and quickly buries her face in her girlfriend's shoulder.

"Fuck it. I can't do this." They both continue laughing.

"You're like a cute little puppy, Min," she says while patting the other's head. "I love you."

There is no reply. Only a soft kiss under the chin.

"Ok, so you wouldn't time travel if you were the first to do it. But let's say you could and it was proven safe. Where would you go? Or when, I should say."

"Like, I could go anywhere? Or I could only experience it through my perspective?"

"Yeah, let's say it's just from your perspective. Would you go to your past or future?"

"Hmm. I don't think I would go to the future. Knowing what would happen... I think it would make me change the way I live now and I don't really want that."

"So you'd relive something in the past?"

"Maybe, yeah. How long could I stay, though?"

"Mmm, let's be flexible. Enough to relive an 'experience'. Whatever that might be."

"Then I would go back to the day that you said 'I love you' for the first time."

"Oh, why? Do I not say it the same way anymore? Are you sick of me? Are you breaking up with me?" she pouts, asking mockingly.

"Shut up, bro. No. It's just cuz you said it first and it made me so happy. More than happy."

She takes time to think. There didn't seem to be any adequate words.

"Elated? Like, I felt so free. So relieved. It was the ultimate reassurance that you felt the same way. And that I belonged with you. It felt like home, where I always want to be." She squeals at her own words.

"You're such a sweetheart, Min."

"No, you are! I even remember how you looked when you said it. You were kinda shocked."

"Yeah, I was. I was scared I said it too early."

"You looked so cute. I couldn't help but kiss you."

"And that was our first kiss."

"It was."

They both turn to look at each other, smiling knowingly.

"Yeah, I would relive that moment, too. If there was only one moment I could ever relive, it would be that one. I say 'I love you' first and you kiss me first. We make a good team."

"Lucky we're dating, then."

"Literally. I got so lucky with you, Min." Now it's her turn to look up. Silence dominates the room for a few seconds. "You're absolutely incredible. Everything about you. Everything you do. I'm just some girl..."

"Oh, fuck off. What are you talking about, babe?" She grips the girl's hands tight in mock anger. "You're not just 'some girl'. You're my best friend. My everything. You're perfect for me. We're both lucky to have found each other. Who says you're not absolutely amazing yourself?"

"Like, the whole world if they found out about us."

"Well, they wouldn't know you like I do. If they got to know you, they would see just how amazing you are. And if not, that's not my problem. Nor should it be yours." Minji shifts to lie down on top of her girlfriend. "I love you, baby. You're perfect." The way her smile shone made it seem like it hadn't been raining all morning. Nothing could have been more reassuring.

"I love you, too, cutie. Thank you for loving me so well." The girl pulls Minji down towards her for their first proper kiss of the day. An amalgamation of black and brown hair splayed on the sheets, hands wrapping around, eyes closed, skin caressed by the warmth of the other.

"Woah, are you trying to wife me up or something, bro?"

"Maybe," the girl says with a wink.

"Is this you proposing?" Minji fakes a gasp.

"Nothing official yet."

"Were you planning on asking me eventually? When were you gonna ask?" she inquires after a small pause, her tone playful but subtly serious.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe whenever you decide to go public with us. I mean, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your career and stuff. You've got everything going for you right now. So whenever you're not as busy. But with the direction NewJeans is headed that may not be for some time. So I don't know. It was just a feeling, anyway. And we're still so young. So no serious plans. I just know I want you in my life. So yeah, in that sense I did kinda have a plan, but..."

"You're rambling, baby." She leans in to kiss the girl's neck. "You're really cute when you're flustered."

Now right next to her ear, Minji is able to just whisper.

"And don't worry, you're never in the way, my love. You're walking beside me and holding my hand. My life partner."

"You're right. I'll always be there to hold your hand," the other smiles contentedly. "Well, what about you? When were you planning to ask me, huh?"

"Mmmmm, 지금?" Minji replies with a smirk.

"Oh, fuck you! You can't do me like that, Min!" The girl has both hands over her face, laughing and blushing uncontrollably.

"Will you be my wifey~?"

"Oh my god! Why do I like the sound of that so much?" she asks through muffling fingers.

"Is that a 'yes'?"

Profuse nodding. And a loving smile in return.

"Yo, this is wild. How did we get here from time travel? What even made you think about it in the first place?" Minji asks, prying her lover's hands away from her face.

"Oh, that shirt Hanni gave you just popped into my head for some reason. The Back to the Future one."

"Holy shit, bro."

The bedroom resonates again with the sound of laughter.

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P&C | Ch. 5: Fever

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Our eyes remain locked as I choke on a piece of carrot. Quickly grabbing a tissue, I try to hide the flush rising in my cheeks. Jungkook doesn't mind my state and proceeds to open another container of food.

"Pardon?" I manage to blurt out. Why am I the only one feeling tense? Relax, Mira. He is so unbothered, you look pathetic, I think to myself.

"Hmm?" he lifts his eyebrow slightly, hands busy with the dishes. I don't say anything, trying to ease my tense body. I'm too obvious. Whatever he meant by that didn't seem like a big deal to him. So it's better to play it cool, I reassure myself.

Once I managed to taste almost everything on the table, Jungkook began cleaning up. He set all the dishes in the sink before I abruptly told him to stop.

"Jungkook, really you don't have to ... You've done so much already. Seriously, I'll be fine, you can go now." I explained calmly, as a sweat drop rolled down the side of my face. My body was weak as I began to shiver, but I couldn't let him stay here any longer. He gave no thought to my offer and proceeded to soap the sponge until my legs buckled and I fell to my knees.

"Mira!" Jungkook gasped, dropping the bowl and rushing toward my body. I was flushed, both from the embarrassment and the fever. Lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger, he searched my face, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Mira, you need to rest, please let me get you on the sofa," Jungkook says softly looking for any sign of consent. As much I regret it, my judgement of the situation is overcome by fatigue so I give him a weak nod as an ok.

With my hands wrapped around his neck, I can now clearly see the small scar on his left cheek. He manages to fix up the sofa, throwing the blanket hiding my dress from last night onto a nearby chair. As my head rests on the soft pillow, I knock out immediately. The last thing I remember was Jungkook's soft smile as he tucked a few hair strands behind my ear.

--

Mmmhh ... I stretch my body as the smell of something delicious fills the air. My vision is blurry as I'm trying to make out the time on the clock.

"11??" I scream, uncovering myself from the layers of blankets. My back is all sweaty, but at least I'm not shivering anymore. I can hear a familiar voice from the bathroom as I make my way towards the kitchen.

"Miraya, are you awake?" Jiah asks, opening the door slightly.

"Yeah, how long have you been here?" I follow, scratching my eyes as a yawn escapes mid-sentence. She walks out and rushes in to check my forehead, her face concentrating on my pale skin.

"Okay good, no fever. How are you feeling?" she pulls me in for a tight hug, as her words murmur into my hair.

"I'm better, where's Jungkook? Did he leave already?" I ask trying to scan the room for any evidence of his presence. She nods her head and passes me a cup of water with flu medication.

"Please take this honey, you fell asleep for three hours. After you stopped picking up your phone, I decided to check your dorm and found Jungkook dozing off on the chair next to you. He insisted on staying but I sent him home with Jimin." she explained, drying the dishes that I assume were washed by Jungkook.

"Oh, I see ... well I'm thankful for everyone's concern, really. But, I feel fine now Jiah, please go and relax now, it's so late." I assure her with a soft smile. Never in my life has the flu caused so much commotion. Back home, my mom would just tell me to drink Tylenol and wear fuzzy socks.

After drinking some tea and making sure I was full, with no signs of a fever, Jiah left. We hugged and wished each other goodnight. But I was wide awake, it seemed like my sleeping schedule had been completely ruined after meeting Jungkook. Let me make it up to you. I shiver and shake my head. Stop it, Mira.

--

"Flip-flops!" Tae called, waving his hand across the lecture hall. Microbiology, his favorite class now. Who knew that he would find such fascination in learning about E. coli when a few days ago he couldn't even pronounce its full scientific name? Nonetheless, we have successfully finished our first week of Nursing, and it's been a rollercoaster ride, to say the least.

I'm feeling better, most symptoms have subsided, but I've heard nothing from Jungkook since the last time we saw each other. I'm not sure what I was or am expecting, I mean the phone line works both ways. There's no need though, I think to myself. He is probably just as exhausted with school and all. Relax, Mira.

--

Knock Knock Knock

My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden knock on the door, did I plan on meeting up with Jiah, I wondered. Standing on the other side of the door is Jungkook, hair all fluffy with the same white shirt from the party. My face begins to flush and hands get all sweaty. I don't know why so please don't ask.

"Hey hey!" he smirks, giving me a salute gesture waiting to be welcomed in. I respond with a soft smile, opening the door. It all flows naturally even though it's his second time here. Nonetheless, he walks in and places his hand on my forehead.

"Good, no fever," he says with a soft smile, analyzing my face. I let out a tiny gasp and made my way to the sofa.

"What brings you here?" I ask, trying to look everywhere but his eyes, as he plops onto the seat across.

"Needed to make sure you were feeling better," he explains, folding some blankets.

"A text would have sufficed, you didn't need to bother," I chuckled back, looking at my reflection on the TV. Once again I am appalled by my Barbie merch. To be fair, he is the one that is in my dorm. So technically, I could wear and look however I want. Unfortunately though, right at this moment, I would have preferred anything but Ken's face on my shirt.

"I am Kenough," he softly reads the slogan on my chest. His nose scrunches as his bunny teeth peak through his grin.

"Ok, ok, that's enough. I was just about to do my laundry until you decided to show up," I explained, rolling my eyes at his obvious teasing, folding my arms over the shirt.

"Sounds good to me, where's your basket?" he plops up, searching the area.

"Pardon?" I yelp, quickly rushing toward the door, making sure to grab my ID and keys on the way out.

"Jungkook!" I shout as his one arm holds the pink basket and the other stretches out to stop the elevator door. Speed walking, I pray that my flip flops don't pull a Tae on me.

--

"You know you don't have to do this right? I'm feeling better now, there's no need to babysit me," I say with a serious tone as Jungkook plops himself on the machine right next to me.

"I'm not babysitting, just making sure you're fully recovered," he reassures with a soft smile, pulling a pair of fuzzy rabbit socks out of my basket. He grins.

"So you like bunnies, huh?" his doe eyes meet mine, I can't help but smile trying to snatch them back. An attempt that failed, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. Now, face to face, my eyebrows furrowed at his sudden action.

"Sorry guys, just going to squeeze past you, these machines aren't going to clean themselves," a soft voice speaks behind me. Mrs. Bae is one of the cleaning ladies in our building. She gives a slight bow and pushes a trolly full of cleaning supplies past us.

Jungkook reciprocates the bow, lowering his gaze to my face. Letting go of my wrist, I can still feel his arm on my waist. Cue the flush.

"Do you have a fever?" he quickly checks my forehead. I move back, shaking my face.

"No ... n ... I'm fine, please let's just finish this quickly," I stutter, turning my back towards him, feeling his stare on me.

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Heyy! Love ur character x idol! Reader, I was wondering if u could do Dabi x idol! Reader. And it’s a secret relationship obvi. Tyy

Hiiii!! Thank you so much for the kind words and I can definitely do this for you!

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dabi x idol! reader secret relationship

As an idol, you have a very busy schedule. From recording to dance practice to interviews to traveling and sometimes the overall pressure from fans and even yourself, it can be stressful.

You and your group finally have some time to yourselves when you get a text.

“Hey, let’s meet at our spot.”

You get up from your bed, grab you jacket, bag and phone and head out of your room. You see a couple of your band mates in the kitchen at the table.

“I’m heading out, do you guys need or want anything,” you ask them

“Can you bring back some chicken for dinner? I’ve been craving it,” Yongji, your band mate and best friend says

“Sure! Amelie, would you like anything,” you ask

“I’m cool with chicken too,” she says

“Okay! I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back,” you say

“Have fun!,” they say in unison

You and Dabi started dating a five months ago and your group, Flora, debuted 3 months ago. Company policy is that you’re not allowed to date for the first 3 years of group activity and if you get caught, you’ll be put on probation.

You decided to keep it a secret because you JUST started dating and you didn’t want to let him go. Yes, he is rougher around the edges than other guys, but he could be very sweet when he wanted to be. He also had a certain charisma that you just couldn’t ignore. An aura that you just couldn’t get passed.

Any time you have a moment with him, you cherish it always since they can be few and far in between. You both try to call or text as much as possible since you don’t see each other much.

You made it to the meeting place first and took in the view of Seoul. Everything seemed so small from where you were. There was no stress of school, no worrying about your vocals or dance moves. It felt like you were separate from everything.

A pair of hands cover your eyes.

“Guess who,” the husky, low voice says

“Hmmm let me think…Felix from Stray Kids,” you say teasing

“Haha very funny,” he says

“I was only kidding Touya,” you say, playfully pushing him

You’re the only person he lets call him that.

He cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply. You wrap you arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer.

He pulls away and both of your breaths are heavy.

“I missed you…so much,” he says

You both catch your breath and he lays a blanket out for both of you to sit/lay on. He brought some of your favorite snacks and some drinks and organized them on the blanket.

“I figured we could have a little picnic before you need to get back. I know they’re pretty strict with curfew,” he says

“Touya,” you say feeling touched

“We don’t get to see each other much and as proud of you as I am, I just want to make every time I see you special. You deserve that much at least,” he says looking out into the distance instead of really looking at you

“Baby, look at me,” you say

He turns his head and you pull him in by his chin and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“What was that for,” he says with a smirk on his lips

“Just to say thank you for always making me feel special,” you say and kiss him again

“It’s so weird no to see you as much after school as I used to. How’s Yongji by the way,” he says

“She’s good, still her bubbly and outgoing self. She helps me get through the struggles of this whole lifestyle. It’s nice to have someone I grew up with go through this with me,” you say

“That’s good. What about the other members,” he asks

“They’re good too. I’m surprise you care so much,” you say jokingly

“Hey, I care because it’s you. I care about you and how you’re doing and how you’re being treated. You’re…the most precious thing to me,” he says honestly

You rest your head on his shoulder and just look out over the city. He places a hand to your cheek and caresses it.

You put your hand on his and caress the back of his hand with your thumb.

He places a kiss on your forehead.

“Do you wanna eat some of the snacks now,” he asks

“Sure,” you say smiling

You spent the next couple of hours talking about classes and the shows you’ve been on and anything else that may come to mind.

“What do you wanna do next? I was thinking we could go to the park,” he says

“I would love to, but I don’t know if that’ll be safe,” you say

“C’mon, isn’t that the best part of being in a secret relationship, the risk of getting caught,” he says intriguingly

“Dabi…I don’t know,” you say honestly

“Y/N, I promise you’ll be safe. We’re gonna be in a spot that no one goes to, it’ll be fine,” he says reassuring you

“O-okay,” you say finally giving in

The whole time you’re on the way to the park, you can feel your nerves taking over. You worry about if someone’s watching you or if someone could be watching, but you’re also thinking about the thrill of sneaking around with the boy you love.

It reminds of Romeo and Juliet, of course without the problematic age difference and the unaliving. Two people from now different worlds, with different lives, trying to do what they can to make their love work.

Dabi holds out his hand as you both come to a brick wall with shrubbery covering it.

“C’mon my little bundle of nerves,” he says

“How did you-”

“Anyone could feel them radiating off of you from miles away,” he says

“Let’s go,” he says, hand still outstretched for you

You pensively grab hold, as he guides you through the shrubbery that was hiding a hole in the wall.

“This leads to the farthest part of the park, where no one ever comes and no one can see us,” he starts,“it has a giant field and the flowers are in bloom right now, so I figured it would be the perfect place for a date with you.”

When you finally make it, you’re blown away by how beautiful it is.

“Dabi…this is incredible,” you say with an awe filled voice

“I’m glad you like it,” he says with a proud smile

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you find this place,” you say curiously

He pauses for a second

“I wanted to get away from home,” he says honestly

“The sun was setting, but I just couldn’t take being there, so I left and I came to the park, but there were so many people. None of them were who I wanted to be with, so I walked until I made it here. I don’t really know if no one’s ever come up here, but I’ve come at all times and no one is ever here when I am so, now this can be our place,” he says

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much,” you say sadly

“You don’t have to feel guilty or sad nor should you blame yourself. You’re following your dream and I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he says

“Yeah,but..I wish I could be there for you more,” you say honestly

“Y/N, you have a talent and it needs to be shared. You have one of the most amazing voices I’ve ever heard and you shouldn’t be caged like a bird. You need to be free to share that voice. Don’t let my problems stop you from experiencing this chance to the fullest,” he says, leaving you speechless

“Didn’t expect me to say that much, did ya,” he says, causing small giggles to escape both of you

“No I didn’t,” you say through laughs,“but thank you. I’ll continue to make you and our fans proud. I’ll work hard, but I also promise to be there for you whenever I have even a millisecond of free time.”

“I’ll be cheering you on every step of the way,” he says

You look at your phone and it reads 6:30 pm.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t even realize the time. Ugh I should head back now. Yongji and Amelie are waiting for me,” you say

“I guess this is see you later then,” he says and you notice a sting of sadness in his voice

You kiss his right cheek, then his nose, move to his left cheek and lastly his lips. You place on them a deep and lingering kiss.

“I-I love you, Touya,” you confess honestly

“I’m not good at this kind of stuff, but I l-love y-you too,” he says nervously

“Text me when you get back in. I’ll leave after you,” he says and places a peck on your lips before you go.

As you keep walking, you look back to make sure he’s watching. To make sure he sees you and feels the love you feel for him. To see if he knows just how hard you’re going to work. To let him know that no matter how big you get, you won’t let him go. You will be there for him always.

I hope you enjoyed and as I said in my previous text post, I am so sorry for lack of writing as I have been going through so many changes irl, but I will try to set aside time when I can to write and post. Thank you so much for your request. All requests are appreciated and I do enjoy taking my time to give y’all a story that you and I are both proud of.

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Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Mood Song: lost in the fire

Summary: The Nekoma High volleyball team is back from winter break and ready to start training season until the opposing team's captain decides to take a special interest in you, the Nekoma captain's girl.

Warnings: Mild angst with happy ending, cursing, harassment, jealous Kuroo ¬‿¬

Today was a big day for Nekoma. Though it wasn’t any big championship game, it was the first game of the season since winter break had been released.

The team seemed to be overly hyped up the entire bus ride to the school, singing all sorts of songs and shouting in excitement.

You couldn’t help but smile as you looked back at the team as they all sang and cheered while you remained up at the front of the bus sitting next to Coach Nekomata.

Normally you would choose to sit next to your boyfriend, but the coach wanted to give you a rundown of the school since you were the team’s manager.

And besides, you figured Kuroo should be sitting with his teammates and joining in on the hype since he was part of the team and the captain at that.

As much as he tried to put up a cool level headed mask, it was clear in moments like these when he was surrounded by his teammates that he was just as obnoxious as they were. Each time you heard his obnoxious laugh you couldn’t help but giggle quietly to yourself.

Though just because you were sitting far away from each other, didn’t mean you didn’t steal a few glances and winks on the bus ride there. Each time you turned your head back when the team got too rowdy, his feline-like eyes were already on you, his lips curved in a lazy smirk.

Each time you would scrunch your nose at him with a smile in an attempt to hide your warm cheeks before whipping your head back to the coach next to you.

The two of you usually always sat together on the way back since everyone was typically asleep by then, so you never really minded. His gentle fingers massaging along your scalp as you cuddled up against his chest was your favorite ending to away games like these.

Letting out a sigh you smiled at the thought until more shrieks and shouts filled the air. As much as you loved the team’s shenanigans and energy, two hours of it was a bit exhausting. Once you felt the bus jolt to a stop you were the first to jump up with a relieved sigh, the feeling of fresh air hitting your face would surely be a relief.

“Alright boys grab your bags and let’s head inside so we can greet our team and get started with warming up.” Coach Nekomata shouted over the noise, causing the team to fall silent before they all shouted a loud yes in unison.

Once the coach nodded to you a smile crept on your face, ready to be out of the cramped bus. Thanking the driver with a quick wave, you grabbed your small bag and dashed down the steps as the doors opened.

Sure enough the feeling of the warm sun beaming along your skin mixed with the cool winter air felt like heaven.

Though you were expecting the wind to be the only substance to hit your face as you stepped off the bus, you were surprised to feel a hard surface instead that you ran right into. It honestly felt like a wall, but when you stepped back to rub your head you soon found out it was a person.

Letting out a gasp you quickly backed away and lifted your arms up to show you were defenseless as you looked to the ground clearly embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry, that was my fault! I should’ve looked both ways before I hopped off the bus I was just really-”

The feeling of fingers resting beneath your chin caused you to silence as the person gently lifted your head to meet their gaze.

“Don’t apologize, that was my fault for standing too close. Are you alright?”

For a few seconds all you could do was stare with widened eyes, how could such a large scary looking guy be so gentle? 

When the sound of footsteps booming down the bus stairs filled the air you were snapped back to reality, realizing just how close his face was to your own.

Quickly swatting his hand away you jumped back a few feet and lifted your hands up nervously, “I..I’m okay! Don’t worry on my behalf.”

Your eyes were quick to move towards the door of the bus, and what you were dreading was already playing out before your very eyes.

Kuroo’s neutral stare was already on the boy, though you knew what those gold eyes hid. While others may have a more angered expression when they were frustrated, Kuroo always held a rather nonchalant and cold gaze.

The sight made you shiver slightly as you quickly turned your head away.

“I assume you are one of our opponents?” Kuroo spoke in a chillingly dull tone. The sound made you dread the talk he was going to give you once you got inside.

The boy you had run into seemed unfazed, he simply smiled and nodded before holding his hand out, “I am indeed, I’m the team captain Fumihiro Hebi.”

The sight of your boyfriend smiling down to the boy had goosebumps running down your skin, he was the type that was scarier silent than full out yelling.

“Kuroo Tetsurō, a pleasure to meet you.”

You were hoping one of the boys would help break the awkward tension as they both shook each other’s hands firmly, but they looked as lost as you were. And of course Coach Nekomata had already walked inside so it was up to you.

“Well we better get going! Don’t want to be late for warmups!” You exclaimed as you smacked your clipboard against Kuroo’s arm to get his attention.

Fumihiro seemed unfazed by this as well, simply smiling and nodding as your team slowly started to make their way in the school.

You followed next to Kuroo, refusing to look him in the eye as you held on tight to your clipboard. The feeling of his hand snatching your own with an iron grip had you jolt up a bit, your eyes quickly glancing up to him only to see his one eye covered by his dark locks and his jaw in an agitated locked position.

Surely Fumihiro saw the action which made you internally sigh in relief, hopefully he would back off now. Your only problem now was dealing with your clearly pissed off boyfriend.

The game was about to start in five minutes. The other team looked fairly good, sure, but they stood no chance against Nekoma. Honestly you were glad, the team could use a win before they jumped into training season.

While you helped the other team manager set up, you kept a close eye on Kuroo. He seemed okay, but still a bit off. The entire time they were practicing you weren’t sure if you should bring it up to him or just leave him be. You were worried if you said the wrong thing, then he wouldn’t perform well. But likewise, if you didn’t say anything and that made him mad, then he still wouldn’t perform well.

You felt your heart race as the team did their last few drills, mind racing with outcomes to both ideas.

As the sound of the whistle blew you jumped, realizing you had run out of time to even talk to him as the players began lining up from either side of the net.

“Thank you for the game!” Each side shouted as the captains, coaches, and managers met in the middle for the coin toss.

You couldn’t help but glance back and forth between the captains, their eyes drilling into one another as you bit your lip and your leg bounced nervously.

“It has landed on tails, home team gets to decide.” The referee spoke, causing Kuroo’s brow to slightly twitch while the other captain smirked.

“We choose to start on offense.” Fumihiro spoke smoothly before locking eyes with you to completely ignore the opposing capitan before him, “Should be a quick win.”

Kuroo knew exactly where Fumihiro's eyes were locked on, the sight only frustrating him more as he clicked his tongue and stormed off to his team.

You immediately wished you could crawl behind one of the bleachers and escape the situation, but instead you had to watch as the team nervously glanced at their captain, Coach Nekomata already shaking his head with a worried expression.

This game was not going to be a pretty one.

Sure enough, the first round ended with Nekoma at a horrible defeat, 15-25. Now they were in the second round tied at 17-17, and you couldn’t help but cringe as you watched Nekoma all over the place. They were anything but coordinated.

One thing you pride yourself on about Nekoma was the way they could move like they were dancing in sync, the way they communicated sometimes even without saying a word. They always moved with grace and skill.

But today that wasn’t the case.

Kuroo wasn’t a very loud person when he was angry, which made the entire situation worse. Every time the other team scored he would just growl and grit his teeth, glaring into the eyes of that stupid cocky jerk of a captain on the other side.

You hated this, all of it. Usually your boyfriend was oozing with confidence to the point where it was almost annoying. You had never quite seen this side of him. 

Even Kenma attempted to talk to him but he simply shooed his friend away. When Kuroo missed another block for about the tenth time today you finally snapped.

“Timeout!” You shouted, causing both teams to glance at your bright red face. Only now, it was red out of anger.

The referee looked at you in confusion since managers usually didn’t get to decide, but Nekomata was quick to nod behind you and make the timeout hand gesture.

As the team began to walk towards you to the bench, you felt the coach place his hand on your shoulder, “Talk some sense into that boy so we don’t lose this game.”

Glancing back at him you nodded, looking over and scanning all the faces until your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s own annoyed once. Gritting your teeth you grabbed his wrist and yanked him down the court towards the double doors of the hallway.

Of course even with all your strength you wouldn’t be able to drag him so that meant he must’ve at least wanted to hear what you had to say.

Slamming your body against the door, you swung it open and dragged Kuroo into the hallway with you.

“What the hell Tetsurō?” You hissed, the sound of his first name leaving your lips causing him to frown before raising an annoyed brow.

“What are you so pissed off about Y/n? Yeah we’re losing, they’re a good fucking team. Just focus on their stupid pretty boy captain if you don’t want to see us lose.”

That very sentence had your blood boiling as your mouth fell agape, the two of you had been dating for an entire year and he had the nerve to tell you that?

The fact that he couldn’t even look you in the eye felt like a stab to the chest. Gritting your teeth you felt your body move before your brain could react as you slapped him square across the cheek.

In any other circumstance you would’ve frozen in shock, but when his wide eyes glanced down at you from the slap you felt you had to speak. To say something now that you had him back in reality.

“T..Tetsu why would you say that?” You muttered, pain laced in your voice as you bit your lip to fight the warm tears that were beginning to flood your vision, “You know I’m your girlfriend!”

Kuroo’s face remained stern but he still kept his eyes on you, “Well you didn’t seem too bothered when he moved your face close to his or when he started flirting you up.”

"I literally slapped his hand away as soon as I could! I was a bit stunned when I face planted into him!” You shouted in defense, your voice echoing through the empty halls.

Kuroo glanced down at you with a blank expression before looking out the window of the door to see the timeout was almost out of time.

“Look, we can talk about this after the game Y/n.” Kuroo spoke with little emotion as he began walking towards the door.

You blinked in surprise. This was the first time he ever ignored you. After every fight he made sure to apologize, even if it wasn’t his fault. Was he really that jealous of that stupid captain?

The sight of his back turned to you made you feel sick inside, it felt like he was walking away from your entire relationship. This... you couldn’t let this happen. Screw the stupid volleyball game, this was about losing the man you loved.

“TETSURŌ!”

The shout of his name had him whip his head in annoyance, no longer wanting to argue with you to only dampen his mood further, but when he saw warm tears brimming your eyes he froze.

“I… I love you.”

The dark haired boy felt his heart stop when you whispered those words. Words he had been dying to tell you for months. Words he couldn’t bear to say because he didn’t want to risk losing you.

He almost didn’t believe it, his eyes scanning your face for any sort of regret, but when all he saw was your gentle tears streaming down your flushed cheeks he knew he heard you right.

“I..I love you stupid Tetsurō... I love you I love you I love you, and I won’t stop saying it until-”

Your words were cut off when a pair of lips smashed against your own, your eyes widened in surprise for a moment, only for you to melt into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss was brief, but passionate. It held every bit of emotion the two of you had been holding back these past few hours and it felt good to finally be released.

It made you realize that this whole show Kuroo put on was probably more than just petting jealousy. You both seemed to have this pent up emotion you had been trying to let out for months, but you both let the brooding wall of fear get in the way.

Now thanks to that asshole of a captain, you both were able to see eye to eye for the first time in what felt like forever.

Pulling away, Kuroo flashed you one of his rare genuine smiles as he used his thumb to wipe away the few tears on your cheek.

“I love you too Y/n” Kuroo muttered placing one more kiss on the tip of your nose causing you to giggle, “I’m sorry I was acting like a dick, I guess this whole time I was just scared you didn’t feel the same way and when that asshole touched you I just-”

“Don’t even speak of it,” You muttered, your hand cupping his cheek as you smiled up to him softly, “You’re the only one I love Kuroo Tetsurō, so don’t even waste your breath on that jerk.”

The boy before you smiled as he pulled you into one more tight embrace before you grinned up to him, “Now go make that stupid captain ever regret challenging you Tetsu.”

Kuroo smirked at this as he held your hand in his own and nodded, both of you walking out those doors with a new confidence in your relationship you never had before.

The last two games were over almost quicker than the first round. Kuroo’s confidence lifted the team as always and they were back in their usual flow to take the game by storm.

Coach Nekomata was more than pleased as the boys all cheered, feeling this victory for many reasons. When the two teams bowed to each other to acknowledge the good game, the coach bowed his head jokingly before grinning up to you.

“Thanks for saving the game Y/n, I’m glad you two finally confessed to each other. It’s about time.”

You smiled and gave him a short nod as well until he finished the last part of his sentence, your body freezing as you looked up at him in surprise.

“Y..You heard that?”

The coach simply chuckled and crossed his arms, “The whole gym did, you really had the crowd going with that slap.”

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as you laughed sheepishly, “I..It was in the heat of the moment.”

Honestly mixed with the embarrassment you felt, you also were happy that everyone heard. Let it be known that you and Kuroo loved each other.

The sight of your team all hugging had you smiling brightly, it was always nice watching them after a win. Your eyes caught with Kuroo’s, his hazel eyes shining brightly down to you.

You were about to jog on the court and give him a celebratory hug, but the sound of your name being called had you whipping your head towards the doors.

The other team’s manager was standing by them, waving you over. Smiling you nodded and trotted to her, but not without a pair of hazel eyes following your body with suspicion.

“What’s up Aiko?” You asked with a smile as she led you outside, she looked a bit nervous which had you on edge.

Once you stepped out into the afternoon air your body froze at the sight of Fumihiro standing there with his arms crossed, stupid smirk on his face.

“Aiko why did you-” But before you could finish, you looked around to see she had already shuffled back inside the gym leaving you to sigh.

You glanced back to Fumihiro only for him to forcefully lead you back into the wall of the gym as he caged your head between his arms.

“Nice save back there, would’ve been a shame if your team lost thanks to that foul temperament your boyfriend has.

Your eyes widened at the audacity this man had. If you knew there weren’t cameras lined around the school you would’ve slapped him by now.

Forcing a smile you attempted to slide beneath his arms to get away from him.

“That wasn’t a ‘save’, I really do love my boyfriend and I meant it.”

Suddenly Fumihiro’s hand slammed lower so you couldn’t bend out of his range, the sound making you shriek as you quickly looked into his furious eyes.

“C’mon doll are you really sure? I could show you a much better time if you just give me a chance.”

Squeezing your eyes shut you tilted your head away from his own and tried to push against the barricade he made with his body.

“I’m not interested, please let me go!” You shouted angrily as he ignored your uncomfortable cries and advanced.

How point a got to point b you didn’t know, but luckily before anything got serious you noticed a large hand grabbing Fumihiro’s collar before it yanked him back away from you causing the boy to stumble.

Your fearful eyes slightly softened when you saw Kuroo standing before you, worry written across his face as he quickly draped his red jacket over your shoulders and held you close.

“Wow you really can’t read a room buddy,” Kuroo spoke cooly, his hazel eyes glaring down to the boy who looked up to him with wide eyes, “Next time you touch my girl after she tells you to back off, I can promise you won’t be able to show any girl a ‘good time’ ever again.”

The captain simply nodded, but Kuroo didn’t give him time to respond as he led you towards the bus along with his teammates who only sneered at the scene.

“Thank you Kuroo.. that guy is so creepy...” You muttered, gripping onto his jersey tightly as he allowed you to step on the bus before he followed suit, the two of you going to your usual seat in the back of the bus.

“He’s just jealous that he doesn’t have an angel telling him how much she loves and adores him.” Kuroo spoke smoothly, his classic lazy smirk on his lips as plopped down and leaned against the window, motioning for you to sit beside him.

Folding your arms, you gave the boy a raised brow with a grin, “Hmmm, I don’t think I remember saying I adore you.”

Kuroo leaned forward and tilted his head with his taunting cheshire eyes.

“No? I could’ve sworn you said you worshiped the ground I walk on and I was so incredibly handsome even when I’m a dick to you.”

Leaning your head to meet his you flicked his forehead before shaking your own head, “Now I definitely didn’t say that you little sh-”

Your words were cut off by your shriek as he grabbed your shirt gently and yanked you down into his lap, his arms curling around you and holding close against his warm chest.

“Just hush and tell me you love me again, pretty girl.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned against his chest as you cuddled into his jacket, “I love you Tetsu.”

When you felt his arms gently squeeze around you, a smile crossed your lips as you heard him whisper his own affirmations in your ear.

“I love you too Y/n."

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo tetsuro x you #nekoma #nekoma high #x reader #x you #jealous kuroo #volleyball au #soft #angst #sfw #oneshot

[saninthebuilding]

"forever you and i"

summary: for you, being part of the mafia with park jimin has always proved to be an adventure. so now that your undercover work has been discovered, wouldn't it be fitting that your downfall is an adventure as well?

wc: tba

warnings: mafia au, police, mentions of betrayal, mentions of crime, yelling, tears, jumping off a bridge, angst, fluff if you squint

a/n: i swear i wrote this write after listening to like crazy because the mv gave me such inspiration i couldn't resist. he's so cool i love him omg. anyways i hope you enjoy!

~

"do you trust me?"

"always."

taking one last look into my eyes, he tightens his grip on my hand, before pulling me into his arms.

"i love you, y/n" he whispers, and although my emotions are threatening to take over, i force my tears down. i can see his eyes glistening too, and this makes me hold him a little closer.

"i love you jimin" i breathe.

the sirens are closer now, and i can hear the static of walkie-talkies not too far behind. the police squad was nearly here, no doubt having already called for back-up.

too bad they'd be too late.

chancing a glance over the bridge railing, i stare at the running water below us.

who knew going out on a simple walk would result in the authorities discovering our true identities?

being part of the mafia with jimin had always been a risky game, but that was the fun of it. doing good things the bad way was better than letting opportunities to do any good at all slip away.

it had been years since he'd maintained his position as the head of the park clan, and i as his right-hand. it was our normal. however, this information was only known to the members of the gang, and a few allied clans who had been sworn into secrecy.

so unless we were betrayed, there was no way the police should have found us.

within minutes we had been surrounded, left with no other choice than to grab each other and run down the first clear path we could see. which had led us to this dead-ended tunnel bridge at least 30 stories above a large body of water.

it was unfair.

there were so many things i had wanted to say tonight, so many things i had wanted to do, and today was supposed to be the day because we were both free.

we were together.

if only we'd had more time.

seeming to sense my thoughts, i feel jimin hold my chin between his fingers, turning my face back towards him.

"we'll be fine. we always are" he says, eyes creasing into half-moons as he gives me the soft smile i've grown to know so well. "see you on the other side, yea?"

gently squeezing his side, i smile back, letting go of my thoughts and shutting out everything else around me.

except for him.

"see you on the other side."

"stop!" suddenly, an officer turns the corner of the bridge far down the road, and he stands frozen as he watches us by the edge.

cursing, i let out a quick breath as jimin mutters a prayer, before looking at me.

it's a silent question.

are you ready?

swallowing once, i nod, and together, holding each other close, we jump.

as we drop down, the distant yells of the officer echo off the tunnel walls, followed by the screeching of cars, police sirens, and more calls for back-up.

ignoring the chaos above, i directed my focus to what was below.

eyes widening, i feel the rush of the wind and see the glittering reflection the stars make on the water's surface, and am suddenly convinced the two of us were going on an adventure.

and we were, i suppose.

because every day with jimin has been an adventure.

running from police, carrying out insane raids, taking down the worst criminals from within their own territories, and handing out justice to all with a side of danger. these were all adventures.

and i wouldn't have it any other way.

meeting jimin's gaze for what may or may not be the last time, i take in the way his jet-black hair frames his face, making him look younger than ever. the way his eyes shine bright despite the situation we were in and the darkness of the night surrounding us. the way the corners of his mouth are tilting upwards, as though waiting for my next move.

"go on, princess," he teases as the sounds of the water come closer. "i know you want to."

grateful for his unwavering flirtatiousness, i grab the sides of his face and kiss him hard. 

his lips are soft against mine as i close my eyes, one of his hands coming up to grab my nape, deepening the kiss. i tangle my fingers into his hair and pull him closer, feeling his heartbeat pounding against my own through his jacket.

there's a rush running through me, similar to the one i'd get when we narrowly escaped an angry mob of gangsters, or managed to successfully infiltrate an enemy base after a few close calls.

it was adrenaline and excitement and the feeling of being alive.

that's what jimin was to me: my source of life.

he had shown me long ago that the only way to truly live was to get rid of doubt. get rid of the "what if" and "not now" and "but." he'd shown me a way to turn my life from merely existing to actually living.

and i would forever cherish him, regardless of all he did for me, or even if he did nothing at all.

i opened my eyes to see jimin staring straight at me, and i let myself fall deeper into his gaze, into his arms, into him, i smiled.

even as we hit the water and sank below, the only thing on my mind was jimin.

and the fact that no matter where we are or what happens, good or bad, right or wrong, he would always be there.

because him and i are forever.

~

#park jimin #jimin #bts park jimin #bts jimin #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #bts #bts missing hours #army bts #bts army #bts au #bts drabble #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts imagines #jiminbts #jimin x reader #jimin park #jimin like crazy

[asa-do-your-thing]

An Eye for an Eye - 05

“Kindling in the Grove”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, sexual innuendos, adults talking about sex, just general saucyness

Aemma walked along the overgrown trail in the forest, collecting fallen limbs and branches, her short legs striding quickly. The tall grass brushed against her rough-spun dress and twigs crunched underfoot. She placed each log on armfuls of kindling and barked at Osferth to gather their bedding from the horses as she crouched over the pile to light a fire starting with some tinder.

Despite the growing storm clouds, Aemma and Osferth worked together in an easy camaraderie that had been forged in the short time they had known eachother.

"One more log, and I think this should be enough," Aemma said, adding a few logs to the pile in front of Osferth.

Osferth nodded in agreement and struck the bellows to life with a glowing ember. "Let's finish up before the rain starts properly."

As if on cue, the rain started to lightly fall around them in a drizzle. "Right," Aemma said with a smile, turning back towards their task.

Aemma looked up at Osferth with a thoughtful expression, wondering what their journey had in store for them. "Do you know what we have to do in Cirreanceastre?" she asked quietly.

Osferth paused his work and met her gaze steadily, sensing the seriousness of her question under the layer of everyday banter between them. He considered her thoughtfully before replying, "No," he said simply. "But I imagine it will be difficult."

The dim light of the campfire gave a slight warmth to the cold night and Aemma and Osferth had just finished setting up the tents when they heard the sound of hoofbeats in the distance.

As it drew closer, they could hear the jingle of armor and the rustle of fabrics. Aemma's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar forms of Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred.

Their faces were weathered by years of battles and hardships, but their eyes held an indomitable spirit as they dismounted from their horses.

"You made it!" Aemma exclaimed, embracing each one in turn.

"Aye," Uhtred smiled, his eyes twinkling in the firelight. "We wouldn't miss this journey for anything!"

Finan nodded in agreement, rubbing a hand across his whiskered chin thoughtfully. "It's time we make our way to Cirreanceastre."

Osferth nodded respectfully at them all before motioning towards their supplies. "Let's get ready for tomorrow," he said curtly.

Uhtred surveyed the campsite with a delighted smirk, his gaze never missing a single detail. "Excellent work, Osferth, Aemma," he proclaimed, his voice reverberating across the meadow like a lion's roar. He swept his cape behind him and gave a nod of approval. "We'll make this our base camp before we set out to fulfill our mission."

Osferth and Aemma exchanged a glance, sharing a small smile. As the others settled around the fire, Aemma took the opportunity to make herself useful, offering them each a plate of roasted meat and a tankard of ale.

As they ate, Uhtred's gaze settled on Osferth and Aemma. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "I have news to share," he began, his voice low but commanding. "We've received a secret message from King Alfred. He has tasked us with a mission of great importance."

A hushed silence fell over the group as they listened intently. Uhtred continued, his words carrying a heavy weight. "We are to infiltrate the camp of a Thane who has been harboring ambitions against the kingdom. Our objective is to eliminate his son, who poses a threat to Alfred's plans."

The gravity of the mission hung in the air, and the fire crackled as they contemplated their roles. "This is no easy task," Uhtred said, his eyes meeting each of theirs. "But it is a necessary one. The fate of Wessex rests on our success."

Uhtred sat in front of his men, trying to keep cool despite the sweat that soaked through his tunic. He leaned forward and grabbed his sword tightly, resting it against his chest. "We could charge into battle and hope for the best," he mused. "Or we could be smart about this and plan a proper attack."

"I agree with Uhtred," said Finan. "We need to think before we act."

Sihtric cleared his throat. "But how do we infiltrate the Thane's son's camp?"

Osferth chimed in, "I suggest we scout out the area first and assess our options."

Uhtred nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, so Finan and Sihtric will lead the scouting party. Osferth and I will gather intel from the locals. And Aemma, you'll have to use your charms to lure away the Thane's son."

Aemma raised an eyebrow skeptically. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

Uhtred smirked. "I'm sure you'll find a way."

"Still, under which pretense am I to lure him away? Should he think that he should help me? Or do you want me to lure him out for a rut? Because if it's the latter, I'm afraid that'll be difficult. These men could do it anywhere, hell, I've even seen a nobleman bending over a maid while she was cooking," Aemma said with a nervous twitch in her brows.

"I... I cannot think of anything to lure him out." She let out a sigh and rested her head on her arm, finishing her ale. "Come on, you lusty dogs, I'm sure you can think of something," she said with a small grin and watched Osferth turning a deep shade of red.

"I... ehm, I do not know...," he choked out and looked at Finan for help. "You're the kind of man that knows his way around these things? Or... Sihtric? Maybe even you, Lord Uhtred?"

Finan grinned mischievously and leaned forward. "I've got just the thing," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Aemma raised her eyebrows, intrigued. "Go on," she urged.

Finan leaned in closer to Aemma and whispered a plan in her ear.

Aemma's cheeks flushed as she listened, but she couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through her.

"I can do that," she said, a sly grin spreading across her lips.

Uhtred nodded in approval. "Good. We leave at first light. Everyone rest up. We have a long day ahead of us."

With the plans for the next day set, Uhtred bid everyone goodnight and retired to his tent. Finan and Sihtric followed suit, leaving Osferth and Aemma alone by the fire. The shadows from the trees danced in the orange light of the flames as Aemma stirred some more stew in a pot over it. She offered Osferth a bowl before taking her own, settling down beside him.

As they ate their meal silently, Aemma couldn't help but feel an odd sense of excitement. This mission was dangerous yet exhilarating - she felt like anything was possible right now. She turned towards Osferth with a smile; he was so composed despite all that lay ahead for them tomorrow.

"We can do this," Aemma said firmly, her gaze meeting his own determined one. "Our skills combined with Uhtred's experience will make us almost invincible." She paused for a moment as she thought about how far she had come since joining forces with these men months ago. "We can do this," she repeated softly before falling into silence once more, watching the lights flicker against her skin.

A few moments later, inside their shared tent, the awkward tension between Osferth and Aemma was palpable. They avoided each other's gaze as they settled onto their respective bedrolls, their movements careful and deliberate.

"Good night, Osferth," Aemma said hesitantly, her heart battling between desire and caution. They had dreamt of laying together and even of marriage - yet, as reality sunk in, she could not help but tremble in fear. If she gave in to temptation now, what would the other men think? She knew that Osferth would never hurt a pup that resulted from their time together - but what else did he have to offer?

“Good night, Aemma,” Osferth muttered reluctantly. He couldn’t help but glance up at the ceiling in search of the right words—words that he was unsure he possessed. The thought of her proximity had stirred something within him on their horseback ride, and he had to adjust himself discreetly in order to make sure she wouldn't pick up on it. Though it was his job to make a move, this situation felt more intimidating than any battle could ever be.

Time seemed to stand still as Osferth gazed upon Aemma, his heart in his throat. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her almond-shaped eyes heavily lidded, her hair clasping her as if it were a protective forcefield from the world outside. Her white linen dress clung to her curves like a second skin and those soft full lips, Osferth thought he would never have the courage to kiss them. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her, yet fear of rejection kept him rooted in place. He wanted nothing more than to bridge the gap between them, but in that moment, she seemed so much further away.

Eventually, the sounds of the night enveloped the camp—the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the soft breathing of his companion. Just as Osferth began to drift into a restless slumber, he heard a gentle snore emanating from Aemma's direction.

He chuckled softly to himself, realizing that she was indeed just a human being, and not some part of his imagination. But the sound, strangely comforting, helped to dispel the tension that had plagued the evening. In the darkness, Osferth allowed himself a small smile, feeling a growing connection between them—a connection that was built on shared experiences, mutual support, and the promise of a brighter future.

With a contented sigh, he let himself succumb to sleep, feeling the warmth of the fire's glow and the soothing rhythm of Aemma's soft snores guiding him into dreams.

#asas fics #asa writes #The Last Kingdom #the last kingdom fanfiction #uhtred the last kingdom #osferth the last kingdom #osferth #osferth x oc #osferth tlk #osferth fanfic #finan tlk #finan the agile #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric tlk #Uhtred #Uhtred Ragnarsson #uhtred tlk #fanfiction #fanfic #Ewan Mitchell

[hopeless-dream-romcom]

One last time

Grass pricked softly on her back as Tahlia adjusted herself beside Cardan. Tilting her head sideways she saw him gazing up at the night sky. The usual brightness that lit his face was missing tonight. 

Up above, tiny flickering stars dotted the sky. The vastness of the world had her smiling fondly. She held his hand tightly as she said, "I'm going to miss you." 

There was a pause before he let out a slight sigh and turned his body to face her.

"Is there no way you can stop going?", he asked looking directly into her hazel eyes that reflected the stars. 

"No", she said, bringing her palm to touch his cheek. 

"...I know you don't want to go." 

"What can I do about it, though?". 

"What if we elope? Somewhere far away, just like how it is in your books?" Even though that would never happen, there was an enthusiastic undertone to his voice. His forehead was creased with a slight frown, as if he was really considering the idea. Turning on the grass, she chuckled into his chest. "I don't think that'll happen". Her voice was muffled as she spoke. Suddenly, the frail string that had been holding her entire conscience together snapped and tears streamed down her cheeks, damping his loose black shirt. 

He caressed her hair gently as she wept into his shirt. 

“I didn’t want to ruin our last meeting like this”

He carried her with him as he pulled himself to a sitting position on the dew beaded expanse of green . His arms held her tightly. Her cheeks were flustered and smudged slightly  with a fading mascara when he pulled her softly from his chest. When she refused to look him in the eyes, he tipped her chin back with his fingers. Those red rimmed eyes were moist and sad. Planting a kiss on her forehead, he whispered, “We will meet again. Even if it's years from now.”

She wiped the receding tears on the sleeve of her top. “I’m scared our memories will fade and one day we’ll stop just feeling a connection and...”

When the sentence hung heavy in the air, he said, “...we’ll just turn into sweet vacation memories.”

She nodded her head quietly. The kind of memories they would tell their grandkids with a smile. 

If only her father had told her where they were moving, though she fears it would have made any difference. But at least they would know how far they were from each other.

She raised her neck and took in the beauty of the sky. 

“It’s so beautiful”, she sighed. Cardan hummed in response. Both of them were searching the stars for something to fill in the aching void growing in their hearts. 

“Even if I wasn’t going, I don't think we could have lasted”, she whispered.

“But it would have been nice if we did”.

He held her close to him when he murmured, “Do you remember the first time we came here?”

Tahlia grinned. “My father had almost caught me sneaking back into my room at dawn.” 

“I remember how excited you were”

“That was the first time I had ever stepped out of my house at night without the maid. You really caught me off guard when you climbed up the tree and poked your head into my room”

“You screamed”, he laughed.

“Of course I would!” 

After a beat, Thalia broke the silence.

“Do you think in some other universe, we could have married?”

“Maybe”

“And we would have gotten children. And they would have loved us. A lot”

Cardan smiled, “A girl and a boy. What do you say?”

She laughed quietly as she lay her head on his shoulders. 

“It must be around one now”, she mumbled, intervening her fingers in his. 

“In six hours the carriages will come...” she trailed off and closed her eyes. She listened to his heartbeat thumping in his chest silently. It was weirdly soothing.

He stroked her hair, rich in blue, as it flowed lightly in the cool night breeze. They stayed there for long moments, occasionally one of them reminisced sweet memories. 

“You  must go back now, Tahlia. It’s too late”, he finally said, pressing his lips onto her cheek.

“Only if we could stay here like this, forever.”

Cupping her face, he gazed at her for a moment, his eyes searched along all her features. The tiny mole on her forehead and the rose tinted cheeks. He was going to miss how she laughed like she couldn’t breathe and how she always shot an eyebrow up when she was annoyed. How her eyes drooped when she was sleepy and how she hissed when they met in public so that her father wouldn’t hear them. Every little thing about her. He was going to miss them all. 

Leaning in, he kissed her on the lips. She held him tightly as their lips caressed each other gently. 

When they broke off, Tahlia was pulled to her feet as he got up. Holding hands, they walked in a calm pace through tiny ivy spread paths.

#royalty #forbidden love #bittersweet #boyfriend #adorable #teenage love #love #crush imagines #friends to lovers #Night sky #Starlit #Romance #sad #imagine #imagines #boyfriend imagine #boyfriend imagines #x reader #boyfriend x reader #fiction #my writing #writers #writers on tumblr #fantasy #hot #crush #crushes

[mikeys-bike-slut]

Untitled Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: none, Baji centered chap 💙

***

Once I climbed onto the roof of the abandoned shopping centre I soon found Baji. He stood near the edge, the wind softly blowing his long raven locks. The setting sun lit up his face and I can clearly tell something serious was going from his stern expression.

"Kei?" I call out softly and he turns around forcing a small smile for me. "What's going on? It's not like you to be this serious" 

"I'm going to leave Toman and join Valhalla" he says as he gives me a serious look.

"Like hell you are!" I snap at him immediately. "Are you out of your mind?" 

"Kazutora asked me to join and I accepted it-" I just slap him without even thinking. Hearing Kazutora's name has made me lose every bit of rationality I had. Baji stayed quiet, normally if anyone touches him he greets them with a punch but he just stood there. He knew... he knew how much I despise Kazutora. "Things are not right in Toman and I do not trust Kisaki either, he came from Moebius, and I have to find out what's going on. I have to protect Toman and Mikey. Tell me you wouldn't do the same" he asks as he looks at me with his amber eyes.

I stay quiet before I reply. "You're not wrong... But dammit Baji..." I sigh then I just hug him tight burying my face in his shoulder. "Take care of yourself, you fucking idiot" 

"Of course, you too" he says softly and hugs me tight. "Watch out for Mikey for me, I will announce my departing at tonight's gathering. I just wanted to tell you before hand. You're the only one I trust and knew won't try to stop me" he says as he caresses my cheek. "Whatever happens do not tell the truth to anyone, especially Mikey. I want him to be fueled to take down Valhalla otherwise Toman is going to fall. Someone is trying to take down Toman from the inside and get rid of Mikey and I have a feeling it's Kisaki but I cannot know for certain until I join Valhalla and do my own investigation. We might have to fight each other" he says in a serious tone. "Stay with Mikey" 

"I wish we could just kill Kisaki" I say coldly as I clench my fist. 

"Yeah, that would be so much easier but that would violate what Toman stands for, you have to keep in mind he is part of Toman now. Promise me you won't do anything rush, NO matter what happens" he says in a serious tone as he looks at me. I growl then let out a sigh and just nod. "Good girl" he smiles then chuckles. "Once this is over I promise I'll be back by your side and we gonna kick ass again together." 

"I'm gonna hold you to that promise" I smile then I link our little fingers together. "Promise?"

"Promise, bitch" he grins. "Now, how about we watch the sunset together? For old time's sake" he asks with a big smile then pulls me back to him as he walks behind me and wraps his longs arms around me then dropping his chin on my shoulder. 

I know we were to suppose to watch the sunset but I can't help but close my eyes and relax in his embrace as I lean back against him and lift my hands up and caress his arms. I missed this. These lazy afternoon with my best friend, letting our worries being washed away by the last rays of the autumn sun, burning away the anxiety and fear of the unknown. 

"Remember when we used to sneak out up here and get drunk?" he speaks up, his deep voice resonates in my ear making my smile and I slowly open my eyes. 

"Until Shinichiro found us and smack both of us. He was so pissed" I chuckle as I remember back to those good old days. Baji and I were only 13 and we would steal Shini's beers and sneak out at night to meet up here and get drunk. We were stupid little shits who thought they were cool.

"He always said we were both bad influence on each other" he laughs. "That we were a match made in Hell"

"Hell yeah we are" I grin then I lift my fist up and he fist bumps me. "We're the indestructible duo"

"Now that, we are" he chuckles then slowly he quiets down and I can sense his mood shifting. 

"You okay, Kei?" I ask softly.

"I can't believe you forgave me..." he says quietly, and I just turn around confused to face him.

"What are you talking about?" I caress his cheek worried. Is he beating himself up again for some shitty mistake he did as a kid?

"After what we did to Shinichiro..." his voice is serious and quiet as he looks at me, his beautiful warm amber eyes now filled with sadness and regret. I don't think he ever forgave himself for what happened.

"No... what he did" my tone slowly shifts and a cold undertone shakes my words. "It wasn't you, it was Kazutora... I could have probably forgive him, after all, you were stupid little kids who had no idea what the hell you been doing, but after taking Shinichiro from us he had the nerve to treat Mikey the way he did... As for you? I care about you too much to ever hate you no matter what would you do. You are my best friend, my brother, my partner. You're literally my other chaotic half" I smile at him as I reach up and caress his cheek again, and finally a small smile appears on his lips. "That's my boy" I smile and he shakes his head with a growing smile.

"Hate to admit but love when you call me that" he chuckles. "Tell anyone and I will beat you up" 

"Oh really? Come at me then Baji" I grin then I jump back and playfully put my fists up. 

"You really don't want this..." he smirks then put his hair band between his teeth while he puts his hair in a ponytail then tie it up.

"You might be my best friend, but it's so fucking sexy when you tie your hair up" I chuckle. 

"Oh my, thank you" he bows theatrically then I use this to take off and jump on him but he easily dodge me then puts me on my back and stands above me.  "Look, your favourite position, or at least that's what I heard from Mikey and Draken" he winks at me and I gasp offended.

"You did not go there!" I snap at him then laugh. "You fucking asshole!" I chuckle then smack him playfully and he just sits on top of me weighing me down. "It's not true!"

"Oh come on, you think I'm an idiot?" he laughs the gives me a grin. "The sexual tension between you and Mikey is so fucking obvious then the way you and Draken look at each other, it's like you two are telepathically fucking each other" he says with a grin. 

"Oh fuck, it's that obvious?" I groan.

"Just a bit" he winks at me.

"I kinda hoped it wasn't obvious. Jesus, this is awkward" I groan and he just laughs.

"Hey as long as they treat you right... And fuck you good" he winks at me and I just smack him again laughing.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" I laugh as I look up at him.

"I am aware" he grins then gets off of me and lays down beside me looking up at the orange, red sky above us.

Baji and I laid there in silent until there was only a faint red line on the sky, signalling that the horizon has swallowed the sun, also signalling that we should be going. The meeting's going to be in a few hours and we both need to get ready, plus I should go back to Mikey. 

"Not gonna lie I needed this Kei" I let out a relieved sigh as I turn to my side then lean over and kiss his cheek. "Thank you for always being here for me"

"Of course, and I always will be, you'll never get rid of me" he winks at me then pats my arms. "You should go back to Mikey now. I think he wants to fuck you before the gathering" he teases me and I just smack him playfully.

"Shut the hell up, asshole" I laugh then I give him one last hug before I stand up. "Be safe Kei, and come back home soon" 

"I'll be back home soon to watch the sunset with you again, I promise" he smiles then gives me one last long embrace before I pull away and run off. 

Just as I got on my bike I got a text from Mikey which read:

"Come to mine" Not even a hello, or a please, I swear he has some horrible manners sometimes. I shake my head then shove my phone into my pocket and ride off to Mikey's and Emma's place. I park my bike up outside next to Mikey's precious Babu then I walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. To my surprise Emma answers the door. 

"Heyy Em" I smile excited as I hug her.

"Hey Angel! What bring you here?" she smiles as she returns my hug and gives me a curious look. 

"Your dumbass brother. Is he in? I mean Babu's outside" I say as I motion behind me. 

"Yeah he is outside in his 'dojo'" Emma says while rolling her eyes which makes me chuckle. "Go and kick his ass, pleeeaaase" she playfully begs then leads me to the backdoor that leads to the garden where their shed stands which Mikey and Draken turned into a training place for Mikey, not like he needs any training.     

"Thanks Em" I smile at her then I walk out to the shed then walk in, finding Mikey shirtless, sweaty punching the heavy punching bag hanging from the support beam. "Hmmm delicious" I smirk as I watch him. My only weakness was seeing Mikey shirtless, he knows his toned upper body and his muscles turn me into an absolute mess. 

"I know something that's more delicious" he smirks as he turns around to look at me then runs his tongue over his bottom lip. 

"Well, we have time before tonight's gathering~" I purr as I take my jacket off but he just turns around and goes back to punching the bag. 

"Sorry, I'm busy" he shrugs then gives me a cute smile. Asshole.

"Then why did you call me over?" I cock a brow with a smirk as I sit down on the beanbag and watch him. The way the sweat drops slowly run down his toned upper body almost made start drooling. I just want him to attack me and fuck me into oblivion.

"To tease you" he gives me a smirk then continues punching the bag. The nerve and audacity of this man, I swear. 

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[happilyelectronicstarfish]

Starting life in Hawkins

Premise - After the tragic death of your mom, you and your dad are forced to move to make ends meet. With Hawkins being your new home, knowing no one isn't always a bad thing. You don't know who you might meet.

Pairing - Eddie Munson x (f) reader

Warnings - eighteen+ content, mention of drugs, strong language.

Word Count - 800+

Chapter 1

After the death of my mom, my dad lost his job and the bank took back our family home. After this the only place we could afford to live was a town called Hawkins in a trailer park. 

I tried my best to comfort my dad but the grief was taking a hold of him and I spent a lot of time on my own in a mold ridden, leaky trailer. 

Every day my dad would do overtime at the local plant, keeping himself as busy as he could so he was not overcome by darkness. I couldn’t blame him, he had lost the love of his life.

When he wasn’t working he was drowning his sorrows at the local bar. 

To keep myself occupied during the summer, I started working at a gas station. It was the dullest thing I had done in my life. I wanted to be outside exploring or just anywhere else to be perfectly honest. 

The gas station had its regular customers but they were creatures of habit. Only ever coming in on certain days of the week, otherwise it was like a morgue. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Most days I would just be sitting behind the desk, headphones on, listening to old mixtapes on my walkman. 

On what I thought was going to be a normal Saturday, the last Saturday before I was due to start my new high school for the start of the school year, a van skidded to a halt. I recognised the van, it was from a few trailers down from mine. The music was so loud, I could see the windows of the van shaking. The ignition was turned off and a guy jumped out. He was tall with long, shaggy dark curly hair. He wore tight skin black jeans, white high top reeboks, a denim jacket and from what I could see a white top with a devil on.

He oozed coolness. I was in awe of him. He looked so confident and so sure of himself. Walking across the forecourt with a slight spring in his step.  

Oh shit, did he just catch me staring at him with my mouth open? A smile spread across his face as he entered the store. I quickly made it look like I was yawning and pretended to shuffle some papers around to make myself look busy. 

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as he browsed the aisles. Did he keep looking up at me? Nah, couldn’t be, must be my imagination. 

He slowly swaggered over to the counter. My palms got really sweaty. I had never felt like this about someone, let alone a stranger. 

“Afternoon sweetheart, I’ll take these slim jims and a pack of marlboro reds.” I blushed and turned to the cigarette wall to grab them. I scrunch my face up and told myself to breath and just chill. 

When I turned back around, his grin had gotten bigger, his elbows rested on the counter, with his chin on his hand and he was staring with his big brown doe eyes, straight into my soul. We just stood and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. “Good music taste” he said finally breaking the silence. My walkman was still playing and the sound was traveling out of my headphones around my neck. “Is that Black Sabbath? The Mob Rules?” he asks. 

“Err yeah, you know it?” He laughs, stands up straight and starts singing at the top of his lungs. I start giggling “so you do know it then. My mom used to love them”

“Used to?” He questions.

“Err, yeah, she passed suddenly last year..” I trail off. Way to bring down a mood. 

He looks at me with compassion but also like he had been through similar sadness. “Fucking great taste in music she had then. Obviously you take after her.”

I read his shirt - Hellfire. “So Hellfire, is that you band?” 

“Oh no sweetcheeks, I’m the dungeon master in the Hellfire Club. We are the official D&D club at Hawkins High. My band is called Corroded Coffins. We play every Tuesday at The Hideout. You should come along sometime.” His grin gets even bigger, I could tell he had a passion for his band.

He winked, placed his money on the counter and turned to leave. “I’m Eddie by the way. Its been a pleasure.” He gave a slight bow as he made his exit.

I shout after him, “Yeah, see you around”.

I watch as he gets into his van, start up the engine and winds down the window. He fiddles around with his stereo. All of a sudden a wave of music can be heard. Black Sabbath. I start to laugh to myself. Eddie hangs out of the window singing his heart out again, looks at me, winks and drives off. 

From that moment, I knew I was in trouble. I had a massive crush on a boy I had only just met. Were we ever going to see each other again?

**NEXT CHAPTER HAS BEEN POSTED**

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things x reader

[opie-nixx]

You Should Go Deal With That. (CHAP. 7)

Arthur got back from a fishing trip with Dutch and Hosea pretty happy.I was sitting on his cot with his tent flaps a bit open for some light until Arthur walks in and I notice the slices on his face. I look up from the book I was reading and beam a smile at him.

Y/n: "Did you wrestle with the fishing hook?" I ask jokingly. He touches his face.

Arthur: "Err no. Got a bit sidetracted on our way to the fishing spot." I stand up and push him on the cot. I grab a bandanna that was laying on the end table and grab a health cure that I was his satchel. I begin to pour a bit on the bandanna.

Arthur: "You don't always have to do this for me."

Y/n: "I like to look after you." I turn to him with the health cure dipped bandanna. I take a few steps up to him and gently grab his chin and turn it upwards to me. My face dusts a light pink as his eye's pierce through my e/c ones. Soon I feel his hands rub up and down my thigh's.

Arthur: "You're too good for me." He says softly.

Y/n: "Yeah?" I stutter. He gently tugs on my legs, urging them to bend so that I straddle him. My legs give in and I oblige.

Y/n: "What are you doin?" I try to keep cleaning his wounds but I loosen my grip on his face. I glance at his eyes before looking down between us. I notice how the distance between us closing. I drop the bandanna as Arthur's hands rub all the way up to my waist sending shivers everywhere around my body.

Arthur: "Look at me." My eyes flick to his as he moves 1 hand to push my h/l h/c behind my ear and cup my face. I put both my hands on either side of his cheeks. We meet each other halfway and our lips slam together. His tongue pushing into mine to explore. My mind completely shuts off as our tongues dance together. His hands begin to untie the corset in a hurry before they move to grab my ass. He stands up hoisting me up with ease and sets me on the end table. My hands push his coat off and then unbuttoning his shirt. We break for air, Arthur pausing.

Arthur: "Are you sure ab-"

Y/n: "Shut up." I pull him back in to me as our lips meet again, my hands begin to run through his hair. His hands squeeze my tits causing me to  moan. I can feel him smirk into the kiss.

??: "Say whatever you damn well please… but I tell you, if I don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to kill somebody."

Pearson: "And if you don’t stop hissing at me, I’m gonna kill you."

We both pause and he lets out a loud defeated groan.

Arthur: "I can't catch a break." He lets go of me and begins to fix his clothes. I begin to do the same.

'Did that really happen?' My hands begin to fix my hair. I hear Sadie and Pearson start to bicker even louder.

Y/n: "You should really go deal with that." I chuckle looking off into the ground. Then before I know it Arthur pushes me against the end table again, but this time gently pressing his lips against mine. I can't help but to melt. I moan.

Arthur: "I'll continue this when I get back." Arthur takes a deep sigh before opening the tent flap and leaving through it. I take a minute to cool down and regain my composure before exiting myself. I see Arthur and Sadie make there way out of camp on a wagon, but what really caught my eye was Grimshaw trying to get Molly to do some chores, before she throws her hands up and leaves. That's when I make my way over to Molly.

Y/n: "Why DON'T you work?"

Molly: "I don't own nothin to this camp. I lived a life of luxury before my ma and pa came 'ere."

Y/n: "Mm...Have you ever thought that people would respect you more if you would contribute something besides sucking off the gang leader?" I look at her threateningly. She took major offense as she steps up to me. I see the rest of the camp except Dutch watch off in the distance.

Molly: "What did you say, you harlot!?" She raises her hand to slap me, which doesn't go unscathed as I backhand her as hard as I can causing her to fall on her ass and hold her cheek. I walk over to where Karen, Mary-Beth and Tilly were standing and point to a wash tub with water.

Y/n: "What needs to be cleaned?" I say as I can feel my heart thump against my chest.

Karen: "Uh..Clothes?"

Y/n: "Bring me a pile." I say as I hoist up the tub of water and walk it over to where Molly was sitting. Karen and Mary-Beth rushing around to grab clothes. I set it in front of her.

Y/n: "You owe this camp if you're going to sit on your ass all day yet eat our food." I take the clothing pile from Karen and Mary-Beth and drop them in front of her.

Y/n: "The least you can do is clean." Before I make my way back into Arthur's tent I notice she begins to start on the clothes. I face plant into Arthur's tent.

A few hours must've gone by but I hear footsteps approach the tent and some hushed whispering. I notice a pause before I notice Arthur walk in with a half smile and some stew in his hands. I push myself up.

Arthur: "So...Interesting day after I left?" He says with a chuckle pushing the bowl of stew towards me to take.

Y/n: "You know?" I take the bowl.

Arthur: "Everyone except Dutch." My eye's roll.

Y/n: "It's not fair that everyone contributes something, and she thinks she don't owe us. Like what the fuck." I take a spoonful of stew and chew on it for a bit. I feel Arthur wrap his arm around me before planting a kiss to my forehead. My hands begin to clam up again.

Y/n: "What was that?...Earlier?"

Arthur: "I..uh...er..Kissed you?"

Y/n:"Why?"

Arthur: "Because I wanted too." He stares at his stew before shoving a few spoonfuls into his mouth.

Y/n: "So, what does that make us?" I look up to him.

Arthur: "I don't know."

Y/n: "Mmm...Okay, so if I wanted to go kiss Javier, could I?" Arthur choked on his stew.

Arthur: "No."

Y/n: "Mm, but you don't know what we are."

Arthur: "Mine...You're mine."

Y/n: "Was that so hard to sa-" Arthur drops his bowl and pins me to the bed. Causing me to spill mine.

Arthur: "Where were we earlier?" He says low and seductively.

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[duskwoodgirl4life]

For All Of Time

A flashback in time

A collaborative work of Jake X MC

Jake x MC flash back

Duskwood Park 2018

the air was cool and fresh the cool breeze washed over her as she walked down the street there was something extra special about this day it was one that they had been looking forward to for so long, from the day they first started talking today they finally get too meet each other in person she had dressed simple wearing black jeans a vest top and a black hoddie her long red hair flowed down her back. She was so happy she couldn't wait too meet the love of her life the one who she had shared so much with and yet hadn't been able to see his face it didn't take long for her too reach the spot Jake had picked for their first meet.

She sat down on a bench pulling out her phone she couldn't help but scroll through last nights conversation the last words they had both said i love you, a warm feeling spread across her body and a smile spread across her face, as she looked up she could see a male coming towards her he too was dressed in all black, he carried a backpack on his shoulder as the figure got closer her heart started to race this was the moment she had been waiting for she was finally going too get too put her arms around him feel the warmth coming from him kiss his lips for the very first time. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice that the man had sat down next too her and put out his hand, she looked up and she could see his beautiful brown eyes his black hair peaking out from under his hoddie. They both sat and just looked into each others eyes he was beautiful he was everyhthing she imagined he would be, she couldn't believe just how lucky she was too have someone as special as Jake in her life.

They both exchanged hellos and and sat for a few minutes just making idle chit chat Jake broke the awkwardness, he placed his hand on her chin tillting her head back slightly she could see his lips getting closer too hers. Her whole body was screaming out for him too kiss her this was a moment she had pictured over and over again trying too imagin what it would be like too have his lips on hers. His lips reached hers his tongue fighting to get into her mouth she opened her mouth slightly and gave him access their tongues fighting with each other their hands on each others back. They were both foreced to break the kiss as it had left them both breathless giving their lungs much needed air. Jack leaned his head against MC's with a warm smile spread across both their faces Jake said it was time for them too head too the chinese restaurant they both got up and walked hand in hand.

Jakes POV

I could see her sitting on the bench waiting for me her long red hair flowed down her back touching the bench, she had dressed all in black she looked so beautiful as i got closer i could smell her perfume it was so intoxicating, i sat down next too her she was so inviting her warm smile her green emerald eyes looking back at me how could i be so lucky? how could someone so perfect have come into my life what ever the reason i was glad she had entered my life the way she did. I take her hand in mine i could feel the cold cool air around her fingers i let the warmth of my hand take over the cold air around her hand. I can't explain how it happened but i feel myself moving closer towards her and my lips crashing down on hers i could feel soft lips on mine my tongue begging for access into her mouth which she grants out hands are all over each others backs all the pent up emotion coming out in the kiss. We had too break away from each other to catch our breath giving out lungs the much needed air her hand reached out and moved some of my hair off my face and tucked it back into my hoodie.

I leaned forwards my forehead leaning against hers we both smiled and looked into each others eyes this was the moment i had, we had been waiting for what seemed like all our lives for, i took my phone out of my pocket and looked at the time for a second their was a look of worry and concern on her face, i looked up at her and smiled and kissed her cheek i told her that it was time for our dinner date the worry and concern soon washed away and a smile spread across her face she had so much love in her eyes i knew then that i just wanted too spend the rest of my life with her i knew that one day i would ask her to marry me it would just be me and her and if she wanted too a little baby running around the place.

I couldn't help but look at her while we walked towards the chinese restaurant i just wanted too spend my whole life taking in her beauty, she looked at me and stopped walking her hands wrapped around my neck she pulled me close and gave me a soft kiss on the lips i could feel the passion fighting too get out i wanted access too her mouth again. It was like she knew what i was thinking she quickly gave me access out tongues touching out lips crashing together she was everything i have always wanted and more. We finally pulled away and catch our breath out foreheads touching smiled across both our faces it was going too be me and her against the world no one and nothing was going too stand in out way.

As Jake was sat at her bedside he noticed her hand starting too move slowly, Jake's eye widened MC if you can hear me please just squeeze my hand please baby a tear started too roll down his cheek. Just as he was about too give up hope that she might be able too hear him as she lightly squeeze his hand.

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[firelords-and-waterbenders]

Azula Week D2 - Protective

Azula and Kya stood on the palace steps to see off the Phoenix King’s air ship. A cool breeze caused a shiver to run up the Fire Lord’s spine. Both royals bent into a formal bow as Ozai boarded, only rising once he had disappeared into the belly of the ship.

“Bye, Grandpa!” Kya called while enthusiastically waving. “What a dick,” she murmured so only Azula could hear.

Azula’s jaw clenched as she leveled a glare at her niece. “My office, now!” she commanded before turning on her heel and retreating into the palace.

Kya was almost jogging trying to keep pace with the Fire Lord, but Azula didn’t care. She dismissed the guards stationed outside her office and ushered the princess inside. Kya looked on in curiosity as the older woman locked the doors, latched the shutters on the window, and checked the ventilation grates in the wall. Once satisfied they were secure, Azula rounded on her.

“What were you thinking?” she exclaimed. “You must be incredibly lucky to have disrespected your Phoenix King and your Fire Lord and come out the other side without being challenged to an Agni Kai!”

Kya crossed her arms over her chest. Her brows furrowed and her jaw clenched. “What do you mean disrespected you?” she bit out. Her voice raising with each word. “I was trying to make him see that your policy ideas, our policy ideas, are valid and thought out and necessary! It’s not my fault he doesn’t give a shit about…”

Azula smacked her across the face. Kya’s face snapped to the side of the room. She bit her lip as her nostrils flared and drops of blood welled up along the scratches on her cheek left by Azula’s perfect manicure.

“Watch your mouth,” she warned, her voice a low and dangerous hiss. “Father has spies all throughout my court. Do you know how much he despises your father? Do you know how hard I had to work to convince him to keep you alive and admit the embarrassment of having a half-breed granddaughter? The only thing stopping him from killing you is the fact that I need an heir of royal blood and can’t produce one myself.” Her eyes burned with tears as she admitted that out loud.

Kya’s face softened as she faced the Fire Lord. “I’m sorry, Aunt Azula,” she murmured. Azula turned to face the closed window, blinking back the tears threatening to escape.

“Did you ever wonder how your father got his scar?” she asked, calmer. Kya nodded. “When we were younger, Zuko spoke out against a general’s plan in a war meeting and was challenged to an Agni Kai. In the arena, he found out he would be facing our father, not the general he spoke out against. He refused to fight, and Father burned him for his cowardice.”

She took a steadying breath. She always tried to keep it at the back of her mind. To never speak it aloud. “You can’t treat me like this! You can’t treat me like Zuko!” Her words from so long ago filled her mind. The panic she had felt back then gripped her chest once more. She lifted her chin and turned back to Kya, shoving all that back to the deepest recesses of her brain.

“If you question his decisions like you did last night again, if he finds out about any ill things you have said about him, he will not hesitate to do the same to you or to me. Do you understand?”

A look of horror stamped across Kya’s face. That expression pulled at something in Azula’s chest. She needed this girl to understand the seriousness of the situation. If she didn’t, she would get herself killed. It slowly dawned on her that she could not let that happen. It wasn’t even just because she needed an heir. This was the first time in a long time she felt a real bond with someone, one of the few times in her life she felt like she genuinely cared about someone. She didn’t know what she would do if something happened to this girl, and it scared her.

“Kya, I need to know that you understand me,” she repeated.

“Yes, Aunt Azula,” she replied with a nod. Azula nodded back. Her mind whirred as she thought of ways to further protect her. Her eyes widened for a split second as the idea hit her. A smirk curled the corner of her lip.

“Kya?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to learn how to bend lightning?”

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[angel-0f-verdun]

12 Chimera

Previous Chapter

The night was filled with the clomping of hooves at a constant trot or gallop trying to flee Hamunaptra. The noise was calming and the breeze of the night kept us cool, I had wrapped a blanket around my shoulders as it was almost too much at times. After the conversation with the leader, we knew there was more to fear. I could see the visible change in Rick from the pompous ‘I got him’ guy to ‘Oh shit we’re in trouble’. In my case, there were many thoughts that washed through my mind. Evil… The word filled my mind in metaphorical capital letters. We were all so focused on getting out of there that I hardly noticed Evy was trying to get my attention. 

“Eris?—Eris?” She asked repetitively. 

“Yeah, Eves?” I replied so she knew I was listening. 

“When we were in the chamber you said that the mummy would yield to you until he was fully regenerated. What did you mean by that?” She asked inquisitively. 

“Honestly, Evy I’m not sure. That was Ahmanet, it was like I couldn’t control her, a fight was happening in my mind.” I said to her choosing my words carefully. 

“Yep, I could tell that from your eyes and speech.” She murmured lost in thought. 

“It’s like I was possessed—wait, my eyes? What happened to my eyes?” I asked her. 

“They turned to gold and doubled; not like you had four eyes but your pupils. God, it was disconcerting Eris. I wish you could’ve seen it.” She explained. 

“It certainly got my attention. What I don’t understand is why you? Why did this entity attach itself to you?” Rick pipped up from the background. 

“Well, I’ve been told I’ve been marked for death because of my tattoos,” I whispered out, just loud enough to be heard over the hooves. 

“Marked for death… Who in their right mind would tell you that?” Jon asked as he slowed down to a trot next to me. 

“The warrior, the one that leads them all…” I told him. His face dropped, and his sarcasm died. 

“You’re put your faith in the one person who has attacked us not once but twice?” Jon asked recovering from the serious moment. 

“And beyond that, he has been watching us at each step of the process. Yet he didn’t come forward and say anything with concrete evidence until we were all in danger?” Rick asked me. 

“I guess it is silly when you put it that way… He just seemed to know more about this type of thing than any of us did.” I told them perking up a bit, now that I didn’t feel that I was going to die. 

“I swear to you, I won’t let her hurt any of you,” I said to them all, hoping that they would believe me. 

“She won’t get what she wants out of you, not if I have anything to do with it,” Rick said back to me. I nodded, knowing that there was nothing he could do. 

“We know.” They all echoed each other. 

“Eris, I wondered if I could talk to her…?” Evy asked curiously. I looked around at the other two curious about what their opinions were, Rick nodded and Jon just stared at me. 

“Give me your pack and weapons,” Rick told me, holding his hand out ready to receive them. I did slowly, then took my knife from my sleeve and gun out of my waistband. He nodded and held on to my gun for a second, watching my eyes. I nodded to him to take it once my hands were free I called Ahmanet to the front. She happily appeared a bit eager to talk for once. Evy’s grip tightened on her reins and she straightened her posture. I felt my own posture morph into something that was best described as regal, I felt Ahmanet straighten my back, my grip on the reins, stretch my neck out, and hold my chin up high. I knew she did not feel threatened by Evy she actually seemed interested in her. 

“Ahmanet, our last meeting was rather sudden, I would like a proper introduction. My name is Evelyn Carnahan, this is my brother Jonathan, and this is Rick O’Connell, Eris’s brother. I hope you don’t find it awfully rude that I have requested to speak with you.” Evy started the conversation strongly. I felt Ahmanet blink at her in response, she felt Evy was a lowly comparison to her and the introduction did not matter at all. 

“She cannot change her fate. The curse will never be broken. She was branded from a young age to be my host. My chosen before was murdered and before that and so on.” Ahmanet spoke in Ancient Egyptian nudging my camel to go faster as it followed Evy’s. 

“But if she is your chosen, why would you want to kill her?” She asked dropping all pleasantries. 

“Oh, I don’t want to kill her, I want to kill him. I am going to grant him eternal life, and make him a living god.” Ahmanet replied as if she was dishing with an old friend. 

“You murdered your father…” Evy said plainly hoping maybe to find some answers on my behalf.  

“I loved my father with all my heart, I only wanted his love in return. They were different times. The day of awakening will soon be upon us. He will become Set and the world will fall to his side, he will have power of life over death and he will have me.” Ahmanet explained to Evy watching her face fall gave her joy. I knew at that moment she was looking to twist the figurative knife that she had just stabbed Evy with. I kept her mouth shut from making any more problems with my friend. 

“What you have seen, what you must know… Why I’m sure it’s remarkable, I’d love to-- I have studied the world of the Old Gods and the New.” Evy started trying to pay her a compliment to see what kind of reaction that would produce. 

“The Old Gods? Your language is simple, what you truly wish to know is what lies behind the veil of death to know what I have seen. And you will when he kills you.” She curled my face into a small smile and watched Evy’s reaction. She shuddered but remained stoic and nodded. 

“I would like to speak to Eris now please.” Evy almost whispered out, Ahmanet faded away and let me push forward back into my own body. It felt so much better to have her leave willingly. Ahmanet knew that our relationship would be easier this way. Evy watched as I blinked and she looked back to Rick and Jon and nodded. Everyone let out a sigh, relieved nothing had happened. 

Rick rode up next to me and handed me the items back that he had confiscated while Ahmanet took over. I smiled at him and happily put everything back where it belonged. They knew I couldn’t control her appearance. I was focused on where we were headed, Cairo, we weren’t far out. We were heading to Fort Brydon, a common area for the locals and for the Royal Air Force, I’d assume we’d run into Winston as well. I needed to get Evy alone to see if she knew anything further about this creature Ahmanet. Her home wasn’t far from here, I assumed we’d be going there to collect her things before we left the country entirely. I knew Rick planned to go with her, my intuition told me to stay behind. I wanted to try to see if I could swing by the museum before we were all scheduled to leave. 

The sky was starting to cloud up and I could hear the thunder starting to rumble as we neared the city. A storm was brewing, with what, I wasn’t sure. But this was the type that I loved, it was exhilarating. I watched as Evy talked to the guard at the gate, Rick leaned over to me, standing up in his stirrups and stretching as he did so. Evy and Jon went through the gate leaving us. 

“I’ll see you in a bit, come down to the bar when you’re finished.” He told me. I nodded to him, clucking to my camel to take me in the direction of our house and the museum. The ride was short but would have been much faster in a car. I maneuvered the camel to the post where I climbed down and tied him up, I gave the camel a pat and reached in my saddlebag for a carrot to give him. I smiled as I held it while he enjoyed the carrot. I strolled through the library entrance, waiting to be greeted by the curator. Although I heard voices echoing through the halls, one was the curator the other was one I had grown familiar with but still surprised me. I could feel Ahmanet struggling in my head to be the main character. I went to the section I knew held the book I desired. Knowing Evy at all, I knew how she would categorize. I slinked up to the stalks and up the ladder to grab it, Set Volume 1. I tucked it under my arm and went back down the ladder feeling my feet firmly on the ground, I walked towards the curator's office. I’m not entirely sure why I did it, but I hid in the hallway for a few minutes listening to their conversation. 

“Yes, the creature certainly poses a threat.” The curator told the man I had previously interacted with. 

“But, the girl, she poses another issue as well. She has no idea the power she possesses, who knows if she has already given in to it. The only good news is that she doesn’t have all the information, although she is quite inquisitive about it. It’s better she knows less, I believe.” 

“Ardeth… I don’t think Eris is our problem here. She’s a bright young thing, quite an adept learner, I have no qualms with her or her family, in fact before this ordeal I would say she would have been a smart match for you. The Carnahan’s however, have a habit of sticking their nose where it does not belong.” I heard the curator chuckle out. 

“Dr. Bey, I respectively and vastly disagree. She has the power to wipe out the entire world, why, you know better than most the stories of Princess Ahmanet. She was beautiful, cunning, and ruthless, she vowed her life to Set and was reborn a monster. All she needs to do now is something she has not completed in her lifetime. The demon will be running around our world, and most likely the sacrifice will be the brother. Or that skittish fellow she’s been with as well, but I’m sure Ahmanet won’t settle for the woman. I’m sure Imhotep already has plans for her.” I stayed quiet hoping to hear more of my fate. 

“Yes, well, if you’ve made up your mind there is nothing I can do to change it. However, do not underestimate Eris, she is a strong woman, I’ve known her for over a couple of years now. I know little about her history but from what I have gathered she is certainly capable, driven, and mischievous.” The curator finished. I swallowed my pride and strode away, I didn’t want to pry any further than I already had. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I wanted to go in and confront them. But I was worried what Ahmanet would decide to do since it would have been an easy fight. I walked quickly down to my own office retrieved a spare scarf I had in there and promptly left the museum. I put the book inside my saddlebag and started my journey to the house. I repeated the process I did the for museum with the camel. 

I walked through the door and took a deep sigh of relief. It felt good to be back in a familiar place. I walked over to my room and pulled out some clothes to change into, but the first order of business was to take a shower. I got inside and did everything without a sense of urgency. It was nice to feel the hot water over my skin and the suds wash away the dirt and grim that had accumulated on my hair and skin. I scrubbed and scrubbed until I felt like a new woman. Once I was satisfied I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my form and another around my head to pull the water from my hair. I left my dress and corset from the trip on my chair in the bathroom and walked to the bedroom to change into the pants and shirt I had laid out. I dried myself thoroughly before putting the clothes on my body. 

“Must we dress like a peasant?” I heard Ahmanet hiss at me. I brushed off the insult and continued moving through my motions. I walked toward the bathroom again preparing to do my eyeliner. I slowly winged the liner being careful not to mess up the lines. 

“At least your face is reminiscent of royal lineage.” I scoffed at her words, heading to Rick’s room. I wasn’t entirely sure why he wanted me to pack him a bag, because he hadn’t touched his clothes here in 3 years, and I wasn’t even sure if they fit anymore. I looked in the closet finding a couple of shirts that might fit and then rummaged through the drawers finding a few pairs of pants. I pulled out a duffle from underneath the bed and put the clothes inside. After this, I went through the house turning off the things that would bill us and other things. After a final round of checking things, I went outside and rode the camel back to the fort. I wrapped my scarf over my head and continued until I saw the guards at the gates. 

“Eris O’Connell, here for Evelyn Carnahan,” I told the man in Arabic. The guards waved me through as I felt Ahmanet pushing through to the surface, I’m sure she would have just doubled my iris to terrify them. It was as joyful to her as it was for me to see their faces change instantly. I tied my camel to a post with the others and slowly got down from the height. I took the book from the saddlebag and threw it in my pack. I then slung the duffle and pack over my shoulder and headed towards the entrance, keeping my head down and away from prying eyes. I walked through the courtyard and down some stairs to the bar. I saw Jonathan talking at the bar with the Americans. I took a seat next to him and decided now was the time to do some research on Set, I opened the book and waited for my brother to arrive happily settling in and ordering a gin and tonic from the bar.  

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Elrya: The New World By T. A. Onkọwe (Me)

4 - Lǐzhì-Mei

The following are instructions to make an invisibility potion:

1. Grind together 1/2 teaspoon each of ground ginger, nutmeg, and gryphon saliva in a mortar.

2. Add these ingredients to a cauldron containing equal parts boiling water and mantrap leaves at a volume of 120 litres.

3. Stir the mixture clockwise over a medium flame until it turns a light green colour.

4. Add the following: -1 pint of manticore venom -1 ounce of maiden's hair -A sheep's eye -55 pints of pulverised sky serpent scales

5. Stir the mixture until it thickens and turns a deep dark purple colour.

6. Turn the flame down just barely and let the concoction simmer to a syrupy consistency.

7. Remove the cauldron from the heat and let it cool.

8. Once cooled, bottle the potion and drink it to achieve the desired effects.

- From the 11th edition of the compendium of rare and experimental potions, by Arcturus Zephyr and others.

The miniature Jung fleet which surrounded her tea ship split their formation and hung back, letting her little tea ship speed past.

Lǐzhì bounced on her feet, eagerly awaiting landing on the holy island and, far more importantly, the fellow demigods who were supposed to be there More people like her presented a wonderful research opportunity! She could finally test her observations against other test subjects instead of endlessly theorising.

What a wonderful scientific opportunity!

Lǐzhì watched the sailors prepare to dock as they approached the golden shores of Zhōngxīn. She hadn't touched land in a month and was eager to disembark. She rushed up to her cabin and rushed through her rooms, packing her alchemical supplies and spell scrolls away before rushing back on deck with her stuffed pack.

"Chin up Mei, don't hide your face." Yù-Liàng tutted. Liàng was a short, stout woman draped in many layers of silk and jade jewellery. Her dark, pitch-dyed raven hair was perfectly sculpted, and her makeup was exactingly applied.

"I'm not." Lǐzhì sulked, resisting the urge to do so.

"You are, and you need to be at your best." Liàng admonished as the ship began to dock.

"You said I'd be perfect for this."

"And I'm not taking that back, but you need to be presentable. You're meeting with other demigods, some of which are of the nobility, and high priests. You're representing all of us."

"I know that. I've spent my whole life preparing for this." Lǐzhì lifted her hand and drew a character in the air in front of her. Her bags lifted jerkily, bobbing and floating along behind her as they disembarked.

"This is what I'm talking about." Liàng reached forward and corrected her rune, refining her sloppy handwriting. Her bags moved along smoothly now. "Magic is supposed to be refined and elegant. Your form and character work... is not."

In combat, there isn't time to keep your magic pristine. Lǐzhì was about to bring that up, about to rehash the same arguments they've already had over and over when Hua appeared. The tanned older sailor hobbled forward on a simple wooden cane to greet Lǐzhì's delegation. They had sailed ahead of the group to prepare things for her, a measure Lǐzhì thought was unnecessary, but she was so glad they were here now.

"Liàng, I don't think now is the time for a lecture. We wouldn't want our esteemed allies to be kept waiting?" They walked up to Lǐzhì and placed a kind hand on her shoulder.

Liàng sighed. "Fine. I will speak to the Kyst delegation to make sure your accommodation is prepared." Liàng flounced away, leaving Lǐzhì and Hua alone to speak.

"I wanted to check you were all packed and ready and I see you... certainly are." They glanced at her overflowing baggage.

"Yep," She patted her floating pack.

"Good. How are you feeling?"

"Excited but anxious?" Lǐzhì paused then whispered. "I want them to like me."

"The bonds I made as a soldier lasted with me my whole life." They set a heavy reassuring hand on Lǐzhì's Shoulder. "You will find your place."

My place? What is my place? What if they have another spellcaster? A better one? Will they even need me? What if Liàng is correct and they think I'm clumsy? Pathetic? Lazy? 

Talentless? Defec-

"I see I have only made your worries worse." Hua frowned. "Trust me. You will be fine."

Fine, fine, perfectly fine. I'm fine, fine...

Lǐzhì chanted to herself quietly as she disembarked from her tea ship and walked onto the docks, surrounded by her guards and retinue. The docks were full of other foreign ships and sailors: dark skinned O'Àwiṣuran's sailors with their deep multi-decked canoes, fair-haired Cerisi with their longships, and so many others. Her retinue met a delegation of priests

headed by a grey and stooped over, golden robbed priestess followed by younger priests and their guards. The priestess walked with the help of a wooden staff, topped with a golden cage that held a flickering flame.

"Welcome to Zhōngxīn." The priestess spoke in a soft raspy voice. "I am Mother Qiara, and I will be your guide while you're here, Lady of the Hǎimén, daughter of the Grand Zi of Shābīn-shāi."

"Thank you for your invitation, Mother Qiara stewardess of the flame." Lǐzhì bowed. "I am Mei, and these are my companions."

"If you follow me, I will take you to your accommodation."

Lǐzhì would have preferred to walk, or float, but Liàng would sooner die than let her do something as unnoble as walking and Hua couldn't save her this time, so Lǐzhì awkwardly stepped into a litter that her servants dragged down from the ship. Lǐzhì train of people followed Qiara's through the city, her entourage in tow. The city was bustling with people, all of whom stopped to stare at Lǐzhì and her entourage. She tried to ignore them, but it was hard. She was used to being stared at (one doesn't use a litter as their main form of transportation and not expect stares), but not like this, not stares of adoration and...

...devotion?

"They're staring at me," Lǐzhì whispered to Hua who walked next to her litter. Liàng sat slightly behind to her left in her own smaller litter.

"It's not everyday one sees a godling walking among us," Hua whispered back.

Lǐzhì frowned and shrank back into the litter, trying to hide herself from the crowds behind the litter's silken curtains and plush pillows.

"Don't hide your face, Mei." Liàng said. "You can't let them think you're too stuck up to make eye contact. But don't make too much eye contact, or they'll think you're overcompensating. You need to be proud but not too proud."

Stuck up? Am I stuck up? I hate eye-contact. Why do people love eye-contact so much? Overcompensating? I didn't know there was such a thing as too little eye contact? What's wrong with people? Or is there something wrong with m-

Lǐzhì took a deep breath, closed her eyes and righted herself. She stared straight ahead, trying to shove her anxiety down as she carefully and mechanically made eye contact with a few random bystanders. She felt like an automaton, but that's probably what Liàng wanted. The procession continued through the city and began cresting up a hill towards the city centre and the temple square.

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