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teaberrii · 2 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The President's Delinquent (END)

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Two months later

“Congratulations!”

You'd invited Cyno inside after he drove you home from a date that evening. The last thing he's expecting is to be greeted by the sound of party poppers going off and his friends gathered at the front entrance. You also look just as surprised.

It's a week before graduation, and the best news Cyno has ever gotten throughout his entire student career at Akademiya is that you and he will be going to Liyue… together. Cyno learned about his accepted application first; you were among the first people to know.

You also got your acceptance letter into Liyue's graduate program a few days later. When you gave him the tightest back hug of his life the day at school, Cyno worried that something had happened. But his worries immediately vanished when he turned around and saw your large smile.

“I’m surprised you managed to keep this a secret,” you say to Rahman when everyone is together with drinks in the living room. Everyone has wine, while Nahida and Jebrael’s son has orange juice.

“Well, I can’t have everyone’s efforts go to waste!”

“Okay, okay,” Candace says, raising a glass, and everyone else does the same. “Here’s to Cyno and Catnip on their next chapter in life together!”

“You make it sound like they’re getting married,” Tighnari laughs.

“I have one.” Everyone turns to you as you clear your throat. “Here’s to the good news that everyone got in recent weeks! Tighnari, on his acceptance into Sumeru’s graduate forestry program. Candace, on her new job in the Sumeru government. Professor Alhaitham, on his promotion. Kaveh, on his new job as a lead architect!”

"How come Haitham always gets Professor before his name, and I only get—"

Nahida lifts her glass higher. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

Kaveh raises his glass with a deadpan look but drinks his wine regardless.

Soon, the room is filled with laughter, conversation, and squeals and screams.

“Hey.”

Cyno turns around and sees Nilou. “Hey.”

Over the last two months, Cyno and Nilou have slowly repaired their friendship, and he's glad they are finally back on good terms. No more hard feelings. No more awkwardness.

“What are you doing standing here all alone? You should be celebrating! Or… is something wrong?”

“I guess I can relate to how you felt when you decided to leave Sumeru.”

“Ah…” Nilou chuckles. “Are you feeling nostalgic already?” She nudges him. “You have it better, at least. Catnip is coming with you.”

“I’m thankful she is. But there’s also everyone else.”

“Well, we can’t have everything we want in life.” Cyno looks past Nilou, and she turns around to see Tighnari. “If I could have everything my way, all of us would be together forever!”

“Cliché.”

“I think we’d get tired of each other pretty fast,” Candace says.

“Geez, we’re supposed to be celebrating!” Kaveh sighs.

“I have an idea.”

No one would’ve thought Alhaitham would be the one to suggest a game of Twister.

“Get your ass out of my face!”

“Ow! You’re stepping on me, Tighnari!”

“Ack! I can’t! I can’t!”

Cyno's glad he dropped out of the game early. Now, it's a battle between Nahida, Candace, Tighnari, Kaveh, and Jebrael's son. Each of them looks determined to win. Cyno looks around. It's been a while since you left for the washroom. What's keeping you? So, he steps out.

“If you need anything… anything at all, don’t hesitate to call us.”

Rahman's voice makes Cyno look around the corner, and he sees you, Rahman, and Jebrael in the garden.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you so emotional,” you say.

Rahman sniffles. “It’s just… you’ve always been with us! Like… without you… it’s like a part of us is gone.”

“You’re taking it too far, Rahman,” Jebrael says. “Ojou will be fine.”

“Well, I know that! But… it’s always been the three of us!”

Cyno suddenly remembers what Nahida said a few months ago: It’s always been the two of us! He’s about to walk away when he hears Rahman say, “Well, at least you’ll be in good hands. The kid will look after you.”

Jebrael turns to Rahman. “That doesn’t mean she should rely on him.”

That’s when Rahman sees Cyno. “Hey, kid!”

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” Cyno says, coming out from behind the corner.

“You were probably looking for Ojou, huh?” Rahman asks with a grin.

"She was gone for a while."

“It’s going to be her first time away from home for so long,” Jebrael says to Cyno.

“I’ll look after her,” Cyno says seriously.

You gently nudge him. “Don’t you mean we’ll look after each other?”

Rahman suddenly takes out a list and hands it to Cyno. "If she gets sick, we found that these usually help. Oh! And…"

Cyno listens intently as Rahman and occasionally Jebrael chimes in with taking care of you and the like. Now that Cyno thinks about it, who are Rahman and Jebrael? As in... what's their connection to you? Your relationship with them is like family, but Cyno doesn't think you're blood-related. You've also never mentioned it either.

“Hey, kid?” Cyno turns to Rahman. “You look like you have something on your mind.”

Would it be rude to ask?

“I was just thinking”—he looks from you to Rahman and Jebrael—“how did the three of you meet?”

“Ah…” Rahman smiles. “Yeah, not surprised that you're curious. Well, to start… we aren’t related by blood.”

“But our families are connected,” Jebrael says. “Her family is the leader of the Eremites, and we work under them.”

“Our families were quite close,” you also add. You glance at them, and they nod. “Their parents died young… so my family took them in and raised them like their own. I wasn’t even born yet.”

“I see,” Cyno says. “No wonder you’re so close.”

“When we found out her parents were pregnant with a girl, it was like we were getting a little sister!” Rahman says. “But… I was hoping for a boy.”

“Rude,” you say jokingly.

“What are you four doing out here?” Your grandmother appears from behind the corner. “You shouldn’t be missing out on your celebration.”

"Ah, well, we were just talking…." Rahman says.

Your grandmother has a bag in her hands, and Jebrael takes it from her. "I bought you some things to take with you," she says. Then, her eyes land on Cyno. "I'm glad you'll have each other. It'll make things a little easier while abroad."

You hug your grandmother, and she immediately returns the gesture. “You’re taking a big step forward, child,” she continues, gently patting your back. “You’re finally stepping out on your own and going to have the life you always wanted.”

“This was the life I’ve always wanted,” you say. “Being with you… Rahman… Jebrael… Going to Liyue is just another chapter.”

Rahman sniffles. “I… I think I need a tissue.”

"No, you don't," Jebrael deadpans.

“Hey!” Nahida peeks around the corner. “There you guys are! Are you coming to eat or not?”

“Oh! Y’all better have saved me some chicken legs,” Rahman says, following Nahida back inside the house.

“You better join them before they eat everything,” your grandmother says.

You take Cyno’s hand and walk back inside to overlapping conversations, laughter, and smiles.

After all the craziness, Cyno couldn't be more thankful that he's starting a new beginning with one of the most important people in his life. Liyue will be another challenge, but if you and he can handle Scaramouche, it feels like you can handle anything. Also, Cyno hasn't told you yet... but no matter where you go or who you become, you will always be his delinquent.

…

The door opens, and Scaramouche walks inside the dreary-looking room.

"You have five minutes," the officer says. Then, he slams the door.

Scaramouche sits in the chair and lazily looks at the ginger before him.

"Orange is really not your colour, Balladeer," he says with a slight smirk.

“Get to the point, Tartaglia,” Scaramouche says. “Don’t tell me you came just for a fucking visit.”

Tartaglia laughs and leans back. “So much for getting rid of the girl. Your plan failed miserably." Scaramouche glares at him. "I'm sure you already know she and her little boy toy are heading to Liyue."

“And?”

“Those two will be on my turf now. You should know what that means.” Tartaglia leans forward. “It’s time to get rid of them once and for all.”

“She’s not worth the time anymore.”

“Don’t tell me you developed a soft spot for her.”

“If you kill her, they’ll come after you. You will have accomplished nothing but become their most wanted person.”

“I’m not talking about just the girl,” Tartaglia says. “I don’t know what kind of grudge or beef you had with her, but I’m looking at the bigger picture… I’m talking about her entire family.” He smiles coldly. “They are a disgrace. It’s time for a new era of delinquents.”

Scaramouche gives Tartaglia one last look. “It’s not that easy.”

“You underestimate me.”

The door swings open, and the same police officer walks in. "Time's up."

Scaramouche stands as the ginger says, "It's time for freedom, Balladeer."

Just before the door closes, Scaramouche turns around. "I guess I'm counting on you for once, Tartaglia. Don't let me down."

Something about that small, wicked smile on the ginger's face tells Scaramouche that everything will go according to plan.

End notes:

Did I really just end this on a cliffhanger... Yes, yes, I did. XD...

Also, I'm running a poll on what I should write next. Take a look if you are interested :)

Some fun facts about this story:

1) This was originally a Xiao/Reader. I thought about making Xiao the delinquent and the cat while you're the school president. But, I thought that was too typical. Somewhere along the way, I thought Cyno would be a better fit, and eventually, it became a decision on who to make the cat, the delinquent, and the school president.

2) You and Cyno's careers/characters are loosely inspired by the characters in Gokusen, a Japanese drama. Except, the female lead in that show is already a high school teacher, and the male lead is her student.

3) Nilou was supposed to be Collei. I originally had you rejecting Cyno's confession and having Collei come in as an old friend/junior who Tighnari, Candace, and Cyno used to mentor. But, I thought you rejecting Cyno didn't really have a point. So, it turned into a bonding moment with Rahman and Jebrael instead.

Thank you to those who stuck around until the very end! Y'all are amazing <3

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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A Light Touch

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

CW: language, assault, violence, sexual themes and situations, implications of non-con, loss of limbs, blood. 18+ Only.

Beginning - Table of Consent -

Chapter 3: Victoria

"Get in the wheelchair, Mouse." Eustass directed. He and Killer had arrived early to visit and were already here when you started going through the discharge process. The two of them were more comfortable with the steps needed than you had expected and you wondered if there were a lot of injuries at their mechanic shop.

"I can walk." You assert, sliding off the bed after Killer had tied your shoes for you.

"Yeah, and if you don't get into the wheelchair, they'll sic an orderly on us. It's hospital policy." He grins and pats the seat.

You narrow your eyes. "You ass, you just want to be able to say you can push me around."

"I could just carry you out of here." He threatens, but the smile on his face tempts you.

You look between Eustass and the chair and then decide to sit in the chair. You're currently on day three of knowing this guy and there's no way you're going to catch feelings for someone who you don't really know. Even if his scars, eyes, hair, voice and body are hot in ways that you hadn't expected. At least when you first noticed him you could blame the painkillers.

Your face is turning pink, but you're not facing him so you're so safe.

"I'll go get the truck. You two try not to burn down the hospital." Killer says, slipping out of the room with your stuff. He held out the rumpled gift box from the day before. "Not opening this?"

Your eyes widen. The box had been set at your bedside, but you slept so much you'd forgotten about it, and then Coby had arrived and you napped before Kid and Killer showed up.

"Ack – uh, I will when I get home, I guess. I don't want to delay getting out of here."

"Don't like hospitals, Mouse?" Kid teases, pushing you out of the room and following behind Killer.

"Mm." You grunt the response, and seem to shrink in your chair as you're wheeled through the hallway.

"Care to elaborate?" There wasn't a tone in his voice. No teasing, no demand.

"In the car, sure." You answer automatically.

"You're not going to panic on me before we get there?"

"I never panic." You assert, maybe a little too forcefully.

"Everyone panics." Eustass said flatly.

"Even you?"

"Mm."

"Can't picture it."

"Flattery won't get you anything, Mouse."

"Oh, I bet I-." You stop, feeling heat in your ears.

You didn't need to turn around to be able to picture the devilish grin curling across Eustass Kid's face. You could feel the evil glee practically radiating off of him, and the worst part was that it stirred things in you. He could be married for all you knew. To Killer, for that matter. None of your conversations had been personal, or at least not overly personal.

You felt Kid lean down as his pace slowed just a little. His voice was soft and low near your ear, and you could feel goosebumps race across your skin.

"You bet you could, what, Mouse?"

You can't stop yourself from making a noise, an undeniably needy noise.

You half expect steam to rise up from your skin you're so red so fast. You put a hand over your face and just will the Universe to whisk you away before you die from literal embarrassment.

There's a hum from Eustass, and you can practically picture someone ringing a gong and awarding the round to him. There's nothing you can say to salvage your predicament, it's best to just remain as quiet as possible until something distracts him.

As it turned out, the one to get distracted was you.

Coming up to the exit you caught sight of a car in the pick up area and couldn't help a small gasp.

"What's up?" Eustass asks, looking around.

"I think that's a 1957 Chevy Bel Air!" You try to keep your voice down, but the excitement was spilling out into your words. "Haa, it looks like a sedan model, those're rare. The collectors snap up all the convertibles and coupes and the sedans get forgotten, but for a sedan it's just so nice. Oh man, I wish I could see the interior. The original leather seats are nice, but some people have done suede instead and I'd almost be afraid to sit on that, but it's gotta be so comfortable. I wonder if it's inline 6-cylinder or the original turbo V8. I mean, it's been so many years an original stock engine would be insane, and a modern V8 would have a lot more power and fuel efficiency.

"Ah it's oil-slick black too!" You're outside now, getting a proper look at it, and the sun plays off the black paint, sending up subtle sparkles of rainbow color flecks. "Damn that's deep red... suede... and Killer."

Killer had closed the trunk and had a wide smile on his face.

"No way." Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops. You leap out of the chair and look at Eustass, who has the most impressive shit eating grin on his face. "THAT'S YOUR CAR?!" You're pointing at him almost accusingly.

"It's slightly modified." He admits, setting the wheelchair off to the side and holding out a hand. "Wanna sit in the front, Mouse?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." There might've been something about maintaining your pride, or not giving Kid another win so soon after the last one, but you'd never been so close to such a cool car. The idea of getting to ride in one almost makes you nervous, but if Kid's going to let you ride upfront you're not going to argue.

You go over to the other side of the car and reach for the handle. You hiss in pain as you knock the raw end of your hand-less arm into the door. Swearing you turn from the car and stomp your foot on the ground a couple times until the initial sharp sting begins to subside.

The smiles on Kid and Killer's faces evaporate.

"Son of a feathered mother bitch." You growl, and then reach out with your right hand. "I'mma ram this damn thing into everything until I get a prosthetic, aren't I?"

You successfully break the uncomfortable tension that had started to fall over everyone with your creative swearing, and Kid snorts. "Probably."

"The rehab from the prosthetic's not going to be graceful either," Killer warns, holding the door for you as you get into the front seat.

"Don't worry Mouse, we'll make it as painfully embarrassing as possible." Kid promises, slipping into the driver's seat.

You laugh despite it all, and only sigh a little when you start struggling with the seatbelt. You grumble under your breath for a moment, trying to snap it into place on your own, but it's not happening. Eustass is looking at you with half a smirk on his face.

"Need a hand, Mouse?" He says deliberately.

"You have just been sitting on that, waiting, haven'tcha?" You grumble, even as you smirk. There's a bemused grunt and you decide that you'll give as good as you're getting, respect for the car or not. You look into Kid's eyes and flash the biggest, toothiest smile, before chomping down on the seatbelt to steady it so you can click it into place.

"I'm good." You say, settling into the seat comfortably.

You hear Killer grunt behind you and even Kid laughs. "Bite Victoria again and I'll bite you, Mouse."

"You're all bark anyway," You dismiss the threat.

"Care to test that?" The edge in Eustass' tone is almost enough to feel like a bite all on its own.

"Not with me in the damn car, Kid." Killer barks. There's an sound in his voice that makes you realize Kid may have actually bit you.

Kid grunts and turns the key, bringing Victoria to life. The rumble of the engine hits so well, and you're realizing some of Kid's modifications. It might be the sedan body, but it wasn't the original V8, there's too much power in it. It's not a modern engine though, or if it is it's been modified to purr like a proper muscle car's engine.

"Where to, Mouse?"

"North," you muttered absently, checking out all the knobs and accents and even checking out the glove box. "When you run out of land you can turn around and head back to South Blue."

Kid grunts and looks over his shoulder at Killer. "What's her license say?"

"42 Rosilea," Killer started reading. "Glao district, it's not far from the shop."

"You're both horrible."

"I'll drive you to your rehab appointments in Victoria, so calm your tits, Mouse." Eustass grumbles, putting the car into the gear and taking you away from the hospital.

Your dream car rides like one too. Victoria purrs once she's up to speed, but accelerating causes her to growl and it's perfect. The shocks are a step up from the stock option for the older model car, and you can barely tell that you're touching the road things are so smooth. Whether he meant for it to be or not, the car was a glimpse into a side of Eustass you imagine he wouldn't admit to.

Luxurious.

"We're in the car, Mouse." Eustass points out as you start to get comfortable and stop poking at everything within reach.

"We are." You answer him honestly, not understanding.

He rolls his eyes. "You said you'd elaborate in the car."

"Hu---oh!" You clear your throat and sigh. "I said, I heal fast right?" Eustass makes a positive sound. "And I do, and if someone pays too much attention it can get uncomfortable."

"Do you actually have a devil fruit power?"

"Nope. I wasn't even fed one without my knowledge as a kid or something." You admit. "I work for the Registry office, everyone there gets tested as part of the hiring process. I just heal fast."

"I'm getting the impression you're underplaying the 'fast' part of this."

"I mean, I'm not going to regenerate my hand, it's gone." You admit a little more sourly than you mean to. "But I already lied to the nurses a couple times before we left. Ah... shit, if you two were going to take advantage of me, you'da bloody done it by now."

You start pulling the gauze and tape from your arm.

"You get blood on that seat, Mouse, and we will have a problem." Eustass warned.

"Calm down, all the scabbing came and went last night." You admit, and feel the car swerve a bit before Kid regains control.

"Sorry, what?" Killer questioned, undoing his seatbelt and leaning forward.

You hold up your left arm. The end of it is still raw, and there'll be a good bit of scarring, but the amount of damage meant you should've been dealing with stitches and wound care for at least two weeks, if not longer. Instead there's some angry red lines, and completely clean bandages.

"And you've been tested?" Killer questions in disbelief.

You nod. "Yearly, it's part of the compliance of the job. I don't know how to explain it. I heal fast."

"You don't heal fast, you heal like you're wearing a goddamned Germa Raid Suit." Kid barks.

"I wish I had that kind of resilience." You admit.

"Don't we all? Fuck, Mouse, no wonder you wanted to get out of there." Kid swore.

"My mom was pretty adamant about not letting people know how fast I healed up. She used to say she was worried about the government conducting experiments or something. I don't know, it sounded a little paranoid to me, but I listened to her talk about it for years, so I get nervous in hospitals. They run all kinds of tests cause they have to, and who knows what would've popped up on some routine scan."

There was a heavy silence in the car for a long moment and you felt Killer grip the back of your seat. With his hand on your right side, his voice on your left, you effectively felt caged. Not that there was much of an escape from two healthy tall guys while you were in their car. Even if you were outside of the car, your differences in stride did not give you an advantage.

"Yet you're telling me and Kid." Killer points out. His voice is low and dangerous, and you feel a chill run through you despite it all. You aren't afraid, but you're realizing that there's a side to Killer that might be why he's called Killer. "You don't know us, (Y/N), we could turn you over to worse than the government."

You could feel Kid side-eyeing you while Killer leaned back into the back seat. You start wrapping your hand back up and sighed lightly.

"Right or wrong for it," you admit, staying focused on your task, "I trust you two. You've already had a lot of chances to be real bastards if you wanted to, and you haven't been. I'm not going to demand you spill your life stories to me or anything, but if you're like, gangsters or something, then maybe I'm just destined to be friends with gangs."

"You make it sound like you're the kid of a Warlord." Eustass states flatly.

You can't help yourself, laughing before you continue. "Who knows? Mom never talked about my dad, so maybe?" You shrug it off and smile. "I told you guys, you're my first friends since school, yeah?"

"Yeah, Mouse." He grunts.

"You might know my friends, I don't know exactly what they're up to lately, but I heard something about them being the kings of East Blue." You explain and hear Eustass swear.

"I swear to the gods, Mouse, if you tell me you're friends with the Straw Hats I'm going to throw you out of my car."

You wrap your arm around the seatbelt and consider things for a moment. "Can I answer after you drop me off at home?"

You see Eustass' grip tighten on the steering wheel. If he was a cat you were sure you'd be able to see his fur on end and his tail would be so fluffy it wouldn't fit in the car. He wasn't angry, he wasn't full of rage, but there was a very strong feeling of aggravation rolling off him. Killer wasn't saying anything, so you didn't say anything either, and after a long moment Eustass let out a string of swear words that would make a sailor pale.

You swallow hard, but the tension has your stomach knotted. It feels like you've already lost your new friends. You open your mouth a couple times, but you can't bring yourself to say anything. Shrinking into your seat the rest of the ride goes by quietly, and you do you best to hold back bitter tears that keep threatening to flow in the silence.

Ah well, at least you got to ride in Victoria before things fell to pieces.

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4dtk · 4 years ago

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NCT 127: finding out you're older than them

“Hey, can I request an NCT127 reaction to finding out you're actually older than them when they thought you were much younger than them? (like you look really young despite your age lol)” thank u for waiting honey <3 ps i just used random years that are older than the members!

enjoy! this was fun to write ^^

→ TAEIL would have his mouth in an ‘O’, but more of a ‘ooh cool!’ way where he’s nodding repeatedly to nothing seconds after you’ve spilled the beans. it sinks in more later when he thinks of your birth years side by side and he’s like omg! i’m finally not the oldest and it garners a laugh out of you that you don’t mind being called old by him. honestly, you don’t mind being called old at all by the other members, since technically you are taeil’s s/o. the members are closer to the male, so when they call him old, you join in lol

“woah hyung/noona! i can’t believe you now take the place of oldest in our group,” mark says, although gets a smack from haechan for saying that.

“ack! sorry taeil-hyung and (y/n)-hyung/(y/n)-noona, mark’s mouth is a little big today.”

taeil waves it off, curling an arm around your waist to bring you closer as mark avoids eye contact. slowly the members crowd around the four of you, interested in the topic that’s taking place. it was well over 11pm in the practice room, and having just ended dance practice, they cooled down by taking part in the conversation.

“yeah! you finally can call someone else old!” another smack and a whine from mark accompanied by an apologetic look that wasn’t seen often on donghyuck.

“i’m sorry for them,” taeil whispers with a laugh, placing a kiss onto your cheek before taking a swig of water from his bottle. he takes your shaking head as acceptance of your new position of the oldest, pleased when you return his kiss with one to his lips.

→ JOHNNY is the one to pull a dramatic face lol. you know the one where his mouth is in a ‘O’ and his eyebrows are knitted. the expression is playful, but there’s a bit of genuine shock behind it. recovers from it quickly tho and jokingly calls you ‘daddy/mommy’ to annoy you. i can see him calling you the term later if you get married or have kids though, just in a third person kinda way - something like a running joke from when he discovered you were older years ago.

“no way, you’re born in 1992?” his jaw is dropped, eyes wide that makes you smile just a little, “holy shit you’re old,” there’s a fit of laughter when your hand lands on his back as a form of retaliation (“like you’re not!”), but you agree either way, shrugging nonchalantly at the year of birth.

“then maybe now i can call you daddy/mommy,” you groan at that, shoving him for real now as he lands on the sofa behind him and doyoung at the dining table contemplates whether he should interfere. he decides not to when you full on attack your boyfriend, although with half-assed punches as johnny continues to moan out theatrically in between attacks, “but for real though, next time, i wanna hear voices calling you.”

“the fuck? you mean in like a horror movie way?”

“nah, in the i wanna have a family way.” you gulp with a surprised expression and you launch a badly timed attack that hits him in the balls. you’re apologising with a fluster, johnny is groaning in pain. oh well, this could be story to tell your kids or adopted babies next time.

→ TAEYONG is making surprised noises. it’s so cute lol that you’re the one ending up teasing him about it. taeyong forgets it sometimes, so you have the pleasure of seeing him react like a couple of times bc it finally settles in his mind that you’re older than him. other than that, yong loves you all the same and sometimes acts like a baby just so you’d cave and take care of him. he argues that it’s only the right way! older s/o? you take care of me! i want to be babied.

“huh? you’re older than me?” taeyong asks, mindlessly digging through your stuff until he comes across your ID. he curiously sifts through the information on it, but the number of your birth year seemed to stand out the most.

you hum, placing the last bits of your mask on yourself as you turn back to your boyfriend with a similar look: hair band pushing his dyed hair back, with a mask like yours on his face.

a noise of approval spills from taeyong’s mouth, and you’re left giggling in confusion until he explains his reason for it. you nod through it, happy to give your boyfriend what he wants while he takes his place in your arms. “feels nice,” taeyong mumbles, loving the way you’re playing with his fingers before he asks a question with a small voice. “can we do this more often?”

“of course,” and now you’re glad for taeyong’s curiosity of your things, presenting you with the opportunity (and excuse) to hold your lover in your arms.

→ YUTA doesn’t care either tbh. he may be one of the ones to figure it out before the others - how? you don’t know either but i have a feeling he might’ve taken a look at your ID or something along those lines. mans just nods at the year. as long as you’re still yourself and don’t change how you act in the relationship obvi bc he’s dating you bc of how you’ve presented yourself so far. it’ll feel weird if you suddenly start to dote on him just because you’re older. still likes to take care of you <3

“hey babe? were you born in 1993?” yuta inquires one day at dinner, the whole table of members somehow going a little quiet at the revelation.

“mhm! how’d you know?” you tilted your head, placing a piece of fish into your mouth and ignoring the shocked faces on the faces of the different members.

“eehh- i just saw it on your ID accidentally the other day,” yuta smiles when wiggle your mouth around to feel for the fish’s bone, finally able to shoot your boyfriend a smile as you both go back to your dinner. your laugh is the one thing that’s heard across the table and the occasional clinks of chopsticks against porcelain, and you’re confident if you were on a sitcom, the camera would just have all the members staring into it in shock.

“is it that surprising?” you asked the members, some of them waving their hands and shaking their head, knowing that yuta would probably take it up to them if they happen to have a problem with it.

“so i actually needed to call you hyung/noona?! i’m so sorry!!!” mark exclaims, earning a giggle from you.

→ DOYOUNG would react a little intensely too, but more in a starstruck, quiet kind of way. he just has this wide eyed look that make you burst out in laughter at the discovery and his lips are making a funny shape. he nods it off calm and cooly, but inside he’s like oh my god wtf really???? why didn’t i know this holy shit are they going to leave me for not knowing you can see no thought behind his eyes but you know the man’s spiralling a little inside that you have to reassure him that it’s just a minor thing (he gets out of the dump pretty quickly). your age reveal doesn’t affect him much either.

“you’re- you’re older than me?” doyoung’s mouth dries, coffee cup hovering just below his lips as you drop the bomb without much care. it’s quiet in the early morning, having had just finished filming his relay cam, but you can practically hear doyoung’s thoughts. he’s brought of it when you place a hand on his wrist.

“babe, baby, it’s okay. i didn’t tell you anyway, don’t worry about it,” your smile is blinding, and it has doyoung smiling as well, agreeing along to your reasoning and slowly easing into his previous action of drinking his beverage before he halts again.

your head tilts in question. “what is it?”

your boyfriend waves it off with a shy smile, bringing your hand to his lips as he lands a kiss on the skin there, “nothing. just thinking about how much i love you.”

“did it change?”

there’s a blush on his cheeks when he says it, glad for the two of you being in the only ones awake. “no, not one bit.”

→ JAEHYUN would one way or another kind of know already, although he’s not 100% sure. he’s observant, sometimes content with watching you take care of the other members (poor guy gets jealous tho) or just cleaning up after him when he’s a little too tired to do things - like wash his hair and what not. even if you’re not a naturally ‘taking care of others’ person, jaehyun picks up on the things that he’s heard his friends talk about regarding their older siblings (since he’s an only child) or compares to how you act around the group that’s similar to taeyong or doyoung. i can see jaehyun being a little disappointed, but it doesn’t change much as long as he can keep the dynamic of the relationship (so him giving the affection with you in his embrace). jaehyun is a quiet kind of shock like doyoung.

“huh… you’re born in 1994?”

“sure am,” you’re filling out a form for a membership, pen scribbling with swiftness in order not to hold up the line. you pass it back in a minute as the cashier processes your membership, and you feel jaehyun squeeze your hand. “why, why? is it an issue?” you mumble a thank you to the cashier, heading out of the store hand in hand while you find a spot to talk to your boyfriend.

“no no,” jaehyun giggles, a low one that makes your heart flutter, and he leans down to place a kiss onto your lips. it lingers there longer than you expected and you feel his smile on your lips. “there’s no issue. it just kinda adds up, in a way. you’re such a natural at giving advice and taking care of the other members. i’m just… a little surprised, is all.”

you laugh at that, meeting his lips again in a loving peck, “okay, that’s good then!”

→ JUNGWOO says “woowww!” like video game commentary and claps. yes he claps, you’re not sure why either but he’s just so thrilled to learn of your birth year that he just nods along and gives you a thumb-up after. i can’t say he’ll be that shocked, more of like happy for you like you just told him you passed a test or something. when you ask him about it, he just shrugs and pats you on the back. it’s all part of his personality, though, and like taeyong/yuta, he wouldn’t care much apart from being able to call you ‘sunbaenim’ as a joke. sometimes calls you senpai LMAO

“woah, you’re older than me by four years?” jungwoo mumbles when you show him your old IDs, the topic of your birth year overriding the original goal of wanting to see your foetus pictures.

“hm? oh yeah, i guess i never really mentioned it, huh?” you continue with what you were doing, cleaning up the stray hairs sticking out from your hairdo before jungwoo comes back hugging with his long limbs and silky outfit.

“congrats!” he meets your eyes through the vanity mirror and proceeds to peck your cheek and your expression that follows next brings laughter to jungwoo’s chest. you can feel it move from behind you, hoping he wouldn’t mess up the hour you spent on your hair. “why congrats?” your lip is curled with a raise of your eyebrows as your boyfriend continues to hang off your shoulders.

he thinks, then replies with a dunno and leaves the area to settle back on the bed. the snap of his camera follows next, no doubt taking pictures of the serious face shots of your old ID cards.

→ MARK would be one of the ones that you think is over exaggerating, except he’s just that shocked. he would stumble over his words and texting johnny or whoever to tell him and be like “yoooo? huh? what?” mark would probably be the last one to make the connection and johnny is all like “yeah? u didn’t know?” and mark is like “HOW WOULD I KNOW THEY LOOK SO YOUNG?????!!” hysterical, this man. mark almost doesn’t believe it for a second and you have to take out your ID to show him lmfao

mark’s head snaps to you once he overhears you in conversation with the flyer distributor, catching your attention with something that was in line with your interests. mark tunes out the promoter explaining the features of the product, only coming back to earth when you mention your date of birth for a trial of their services.

“you’re WHAT? nah. no. no way, show me your ID.”

the other jumps back at the sudden exclamation while you just raise an eyebrow. sorry, excuse him, you mumble, and you’re dragging mark off to the side as you fumble in your bag to pull out your ID in exasperation. the timing is imperfectly perfect: mark bends down to inspect your birth year, you flip open the wallet a little too hard, it hits his head in a loud thwack!

“ow.” mark giggles, squinting his eyes to finally make out the fading ‘1998’ on your card, “oh! so the same as jungwoo hyung?” he giggles again, “he finally as someone to talk to!”

→ HAECHAN is shocked but would immediately mask it and go like “oh my! still so pretty, miss halmeoni,” he coos and you’re so ready to smack him. in a way acts like johnny but will not stop using the word on a daily basis (unless you tell him that you don’t like it). it becomes part of the pet names that he calls you, but he still likes the classic baby/honey/love. sometimes also like to whine with hyung/noona if he wants something, like a new video game or for you to buy food for him. other than that, haechan is pretty indifferent about you being older than him.

“hah?! you’re born in 1999?” haechan has his neck stuck out like a fish out of water, not posing that much difference since he’s just finished a shower. you make the bed with deftness, tucking in the duvet easily as your boyfriend approaches from behind.

he’s shocked, but before you can comment on it, he recovers quickly to deliver a quip through his toothpaste-filled mouth, “oh my! halmeoni, then you should take a seat!” your hands are on your hips, glaring at him while he only grins.

you indulge him, though, and take a seat on the newly made bed, relaxing into the softness of the sheets with elbows.

“if i’m considered elderly, then, you can do the housework for me, right?” the dread that slowly fills up haechan’s features make you explode into giggles, before pushing yourself up to come face to face with him.

“thought so,” you whispered, petting his head as you continue the clean-up of the room.

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Auriga Hills: Part One (Javier Peña x f!Reader) (1930′s AU) (ON HIATUS)

Auriga Hills ~ Part One

masterlist / next part

pairing: javier peña (narcos) x f!reader

warnings: rated M for adult language; violence; smoking; allusions to sex

word count: 3.9k

story summary:

Javier Peña- brash, arrogant, a real jerk.

And now he’s your damn husband.

Allured by the prospect of mischief and money, you consent to marry Javier Peña to assist him in his undercover mission for justice. You’re only in it for the fun, nothing more, nothing less. But traveling together in close quarters on a train bound for the West Coast comes with some unexpected ramifications- you’re actually beginning to like the damn idiot.

A 1930’s Enemies to Lovers AU

a/n: Train setting? Check. Enemies to lovers? Check. One bed trope? Check. Fake marriage? Hecc yea! Enjoy!

also found on: Ao3

Auriga Hills

Part One:

You’ve had your fair share of near-death experiences, but this one certainly takes the cake-

-Because you’re actually about to die.

Urg!

You wanted a heroic death, a front-page-newspaper-worthy death! Something along the lines of: “Woman Dies Saving Drowning Child!” or “Woman Throws Self in Front of Gun, Saving Pregnant Mother!”

Damn it, “Woman Strangled in Dark Alley!” doesn’t have nearly the same ring.

You continue whispering curses under your breath, leaping over a crate blocking the entrance to a darkness-draped alleyway. Your feet slip as you bolt forward, fighting for just an ounce of traction against the wet, gravel-coated ground. Eyelashes fluttering against the night air hanging thick with the fog rolling in off of the sea, you squint, spying the eerie, deserted docks in the distance.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You can already see it- your corpse floating face-down in the water.

Oh, there’s no way in hell you’re running down there! You’re not about to hide somewhere so convenient for your killer.

No, if he’s gunna kill you, he’ll have to work to dispose of your body, thank you very much.

Growling through clenched teeth, you spin on the ball of your foot, cutting around the corner of a brick wall as tightly as you can without stumbling. You groan with relief when your feet finally trade the gravel for solid ground, easily doubling your speed with the added traction.

You strain your ears as you bound in between two buildings, listening for that tell-tell crunch of pursuing footfall.

…

Nothing.

You grin.

Tightening your cap against your head, you do not slow down- not even for one instant. You dare not- not until you get to a- ah! There!

You snicker as you bolt towards the abandoned warehouse towering before you, energy returning to you in droves. The building’s nothing but an empty shell now, long since abandoned by the drifters, such as yourself, who once haunted its interior, so it should be safe enough to settle down and hide within.

Home sweet home, baby.

Grinning, you blast the door wide open, storming inside as the noise reverberates throughout the barren building.

“Geez Louise!” You slide to a stop, panting heavily for air. Slapping both hands down against your knees, you whine at the stab, the sting in your side from the exertion of running.

Hell.

You deserved this.

You deserved to have a close call- to have the pants scared off you. Hell, what a sloppy job! You should be ashamed of yourself- you’re more talented than this!

With a heavy, forlorn sigh, you sink down to the ground, pressing your back up against the metal wall of the warehouse, shivering against the chill.

“Damn,” you groan, reaching into your coat to pull out the object responsible for all this bloody trouble.

Your wallet.

Okay, so maybe it’s not exactly your wallet…

It’s a…. borrowed wallet…

Borrowed from someone else’s pocket, that is.

You stare at the worn leather, letting your thumb trace the maker’s mark.

Well, what can you say?

You need the cash more than the man you pickpocketed this from, that’s for certain. He’ll get over it… eventually… If he ever stops searching for you, that is.

Your grin only widens.

With a snort, you paw it open and begin fumbling through the wads of….

…Hundred-dollar bills?

Your eyes blast open.

“Jumpin’ Jahosafat!” you hiss through your teeth, fingers tightening around the wallet. You-you can’t believe your luck!

“Bloody hell!” you gasp, shuffling through the bills, holding them up in the air to get a better look. This-this can’t be real! How many grand is this?

You throw your head back, your sharp bark of laughter bouncing off the thin, metal walls. “Ooooh-boy! Oh, that man wants to murder me right about now, absolutely murder me.” Oh, you wish you could see his face right about now!

Fighting against a fit of giggles bubbling up your throat, you pull out an identification card from the wallet, eager to discover the name and face of the man who’s, no doubt, off somewhere spitting every curse word under the sun at you.

You squint your eyes, attempting to read the card in the dark.

“Javier… Peña…” You pull the identification card further away from your face, trying to angle it just right in the moonlight so you could make out his image.

Two dark, soulful eyes and a moustache glare back at you.

“He looks like a damn grump.” Your grin falls into a frown at the judgement in his frozen stare. You toss the card off to the side. “Glad I stole from him.”

You reach back into the wallet, pulling out-

“Oh!”

Oh….?

Another card? And another… Another… Hell! How many….? All with different names, and-

Your eyes stretch, your stomach squeezes…

An… an ordinary citizen would never have this many… If- if he’s part of the mafia, or a copper, or…or…

Oh shit.

No, no, you’re washing your hands of this- immediately.

You cram the cards back into the wallet, removing the cash and stuffing it in your coat pocket.

“Nope, nope!” you grumble, leaping up to your feet. You spin around, not exactly sure what it is you’re looking for, but- ah, there! An open window, right above your head! And that side of the warehouse boarders the water- perfect!

You hurl your arm back, eager to rid yourself of-

“Throw that and see what happens.”

…oh shit.

You’re dead.

“Turn around.” The voice lowers. “Slowly.”

…

Rage.

Rage edged in his tone.

Oh, hell.

Oh hell!

Your blood pulses, throbs in your ear. How- how do you get out of this?

You’re going to die you’re going to die you’re going to die.

Shit, shit, shit!

You raise both trembling hands. “Sir- I… There’s been a- a, uh, misunderstanding-” You slowly twist, meeting the two dark orbs of-

Javier Peña.

Or John Buckley.

Or Fred Matthews.

Or- or whatever his real name is.

You blink, refusing to drop his gaze, swallowing back the fear gurgling in the pit of your stomach.

Both of his hands rest calmly on his waist, but there’s nothing calm in his expression. His eyes flash at you, furor radiating off of him in waves.

“Five words.”

His voice is deep, raspy- made all the more terrifying when paired with the searing I’m-going-to-kill-you glare. He rolls his shoulders forward, taking on the presence of an even larger man.

“Give me-” he takes a step forward, his shadow crawling across your face- “my damn wallet.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lower your brows. “And get the hell out of my house!”

He quirks his brow, watching you with a deepening expression.

Damn it, what are you doing?

“Stop playing games with me, mujer.” Something… dark edges in his tone. He raises a finger, pointing at your hand. “It’s in your fist.”

Your eyes lower.

“Ah, oh my! Thought this was mine!” You toss him a cheeky grin. “No harm done?”

You don’t wait for an answer.

You spin around.

The window.

Arm back- aim-

“Ack!” you squeal, throwing all of your weight at the ground. “Let go of me, you creep!” You thrust out your feet, aiming over and over and over for his shins, but missing each time.

His grip on your wrist is painful, unforgiving, holding you partially up off the floor.

“You little shit,” he growls, plucking the wallet from your grasp. He frees your wrist, letting you flop back against the floor with a hard oof.

Groaning, you scramble away from him, stumbling up to your feet. “Fuck you!” you shout, launching towards the door.

So close-

A hand slaps on your shoulder- heaves you backwards. “Yipes!” you yelp, stumbling to the ground at the sudden reversal of momentum.

You throw out an elbow, but it lands nowhere.

You squirm- kick-

But then-

Two large hands press your shoulders against the ground-

-you’re pinned.

“Stop fighting,” he hisses in your ear, breath hot against your skin- a faint hint of cigarettes. “And stop yelling.” He reaches down, digging through your coat pockets.

“Why?” you growl, wriggling beneath his weight. “S-so you can kill me without any w-witnesses?”

He doesn’t answer.

You blink.

Oh… not… good.

“W-wait- sir!”

He pulls back, flashing you the wad of cash. “A misunderstanding?”

“Give me that!” you hiss, raising up off the floor. “I need it more than you!” You throw out a hand, but he swiftly pulls it away, tucking the cash within his coat.

He’s up on his feet and stalking away before you can barely think.

“I saw all those cards, Mr. Peña!”

He freezes.

"Give me a hundred, and I’ll… uh, forget what I saw.”

He turns, faces you- but it’s not anger that’s etched on his face.

Amusement.

At you.

He grunts, reaches into his coat-

Your eyes blast open. “Don’t shoot!” You throw your hands in front of you, stumbling back a few steps.

“Relax.” His voice is buttery smooth- almost mocking. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it as he watches you, the layer of sweat on his face reflecting against the moonlight.

He puffs on the cigarette, silent.

Staring at you.

Wet curls plastered against his brow.

You raise your chin defiantly. “Don’t think I won’t-”

“As if anyone would listen to a thief.”

You blink.

A small smirk quirks up in the corner of his mouth. He takes another puff of his cigarette, dabbing the ashes off to the side.

“Go home-” he takes a puff of his cigarette- “kid.”

“I told you-” you take a step forward, red flashing in the corner of your vision- “you’re in my home.”

“Here?” His voice deepens, and he throws a glance up, eyeing the hole in the roof of the warehouse.

“Yeah,” you growl through gritted teeth. You cross your arms tightly across your chest. “Don’t pretend you care. You don’t care- care if I’m hungry or cold tonight!” You throw your hand out towards the door. “Just take your money and get the hell away from me.”

The amusement slips from his face, the irritable expression from his identification card swiftly replacing it.

“Goodnight then-” he tosses his cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his heel- “And careful-” his voice lowers, deep, raspy- “who you steal from next.”

You watch as he slips out the door, stalking beneath the shadows of the buildings lining the docks.

And then-

He’s gone.

Along with the cash-

-Your chance at a new start in life.

Rage explodes behind your eyes.

“ARG!”

You kick at the side of the building, cringing against the jolt of pain that shoots up your leg.

“Damn you, Javier Peña!” you scream into the dark. “And damn your stupid mustache!”

You really hope he heard you.

-------

It was a bad idea to stay in the warehouse for the night. Damn, you forgot how cold it could get by the sea. You can’t stop shivering.

With a pathetic groan, you sit up, eyeing the moon through the window, trying your best to assess what time it could be.

You raise a brow. Maybe… Four o’clock? Five o’clock?

You sigh.

Fine. Whatever.

Guess you’re up for the day.

Leaning down, you dust off your baggy pants, lamenting your current status. Maybe it’s time to jump another train… try a new location.

Tucking your hands in your pockets, you sneer over at the cigarette on the ground, trying to avoid thinking about…. him.

Hell! If it wasn’t for… him, you- you could have used that cash to have a bed tonight- warm food! A… a hot bath!

You groan pathetically, inching the door open. “Oh, curse my bad luck,” you grumble, flopping your head back as you stumble out into the chilly sea breeze. You wish you never held that cash at all if you couldn’t keep it for yourself.

It was all just a cruel joke.

But then again… it was kind of your fault for stealing it to begin with…

Oh, no matter.

Soon, you’ll find a way to get back on your feet. This is all just temp-

“Good morning, Mujer.”

“Yipes!” You all but jump off the dock and into the water. “Wha- oh, you!” Gritting your teeth, you all but growl at him like a feral dog. “What the hell do you want?” Tapping your foot rapidly against the dock, you throw both hands on your hips.

He leans up against the wall of the warehouse, taking another puff of his cigarette. He glances up at the setting moon, utterly unbothered by your anger.

“I have a… proposition for you.” His voice is low, still and calm.

“…What’s this proposition, Mustache?”

“Call me that again-” his voice drops- “and you’re taking a swim.”

You’re almost tempted to test him… almost.

Rolling your eyes, you saunter a few feet closer to him. “What. Do. You. Want?”

His eyes darken- piercing into your own. His raspy voice is all but a hoarse whisper-

“I want you to marry me.”

Silence.

…

You burst into laughter. “Oh- hell! G-good one!” Reaching out, you give him a slap on the arm. “Damn, I’m-”

“One grand, for your trouble.” He takes a puff of his cigarette, his dark gaze holding your own. “And a quick annulment when we get to the West Coast.”

You blink.

“Wait… you’re serious? Actually… serious?”

“I don’t joke, hermosa.” He shifts forward, passing you by as he steps to the edge of the dock. “I’ve… run into a complication.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, wait a minute, are you a cop?” You run forward to stand beside him, staring up at his face. “A mobster? What exactly am I getting into here?”

He tilts his head, glancing down at your gaping mouth.

“You don’t need to know.”

“Like hell I don’t! I’m getting the hell out of here!”

“Hold on-”

You stare down at his hand clutching your wrist. “Fifteen hundred.” His eyes shift away from your face, his voice… tightening. “I… work for the government, hermosa. That’s all you need to know. My partner… she fell through.”

“You better not tell me she got bumped off, I swear I will-”

"The California Express train leaves today, and I must be on it, with a wife. I’m… out of options.”

Ripping your arm back, you furrow your brows at him. “Then, be on it? I don’t want the money- you’re insane. You don’t need a wife; you need a doctor.”

Spinning around, you begin to rush down the dock.

No amount of money is worth-

“Two grand.”

Freeze.

Slowly, carefully, you turn back around, watching with wide eyes as he saunters towards you.

“Two grand.” He tilts his head. “Two grand. This is…. important, Hermosa.”

“Two… grand?” you whisper, eyes widening. “Jumping Jahosafat, it must be important…”

Tossing the cigarette into the water, he steps right up beside you, hovering over your face.

"Very.”

A small smile tickles the corner of your mouth.

“Three grand.”

“No.”

“Then bye.”

“Wait-”

He growls, rubbing his eyes. “Fine, three grand.”

“And an annulment? Once the train arrives in California?”

He releases a heavy sigh. “Yes.”

Slowly, a grin inches its way across your face.

“Well, Javi-” you slap him against his shoulder- “you just bought yourself a wife.”

His frown only deepens.

“Let’s get one thing clear-” his fingers dig into your upper arm, pulling you into him. “If you break my cover or once- even once- ignore my any of my orders, I will not hesitate to throw you off a moving train.” His voice is cold, hard. You believe his every word. “Are we clear?”

You only sweeten your smile.

“Javi, dear-”

“Don’t call me Javi.”

“Let me make one thing clear-” you stand up on your tiptoes, resting your arm atop his shoulder- “If you touch me- even once- I’ll lob your head off.” You wink. “Are we clear?”

He has the audacity to return your smile.

“Indeed.”

It hits you at once- three grand.

Three grand! You- you can’t believe it! Three grand! And a free trip to California? You- you can maybe open that bakery! Just like Mother’s!

You clasp your hands together, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Damn, three grand!”

"Calm down,” he grumbles, lowering his brow. “We don’t have much time. You’ll need some clothes, I imagine, before we go to the courthouse.”

“Clothes?”

“You can’t wear that-” he motions at your baggy pants and much-too-large coat- “on the California Express.”

“Fine, guess we’re going shopping?”

“You need a bath before I’m taking you in anywhere,” he grumbles under his breath, spinning around on his heel as he stalks away.

“Hey!” you yelp, jogging up behind him. “Excuse me, sir. What exactly are you trying to insinuate?”

“You stink.”

“Of all the nerve!” You stumble over your feet trying to keep pace with his strides. “I’m- I’m not bathing in your hotel room, you peeping tom!”

He stops- you run straight into his back.

“Oof, Javi!”

“We’re going to be married, sharing a train compartment-” he angles his head to the side- “and you’re worried about this?”

Silence.

He has a point.

…Not that you’re going to admit that.

“Javi, I will not, you mustached bastard- what- wait! What are you doing? JAVI!”

He swings you forward- and you flail- off the dock-

-straight into the water below.

“J-Javi!” you shriek, splashing the water around you as you fight to stay afloat.

“You can bathe down there,” he grumbles, amusement lacing his tone, “or you can bathe in my hotel room. Your choice.”

“I- I hate you!”

He has the nerve to grin at you.

-------

You stare at yourself in the mirror.

Hell, you make a real lady. A grin stretches across your face, and you adjust the hat on your head until it’s angled just right.

Yup. A real lady.

Heh.

No one would know the truth.

You gasp at loud rapping on the bathroom door.

“Out. Now,” Javier barks.

“Fine! Fine!” you grumble, gathering up the last of your newly purchased items into your bag.

“Now, Hermosa.”

Flinging the door wide open, you come nose-to-nose with one angry, glaring Javier.

“Javi,” you bark, “Is this any way to treat your soon-to-be wife?” You smirk, spinning around to show off the dress you chose to wear to the courthouse. “How do I look?”

He just… stares at you, eyes darkening as they sweep down your figure. Taking a languid puff of his cigarette, he angles his head to the side.

“Not my type.”

You huff, sneering up at him. “Well, good! You’re ugly too!” You cross your arms tightly across your chest, scowl deepening. “Let’s get our marriage the hell over with.”

A smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s go, Hermosa.”

-------

“What a handsome couple!”

“Who? Us?” You raise an eyebrow at the old woman, a court-assigned witness to your vows. “I mean, I think I’m handsome, but Javi?” You sneak a glance over at him, his back facing you, still engrossed in a conversation with the Judge.

You raise an eyebrow. “I mean, he has a nice ass, I guess.”

“W-what?”

“Nothing!”

“Let’s begin, shall we!”

You turn to find the Judge and Javier both watching you- the Judge beaming ear-to-ear.

With a visible exhale of air, Javier lumbers forward, a neutral- almost bored- expression etched on his face. Reaching out, he takes your hand in his.

“Remember my rule,” you hiss under your breath, “when we’re on that train, keep your paws off of me.”

He tilts his head to the side, lowering his brows at you.

“Do not worry yourself.” He pulls you in closer to whisper in your ear, “I only go for handsome women.”

“Fuck you!” you shriek.

…

The Judge and old woman gape at you.

“Uh, um…”

“That’s how she says, ‘I love you,’” Javier mumbles. “Precious, isn’t it?”

The Judge blinks.

…

“…Dearly beloved, we have gathered here-”

“Just the vows.” Javier tightens his grip on your hand. “We’re in a hurry.”

The Judge’s eyes widen further, and he sneaks a glance over at the old lady-

-She has a hand pressed against her mouth.

“….Right. That’s fine. Uh… read the vows aloud then, and we’ll… finish this up.”

The Judge motions at Javier to begin.

"I, Javier Peña,” he rasps, his voice tightening with each word spoken, “take thee to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish-” his hand tightens around your own- “till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge myself to you."

He drops his eyes to the ground- almost… shamefully.

The Judge, still very much perplexed by you both, turns his attention now to you.

Oh.

Damn.

This… is really happening.

…What on Earth are you doing?

"I,” you squeak, barely audible even to your own self, “take thee to be my wedded… husband, to have and to h-hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for… richer, for poorer, in- in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish-” you pause, swallowing back your anxiety. You sneak a glance up into Javier’s eyes- immediately regretting it.

He’s… staring at you.

Just remember- this is for three grand- a new beginning.

This isn’t real-

It… will be annulled.

“Till… death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge myself to… you."

You drop both Javi’s burning gaze and hand as soon as the last word drops from your lips.

“I pronounce you husband and wife!” the Judge chirps. “You may kiss the bride.”

You blink-

Kiss?

You forgot about-

Javier’s lips press gently against your own- he pulls away before you even have a chance to react.

He… kissed you.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Peña!” the old woman smiles, clapping her hands.

Mrs. Peña…

Mr. and Mrs. Peña.

Married…

You’re married.

To Mr. Peña.

…To an idiot.

You- you refuse to look at him.

You… think you’re gunna be sick.

What have you gotten yourself into?

"Enjoy your honeymoon!” the old woman whispers, giving you a quick kiss on your cheek. “Have fun, Mrs. Peña.” She winks.

You crinkle your nose, deciding to have a bit of fun with her- distract yourself from your current mental crisis.

“Oh, no. You think I’d want him touching me?”

…

You grin at the perplexed old woman.

“Thanks for everything, lady!” you giggle.

A large, warm hand encircles your own.

“Come, Hermosa.” Javier’s voice is low, tense. “We cannot miss our train.”

You glance up, meeting the eyes of your husband.

Dark.

Hard.

Unreadable.

He brushes a quick finger along your jawline.

You can only nod.

“Let’s go.”

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masterlist / next part

taglist: (in the reblog)

a/n: Ahhhh!!! I’ve been working on this one since early December! I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was a nice change of pace from In Fields of White (of which chapter 9 is coming late this week!) PLEASE comment/reblog letting me know what you think! I spent a really long time on this, lol! (Shameless begging, I know.) Thank you so much for reading! Be sure to check it out on Ao3 as well!

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writtenbynightlock · 4 years ago

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heeeey, can i request scenario where miya twins(separate) bokuto and hinata ( i can feel this ✨chaotic✨ energy). They are about to take shower with their s/o, horny and needy but it turns out that s/o l o v e hella hot water and boys like “wtf what’s wrong with u girl” but u know still fluff and cute👉🏻👈🏻🥺 sorry if there was some mistakes, english isn’t my first language. anyway if u not comfortable with this request i wish u have a good start of the year💖

Hot Shower with S/O

Warning(s): suggestive themes, post! time-skip spoilers

Ft. Bokuto Koutaro, Hinata Shoyo & Miya Twins

Note: Requests are open 💌

A/N: Your English is great! Keep up the good work and thank you for the request <3 have a good start of the year also :D so sorry for the delay >.<

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》 Bokuto Koutaro

The sunlight made your dim curtains glow. Sleeping peacefully in bed was you and Bokuto. It was still quite early in the morning but Bokuto is an early riser.

As he opens his eyes, he smiles when he saw your sleeping figure, lips parted as you breath in and out.

You were sleeping in your silky nightgown, the straps falling to your arms — revealing a bit of your breasts. Bokuto’s eyes widen at the sight but he can’t help but feel giddy to see such a beautiful and sexy woman sleeping beside him.

Even though you and Bokuto shared a good amount of intimate moments, he was still shy whenever some of your intimate parts were showing, making Bokuto immediately cover his eyes, blushing madly. He peeked a little and decided to gently return the strap to its rightful place, not wanting for him to see freely without your consent.

At first he sigh in relief, but he suddenly felt a bit fuzzy. The sight of your breasts was enough to make him feel aroused — making him as awake as ever. It was one of those moments when he craves your touch and attention. He didn’t want to wake you up just to satisfy his needs. He didn’t want to be selfish.

Bokuto didn’t know how long he was admiring your face, trying to distract himself from those lewd thoughts but his eyes widened when he saw your eyes suddenly looking straight into his, heart thumping in his chest just like the first time he saw you.

“Good morning, Bo” you greeted with a sleepy smile, rubbing your eyes.

“Good morning my sugarplum!” Bo says with a big smile on his face, quickly pulling you into him as he gives you multiple kisses on your face, making you giggle.

“Looks like you had a good night’s sleep”

You say, running your fingers through his hair that just makes Bokuto melt, puppy dog eyes instantly at the touch.

“Let’s take a shower!”

“Okay-”

You squealed as Bokuto suddenly lifts you up from the bed and carries your bridal style to the bathroom.

“You have quite the energy this morning, Bo.”

Your innocence just made him stir up even more. Oh how he wanted to get a taste of you right there.

“(Y/n)-chan. Can I ask for kisses? I have a problem” says Bokuto shyly, looking away from you with his cheeks tinted red at the request. You raised your eyebrows to what he meant by problem. As you looked down, you finally get it. You cup his cheek and caressed it with your thumb.

“Now what got you so hard early in the morning, Bo?”

“You just look so dang sexy in that nightgown.”

You could melt right there. Bokuto was being so respectful towards you as he kept closing his eyes, fighting the urge to look at your beautiful breasts. Not wanting to strain him from his needs any further, you strip off your clothes.

“Open your eyes, Bo. I’m all yours.”

From his hair being droopy to instantly back alive, Bokuto smiles and immediately stripped, instantly pulling your body onto his, kissing you passionately and moaned at the feeling of your soft breasts against his chest.

“Turn on the water baby. We’re supposed to be showering.”

You say with a giggle. Bokuto didn’t listen as he wrapped his arms around you and kept kissing you all over your face, your neck and jaw. Reaching for the knob, hot water started to shower, hitting you and Bokuto but the ace was startled, instantly jumping from his spot.

“Baby- ow!”

Your eyes widened as you saw Bokuto on the ground — he slipped. Bokuto looks at you with puppy dog eyes, pouting like a baby.

“Bo! Are you okay?”

“What the heck? Why did you turn it on?”

“You know how much I love hot water when I shower.”

A smirk then appeared on Bokuto’s face that sent shivers down your spine as Bokuto then caged you between him and the tile wall.

“Why don’t we heat things up more then?”

》 Miya Atsumu

It was one of those rare moments when you were the last one to arrive in your shared apartment with Atsumu.

“‘Tsumu?” you call for your fiancé, observing that the living room and kitchen was empty. Not hearing a response, you then went to you your shared bedroom but he wasn’t there. Hearing the sound of the shower running, it indicated that he just got home a few minutes earlier than you.

Opening the bathroom door, you could see Atsumu rinsing his hair. Hearing you enter, he turned around and beamed as he saw you.

“Welcome home, babe! Like what you see?” says Atsumu with a smug smile as he leans his arm on the wall and the other on his hips, empahasizing his naked figure. You roll your eyes at his childishness but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What am I seeing?”

“Total hotness.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

From a smile to a frown, Atsumu gave you one of the most hurt expressions he could muster, crushing his ego.

“I’m so hurt by that babe.”

“I’m just kidding. You know I love you, ‘Tsumu.”

“Show me how much you love me then”

Atsumu remains silent as he stares at you, something dark encircling his orbs. You raised your eyebrows as he gazes at you from head to toe, checking you out in your office clothes, your tight knee length skirt that empahsizes your curves and how you purposefully let three of the buttons unbuttoned. You teased Atsumu, noticing how he has been texting you some dirty hints for the past few days. Stripping off your clothes, you then joined him inside the shower, smirking to how Atsumu kept his gaze on you, gulping to see you with no clothes on.

Atsumu leans down to your face, a smirk appearing.

“How was work baby?”

“Oh you know same old. How about you? Training must be exhausting, huh?”

You say with a smile as you felt butterflies in your stomach as Atsumu brushes his lips on yours. Your eyes widen and let out a squeak when he suddenly pulls you close and cups your butt, hands gripping on his shoulders for support.

“Oh believe me, I’m exhausted. All it takes for me to recover is some kisses.”

“I’m not that easy.”

“Oh please. You even said yes to my proposal.”

Flashbacks of Atsumu proposing to you to marry him was one of the happiest moments in your life. It still gave you butterflies to your stomach thinking about it like it was only yesterday.

Before you even get to reply, Atsumu smashes his lips onto yours, hungry for your lips. You moaned as his tongue slips in to your mouth, making Atsumu grip onto your ass even more. It was quite funny to see your fiancé desperate for you even though you two dated for a real while now. It’s like the first time you two kiss. An idea popped into your head, wanting to tease Atsumu.

“Yer so hot, (Y/N). I can’t get enough of ya.”

“Thanks babe.”

As you tilted your head to give him more room to kiss on your neck, you reached for the heater as the shower running, transitioning the temperature of the water from cold to hot hot — making Atsumu yelp and panickly turn off the shower before facing you.

“What the hell is wrong with ya?! I thought this was supposed to be sexy time!”

You laughed loudly as Atsumu’s face was beet red.

“Yer lucky yer so cute.”

》 Hinata Shoyo

Hinata Shoyo came from practice and just wanted to soak into the bathtub — wanting to relax.

“(Y/n)-chan? I’m home!”

Heading towards the door, you greeted Hinata with a kiss on the cheeks before taking of his MSBY jacket and placing it in the laundry basket for you to take care of it later.

“You look tired, sunshine. You want to take a bath?”

Hinata’s heart flutters as you addressed him by his nickname you gave for him ever since you two started dating. He loved how you call him, noticing the loving tone you put in.

“I really do. I’ll go prepare the tub now!”

Before you could even reply, Hinata hurriedly went to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He somehow felt a bit weird and he could feel his pants tightening. The wing spiker started to freak out, his face red. Wanting to get those thoughts off, he quickly took off his clothes and started to fill the tub with lukewarm water and pouring his favourite bath bomb that you introduced him to. He loves how the bath bomb makes your skin smell so good and milky smooth-

“Aahhh!”

From the kitchen, you stopped what you were doing as you heard Hinata’s scream. Alarmed, you quickly knocked on the bathroom door.

“Shoyo?! Are you okay?”

“(Y/n)-chan!”

“I’m coming in, okay?”

As you enter the bathroom, you saw Hinata already in the tub, the water still midway his hips but what caught your attention was his member making itself known, making your eyes widen.

“(Y/n)-kun! Don’t-”

“You need help with that, baby?”

Now you’ve done it. Hinata was more needy now. Hinata has been wanting to do you but he was shy to do so until the day finally came where he reached his limits.

“N-no! You don’t have-”

Hinata was in a stuttering mess as you start to strip off your clothes.

“You could’ve just asked, Shoyo. I don’t mind at all.”

You say with smile as you joined him in the tub, sitting on his lap and wrap your arms around neck.

“I-I want you, (Y/n)-chan!”

You let out a chuckle before you placed your lips onto his, Hinata instantly wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You two had quite a make out session. Without knowing where your hands were going, you accidentally turned on the shower.

“Ack! (Y/N)-chan! Why did you turn on the shower?”

The poor baby rested his face on your chest as you immediately turned off the shower. The hot water didn’t startled you as you loved and preffered that temperature to shower in but Hinata was more into cold showers.

“I’m so sorry, Shoyo! I didn’t mean to.”

“Take care of me please.”

》 Miya Osamu

You and Osamu were just hanging on the couch of your shared apartment, watching Osamu’s favourite cooking show.

“Gosh. You really don’t want to make Gordon Ramsay angry.”

Osamu hummed as placed multiple kisses on the side of your head, his muscular arms around your waist and legs tangled to yours.

It was just a lazy saturday night — with the two of you finishing 15 episodes in one sitting after eating dinner. As you lay into your boyfriend’s chest, you noticed how Osamu has been running his hand up and down your back and from time to time, he nimbled on your ear — a spot where he knows very well that you were vulnerable to, making you moan quietly. You gave into his touch and nuzzled your head further into his neck.

“‘Samu~”

“Yea baby?”

“‘Samu, I have to take a shower. It’s super late at night.”

“Can I come with?”

“It ain’t bad for the water bill so why not?”

You say with a giggle before getting up — Osamu’s eyes lingering on your fading figure, him getting a bit more needy than usual. He craved for your touch. He wanted love from you after being so busy managing Onigiri Miya.

Arriving in the bathroom, you were about to take off your clothes when Osamu caged you in between his arms, holding the sink. Your back was facing him so you look straight in the mirros with an amused smile on your face, seeing how your boyfriend nuzzled his face into your neck, shivering at his touch as you felt his warm lips and hot breath on your skin.

“Oh? Someone’s needy today.”

You say teasingly and brought a hand up to cup his cheek and lean your head back onto his shoulder, enjoying his kisses.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about ya all day.”

Smiling, you turned around and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Osamu moans as he finally got a taste of your sweet lips, his arms immediately wrapping around your bum to help you sit down on the bathroom sink. You automotive wrapped your legs around Osamu’s waist, pulling him closer which made him groan even louder.

You pulled away, butterflies in your stomach and lips swollen from the kiss. You smirk as Osamu’s eyes were furrowed, not yet contented with the contact.

“You’re getting loud, ‘Samu. The neighbors might hear.”

“Yer such a tease. Why don’t we turn on the shower then?”

You raised your arms up, gesturing for Osamu to strip you. With a smirk, Osamu takes of your shirt while you take off your shorts. It was your turn to strip Osamu from his clothes. Your eyes were blessed to see his muscular build, your boyfriend smiling proudly the way you gawked at his body — boosting his confidence.

Stepping into the shower, Osamu turned on the water heater to neutral before pinning you against the wall, finally be able to make love to you. The cold tile wall against your back makes you shiver, Osamu taking this as an advantage to find your weak spots on your neck, you biting back a moan.

“Yer so beautiful, darlin’.”

Your fingers got lost in his hair, suddenly gripping it as he hits the spot on your neck, making him more turned on.

“Hop on a count of 3. One... two... three.”

As you hopped, Osamu securely catches you, your face now level witn his. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your hands on his neck, you two shared another passionate kiss — lips moving in sync with love and lust. You wanted this intimate moment to be more steamy, making you set the heater into hot mode, the hot water making contact with Osamu’s back, making him shout and jump from his spot.

“What the fuck?! It hurts! Did you do that, baby?”

“Sorry. It just got a little bit cold. Plus, i wanted this moment to be steamy if you know what i mean” you say with an exaggerated wink.

Osamu blinks at you for a moment before letting out a laugh, throwing his head back to how cute you were. Smiling, Osamu sets you down and hugs you, kissing your forehead.

“Damn i love you.”

“I love you too, my lil’ onigiri. Now shut up and kiss me.”

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lazysublimeengineer · 4 years ago

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when gold clashes with blue

“Since when we have such a hottie in our school?” One of the female students whispered to her classmate excitedly after a young man posed a casual inquiry to them and continued walking along the corridors of the school.

“Going by his shoe color, he’s a 3rd year, right?” Her classmate whispered back enthusiastically as she stared at the young man whose golden highlights in his raven locks gleamed lustrously from the bright beams of the sun outside their school windows.

He could still hear their hushed voices from behind him as they weren’t even hiding back their excitement and gushing when he walked past them. Nevertheless, he paid no attention to them as he had more important things to settle on. Such as meeting the one and only Hanagaki Takemichi. The infamous new member of the Toman gang who punched Kisaki the other day. Word got out from some of the blabber mouths of their gang members that the guy had socked directly Kisaki’s face after the inauguration of Kisaki as the third division captain of Toman.

No wonder Baji punched him and put him on his place.

That Hanagaki Takemichi got some guts making a mess of that Toman’s important meeting.

Nevertheless, he was still curious of meeting him and seeing him in the flesh. Especially now that Hanma needed him as a witness to Baji’s loyalty initiation to Valhalla.

“…The ex-Moebius member are under Hanma, Valhalla’s No. 2. And the anti-Toman forced are under…The No. 3, Kazutora Hanemiya.”

He finally stopped at the front door of Takemichi’s classroom and he could hear someone discussing an information that piqued his interest. So, their gang and Toman were now included in the class lectures? He didn’t know that the world of delinquency was now included in the school curriculum.

Education these days.

His lips curled into a small smirk as he could hear them discussing him, Hanma and their members. He schooled his features once again into a feigned look of curiosity and indifference as he pushed open their classroom door, not giving away of how he basically heard everything of what they’re talking about inside.

“Eh?” His golden irises trailed over the five guys in front of him. “Is school over already?”

“Who the hell are you? You don’t look familiar.” A man with black hair demanded and walked over to him.

He smiled serenely at him. “That’s not very polite. I’m actually your senior in this school.” He replied in a casual yet patronizing voice.

“Huh? Who are you? Never seen you before.” The man replied rudely.

The young man with the golden irises stayed relatively casual and calm, still sporting that serene smile on his face. He decided in less than 5 seconds that this guy in front of him was an idiot and not worth getting his wrath upon on. However, he could see from the corner of his eyes that the other guy behind him who was wearing a pair of glasses was staring at him in fear after his eyes landed on his neck where a tattoo was situated there. Good. At least someone actually knew him and not talk back at him like he’s a goddamn pushover.

Glasses guy knew how to preserved his safety and life.

“Stop it Makoto! That guy is…” Glasses guy warned frantically behind him and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Huh? What is it?”

“Hey, you guys know Hanagaki Takemichi?” He cut them off smilingly.

Glasses guy turned around fearfully, his voice shaking as he called Hanagaki. “T-Takemichi… That’s him.”

“Huh?”

He followed his line of sight and it landed on a young man with a flaxen, gelled locks and startingly deep, blue eyes.

“Takemichi?” He called seriously, his stare was still fixed on the blond as if analyzing him.

“T-That’s V-Valhalla No. 3! Kazutora Hanemiya!” Glasses guy cried out as if seeing a monster in front of them.

Kazutora ignored their nervous and frantic looks as he suddenly rushed towards Takemichi’s direction animatedly.

“I’m so happy!” Kazutora threw his arms over his shoulders and hugged him excitedly.

He could feel that the blond tensed up and stiffened around him. Who knew that Takemichi was like a skittish cat? Kazutora grinned at the mere thought.

“Ack!”

“I had no idea there was someone in Toman one grade below mine! Okay, Takemichi!” Kazutora exclaimed happily.

“Eh?” Takemichi looked at him with those wide blue eyes that screamed incredulity and innocence.

Kazutora refrained himself from getting lost in those mesmerizing eyes and take him away into La La land. Seriously, this was the guy that cause ruckus in the past meeting of Toman? As they always said that looks can be deceiving.

Who knew that behind that harmless face and baby blue eyes was hiding a pair of sharp claws of foolish bravery? It’s time to put that claws into a test.

“Let’s go to Valhalla’s hideout.” Kazutora replied with feigned casualness and pulled him away out of the room.

“Huh? Valhalla?!” Takemichi’s voice rose in panic as he was carried mindlessly by Kazutora.

“Hey, I found Takemichi!” Kazutora announced happily at the two guys standing outside with their crutches.

Takemichi could only watched helplessly with wide eyes as he learned a disturbing information of breaking their legs despite these two guys being his trusted juniors.

“Hurry up Takemichi! Just relax since I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Kazutora called at him cheerfully from behind. He kept on walking ahead although he could see him from the corner of his eyes that Takemichi was just standing there with a conflicted expression on his face.

Oh? What was this? Did Takemichi lost his nerve and folded away like a scaredy cat? Has the idea of going to their territory and hideout daunted him and decided that he’ll go hide with his friends inside their classroom?

For some unknown reason, a pang of disappointment hit him at the passing thought but it wouldn’t surprise him if that’s the case since most of the people would logically be cautious in going with someone who practically invited them to a lion’s den. If Takemichi would bail out on them, then he’ll add him into a list of nameless people in the crowd who was just a poor, fancy thought of something ordinary falsely wrapped in a special, sparkling material.

Just as he was about to reach a conclusion that Takemichi will not follow them out of fear, he heard some faint but firm footsteps behind him. Kazutora glanced subtly from behind him and his lips curled upwards at seeing Takemichi followed them with a firm and resolute expression on his face.

He guessed that Takemichi was a diamond in the rough after all.

He can’t wait to see those hidden claws and what he’s really made of.

Several years later at one of the dark alleys in Tokyo…

“Fuck off, man! Bonten this, Bonten that. Stop mentioning their name in our shop man!” A swift kick was hurtled in front of a bruised man that sent him flying into a wall.

“Ugh!”

The huge guy who kicked him proceeded to corner him to a wall and grabbed his short, black hair. He gave him a sharp, murderous glare.

“Ya hear? Don’t ever come to our shop ever again!” He yelled at him before throwing him into the ground.

“We don’t wanna get involved with Bonten dumbass.” He added spitefully before leaving him there looking like a ragdoll.

‘Damn. Here’s no good either.’ He thought in dismay before he finally stood up and went to the spot where he usually finds Kazutora. For sure, that guy can certainly help him in finding more information about Mikey and the Bonten.

Or not.

“Takemitchy you gotta take it easy…” Kazutora looked at him worriedly.

“But!” Takemichi insisted stubbornly.

“Why are you such in a rush?” Kazutora demanded as he watched his face covered with fresh bruises. He also noted that his left shoulder looking mottled already and covered with purplish marks.

Just what has Takemichi gotten himself into now?

“You know Kazutora-kun this is the 4th place… I’ve went to all the Bonten’s hideouts that you suggested, but I couldn’t find a single clue about Mikey! There’s no way I can take it easy!” Takemichi cried out in frustration.

Kazutora could only watched Takemichi’s whirlwind of emotions flitting across his face, unable to say anything for a while. Despite the pain and helplessness written all over the blond’s face, he can still see it.

Takemichi’s determination.

Just like their first meeting a long time ago. In spite of that fear that’s crawling up within him inside, Takemichi still followed him there all alone in their hideout.

Wasn’t this one of his traits that made him interested and entrusted him some of his plans of making the Toman great again and save Mikey?

Takemichi still possessed those hidden, sharp claws behind that skittishness of a cat.

While it never failed to amaze him and grew fond of Takemichi because of that admirable trait, sometimes it has its downsides too. Just like now. And he’ll be damned if he will indirectly put Takemichi’s life in danger when he’s going to get married soon with Hina.

He decided to ignore the bile rising in his throat with that line of thought.

“…Those are Bonten’s official hideouts, no doubt about it! So, get deeply involved and you’ll get into trouble! I don’t wanna help you out on a suicide mission!” Kazutora berated him sharply.

“Hold on, Kazutora-kun!” Takemichi protested.

“Let’s end this. Your wedding is in 3 days, so no! If anything happens to you, I don’t know how I’d be able to face the others! Just lay low for a while!” Kazutora replied firmly, leaving no room for an argument and turned away. He didn’t wait for Takemichi’s response as he continued walking away.

He ignored the remorse and regret that started to engulf him and convinced himself that this was for the best.

Takemichi has always been trying to risk his life and happiness for them.

But now he had to do something right for him in return. If this will make Takemichi loathed him in the future then so be it. Because he can take it rather than the thought of him dying and perishing away from their hands when he had the ability to still make him safe yet he wasn’t able to do it.

He didn’t want to repeat his goddamn mistake with Shinichiro and Baji.

There’s too much blood on his hands now but he can still make things right for Takemichi.

He’s the saving grace from the dark stains of his life.

‘I’m sorry Takemitchy.’Kazutora thought with a sigh of defeat leaving his lips.

(A/N: I don’t own any of these characters from this franchise. Inspired by that happy scene of Kazutora marching up to Takemichi and hugging him like he finally met his idol and asked for an autograph. I know that it’s just a façade of drawing Takemichi into their hideout alone to have him as the witness of Toman during Baji’s initiation of his loyalty towards Valhalla. But then again, my shipping ass and overflowing ideas and inspiration couldn’t resist and expand it into more. I even made a parallel scene in the manga to compare it. That’s how hyper I am with some doses of coffee. Also, let me know what’s the official name of this ship? Kazumichi or Kazutake? Reviews are amusing. So, let me hear them from you.)

#tokyo revengers #fanfiction #one shot #episode 15 inspiration #some manga spoilers at the end #kazumichi or kazutake #character study #relationship study #light angst #takemichi hanagaki #kazutora hanemiya #takemitchy #kazutora

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mha-haikyuu · 4 years ago

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𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Dad All might x mom reader

Name: Y/n ~ Age: 48

Quirk: Ice

You can emit ice from your hands and create different weapons out of them draw backs would be if you use it to much you can get frostbite and bad headaches.

Son's Name: Yuki Toshinori ~ Age: 15

Son's Quirk: Is your quirk

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All of the students of class 1-A will now be in class 2-A with all might still as hero trainer and Aizawa as their teacher because I love them

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Yuki's Pov:

"By mom I have to go" I said to my mom She kissed my forehead before saying "Have a great first day of school I will see you when you get home don't be too sad if your father is not teaching you" "I will mom and I won't be promise"

I said walking out of the door. I was nervous for today I had my moms quirk witch was strong but not strong enough in my opinion but when I would tell her that she would always say 'once you get the hang of it it will get better I promise'

I always believed her when she said that. My dad was not going to be my teacher I already knew that because I don't know what school in the world would let a teacher's child be in their class. As I walked up to the school gates all my nerves started to go away.

I had actually made It here ever sense I was 5 I dreamed about going here and becoming a hero Like my father. Some one people looked up to. Not for the money but to save everyone. I walked through the gates and to my class room an sighed 'I got this' I whispered as I entered the door to my future.

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Y/n's Pov:

I was about to do my work on the computer when I noticed a bottle on the counter in the kitchen. "I can't believe he forgot this" I said to myself My son was just like his father forgetful.

Each time he used his quirk he was supposed to take medicine, Even though his quirk was just like mine he could have nausea which could make him pass out. Yagi was supposed to take it with him just in case but he probably forgot as well.

'Guess that cancels my plans and a trip to UA I go' I said to myself and grabbed the bottle and made my way to UA. Upon walking there I remembered when I first meet Yagi I was going to be in the hero course but decided that I would just take general studies of course he was in the hero course and we met and after that

Everything else just went from fate which led us to having the most wonderful child also very much like his father in many ways. I walked through the gate sense I had already an ID and went to Nezu's office

"Ah y/n so good to see you, Would you like some tea" he offered me "No thanks Nezu I just need to see my husband that's all" I told him "Ah yes he is actually outside training with class 2-A he just started Class but you can interrupt I am sure he won't mind".

He said "Thanks Nezu hopefully my son isn't going to cause and trouble his time being here" I said which he leagued at " If he is anything like his dad I am sure he will" I smiled "Well I better get going Thanks again" "Anytime hope to se you again" "Of course you will" I said and walked outside

to where Yagi was watching the kids train I walked up next to him and jumped on his back. Luckily e was in his all might form "Ack' He said once he hit the ground. "Yagi what have I told you about using your all might form for no reason" I said "What? Y/n what are you doing here and get off me" He said.

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All might's Pov:

I was watching the class spare agents each other when I felt weight agents' my back. "Yagi what Have I told you about using your All might form for no reason" I knew that voice from anywhere " What? Y/n what are you doing here and get off me"

Once she got off I stood up and she stood in front of me. " What have I done this time" I said to her "You are teaching your son bad habits how could you forget his medicine" "Huh? I swear I had I with me" I said rubbing my neck sheepishly

"No It was on the counter in the Kitchen" "Um well your son should learn how to take his own stuff with him" She just looked at me unimpressed "You know that he is not allowed to have it on school grounds with out some one knowing".

"I know I know name I am just joking with you" I said "Yagi I am not laughing this is serous" she replied

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Third Pov:

All of Class 2-A had stopped training to look at the conversation that was going on with their teacher and this woman that just randomly showed up. "Um who is that? and why does she keep mentioning son " Kaminari whispered over to Kirishima . "I don't know"

Everyone then looked over to Midoriya who started over at her trying to recognize a face "Uh I don't know I have never seen her before on the pro hero list" he responded "Uh All might sir, Who is this? and why do you keep saying son" Uraraka asked

The two turned their head from each other and looked at the class " Well kids this is my wife Y/n" All might stated "And My son attends UA now and she is just worried" "Uh no I am not worried"

"Yeah whatever like I was saying-" The were both interrupted by loud yells "YOU ARE MARRIED" "YOU HAVE A WIFE" "AND A SON" "HOW COME YOU DIDN"T TELL US ABOUT THAT" Class 2-A shouted

"Because they didn't want people to think That I just got here because of my father" Yuki Explained coming from the door that led back to the school.

" Yep and here take this I have to go It was nice meeting you all" Y/n said before walking back through the building leaving 2 replicas of all might to answer questions as pay back for making her come so far.

#all might #all might x y/n #all might x reader #all might x you #mha x y/n #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha yagi #yagi toshinori

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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seven. STARGAZING

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"why the hell is that brat crying?!" sanemi exclaimed in irritation as he threw a pillow at y/n's head

"ara~ dont be so insensitive, shinazugawa-kun" shinobu cooed at him "y/n-chan here had just been recently put into the 'friendzone', as she calls it" she said

"hah? that's it?" sanemi scoffed "i know someone who's been at it for years. atleast he's not bawling his eyes out like a child"

"w-who is it, sanemi-kun?" she sniffled lightly as she raised her head from shinobu's lap "heh." sanemi sneered as he eyed obanai who has been glaring him down for the past few minutes "its that snake fucker-"

oabani cut him off by quickly kicking him away, making sanemi's body hit the wall with a loud thud, leaving cracks onto the concrete upon contact. "you shouldn't listen to him." obanai said to her "he's just messing with you"

obanai walked over to her side, taking her away from shinobu and situating her on his lap.

"ara ara~ have fun you two" shinobu cooed at them as she walked away. but of course, not before sending a jab towards giyuu. "ara~ i bet you're wondering what that's like. right, tomioka-san?" she asked mockingly

"well you better stop wondering since it's never gonna happen anyways" shinobu laughed "its not like anyone likes you here"

giyuu didn't react, and simply stared stoicly at her. "im not disliked by people." he said.

"whatever helps you sleep at night" shinobu cooed as she waved him off

"now.." obanai trailed off "who made you cry like this?" he asked "i'll kill them." he said, as kaburamaru hissed in agreement

she sulked and slouched back onto his chest, playing with her hair as obanai rested his chin on her shoulders "well, i don't want you to kill suna-kun" she hummed

"how would he become my husband if he dies?"

silence. absolute silence. everyone in the room looked at each other before turning ghostly pale, looking nervously at obanai before innocently whistling and pretending to mind their own business.

"your- your what?" obanai stammered as he let out a shaky laugh

"my husband" she answered with a huff

"i've been searching for so long, and who would've guessed i'd find him through highschool!" she squealed

"ara ara~ b-but you said you were looking for a man stronger than you, y/n-chan" shinobu cooed out with a sheepish laugh

"i doubt that suna person fits that description" giyuu commented

she then suddenly perks up and shakes her head with a smile on her face. "nope! but suna-kun makes me so weak when he smiles or talks or blinks or sleeps or breath near me!!" she squeals

"i feel like turning into a puddle when he talks! a puddle!!" she said

she laid on the ground in a starfish position with a dreamy look on her face, "like this!" she said as to emphasise her point

"i see! he sounds like a flamboyant man, indeed!" uzui exclaimed with a grin

"w-well...i guess all you can do is hope he returns your feelings someday" obanai muttered "if he doesn't then im sure there's still someone out there who would happily love and care for you" he said

"haha! simply marry one, two, or three flamboyant men you lay your eyes on!" uzui exclaimed with a laugh "im pretty sure you're the only one here who would want three lovers all at the same time" giyuu muttered

"how unflamboyant of you, tomioka!" uzui sneered

y/n looked back at obanai and curiously cocked her head to the side, "it's so weird.."

"how could you know so much about topics like these, obanai-kun?" she asked

"how could i not." obanai mumbled bitterly as a gloomy aura surrounded his form.

suddenly, a loud thumping of feet caught all the hashiras' attentions. the door slammed open, revealing a very frantic nezuko. she ran towards the love hashira and hid herself under her haori.

"nezuko-chan?" y/n muttered curiously as she peeked under her haori to look down at the girl. "hmm" nezuko hummed back through her muzzle.

suddenly, two sets of footsteps followed. as well as loud screaming.

"nezuko-chaaannnn~" zenitsu cooed loudly "come here, nezuko-chan~"

"zenitsu! leave her alone already!" tanjiro exclaimed in a frantic tone as he tried to hold zenitsu back "nezuk- aCK! WHAT IS THIS?! IS THIS HEAVEN?!" zenitsu shrieked as he caught sight of the hashira holding the girl in her arms

"zenitsu! cut it out! let's go!" tanjiro scolded him as he dragged the blond away "NO NO! I WANNA SEE NEZUKO-CHAN AND Y/N-SENPAIII!!!" zenitsu wailed as tanjiro ushered him out of the room

"leave it zenitsu! let's go eat so you can calm down" tanjiro said with a sigh

"WAIT! I WANNA JOIN YOU!!" y/n yelled as she hurriedly ran after the two

"wait-" obanai's words were ignored, seeing as she was already out the door, leaving a trail of dust behind her "i was gonna tell her she didn't have any money." obanai mumbled as he glanced at her bag, which was situated by the corner of the room.

"hmm, mhhm" nezuko hummed as she sat herself beside sanemi

"dont sit next to me, you eyesore" sanemi scowled "there's plenty of space there by tomioka!"

"ara~ it seems even nezuko-chan doesn't like tomioka-san after all" shinobu cooed in pity "how sad."

"shut up, woman."

"ahhh, this is so good~" she said with a content sigh as she practically inhaled the bowl of ramen "tanjiro-kun, we should eat out together more often" she said "you seem to know a lot of good restaurants"

tanjiro smiled and waved his hands dismissively, nodding his head as he placed more food into her plate. "its no big deal, y/n-senpai. i used to come here with nezuko a lot" he said "and, we should definitely eat together more often!" he said with a smile as sparkles seemed to surround him

'my god.' she breathed in and out

'tanjiro is so cute! and so nice! he would definitely make a good husband!' she thought to herself

'and zenitsu..' she trailed off, her eyes slowly averting towards the blond

'zenitsu is so.. SCARY?! WHAT'S WITH THAT FACE?!'

she smiled shakily as she caught sight of zenitsu's grim expression, paired along with a glare as he mumbled angrily to himself "what's bothering you zenitsu-kun?" she asked him

"what's bothering me? what's bOTHERING ME?!?" he shrieked "I SHOULD BE THE ONE SITTING NEXT TO YOU, Y/N-SENPAI! BUT INSTEAD THAT FOREHEAD BOY TOOK MY SPOT!" zenitsu scowled

"AND YOU!" tanjiro jumped as zenitsu pointed an accusing finger to his face "YOU'VE BEEN STEALING MY THUNDER, HAVEN'T YOU?! YOU'VE BEEN TALKING HER UP SO SHE WOULDN'T BE MY WIFE! YOU'RE SO CRUEL!!" zenitsu exclaimed

tanjiro blinked in shock as he cluelessly shook his head in response "i wasn't doing anything like that!" he said

"YES YOU WERE!!" zenitsu screamed in aggravation "now im definitely gonna be left alone. to die. to rot. to reencarnate as a miserable snail that never finds a mate!"

tanjiro sweat dropped as he gave zenitsu a weirded out glare "what are you even talking about?"

"ah, but look at it this way, zenitsu!" she chimed in "by sitting across from me, it's like we're on a date! that's usually how it goes with couples, you know?" she cooed as she placed her hands on top of his

zenitsu paled as his eyes repeatedly dart from her and their hands. "a-a date?" he squeaked out

"oh well... something like that" she chuckled nervously, not at all used to the blond being this quiet

"i see." zenitsu stated in an unusually serious tone. "tanjiro." he turned to look at the burgundy-haired boy. "i can now die in peace. my life, dreams and goals are fulfilled. i can die a happy man."

"what are you talking about?" tanjiro sweat dropped

just then, a distinctive sound of a bell rang, signalling that a person had entered the doors. she looked back to see who has entered, all while still munching on a piece of meat and ignoring zenitsu, who was currently practicing his wedding vows.

"suna-kun?" she subconsciously called out as she recognised the person to be none other than suna rintarou himself

"oh, hey bunny" suna sent her a nod as he trudged into the restaurant, carrying a skateboard with him.

"suna-kun!! hi! what are you doing here?" she asked him "im picking up some food for later" he answered mindlessly as he walked towards her table

"oh hey.." suna nodded at tanjiro and zenitsu.

"hi, are you a friend of y/n-senpai?" tanjiro asked with a kind smile "friend? more like a leech. he's interrupting my time with her!!" zenitsu whispered to tanjiro

"uh, yeah. she's also our manager" suna answered unbotheredly despite feeling zenitsu's glare on him

tanjiro looked at y/n, who seemed to be too immersed in suna's face at the moment, given that she was staring lovingly at him with lovesick eyes. "y/n-senpai, i think zenitsu and i need to go back to the dojo" tanjiro said with a soft laugh. he gripped zenitsu's haori as he forced the blond to stand and walk away despite his protests.

"eh? really?" she asked them, "oh well.. okay.."

"i guess i'll just pay for your guys' meals then!" she clasped her hands in delight as she pulled out a wallet from her pocket "oh no, it seems ive taken the wrong wallet" she hummed in feign innocence

she shrugged and made a shushing motion to the boys "oh well. don't tell giyuu-san~" she cooed

"we won't!!" tanjiro exclaimed as he waved her goodbye. she waved them off, watching their figures disappear with a smile on her face. she laughed softly as she heard zenitsu's distant screams.

"that was cute" suna snickered "didn't know your friends were that nice. unlike that bandaged dude"

she smiled apologetically at him and sighed "sorry about obanai-kun.. it takes a while to get on his good side, i suppose" she said "but hes a very nice person. you just gotta be patient with him" she said

"i don't think i have the patience for that" suna yawned

"anyways, sushi or tempura?" he asked "why are you asking me?" she asked

"well, you're gonna be eating with me so might as well let you pick" he said with a nonchalant shrug. she blinked dumbly at him as she watched him start to skim through the menu "wait- why would i be eating with you??"

"well usually, when guys take a girl out for dinner, they'd be eating right?" suna said with a chuckle

'take me out.. ME?! AND HIM?!' she panicked

'DINNER?! but i already ate..' she looked down at her stomach, and sweat dropped upon feeling it rumble

'nevermind.. im still hungry' she thought to herself

"u-uhm.. sushi?" she answered with slight hesitance "sushi it is" suna said with a nod as he proceeded to order.

'ahshhsjsj!!! is this a date?! am i out of the 'friendzone'?? ' she thought

"good thing i have you with me. or else i'll have to invite tsumu out instead" suna gagged "that piss head's been testing me lately." he said "so i'd much rather spend time with my best friend" he said in a teasing tone, nudging her with his elbow as he laughed

"a-ah.. yes.. right" she responded. she smiled blankly as she stared at the air before her, slowly feeling herself wither away into nothingness.

"here you are, sir! takeout order for sushi!" the waitress announced as she placed the paper bag on the table "that was fast" suna mumbled as he paid her the amount

"ah thank you! sir and maam-" the waitress sweat dropped as she made eye contact with the pink and green haired girl. the lady was well aware that she had already eaten a full course meal a few moments prior. she had personally watched her inhale three bowls of ramen and two plates of pudding. though she still let her be.

"anyways. i was heading to the skatepark, let's eat there" suna said "i didnt know you skate, suna-kun" she said with a soft smile as her eyes raked down his form

'ahh, hes looking especially good with a sketeboard..' she thought to herself

'he looks so cool' she squealed internally

'calm down, calm down' she thought as she eased her erratic breathing down

"its just a hobby i guess" suna shrugged as he stretched his arms over his head "i could even teach ya if ya want" suna said with a small smirk as he handed her the board

her eyes landed on the board with a glimmer of curiosity. she smiled nervously and nodded "sure! though, I'd probably fall a lot.." she muttered

"dont worry, i'll catch you"

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"y/n- y/n please just trust me" suna said with a grunt "it's not that bad!"

"yes it is! it's so-wait suna-kun it's moving!!" she whined as the board skidded ever so lightly. "calm down" suna chuckled, with a strained smile as he felt her already deathly grip tighten even more around his arm

"okay, how bout this" suna hummed out as he clasped her shoulders in his hands. "if you manage to learn atleast one trick tonight, we can go stargazing or whatever"

'stargazing with suna.. stargazing.. suna..' she chanted repeatedly in her head

wordlessly, she snatched the board and placed it by the ramp, and skated down with ease. "..." suna stared at her from across the ramp as she landed with a flip.

"so we've been going through hell and back for so long. when this whole time, you could do it all along" suna sighed "i was just motivated!" she exclaimed as she ran towards him

"by what? stargazing?" suna chuckled as he ruffled her hair with his hand "exactly!" she replied with a bright grin

suna shook his head with a smile as he led her to a bench, setting down his board on the ground and the bag of sushi between them "you're just so adorable, aren't ya" suna said in a teasing tone as he playfully rolled his eyes at her

'AM I?? AM I ADORABLE?!' she panicked

"so." suna mused "how's your life going, bunny?"

"ahm, it's nice.." she muttered back shyly as she took a bite of the sushi "how about you, suna-kun?" she asked him "how has your life been going?" suna shrugged and leaned back on the bench, eyes landing on the constellation of stars above them

"its been normal. not much going on other than recording random fights at school" he said "but it's been fun having you around, bunny" he said as he turned to look at her

only to sweat drop upon seeing her mutter flusteredly to herself, all while her face burns a bright red color

'he looks so cool and mysterious like that' she thought

'he has such a pretty side profile!!' she fawned

'his eyes are all sparkly from the moonlight and stars!!' she basically seethed as she screamed in her head

"hey, you okay?" suna chuckled as he taps on her forehead "uh im fine.." she muttered flusteredly as her eyes crossed to focus on his finger, which was still tapping on her forehead

"heh, you better be or else im getting my ass beat by the twins" he said jokingly as he crossed his arms over his chest "the twins.." she mumbled, scratching her head as she pondered over a thought that seems to nag at her

"the twins, the twins,, oh they're waiting for me at home!!" she frantically opened her phone and went to the messaging app. she smiled nervously as she was greeted with over a hundred texts from the two boys

"ah.. i forgot about the movie night tsumu-kun proposed.." she chuckled sheepishly as she sunk down on the seat out of guilt "hm.. let's go then" suna said as he held his hand out for her to take

"im in the mood to crash your guys' movie night" suna chuckled as he pulled her up to her feet

'ADJSFHJKL HANDS HANDS HANDS!!' she panicked

she looked at their loosely intertwined hands. his grip was quite loose, almost not even there in the first place. his fingers tangled nicely with hers as they walked. it was a cliche she had never thought she'd experience. walking hand in hand with the person you admire under the moon and stars.

'he's so warm..' she thought as she felt the slightest bit of body heat getting transferred onto her

"alright. get ready to run, bunny" suna teased as his hand moved to grip her wrist "if you're too slow, i won't be comin' back for you" he taunted playfully as he started running while dragging her along

"okay! i'll run in full speed!" she huffed back with a smile of determination as she pried his hand off her wrist and went to grip his instead

"wait wait. not full speed. y/n-" suna chuckled nervously as he tried to plant himself down on the ground with his feet

he was well aware that her body was simply built different, if anything. her speed, stamina, and strength was enough to make a grown man cry, and frankly, he was in no mood to deal with that at the moment.

"okay, suna-kun! let's go!" she exclaimed as she started running

"wait waIT WAIT-"

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"welcome home, y/n" osamu greeted her with a small smile as he ushered the girl into the fort they had made

"and goodbye suna" he said to the brunette before he could even step onto the porch "oi! let me in!" suna said with a grunt as he blocked the door from closing with his foot "i didnt go through all that for nothing" suna muttered as he waltzed inside their home uninvited

"oi sunarin!! how dare you hog y/n-chan to yerself?!" atsumu snarled as he went to kick suna on the back "shut up you blond bitch" suna scowled as he threw a random pillow at atsumu's face

"tch" atsumu scoffed childishly the blond then blinked curiously as a snicker went past his lips "oi sunarin, yer pussy bangs are looking worse than usual" atsumu laughed "what happened to ya?"

"we ran so fast i think the wind split my skull open" suna groaned as he went to fix his hair "ara~ but i slowed down so you wouldn't be so tired, suna-kun" she said with a tone of concern

"you slowed down? that was slow for you?" suna scoffed in disbelief

"well anyways, i have something to tell ya, y/n-chan!" atsumu beamed as he slung his arm around her shoulder "i was supposed to tell you this, but that was before suna stole ya from me!!" atsumu hissed at the brunette

suna didn't reply, but simply flipped the blond off in response. "what is it, tsumu-kun?" she asked him as she discarded herself of her haori "i want ya to meet a friend of mine tomorrow" he said

"oh that's nice! i'd love to meet them!" she beamed happily "but one thing to consider" atsumu said in a warning tone. he threw a bottle of sanitizer at her and a pack of masks and latex gloves.

"we gotta make sure yer clean"

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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Zut alors! This art sure makes this Cinderella AU look like...well, a Cinderella AU, doesn’t it??

One critique I have about many Cinderella adaptations is about how the “ugly stepsisters” are either portrayed as one-dimensionally bad so as to make our Cinderella look more saintly by comparison or given just enough dimension that one could see them as secondary victims of their mother’s abuse and yet aren’t given an ending that frees them from it the way Cinderella does. And yes, obviously in many of those cases, the stepsisters jump in on abusing Cinderella too, but it’s a learned behavior the stepsisters acquire from their mother and, in some cases, one could also point to there possibly being an element of the child joining in on their parents’ abuse of their sibling, etc. as a method of self-preservation. There are a few adaptations where one stepsister “reforms” themselves while the other doesn’t, but in this story, I wanted to show that -- as unpleasant as the entire Cromwell clan is, including Carewyn’s cousins -- there’s some logic to how they behave. And in Claire Cromwell’s daughters’ cases in particular, they’re just as trapped by the expectations of their gender as Carewyn is, arguably more so because they’ve lived with Charles their whole lives and the importance of marrying well has been drilled into them much more than it ever was for Carewyn. Although it’s obvious how much worse Carewyn’s situation is compared to her cousins, I kind of liked the idea of showing how a character in the “ugly stepsister” role would feel, being constantly outdone by her relative despite her best efforts. And even in Carewyn’s canon, she does project a “perfect paragon” affect that irritates characters like Merula to no end, so this isn’t too much of a stretch. Doesn’t mean Iris is a good person or anything, but what can I say, I like giving my antagonists understandable motivations.

In Carewyn’s canon, she becomes a robin Animagus. Part of it has to do with their size and coloring; part of it has to do with their symbolism (being associated with spring and, in the Christian tradition, selfless kindness, as they either earned their “red breast” when they sang comfortingly in Jesus’s ear while he bled on the cross or when they got burned fetching water for souls stuck in Purgatory); and part of it is because “Robin” was my deceased paternal aunt’s name, as well as my middle name! 🧡

Previous part is here -- whole tag is here -- Katriona “KC” Cassiopeia belongs to @kc-needs-coffee -- and I hope you enjoy!

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On Charles’s instructions, Carewyn was returned to the tower room at the back of the Cromwell estate, this time with thick ropes tied her wrists together and lashing them to the legs of the cot set up in the corner. As Blaise finished securing Carewyn to the bed, he went out of his way to scold her that all of this was her own doing for trying to abandon her family before departing.

Carewyn tried everything she could to get free, but within an hour, she determined that there was nothing sharp enough in the room that she could use to cut her bonds, even if she could move more than two feet in either direction. And so, in utter frustration, she collapsed to the floor, her eyebrows knitting tightly over her closed eyes.

Talbott, she thought, please warn Orion...please, make sure he’s safe...

She wished she could simply have faith in Talbott, but being unable to do anything to protect Orion made Carewyn feel number and more afraid than she’d ever felt near the battlefield between Florence and Royaume.

A moment later, Carewyn was startled by the sound of the door being unlocked. When it opened, she found Iris standing in the doorframe. Claire’s middle daughter was decked out in a striking dark blue and emerald satin gown and a dark blue feathered mask, and her dark hair was put up in a beautiful braided bun trimmed with peacock feathers.

“So you are locked up here,” said Iris.

Carewyn raised her eyebrows very dully. “So I am.”

Iris’s face, for once, didn’t look particularly haughty. Her blue eyes, the same color and shape as Carewyn’s, swiveled over her cousin’s frame, taking in not just her bound ankles but the sewn-up back of her green dress. The dark-haired Cromwell looked almost disconcerted.

“This is your own doing, you know,” Iris said in a slightly higher voice than normal. “If you’d just left Prince Henri to me...done what Grandfather told you to do...”

“Blaise has more than given me that lecture already, thank you,” Carewyn said coldly.

Iris’s expression turned very offended.

“So much for you not talking out of turn!” she said scathingly. “I would’ve thought you’d have learned your lesson, after what Grandfather did to you...”

Her eyes flickered over to Carewyn’s back again. Carewyn could see the discomfort and macabre fascination swimming in her eyes -- as if part of her wanted to see how bad the scars were, and yet the thought made her feel nauseous.

Perhaps it was the compassion Carewyn felt, seeing her cousin struggle with feeling any kind of pity for her circumstances after how long they’d always hated each other...but she couldn’t help but address her a bit more gently than usual.

“Just because Grandfather says something doesn’t mean it’s right.”

Iris scowled. “Just like you, to be ungrateful, after everything our family’s done for you...”

She turned her back on Carewyn as if to leave.

“I’m not just talking about myself,” Carewyn murmured. “I’m talking about you.”

Iris stiffened, stopping in the doorframe.

“I heard Grandfather yell at you, when you first came home,” said Carewyn.

“So what, you want to rub it in my face?” Iris huffed, sounding rather like a snake bearing its fangs after being stepped on. “Boast about how you always twist everybody around your little finger, without even trying?”

Carewyn couldn’t help but cock her eyebrows. “Boast? Iris, the only thing that’s twisted around here are the ropes that have been tied around my wrists -- and they hurt quite a bit.”

“You know what I mean!” said Iris impatiently. She crossed her arms, her shoulders sulking. “Stop being so...so bloody witty, will you!? You’ve always been so witty -- able to talk about absolutely nothing with complete strangers...even people you don’t want to impress! And then, all of a sudden, all those people can do is talk about you. Like Prince Henri...every time we talked, the conversation would always end up coming back to you and the dresses and shoes he wanted to make for you!”

Carewyn’s face became a bit more solemn.

“The Prince and I are friends,” she admitted. “It was never anything more than that.”

Iris sniffed. “And I suppose it was ‘never anything more than that’ with Duke Lestrange either?”

“I didn’t even know Duke Lestrange,” Carewyn said exasperatedly. “And I had no interest in him romantically either. I think I made that quite clear both before and after you ripped my dress so badly that it exposed my undergarments.”

“And yet even then, you still charmed him!” said Iris, whirling around to glare at Carewyn. “You didn’t want anything from him, so why did you talk to him? Why did you smile and act all nice with him?”

“Because it was the polite thing to do!” said Carewyn, flabbergasted. “Because he was a guest! And one doesn’t have to get something in return to have a reason to show someone respect! It’s not something to be treated as a transaction!”

Iris’s face appeared more surly than ever as she looked away, adjusting the skirt of her gown.

Carewyn looked down at her bindings and then back up at Iris’s back. She exhaled slowly through her nose, as an idea started to prickle at the sides of her brain.

“...Iris...I’m sorry if I’ve wronged you,” she said softly. “I never had any intention to sabotage you...I know how much a proper marriage would endear you to our family.”

She took a deep breath.

“If you want me out of the way...then I’ll go.”

Iris looked at Carewyn, startled. Carewyn stared her intently in the face.

“Just undo my bindings,” she said, “and leave the door unlocked...and when you and the others return from the ball, I’ll be gone. You’ll never have to live with me again.”

Iris stared disbelievingly. Carewyn’s eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly, betraying some desperation.

“Grandfather won’t have to know it was you,” she said. “No one would know except for me and you, and I won’t be here to tell anyone. Please...just let me escape.”

Let me get out to warn Orion. Let me save Orion.

Iris stared at Carewyn for another long moment. Then, very slowly, her eyes narrowed.

“You...you really want this,” she said lowly. “Don’t you?”

Carewyn gave her a very serious look. Iris’s eyes narrowed that bit more, darting from her face to down at her bindings and back.

“...Well, then...”

She bent down, took hold of Carewyn’s bindings...and tightened them sharply.

“Ack -- !”

Carewyn couldn’t quite choke back a yelp of pain. Iris shot back up to her feet, her eyes burning with resentment.

“You probably want to live your own life just as much as the rest of us do,” she said. “Only you keep stopping me from starting my own life, by charming every man I could persuade to marry me. So I guess it’s only fair I make sure you can’t escape either.”

She strode for the door, snatching it up and glaring at Carewyn one more time.

“At least tonight I won’t have to worry about you catching anyone else’s eye. You’ll be locked up here, far away from the ball, and unable to charm anyone.”

And with this, she slammed the door behind her and locked it with a loud CLACK.

And so all Carewyn could do was sit helplessly on the floor, bound tightly to the bed, as the sound of her family’s carriages clattered off of the estate and toward the palace of Florence. Carewyn couldn’t even look out the window to watch them go.

She tried several more times over the next hour to try to break free of her restraints, but as the sun grew lower and lower in the sky outside the window, she once again found herself falling still. All she could do was hope and pray and think of Orion...pleading with every entity of fate and justice that he was still alive. Soon enough she found herself falling off into a restless sleep in her uncomfortable position on the floor.

This is why, when she heard a bizarre CRASH from downstairs, Carewyn was slow to react, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. It took her a moment to even gather her thoughts enough to try to escape her bonds again, so as to try to figure out what was going on. Once she did, however, she caught the sound of a voice calling out.

“Miss Cromwell! Miss Cromwell, are you there?”

Carewyn’s heart leapt in a combination of disbelief and delight.

“Baroness!” she cried.

She tried to get up and run for the door, only for the rope around her wrists to hold her back.

“Ack -- Baroness, I’m here!”

There was a sound like two sets of footsteps quickly climbing the stairs. Then, after a moment, she heard Talbott’s voice.

“Carewyn, stand back! We’re going to get you out of there -- let me just adjust this -- ”

Carewyn was glad she was tied up away from the door when a few minutes later, it was thrown off its hinges with another CRASH.

Talbott and Baroness McGonagall came running through the dust into the room. At the sight of Carewyn on the floor, Talbott immediately ran over to try to undo her bindings.

“They’re -- they’re too tight!” he hissed in aggravation.

“Leave it to me,” said McGonagall sharply. “Focus on the spell keeping that door off its hinges: once your concentration breaks, it’ll return to the way it was.”

She materialized a knife from the pocket in her gown and, with a strong SNAP, cut the thick cord attaching her to the bed, which helped her pull the rest of the bindings off of Carewyn’s wrists.

Once her hands were free, Carewyn threw her arms around both her and Talbott’s shoulders, hugging them both in gratitude and relief. Within a second, though, she’d pulled away to look at them both urgently.

“Baroness, we need to move fast...my grandfather -- ”

“Yes, Talbott told me,” said the Baroness curtly. “Quickly now -- ”

She swept back down the stairs, Talbott and Carewyn at her heels. Once they crossed the threshold, the door magically floated back up behind them, slamming back into place with just as much force as it had been blasted off.

“The palace of Florence is at least three hours from here,” explained Talbott as they ran down the stairs. “I knew I couldn’t stay transformed that long, and I’ve never flown so far before -- didn’t reckon it’d be smart to try to fly somewhere I’ve never been and risk falling right out of the sky on the way, so I decided to go get the Baroness instead. Fortunately, on our way back here on foot, we collided with Badeea, and she was able to ride on ahead to the palace and tell the Weasleys the change in plans -- ”

Carewyn’s eyebrows furrowed. “‘Change in plans?’”

Talbott smirked broadly, showing teeth. “Yeah -- the plan to bust you out of here.”

Carewyn gave a start.

“It was KC and Bill Weasley’s idea,” Talbott explained. “After I delivered Cosimo’s message to you and took a break to recuperate from flying, I turned back into an eagle and headed to the palace. Figured Prince Henri would want to know the state you were in and might be able to do something to help. Unfortunately he couldn’t -- Charles Cromwell’s wealthy enough that he’s ingratiated himself to the King and Queen, and as your legal guardian, there isn’t much anyone else could do, unless you decided to run away. But Bill and Charlie didn’t like the thought of you being stuck there. Bill had already told Charlie to hold onto this coach he was fixing for the royal family, so they could use it to smuggle you out of the Cromwell estate and take you to their family’s house. And KC realized that the perfect night to do that would be the night of the ball, when the entire Cromwell family is supposed to be in Florence and you’d therefore be left completely unguarded. So Bill, Charlie, Badeea, and I decided to stay behind while everyone else at the palace headed out to Orion’s ball, so that we could come get you.”

Carewyn could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her eyes had gone very wide.

“You...you mean you all put this together, just to help me?” she said shakily.

Talbott’s face was very serious as they reached the ground floor. “Of course we did. You’re a good person, Carewyn -- you don’t deserve being trapped here.”

Carewyn’s eyes welled up with emotion despite her best efforts.

“Talbott...” Her lips spread into a weak, overwhelmed smile. “I...thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Talbott said brusquely. “We’ve still got to get you to Florence.”

In the distance, Carewyn could hear the sound of a coach pulling up in front of the estate. McGonagall with her long legs reached the door of the manor first, and she unlocked and opened it, sweeping out into the courtyard. When Carewyn and Talbott darted after her, Carewyn gaped.

The broken royal coach she’d gone to help Charlie bring to the Burrow was as good as new, as clean, shining, and upright as it likely was when the King and Queen first purchased it. And sitting up in the driver’s seat was --

“CAREY!”

Charlie, dressed in a white-feathered black hat and a dark red velvet doublet trimmed with silver scales, dropped the reins connected to his and Bill’s chestnut horses and Badeea’s gray horse and leapt right off the coach and over to Carewyn. Jumping off the boot of the coach was Bill, dressed in a brown suede coat decorated with silver trim, and climbing out of the coach itself was Badeea, dressed in silver-dusted white satin.

“Charlie!” cried Carewyn. “Bill! Badeea!”

The Weasley brothers launched themselves at her, throwing their arms around her and squeezing tight. Unfortunately the wounds on Carewyn’s back made her crumple slightly, flinching away from their touch with a barely suppressed hiss of pain.

“Carey?” said Bill, instantly concerned.

“I’m all right!” Carewyn said very quickly. “I’m all right...”

Her blue eyes flooding with emotion, she threw her arms around both Charlie and Bill in return, squeezing them back.

“It’s so good to see you,” she whispered.

Bill’s eyes were very emotional too as he cradled the back of her head with his hand. The joy Carewyn felt just at the memory of her friends days earlier was back in full. She thought it’d be a long time before she’d ever see them again...and yet they were here. They’d come for her when she’d needed them most...

Badeea came up beside Carewyn, her dark eyes very concerned as she trailed a hand lightly along the stitching at the back of Carewyn’s dress.

“Carewyn...your dress...”

The ginger-haired woman gave her a reassuring look. “It’s all right.”

She looked around at all of them, taking in their fine clothes.

“Then...we’re all going to the ball ourselves?” she asked uneasily. “That’s the new plan?”

“Yep!” said Charlie brightly. “Andre had been working on some costumes for us, so we could all attend his mother’s New Years masquerade, before the whole thing at the border went down. He wasn’t able to finish any of them...but I borrowed a spare doublet from Andre’s closet for Talbott and Badeea was able to finish decorating the costumes that were closest to being done...”

He pointed out the “scales” on his doublet, while Bill held up the sleeve of his brown suede coat to show off the sparkly silver painted trim.

Carewyn’s eyes widened. “That paint...is that -- ?”

“The paint Orion gave me? Yes,” Badeea said, beaming as she showed off the shiny “fur” detailing she’d applied to her own hijab. “It’s the first time I’ve ever purposefully applied my paints to fabric, but for a first try, I’d say it turned out pretty well. Your shoes and dress look even better, though...look!”

She moved over to the open door of the coach and pulled out a gray and orange gown and a pair of shoes.

The chest was decked out with reddish-orange feathers arranged in a rounded heart shape, while the rest (made out of gray satin) was painted to look like it was covered in feathers. And the shoes...they were truly the most beautiful dancing slippers Carewyn had ever seen. The heels were made of colorful pumpkin diamond, while the shoes themselves, made of cloth, were nonetheless painted in a way that it looked like yellow, red, and orange stained glass. There was even a sheen on each panel, no doubt made with the slightest brush of the silver paint Orion had given Badeea, that made it look like it was sparkling.

Carewyn brought up a hand to tentatively hold the skirt of the gown, staring in disbelief and awe. Badeea’s dark eyes were sparkling with pride.

“It’s a robin, see?” she said. “Andre thought it’d be the perfect way to apply your supposed ‘favorite color’ -- ash gray -- to your dress. He originally wanted to trim your shoes with more diamond, but after seeing everything on the battlefield, he was reluctant to spend any more money on materials. So I tried to make it look like it was made of diamond anyway...it didn’t quite work out the way I hoped, but I don’t think it turned out too bad.”

“Badeea...it’s beautiful,” breathed Carewyn, her eyes trailing over the “stained glass” slippers.

Despite this, though, she whirled on the others with a severe expression.

“...But I can’t go to the ball! My entire family will be there, as will Lord Malfoy and Patricia Rakepick -- none of them would let me get within twenty feet of Orion -- ”

“They will if they do not recognize you,” said McGonagall crisply. She turned to Badeea and extended a hand. “The mask, please.”

Badeea handed McGonagall a hand-painted robin mask to her. McGonagall then set about tracing a yellowish-gold spell in mid-air, which she then lightly tapped with the mask. In an instant, it sparkled with traces of golden light.

McGonagall then placed the mask in both of Carewyn’s hands.

“This mask has an illusionary enchantment placed on it,” she said solemnly, “one that will activate solely for you, while you are within the gates of Florence’s palace, for today only. While you wear it, you will appear, to the person seeing you, as a beautiful stranger. You will not look the same to any two people...meaning that, were anyone to try to identify you later, no one would be able to agree how tall you are, how slender, how old...not even any physical features like hair or eye color.”

McGonagall’s expression then turned very grave.

“Just be sure that you leave the palace before the final stroke of midnight. Once the next day begins, my spell will break no matter what I might do...and if you’re still in the palace when that happens, then I daresay there’ll be plenty of people there who will recognize you.”

Carewyn nodded. Considering how willing Charles was to commit treason and murder, the last thing she wanted was for her grandfather to know she’d made it to the ball and who had helped her get there.

“I understand,” she said.

“I will not fit in the coach with you,” said McGongall as she glanced at Talbott, “but I can maintain the illusion for the rest of the night, even from a distance. And I know my apprentice will do everything he can to make sure you get back to Royaume safely, once Orion is out of danger.”

Carewyn’s eyes became a little smaller and softer. “Thank you, Baroness...for everything.”

McGonagall’s usually stern face softened noticeably as she brought a hand to gently rest on Carewyn’s cheek.

“Godspeed, Miss Cromwell.”

And so Carewyn, Badeea, and Talbott all climbed into the coach. Once they were all inside, Bill -- playing the role of footman, snapped the door shut behind them and leapt up onto the boot of the coach.

“Let’s go, Charlie!”

With a nod, Charlie bounded back up into the driver’s seat, snatched up the reins, and flicked them sharply with a “YAH!” The three horses charged off, pulling the coach right off the Cromwell estate and toward the reddening horizon.

On their way to Florence’s palace, the group got themselves dressed. Carewyn politely averted her eyes as Talbott changed into the handsome purple velvet doublet Andre had been wearing when Carewyn first arrived at the palace, and then Talbott climbed out onto the boot of the carriage with Bill while Badeea helped Carewyn get dressed.

When Carewyn took off her dress, Badeea saw her injured back for the first time. The artist’s gasp of dismay was silent, but she nonetheless trailed a cool, gentle hand along Carewyn’s bare back.

“I don’t think your gown will hide these,” Badeea murmured. “It’s cut low, to show off your back.”

Carewyn set her jaw grimly. “Then we’ll just have to leave them. Once I reach the palace and the Baroness’s illusion is activated, no one should be able to see them anyway.”

Badeea nodded grimly, her dark eyes very sad as she helped Carewyn pull the gown over her head.

“We all worried Lord Cromwell wasn’t treating you well,” she confessed, “but...I don’t think any of us thought he’d do something like this to you.”

Her usually serene expression betrayed a flicker of resentment.

“He’s a horrible man,” she said very softly. “Just...horrible.”

Carewyn offered Badeea a weak smile, bringing a hand onto her shoulder and squeezing to show some reassurance.

Charlie had never been to the palace of Florence before, but he was fortunately able to follow the many, many sets of long tracks left by other carriages and carts from Royaume that had already left for Florence’s capitol. He set the horses off at the fastest gallop he could manage without endangering his passengers, and within three hours, Charlie caught sight of some more carriages in the distance. He rushed to catch up with them, pulling up just behind them as they headed through the open gates of the Florentine palace.

The palace of Florence couldn’t have been more different than Royaume’s. While Royaume’s castle was white stone with extensive hedge gardens and many rounded towers trimmed with pointed dark rooves, Florence’s was made of tan-colored clay bricks stacked a mile high with geometric railings along the edges of towers and beautifully carved marble columns and arches framing the interior courtyard. It was also lit up with dozens of torches, making it blaze with golden light in the night. The warmer color palette, in contrast to Royaume’s palace’s pure white marble and clean lines, made Florence’s palace look significantly older, even though it was just as well-maintained. Carewyn couldn’t help but wonder what sorts of interesting histories she might read, if she could take the time to look over the yards of text etched into each column and wall.

“I think I see Andre’s coach!” said Charlie.

He pointed out a coach parked almost directly in front of the grand staircase. Its coachman was tending to their horses.

“He must not have arrived too long ago,” said Bill. He looked at the others through the window of the coach. “Do you have the masks ready, Badeea?”

Badeea lightly waved the last mask she’d been painting back and forth to help it dry. “Just about...”

Carewyn could also see the white coaches belonging to the Cromwell family parked on the far right end. She could even see her horse among the white steeds pulling them -- it kept pulling at its reins tensely, as if not liking being lashed together with its fellows to the coach.

Charlie pulled up in front of the castle, as far back and as far left as he could, so that they could stay close to the gate in case they needed a quick exit. As soon as they came to a stop, Bill pulled open the door of the coach.

“Are you ready, Carey? Your hair and dress okay? Got your mask?”

“Yes,” said Carewyn.

“Go on, then -- we’ll be right behind you.”

Carewyn nodded determinedly and quickly climbed out of the coach, holding her skirts up so as to keep them clear of her “stained glass” slippers.

Charlie couldn’t help but gape. “Whoa, Carey...the Baroness wasn’t kidding! You don’t look like yourself at all!”

Carewyn blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah! You’ve got, like, blond hair and green eyes -- like some emerald dragon!”

“You look like a brunette to me,” said Bill sheepishly.

“We can gush about the Baroness’s talent for illusions later,” Talbott cut them off brusquely. “Carewyn -- go find the King.”

Carewyn nodded. Turning her gaze toward the palace, she ran straight for the stairs, charging right past the guests that walked more leisurely up the stairs and ignoring how their heads turned in her direction.

Orion...please don’t let me be too late...!

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queenabstract · 5 years ago

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Riff x Reader: Riff meets a fellow drummer in Pop Village and compliments there skills after tHey give a performance with their group.

YES RIFF!

"Dude, hurry up, we're gonna be late!" Barb yelled. Riff ran as fast as he could to get on the angler bus.

"Sorry! I almost forgot-"

"I don't care, lets go." Barb rolled her eyes. Riff sighed and sat down. He was getting really tired of being treated like the runt of the rock trolls.

"So uuh...where are we going?" Sid asked.

"I already told you a thousand times! We are going to Pop Village because Queen Popsqueak gave us an invitation to a party. Apparently this is is supposedly different because there's gonna be a group performing...and they've gotta rock and pop theme kinda vibe in their music. They got a drummer, lead guitarist and everything." Barb explained.

"Gnarly!" Riff said in excitement. Barb raised an eyebrow at him and rolled her eyes. It wasn't long until the angler bus finally landed and they stepped out into the bright Pop Village.

"Wait, where's Carol?" Riff asked.

"Ah she got here early. She wanted to meet the group before they had to perform." Barb explained. The pop trolls waved and smiled at them, giving warm and welcoming greetings as the three passed by.

"Hey Sid!" A pop troll called out and waved to Sid.

"Melon!" Sid smiled and left the group. Riff became nervous now that he was alone with Barb.

"So uh...did we get here early or what?" Riff asked.

"We got here a few minutes late, they're about to start performing." Barb said and quickly walked away to find Poppy.

"Oh hey, wait up OOF!" Riff fell flat on his face. When he got back up, Barb was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, sugar." Riff mumbled and kicked the ground. He sighed and made his way towards the crowd. He tried to get through, but he was stuck at the back.

"WOOOO! HELLO POP VILLAGE!!!" A loud, booming voice exclaimed. All the trolls started cheering and going wild. Riff tried to see, but he could only make out a few trolls on the stage.

"Let em know that we're still rock and roll!"

"I don't care about my makeup, I like it better with my jeans all ripped up, I don't know how to keep my mouth shut, you say, so what?"

"I don't care that I'm a misfit, I like it better than the hipster sh-, I am a natural princess, you still, love it." The first voice was a high-pitched one that sounded like a talented little girl, the second voice was a little lower, but smooth.

"Some some how, its a little different when I'm with you. You know what I really am, all about. You know how it really goes, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah." The two were singing at the same time. "Some some way. We'll be getting out of this town one day. You're the only one that I want with me. You know how the story goes, oh, oh, oh." Riff finally pushed and squeezed his way into the crowd, into the very center so that he got a good view. Thats when he became frozen in awe, he finally saw you.

"WHEN ITS YOU, AND ME, WE DON'T NEED NO ONE TO TELL US WHO TO BE! WE'LL KEEP TURNIN UP THE RA-DI-O! WHEN ITS YOU, AND I! WE'LL JUST PUT UP, OUR HANDS UP IN THE SKY! AND LET EM KNOW! WE'RE STILL ROCK! AND! ROLL!" You sang. Your voice was loud and booming. You didn't need a microphone like the other two, who looked a little bit irritated. Your voice, despite being loud, wasn't screaming. It was even smoother than the second one's and enchanting. AND you were playing the drums. Riff felt his heart thumping harder, his face heating up, and his palms starting to sweat. Oh god, what was happening? Poor Riff couldn't do anything but stay frozen and watch until the party was over.

And that's exactly what happened. He saw Barb and Carol together, talking to Riff, Melon, and Stella. Riff started walking towards them, but stopped when he saw you at the punch table all alone. He decided to at least try to talk to you. He still wasnt exactly sure what to say though-OH GEEZ he was getting closer. Oh god okay just be cool just be smooth.

"Hey there, how ya-ACK!" Riff yelped. He had tried leaning onto the table on his elbow to look cool, but he missed the table and fell on his face again.

So smooth.

"Oh gosh are you okay?" You asked and helped him up.

"I've been better." Riff sighed. He dusted himself off. "I'm Riff, by the way." Riff held his hand out.

"(Y/N)" You shook it.

This was better.

"So I uh...really admire your drumming skills. I'm uh, I'm a drummer too. I'm in Barb's band. And I-I don't get to meet other drummers very often and your one of the best I've seen so far and-" Riff cut himself off. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" You asked.

"For rambling on to much." Riff answered.

"Oh no, don't be sorry! I hardly get to have a nice conversation with anybody else like this! My own band members don't even talk to me that much. This is actually nice." You reassured him, your own cheeks turning pink.

"Wait, really?" Riff asked.

"Yeah, by the way, you should totally come visit more often. I'm the only drummer around and I don't really have any real friends. Maybe you could swing by and we can hang out?" You asked him.

"Yeah! I'll come back for sure, you seem cool." Riff rubbed the back of his neck shyly. Your hug watch dinged and lit up.

"Oh, hug time." You said. "Is it okay if I..."

"Sure, go ahead." He thought you were asking if it was okay to leave him so you could go hug one of the other trolls. He didn't expect you to hug him. He was a little startled, but he hugged back. He fully embraced the hug. It felt really nice.

"RIFF! HURRY IT UP WE GOTTA HEAD BACK!" Barb called out.

"Sheesh. Demanding much?" You asked as you two parted.

"She's not so bad once you get to know her. I'll see you later!" Riff waved and ran back to the angler bus.

"Don't keep me waiting to long!" You called out to him.

"I won't! I promise!" He called back. You hummed and smiled.

"I'm totally gonna marry him." You giggled.

"What's up with you? Did you meet the love of your life or something? Barb asked.

"I think I did!" Riff smiled and blushed and he climbed inside. Barb looked over at you. Your face was entirely pink.

"Ugh. Puke." Barb rolled her eyes and smiled. "Reminds me of when I met Carol." Barb blushed a little and climed inside.

The song I used is called "Rock N Roll" by Avril Lavigne.

We will forever love Riff!

#trolls #trolls world tour #trolls world tour x reader #barb #rock trolls #twt #Riff #Sid #Carol #Riff x Reader #Avril Lavigne

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arts-and-drafts · 5 years ago

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Unexpected Delivery

(This is the start of the Big Brother AU! I made it in fic form since my hand was out of commission at the time!)

Cleo hummed absently as she finished up the last of the DNA samples for the cloning tubes. It was routine by now; she was nearly halfway done cloning the other hermits for her zoo, the growing duplicates catatonic in their seperate tubes.

Cleo thought there was nothing wrong with her quote "questionable" science, but the other hermits seemed uncomfortable whenever she casually brought it up. Which was fine! She was sure they wouldn't mind that she didn't tell them they were being cloned this time. She'd take great care of them! It'd be a great feature of the zoo.

Cleo poured the last sample into an empty tube, having already confirmed the cells were reproducing as expected. She gave a soft smile as the tube filled with the liquid she liked to call "human fertilizer", which would help the clones grow to their correct proportions in the span of a few weeks.

Cleo removed her protective lab gear, carelessly throwing her gloves on the ground. She wasn't alive, there was no danger of hazardous disposal. And her lab was entirely Joe-proof, so not even he could mess this up. There was nothing left to do now but wait.

Cleo started in stunned panic at the last tube. Oh no. No no no.

Instead of a recognizable hermit taking shape by now, it was a small, bean shaped fetus. Something was very very wrong.

The other clones were nearly finished, already clearly resembling Cleo's friends. But instead of a nearly fully grown adult, there was a developing BABY in the last tube.

Cleo was terrified. She had no idea what could've gone wrong. She swabbed each hermits individual bases EXACTLY so this had no chance of happening. What was she going to do?! It was too small to even see any definitive traits of who the parents could be, but even if there was, what was Cleo going to do? Just walk up to them and hand them their accidental test tube baby, sorry and good luck?

Cleo paused her panicked fidgeting. That could actually work. She did just successfully create a scientific breakthrough, accidental or not. Surely that was something no-one could be mad at. All things considered she should be very proud of herself, actually. How hard could taking care of a kid be anyway? Cleo found it relatively easy; that's why she was a teacher before she died, after all. She loved the little buggers.

Surely it would be fine. Everything would be just fine.

Cleo sat in front of the cloning tube, now an artificial womb. The soft green light from the tube shone on Cleo's thoughtful face, her eyes focused on the small little creation growing in front of her.

What a miraculous turn of events.

Mumbo was awoken in the dead of night by something banging on the door to his hobbit hole.

He blearily looked around the bedroom, unsuccessfully trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes. He saw the light from his son's charging cord gently pulsing in the corner of the room, Grumbot still soundly resting in sleep mode. Rain battered the glass ceiling of the two-room house, the trees along the coast lashing in the monsoon-like winds.

The banging at the door came again, and Grian stirred at Mumbo's side. "Whazzit." Grian mumbled without opening his eyes. Mumbo listened intently at the knocks.

"Zombie." Mumbo realized, Grian groaning in annoyance in response. "You geddit." Grian stated, waving a hand vaguely towards the direction of the door. Mumbo sighed exaggeratedly, resigning himself. "It's raining," he complained, but was met with pointedly fake snores from his husband.

Mumbo shook his head with a small smile, pulling back the blanket to swing his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned and stretched as he stood up, shaking out his hands before grabbing his netherite sword from the bedside chest. Zombies weren't terribly dangerous, but Mumbo doubted he could take one on without serious damage if he was sleepy.

He swung open the door to his hobbit hole, sword poised to strike, but stopped suddenly as he recognized Cleo's face staring back at him, sopping wet and holding a mess of blankets. "I guess I was right," Mumbo stammered with a small laugh, not knowing what else to say. "There was a zombie at my door."

"Very funny." Cleo scoffed, wrinkling her nose to signify no harm done. "What--it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" Mumbo asked, sheathing his sword and yawning again.

Cleo opened her mouth, but was instantly cut off by a massive thunderclap. The mess of blankets she was holding suddenly came to life, squirming and bawling its lungs out.

Mumbo stared as Cleo frantically shushed the thing in her arms, gently rocking it back and forth. "Is that a baby?!" Mumbo gasped. "I would love to come in, if you don't mind." Cleo said dryly, purposely ignoring his question.

"O-Oh, of course--get out of this weather, goodness--" Mumbo stuttered, moving aside.

"Hold this." Cleo said distractedly, shoving the screaming bundle of soaked blankets into Mumbo's arms after he shut the door to the raging storm. Cleo shook off the water like a dog, spraying Mumbo and his nice furniture with a shower of droplets. "Ack--Cleo, come on!" Mumbo complained over the wailing of the creature in his arms.

"It's fiiine." Cleo responded, wringing out her hair over the doormat. "You can't just say 'it's fine' whenever you do something," Mumbo muttered, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. He turned his attention to the bundle in his arms as Cleo peeled off her soaked striped socks.

Mumbo pulled back the top covering of the screaming heap, revealing what he'd recognized from the beginning; a small human baby, very clearly newborn.

"Is that a baby?" Mumbo looked up to see Grian, out of bed and staring at the poor thing in Mumbo's arms. "Hi Cleo. Oh hi Grian! I'm doing great, thanks for asking!" Cleo flipped her hair back from her face and glared at Grian, the avian sticking his tongue out at her in return.

"Here--can you get new blankets, Gri? These are soaked." Mumbo asked, unconsciously slipping into Dad Mode. He freed the still crying baby from the soaking bundle, unceremoniously dumping the blankets on the floor.

Cleo moved to sit her wet butt on Mumbo's nice couch as he tried to quiet the baby. "Where--where did it come from? Why the middle of the night?" Mumbo stammered, wordlessly handing the child over to Grian, who had returned with clean warm blankets. The baby was dressed in a plain leather tunic, something Grian quickly replaced for an old nightshirt of Grumbot's. It was still too big, but at least it was dry.

Cleo took a breath, clasping her hands together on her knees. Mumbo and Grian sat on the couch across from her, the baby finally quieting from ear-splitting wails to snuffled fussing. "Please explain, Cleo. Who's is it?" Mumbo pleaded, moving a hand through his hair.

"Well, ah, it came from my lab." Cleo began nervously. "Yes, I have a lab." She interjected at Mumbo's surprised look. "And uh. Well, it's yours."

Grian snapped his head up from the baby, having the same shocked-slash-confused look as Mumbo. "Wh--what? Sorry?" Mumbo stammered. "We're both boys." Grian stated stupidly. "Men. We're men." He corrected, going red.

Cleo rolled her eyes. "It's not a traditional baby, dummies. It's a test tube baby. A--an accidental one." Cleo wrung her hands awkwardly at Mumbo and Grian's faces.

"How do you make an accidental test tube baby, Cleo?!" Mumbo exclaimed. He wasn't mad, just--well, extremely confused. "Why were you making a test tube baby in the first place?!" Grian continued. Cleo held her hands up in surrender. "I--okay--I'm making a hermit zoo exhibit! And I'm cloning you! For the zoo! And uh--well, THAT happened." Cleo explained, gesturing at the small being in Grian's lap. "I individually swabbed your bases, so--I'm not really sure how it happened?" Cleo stuttered.

Mumbo stared. "Cleo. We're married. We live together." Mumbo said, holding up his hand to display the ring Grian had made him.

Cleo stared back. "Oh. Well, that would make sense." She rubbed the back of her neck self consciously. "Cleo, you came to the wedding!" Grian stated incredulously. "You were my groomsmaid!!" Cleo winced. "Right. That's right. I remember now." She said apologetically.

"I--anyways. That baby is a perfect mix of your DNA, so--I mean, technically speaking, I managed to create life without the use of traditional means, so you should be not mad, you should be impressed, really." Cleo rambled.

Mumbo opened his mouth and then closed it again. His redstone brain was truly very impressed, actually, but his parent brain took over. "So you just--gave us a baby? We have a baby now, that's it?" He asked, his voice pitching.

Grian gasped quietly next to Mumbo, pulling his attention from an increasingly nervous Cleo. Grian was staring at the baby, who had finally quieted into idle murmuring. "He has your eyes, Mumby." Grian whispered, his voice catching. Mumbo leaned over, startled to see the same shade of red as his staring back at him. "Oh," Mumbo breathed, a strange feeling coming over him.

Grian held out his finger to the baby and was immediately grasped by the tiny thing's button-sized hand, letting out a coo of endearment and peeking the smallest of smiles. The baby was a naked newborn, hardly a day old, but Mumbo was instantly struck by how much the little smile reminded him of Grian.

Mumbo finally looked away from the baby to Cleo, who brandished a smug grin. Mumbo huffed in annoyance he couldn't bring himself to feel.

"Well...he needs a name." Mumbo reluctantly stated, silently accepting the new member to the family that Cleo had brought them. Cleo grinned wider, undoubtedly coming to the same conclusion that he had.

"Jrum--wait." Grian bit on a laugh. "We can't call him Jrumbot, Grian." Mumbo corrected dryly over Cleo and Grian's giggling. "Okay, how about Junior, then?"

Mumbo wrinkled his nose. "That sounds patronizing. And cliche." He disagreed. Grian hummed in thought while their unnamed son sucked on his finger.

"Okay, how about Juni? That's got a nice ring to it," Grian suggested. Mumbo smiled. "You're just saying that because you can't think of another name than Junior." He teased, letting out a laugh when Grian shoved him in response.

"I like Juni." Cleo piped up, visibly more relaxed after knowing they wouldn't be mad at her.

Mumbo looked down at their new son again, his bright red eyes now curiously swiveling around to everything he could see. He was so young, so small and fragile, and yet Mumbo could already see so much life in him.

"Yeah." Mumbo said, swallowing a sudden lump in his throat. "I like Juni too."

#big brother au #hermitcraft fic #grumbot lives au #meraki post

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tigerseye46 · 4 years ago

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4/73 Spicynoodleshipping with their actual child?

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Yessss, I imagine Red spoiling her more than MK does. MK is trying to be the serious one but he gives in still.

4. “How did I get so lucky?” 73. “You’re safe now. I’m here.”

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Xiaolian, their little baby, their little lotus, was running around the house before bedtime. Xiaolian was only five years old and full of energy. Xiaotian and Red were trying to put her to bed but she refused to listen. She was beautiful and a great combination of her parents, she had red fiery hair and MK’s eyes. She looked mostly human everything except for the monkey tail and two horns from her head. She was polite, energetic, a great inventor like her papa. Her grandparents, great uncle, and aunt adored her. They spoiled her rotten, Tang and Pigsy, well mostly Pigsy taught her to cook, Tang on the other hand shared stories, Wukong would sit her on his lap letting her play with the baby monkeys, Macaque ruffled her hair. Sandy had let her sit on her shoulders and Mei spoiled her with plushes even DBK and Princess Iron Fan loved her. The demons had repaired the relationship with their son completely after the last fight four years ago with the White Bone Spirit but had been somewhat around for Xiaolian’s birth which MK suspected was what finally convinced them to go good. It was great for Red to finally have the love of his parents back and they were heavily invested in their granddaughter’s life.

No one spoiled her as bad as Red did. He loved his baby girl so much. He got emotional over every little thing she did. He cried when she cried the very second she was born, cried over when she tripped after taking her first few steps, cried over her first invention, everything was emotional. MK hoped his husband would grow of it. Gods knows what Red would do if she got a partner! Now MK was more reasonable about the whole thing or at least he tried to be, someone had to be, but even he found himself giving in.

“Xiaolian, it’s time to go to bed, sweetie,” MK reminded.

Xiaolian bounced up and down on the couch. “But daddy, papa, I’m not tired! Five more minutes?” She gave puppy dog eyes to her parents.

Red cooed. “Maybe she can have five more minutes, Noodle Boy.”

MK crossed his arms and glared at his husband. “No, we already let her have five minutes, five minutes ago. Red…”

Red smiled nervously at his husband. “Okay… listen to your daddy, Xiaolian.”

Xiaolian got off the couch and frowned. “Okay, sorry papa and daddy.”

MK ruffled her hair and got on his knees to look his child directly in the eyes. “It’s okay, love. The sooner you sleep, the earlier you wake up, the more you can play, okay?”

Xiaolian’s face quickly morphed into a grin. “Okay, daddy!”

Red repeated his husband’s actions then kissed her on the forehead. “Let’s go, little lotus.” He carried her in his arms and made their way to her room. He pulled the covers away and gently laid her down, placing the covers over her.

“Can I hear a story?” Their baby asked, her eyes sparkling and her feet kicking under the covers.

Red wanted to reply with ‘As many stories as you want.’ But his husband responded before he could say something. “Okay but only one story and then go to sleep.”

“Okay, daddy!”

MK and Red sat on her bed as they told her their love story. The story of rivals with completely different goals battling against each other until they started a friendship and fell in love and had a baby. They didn’t use specific names or specific details but they could tell their daughter loved it and in the middle of it, she fell fast asleep.

They both smiled at their daughter and kissed the top of her head, making sure she was comfortable before they left. Red put an arm around his husband’s waist and led him out and into their room. They shared a kiss and got under the covers over their own bed.

“You have to stop spoiling her so much, Red,” Xiaotian commented.

“Never, love. Never.”

“What is she turns out too spoiled?”

Red rolled his eyes. “She has us as parents, it won’t happen.”

“Okay… jeez I don’t know what’s going to happen when she grown up and has a partner,” he teased, nudging his husband.

Red’s face paled. “Par- partner?”

MK kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, honey. It won’t happen until 12 years or so.”

“She’s not allowed to date. Ever.”

MK laughed and grabbed his sketchbook from a drawer along with a pencil and began drawing. “Sure, whatever you say.”

What would he do if she had a partner? Yea, she was too good for any partner, she definitely wasn’t allowed to date. Red shook himself out of his shock. He stared at his husband and thought of their beautiful daughter, he had gotten so lucky. He had a wonderful husband and the most perfect baby.

He kept staring at his husband until MK spoke up. “You do know you’re staring, right?”

“Hm? Oh, something is on my mind.”

“What’s that?”

“How did I get so lucky?” MK looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

“Red, you always say that.”

“But how did I? I never imagined this as my life now I have a baby and husband that I love more than anything in this world.”

“You asked me first.”

“You said yes when you could have said no. Thank you for not rejecting me back then, thank you for agreeing to marry me, thank you for having our child, just thank you, Noodle Boy.” He leaned and smooched his husband. “Thank you.”

A blush was left on Xiaotian’s cheeks. He put his sketchbook and pencil on the bed. “You don’t have to keep thanking me. I did all of this because I love you.”

“I love you too. I just… never expected this… I’ll keep thanking you forever how long because you deserve it.”

His husband shook his head. “I’ll do the same too. You’ve been amazing, raising our daughter.” He ran a hand over Red’s face. “You’re fantastic, Red.”

“You are too, my love.” They shared another kiss. It wasn’t long until after that that they decided to turn in for the night.

They didn’t get that many hours in before “DADDY! PAPA!” They awoke each with sleepy gasps.

MK rubbed his eyes. “Xiaolian is up again.”

Red kissed his husband. “I’ll handle it.”

“You sure, Red?”

“Yes, I can.”

“I’ll be there in a minute. Just need to force myself out of bed.”

Red nodded and bolted towards his daughter’s room. The sight of her broke his heart, she was crying. “Little lotus, what’s wrong?”

“PAPA!” She screamed and ran towards her papa, hugging him tight.

Red got on his knees and hugged her back. “You’re safe now. I’m here. What’s wrong?”

Xiaolian sniffled. “I had a nightmare, you and daddy were gone, you were hurt by some meanie and never woke up!”

Red gasped. “That is never going to happen! I promise.”

“But papa, what if it does?”

“Your daddy has his staff, I have my powers and inventions. Your daddy and I have been through a lot and we’ve been perfectly fine.”

“But… but…”

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy and I wouldn’t let anything hurt you or us.”

“Okay…” She kept sniffling, Red kissed her forehead.

He was trying to soothe her sobbing as he attempted to explain that nothing was going to happen to them.

“Do you promise?”

“Huh?”

“Do you promise that nothing is gonna happen to you and daddy?”

Red smiled. “Of course, my love. I promise.”

“Yay!”

Red began singing in a soft tune to her. She cuddled up with her papa as she was placed on his lap and handed her monkey plush which Wukong had bought her. MK stood in the doorway of their baby’s room, he loved hearing his husband sing.

Red stopped his singing and kissed his baby’s head. “See little lotus, nothing will happen.”

MK approached his husband and his child. “Daddy!” She reached out for her daddy.

MK shifted her from Red’s lap to his head. “Hi honey, did you have a nightmare?”

“Yea! Papa made it all better!”

“Awwww, did he now? Papa is a hero.”

“Yea!”

Red smiled. “You’re going to make me blush, love.”

MK replied, “That’s the plan.”

Red kissed his husband. “Ewwwww.” Xiaolian stuck her tongue out in disgust at her parents’ affection.

Red smirked and began tickling his daughter. “It’s not ew. You silly lotus.”

She laughed. “Ack, daddy help me!”

Xiaotian laughed along and started tickling his husband. “Hey noodle boy, you’re supposed to be on my side!”

Xiaotian playfully rolled his eyes. “Not this time.”

It continued like that for an hour, the house being full of light and laughter and as they finally put their daughter to bed. Red whispered, “Thank you, my little one.” Then he turned to his husband, “Thank you, my love.” Xiaotian shook his head and kissed his husband. They left to their room knowing their daughter would be fine, they basked in the warmth of each other as they both wondered how they got so lucky.

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