#ATE. HIS. TOE. LOVED. IT. P. CAME. THE. END.

[knowlesian]

the clever way they set up izzy the unreliable narrator is just… such good writing

i started making a complete list of “things other people agree izzy is good at” and “things only izzy says he’s good at” for brain distractions and on that first list is swordfighting

the second list is …everything else, i truly do find this little fucker so fun on a narrative level. he’s the textbook unreliable narrator: literally everything he says ends up directly contradicted by the people in question or the action, but he swaggers around yelling his version of events loudest! (and weirdest, lmfao.)

and honestly on a deeper level it makes us as an audience look at how we process things people tell us vs things people show us, and how those are often very much at odds.

the writing on this show is ridiculously good, you know? 

[hidden-snow]

Valentine's Day Gift

Rated // +18

Warnings // P in V

Word count // 763

You were his good girl. His favorite girl. Lucifer would constantly shower you with rubber ducks and other gifts, designed to your liking. You weren’t a replacement for Lilith, but he certainly loved you for who you were.

You’d been friends with Charlie ever since you came down to hell. Supporting her dream to reform sinners, you’d been at her hotel when you’d first met Lucifer. The tension he’d had with Alastor had quickly disappeared when his eyes landed on you. You had been leaning against the table, sipping on some bright red punch that had been prepared for Lucifer’s appearance.

Niffty had offered you one of the iffy-looking cookies sitting on a tray, but you’d been quick to refuse the offer. You didn’t want to die again from food poisoning. Seeing the look on your face, Angel had burst out in laughter, teasing you for your taste-choices, while taking a cookie from the tray. He ate it right in front of you, teasing smirk turning into a frown as his face slowly turned green.

That’s how Lucifer had seen you, punch cup in your hand as you laughed, Angel bent over the table as he threw up his guts.

Things had taken off and you found yourself steadily becoming the girl of his focal point. All he wanted to do was spend time with you. Visits to the hotel had become more frequent, just so that he could spend time with you.

Before long, you found yourself in his king-sized bed, red blankets covered in apple designs draped over your naked body. You’d turned your gaze to the warm body beside you, seeing the flushed white face with bright red circles over his cheek bones. He was sleeping soundly, blond hair messy and sticking up in odd angles.

And with that, you felt yourself falling in love with Lucifer as well.

You hated your thoughts, but you kind of hoped that Lilith stayed away, because you knew that deep in your heart, if she came back, you would no longer be his favorite girl.

With these thoughts constantly stuck in your mind, you found yourself letting go more around him. You wanted him to like you, perhaps even love you, so that when she did come back to him, he wouldn’t cast you aside completely.

Laying in his bed, arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails scratching his shoulder blades, sweat coating your skin. Your thighs were wrapped around his hips and your head was tilted back, allowing his forehead to rest in the crook between your throat and shoulder.

He was thrusting in with elite precision, applying the perfect blend of speed and friction with each snap of his hips.

Your toes curled with the pleasure that leaked through your veins, flooding into your body and filling you with an insatiable desire for him and only him. He slid his fingers along your body, gripping you tightly as his hips twitched, letting you know that he was closing in on his climax. You didn’t want this to end. You wanted him to push through it. You didn’t want to part so soon.

It was Valentine’s Day, after all. Your favorite day of the year. The day where Lucifer went all out to make sure you felt loved, needed, and adored. Nearby the bed sat a tray with food, perfectly cooked and starting to get cold due to having been immediately sat aside for your sudden desires to be fulfilled.

“So good, darling. You’re so good for me,” he breathed softly in your ear, holding you closer so that he could push deeper inside.

You moan softly as the tip pushes against your g-spot, pleasure blossoming inside of you, pushing you closer to your climax. The coil within the pit of your belly was growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any second.

His movements are getting faster, more eager, and at this point, you were simply holding on for the ride, allowing him to push you closer and closer to your own climax.

His fingers move to your hair, tangling in your locks to pull at it. Lips meet yours in a heated, passionate kiss, tongue poking into your mouth.

His hip snaps again, forcing deep inside of you, and a soft gasp is pulled from your lips, swallowed by him. The coil inside your belly snaps and your spine arches slightly in his grasp as you hit your climax.

Jesus.

“Good girl. My good girl. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. Now, eat up. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.” 

[moonshineboyz]

[20:32]

Pairing: Sunwoo x fem reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of cheating, oral (f), fingering, sucking on fingers

a/n: i wasn't even going to write this but after watching this edit and this one, and this post from @hoshiwhxre i couldn't stop thinking about it, so have fun i guess??

a/n²: thank you @mistresskate101 for helping me out with grammar stuff

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Care to explain how you ended up in this situation? You were seated on the couch and Sunwoo kneeled down on the floor between your legs, holding them up to his shoulders, with his arms hooked around your thighs.  

It was supposed to be an innocent sleepover at his place, just like any other one you usually had, but at some point, you confessed how your jerk of a boyfriend never really ate you out properly and how frustrated you felt at that sometimes. So, your lovely friend offered to help you.

Sunwoo lapped at your dripping cunt and you let out a shaky breath, his dark eyes filled with lust as he watched all of your reactions. Tongue flat as he took long and slow strokes savoring your sweet taste, you couldn’t help but shudder a little underneath his touch, his fingers burning your already hot skin.

You bit your lower lip to hold back a moan, chest starting to rise and fall, it was indescribable how Sunwoo was making you feel so good within minutes, and he had just started. He took a long last stripe to get to your clit and teased it flicking his tongue making you cry out his name, what was a sweet melody for him. “S-sunwoo…” He was enjoying so much seeing you this much of a mess with half-lidded eyes and squirming. You felt him wrap his lips around your nub, giving a light suck and you absolutely lost it, getting even wetter.  

The boy hummed against your core at the sight of you with parted lips throwing your head back, this sent delicious vibrations through your body and you grabbed a handful of his hair. He laved past your lips and inserted his tongue in your wetness, you gasped loudly arching your back and gripped the nearest pillow with your free hand, whining when his warm muscle went deeper and the tip of his nose gently rubbed at your swollen clit, having you flutter your eyes closed.

But soon they opened to glance over your phone sitting next to you when it started ringing, and the screen lit up showing your boyfriend’s name. Sunwoo pulled away a few inches, enough to let his breath fan against you.  

“Don’t you dare answer. Unless it is to let him know how good I can make you feel.” He said lowly and watched as you tossed your phone at the other end of the couch away from you, too busy and lost in the sensations of your friend pleasuring you so well. He smirked and bit down your inner thigh. “Good girl."  

Sunwoo trailed wet kisses from your thigh to your slit and started to tongue fuck you again at a torturous pace, it just felt so good you rolled your eyes, raking your nails through his scalp to tug at his hair, trying to bring him closer. You always thought Sunwoo’s lips were pretty, and that was what made him even cuter, but you’d never imagine how heavenly they’d feel against your pussy with his tongue working wonders on you.  

You let out needy mewls every time he went in deeper, your hips stuttering. You were getting more and more light-headed by the minute, completely drowned in the lustful moment. Wet sounds and shaky breaths filling up the living room and turning you and Sunwoo on even more, his painfully hard cock inside his tented pants. But you looked and sounded so beautiful right there that it only made him want to eat you out more hungrily, but he kept his rhythm. He dug his fingernails in your soft flesh, groaning when you bucked your hips wishing to get more friction. "Sunwoo, p-please. Please, I want to c-cum.” You begged in a choked voice; composure already lost. Shivers going down your spine with the way he gave you the smuggest smile and winked.  

“Since you asked so nicely. But you need to be patient, princess.” A nickname never sounded so innocent yet so dirty, but the way he purred it made you moan.  

Plump lips wrapped around your sensitive nub and a finger slipped inside you, incoherent words and whimpers falling from your lips, his tongue lazily swirling your clit and finger going at a slow pace. Your mind was foggy by the overwhelming arousal, squirming so much that Sunwoo had to hold your hips down. He added another finger, curling them making you melt. “Fuck. Faster p- ah! Please."  

"What a shame he doesn’t do this to you. He’s missing such a wonderful sight.” He taunted before sucking hard on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you fast as you pleaded. Your breath hitched and the noise you made came out strangled, body flushed, skin so hot.  

Sunwoo began to flick his tongue in between sucks while burying his fingers knuckles deep inside you, loving to hear you groan and cry out his name repeatedly in a sinful way, your back arching just to collapse onto the sofa again. It boosted his ego to know that he was the one making you breathless, coming undone for him.  

You felt goosebumps as your climax was approaching, your muscles tightening and a coiling tension in your lower abdomen. Sunwoo seemed to notice that too when your whimpers became higher pitched and you started to shudder. “Wanna come on my tongue? Hm?” You wished nothing but your release, however it came, but the idea of coming with Sunwoo fucking you with his tongue sounded so hot you desperately nodded. He gladly did it, rubbing your clit with circular motions to help you chase your orgasm.  

And then your mind got blank, blurred vision. You came and came hard, screaming out his name and several swear words, arching your back and rolling your eyes. You gripped Sunwoo’s hair, jerking your hips against his touch to which he kept on working on you. Thighs shaking, toes curling and abs clenching due to being overstimulated, his tongue roughly lapping at your slit and too sensitive clit.  

You couldn’t stop moving, body trembling trying to get a grip at anything you could reach, your own hair, a pillow, the couch, your thigh. It was too much but it felt so good. Tears started to form at the corner of your eyes when Sunwoo inserted his fingers again and you gasped with the merciless rhythm, your sweet spot getting hit in such a delicious way.  

Your second climax was close and you were going insane, feeling hazy. Nub being sucked with so much hunger your head was thrown back letting out filthy, desperate mewls. Sunwoo groaned, picking up the pace making you see stars and clench around his digits. “Ah, f-fuck! I’m close hmm…” You extendedly moaned, nerves on fire as his hooded sinful eyes were fixated on your figure, admiring how beautiful you looked all fucked out and about to cum. Dizzy on the shockwaves running through your body, not knowing your own name anymore. Sunwoo was giving you something you’d never experienced before and deep within your dirtiest thoughts, you wished he’d do this again.  

Body shaking when you came for the second time, loudly whining and jerking your hips uncontrollably. Sunwoo hummed in approval, still giving kitten licks to help you ride out your high, making your teeth sink into the bottom lip in an attempt to silence your cries.  

He pulled away licking his lips that were glistening with your essence and stood up to lean over your breathless figure. “You taste so good, princess.” The naughtiest smile on his face. “Now suck. Taste how much you came, baby.” He whispered in a velvety voice placing his fingers in front of your mouth, coated in your juices.  

You wrapped your lips around his digits caressing them with your tongue and blushing at the close proximity and the way he was looking at you. With eyes closed you sucked on his fingers as if you were sucking his dick, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as the boy lightly grazes his other hand from your knee to your waist and squeezes it gently.

The sound of your phone ringing made you come back to your senses and pull away from Sunwoo’s hand. The screen showing your boyfriend’s name again, but you just kept on watching it ring, not wanting to pick up. Sunwoo then took this as an opportunity and grabbed your phone to answer it himself, you didn’t object.  

“Hey, man! I’m sorry, Y/N’s sleeping. — Yeah, yeah, I know it’s still early but she was tired — Oh no, she’s fine, don’t worry.” Sunwoo eyed you up and down with a smirk and licked his lips. You knew he was up to no good and just waited. “She just got tired after coming on my tongue, twice. Oh, and by the way, your girlfriend tastes amazing and looks gorgeous when she cums.”

[btsqualityy]

I’m so inspired by drabble day and your love for Mason and Kinsley (I love them as well) that I tried my hand at a long smut drabble. Hope you like Shay with everyone else

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The room was filled with the smell of inhabited, raunchy, and animalistic sex. Kinsley was bent almost off of the bed, in the most delicious position her husband could muster up. It was their anniversary and they were celebrating it in one of their most favorite ways.

 

They had been going at it since breakfast (since all four kids were with their grandparents for the long weekend) only taking a break when they ate or showered, which ended in more sex.

 

“Mase…” the she cried out, as she gripped her husband’s shoulders tightly, to the point that there were almost marks and blood drawn. “Harder…you’re not hitting my spot…” she moaned.

 

Mason smirked and pulled out, and full-force slammed back inside of Kinsley’s body, causing her to whimper.  “Not hitting it?” He asked, biting at his wife’s recently unblemished neck. “Want me to hit it more?”

 

“P-Please…” Kinsley mumbled, as her legs tighted around Mason’s waist. “More baby…” she was in need. “Tear your pussy up…”

“That right” Mason frowns. “This pussy is mine…”

 

Mason continued his speed, which cause the bed to creak, slamming against the wall. Suddenly, he pulled out of Kinsley, and pulled the sweaty girl on top of him.

 

“Ride me,” he demanded in a husky voice. “Fuck this dick!”

 

Kinsley tied up her hair, wiped her brow, and climbed on top of Mason, obediently. She placed her legs over his waist, and straddled the man with a smirk on her face. She took Mason’s lubricated dick in her hand, and slowly slid down on it. Mason groaned as he watched himself disappeared into the heat of his wife’s body.

“Fuck” Mason groaned at how tight she was. “You feel so good baby…”

 

“Ready?” Kinsley breathed lowly. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

 

Before Mason could grab the beautiful and enchanting hips that were sitting on top of him, kinsley began gridding and riding him. He placed her hands over Mason’s chest for support and looked down at her husband, drowning in those pleasure and love-filled brown eyes that stared back at her.

 

 The sight of Kinsley taking control excited Mason endlessly. Kinsley was fierce, and took no shit from no one. Mason loved it when that reflected on their sex life. With a growl, he flipped Kinsley over, and began fucking her within a inch of her life.

 

“I-I,” Kinsley panted. “It…was…shit…my turn.” Her words were barely understandable. “Fuck baby! You’re fucking me so…ugh…good oppa…”

 

Mason grunted, and slammed in and out of her until he felt the familiar tingle in his groin. Kinsley heard Mason’s deep baritone voice groan and knew he was close. She tightly clenched around the thick long cock that was visiting her body. Assaulting her insides.

 

“I’m going to come,” Mason breathed harshly as he panted into Kinsley’s neck. “I-I’m…”

 

Kinsley tried to clench thighter around her husband, but she wasn’t so sure anymore that she could take the control over his body. “Don’t you fucking dare, Kim Mason!” She moaned. “We’re coming together!”

 

“I love when you talk dirty,” Mason whispered in Kinsley’s ear. He lifted himself on his elbows as Kinsley rocked her hips up to meet Mason’s hard thrusts. “My sex-kitten. My princess”

 

Kinsley hand found her almost forgotten arousal, and she started rubbing it. She was close, and Mason was sweating more as he tried to last longer. “I need to come…babe…fuck!”

 

“A-Almost…” Kinsley breathed and curled her toes. “Mase...baby…almost...t-there.”

Mason couldn’t wait any longer, as he pushed his cock as deep into Kinsley as he could, which made his wife clench around him tightly.

Kinsley moaned at the sensation of the warm come. “Fuck….”

“Oh fuck! Yes!” He shouted. 

Mason came so hard inside Kinsley, that she could feel Mason’s dick twitch inside of her. He still rocked in and out of Kinsley with force, trying to make the other reach her orgasm.

“Mason!” Kinsley panted, as she finally came wetting the bed sheets, Mason’s pelvis and stomach. “Baby…Mase…”


Mason just loved how Kinsley’s pleasured screams chanted his name. Plus his cock was still in buried inside of Kinsley tight center, but he couldn’t move any more.

Mason had just finished the longest, most powerful orgasm he had ever had. The climax of his ecstasy lasted over 30 seconds and he didn’t have any energy left.

Kinsley looked up at her husband and kissed his forehead. Both of them laid on one another hot, sweaty, and panting. Kinsley slowed her breathing, and began kissing Mason’s neck again. Mason felt weak from the intense orgasm he had just had.

“I love you,” Kinsley whispered into Mason’s shoulder.


Mason kissed her on the lips. “I love you, too, princess.

Mason detangled himself from Kinsley laid next to her intertwining their fingers together before bring their hands up to his lips. He gave her hand a soft kiss.

“M-Mase?” Kinsley yawned.

Mason looked at his wife and smiled sleepily. “Yes, babe?”

“Hug me to sleep,” Kinsley requested with a smile on her face, making Mason’s heart stop once again. 

He just nodded and got closer to Kinsley. He put his arms around her waist and cuddled up to her before both fell comfortably and deeply asleep.

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Hope you liked it. I absolutely love this blog and all the things you have written. Have a wonderful weekend Shay and thank you so much for drabble day. I can’t wait to see what else you push out! 

Ahhh I loved this! It was the perfect mix of nasty and sweet lol 😭👏🏽🥵great job! 🥴and thank you for the kind words!

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Deliverance Chapter Three

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Summary: That time has come to sort through the artefacts that have been sent to earth with you, and Clark finds he is less and less impressed with how krypton was governed.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Fluff,Angst, A/B/O, Mating mentioned, Heats mentioned, Swearing

Wordcount: 14000+

A/N; so this chapter is mostly information and backstory. I rewrote kryptons history becuase... I wanted to? Yeah any way i hope you all enjoy even it it drags.

Taglist: in reblogs

The days that followed were strange, you had gotten used to earth and its strangeness. You were also spending as much time outside as you could, soaking up the sun rays and laying in the grass, sometimes walking through the fields. Martha even had you helping her with some flowerbeds 'weeding' humans were funny creatures. The white and pink flowers were acceptable but the little fluffy yellow ones and tiny blue ones were not? They were 'weeds' and had to be pulled from the ground. Martha had given you a strange look when you asked to keep them but got you a little trough all the same and helped you plant your weeds. They lived on your windowsill and you watered them every morning. Clark found it cute and even added some to it wanting to help.

You felt much better now and your breathing had settled. It was bliss residing with your alpha. You'd learned that he had a job as a reporter- a news writer. Those things weren't really mentioned at home which surprized you when you realised just how important they were and how much time it took up. And speaking of importance, you got your papers! Your official human documentation. A certificate of birth, because humans rewarded their young with paper on their birth you found it funny but your new family had been adamant you were given this reward for being birthed. You also got a number for social security recognition, a schooling achievement diploma? And a passport? So you could fly? Which didn't make much sense to you when you could do that anyway... Or would be able to once you were completely acclimatised to this planet. It had been Clark's friends- A bat who arranged it all, which was nice... If not odd you thought a bat was a winged mammal but perhaps there was a different bat hybrid you wasn't aware of. You were now unofficially, official in your human life.

When Clark was away you missed him, but didn't? Martha kept you busy, filling in the holes of your earthly education. You found her to be a sweet and funny woman, she was wholesome and kind. Never once shying away from you like you had expected. You lived with her for the moment a spare room in the farm house had been converted for you. For some reason she would not let you stay in the same room as your mate, she said it was a human thing. Not that, it stopped Clark from sneaking in at night and curling up in the bed with you soothing you and kissing you. He would always chuckle with you stating 'he wasn't human so its okay' whilst snuggling you sweetly scenting and murring at you until you fell asleep. You never felt safer then in the arms of your alpha, snuggling tight against him pressing kisses to his chest and rubbing your cheek on the curls that covered it, digging your nose into them and sniffing, breathing him in falling asleep.

Your bond was growing stronger and stronger as the days past, even if you only managed a few hours at night and in the morning with him. Clark had to explain some strange things, for some reason you were both to wear a ring? When humans found their mates they gave each other rings and wore them on the left ring fingers it meant they were mates? Married? Martha had been a little upset over it at first but Clark said it was best to do it this way, you could have your wedding later, for now he will wait. Martha had been persistent but in the end gave up, it was hard for her to face the reality that her son was not human and he was trying his best.

You were happier then you thought you'd be on a alien world, you'd acclimatised for the most part and found your own earthling way. Even if Martha and Clark found it strange you refused to eat anything brown or plain. Or meat.

The concept of eating animals was very disturbing for you. On krypton animals were not eaten, well not animals like on earth. Kryptonian's ate what earthlings would call insects, non sentient beings. But then again the insects here were... Tiny, surprizingly so. But Clark had taken it in his stride, if you didn't want to eat meat he wasn't going to force you... But he made you eat lots of what he called your 'leafy greens'... Which didn't make sense to you because many of the leafy greens should just be called greens because brocca-broccile- baby trees! Didn't have leaves neither did the little green balls! P's? You think he called them p's. Just when you began to loose hope for delicious sustenance he surprized you. Mangoes. You loved mangoes and grapes and apples! Fruit any fruit. Martha and your mate had taken you to a human grocery store and you'd been drawn to the fruit section.

You walked into the store clutching at Clark's arm terrified, it was the first time being out and mingling with other humans. Once inside you looked about seeing a few humans scattered about the isles and relaxed. A wave of smells hit your senses making you cough.

"Breath, breath through it love... That's it good girl, good omega. Now hold on to me or the cart and stay with ma and me" Clark said rubbing your back leading you behind Martha walking past some special buys. After a few short minuets you relaxed and released Clark looking watching as the other humans walked about some with children some teenagers and even a few alone. The children drew your attention. Boys. Real little boys. Flesh and blood male children in little hats and shorts- clothing with cartoon race cars on them. You froze looking in awe. Felt the stutter.

"love?" he asked feeling you halt and tense. He instantly looked up and was on alert every bone in his body itching to protect you. To destroy what had spooked his tiny mate. He looked around for the danger but there was none, just a mother and her sons further down the isle.

"Look... Boys, young boys" you uttered slowly looking to the children holding a brightly coloured packet up to what you presumed was his mother pleading for the packet. The woman smiled and nodded letting them throw the packet into the cart and they continued down the isle.

"Yes love. I forget you've never seen a young boy have you" he hummed wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing the top of your head. You melted into him and shook your head still watching as the humans rounded the corner at the end of the shop.

"what do you think?" Clark whispered sweetly, amused and struck by the way you'd reacted to such a simple sight. A mother and sons, he forgot you'd never seen a boy before. He had been the last one on krypton.

"They... He was beautiful." you uttered slowly blinking still registering the image of a real live breathing male child.

"Ours will be better~ perfectly formed kryptonians a whole swarm" he said making you feel light and carefree, the thought of a litter- a true litter of your own pups made you quiver in anticipation.

"You-you'll give me pups?" you said softly trembling from head to toe. Clark hadn't made any inclination to wanting pups or to take your bond any further then the sweet caresses and cuddles he'd been gifting you. You'd not once spoke of anything beyond getting you settled into human life. Clark grinned awkwardly and nodded, he wasn't used to children being called pups and such, he was still coming to terms with the? Miscommunication between worlds and terminology.

"I will try my hardest, sons and daughters" he chuckled squeezing you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your head nuzzling your hair watching as the family disappeared. His heart swelled. A family, a real family. Children of his own in your little belly, with out fear of them being too much for you to handle. He could relax knowing you could handle their tiny kicks and nudges. You could survive a pregnancy and birth him healthy full term children. He had so many niggling little fears over trying to create himself a family with a human. Humans were weak, fragile, but with you? With you he could be exactly what he was. A kryptonian. A god among men. It was refreshing having someone he could truly relax around.

"Promise?" Came the tiny voice, breathless and pleading, huge doe like eyes blinking at him hopefully glazed in tears. He could feel the tremors through your bond, like someone twanging an elastic band, the vibrations of relief and excitement reaching him, tugging and pulling. It was as if you had feared he wouldn't give you children. And finally he had confirmed it.

"I promise little omega, as soon as I'm able you will be round and heavy~" watching as your eye grew wide and you purred at him rubbing your cheek to his as he craned down to kiss you, then scented him under his jaw. With an adorable flush and melodious gasp you pulled back looking around worried someone would know you'd scented your alpha.

"shh remember humans don't understand, they don't know what you did sweet pea" he uttered trying to sooth you. You had explained that scenting was seen as very private. It was... Like mating- the prequel to meeting, scenting was strengthening your bond and extremely intimate. To be caught doing it out side? It was very frowned upon, on krypton you'd get less disapproval if he fucked you out in the open!

"do not call me a p.. They are wretched things!... Call me... Something yummy" you complained not yet being aware that a sweet pea was a flower... And he wasn't calling you and actual pea.

"I apologise... You can be my little cookie?" he chuckled slowly it wasn't that he was laughing at you but he found it endearing how straight forward you were. If you didn't like something you told him out right. It was a nice change, you didn't seem to understand the whole human political correctness and subtlety. Your reasoning with Clark was that you could both feel the others feelings through the bond, so what was the point in lying. That would just complicate things. And he couldn't argue with your logic.

"what is a cookie?" you asked tipping your head to the side curiously. He did burst out laughing at that and shook his head squeezing you tight. Tighter then any human could handle, but that was part of the beauty in your relationship. You wasn't human, wasn't breakable. He could fully relax and touch you without fear of harming you. You were impenetrable... Well in that sense anyway~

"Something very sweet and delicious I promise~" he said kissing your head once more and ushered you down the isle slowly trying to find his mother, but still let you look around. You were curious and wanted to explore your new home planet and he wont ruin your first venture.

"Clark? Clark come and help me- I cant reach the milk! Its at the back again!" Martha said quietly you smiled. It took a lot of coaxing but you had indeed tried what Clark had explained as 'cow juice' and had developed a taste for it. So Martha had promised you milk every day if you liked. Which you did like. A lot. Clark pressed another kiss to you and walked off towards the milk refrigerators expecting you to follow.

You made to follow but a sweet scent hit you and you stopped mid step. It was wonderful and ripe, sweet and succulent. You pivoted and followed without much thought. Your feet found there way twisting around the display of 'leafy greens' to a bright colourful isle. You salivated at the smells. There were so many intoxicating scents you didn't know what to look at first.

You pressed a hand on a small net package full of strange green fuzzy balls. Kiwi's? You read and scrunched your face up at the peculiar name. Then plucked the bag up and held it to your nose sniffing. They smelled divine, like a type of food from home. Okriin a small sour sweet treat given to children on their birthing date. You sniffed again and almost cried. It was so similar but so different sweeter and fuller in the scent. You cautiously sniffed again and closed your eyes before tentativly prodding it with your tongue wanting to see if it tasted the same.

"y/n? Y/n?!- oh god there you are? What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack" Clark said racing towards you his mother behind him with the cart. He slid to a stop and blinked at you. As you scrunched up your nose.

"The texture of these are... Not very nice?" you said naively moving for the fruit again sticking your tongue out once more trying to discern if it was edible like this. Clark moved quickly gasping holding your hands that had the.. Kiwi's in it.

"no, no.. No we- you don't eat them like that... You peel them and eat the inside, and we don't lick things in the shop okay?" he explained with a teasing to his voice. Martha chuckled into her chest she couldn't help it, you were extremely cute.

"But? Then how do you know if you like it if you don't taste?" You frowned as Martha stifled a laugh. But she quickly curbed herself when you looked serious and a little upset. You didn't find it funny food was serious and had always been rationed, you were allowed only the portion you needed to stay healthy back home. Nothing more unless you could grow it.

"You buy it and eat it at home, then we can come and get more" Clark said drawing your attention once more. Your frown deepened. More? You could come back? That didn't sound right... or fair, Martha normally made one trip a week on the same day... wasn't that her alotted time for food shopping? Or was it by choice?

"More? But isn't there rules on how many trips a household makes?" You asked genuinely confused looking from your mate to his mother then back again. They both looked a little shocked by the idea of not being allowed to get food when they needed to. Martha even looked sad, shaking her head looking down.

"No love, there isn't... is there on kry-back home?" Clark asked, he almost sounded offended by the thought of being told when you can and cant go shopping.

"Yes. We have fifteen minuets for every member of your house hold that your shopping for and an alotted time every two weeks to pick up your rations" you said without batting an eyelash. Clark drew a deep breath, he had to admit he didn't like what he was hearing about your shared home planet. He found himself more and more relieved you were here with him and not in that? Authoritarian place.

"Did you lick anything else?" He said trying to move away from the topic, he was trying to get you used to this planet and this was your first time out and about in town. He wanted to move on, to let you be free and explore... preferably with him beside you.

"...If I do can we take it home?" You said tipping your head to him with a cheek grin. He chuckled and rounded you placing an arm around your waist and pokeing under your ribs in a freshly discovered tickle spot making you giggle.

"Silly thing you don't have to lick things for us to buy them, I suppose you liked the smell huh?" He enquired nodding to the Kiwis still clutched protectively in your hands.

"Yes it.. Its like something from home- a treat we had on our birthing day..." you nodded looking down plucking at the bright orange netting that kept four of the fuzzy fruit together.

"Then we shall get two packets love" he said plucking another pack of kiwis and placing them in the cart, he then looked to you as you scanned the isle still indulging in the amazing mix of smells and colours.

"Pick out a few more things to try, the mangoes are nice and juicy I think you'd like them." He said motioning to the colourful sweet smelling displays.

"R-really I can pick some?" You asked nervously twiddling your fingers and pulling onto the sleeves of your top.

"Yes love we don't ration here you can pick a few things to try, just promise me you wont lick any of it... at least not until we get to the car"  he said grinning as you nodded enthusiastically looking around suddenly full of childish glee. God help him when you try some candy, he has the feeling you'll have a sweet tooth.

"I promise!" You said happily and ran off to some of the other fruit that smelt divine and quickly picked a few.

Once you got home you watched Clark and Martha make a small platter of fruit for you. And you'd fallen inlove! Mangoes and pears were your favourite,  you didn't like grapefruit and should have listened when they told you not to eat a lemon... lemons were for juicing and flavouring other food, not for eating.

You smiled as you mulled over the day, that was the first day you saw the civilisation of your new home. Humans were free and unorganised. Chaotic but at the same time had made their own way to navigate the chaos of their world and one another. They were very similar to your kind. But it was hard, frightening! Suddenly you could do what you wanted when you wanted. Krypton in its desperation had taken many choices away, even the basic ones. Like how much food you could have per household, how many times you could visit the shopping districts or medical bays. You had laws on how much water you used, who could go where and when. and suddenly all that structure- all those rules were gone. You were to do as you pleased?

It was a frightening concept.

You padded across the small space to the barn with tentative steps, quivering knees. Clark was behind you a few feet trying to give you space, yet at the same time he was pressing himself though the bond. Warm and comforting reassuring you. He had learned in the past week that he could send messages through the bond. Almost whispers it was weird you didn't hear anything but you could feel his words, feel his probing. His soul was apart of you and your soul apart of him now. And you could communicate in such a deep way it- you almost felt as if you were one being.

Today you had decided to go through the ships cargo hold and start removing some things up to your room. It had been something you put off but it was time to begin answering more questions, time to give our alpha his heirlooms and books. Your job now was to help him learn all about krypton and its past.

Clark darted forward opening the doors to the barn letting you and Martha in. You'd decided to let Martha help, she deserved it she was your surrogate mother now after all. Last week she'd started asking you to call her Ma too.

You moved towards the tarp covering the ship and pulled at it making the crinkling plastic fall the  inched forward pressing a hand to the door to the pod. You froze, flashes of the moment you'd been wrestled into the pod crossed your mind. The fear and agony of knowing you were going to be there end. Kill your parents. But it was to late, it had been too late then and it was too late now.

"Omega? Are you alright?" Clark said standing behind you curling one arm around your frame, the thick forearm resting over your tummy at your waist.

"Yes, its... The last time saw this was when" you trailed softly, you knew he could feel the fear and despair as you replayed those final moments with your family over and over. You hand been strong enough to hold on to your mother or father. You hadn't had enough grip to pull them into the ship with you, and your lack of strength cost them their lives.

Clark murred into your shoulder, his other hand stretching out smoothing his palm over yours pinning it you the surface of the door. He could taste the anxiety, the overwhelming frantic terror that had overcome you as your bond soured your memories haunted you. In the night you'd cry out for them and jolt awake sobbing your heart out. But you'd never spoke about what ha actually happened.

"D-do you want to talk about it?" He said quietly pressing his chest to your back needing to touch his sweet omega, the overwhelming drive to comfort you was almost painful.

"I don't think it would help... I shouldn't feel bad, its what i had been commissioned for. We all new our purpose" Clark paused. What? You had barely spoke about krypton, but from what you had mentioned he had a very... unimpressed view of it. The world sounded totalitarian and harsh everyone leading a hard life of duty. But he had never pushed you, he could tell you still mourned the planet despite its shortcomings.

"C-commissioned? Purpose? What do you mean?" Martha muttered moving closer to you both. She too was curious, her and Clark never thought they would have this chance, that they could learn everything about the planet of his birth or his race. But you were it. Their answers a living breathing kryptonian that had resided on krypton! You knew everything they wanted to know and probably more. They had been trying to hold back their questions it would seem that you may finally be up to answering them.

"Krypton is... Was like... North Korea? The one shut off from the world? But... stranger, its hard to explain without knowing our history we had our reasons and failures" you trailed off, you was unsure where to start, the troubled past of your race was woven into its present, well not present as today but... the final era of krypton. Everything leading up to the day you were shipped off from the planet. There were complications, twists and turns that you might not be able to explain properly.

"Please, I'd like to know" his voice was small and sweet, almost naïve in a sense. You got the feeling of a curious desperation from your bond. It made you grin, he was trying so hard to hold back for your sake, he truly was the perfect mate both considerate and loving, there was a gentleness about him that many alphas are said to have lacked. It must come from being raised on this planet, growing up around being so much weaker then he is that has moulded him to hold such a sweet sense of  nurturing. After all your mate was the golden son, a living breathing god on earth.

"I know... come I have books and artefacts in the cargo hold, I will give them to you and you can read" you said with a shy smile, you warm giddy feelings traveling along you bond making him murr once more managing to hit the all important melodious sound that was the unique soul song you'd both began naturally harmonizing. You stood and pulled from Clark and walking a small way down the ship. You pulled a hidden hatch open jerking a lever up and then pulled and twisted before releasing. You were quite impressed at how easily you'd done it. The suns rays had made you immensely strong already. Soon your be flying hopefully!

Clark hovered over you, making sure to stand in between the ship and his mother. A large gust of air and a whirring sound resounded and you stepped back. There were several clunk's and metallic creaks then the whole side of the craft pealed away like a set of curtains a thick corsetina of metal revealed a large cargo hold the three of you could just fit in.

There were shelves and cases piled high inside. All of krypton's most valuable artefacts, your whole history in the small stalagmite keys. Just like the one Clark had been sent to earth with. But these held information, schematics of incredible tech, medicines and encyclopaedia's. Not only about krypton but other planets and races that could cause a threat.

The there were the texts for your pups. The very same you had used to study as a child. You tip toed inside looking around feeling your heart break. This was all that was left of a whole civilization. A case of ceremonial robes, some crown jewels. Seeds for a few important plants- even a small rack with some mature plants that were being grown in a small self sustained pod. It was a true treasure trove.

"Wow this is? Incredible"

"Everything in here is... significant to our kind- here these are the books to start with they will tell you what krypton went through... a child's guide to our history" you said scooping up the books you'd studied and handed them to Clark. He moved slowly taking them from you running his fingers over the image on the book.

You walked off around a small shelf trying to find your chest- the things your parents had been allowed to pack for you. You had to find it and get over those emotional tugging in your chest. You had a lot to explain and had to have a clear head on your shoulders.

Martha stood close by the exit as she watched the two of you potter about the ship. It was both frightening and exhilarating for her. She was glad they had thought about all this, about giving both you and Clark things to remember krypton by. She moved to step behind Clark peeking at the book he was flicking through and was surprized to find she could read it. Everything was in perfect English.

"This is? Are they all in English?" She asked turning to you who was still wandering around becoming upset clearly looking for something in particular.

"Yes, they needed to make sure kal-clark would be able to read it" you said comeing around the other side of the shelves and stood beside them both. Clark turned around eyeing the book seeing what looked like propaganda filling the pages. It was disconcerting he was slowly becoming aware that krypton was not the magical place he had envisioned but a very draconian type of civilization. He didn't want to read pages of scripted drivel. He wanted the truth. He closed the book and eyed you then held to book out to you.

"I'd like to learn from you... if its not to much to ask love? These books will paint a rosey picture, I want to know the reality what people actually thought of our planet" he said still offering you the book. You held your breath debating for a moment, but finally breathed out a sigh and took the book from him. Agreeing.

You moved to the side of the ship and sat down letting your feet rest on the steps. Clark and Martha followed your lead taking seats beside you.

You kept quiet for a moment pondering over what was most important to start with. Your evolution. Then your genealogy, the great mistake and population crisis and the laziness that followed. The selfishness and finally his own story, the story of the golden sons escape and the new age. The final short 31 year age. And your delivery.

You opened the page showing some images of the first ever 'proper kryptonians' and held it open letting both Martha and Clark lean over to see. It was like a family story time.

"Okay... So kryptonians evolved just like humans did millions of years ago.  But unlike humans we kept more of our animal like instincts, we retained pack mentality" you said pointing out the different images of the evolution.

"Alpha and omega's?" Clark asked curiously as his eyes scanned the page. There was a list for each. Alpha were bigger and stronger, more dominant and protective, fierce and very potent. They were more economic and able to draw more power from little radiation. Omega petite, defensive, skittish and shy. Nurturing and extremely fertile. Submissive.

"Yes and betas they aren't an extreme like omega and alpha. They are more balanced but much less fertile. We have one mate, one soul bond once its made you cant deny it, but its also a problem." You flipped a few pages to the mate bond section where there were a few images of couples and some more little bullet points. Of which you covertly covered, they didn't need to know about sex or knots or heat yet... you would explain to Clark later... alone.

You flushed unable to stop your mind wandering. Images of you finally bonding with Clark, the undulating hips and breathy moans resounding in your ears. All leading to a great finale of his bite, his canines would prick your skin clamping down not only marking you but to hold you still as his cock swelled and pressed your walls tight trapping you to his huge frame. It was said to be painful and euphoric the feeling of absolute unity. Apparantly omegas can panic when their alpha knots them for the first time, the bite would make you freeze and still for him enough to fully penetrate you. He'd knot you for a long while tying you to him both mind body and soul as he saturated your insides claiming your body for himself.  You swallowed, nervously. You couldn't wait to finally be claimed, but you were also nervous. He was large even for an alpha and there was no doubt in your minds he was well proportioned.  

Clark noticed you begin to blush and squirm, your scent changing becoming both sweeter and musky he leant over you trying to peek at what you were hiding. He snuck a hand around behind you and tried pulling on your elbow to see what your were trying to hide.

"Oh no come on love what are you hiding there?" He teased and pulled tugging you closer making you whine and pull back.

"No that's nothing just its err our sex education and we don't need to go into that yet!" At the mention of sex Clark stiffened and released your elbow but remained wrapped around you.

"Oh right well then.. we know all about that so there no need to... explore that topic" Clark said flushing brightly but you paused... should you tell him?

"Well err you... you will have to there are.. some difference to having sex with... others then your mate, things are... different when your body knows it can impregnate its partner. So you need to err... I've got books for you to read in private" you flustered flicking your eyes quickly from Martha to your mate trying hard not to imagine him but ass naked stroking his cock readying himself to mount you. Clark didn't seem to realise you were becoming nervous and quickly spoke up slightly confused by the way you'd worded your statement. But then again he found a lot of the things you said strange. You wored things differently, and sometimes used the wrong words altogether! As much as krypton prepared you it sort of hadn't? Your English was good but... Not completely accurate.

"Different when you can impregnate? What's that supposed to mean, I've had sex... It was normal human sex" you whined and lowered your head feeling a little upset. Your mate almost sounded offended, like you'd undermined him or doubted his ability... You felt a little shamed over it, you hadn't intended to insult him. You turned to him your panic of displeasing him washed away your nerves of having the sex talk. You rested a hand on his thigh squeezing it before beginning  to explain that you wasn't belittling him it was just genetics.

"You cannot conceive with anyone other then your soul mate... It just doesn't happen. Is impossible, we were taught that its because your genes are only compatible with that of your mate, your other half. Pairings aren't always omega and alpha either, they can be anyone with anyone, but most alphas have an omega" you said trying not to go into detail but Clark merly blinked at you nodding wanting you to continue as he soaked up every word.

"And there are... Things that... Happen during sex with your soul mate, your err... Anatomy changes... And err expands? I suppose? Our bodies do what they must to... To try and... Conceive.." you finally stuttered through the images your mind conjured. Mind drifting to all the uncomfortable classes full of giggling girls and unamused teachers explaining knotting and ejaculation with a huge image of a penis on the board... You flushed word on the school playground used to be the size of a balled fist was the size of your mates knot. You swallowed eyeing Clarks hands, though not balled up he had then curled up loosely. You clenched, for some reason the thought of him being such a large male made you very ,very excited and anxious. The larger a male the more chance there was at having a successful mating because he would be deeper and nothing would escape. Fuck.

You shook your head swallowing dryly. Now was not the time, thoughts like that were dangerous and could trigger a heat, something you didn't want to happen until he was aware of what was to come. You wanted him to be fully aware of heats, ruts knotting the full process before in sighting anything. He was still immensely stringer than you, if he were to have you now and panic whislt knotting he could pull free and tear you. And you didn't want that.

"soo i get a... Super erection or something?" he said with a huge smile both teasing and boasting, sitting up straighter unknowingly posturing, preening like a little peacock as humans would say. You made to reply flushing a deeper red, beginning to feel a tad dizzy with all this blood rushing to your head. But luckily Martha interrupted and waved her hands making a slicing motion trying to literally cut the conversation short.

"Right okay! Enough of all that" she said managing to move your arms that were still covering the very crude generic drawings of an alphas cock, you moved letting the human turn the page which lead to the next stage of your peoples history.

"But Ma?!" Clark complained eyes loosing their amused shimmer only for him to pout at the human clearly upset that he wont be having a full sex talk with you. And you couldn't be more thankfull because you only had books and a school sex education to go by, you'd never actually seen a real one before, so didn't really have any grounds to be teaching anyone anything about them. Least of all your much older, more experiance alpha mate.

"But nothing Clark, she said she has a book so you can read the damn book! There will be no hanky panky anytime soon do you understand me?" she scolded in a final motherly tone making you giggle into your hand. Your alpha was very cute when he pouted, blue eyes wide and a perfect downturned frown on his lips, the pink bottom lip pressed forward in a sweet gesture. How the perfectly masculine sharp angular male could be both stunning and adorable was beyond you. But he was just perfect.

"Yes Ma" he sighed looking more and more disheartened but then nudged your side and sent you a wink before raising his brows suggestively. You squeaked and looked to the book in your lap once more feeling your ears go red under his provocative gaze. He huffed a quiet chuckle and purred low in his chest. You felt it the warm yet prickly sensation of your mate. Is was playfull, like when someone lightly ghosts a finger over your inner arm? A slight tickling sensation that made your skin goose bump and tingle. You knew this feeling well, you had been pleased to know your alpha wasn't all work and no play. He was actually a very fun loving man, he liked teasing you playfully and always managed to make you laugh or blush. He enjoyed you being both happy and flushed they seemed to be his favoured reactions and he would go out of his way to cause them.

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Martha had said he just seemed happier, younger like a little teenager again. But this time without all the angst. Like you had somehow drawn away the worries he had. Apparantly as he took the mantle of superman he had lost himself along the way. He wasn't cruel or mean but he was stressed. Martha had said he was beginning to question himself, ask if it was worth it, if anything was worth it anymore. He took on more and more responsibility and was working himself into the ground. But now he wasn't?

He had you to come home too, he had something more to fight for. She said Clark saw you as his reward in a sense. You were his future, the life he had always wanted but could never hope for. Martha said you'd saved him. You wasn't sure if you really believed her, how could you save him when all you have done is sleep and refuse to eat anything other then fruit.

"Clark you might be more convincing if you wiped that smirk off your face... I'm serious, let y/n settle before risking any children okay?" the woman deadpanned making him shrug and chuckle at her.

"Aw that's no fun I already promised. Didn't I sweetheart?" he teased still eyeing you managing to ignore his mothers scathing look as he tried to get you to look at him again. And like an idiot you did spare him a quick glance, well you thought it was quick but somehow he managed to wink at you again blowing you an over exaggerated kiss.

"Clark Joseph Kent!" Martha snipped quickly a much firmer warning in place making him sigh and roll his eyes at his mothers use of his full name. He could see her point but he had to admit he was a little put out with her.. His mother had an issue with your age, even though your twenty two in earth terms you still did look the part of a teen all be it a nineteen year old, but teen none the less. She was uncomfortable with the idea of him bedding you and wanted you both to wait. But Clark didn't have an issue with it, you were his omega. He was your alpha and neither you or he were humans. So why live your lives by human rules? Besides the paperwork was all set up. Legally your not a minor here you just look young, many women did.

"Yes, yes fine, no sex yet jeez" he acquiesced giving in for the moment not needing another lecture. As much as he loved his mother; and he truly did. But his sex life was none of her business and he will fuck you when you were ready and willing and there was nothing that will get in the way of that. Not even the woman who raised him.

"Glad to hear it son. Oh don't give me that look you know it makes sense... Now dear why don't you continue, both Clark and i would love to here about your history" Martha scolded then rolled her eyes at her supposed 'adult' son who was pouting. You smiled uneasy but nodded. You learned quickly that Martha ruled the roost, but it was still strange for you to watch. You'd been raised to see Kal as a god- a saviour and your races true hope. Watching the man you'd all but worshipped be scolded by a human was... confusing. But you just let it be, you were realising humans were much more complicated then you were lead to belive.

"yes of course..." you paused clearing your throat quickly looking at the open page then flipped it seeing the next images. The ships, and graph of births declining... the population crisis, the beginning of the mighty kryptonians demise.

"When our people began scouting the galaxy less and less found their soulmates because we were soo scattered and so pairings dropped and so did births which began effecting economy and age gap parings suffered because their mates werent being born. Suddenly things took a nose dive mates weren't being born families were suddenly being cut short and many bloodlines died off... Over sixty percent of noble houses were wiped out in three decades, suicides were on the rise there was no point to life if you couldn't be happy or have a family" you explained flipping another page letting the both of them get their fill. Both pages were full of house crests and a little information on what each one represented, what their houses did for krypton notable mentions and such.

You flipped again this time showing images of the amniotic chambers. Huge glass towers that grew 'artificial' kryptonians. It was a leap forward in science. They had learned to play god, create life without any comprises. Your own eyes scanned the image a small foetus in a sack and a few around it larger and more developed. It was how your own life began.

"We turned our attention to a amniotic chambers, scientists and doctors could suddenly make anyone children! Mates or not. There was a huge baby boom but, it did nothing for the planet or its people" you explained slowly even saying it sounded strange now that you were older, but then again you'd been taught that this had been wrong. This it was the mistake that had started krypton's downfall. You'd been raised in the old ways, with old values.

"Over time it was seen as primitive to actually seek out your mate and birth a child naturally even having sex became pointless. Why go through that pain when you could have one made and delivered to you when its born?"

"So they were farming babies?" Martha asked incredulously unable to fathom such a thing. It was far fetched, the idea to make fake children? To be able to have a child without carrying them or birthing them but they were your own flesh and blood?

"Yes Ma, but more then that... when we turned our back on natural birth and mates we lost a lot of ourselves and had to use a codex to give the new generations traits and keep some semblance of our race instincts... but even that became political all birthed children had to become more beneficial to society. Loyal, strong, intelligent, beautiful, compassionate, nurturing. And at the same time you could choose the look of your child, their sex, their presentation." You explained voice getting smaller as you spoke it was uncomfortable to talk about parents could determine everything about you. Your sex, pigmentation personality, hell your parents could choose specific moles and birthmarks of they wanted a late 'morphing' session a few weeks before you were born.

"Presentation?" Martha frowned not fully understanding. You nodded to her sparing a glance before quickly looking away. It was strange explaining anything that remotely eluded to pairings and mating with her. She was a human and didn't understand. You found it unnerving, everyone just knew these things back home.

She didn't understand it and sometimes it frustrated her making her snip at you and Clark. She didn't mean to but it was just hard for her to fathom a race evolving and still retain some animal primitive instincts. Humans didn't keep much of theirs, the only ones you were aware of was their self preservation- their undeniable need to stay alive for as long as possible apart from that? They had escaped everything else. The bottom line was humans didn't have soul mates and Kryptonians did, and no matter how much the woman wished Clark was a human, he wasn't and he never would be. Martha had been able to ignore it on a day to day basis. To all intents and purposes when Clark wasn't in his suit she could pretend he was normal. Until you came along.

Not that you think she didn't like you, because she loved you, you were sure of it. It was just, sometimes Martha had to look away as you and Clark bonded. She didn't see mates, she saw her adult son fawning over a love struck teen.

"Will they be alpha, beta, omega or a new non-type" you hummed quietly trying not to dwell on the subject not wanting to upset her. Martha drew in a deep breath and nodded to you soaking up the information. You could see she was trying, she wanted to understand it was difficult for her.

"So if I wanted a blue eyed blonde boy I just had to say?" She said veering off topic slightly wanting to move on swiftly but didn't want to out right say 'lets talk about something else'

"Sort off, eyes can only be dark. Blue, green, pink, grey and amber eyes were traits only found in true borns, these traits died out. Everyone had a dark brown or black eyes occasionally you could have a very dark blue or green but bearly noticeable"  you brushed over the topic as quickly as you could whislt still giving a few extra details. Clark grinned at you and made a passing comment of 'that's why my eyes fascinated you soo much?' Both he and Martha chuckled as the comment made you flush and nod slightly. It was true, you'd been enamoured with his eyes never having seen blue before... and they were soo blue it was like looking into the purest cleanest pools of water your ever seen! Gorgeous and vibrant. it had been a little ongoing tease of Clarks commenting that you were 'staring again' when ever he caught you gazeing at his azure crystal clear eyes.

"Krypton was quickly overpopulated and began draining our planets resources quicker, then they looked to the core... the beating heart of the planet" you said turning the page adamant you were not going to be caught up eyeing him again for the hundredth time today.

"And they drained it?" Clark said leaning mover your shoulder looking at the diagram of krypton that briefly explained how the core was depleted and what a calamity it was.

"Yes. It took a millennia but we bled our planet dry... It became a dry desolate place but had huge glistening cities! Technology you could only dream of! Krypton was the envy of many other planets, our military might alone ended wars in days..." Clark frowned. Military? So not only did krypton become a harsh dictatorship they had been going to war? Enough that they were a feared adversary?

You winced as Clarks face darkened at the mention of war. He didn't like fighting and killing but krypton? In its hay day was the front runner. Its military protected the planet but also dominated. It you wanted to win a war it was the kryptonians you wanted on your team, your soldiers were bred for war, just like the omegas were bred for breeding. Clark growled, eyes skimming the page that praised and boasted about the great many wars that they had won, the enemies they had crushed. You swallowed and flipped a few pages quickly skipping the small chapter on the military past.

You skimmed the next page quickly, there were no images on the next few pages. You paused remembering when you'd first worked studied this chapter. You'd been around eight years old, sitting in Mrs Nirn's class chewing your pen as you read ahead zoning out.

You had wanted to understand why things were so different from what your parents upbringing had been. You wanted to know why there were no little boys in your class, why were the lights off? Why couldn't you have a little sister like your father? Everytime you asked an adult they always vaguely mentioned 'things aren't how they were before' but no one had ever answered your follow up questions 'before what? What happened?'  And this was the chapter that explained everything, that shed light on your peoples recent history.

"Love? Mate are you okay?" Clark asked worriedly watching as you seemed to drift off into your own little world. You jumped and faced him as his warm palm met with your back, slow soothing circles rubbing your tense form slowly. You smiled uneasily and nodded to him before taking a deep breath. He had to know, it was your duty to teach him what happened. It was your place to enlighten him on his own importance, he had a right to know how he got to earth.

"W-We began racing towards calamity there was huge protests, people realised we were not going to last and there would be no escape. But the government decided to call a meeting over it- Jor El decided to plead the council to stop the mining but he was ignored the meeting was just for show a ruse to try and quell the masses... Then Lara began pleading with them to think of the consequences" you said quickly finding your voice again recounting the events that began his own story, the role his parents had played in the prolonged survival of the planet and that ultimately lead you to him.

"My parents?" He said slowly recognising their names once more. You nodded glancing to Martha, you didn't really want to keep bringing up your alphas birth parents in front of the woman you didn't want her to get upset or think she was any less significant. Lara may have birthed your mate. But Martha had raised him, shaped him into the glorious gentle and caring male that he was. Martha seemed to know you were worrying over upsetting her and smiled encouragingly before  placing a reassuring hand on your back below Clarks patting you sweetly.

"I'd like to know too dear, I want to know about the people who gave me my son" she cooed slowly making you bite your lip and take a deep breath muttering a meek 'okay if your sure' under your breath.

"They were strong and kind, serious though and realistic. They both avidly protested about the continued abuse of the planet and warned about the imminent destruction of krypton... it wasn't until to coup that anyone new why."

"Why? What was the reason?" Clark said eagerly paying you his full attention. He was both excited and anxious about learning of his actual parents, everything he thought about krypton seemed to be wrong. On a whole he'd convinced himself that his home planet was almost a mythical place that was good and pure perfect! But it was the complete opposite, he didn't want his fantasy of perfect parents to be shattered too. And there was always the fear he'd been abandoned simply because he was an unwanted child or defective in some way.

"She was pregnant with the first natural son of krypton. They didn't want you to be born just to die after a few weeks of life. You were born in your family home. No doctors or machinery, nothing but your mother and father." Clark let out a breath soaking in the information. Zod was right. Jor was telling the truth? He truly was the first natural born kryptonian? It was there in black and white! Not hear say! He didn't have much time to relish in the relief as you continued quickly.

"A few days after your birth Zod made his move to attack the council, his move was partly spurred on by the civil unrest and protests all over the planet." Another few pages were turned as you bypassed all the nitty gritty details of the coup and violence, the protests  and downfall of many proud houses dragged out of their homes, the riots and looting as the military began fighting internally and the police force all but abandoned their duty.

"My birthday?" Clark said lightly dragging his fingers over an image of himself. A still taken from the footage of his birth, he was in a small oval crib with a blanket over his waist and lower half. Beside him was Lara and Jor watching over him. And at the top of the page a date. Both in kryptonian and earths calendar.

"May? I was born in May? Ma look!" He said sniffing quietly looking at the page in awe. That was him, his parents! They were there! He gazed at the image excitedly, he never new his real birthdate, his parents had guessed but here it was. The exact date! His actual real birthday. He wasn't an Aries. He was a Taurus. He never believed in star signs but, somehow he felt better knowing.

"I see that son, you were perfect and so tiny~" she said slightly tearful herself. This was bittersweet, she had to listen and watch as her son, the boy she raised found out the truth of how he came to her. She didn't doubt he loved her but she was always frightened of him leaving her behind in a way, the terror of him forgetting her and choosing someone else replacing her was almost too much. But at the same time Martha owed a lot to the couple that had entrusted her with their son, she would be lying if she wasn't curious about them and the reason Clark was here.

"Your father in an effort to protect you entered the amniotic chamber and stole the codex. He was hunted for it but by the time anyone could intervene or arrest him it was to late. He had sealed the codex inside of his son. He was the final kryptonian so should be able to carry all traits." You explained turning the next page seeing the image of the chamber Jor ha infiltrated. The codex sitting proudly in place.

"He.. he risked his life? To save me?" Clark breathed out barely whispering the words as he leant forward clasping his hands together tightly. You faltered and looked to him shocked, he hadn't known? You all new that Kal was sent to earth with a stalagmite key with his fathers conscious, had Clark not managed to activate it? Here were ships all over this planet, kryptonians had tried to settle here but... For some reason they just couldn't seem to survive for long. No one knows why, connection was lost.

"He... Gave his life to save you. Zod was the one who caught onto your fathers plan and... He confronted him and your mother. Tried to kill you, your existence; the proof of a natural born was... it would have destroyed his cause... it would have proved him wrong" you uttered slowly unsure how you could tell him the truth without upsetting him, it was a delicate matter. Clark ushered you closer managing to tuck you under his arm holding you as close as he could to his side, then began murring out at you as he felt the nerves, the tangled feelings of fear , grief regret and sorrow. Each one coiling around the other making for an uncertain overbearing pull.

You didn't mean to but you were tugging the bond, looking for approval. Nervously searching for some inclination that he was alright. Prodding at him tentatively trying to peak at his feelings. But you were still uncertain of how to do it without being pushy? On krypton it was said to be unseemly to pry at your mate, normally things flowed freely to forcefully take a look deeper into your mate was... rude and could be construed as not trusting your mate.

Clark didn't know that though. Was it bad? Cruel of you to omit that little social detail so he wouldn't be annoyed at you for it? Was it manipulating? Clark hummed leaning his head ontop of yours, resting his cheek on your crown and placed a sweet kiss to your hair.

"I know... I- he told me on the ship when I found out about krypton... when he told me of mates" he said calmly. You released a low whine nodding to him purring up at him as your shoulders relaxed, slumping once more in relief. You'd been wound up over that. It wasn't like his father would be alive now anyway, but telling him of his families demise wasn't really something you took pleasure in.

"O-oh.. okay well then...err your father was a warrior and fought him, he gave your mother enough time for her to launch your ship. Zod finally over came your father but it was too late, you were almost out of the atmosphere." You swallowed steeling yourself as you continued your tale, recounting the incredible events that had taken place, changing history and the fate of your race.

"Zod instructed all his units to shoot you down, but your mother had used a incredibly illegal amount of resources to make sure your ship's boosters and armed defences were at peak and you made it out"

"So That's really how I left? During all that? I thought Jor had dramatized it... but he hadn't and.." Clark trailed off in thought. He was telling the truth he had been a little sceptical, he couldn't help it he had over thought it afterwards. Managing to think himself into doubting Jor's story picking at it, almost convincing himself the story was a little too convenient.

"It got worse, zod and his men were sent to the phantom zone and your mother was tried for treason. But everything stopped when the footage came through." Martha who had remained quiet listening to you patiently taking in the new information.

"Of what?"

"Clarks birth, it was the first time in centuries anyone had managed to naturally birth a son, a true born son. It was big news and that when the council began to listen, really listen" you shrugged unsure how to explain the magnitude of what Clarks birth actually meant. Unless you were a krypton native you just didn't get it. You  finally closed the book and held it in your lap eyeing both Clark and Martha.

"Then the laws changed krypton accepted its fate, it would die. But not without hope for its race to continue. And that's how we ended up as we were... the draconian backwards planet." You didn't go into detail, over the past few weeks you'd let things slip. Martha and Clark both shared a look. You were almost ashamed of your home. The differences between the totalitarian measures your people resorted to were frowned upon in this country. You felt stupid in a sense. You knew it was only natural to be slightly out of touch on this new home but? You just hadn't realised how much. The freedom and basic human right's you'd been denied! You were taught to belive in Kal. He was effectively used as propaganda, as a reward. If your good and obedient he will accept you. If not? Then you will fail both him and your race.  

"The council watched you used as much energy as it could spare to watch you grow. Then you presented! Alpha, just as we'd hoped. Overnight everything changed again, we had hope and direction. Children were commissioned once more females only, and only women that have a recessive omega gene were allowed to have a child..." you reiterated the fact that females were the only gender allowed to be created. It was the most important rule of your people in the end. Only a female omega could replenish a race.

"But couldn't you make them omega? You said you could choose things like that?" Martha asked frowning not following. You cursed and shook your head you knew you'd confuse them somehow by leaving something out. It was difficult trying to remember all the details about the last chaotic years of krypton.

"No, with the codex gone we couldn't control the genes as much, we could force the child to be female but that was about it. They tried but it was hard creating a definite omega no one could really tell until we presented many were betas or the non type there were very few of us. It was just pot luck." And it was pot luck, out of one hundred girls only fifteen to seventeen would be omega. If the percentage were over that in a generation then it was seen as a 'bumper crop'

"We were made and raised to be your omega. Every one of us was taught about earthling ways. Taught about how to birth and raise pups."

"You were raised to be my mate?" Clark said frowning. He found it strange. You bit your lip chewing on it. You debated on how much he really needed to know, because  honestly now you were here? And experienced earth first hand, now you'd met and spent time with your alpha. You understood how... creepy it would be? But then again if you lied he could realise you had when he reads more of the books here. You drew another breath releasing your lip from between your teeth and hissed quietly deciding it would be best to tell him.

"Yes. Our whole education was based on you and was meant to prepare us for life on earth. You have to understand, you were worshipped like a god. You had the abilities of our earliest ancestors." You began trying to dull down the in depth education you'd received about his upbringing and family. Yet still make him understand just how ingrained he was in your upbringing.

"You are? The epitome of the perfect kryptonian,  proof of how great we once were! Your the perfect male. Being your omega was-is the greatest honour any kryptonian could have. And the only way to survive, only Kal's omega would have the last of the cores power used on her to move her off planet. Her saftey was the most important thing" you explained finally petting him see just how incredibly precious he was. His eyes grew wide as he truly began to understand. This wasn't all talk, and you hadn't been joking when you called him the golden son god among men. That's what you all believed. He was worshipped. It was a sobering thought.

Clark tightened his hold of you hand trembling, palm a little sweaty against your hip. He made to speak but didn't seem to be able to find any words. He couldn't make a sound. It was too surreal for him. Some called him a god here, but he was able to just brush it off, ignore it as an exaggeration. But on krypton? They had meant it. Literally.

"So every girl was raised to... Become Clark's wife? To have children? That's it? No ambitions of your own just... grow up and have babies?" Martha uttered quietly but there was an underlying sadness, she seemed to be offended for you. Which you found peculiar, here the lines of gender were blurred. Krypton raised females to breed, then once they present they were taught other skills to be useful and pay their way.

"Yes. It was... Just how things were, we were taught how to raise children and what to expect with Kal... taught to cook and earthling ways to an extent mainly laws and language but mostly our education was about history and child rearing." You said of handedly trying not to incite anger from the woman. You knew it was hard for her to imagine your homeland. It was harsh and soo different from here. There were regimes like krypton on this planet but they were seen as hostiles and stood against everything this country stood for.

"How did they know? I mean with you? How did they know your were mine"  Clark said quickly managing to intercept what he believed to be a long rant from his mother. She had already made up her mind about krypton, she hadn't said it but she didn't need to her face said it all.

"Your mark apparently we share a mark which is unique to our bond and yours had activated. The council called all the omegas that had presented and searched for your mark. I was the one to have it. I was your mate" you said vaguely to be honest you didn't even understand it properly yet, it was one of the things you were hoping to find out looking through these books.

"And then after finding it they sent you here?" Clark uttered quietly. He was soo wrapped up in loving you, understanding these instincts and just basking in your presence. That he hadn't really stopped to think about the actual journey, surely it had been your choice? Especially when the cost was soo great. But there was a foreboding in your demeanour it left a heavy cold feeling in his gut.

"Yes. My parents- they had five minuets to say good bye and load me into the ship. The council didn't want to cause a panic and wait, I was wrestled into the ship by my father" you spoke weakly. You hadn't thought much about it, you had nightmares. But that was it, you tried avoiding it, blanking it out... not unlike the adults as you were growing up. In your head there was here and now on earth with your alpha and then before. Before became the codename for life on krypton. Before meant your parents, the rules, pain and fear! Before meant anxiety and death.

And now? Now was the time to let them know. Sure they understood the logistics. You were sent here to your mate. But they didn't know the actual story- the chain of events that lead to your arrival. And for the first time since getting here you needed to get it off your chest. Let it out and be done with this chapter finally let go of the fear and guilt you'd bottled up.

"I was terrified, and I fought but? Not hard enough I couldn't hold on to them either of them! The told me that they loved me and everything would be okay but it wasn't- I was about to kill them... I just" your bottom lip wobbled and your voice came out  strained, you fought to get the next words out. Clark murred and tried to comfort you, feeling the fear and anxiety. The guilt and devastation in your bond was... it sickened him feeling such sorrow. But it did no good, he tugged you up and sat you on his lap curling around you, holding you to his chest desperately wanting to sooth you. Ever ounce of him was trembling the need to cheer you up and tend to you was astounding.

But even through all that need and instinct, he knew he couldn't. You were mourning, not only you parents but your race, way of life, your home, your planet! It would be a heavy blow to anyone least of all his delicate young omega. He didn't speak, he didn't want to interrupt, you needed to get this out. He needed to know what happened so he could help you.

"Then my dad... He was the one to strap me i-in... he was the strongest there... the others couldn't have held me down long enough. The ship closed... locked and that was it I was off to earth." Silence reigned as your new family took in what you'd said. They hadn't realised how you'd come here... Clark thought you came willingly, happily boarded the ship to get here. He hadn't even considered your fear and the weight on your shoulders.

"I felt it. The planet die. All the teachers said that you'd be asleep before it happened but I wasn't. It was the loudest and most frightening thing I'd ever heard. It rocked the ship, then the debris... it was like a monsoon, a deafening rain storm of rocks the earth and foundation of krypton itself." Your took a deep breath leaning against Clark pressing your back into him twisting your head slightly resting on his shoulder trying to tuck your face into his neck. Seeking him as your only comfort. .

Clark was finding it heard to hear. He was ecstatic you were here, he didn't care the cost. Now he felt like a bastard. He couldn't imagine hearing and entire planet die. And entire race. You must have felt so scared and alone. He wasn't sure he could handle that type of trauma. Its one thing to be alone hoping you had a homeland. Knowing for certain? That was another thing entirely. Martha hummed watching as Clark got upset and scooted closer placing her hand on your knee while throwing her arm around Clarks back rubbing slowly.

"I p-panicked and tried to change direction, tried rerouting the ships pre-set destination... But it couldn't find krypton. The planet just? Wasn't there anymore, it was so surreal. Instead it continued on to earth, and the onboard computer said I was too panicked to travel at hyper speed so it put me to sleep... the next thing I remember is waking up here... it felt like minuets but had been six months." You ended. It didn't seem right, such a long historic tale ending with you walking up on an alien planet.

All those failures and mistakes rolling one after the other after the other. All the power hungry fools and scientific breakthroughs for nothing. In the end your race had come full circle. An alpha and his omega. Two intertwined souls. The very last paired kryptonians. It was almost ironic, for all the advances and medical wonders in the end nature triumphed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry that you had to face that alone... if I'd known I would have come and got you, I would have never let krypton die-" Clark started apologising holding you tighter dipping his head to yours resting his nose on your hair breathing you in swaying you sweetly.

"No. Krypton had to. We couldn't risk another Zod on your new planet. Your abilities in an evil power hungry kryptonian? It would have been chaos. We knew that we had to start fresh but cohabit a planet. Not rule it. That's why we needed kryptonians to be birthed here." You cut him off quickly. He didn't have to feel responsible,  krypton made their bed and they could lie in it. They strayed too far and had failed, destroyed themselves.

"Zod came. He tried to take over but I... I killed him, id found a ship and my father explained a few things to me, told me about my mate that would be sent to me I looked for you in zods men. But he laughed saying id never find you- the final straw that made me kill him was when he laughed saying you were dead." Clark hissed voice becoming dark as he remembered Zod. The cruelty the man had, the utter madness was something that ha7nted him. He feared that was the true nature of kryptonians, that one day he would become another Zod.

"You did the right thing. Zod was corrupt. The codex can sometimes corrupt a child and feed them too much. His loyalty and strength were... maddening. He was meant to be a soldier he wanted to be a dictator, even on krypton. That's what the coup was about. He was trying to overthrow a high ruling government" you said before slowly untangling yourself from your mate. He released you, hands still hovering as you stood and brushed yourself off. You sniffled and wiped your eyes before excusing yourself scaling the small steps of the ship. Clark made to follow you as you disappeared into the ship needing a few moments alone. Martha held him shaking her head understanding you needed a little breathing room.

You couldn't help it, the feelings came back, the terror and anxiety panic and self loathing. It was nauseating, you'd not really managed to come to terms with the deaths of your family, deaths that you caused. You'd managed to ignore it? Being in a completely new environment you'd almost convinced yourself you were on a trip, a holiday and that your parents were at home safe and sound. It probably wasn't healthy but its what had managed to get you through all this. But saying it outloud? Recounting it had brought everything to life.

You huffed rubbing your eyes as they teared up, seeing all this in here was hitting home. The priceless artefacts and wealth of knowledge surrounding you only solidifying the fact krypton was gone. That it was your duty to keep all this heritage alive. Your job to birth a race and find a way to integrate into this alien world. It was a terrifying prospect, soo much responsibility for a single young female. And you had to bare it alone along side the guilt of being your planets demise.

You quickly wiped at your face sniffling as you felt Clarks approach. Ducking down you looked into the satchel that you recognised as your fathers old pack. You jumped as Clark crouched behind you pressing two heavy hands on your shoulders massaging them before dragging you back to him. You sighed hanging your head as he plastered you to his front,  strong arms slowly winding around your waist.

"Its not your fault, you couldn't have saved them." He said softly pressing a chaste kiss to your neck breathing you in, scenting you. It was something else that was strange at first but Clark had mastered quickly. He noticed that if he gave in to some of these... instincts he could calm you down. Scenting you, coupled with touching you coddling and holding you close seemed to be the most effective way to sooth you when things began to get too much. When you got overwhelmed, but he held back in front of his mother. She was still uneasy about the age difference.

"I could have fought harder-" you whined feeling yourself tremble, the severity of what happened the reality of it crushing you. You began huffing, taking deeper breaths holding them trying to fight the fear and sobs. You couldn't afford this self pity you had a job. A duty to your people and you cant fail! You wont because then it was for nothing-

"Omega." Clarks voice grunted, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was strange, he sounded firm and stern. A real alpha reprimanding, commanding you. You shivered. It was both frightening and sexy. Perfect. You peered back at him, a few tears escaping followed by a single mewl as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

"Nothing you said would have stopped them. Nothing. From everything you've told me, the one thing that stands out is krypton did as it pleased. A tiny thing like you never would have stood a chance" he cooed down at you somehow maintaining his authority but in a gentler way. The light growl almost soothed you, it sounded like his murr but deeper and had more conviction.

"I... I know but it... It wasn't meant to be me. Wasn't meant to happen, they always said it was the end but?" You tried to get out the feelings but for some reason you couldn't put words to them. It came in waves, as ecstatic as you were to be here with your mate, relish in the presence of your incredible alpha. You also wanted your parents, your home and all the things you'd been brought up with. You were selfish, you'd wanted it all.

"No one ever really believes a world can end love" he breathed out slowly. Still pressing close to you sniffing and kissing at you, tucking his hands below your tshirt rubbing the warm palms on your flat tummy making you relax.

"So what's this then?" Clark said motioning to the satchel you were fiddling with. You cast a glance to him and smiled sadly.

"My dads... they were allowed to pack things before we got tested... just incase and...They didn't have long to gather things- god I hope there's a photo! And my-" you were cut off as he chuckled and moved closer hooking a finger around the opening tugging it lightly.

"Jurashnir stuffie?" He said making you flush and gape. You were surprised he even remembered. But it warmed your heart that he did remember such a small detail, a passing comment really. It showed he really did listen and take in what you said, even if it was silly anxious prattle.

"Yes that" you hummed face glowing in a sweet blush. And began pulling the bag open fully digging you hand inside.

"I hope she packed it too" Clark chuckled holding the bag open wider so you could see more of the things inside. You already recognized some things, your mothers perfume she used on the rarest of occasions. Your fathers military id pin some clothing and jewellery that they treasured the hair ornaments your mother wore on their ceremonial binding. Then there was the all important photo, you closed your eyes glimpsing the image. No, it was too soon for that, you couldn't look at their smiling faces yet, not after killing them.

Then you felt it. Your stuffie the one that had been with you since you were brought home as a new babe. You yanked it out eyes watering as you pulled out the toy. Clark eyed it with a smile, it was like a chinchilla small round and cute, huge eyes and adorable. You held it close overwhelmed by it, which was stupid, it was a bloody toy, but brought so much comfort. You nuzzled it, rubbing the tiny ear between your fingers like you had thousands of times before.

"I- sorry it..." you breathed out quickly pulling the toy to your lap twiddling the fur on it humming. Your cheeks glowed feeling embarrassed from being so childish, getting so caught up in having your treasured toy with you.

"No. Don't apologise" your alpha was quick to argue with a wide grin eyeing the toy himself with a relieved expression.

"I'm glad you have something from home to comfort you" and he did. He wanted to help make you more at home here, and if a little stuffie did that he wont complain. It will have pride of place on the bed both here and when you finally return to Metropolis with him.

You smiled slowly bringing to toy to your chest clutching it close with one hand almost afraid of releasing it now you'd been reunited. You handt realised just how much it meant to you until you face not having him. Your other hand felt around inside the bag and come across a small book. You frowned and pulled it out then flushed seeing what it was. Who had popped that in your bag?! Surely not your parents, there must be a mistake.

You flipped it open and froze seeing your fathers broken English scribbled on the inner cover. A note to Kal.

'This help read. Kal be happy with mate, love her make family' you drew a deep breath and smiled nodding understanding what he meant. Be happy with each other, become a family.

"Ah and Clark... here this is our erm... my dad left this to you mating book... it has everything you need to know about... that" you uttered handing him the book. He froze not expecting to have anything from your parents. He looked over the words and smiled. It was your fathers blessing something he thought he'd go without. Before you could stop him he was flicking through the book scanning the pages and flushing slightly before laughing boisterously drawing his mother into the ship finally giving into her curiosity.

"Well I'll be damned you actually gave me a guide book for sex! Does it have pictures?~" he smirked closing the book and levelling you with a playful stare. You shrunk back squeezing the stuffie in your arms feeling embarrassed pursing  your lips cutely.

"Oh god I don't err? Look just read it okay! Alone!" You growled at him as he still laughed finding it amusing just how flustered you got. He winked at you before quirking a brow at you then peered at the book once more.

"Oh so it does have pictures! Hmm? Must be my lucky day being given free porn"  he exclaimed teasing you happy that you'd seemed to cheer up, even if you were now a little sheepish.

"I-its not porn! Its realistic sex education!" You said flapping at him well aware of the critical look Martha was casting you both.

"Well sweet heart trust me when I say I don't need much tutoring... actually I do... I need lots! But I'm better at practical~ perhaps you could squeeze in a little one on one session?" He purred leaning closer pushing his chest against you humming biting his lip nuzzling you. You shuddered and stuttered tripping over your words. It was at that moment Martha jumped into action.

"OKAY! Right that's enough lessons for one day Casanova, we can leave that conversation there" she huffed standing behind him placing her hands on her hips taking a stern stance.

"What? But ma i was just about-"

"Oh i know very well what you were just about to do son! Behave. And be glad she gave you a raunchy book." The human countered none to impressed with the way Clark seemed to be turning into a cheeky horndog.

"Its just sex education... not raunchy" you muttered quietly hanging your head with a sigh still glowing brightly at the fact everyone seemed to think you'd given him porn.

"I believe you sweety... Come on Clark lets get a move on, we will sort one shelf today then we can relax in the garden" she assured you before ordering Clark nudging him with a foot making him pout.

"But ma?" He whined suddenly transforming from eager alpha to leading child that made you giggle. He really was cute, cuter then you'd thought he'd be.

"No buts. You want to take this stuff to your little club house today don't you?" She snipped prodding him harder with her foot with a smirk.

"Fortress Ma. Its a fortress" Clark huffed rolling his eyes sending you a wink only to yip as Martha toe punched him a little harder in warning.

"Mm hmm call it what you want, when a son builds himself a hidden little mancave and only lets certain friends in, its a clubhouse. No matter how big or high-tech it is" she drolled making you chuckled at the two. It was nice having the motherly woman around even if she was struggling with the new situation you and her son were in.

"Its not a... whatever, come on you lets sort through this shelf first" Clark finally caved and stood helping you up deciding to pick his battles... he had to keep his mother sweet if he was going to convince her that you could move in with him, be it his room here or his appartment in Metropolis.

[bokutobaes]

I loved the bad day hc it was so gooood🥺 can I get a hc (w the same boys👀) of ur first night over their house?? Bet Atsumu snores like a freight train lmao😭😭😭

first night at the inarizaki boys house :p

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☆- with: suna, atsumu, kita

☆- no warnings!

☆- a/n: this request was soo cute i had so much fun writing this🥺thank u for requesting i really hope you like it <33 and im so happy u enjoyed the bad day headcanons

authors: lu and sen <3

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☆- suna:

-you were in fact enjoying a nice saturday in your room, pixie lights strung, your favourite show playing and you in a warm fuzzy blanket. it was bliss

-until.. the vibration of your phone shook you from the scene you were watching, and who else would call you on a saturday at 1am

-“hello?”

-“hey”

-“uh whats up”

-“wanna come over.. to sleep”

-“suna- it’s one o clock in the morning”

-“so?”

-“so why would i-”

-“i miss you..”

-your heart just exploded from the fact he just said that

-“say no more okay i’ll be there in 10”

-“okay :)” you could hear suna’s smirk from his voice

-you’d snuck out before in your first year of high school just to hangout with some friends so you knew the basics

-you left a note to your parent(s) saying that you went to a friends house early in the morning because she had a boyfriend emergency

-the things u do for suna🙄

-the way to sunas wasn’t long, he only lived a few streets away so you packed a bag, threw on your comfiest cutest sweats and headed on down

-when you got there suna was already at the door leaning against the frame with his hands stuffed in his black hoodie

-“hi”

-“hi.” he hugged you, “come on it’s cold out” then he grabbed your wrist and with a finger on his lips telling u to tip toe and whisper you headed to his bedroom

-now, you’d definitely been to sunas bedroom before to hangout after school and study and whatnot

-but it now dawned on you that you’ve never stayed the night

-heat rushed to your cheeks

-“so where am I gonna sleep”

-“here?” he said

-“where?”

-“in my bed. you’re sleeping in my bed.”

-“suit yourself, but I kick people in my sleep”

-he scoffed, “and I’ll kick you back tf”

-you guys hopped in the bed and just immediately went on your phones

-but you were in one of those close ass positions where you could see what was on eachothers screens

-so you exchanged tik toks and tweets

-the night was filled with you both trying so hard not to laugh out loud

-you guys rambled on for a long time after seeing a post about astrology

-“i don’t get it.. your saying i’ll be in a bad mood on the 5th of next month because mercury is in gatorade.?”

-did he really just disrespect retrograde like that

-once it was getting really late your eyes started feeling heavy

-you switched your phone off and snuggled deeper into suna’s chest

-you were basically hugging eachother

-suna yawned

-“goodnight y/n”

-“goodnight rin”

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☆- atsumu:

-you were already at atsumu’s house, you’d walked there together after school to spend the friday together

-currently you were in osamu’s room with the twins playing “winning eleven”

-why they were so obsessed with this game? you do not know

-but right now you were being betrayed by atsumu

-he told you he’d “go easy on you” since you’ve never played before

-then just abandoned that idea

-“atsumu wtf your not even going a smidge easy on me”

-“hey it’s not my fault yer skills are lacking baby”

-ur about to punch him

-“ok then here” you hand your remote to osamu and cross ur arms scooching away from atsumu

-“wait heyyy hey don’t be like that I was joking” he paused the game

-osamu was literally on his phone at this point

-he smushed your cheeks and you rolled your eyes

-“what time even is it?”

-“10:43” osamu drawled

-“omg it’s late i have to go soon”

-atsumu got up and told you to come his room so you waved to osamu and headed out

-“stay the night”

-“really?”

-“yes really please i don’t want you to leave yet”

-🥺🥺🥺

-“awww tsumu”

-“SHUTUP! are you gonna stay”

-“yes I’ll stay” <3

-he took your face in his hands and kissed you all over

-you shot your parent a text saying you were sleeping at your friends house and then sat on the bed where atsumu was already sprawled out watching something on his phone

-“i don’t have a toothbrush”

-“there’s an extra in the bathroom babe”

-“i don’t have clothes”

-he looked at you

-“i have clothes”

-“aww are you gonna give me your hoo-“

-“nvm go home now”

-LOL

-it was already almost midnight after you had watched some movies on his bed

-you guys got up and brushed ur teeth together

-“next time you’re gonna sleep at my house instead and we’re gonna do face masks”

-you though about tsumu in a panda sheet mask and laughed to yourself

-when you were done washing your face he asked if he could put the moisturizer on for you

-so you sat up on the counter and he was being so gentle🥺 just looking at you

-your cheeks starting feeling hot and atsumu noticed

-“oh embarrassed now are we?” his stupid smirk plastered on his face

-“shutup tsumu” you looked down smiling

-it was half past 12 when you guys finally got in bed and you were honestly tired since it was the end of the week

-atsumu squeezed you tightly from behind and was playing with your hair

-it knocked you out

-“g’night baby”

-“goodnignt tsum”

-(you were not prepared for the snoring that came out of him at 2am but you loved him anyways)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆- kita:

-this sleepover with kita was actually planned by the two of you

-you wanted to spend time together outside of school and you thought this was a nice idea

-you came over a little before dinner and he was cooking when you got there

-“hi!” you said walking in through the kitchen door

-“hi love” he stopped stirring a pot on the stove and came over to hug you

-he kissed your forehead and asked how you are

-(like he didn’t ask you 1 hour again when you were texting)

-you ate dinner with kita and his grandma, she told stories about kita when he was younger embarrassing him but making you awww out loud

-after dinner you headed to his room, you’d put on something to watch but it ended up just being background noise in a conversation you were having

-“y/n.. did you wanna sleep in the spare bedroom? i want to make sure you’re comfortable”

-“its okay babe i don’t mind sleeping with you”

-so you both were on his bed just looking out the window together, now that it was later you’d switched from watching tv to sharing earphones and looking out the window at the stars

-a song came on, something soft and gentle playing through your ears

-“wanna dance?” kita said looking at you with a smile

-heart combusted

-“of course”

-you got up and he grabbed your hip, hand in hand you two just swayed slowly looking at eachother

-both your cheeks burned but you were so happy that you were here with him right now

-now you’d been dancing for a few minutes and your face was in the crook of his neck

-you were both starting to get a bit tired but then you remembered the face masks you’d brought in your bag

-“kita..! we should do face masks”

-“face masks?”

-“yep! i brought some. let’s go”

-leading him to the bathroom you started to put the sheet mask on him

-the fox imprint on the mask made you laugh being on kitas face

-you two looked so silly, a fox and a panda in pyjamas on a saturday night

-after taking a few photos the masks were done and you washed up for bed together

-it felt like taking a look into the future

-soo domestic

-sleep came really easy that night, you lay on kitas chest and rambled for a bit before you noticed he had fallen asleep

-poor bb probably tired from volleyball practice

-you fell asleep soon after right after kissing him on the cheek

[garbagevanfleet]

Brightest Blue (series)

PART THREE

Pairing: Josh & female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of alcohol Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: okay guys, you know the drill. Thank you to the best beta, @lantern-inthenight and to my moral support and idea’s girl, @myownparadise96

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To your pleasant surprise, you had a total of three classes with Kate. Biology, Philosophy, and Anatomy, and she made sure to sit close to you in every one of them. With the first day of classes behind you, you were able to breathe a sigh of relief. You had gone unnoticed by most, which you held as a comfort in the back of your head. 

When Wednesday rolled around, Josh walked you to school, a notebook tucked under his arm this time. You had prepared some coffee for the both of you, and you had had two days to get into the swing of packing lunches - nothing too extravagant, but enough to get you through the day. 

When you reached the atrium, you parted ways, agreeing to meet up at noon again, same spot. 

Kate was waiting for you when you sat down at your lab table. You smiled at her as she stretched her arms behind her head, seemingly trying to wake herself up. 

“I’m not used to these early ass classes,” she said.  “I’ve been waking up at noon all summer long.”

You glanced down at your drink and slid the thermos across the slate tabletop. 

“You want some of my coffee? It’s my secret weapon.”

She laughed, wiping at her eyes. “I’m not sure how much of a ‘secret’ coffee is,” she teased, but took it from your grasp and popped the top. Her hair, tucked behind her ear, came to a sharp point by her chin and the dark color accentuated the movement of her throat as she sipped it down. 

“Maybe it would also help if you ate something for breakfast,” you suggested.

She licked her lips absently, seemingly working through the logistics in her head. “Yeah, I’m sure it would, but that would mean I’d have to wake up more than five minutes before I need to be out the door.”

The shrill sound of the bell swallowed your laugh.

-

Lunch came around just when you needed it to the most. Your English professor had thrown you the ultimate curveball, telling you - just three days in - that you’d need to prepare and present a piece on a book you hadn’t read yet. But reading a novel in a matter of days wasn’t the part that got you; it was the part where you’d have to stand in front of thirty people you didn’t know and talk about it at length. 

So, by the time you spotted Josh sitting on the railing by the stairs of the atrium, you were ready to breathe an audible sigh of relief. 

He looked perfectly comfortable - even happy - in a group of six other people, all standing around him in a crescent shape. They seemed to be having a lively conversation, reacting to him like the tide to the moon. One or two words and he had them all grinning. You waited patiently across the room, and a beat later, his eyes landed on you. As soon as he stood and excused himself, the other dispersed like he was the glue holding them there from the beginning. 

He greeted you with a honey-sweet smile, falling into pace with your steps as you headed out the doors. 

“How’s your day so far?” you asked, turning your head towards him to catch his answer. 

“It’s good,” he replied. “Nice to be back at it actually, even if my voice is a little rusty. How are you?”

“I’m fine-”

You went to continue, but he was sent forward an inch or two as someone punched the back of his arm from behind, knocking the breath from his lungs. You hadn’t been sure it wasn’t hostile until a guy wrapped his arm around Josh’s shoulder, pulling him into his side. 

Through a beaming grin, the man spoke. “Hey, dude! Where the hell have you been? I haven’t heard shit from you in forever!” 

You weren’t sure what to do other than to stand there awkwardly, thumbs hooked around the straps of your bag across your shoulders. When you realized the conversation would take longer than you cared to hang around for (also, you didn’t want to seem like you were eavesdropping), you made your way to a brick barrier across the grass and sat with your back against it. Josh shot you an apologetic smile, but you waved him off, pulling out your plastic baggies of food and laying them out next to you. Red grapes, string cheese, crackers, and carrot sticks - you counted it all off in your head. 

It took a couple of minutes before he could pull away, but he rushed to join you as soon as he could get the guy to stop talking for even a second.

“Hey, sorry,” he quickly muttered as he sat with his legs folded, one under the other. 

“No need to apologize,” you said, and meant it. “Here, I brought lunch.”

His eyes widened as he reached for the bag of grapes. “This is for me too? Wow, this is quite the spread.”

“Of course, it’s for you,” you said through a laugh, rolling your eyes at him. He laughed back, the sound coming out light and sunny. 

It was getting cooler. Even just in the couple of short weeks you’d been in Michigan, the weather was changing. You eyed him, dressed in a loose white t-shirt, and shivered out of sympathy. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his brows tipping up in concern. 

You shook your head and waved him off. “Nothing, just haven't acclimated yet.” 

He huffed a laugh, giving you a sympathetic look. “Well, you’d better hurry. Winter is coming,” he said dramatically through a grave expression. 

You rolled your eyes at him, popping a carrot stick into your mouth before you could say anything stupid.

-

After your lunch period was Philosophy. Josh had left you about fifteen minutes before you were due at class, explaining that he wanted enough time to set up for the next period. You think it was Theater for him, but you couldn’t be sure - he always talked a mile a minute, and often all you could do was nod and try your best to keep up.

Kate caught you in the hall, matching your pace quickly. 

“Hey,” she said, bumping her shoulder into yours lightly like you’d been friends for ages. “So. How was lunch?”

The question was innocent enough, but her tone paired with the glint in her eyes was not. You cocked your head at her, giving her a curious smile. 

“It was just fine; why do you ask?” 

She hummed and clutched her books tight to her chest. “I just. Couldn’t help but notice you cozying up to one of the Kiszka boys. What’s up with that?”

You snapped around to give her an alarmed look. “Who, Josh?” you asked, suddenly feeling like a complete moron for not realizing you’d never even asked his last name. 

“Yeah!” she agreed, giving you a smug look. “You know - curls, dimples, teeth so white you have to wear sunglasses to have a conversation with him.”

“Oh, he’s just my roommate,” you explained simply, but she looked unconvinced.

“Ah, really? Roommate and you also have a crush on him? That’s hot goss.”

You were turning the corner into the classroom then, but you paused just before you sat at your seat. You could feel your cheeks start to warm. 

“What? No,” you denied, setting your books on the tabletop, gently enough that they didn’t make a sound, and hanging your backpack from your chair. “No, he’s just a friend.”

She looked like she still didn’t believe you, but she didn’t say anything else. There were still a few moments before class started - your professor was busying himself at a file cabinet in the corner of the room, shuffling papers around hastily. You glanced over at her out of the corner of your eye, opening your mouth to speak a couple of times before you gained the courage to do so.

 “D-do you know anything about him?” you asked, just under normal speaking volume. 

She looked over at you with a grin, as if you even asking was like admitting that she was right - which she was not.

“Hmm, what could I say about him. He’s kind of the life of the party,” she started. “Loud, eccentric, confident. People seem to love being around him.”

All of that seemed to check out - that you already knew. “Does he party a lot?” you inquired. 

“He used to a lot more. I’ve hardly seen him at all this summer.”  

You frowned at nothing in particular, just a little offset by that. “Any reason why?” 

“I’m not sure,” she admitted after a beat. “He’s popular enough. Loads of people want to be around him, it seems.” 

You giggled to yourself at her dreamy tone. “If I didn’t know better, I’d guess that you have a crush on him.” 

She waved you off with a smile. “There is no denying that he’s cute, right? That much is obvious.”

You realized that she was waiting for you to answer after a second of silence. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I guess he’s a handsome guy.”

You wanted to ask more, but you weren’t sure what else to ask. You were going to try and continue the conversation after class, but it had run long, giving you just enough time to make it to Economics before being late. You opted to exchange numbers instead, handing your phone over to her and that’s how Kate ended up living in your contacts with a (self-appointed) bunny emoji next to her name. 

All the questions you had intended to ask her slipped from your head the second the next bell rang. 

-

Josh had sent you an apologetic text that you’d have to walk home alone, and he’d be done around six. The route back to the apartment was becoming familiar, and you were starting to enjoy Michigan. The freedom made you feel like a character in a teen movie and you took the time to relish it. 

You were just getting out of the shower when you heard the front door open. Your hair was still wrapped in a towel when you padded down the hall, already in your pajama pants despite it being only 6:30. Josh was on his tippy-toes, peering up into the cupboard above the sink that housed all the snacks but ultimately not finding what he was looking for.

“Hey, how was school?” you asked, watching as he pulled some leftovers out of the fridge. He popped the lid and smelled the container before setting them on the counter next to the microwave. 

“Good, I stayed late to start drawing up the outline for the musical. I’m going to have kids auditioning in two weeks, so I have to be ready.” 

He beamed every time he talked about the production, something he did often. You couldn’t help but smile back. 

“That’s so exciting,” you agreed, leaning over the open fridge door. “It’s all happening so fast.”

“You’re telling me! Did you eat yet?” 

You shook your head. “No, I haven’t,” you replied honestly.

“Okay, I’ll heat some for you too,” he said, not giving you a chance to respond. When dinner was finished, you sat down together in the living room, and it wasn’t thirty seconds later that he flicked his eyes up at you. 

“Hey, so. My friend is throwing this party tonight - 'supposed to be a real rager.”

“Oh, yeah?” You met his eyes. “Are you going to go?”

He nodded at you. “Yeah, could be fun. You wanna come?” 

You tried not to look too shocked, but you couldn’t help it. The look on your face made him breathe a laugh. 

“You’re inviting me?”

“Of course,” he said around a mouth full of mushroom ravioli like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You bit your bottom lip a moment, trying to buy a little time to process. “I’m not super good around a bunch of people. Also, I have a metric ton of homework to get through.” 

Even though he was good at hiding it, you could tell he was at least a little disappointed. 

“Rain check?” you asked hopefully, making his posture perk up a little.

“Yeah, of course,” he replied, nodding as the microwave timer sounded. 

“I have a presentation that I have to give on Monday and I’m not nervous about it at all.”

You laced your fingers together under your chin anxiously. 

He gave you an assuring smile. “You’re going to do great,” he promised, handing you a bowl and a fork. 

When he could tell that you still weren’t convinced, he spoke again. 

“If you’re really worried about it, you can present it to me first.” You flicked your eyes up at him, trying to gauge if he was just being polite, or if he actually meant it. You decided that the answer was the latter as you found no trace of insincerity. 

“That might help a lot actually,” you agreed, nodding your head. “I’ll let you know when it’s finished?” 

He smiled back at you in affirmation. 

+++

You had tried to work in the living room, but you kept finding yourself getting distracted. First, it was the dripping sound that the kitchen sink always made, but even when you were finally able to block that out, your eyes kept catching on the clock on the DVD player flashing 00:00 perpetually. You knew that had you been working on a subject you actually cared about, it would be a lot easier, but you were stuck working on math, so it was no use. After about half an hour, you dragged everything into your room and posted up on your bed, back against the headboard, and found instantly that being around your own belongings had helped. 

You put on some ambient music, letting it become background noise as you chipped away at your work, first finishing all your math worksheets, and then moving on to Chemistry. 

A frown set on your lips as you peered over your notes. You pulled your phone out and opened your message app.

In your first ever message to Kate, you said,

Hey, I’m a disaster human and I forgot to write down how far we need to read in Chemistry

You stood and made yourself a cup of coffee while you waited for her reply, and as you stirred the milk in, you heard your phone buzz. 

Kate     now

shit thanx for reminding me. I think it’s from pg 10 - 25. Think we’ll get quizzed on it or should i skip it? 

You flipped your book open to page ten and skimmed the first paragraph. When the topic seemed familiar, you shot her back,

I’m guessing we will honestly. But what’s more fun than Air Analysis?

Kate     now

Literally anything right?

You huffed a laugh and just messaged her back a smug-looking emoji. 

She was right. It was terribly boring. You tried as hard as you could to retain what you were reading, but by the time you got to page 25, you weren’t entirely sure you’d pass a quiz on the topic. 

You hadn’t realized how late it was getting until your stomach started growling. The clock on your nightstand read 9:45 pm.

Luckily, the kitchen cupboards were pretty full. You mulled it over for a moment before reaching for a box of pasta and a jar of red sauce. 

The water was almost at a boil when you heard the key slide into the lock on the front door. 

When it swung open, Josh landed his eyes on you and grinned. 

“What’s up?” he asked cheerily. 

You giggled at his obviously drunken state. “Not much. How was the party?”

Closing the door and locking it behind him, he replied, “Pretty fun. A little crazy.”

“Yeah?” you asked rhetorically through a smile. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded back at you, slinging his jacket over the back of the couch. 

“Well, you picked a great time then. Spaghetti?” 

He hummed, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge next to you. “Perfect.” 

It quiet for a moment as he watched you pour the pasta in and work the noodles until they were fully submerged. 

“How did you get home?” 

“Got a ride,” he assured with a warm look. “What did you get up to? Not just homework, I hope.”

“What else would I be doing?” you asked with a huff. 

He shrugged innocently at you, taking a swipe of sauce off the inside of the lid with his finger. You flicked your eyes over at him.

“I probably should make some friends,” you admitted, a teasing tone painting the words. 

As you went to grab the strainer out of the top cupboard, you felt a hand on your shoulder. It had taken you aback a bit; that was the first time Josh had ever touched you. You paused what you were doing to meet his eyes. 

He was giving you an honest looking smile. “I’m your friend,” he said, almost as an offering - like it wasn’t much more than a consolation prize. 

You smiled back at him, feeling suddenly very warm and happy. You weren’t sure what to say, so you just pressed your side against his and savored the moment. 

You weren’t sure if he’d remember it in the morning, but it didn’t really matter.

Author’s Note: What are we thinking? I get butterflies every time someone reblogs, likes, replies, or sends me an ask, so don’t be afraid to do that! As always, send me a message if you’d like to be added to the taglist, so you can know the second I update!

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-When We Are Alone- Draco malfoy x Female Reader

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    Request: Hi! Before anything, I just want to say your writing has been living rent free in my mind, like I'd literally just be washing the dishes and I'll smile like an idiot because I remember that one imagine hehe.

Can I request an imagine where Draco and Y/n are in a relationship, but they started off as friends in their friend group along with Pansy, Theo and Blaise. They like to keep it private but everybody knows they're together. But the thing is, reader is the one who isn't used to affection that's why she asked Draco to just act like normal friends when others are around which even reluctantly, he accepts.So when they're all alone, that's when they get lovey-dovey and the reader gets all blushy.

Anddddd this is optional--- if you want to make it angst. Sometimes Draco feels as if he's not important enough for her because she's so good at not showing her affections when with others so he tries to avoid her. Reader thought it was just normal because they're not always sweet and romantic. But one day, someone who kept flirting with her was trying to persuade her into a relationship and kept saying Draco and her didn't seem real at all but while they were talking they didn't know Draco was eavesdropping. He didn't want to meddle in yet because he's so curious to know what she thinks too BUT THEN THE READER LIKE CONFESSED ALL HER LOVE FOR DRACO TO THE GUY, SAYING THINGS LIKE YOU MAY NOT SEE ME ALWAYS CLINGING AROUND HIM BUT HE'S LIKE MY WHOLE WORLD or something hehe so like really fluffy after. Anyway, dear. It's alright if you reject this though hehe but thank you in advance and thank you for writing amazing stories. Ily 💖

    Kody: Not me googling when is it okay to say i love you. What am i? A ROBOT!

   House: Slytherin

   Possible Triggers/Warnings: cursing, cormac mclaggen, insecure Draco, blaise and theo being cute as hell. 

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   Six months ago

   as you sat on the sofa of the common room you felt a cold chill run through you. Even in the dungeons it was still cold. To be fair, you were only wearing a black tank top and a pair of mens boxers. There comfy, don’t judge. You had been waiting for your friends to wake up in the common room.

   the first two to come out were Blaise and Theo, holding hands, Theo was rubbing his eyes “Morning Y/n” Blaise smiles and you wave to him. Blaise sits on the loveseat and pulls Theo into in his lap who just lays his head on his chest and closes his eyes.

   you smile slightly at them. They were so cute together. You wonder what it was like being in a relationship. In all 17 years of your life you had never once been with somebody romantically. No one seemed to like you in that way. You longed for somebody to love and cherish you. What a childish dream now.

   “Sup bitches” and there was Pansy, she was wearing what looked liked Ginny’s Quidditch sweater. “Hey Pans” you say as she sits down on the floor in front of the sofa “Is Theo sleeping again?” Pansy says quite loudly, causing Blaise to hush her “Yes he is. So tone it down” he spoke

   Pansy held her hands up in surrender, choking back a laugh “Okay sorry. Anyway, Where’s Draco? He’s usually up first. Think he overslept?” she says, leaning back against the sofa you sat on. “Think? I know he overslept. I snuck into his room to get an extra pillow for Theo and he was still awake”

   Blaise laughs lightly, making Pansy’s eyes go wide “What time was it?” she asked. “three am in the morning” he replies. You look over at him and tilt your head “Did you ask why?” you ask. Blaise tenses up a bit before answering “Um- He just told me to shove off. You know Draco. He’s cranky when tired.”

   you nod slowly. Seemed like Draco enough. “Oh okay. I’m going to check up on him. Can one of you guys bring breakfast here?” you ask, climbing off the couch and stepping onto the cold floor. Pansy raises her hand and gives you a thumbs up “I’ll do it!- Oh shit sorry” she says and lowers her voice instantly.

   Blaise shoots her a glare as Theo stirs in his arms. You chuckle before walking out the common room and into the boys hall, leaving the three Slytherins alone. As Pansy watches you leave she turns to Blaise “’He told me to shove off’? Really? That’s the best you could up with?” 

   Blaise rolls his eyes as he waves his hand around “What was i supposed to say? Yeah Draco was up all night because he can’t stop thinking about you. Oh also everytime he sleeps he has dreams about you, cause that was the best option Pans” he huffs. Pansy groans before walking out the common room.

   back to you

   as you walked your mind wandered to Draco himself. You hoped he had been taking care of himself. He was your best friend and you wanted the best for him or maybe you told yourself that to convince yourself that you didn’t have a crush on him. You had been friends with Draco since you came to Hogwarts.

   feelings never really developed until last year and it’s like you finally saw him. The little things he did like grab your hand randomly or always fixing your hair became less platonic for you. A weird feeling would invade your stomach and your face would feel hot.

   it was strange because you had never felt this way about anyone. Especially Draco. You decided to not tell him in fear that he would reject you and it would break up your friend group. You liked him, but you loved your friends and you weren’t about to let some feelings ruin your  friendships.

   soon enough you were at Draco’s door. Please be wearing a shirt. Please be wearing a shirt. You knock twice and are surprised as the door pushes open. Had Blaise forgot to close it when he left Draco’s room the room the previous night? You slowly push the door open to see Draco laying in bed.

   as you walk in you close the door, being careful with your steps. You tip toe over to his bed, the wooden floor creaking under your feet every couple seconds. You didn’t want to be loud and wake him up in a rude manner. Finally reaching him, you place your hand on his shoulder and gently shake it.

   “Draco, it’s time to get up. We have breakfast out in the common room and-” Draco grabs your hand and pulls you into the bed. You fall on your back as Draco holds your arm above you head, hovering over you. Your face heated up like all the times before, feeling small under his gaze.

   as his grey eyes scanned over you he sighs deeply “What’re doing in here?” he asked, weirdly casual. “P- Pansy’s getting breakfast and i wanted to make sure you ate. Why did you throw me on your bed?” you fired back with a question of your own. “I was having a dream. Thought i was till in it when i woke up” he says, oddly casual again.

   you make an ‘O’ shape with your mouth and nod “Okay. What happened to cause this?” you gesture to the situation by tugging your hand in his firm grip. He seemed to tense at your question before his head dropped in what seemed like shame “I’m sorry for this” he spoke.

   okay, now you were extra confused. “Sorry for what-” then it happened. His cold lips crashed down onto yours in a swift motion leaving you frozen in shock. Oh Merlin. What do you do?! You like him right? and this means he might like you, right? So kiss him you fool!

   your mind finally stopped debating and you leaned into the kiss, trying to kiss him back. It was way more easy then you imagined. After a couple seconds more you both pulled away from the kiss. Both panting to get air into your lungs. After that makeout session you both talked, for hours. 

   Draco admitted his feelings for you and you did the same. Turns out you were wrong, it didn’t ruin your guys friendship in the slightest. Blaise, Theo, and Pansy thought it was adorable and were really happy for you both. It was a relief really that everything turned out well. You were Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend.

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   Present

   the day was slowly coming to an end as you and your friends ate dinner. You feel Draco’s hand on yours under the table and smile lightly. At least no one could see. You didn’t care much for public displays of affection. You didn’t even know how to act like a couple in public, really.

   you expressed these feelings with Draco and he agreed, not wanting you to be uncomfortable. So behind closed doors you two were the cutest you could be. “Well, i’m done. How ‘bout you Y/n” Draco turns his head to face you as you place the silver fork on the wooden table. “Yeah i’m finished”

   Draco gets up from his seat and holds out his hand for you to help you get up. You take his hand and he helps you out of your seat. You let go as you both begin to walk out the dining hall. “They both know that they left us right?” Pansy asked, watching the couple walk away.

   Theo chuckles as he takes a bite of a muffin he was eating “I think it’s cute that Draco just wants her all to himself” he coos, leaning his head on Blaises shoulder. Blaise nods in agreement with his boyfriend “I wonder what Y/n’s like behind closed doors considering she barely acts like his girlfriend”

   Theo wacks Blaise shoulder with a offended look “Hey! How she deals with her emotions is no ones business but her’s. Bad Blaise. No kisses” he pouts. Blaise just blinked mindlessly before grinning “Okay, fine. No kisses” he says, watching as Theo’s pout turned into a frown “No, wait. I want kisses”

    ☼-🐍-☼

   after walking out both you and Draco went into his dorm where you were now cuddling on his bed. “Hm. Your so warm” Draco hums as he digs his head into the crook of your neck. Your face heats up and you let out an embarrassed whine “Draco” you could practically feel his smirk.

   “darling don’t say my name that way” he speaks in a strained tone as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his voice. Draco was an immense tease. You couldn’t help but smile though. “I’m sorry” you push out your bottom lip in a pout.

   Draco removes his head from your neck to look at your face, smirk still on his face. “Don’t pout. I like the way you smile when we are alone.” he spoke, his hand reaching up to grace over your cheek and push a strand of hair away from your face. You crack a small smile and so does he “There it is”

   he leans in a pecks your lips gently “So beautiful” and he continues to whisper praises to you as he kisses each part of your face. Not even stopping once you began to laugh from the ticklish feeling. “Draco! stop!” you say through fits of laughter. You hear him chuckle evilly, which wasn’t good at all.

   after a couple minutes he stops “Tired?” he asked, hovering over you with a loving smile on his face. You nod slowly, your face a deep shade of pink. he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead “Want to sleep in my room tonight?” he asked, since you never had before.

   “I don’t mind” you spoke in a whisper. He smiled brightly as he lifts off his wand and with a wave the lights turn off. He shuffles around to grab the top of his black silk blanket and place it over the both of your bodies. You turn to lay on your side, facing the wall. A position you found comfortable.

   Draco lays behind her, also on his side. His chest was pressed against your back while his arm was wrapped around you. He presses one final kiss to your temple before closing his eyes, whispering a goodnight. It was the first time the both of you slept in the same bed and you liked it. 

    ☼-🐍-☼

   Two Weeks Later

   as much as Draco cared for you, his demons sometimes got the best of him. The nagging thought in the back of his head telling him he was nothing to you just became louder and louder. It didn’t help that you were perfect at not showing your feelings for him in public. 

   we all have our days where we let our demons control our thoughts and this was one of them for Draco. He woke up in a depressed and angered state and decided that seeing you today was just to much for him. So he planned to ignore you all day and hide away in his dorm after.

   for you it was just a normal day. Being romantic with Draco in public was just something that never happened, so when he purposely ignored you, you saw nothing strange about it. You did begin to question the almost dirty looks he gave you or when you went up to him to ask him something and he just walked away.

   in the middle of the day you were in potions class. What was strange was that when you walked in Draco wasn’t in his seat, which was next to you. Instead he was sitting next to Blaise, which also meant that you were going to have to partner up with Cormac Mclaggen. Ew. 

   once Snape gave you your assignment you collected the ingredients and made your way back to your desk. “Hi i’m Cormac by the way” the Gryffindor boy spoke. You look at him and smile politely “Y/n” you said before placing the moonstone into a mortar and pestle to ground it up.

   he looks at the various ingredients and smiles shyly “I wasn’t listening to Snape. What are we making again?” of course. “A draught of peace potion. Can you put in the syrup of hellebore for me?” you ask and he nos quickly before picking it up. He pours a few drops as instructed and begins to stir it.

   After the moonstone is crushed you pour it into the cauldron and he stirs that up as well “Wow, your like really good at potions” he spoke and you nod once “It’s just easy for me i guess” you shrug your shoulders. “Wow, smart and beautiful. Your quite a catch Y/n” he smirks lightly, which rubs you the wrong way

   you just give him a half smile before continuing to ground up porcupine quills and a unicorn horn. In the end. You got the best potion and were rewarded a small vile of a draught of peace. You were happy you passed, but were not please when Cormac wrapped his arm around you, but you pushed it off.

    ☼-🐍-☼

   after class you were walking outside to make your way to Hagrid’s hut to help care for buckbeak when you hear somebody shouting your name “Y/n!” you turn around and watch as Cormac runs up to you “Yes?” you say, stopping in your tracks. “I wanted you to have this” he says and reaches into his robe.

   Draco was walking outside to catch his breath. Seeing Cormac drool over you and you doing nothing about it was eating up outside and he needed some fresh air before he blew up and beat the living shit out of Cormac. That’s when he heard you and the Gryffindor and decided to listen in and watch behind a pillar. 

   Cormac pulls out the draught of peace and hands it to you. You smile kindly and take it from his hands “Thank you” he smiles back “So i was wondering. Would you like to go out with me sometimes?” he asked. Well shit. You sigh deeply and shake your head “I’m sorry, but i already have a boyfriend Cormac”

   his face drops “Who?” he asked in a slightly irritated voice, which catches you off guard. “Um Draco Malfoy?” you said, taking a step back. He clicks his tongue as a bitter laugh comes from his mouth “Draco Malfoy? You two may act like best friends, but not lovers”

   you took slight offense to that, but it was true. You didn’t like pda because you didn’t have the slightest clue on how to be a public couple. But screw this guy. “Excuse me? What i do with Draco in public is none of your concern Cormac” you go to storm off when he grabs your arm, forcing you back.

   “If your lying to play hard to get it worked. Why would Malfoy ever go out with someone who doesn’t even pay attention to him during the day” his smirk very prominent and very gross. You rip your arm away from him, causing him to stumble a bit.

   “You have no right to say that to me! Just because i am not hanging off of him every second of every day does not me i don’t cherish him! He’s everything to me and i don’t deserve him at all! and i just realized that he may leave me today or tomorrow or in a hour! and i can’t believe it took me this long to realize that i’m so hopelessly in love with him. Nonetheless, fuck you, you fucking pervert!”

   your words were laced with venom, leaving the Gryffindor shocked. You pulled your wand out and hold his against his neck “Never, ever touch me or i’ll end you. Understand me?” you whisper, your face close to his. His eyes widen in fear before nodding quickly. “Then go!” you shout.

   he falls back and you watch as he struggles to get up before running away. That’s why Draco had been ignoring you, because he doesn’t think you love him. Tears flowed down your face, sobs wracking throughout your body. You were going to lose him and it was all your fault. 

   you drop your wand to wipe your face from the overflowing of warm tears. As you go to drop to your knees so you could cry on the floor, arms wrap around your waist and in fear of it being Cormac you open your eyes to see Draco, crying? “Draco?” you choke out.

   he cracks a smile and nods “Yeah” he says and reaches up to wipe a tear running down your cheek. Your eyes widen in realization “You heard all of that didn’t you. Draco i’m so sorry-” he hushes you and pulls you into a hug “Don’t. I let my insecurities get the best of me. Hearing you say you love me was enough to bring me back to reality and that i’m going to murder Mclaggen”

   you laugh quietly and sniffle “I do love you and i want you to know that i’m going to show you more public affection from now on” you nod sternly. He pulls away from the hug, shaking his head “Love, you don’t have to do that” he says. You wave you head, shaking your head.

   “I want everyone to know that i’m yours and you are mine, because if a girl ever did that to you. I’d kill her” this time Draco laughs, a grin forming on his face “I think i’m a bad influence. You’re starting to sound like me” you smile and reach up to grab his face “I love you Draco” you speak.

   you lean your forehead against his watching his smile grow wider “I love you too Y/n. To the moon and back and i’ll never forget it again” he presses a kiss to your lips, one that you return quickly. It was passionate and slightly sloppy due to the emotions running high between both of you. 

   you reach behind his neck to tug at the platinum blond locks, a groan slipping past his lips. Draco pulls away, panting heavily “Holy shit you need to kiss me like that more often” he smiled widely. You chuckle and lean in to kiss him again, but he stops you “What?” you say, but he pecks your lips quickly. “I love you and we can continue this later in my dorm preferably, but i have Gryffindor to 'talk to’”

   your eyes widen as he lets go of you and pulls out his wand. He begins to walk back into the school. You lean down and collect your wand before running to catch up with him “Draco! You can not kill Cormac!” you shout and he smirks. “I’m just going to talk to him Y/n” he spoke.

   “With your wand!?”

    ☼-🐍-☼

   Kody: Cormac slander is the only slander i know. I hope you enjoyed this one, cause it was long. Anyways, peace!

[liliesoftherain]

Okay but chill s/o with the no biggie attitude was so cute like bakugo is rlly this dramatic lil boi who excepts ppl to do the most for his love n I’m here for it can I have a head canon for them or 2?

A/N: HECK YEA LET’S GET SOME CHILL LOVE IN BAKUGOU’S LIFE

Title: No Biggie P.2

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Part 1: Chill S/O

Bakugou Katsuki!:

First Date:

At first your classmates didn’t notice a difference between you two

You didn’t really act any different and neither did Bakugou

He was always a little nicer to you anyways

Considering you were best friends there was no reason to think any differently about it

You two weren’t trying to make it known,

However, you guys weren’t trying to hide it either

You two did the same things you normally did

Hung out together, studied together, trained together

Anything together, you name it

But Katsuki felt as if he wasn’t doing enough for you,

Or what he said was,

“WE GOTTA START DOING COUPLE SHIT, GOT IT!? BE FUCKING READY HOTSHIT!”

“You think I’m hot, Katsuki~?”

“HJBDVSDBVUVBFY MAYBE, SHUT UP-”

And so you two made a plan to spend the day together that weekend

And it honestly was the least stressful thing ever

You know how people get those first date jitters?

Nah, none of that here

Even though Katsuki knew that this was a big deal,

HE’S DATING HIS DREAM S/O WHY WOULDN’T IT BE

He knew you were the person he trusted the most,

So why would he be nervous?

If there was anything you did/didn’t want to do,

He knew you’d be vocal about it

In a non-condesending way

(Because baby boy cannot handle that rejection yo)

So the day came and he took you out,

And lo and behold he had the best time of his life

He didn’t do the usual,

‘Let’s eat at a fancy place and watch a movie’

Nah, this guy is a little wild,

Kinda crazy if anyone would ask you,

So you guys did a bunch of things most people would consider training,

He took you both to this park he knew

Beautiful area with trees and hiking trails,

And actually wanted to mountain climb with you,

“You ready to lose, Katsuki?”

“Let’s fucking go!”

At the top was this really pretty spot,

You totally thought this is the spot he wanted to show you,

“Nah, we gotta go farther, just hikin’ this time.”

You just shrugged,

Grabbing his hand with a lazy smirk,

“well then you gotta hold my hand.”

“WH-WHAT FOR!”

“It’s my prize for winning, duh.”

“I fucking won, what are you talking about!”

“Well, what do you want as a prize then?”

“…shut up.”

He squeezed your hand and started to drag you up

Took you on the scenic route all the way

Once at the top-top, he whipped out a nice little picnic lunch he made

You thought it was the sweetest thing

He made a bunch of your shared favorites

You guys talked about everything while you ate

Hero studies, class, plans after graduation

You had never felt more happy

And Katsuki swears he’s never seen you more stunning 

Especially that you have that favorite lazy smile of his on your face

You guys packed up after a while,

And you tapped him with your famous lazy smirk,

“Race you to the bottom, hotshot.”

He never ran so fast

You won,

But he “let” you, of course…

You two walked around the city for a while after you climbed down 

At one point you were caught rambling,

and when you looked at Katsuki your breath hitched in your throat at the look he was giving you

He was staring, a smile and serene smile on his face

It wasn’t anything over the top,

but it was a true smile

He noticed the dazed look in your eyes and couldn’t help the blush over his cheeks

So, if you’re asking

What was the perfect way to end this perfect date with your perfect man?

Well,

With a perfect kiss of course.

When Class 1-A Figures it out:

As stated,

Your classmates didn’t notice anything different at first

You two had just seemed,

Well normal

As normal as a nice Bakugou could be

But it all clicked for them during the last sports festival

You were watching from the stands along with the others,

Having gotten out during the first rounds of battle

But you were enjoying watching from the sidelines,

Getting to watch your mans move his way up the ranks just like his first year

Y’all don’t talk about second year…

But now you were watching the last match before the final two were to battle,

And Katsuki was going against a tough opponent

Tougher than you thought, seeing as they were keeping him on his toes

You knew he could handle himself,

It was never a big deal when anything would happen

If he lost a practice battle or spar you’d just give him a smile,

“No biggie Katsuki, we’ll kick ass even harder next time, yea?”

People would say it was a miracle how you could calm him down with something so simple

But you  knew it was because you were just telling him the truth

SUre, he didn’t win but next time?

Oh he’d kick ass.

He knew you weren’t messing with him and he appreciated you

He may give a fake frown and a playful eye-roll, but he’s always agree

That’s how you were with everything he did though,

You shrugged it off,

Even when girls or guys would try to flirt on him,

What reason was there to get upset?

You knew who you were, 

He knew who he was,

So what did it matter if someone thought something else?

But this time you felt a strange tightening in your chest as you watched this chick land punch after punch 

She must of had some type of strength enhancement quirk because holy hell

She was kicking ass.

You had winced,

WINCED,

When she punched him and you saw Katsuki get slammed back and skid across the cement

A few of your classmates saw how emotional your facial expressions were,

And they were a little nerved

If you were worried, 

Then what the hell was happening???

You weren’t worried per say but-

Ah, she was flirting with him now??

You watched how she blew a kiss as Katsuki stood up, 

Pushing her breast together as she fawned over how manly he was being

Yea, like that made sense.

“Wowie Katsuki-kun, you’re so amazing. I’d love to see some more!”

the way she eye-raped him made your chest tighten even more

“Some more huh!? I’ll show you some more”

The lick of his lips had something in your snap,

And you were out of your chair before you could even register what the hell you were doing

You’ve never felt this way,

A burning feeling in your chest as you saw green,

This wasn’t no biggie,

This felt like a big deal to you.

“OI KATSUKI!”

Your shout startled everyone,

You literally made Deku jump out of his seat at the gruff and barking tone,

you NEVER raised your voice,

even during training when you were calling for backup, medic supplies, or commands, 

It was always just loud enough,

to be heard and respected

But never like this!

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR!? AN INVITE LIKE THAT, KICK SOME ASS ALREADY AND PROVE HOW YOU’RE THE DAMN BEST!”

You were glaring harshly,

Gripping the railing tight as you did,

You saw your boyfriends attention immediately snap to you,

Like he swore his neck broke at how fast he looked at you,

mouth to the floor and eyes open wide,

who were you??

You didn’t bother to stare at his rare flustered face,

grinding your teeth as you looked at the girl instead

“AND YOU PUNK, KEEP THOSE EYES UP TOP YEA!? BETTER YET TO YOURSELF, OR I’LL COME DOWN THERE AND SHOW YOU, “SOME MORE” MYSELF, HAH! WANT TO FUCKING DIE? DIDN’T THINK SO.”

“Wh-what…”

“Has (y/n) ever talked like that?”

“Why are they talking like Kaachan??”

“Is (y/n)-chan jealous?”

“…There has to be a reason, kero.”

“(y/n)-san???? EMOTIONS??? Besides nonchalant? No way…”

After the battle,

That Katsuki pulled off like you knew he would,

They had a lot of questions…

You waved them off with a lazy shurg,

Your chill persona there as if it never left in the first place

“Idk what you guys are talkin’ about. You’re being pretty noisy though.”

You stood up and started to make your way out the seating area,

Just to see Katsuki sprinting towards you

You stared up at him with lazy eyes as he came to an abrupt halt,

Not even flinching when he almost crashed into you

“Yo, good match-”

He caught you off guard with a kiss.

It was rough, 

a little sloppy and frantic,

but damn if it wasn't romantic,

“what was that for?”

“You’re just the best, you know that?”

“If you say so?”

“WHAAAAAT!?”

The shocked sounds of your classmates pulled you both from your own little world,

You gave a lazy smile while watching Katsuki blow up on them all

But you saw that little blush along his cheeks,

Who knew Katsuki liked to be shown off?

Sure, you knew he wanted you to do the most for his love,

Or whatever he had called it,

But you didn’t realize just how much he needed it.

Needed someone to put him first,

To prove to him that he was worth it.

Right then you decided that no matter what,

You would do your best to prove to this boy he was the most.

That his life was the most valuable, most worthy thing you could ever hope to be apart of,

and that was no biggie,

Unlike Katsuki Bakugou,

Who was very much a big deal.

[izukuwus]

Floriography 2

first - next

A/N: so y’all probs saw my posts about this, but ‘Walks Through the Garden’ has been renamed to ‘Floriography’ moving forward! we start to see a lil bit more of the magic in this chapter. I’m still ironing out details for the magic system but I’m having fun with it <3 we also see a little bit less of the flower symbolism. unfortunately, there’s only so many flowers in the world and I don’t wanna repeat flowers a bunch. (also not every scene is like... conducive to starting and ending with flower meanings >.<) sorry if that’s a huge draw for this series! I do plan on keeping with the flower symbolism whenever I have a proper opportunity for it, though!

Summary: Izuku has a request of your parents. (prince!arranged fiancé!Izuku Midoriya x princess!Reader)

Warnings: uh none really? some mild shitty gender roles as expected of being a female in a monarchy, mildly shitty dads

Word count: 3300+

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Sweet peas thank the recipient for time spent together. White violets tell the recipient, "let's take a chance". Yellow water lilies signify a growing indifference, while a wilted flower carries the opposite meaning.

Your fiancé is two people in one body. You've learned this after just one dinner—there is Izuku, the prince, and then there is Izuku, your fiancé. The man you ate dinner with—Izuku, the prince—is distant, speaks in practiced words to fit into the mold he has been expected to grow into. Your fiancé Izuku is kind, almost meek. But he looks at you, sees you.

This much, at least, you can know from a single walk in the palace gardens together.

The morning after your meeting, you prepared a bouquet to be sent to him—sweet peas, white violets, and a single wilted water lily, just alive enough that you can see that it was yellow before it wilted. You'd arranged it by hand, carefully tying an iris around it before having it sent on to Izuku. You learned that same day that the date of your wedding was already set—at the end of the year, you'd be married.

Nine months until you no longer have a fiancé.

Nine months to, hopefully, fall in love with him, so that you can actually enjoy your own wedding.

Your fiancé is someone much more agreeable than you'd hoped, but still you find yourself wishing you were actually in love.

Not that he's making that hard. Every day in the month since your meeting, you've received a single flower and a handwritten note from the prince himself, each reading little things like "ignore the meaning of this one, I just thought it was pretty, so it suited you" and a short little blurb about how his day's gone. You've ended every day with a flower from him, and in the mornings, you send one back with your own short letter and ignore the amused looks your attendants share when they think you're too focused on composing a response or picking a flower to notice.

This morning is different, however. This morning, you magic off your response just after you've been dressed and prepared for the day and receive one immediately.

Sorry for the short notice, but do you think you could request an audience with your parents in my stead? I wish to see you again. My father has requested that you join me on my next trip through the countryside, so that you may learn your new kingdom before our marriage. If it's alright with you, I, too, would like for you to accompany me. Please let me know at your earliest convenience—I have the whole day. :) -Izuku

You smile, leaving your room with the note in hand. At breakfast, you set down your spoon and glance at your parents. "Mother? Father? Izuku has requested an audience with you, whenever it's convenient."

Your parents share knowing glances before your father turns back to you with a smile. "So you've been communicating with the young Prince."

"P-perhaps I have."

"That's good to hear. We'd love for him to visit properly, moreso than merely to have his audience and leave."

Your mother nods. "Invite him over for dinner!"

You blink slowly. "Oh, well, if that's the case, then I'll let him know once I've finished eating."

And you do—before you can be properly sat down for your morning tutoring session, you grab a piece of paper and write him back.

My parents said they'd be more pleased if you came over and spoke with them over dinner tonight. Is that okay?

Smiling to yourself, you doodle a little carnation at the bottom of the note. 

Note: it's not striped.

You receive your response in the form of a beautiful drawing of a better carnation. In the bottom corner, it reads:

This one's not striped, either. I'll see you around sunset. (It's not yellow, either, right? This one's red.) :)

Despite the fact that he's completely blown your little carnation doodle out of the water, you can't help but smile fondly, feeling the tiniest amount of heat rush to your cheeks.

Carnations, when solid in color, indicate acceptance or "yes" to an answered question. Yellow ones invoke disappointment or rejection, while striped carnations are a clear statement of refusal. Red carnations are used to tell the recipient: "my heart aches for you".

~

You shift anxiously. Sunset is soon and you're ready for dinner. You'd be lying if you said you weren't really interested in this proposal of his—to get out of the palace for a while, spend some time talking with your fiancé properly, maybe even away from prying eyes so you can talk to him when he's not posturing and trying to act all princely? Of course you're interested. You'd be a fool not to be!

Eventually, you cast aside nervously pacing around your chambers to get some fresh air in the garden. (You're explicitly not waiting for Izuku's arrival, and no one can prove otherwise.) Naturally, you're accompanied by your guard, who watches from afar, hand on the hilt of his sword in preparation for the slightest thing to go wrong.

To his credit, for a second you think that it does. One moment, you're leaned over the fountain, investigating your reflection in the water and toying with a loose lock of hair, and the next, runes swirl in the air in front of you, green and orange wisps that foretell a teleport about to arrive. The brief scent of peaches and lemongrass is quickly overpowered by the scent of ash and gunpowder that follows, but you have just enough time to recognize the first before it's drowned out.

Eijirou is quick to pull you back and away, sword at the ready in case of intruders, but you grab his arm with a frown, intending to tell him about the familiar scent before he tries to cut someone down, and more importantly, you should move them from the water before there's a teleport mishap.

"Eijirou, wait–"

"It's alright, your highness," he says firmly. "Please step back."

You bite your lip, watching with anxious eyes as the runes finally take proper shape, dropping from their swirls two familiar faces, who land directly into the fountain with a loud splash.

"Eijirou, stand down," you order quickly, willing yourself not to swear as you rush forward. Speaking of swearing, Izuku's knight ('Kacchan', you think he was called?) is doing an awful lot of that as he climbs out of the fountain and extends a hand to help Izuku up.

The minute both men are out of the water, you curtsy with a profuse apology and begin focusing your magic. After rigorous magic tutoring earlier today so you could finish early, you're a little bit close to being tapped out, but you should still have enough left to dry them off. 

You breathe in slowly as you lightly touch their arms. On an exhale, the excess water pulls away from both of their bodies and clothes. You struggle with the hair, but it's better not to pull all the water at once. Carefully, you will it back to the fountain, your runes dutifully carrying it away.

"You have my deepest apologies," you say quickly as you pop up on your toes to reach Izuku's hair and try to work out all the water with your magic. "I hadn't thought that you'd be using me as a teleport point, or I'd have not been standing so close to the fountain! In just a moment longer I'll have you cleaned up, so please hold still."

Izuku is silent as your fingertips brush his scalp, his eyes fluttering shut as you focus on the water. Frowning, you bring another hand up to assist you. His hair's so thick, pulling the water from it is nothing short of a struggle. Meanwhile, Eijirou focuses on helping the other knight dry his own hair.

With the water finally obeying you and pulling away from his curly locks, you have the moment to realize just how soft Izuku's hair is. It looks more like a mop than anything from a distance, but now, you feel almost like you're petting a kitten, a sensation only furthered by the fact that he's literally pressing his head into your hand. You honestly don't doubt that he'd be purring if he could.

Once you're properly done drying him off with a little magic, you remove one hand from his head to stifle your giggle. The other lingers in his hair just a moment. "Sorry, you have really soft hair. Did I miss any spots?"

You're careful to look him over for any wet spots on his clothes. His hair is back to its usual fluffy mess, causing you to wonder how much time his attendants must spend trying to tame it on a daily basis. When you're both satisfied that he's dry, you quickly pull the rest of the water out of his knight's hair and return all of it to the fountain.

"I really do feel the need to apologize again for that. I thought to pull your runes away from the water, but..."

Izuku shakes his head with a smile. "No, really, it's all right! I should have told you ahead of time that we'd be using you as the anchor point for our teleport. We must have startled you."

"Perhaps a bit, but once I realized it was you I was reassured!" You shoot him your best grin. "Are you two ready? I can go inquire as to when the dinner will be ready before announcing your arrival, if you'd like."

"Ah, yes, please," Izuku stammers. "I wouldn't want to rush your chefs, however—"

Izuku's cut off by the sudden swirl of familiar teleport runes in front of you. The smell hits your nose before you recognize the inky blue, and you crinkle your nose in distaste at the smell of seaweed. Your father's runes. What materializes isn't him, but a simple note, not even written in his own handwriting: Whenever Prince Izuku arrives, dinner is ready and waiting.

You smile. "Ah! Perfect!" You carefully stick out your tongue, pulling forth just enough magic to pull off your favorite new trick: teleporting just enough ink to a page to write without a pen. Izuku just arrived. I'll escort him to the dining hall.

You send back the note with a wave of your hand. "My father says that dinner is already prepared for whenever you arrive, my prince." You say the last two words in a playful tone, grinning at him mischievously and offering one arm to him. "If it pleases his highness, I'd be honored to escort you to dinner."

He chuckles, looping his arm through yours. "By all means, lead the way, m-my dear."

You giggle as you lead him out of the gardens. "You were so close to a smooth delivery there."

Izuku rubs the back of his neck with his opposite hand, blushing lightly. "S-sorry. I'll do better next time."

"I think it's endearing, actually," you comment, hiding a laugh behind your hand when he lets out a choked noise in response. "Only change if you want to, my prince."

"H-hey! Who's courting who, here?" he whines desperately, hiding his face. You toss your head back in a laugh. "Oh, but that actually reminds me!"

Izuku stops suddenly, turning to you and producing a single sprig of forsythia. He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, and quickly pins it in place with the yellow blooms. "There. They suit you, Princess."

Your cheeks tinge pink at the sudden gift, worsened by the way he smiles and laughs lightly at your expression. "There, now I'm not the only one blushing."

With that, he pats your cheek, turns, and heads toward the door, opening it for you with sparkling eyes. 

"Wh—hey! I'm supposed to be the one escorting you, you little—" With an indignant squawk, you scamper after your fiancé, cheeks still burning red.

Forsythia symbolizes anticipation.

~

"So, Prince Izuku," your mother says, carefully setting down her soup spoon to peer across the table at your fiancé. "My daughter tells us that you wished to speak to us?"

Izuku's calm and collected as he sets down his own spoon and swallows his food. When he's ready, he opens his mouth and speaks in even, princely tones that don't suit the Izuku you've come to know through his letters. You suppose this means that he's in 'Prince mode'. "Yes, that's correct, your majesty."

Your mother wrinkles her nose in distaste, waving her hand in front of her face as if she's smelled something unpleasant. "Oh, please, dear. If you're marrying my daughter, I'd rather you treat me like family."

"Oh, of course, ma'am. I didn't intend to offend you. I was surprised, actually, that you allow [name]—I mean the princess to refer to you so directly. My father insists on being addressed by his title at all times, no matter who is speaking to him, so I assumed you'd be the same..."

Your mother laughs. "No, nothing so strict. There are plenty of ways to command respect without the sort of iron fist King Hisashi rules with, if you don't mind my saying."

"Mother," you hiss. "Please refrain from insulting Izuku's father in front of him."

"Oh, no, it's all right, [name]," Izuku says. "I know my father isn't exactly... popular when it comes to others' opinions of him. It's refreshing to be far enough from his influence that I'm actually made aware of it, however."

Your father speaks, the first time since the two of you entered the room to eat. "You never answered the question, Prince."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at how overtly protective he's acting. Moons, he's the one who arranged your engagement to Izuku!

Izuku swallows, and from your proximity, you can see him reigning in his stutter to answer. "...yes. My apologies. I wanted to ask if you'd grant your permission to allow your daughter to accompany me on my seasonal trip through my father's kingdom. My father has historically insisted on these trips to encourage my growth into my role as heir to the kingdom and, hopefully, to build a sensible rapport with my people before I take the throne myself. Since Her Highness and I are to be wedded this year, my father has agreed that it would be ideal for her to join me, so that we might grow closer and our people might learn her face before the wedding occurs. And I, personally, would love to have her company on this excursion."

Your father eyes you with a raised eyebrow. "I assume your betrothed spoke with you about this ahead of time, [name]?"

You nod. "Yes, father. We spoke about it briefly through letters, though I haven't yet requested the full details."

"How many guards typically accompany you on these excursions, Prince?" your mother asks, a hint of interest in her voice.

"It varies depending both on time of year and the prevailing public opinion, but there's always at least four. I'm fairly proficient in combat, and the guards chosen to accompany are all those whom I trust and have been chosen through several combat trials to determine their ability to provide adequate protections. We try to keep the detail low, to prevent from straining resources for travel and not draw too much attention during my travels. If necessary, I'm sure my father would be happy to increase the numbers to ensure your daughter's safety."

"My daughter doesn't know her way around a sword," your father says darkly. (Patently false, but he doesn't need to know about your habit of watching the guards during their training when you have the time, or the fact that Eijirou is more than happy to show you your way around a blade when he accompanies you about the castle.) "If I allow this little excursion, it will be your head if she doesn't return to me unharmed."

"Father, please don't threaten my fiancé," you groan. "I am capable enough with both offensive and defensive magic to defend myself—"

"[name]," he says sharply, not sparing you a glance. "The men are speaking."

Wounded, you snap your mouth shut and return to your food in silence, keeping a trained ear on their conversation and an eye on Izuku, who seems to have gone stock-still at how you've just been addressed.

"Of course, your Majesty," Izuku says, voice strained. "I would never dream of allowing harm to come to her."

A tense silence falls over the room, until finally, it's broken. "The excursion would be followed by a week's stay in the royal palace, if your Majesties and her Highness are all in accordance. I proposed this to my father as a way to allow her Highness to meet with my family and acclimatize to the palace, rather than merely the surrounding kingdom." Izuku's knuckles are white as he grips his spoon.

"I'd prefer to speak with you about this matter in private, Prince," your father says through gritted teeth. You wither under the atmosphere, eyes glued carefully to Izuku as he barely conceals a glare in response.

You're suddenly regretting all the anticipation you'd had for this meal.

~

"Meet me in the palace gardens before you leave," you'd whispered in Izuku's ear as he left the room at the end of dinner. He nodded then, before following your father to his study with Kacchan in tow.

Your father is an imposing man when he wants to be. Izuku has to remind himself to stand firm, to not give off a moment's glimpse of weakness to the man standing across the room from him.

"If I'm being honest, I'd hoped that the son of the infamous King Hisashi would have been a bit more like his father," the man says, hands folded behind his back. He lets out a sigh, as if it's somehow inconvenient for him that Izuku doesn't demand fear from others or threaten another's life or livelihood at the smallest slight.

Yeah, I get that a lot, Izuku wants to say. Instead, he simply nods. "I see."

"It is not unappealing, per se, for my daughter to marry someone like you," he continues, "but it would be ideal if you could properly set her into her role. She plays her part well, but my daughter is always pushing. She treads the line of her limits, as you saw when she spoke out of turn earlier."

"I'd have to disagree, your Majesty. I don't think [name] was out of line at all," Izuku says firmly, surprising even himself. "I don't know enough about her skills in combat well enough to properly defend them, but if she felt the need to stand up for herself, then I'm glad she acted upon it. What's the point in living if she's to be a quiet little doll who ‘stays in line’?"

Your father doesn't turn his head to look at Izuku, sighing yet again. "I don't think we'll ever see eye-to-eye on this matter. Perhaps it's best if we simply–"

"Did you want to speak further about the excursion?" Izuku interrupts coldly. "I'd be happy to give more details if you have any concerns, but my father would be upset if I returned without a proper decision. He's a busy man, as I'm certain you know, and preparations can't effectively be made if we don't know how many will be attending."

"...color me impressed, Prince Izuku," your father says. "I wasn't aware you had a spine."

"I find it more sound to not play all my cards at once, your Majesty."

"[name] may accompany you for your little trip. Her personal knight—I'm sure you're acquainted—will accompany her. Let me be clear that I was serious about your head should she not return."

"I was serious when I said that I wouldn't dream of letting her come to harm." Izuku's gaze is challenging as he meets the man's eyes.

Your father finally looks Izuku in the eye, one eyebrow raised. "See to it that you don't, your highness."

Taglist: @tooloudarts​ @zylith-imagines-and-fics​

[trashheappro]

5+1 Tsundere Cryprev fic.

Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6

Sides: 1, 2, 2.5, 3

Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 14.5, 15, 16 

Alt-Sequel: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17  

In the end, the match was theirs after a tough last fight against Mirage, Watson, and Lifeline’s squad, as well as Caustic’s squad. Of course Caustic was so good that even with a team full of no-names, he could make it a close match. Even with Crypto’s drone disabling all his traps it was close. Mirage’s team did… okay, though he would never admit it to the man. That would be begging for an annoying evening. Tae Joon would sooner chalk that team’s close win to Lifeline and Watson carrying. If Mirage mentioned the decoy Crypto had shot at, alerting the enemy team to their position, he would pretend that it never happened.

Now for the worst part of winning; the post interview. The more interviews he did in front of a camera unobscured by movement, terrain, and dirt, the more likely the Syndicate would recognize him. Assuming they didn’t already. There had been no signs that they were aware of Tae Joon Park’s presence at the games and the cybernetics on his face obscured any known facial recognition software. But what if they knew despite all that? Keep your allies close, your enemies even closer.

They just finished up their medical evals and were walking to the conference room. No one ever had to stay in medical for very long, injuries in the games tended not to follow them out of it, but they needed to go through checkups just in case.

He hated interviews even without the threat of a murderous organization hanging over his head. If he was dragging his feet, he’d say it was due to exhaustion, regardless of how false that statement was. He couldn’t imagine that this team made for good interviews either. Bangalore was always practical and curt with her answers, Crypto did his damnedest to say as little as possible (which the PR team allowed because it was part of his ‘shtick’), and Revenant… well, Revenant was odd, cryptic, with all his answers.

Conspiracy theorists loved it though, absolutely ate up everything that came out of that metal mouth. Tae Joon has seen it on online forums. He found it all very amusing, as he knew the truth himself. Hard for even the Syndicate to keep things from him.

He eyed Revenant. Man molded into machine, seeking revenge just as he. Although the simulacrum was far more open about his desire for vengeance, seeking it out in not so subtle ways. Keeping him here was just a way for the Syndicate and Hammond to keep an eye on him.

“What are you staring at?” Revenant snipped at him.

Tae Joon’s mouth twitched up. “You.”

His eyes widened and mouth slackened, but only slightly. The only reason Tae Joon noticed was because his eyes were trained on his face. Thin fingers wrapped around the collar of his jacket, lifting him up to his tippy toes. The other hand stiffened, pointed at his exposed neck.

The escort team around them started yelling. Probably to get security. But the man machine was the only thing that had his attention. Tae Joon was playing with fire here. If a whole fist went through his throat outside of the arena, he doubted he would live through it.

“I’ll give you something to look at,” Revenant hissed.

“Yeah?” Tae Joon bared more of neck. “Give it to me.” Guards were gathering around them, guns raised. But he has seen encrypted video of how little those peashooters do against Revenant. If he read him wrong, he’ll be dead, but he was very rarely wrong.

Bangalore put a hand on his shoulder. “Enough of that. You’re not a child. You’re a legend now,” she said to Revenant. “Act like it.”

Revenant dropped him. The guards seemed to calm down but were still tense, ready to try and take down the simulacrum if they had to. “Watch yourself, skinsuit. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

There was a dangerous glint in Tae Joon’s eye. “Don’t I?” He fixed his jacket and sauntered on, following the PR woman.

Bangalore sighed, following him. The guards dispersed now that Revenant wasn’t directly threatening anyone. She stared at the side of Crypto’s head before saying, “Why are you pushing his buttons?” she asked. “Mirage is one thing, but this guy?”

“No harm in having some fun,” he said.

“I don’t think Revenant is the ‘fun’ type.”

Tae Joon blatantly turned to look at the looming figure, gloomily following them. “Oh, I think there is plenty of fun to be had.” Metal fingers curled around his head and pushed him to the side almost sending him stumbling into the wall.

Revenant glared down at him, his arms crossed across his chest. “I thought Mirage was supposed to be the annoying one.” A defensive posture, if he still had human flesh, Tae Joon would bet he’d be blushing.

Bangalore looked at him and shook her head.

--

Tae Joon’s brain practically shut down during the interview. He slouched back in his chair, letting Bangalore and Revenant have the spotlight. They were tied for kill leader by the end of the match after all. They answered questions in the exact way he expected they would.

“Bangalore, what do you think of your teammates this match?”

“Crypto has a great tactical mindset and Revenant isn’t afraid of a fight. Both skills that are great in the battlefield.”

“Revenant, how are you settling into the Games?”

“Oh, I’m settling something alright.”

He drowned it out after some point, only tuning back in when they said his call sign. They asked him a few questions, but he managed to answer them in two words or less. But most of the questions went to Revenant. Of course they did, he was still the new guy; the interesting new face. That had been Crypto last season, but they realized that getting answers out of him was like pulling teeth out of a mammoth.

“Crypto, what do you think of Revenant?”

Well that was a very broad question. He thought a lot of things about the man-machine. But perhaps the thing that stood out the most was a kindred spirit; vengeance was their calling and boy did Revenant answer.

“He’s good teammate,” he said. “Helps cover for some mistakes through pure aggression alone.” He paused and looked over at him. “I think I’d like to be on a team with him again.”

Revenant stared at him in shock. He wasn’t sure if the cameras caught it, but looking into his eyes, he saw the other’s optics dilate.

The press room became filled with the chattering of reporters trying to speak over one another and the clicking of cameras. For the rest of the interview, Tae Joon practically shut down, like a toy robot running low on batteries, he only answered in grunts.

As Tae Joon was walking back towards the Legends’ compound, he noticed someone watching him. He always hated that sort of unsettling feeling, especially since he’s gone into hiding. Maybe he should have thought about that before toying with a hunter.

He looked up to meet Revenant’s orange optics. The image of the simulacrum on the ceiling like something from an old horror movie, might forever be embedded in his nightmares. He smirked anyway. “What are you looking at?” he asked, echoing Revenant’s earlier question.

“Skinsuit,” he dropped down, the clank of his metal feet meeting the metal floor. “You insult me and then compliment me. Pick a side!” he snapped.

Tae Joon chuckled. “I’m just teasing you,” he said. “You used to be human, surely you still remember why humans teased each other.”

Revenant pulled him close, leaning over him, forcing him to crane his neck up. “Enlighten me.”

“I’m testing the waters, if you will,” he said. “Because I think you’re interesting.”

Revenant dropped him and backed away like he had been burned. “Stupid skinsuit! The only thing about you that interests me is what your head looks like when it’s ripped of your shoulders!”

“Oh, but you’re interested,” he teased.

“Shut up!”

Tae Joon chuckled, walking past him to the compound. “Next time we’re on different teams, come find me,” he said. “If you can catch me, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“You’ll regret those words.”

He grinned. “Make me.”

[mrsdr-ethan-ramsey]

Rookie (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Y’all, I couldn’t stop myself from writing this at like 12:30 last night. I literally fell asleep writing, but I needed to feel more angst. Honestly my biggest fear is that Ethan will start calling someone else Rookie. Plus it was an excuse not to do homework. I hope you all like it! (Also if you have any ideas or requests with Ethan, I would be more than excited to try to write them!)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Parker Kennedy)

Summary: When Parker hears Ethan call another intern Rookie, she can’t stop herself from confronting him.

Warnings: Angsttttttt, cause I love and hate how much Parker and Ethan hurt right now

Word Count: ~2500

‘So far, so good’ Parker thought as she maneuvered through the familiar halls of Edenbrook. She was off to pick up her intern, Esme Ortega, after delivering the results from the diagnostics patient she tested early today. She felt like she was on autopilot as she thought back to her discussion with Dr. Ramsey.

“We’ll be okay. We’ll make it work.”

Her heart still stopped as she thought about those words. To anyone else it would sound like they were talking about work; about their professional relationship. But they weren’t. He held her hand as he told her those words. His thumb rubbed the back of her hand so lightly that if she hadn’t looked down she probably would have missed it. Was he talking about their work relationship? A little bit. Was he talking about their personal relationship? She hoped to some greater being that he was. Needless to say, she felt like she was on top of the world.

Once she reached the nursing desk, she found Esme talking with Jackie and her intern, Molly Addison, adamantly. Parker put her best smile on her face as she came over.

“Hey all! How were rounds? Sorry I had to miss it Esme.”

Esme looked over at Parker, obviously not enjoying her peppy attitude. “It was fine.”

“Oh my gosh, no it was amazing!” Molly squealed. At this, both Jackie and Esme cringed. Parker hid her slight annoyance for the young red head as she gushed about all the ‘super cool!’ things they had seen! Parker only slightly regretted asking her about rounds, but she was happy that the young intern was enjoying her time at Edenbrook.

“I’m glad you’re finding your place here!” Parker smiled, “But I’ve got to talk to Esme about a couple things. We’ll see you guys later!”

Esme quickly followed Parker whispering a small ‘Thank God’ as Jackie sighed, being left with the human version of sunshine and bubble gum.

***

After a couple hours of showing Esme the ropes and watching her present her case, she finally found herself back at the nurse’s station. She was about to congratulate Esme on her stellar performance so she could see her roll her eyes again before she heard a deep voice call down the hall.

“Rookie!”

Parker’s head immediately snapped to the familiar voice, ready to go help with Dr. Ramsey with whatever he needed. Just as she was about to head over, she watched Molly skip over.

“Yes Dr. Ramsey?” She asked sweetly, her voice dripping with desire.

Parker couldn’t hear the rest as her high from earlier quickly died. He obviously called her that before because she came right over and he started talking to her. When did he start calling other people Rookie? That was her nickname! Right? Although, he did seem reluctant to call her Rookie when she saw him at Donahue’s…but that doesn’t matter. The point is, he had only ever called her rookie. Now suddenly this beautiful intern was Rookie?

“Woah, Parker. Don’t think too hard. There’s going to be smoke coming from you soon,” Elijah called, snapping her out of her internal panicking.

Parker turned to see Elijah and Sienna coming up, their interns following close behind. They seemed good, not overly excited like Molly but more open to conversation than Esme.

“Second year doctors meeting only,” Parker said quickly, tugging Sienna and Elijah some ways away from their interns.

“What’s up P?” Elijah asked.

“That!” Parker whispered angrily as she gestured towards Dr. Ramsey and Molly talking down the hall. “He called her Rookie!”

At this, both the doctors’ eyes widen.

“Seriously?!” Sienna exclaimed. She wouldn’t be happy to beat up Dr. Ramsey, but if Parker needed her to she would happily kick his ass back to the Amazon.

All three of them turned their eyes turned back to Dr. Ramsey and the intern. He must have felt their eyes on him, because his attention immediately turned and shot them a little glare. In panic the three quickly ran off with their interns, hoping to avoid the wrath of Dr. Ramsey.

***

Parker tried not to think about how betrayed she felt. She really did, but it always seemed to be nudging her in the back of her mind no matter where she was. She bumped into six different people because she had been so distracted about it. That’s how she ended up wide awake in her bed at 2:30 am. Her body rolling around under the covers, hearing Ethan say Rookie only to have the young intern bounce up to him happily. She was pretty, Parker did have to admit that. Her hair was naturally red, layered with different shade of red and orange that made it look like flames. She was small with a near perfect figure. Parker, on the other hand, was scrawny right now and slowly starting to gain weight now that Sienna was making sure she ate three meals a day. While Parker had brown-green muddy eyes, Molly’s eyes were crystal blue. Seriously, how could a man resist a girl like Molly?!

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the desperation to know what was going on, but Parker found herself climbing out of bed quickly. She pulled on leggings and a baggy sweatshirt before she called an Uber. Tip toeing through her apartment, she was glad Landry was no longer there. If he had, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was up ‘getting ready to go to the hospital’ as this time. She rolled her eyes at this thought before slipping a pair of shoes on and hurriedly leaving her building.

The ride was short without the normal traffic of the busy city. 2:45 was an excellent time to drive through Boston, Parker thought as she stared out the window at the lights flying by. The towering buildings were a dramatic change from her Midwest home, and she loved it. She was meant to be here; she could feel it deep within her.

Once at Ethan’s apartment, she thanked her driver and tipped her generously for driving her at such an awful time. Parker than moved towards the familiar building, pressing his apartment number praying the buzzing would wake him up. After a bit with no response, she repeatedly hit the button over and over (she knew this would annoy him awake).

“I swear if this is a prank I will call the cops,” she heard Ethan’s familiar voice crackled angrily through the intercom, Jenner barking in the background.

Quickly, she hit the speak button and said urgently, “Ethan! It’s Parker! I need to talk to you, now!”

“Parker?” He sounded confused, and tired.

Before she could reply, she heard the lock click. She didn’t waste any time getting into the building, hitting the number for his floor. The elevator shot up, brining her closer to a sleepy (and more than likely pissed) Ethan Ramsey. When she was outside his door, she hesitated. Was she really going to barge into Ethan’s apartment and demand to know why he’s calling Molly, Rookie? This was crazy! She was crazy! She should just go home, and if Ethan asks her just deny, deny, deny. She could convince him it was a dream, right? Ugh, who was she kidding. Ethan’s too smart to fall for that plan, she thought. Instead, she stood at the door; petrified as she lifted her hand and knocked gently against the wood.

Ethan had never been a heavy sleeper, so when he heard his buzzer go off the first time he thought it had been someone hitting the wrong number. After it keep going incessantly and Jenner started barking, he forced himself out of his light sleep to scare the kids ringing his buzzer shitless. He had been more than surprised to hear Parker’s voice and quickly let her into the building, assuming that something had happened. He couldn’t think of another reason as to why she’d come 3 am. He swung the door open, preparing for the worst, but was surprised to see her completely fine.

“Parker, what’s wrong?”

Hearing his voice, heavy and low with sleep she lost her train of thought. All she could think about was how she had woken up to that voice before. How he kept her in bed as long as possible, knowing that when they left her room it’d be over. She just hadn’t expected him to replace her so quickly.

“Did I mean nothing to you?” she whispered, barely audibly. Tears threatened to stream, but she refused to cry in front of him. She already felt like a child compared to him, if she cried in front of him it would be the icing on the cake. But Ethan could easily see through her, so he opened the door wider to let her in. He wouldn’t let her cry in the hallway.

As she crossed into his space, Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Rookie.”

Ethan’s face flushed. “You heard that?”

Radio silence. Neither knew what to say to make this situation better. There was an invisible wall between the two and neither were quite sure how to take it down. Parker had tried that first night at Donahue’s when she kissed him, only to receive the nicest rejection she had ever gotten. She had hoped that seeing her and kissing her again would remind him of what they had before he vanished. Unfortunately, he had a much better resolve than her. So now she didn’t know what to do. She had no backup plan on how to win him back over.

“If you weren’t interested in me, you could have just told me…if you just wanted someone prettier you could have just said, you didn’t need to string me along for two months and then flirt with another girl in front of me to make that point.”

“I wasn’t flirting with her Parker. Christ.” He ran his hands through his bed head. How had she gotten that from one conversation with an intern whose name he couldn’t even remember? Did she really think that he’d try to get with an intern when he just told her that they need to keep a professional relationship? Did she really think that low of him?

He locked eyes with her. “I didn’t know her name and couldn’t be bothered to ask.”

Parker looked back at him, begging his deep ocean eyes to tell her the truth. She saw that he was actually hurt that she had thought he was flirting with another intern. She felt stupid for jumping to conclusions, but it had hurt to hear him call another person ‘Rookie’. If he was looking for a sure way to drive her crazy, he found it without even trying.

“I…I guess I had always thought I was your Rookie. I didn’t think you’d drop it as soon as you got back…”

“Parker,” he said gently, “You’re not a Rookie anymore. You’re a skilled doctor who earned her way onto the nation’s top diagnostics team. I assumed you wouldn’t want me calling you that anymore.”

He was right, as usual. Anyone else listening in would probably find the nickname degrading, not endearing like she did. She couldn’t fight his rationale behind the name change, so instead she looked down at her feet like a child caught stealing a cookie. Ethan looked at her small frame, finally analyzing her. She seemed a little off than what he had remembered her being two months ago. She seemed a little duller, not as wide-eyed and hopeful as she did when she first walked through Edenbrook. He hated that she lost her sparkle under his watch; he had no one to blame but himself.

Parker made her way to the floor to ceiling windows, looking out over the bay as she crossed her arms protectively in front of her. She was putting up a barricade around herself, hoping to ease the pain. If the wall between them wasn’t coming down, she’d simply put one around herself to stop her from trying to scale or break it down to get to him. “You still have the best view in all of Boston.”

“I’ve learned to appreciate it more,” Ethan said with a sad smile, thinking about how Parker had pointed the view out to him the first night they were together. That felt so long ago. He studied her shrunken frame. She looked at home in his space. He loved that, but he knew he shouldn’t get used to it.

Ethan heard her let out a small yawn, reminding himself of the time. “Why do you get a little rest before your shift. You take my bed; I’ll take the couch.”

At the offer, Parker turned back to look at him. “Oh, you don’t need to do that. I’m fine on the couch.”

“Nope. My house, my rules.” He insisted, as he lead her into his bedroom. He made quick work ordering Parker to take off her shoes and get in the bed. Once she was laying down, he pulled the covers up around her.

Parker let out a yawn as she looked up at Ethan sleepily. “Thank you.”

“You’re always welcome here Parker.”

As she closed her eyes and flipped onto her stomach, Ethan couldn’t stop his heart from going wild. Seeing Parker Kennedy back in his bed made him wish that he could wake up to this view every day. He wanted nothing more than to climb into bed next to her and pull her into his chest, whispering sweet nothings as she drifted off. Fuck, he had never been a romantic before she came barging into his life. He hated that she did this to him, but loved it just the same. Fighting every urge in his body to get into the bed, he walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. Flicking on the lamp, he slid his glasses on and began to read a new medical journal as Jenner slept happily at his feet.

***

The morning had been weird for Parker and Ethan, but they maneuvered it as gracefully as they could…like a baby giraffe learning how to walk. They stumbled around kitchen making coffee and toast. He even offered to give her a ride to the hospital. As they walked in, they saw Baz walking in as well, so Ethan (ever so smooth) made the comment that ‘He and Dr. Kennedy had met early to discuss her role on the team’. Parker couldn’t help but smile at this as she went off to find Esme and start the day.

Late in the afternoon at the nurse’s station, Parker caught a glimpse of Dr. Ramsey talking to Molly again. Her stomach flipped and she tried not to listen in to the conversation…but she really couldn’t help herself.

“Dr. Addison, I expect the results on my desk by 6. And your patient better not be dead.” He said sternly, leaving Molly with a shocked look on her face. 

As Dr. Ramsey stormed off, he met Parker with a soft smile. He may not call her Rookie at work, but he knew he couldn’t call anybody else her nickname.

[monst]

Thirst??? Imagine Yandere!Shinsou sneaking into y/n's house at night and speaking barely loud enough for her to give him a "what?" as a reply in her sleep. Oh, he used his quirk. He will go down on her all night and until the morning.

Small break

All charaters 18+

Yandere! Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: First I want to apologize for the length of this thirst post… I may have gotten carried away 😅 Sexy time actions, somnophilia, Non/con Obsession and all that other good Yandere stuff :P       Climbing up the side of your apartment was a bit more difficult then he would have thought. It wasn’t the climb that was tough, it was not getting caught. He hated that you lived in the center of town. Constantly surrounded by people who were beneath you, it disgusted him but you had refused to move. You went on about being independent, he thought it was cute. You were cute, everything about you from the tippy top of your head to the little stubs of your toes. 

He opened the window with a grin, he knew you too well, it was open. He once had undisclosed privileges to enter your apartment. Not so long ago he could come and go as he pleased. Well you cut that off when you broke up with him. Apparently you two needed a break because he was becoming a bit ‘suffocating’. He blamed your friend. The bitch who tattled and helped you find things you weren’t ready to see. 

It was harmless even romantic he thought but that cunt had to go and ruin it. Apparently you didn’t appreciate his copious poems dedicated to your overwhelming beauty, You also didn’t like the vast amount of candid photos he had of you and by the way your eyes shook at his shrine he figured you didn’t like it either. Or, that you weren’t ready for that level of commitment but that was okay he could wait. 

He would wait until you ended your little ‘break’ from each other. It was hard but fortunately you always forgot to lock the window in the kitchen. He would tear his hair out if he didn’t get to gaze at you every night. It was terrible for his sleep, his eyebags becoming more prominent. He held back a chuckle maybe you’d see how terrible he looked and realize that he could function without you. You’d feel bad and beg him to come back. 

You’d take care of him, running your fingers through his hair, you’d ditch the bitch that was your roommate agree to move out with him, adopt a cat maybe have a few munchins with him. The thought was exhilarating! But he had to be patient after all good things come to those who wait. But as patient as he was he couldn’t go a day without looking at you. You were so amazing, so soft, warm caring. Your voice? Don’t get him started he could listen to you till your voice died out. Speaking of voice, he really missed it. He missed it wishing him good luck on his patrol, imploring him to get some rest, crying out for his touch… 

Fuck he really missed becoming one with you. The way your lips would part to make the most glorious of sounds, sounds only he had the privilege of hearing, sounds only he could elicit from you. All these thoughts rushed south and left his mouth dry. In a word he was thirsty. Maybe.. Just maybe he could indulge in the sweet drops of your juicy cunt. The thought was riveting and he crept to your room in haste. 

He locked the door behind him. His ashmethst eyes racking over your form taking in every inch of your exposed flesh. He trailed his finger-tips up the supple skin of your leg. To his delight your blanket was awol and the only article of clothing covering you was in the form of cute kitten print panties and a matching tank-top. He had given you those. And it made him unbelievably happy that you were wearing something he had gifted you. His fingers played with the cute bows a smile on his lips when you pouted in your sleep. 

You were so precious. With silent ease he settled on top of you his legs on either side of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your hip and you shivered at the cool temperature; your nose scrunched up and you muttered his name sleepily. He had to stifle a moan at the sound, he didn’t want your friend to hear and come in and ruin everything. He felt his heart skip a beat and his cock throb. You still thought of him. You still loved him wanted him. He couldn’t help the grin that stretched his lips. He wouldn’t have to wait long for you to come back at this rate. 

But just to be cautious he took that opportunity to use his quirk on you. Couldn’t have you waking you up when he looked like something out of a horror movie hovering above you. You’d probably die of fright, he wouldn’t like that very much, he preferred you alive, warm and breathing. He breathed a sigh in relief when you were finally under his control. He let out a shaky breath as his fingers cupped your sex through your panties. It was hot, slightly wet and oh so very enticing. Were you dreaming of him? Oh fuck he hoped you were.  

His fingers teased your folds from above the cloth watching with fixed fascination as they became damp under his touch. He bit his lip when you let out a content sigh. You smelled amazing, and his mouth? It was so dry. A small taste wouldn’t hurt. He had gone two weeks without touching you intimately surely he could indulge. Just this once he thought as his fingers hooked underneath the hem of your panties. He rolled them off slowly his eyes heavy as he stared at your glistening cunt. 

Once they were off he moved pulling your legs apart as he rested between them. He held one of your legs up kissing your ankle softly. “You just don’t understand.” He whispered against the skin. “How much I need you~” His lips moved higher with every word.

He bit your inner thigh gently his lustful eyes gazing at your slumbering face. “You make me want to tear out my heart.” He bit down with more force watching as your face contorted at the slight pain. “And gift it to you.” He sucked at the wound not caring if you awoke to a hickey. Besides you were too careless and wouldn’t notice it for a couple of days.  

“Everything about you excites me” he breathed, his nose brushing against your pussy. His tongue flicked out to lap at your folds and he moaned at the taste he missed so much. “Your eyes” His fingers reached up rotating on your clit slowly. “Your nose” more pressure. “Your lips” faster. “Your voice.” As soon as he said those words a whine escaped your lips your hips pushing up against his hands. “Your soft warm body” He used his other hand to part your folds sliding two fingers into your inviting heat. You pussy took him with ease your walls stretching around him as he pushed them in deeper. 

He thrusted in slowly curving his fingers to press them to the spot he knew would give you the most pleasure. By now your fists were clenching the sheets your brows furrowed. “Your delicious lips~” He all but moaned as his fingers retracted from your clit so that he could press a hot kiss on the sensitive nub. A clear moan left your lips and he relished in the sound, his own hips thrusting forward to rub on your mattress. “I could die happy between your legs~”

With that he took your clit into his mouth and began to suck. Your thighs closed around his head  as you bucked into his mouth mewls of pleasure escaping your lips. He added a third finger into your drooling cunt and you cried out. His eyes rolled back as you continued to drip into his awaiting mouth. He ate you out with fervor as if it were the best meal on earth or like a man who had been stranded in a desert and had stumbled upon an oasis. 

“Ah~ Mmm H-Hitoshi~” His was the name you were calling out as you dreamt and he couldn’t be anymore please. ‘Yes kitten shout it out, let that bitch next door hear who you belong to, who you’ll always belong to, she won’t keep us apart.’ he thought as he felt you climb higher and higher. When your silky walls clamped down on his fingers and his mouth filled with your release he also came. It was weird cumming untouched but you were so fucking hot. 

He pulled away, his chin dripping, covered in your desire and before he could speak he heard the door creak open. With speeds unknown to man he slipped under your bed. He heard your friend scoff and shake you awake. 

“I thought someone broke in.” She huffed. “But you were just having a dream calling out that freak Shinsou name.” 

You were embarrassed. “S-sorry.” You flushed slipping on you panties. “I-I dunno I just can’t get him out of my head. Hell he was even in my dreams.”

“I know.” She groaned “Ah~ Hitoshi~ Seriously (Name) get over him.”

“I’m not sure I can. He was a bit overbearing but it was…endearing?” You questioned. 

“Whatever, Just remember that he’s a creep and stop having lewd dreams about him some of us are trying to sleep.” She frowned and left. 

As Shinsou hid under the bed his grin only grew. You understood, of course you did. Of course you loved him and would always think of him. And as soon as you went back to sleep he was going to reward you for being so loyal to him even in your brief ‘break’. He’ll deal with the nuisance trying to separate you from him later….

[blondeblackwidow]

Poe and the reader getting stranded on a small deserted planet for a few days and they’re all domestic, and everyone back at base is surprised when they get back. Please? Your Poe pieces have been so cute!

Rumors and Lies ( Poe x Reader)

GIF CREDIT: @winterswake

prompt:  Poe and the reader getting stranded on a small deserted planet for a few days and they’re all domestic, and everyone back at base is surprised when they get back. Please? Your Poe pieces have been so cute!

a/n: this was literally so fun to write I got so carried away. Thanks for the request Anon, I hope it was worth the wait!

tw: implied smut

wc: 1749 

“Are you happy now, Dameron?!” You shouted, looking at the flaming rubble of the ship.

“How is this my fault?” He threw his hands in the air. 

“You HAD to try your fancy flying tricks.” 

“We had FOUR TIEs on our tail, what would you like me to do?!” 

“You’re insufferable!”

“You’re ungrateful, we’d be dead right now if it wasn’t for me.”

“OH PLEASE.” You rolled your eyes. Poe grunted, looking around for things to fix the ship, while you tried to hotwire the comm units to send out a beacon. Night came fast, and luckily for you, there was an abandoned farmhouse nearby. It looked as if it’s owners had deserted once the First Order set up a base on the moons orbiting this unfortunate planet.

“This will have to do.” Poe only nodded in agreement, and set down the bags of supplies from the ships. You cleared the house, and eventually settled in what looks like a sitting room. You sat on opposite ends of a couch that seemed untouched by the rest of the dust that settled on the house. You two ate MRE’s in silence. But in true Poe fashion, he broke the silence first.“Who do you think lived here?” He asked, looking around. You were a spy, a damn good one at that, and you had gotten used to using people’s things as clues into their lives.

  “Well by the amount of land out back, probably a farmer, no idea what.” You shrugged. “It was a male farmer though, presumably human by the size and shape of those gloves.” You gestured to the gloves on the small end table, Poe handed them to you, and you examined the left one. “He was married, there’s wear marks for a ring.” You got up and wandered around the room, all personal things like pictures and keepsakes were gone, but there was enough to piece together a life. “They had a young baby.” You picked up small socks, and a bottle that were left on a shelf. Poe watched in awe as you pieced together a life from the smallest of details. 

“You’re pretty good at this.” He smiled. 

“I have to be, bad storytellers in this profession get killed.” You shrugged. 

“So what’s your story, actually?” He put his feet up on a small footrest and leaned back. You could only laugh. Only Poe could be stuck on a deserted planet with no reinforcements and make himself comfortable. 

“My parents were some dignitaries from Alderaan, they were off world when it exploded.” You had always wondered about how different your life would be if the Empire haven’t blown your homeworld into ash and stardust. “They were childhood friends of the General. They did their best to protect me, but eventually, at 16, we were separated. From then on I had to lie, scam, and cheat my way to survive. Alderaan’s survivors wanted to form a New Alderaan on some planet, they wanted my parents to lead them, but they couldn’t find any trace of them. I think the First Order took them out, I’ll never know.” You shrugged. 

“Commander of the Resistance’s covert forces…” Poe snickered. “And Princess of Alderaan.” He laughed, and you threw the farmers glove at him. 

“Oh can it!” You laughed

“Whatever you say, Princess.” You wanted to correct the incorrectness of the nickname, but it sounded so sweet from his lips, your stomach did flips just thinking about it. Before you could even retort, there was a knock at the door. You both froze. 

Glancing out the window, you saw it was First Order patrols. “So much for a scrambled beacon.” You mumbled, you grabbed Poe’s hand, and dragged him to the door. “Act like you love me. And follow my lead.” Poe furrowed his brows and before he could think about it, you swung open the door to meet the visors of stormtroopers. 

“Hello!” You greeted cheerfully. “Is there anything I can do for you, Gentlemen?” You had taken on a different pattern of speech, and Poe wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Oh please, honey, we have guests. Sorry, my husband can get a little handsy. We were just in the middle of a very heated..” 

“No need for details ma’am.” The trooper held up a gloved hand. “We were wondering if you knew anything about the ship crashed about a mile from here.”

“Oh no, I did hear a very large crash though, I hope whoever was flying it is alright.” You smiled, and interlaced your hand in Poe’s free hand, clutching it, as if you were sick with worry. 

“Would you mind if we searched your home?” Your stomach dropped. 

“No matter at all.” You gestured them inside, and as soon as they passed, you pressed a very deep kiss to Poe’s lips. The lead trooper turned around to look at you two for guidance. He cleared his throat and waited for you to separate. “So sorry, like I said, very handsy.” 

  “There’s a closed door at the end of the hall, we can’t get it open and need your help.” He said grimly, all your supplies were in there, it would blow your cover in a heartbeat. 

“Oh, I suppose.” You said, and began to walk down the hall. “You will be quiet though, and leave the light off will you?” The trooper tilted his head. “We welcomed a baby boy last month and I just got him to sleep.” They stood, staring at you, you had your hands folded, to hide the fact they were shaking. 

“That’s alright ma’am.” He went to turn around. “I’ll escort my squad out.” 

“Oh thank you all.” You smiled genuinely. “Have a safe evening gentlemen.” You latched the door behind them, and let out a huge sigh of relief. Poe was leaned up against a wall. 

“That was a risk.” He said, he almost looked like he was frowning. 

“Yes it was, but it paid off.” You giggled. “Husband.” You imitate your voice from before. Poe only half laughed, and you couldn’t understand why, until he walked over to you and shoved you against the latched door, and pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back eagerly. You always had a thing for him, but you were committed to the resistance, you weren’t there to have a boyfriend. He tugged at your blouse and you let him pull it over your head. You two didn’t speak in words all night. 

-

The next morning, you were half expecting things to go back to normal. You woke up, head buried in his chest, legs tangled in each others embrace. He was sleeping soundly, and you just laid there, watching the sun peak through the blinders.

Eventually, you had to figure out a way of getting a hold of the general. You untangled yourself slowly, and grabbed your bag, making for the kitchen. You started to pull anything with wires apart to rig your comm unit to encrypt for real this time. You were so engrossed in your project that you didn’t even hear Poe come in. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“Mornin’ Princess.” He mumbled. 

“Morning Poe.” You smiled, and turned around to face him. He had put his trousers on but not his shirt, and you knew that wasn’t an accident. 

“What are you working on?” He asked. 

“Comm unit.” You shrugged. “Gotta get a message for someone to come get us.” You picked it up. “I’ve almost got it.” Poe took it from your hands. 

“How about we send the message later?” He smirked. “I kinda liked last night.” 

“As much as I would love to stay and have crazy amounts of sex all day, we have jobs Poe.” You shake your head and reached for the comm, and he held it out of your reach.

  “Who said anything about sex?” He stared you down. “I meant I liked us, just being together, pretending we had a life outside of this war.” You blinked. “Okay and yes the sex was great too but outside of that.” You laughed. 

“Fine. But we send that message tonight.” You rolled your eyes and he came in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“Thank you, wife.” He winked and you rolled your eyes again. 

“Anytime, husband.” You laughed, and so did he. 

-

  Back on base, you got back to training a group of rookies who had chosen Covert Ops as their specialty. You were currently in the middle of sparring with a tall, fairly muscular man. You lesson for today was about overpowering your odds. You moved through your opponent, and he handed on his flat back on the ground, knocking the wind out of him. 

You look up to see Poe, head to toe in orange, he had mentioned earlier that he had a training flight. You offered your trainee your hand, and helped him up. “Everyone go get something to eat, and rest, we’ll meet back here in an hour.” You weren’t even looking at your class, you were lost in a pair of brown eyes. “You’re dismissed.” You walked over to Poe.

“It was pretty impressive to watch ya know. I could’ve waited.” He was smirking. You wanted to punch him and make out with him all at once. 

“What do you want, Dameron?” You tried to maintain your professionalism, you were aware that your students were still listening.

“General needs us in Command.” He smiled, and handed you a holopad.

“Another one?” You grumbled. “Where to this time?”

  “Canto Bight, we need to pose as some rich couple to extract some information from some people at the casino.” He winked. “We leave tomorrow morning, wife.” And with that, you turned around to walk to command for the official briefing. You watched as your training classes jaws hit the ground. 

“Poe Dameron you did not!” You laughed and ran after him, only half mad.

Rumors floated around on base that you two were secretly married on that planet. They were ridiculous, and you told people that you didn’t pay them any mind because you knew the truth, but if you were honest, you just liked the warm feeling you got in your gut when people referred to Poe as yours. 

Even if you got an occasional pointed glance from a new recruit or two.

[draconivn]

004 | Aphrodisiac

Summary: Hideyoshi’s loyalty to Nobunaga and his love for you is on the line when Nobunaga gifts you chocolate. Chocolate is known to be sugary, but it also has aphrodisiac properties. But of course, Hideyoshi is back to his mother-ing habits, trying to make sure neither of you consume too much of a good thing.  Pairing: Hideyoshi (Ikemen Sengoku) x Reader Warnings: Smut, NC-17

It was like a staring contest, mixed between Nobunaga looking at each other and back at Hideyoshi. 

Among the three of us, there were boxes of items that Nobunaga had obtained from his recent trip to meet with traders. It didn’t surprise me anymore that he obtained a few guns in the process, but it seemed like he had been reminded of a few things I had said a few nights ago to warrant bringing an extra item home on top of his favourite konpeito.

“My Lord, this is far too much sugar for her to have–”

Nobunaga smirked at me. “Hideyoshi, it won’t be bad to let her have something she doesn’t get that often. A gift to my little sister to have remembered her on my little trips.”

“Yes, my Lord. It’s just that–”

I smiled sweetly at Hideyoshi. “I haven’t had chocolate in so long! It had to have been… I think it was before I came to Azuchi. That’s how many months ago… let’s see… one… two…”

“I get it, I get it!” He sighed as he looked at me. “But you know you shouldn’t eat too much sugar. It’s bad for you. You have to eat in moderation, both of you.”

Nobunaga and I were back to looking at each other, like we knew we were going to have to get out of Hideyoshi’s mother-ing. One way or another, someone was going to get lectured for it, whether it was for eating sweets or for running in the halls. A light crack sounded from my end as I broke off two squares while Nobunaga picked out a handful of konpeito from the jar while we stared at each other.

Mission: Escape Hideyoshi With All Confectionary Intact. Commence.

 “My Lord–”

Who are you going to stop first, Hideyoshi? I knew his loyalty to Nobunaga had no bounds, but he loved me enough to keep living more than losing his life in battle for Nobunaga. 

Hideyoshi was already calling my name, trying to get me to stop. "What if it's poisonous? We need to make sure that gets checked first!”

Oh? By measure, I had more sugary treats in my possession than Nobunaga did, both of us consuming the bits we had gathered as Hideyoshi watched in horror. A moment passed by, a smile gracing my lips at the familiar taste of chocolate that I had been craving and missed. "See? I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with it!" I pointed behind him at Nobunaga. "Besides... Nobunaga's eating all of the konpeito!"

Hideyoshi quickly whipped around to face Nobunaga and I chose to dash out of the tenshu right then and there, leaving a frustrated looking Hideyoshi. 

Nobunaga chuckled. "You could leave me to my konpeito, Hideyoshi, or you could go after our little Fireball. The merchant did warn us that a little too much of that chocolate, he called it, could have side effects of an aphrodisiac." He watched the conflict crossover Hideyoshi's face, before his own konpeito jar was stashed in his vassal's kimono and Hideyoshi was running out the door.

Hideyoshi is soo going to lecture me for running in the halls! I giggled quietly to myself. Hiding in my room wasn't an option if Hideyoshi could find me, but it thrilled me to know that he was going to have to try and steal my beloved chocolate away from me. I had two squares so far, having tucked the rest in my kimono and finding places to stop and hide from my boyfriend. The adrenaline was coursing through me, stifling my giggle before the maid directed me to our shared room. 

“It seems Lord Hideyoshi isn’t back yet. I’ll let him know–” the maid said.

"Oh, no no! Please don't tell him I came here," I protested. Maybe I could hide in the closet–

"Don't tell who?" Behind me was the owner of that velvet voice that always woke me and kept me from falling asleep, the scowl that graced his handsome features made me smile innocently and giggle, his eyes narrowed at me and took a step forward.

“Oops–” He's going to lecture me for running in the halls, isn't he. I was giddy, probably the rush of the sugar from eating the chocolate or from the rush of hiding from him. "Hi Hideyoshi."

"How many did you eat?"

I wasn't sure if I should be touched by his concern for my well-being or if he was being a mom again. "Just two squares!" I responded, holding up two fingers and I took out the chocolate. "See?" I hadn't thought that action thoroughly enough, because the chocolate was gone from my hands as quickly as I showed him. "But my chocolate–!"

"–You will have again tomorrow."

I gave a huff, pouting at him. 

"No, don't be like that." He frowned, his hand cupping to my cheek. "The less you eat of it, the more days you have to enjoy it."

I sighed. "Fine…"

He closed the door behind him, taking me into his arms. "Does it really taste that good that you have to run like that?"

"I don't know if you would like it since you're not a sweets kind of guy." I looked up at him, a little more aware of the hand that was on my cheek. It felt so warm against my skin, that I leaned slightly into his touch. I still had the taste of it on my tongue, though it seemed to make my tongue all the more velvety as I licked my lips. "Want a taste?"

He was taken aback by that request, knowing he was usually the one to incite such moves first. But he chuckled, leaning in. "How can I ever resist you?" His lips found mine, full of passion and teasing as he changed angles every time he kissed me.

It was stoking a fire within me, my fingers clutching at his haori as I parted my lips to invite him in.

Deeper and deeper, the kiss went, his tongue stroking mine to taste the chocolate I had eaten. I felt almost feverish, weak in the knees as I leaned against him for more of his kisses. I couldn't help but mewl, a hunger growing inside of me. 

His hands pulled me flush to him, making me much more aware of his strong, muscular body against me, fitting so perfectly. His kisses always set me on fire, not wanting to be away from him, craving him, wanting to be pressed naked against him as he kissed me– 

He pulled back before that thought finished itself, my cheeks flushed and my lips swollen from how he kissed me. 

I want more… My lips quivered in thought of where else I could feel his lips.

"What’s wrong? You’re blushing quite a bit.” He was close, so close that I swear our breaths were mingling. “What are you thinking about?”

I wasn't thinking about how we probably had work to do. I wasn't thinking about what time of day it was. I was thinking about this handsome man on top of me, making love to me. My body seemed to move on its own, slipping my hands under his haori. "Hideyoshi…"

His hands went to stop me. "What's wrong?"

Oh, those big wonderful hands that knew how to touch me. "I need… I need… you…" I purred out, my fingers moving higher to be ready to take off the material no matter how much I adored it and the warmth it held. I was losing myself, my needy expression reflecting in those golden eyes.

He took out the chocolate, giving it a once over as if to confirm I ate only two large squares. "Are you sure you only ate two?"

I wanted to whine. I wanted to be frustrated at his question, but instead, I grabbed the chocolate out of his hands to throw it aside. "Hideyoshi, you're not being fair right now…"

"What makes you say that?"

"You always want to give me something when I never want it. But now that I want something, you’re doubting me and you won't give it to me…" I didn't care that I was playing dirty. It was getting harder to ignore the ache I felt. For once, I was showing him I wanted something and I could see that conflict in his eyes that he wanted to give in to me, or pull away because of some other reason. My skin felt like it was on fire, burning even more under his gaze.

"You–" His attempts to protest died out as his lips came crashing down on mine, like he was surrendering to me. I was overwhelmed by the passion of his kiss, my feet staggering their way back before he picked me up and carried me to the futon.

Automatically, my legs and arms wrapped around him, his lips coming crashing down on mine. I was tugging at his clothing, his swords abandoned as layer by layer, the man I loved was becoming bare to me. His lips found my neck, my moans and mewls sounding louder than before. I felt so sensitive, needy as I breathed out his name. “H-Hideyoshi… p-please...” I begged.

His lips were hot as they sealed around my bare breast, making me arch up off the futon. 

We were in private now, and it meant that I could be as loud as I wanted to be. I was exposing every bit of myself to him, a shiver running through my body at how he whispered my name. I nearly clawed at his shoulders as he ran lower and lower, my body arching to meet his lips everywhere it could manage. I whimpered when I felt him at my thighs, marking me with his teeth that my hips quivered. “D-Don’t tease me…”

“You’re so sensitive today…” he murmured, his breath fanning against my folds. He was an erotic vision between my thighs like this, looking back at me with his smouldering golden eyes. He took me by my legs, pulling me close and set me over his shoulders, leaving me helpless against the futon as his tongue found me.

My world had tipped upside down as my head fell back in pleasure, my noises paying no heed to anyone who could possibly hear us. My hips quivered, my heels digging into the indents of his back, begging for more.

Just when I thought it couldn’t feel any better than this, I felt the intrusion of his tongue spread my folds and take me apart as he explored me on the inside. The hums he made sent vibrations against my walls, my toes curling. I couldn’t think anymore. I couldn’t refrain, my skin flushing in desire as he tasted me over and over again.

He let me have that moment to myself, where my pleasure crashed over me and had me crying out with a shudder coursing through my body. His hand replaced his tongue, curling and stroking inside me as he moved upwards, and I was weak, mewling at the sensations. His own cheeks were flushed, looking down at me before he planted a soft kiss on my lips while my hands ran along his lower back. “Do you want me to stop…?” he asked me so softly.

“D-Don’t stop… p-please…”

He captured my pleas on his lips in a kiss, leaving me empty for the moment that he came prodding at me without any guidance of his hands. His hips held strong, pushing his length into me bit by bit and he followed my lips as my head started to tip back at how amazing it felt to be full with him. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated in me, my body trembling as he groaned against my lips.

I couldn’t help my walls fluttering and clenching around him. My release came just from being filled, leaving me to whimper into our kiss. My legs wound around his waist once more, pleading, begging for him.

“Damn…” he breathed against my lips, bringing his own down to my neck once more.

I lost every capacity to think of anything but him as he filled me over and over again, taking me as I begged and my nails dragged along his back, crying out his name. The way he shifted his angle that I nearly lost my breath, my body shaking as he hit that one spot that had me seeing stars. I had lost count of how many times I had orgasmed, my body all too sensitive to his movements.

His hands gripped my hips, pinning me down to prevent me from moving so he could give me all the pleasure I craved right then and there.

I had nearly lost myself when I felt his thrusts slow to pull out nearly to the tip before filling me to the brim that I shuddered. His length was twitching inside me, my vision clouded like I could  hardly focus on him. “H-Hideyoshi…” My voice was airy and high in tone, so caught in the pleasure that he brought to me. 

“I-I’m close…” he groaned out, burying his face in the crook of my neck. It was like he was having a hard time maintaining himself, and I was honestly surprised that he had been able to hold out despite the many orgasms I had clamping down on him. 

Suddenly, the pace he had been going at had been abandoned as his movements became uncoordinated, desperate as my walls hugged his length, caressing every curve and vein of him until neither of us could take anymore. We both cried out as he filled me to the brim with his length, forehead touching mine as his hips bucked in desperation to make sure he was deep inside, emptying every bit of himself inside me.

I was trembling even more at the fact that he was filling me this way, my cheeks so flushed as we finally opened our eyes to look at each other. 

His hand reached down to brush my hair out of my face, looking down at me with love mixed with concern. “Are you okay…?” he asked softly. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

I felt satiated and happy, smiling up at him. “I’m fine. I’ve just never had that many…”

“I think we need to get Ieyasu to check that chocolate. That’s more aphrodisiac than I would’ve expected after two pieces.” He chuckled and leaned in to kiss my temple, only to groan when my walls involuntarily clenched around him. “... Later.”

“Mhm. Later,” I purred, moving up to press myself against him in an effort to roll on top.

His hands slid down to my hips, our breaths hitched  as I straddled him with his length still inside me for our second round of many for tonight.

By the time night had fallen, Nobunaga was sitting with his jar of konpeito in hand while Mitsuhide was delivering a report.

“Do I dare to question how you managed to withhold a jar and eat it in plain sight, my Lord? It won’t be long before Hideyoshi comes barging in here to stop you.” Mitsuhide asked, a brow arched in intrigue at the jar.

Nobunaga smirked. “Seeing as he never came back after chasing down our little Fireball, I don’t have to worry about him until tomorrow morning.”

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It’s Supernatural, chapter two

Chapter summary:  As Ron and Hermione grow closer, they stumble across the details of Hermione's apparent death. But more shocks await them...

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Dear Harry,

I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to write much lately; classes have gotten pretty rough. Probably something to do with it being O.W.L year. Hermione’s been really great, though; she’s really smart, and funny too! I can’t believe no-one else wants to hang around her.

But don’t tell Fred and George I said that. I’ll never hear the end of it. I’ve got enough of Ginny giggling whenever I mention Hermione. Why does everyone make such a big deal out of me having an awesome friend who happens to be a girl?

Well, anyway; we’re going to have a look through the papers this weekend, and try to find out what actually happened to her when she was alive. She doesn’t seem to have been a ghost very long, because neither Bill or Charlie ever mentioned her. But, then again, they were only at Hogwarts for two years each. Not sure how they’d be able to miss Hermione, though; she’s not very easy to forget. And not just because of being a ghost; it’s hard to get a word in edgeways half the time. Not that I mind; she’s great to talk to.

Hermione says hello because she hasn’t had the chance to meet you yet. You’ll have to visit the Hogwarts library the next time you and the Potters are in the country.

Tell your mum that her home-made biscuits are smashing; I ate half of them in one sitting!

Hope all is good with you,

Ron

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Ron and Hermione were sat around a table in a deserted section of the library. The table in front of them was covered in various books, portfolios and other current-event texts from the previous two decades.

‘It’s awfully good of you to ask your brother about it,’ Hermione said, cheerfully. The two of them were sat in a quiet corner of the library. ‘Although I hope he isn’t bothered by it.’

‘Nah, Percy loves this sort of stuff,’ Ron replied, absentmindedly. ‘He’s always been a bit of a swot. Loves knowing about everything. Top of every class.’

‘You say that like it’s a bad thing!’

Ron chuckled, his blue eyes glinting.

‘I’m just messing, Hermione,’ he said, grinning. ‘Besides, I’ve got six siblings and they’re all different as can be.’

‘Oh, yes; you mentioned them. So… Bill takes more after your mother, is that correct?’

‘Yeah, Bill’s the most human out of us. He was tipped to be prefect and head boy at Hogwarts until the vampire registration act came through.’

‘That got repealed a couple of years ago, didn’t it.’

‘Exactly; that’s why me and Ginny could stay at Hogwarts for longer than the others.’

‘And Ginny takes after Charlie, is that correct?’

‘No, the twins take after Charlie. He’s the most… vampiric of us all. Can fly and everything. That’s why he’s able to go toe-to-toe with dragons at the reserve over in Romania.’

‘Can the twins fly, then?’

Ron shook his head.

‘That’d be like giving a pair of monkeys the keys to a banana factory.’-Hermione let out a giggle at that, which made Ron smile- ‘Thankfully, they can just hover a little bit. Otherwise I would have gotten no peace growing up.’

‘Can you do that?’

‘Fly, you mean? No, but I can see in the dark,’ Ron said, quietly. As much as he loved his family, he always did feel overshadowed when it came to them. ‘I’m not really human-like or vampire-like. I’m just… me.’

Hermione leaned forward, and laid her hand softly next to Ron’s. Ron had the vague sense that her skin would be very soft if she was alive. The bushy-haired witch smiled softly at him.

‘There’s nothing wrong with being yourself, Ron.’

The two stared at each-other, and Ron felt his ears burn.

Hermione seemed to suddenly realise what she was doing, and pulled her hand away.

‘S-so…’ Ron started, clearing his throat. ‘You definitely only remember Dumbledore being headmaster?’

‘Y-yes,’ Hermione replied. ‘And always that he looked old.’

‘You must have been alive fairly recently then. Maybe during the first wizarding war? I remember hearing about students dying…’

‘Possibly; it would be nice to know how long I’ve been a ghost for.’

‘You don’t think it’ll upset you, do you?’ Ron asked, hesitantly. ‘I mean, finding out about you being alive?...’

‘I don’t think so,’ Hermione said, thoughtfully. ‘I suppose I won’t know until I find out.’

‘Okay, but let me know if you feel you don’t want to find out. I’m not gonna force you.’

Hermione nodded.

Taking heart from this, Ron pulled open the 1992 compilation portfolio for The Daily Prophet.

‘Isn’t that a bit too late?’ Hermione asked.

‘The way I see it, a Hogwarts student dying probably didn’t make the news during the first war,’ Ron explained, as he rifled through the pages. ‘There was enough fear around; the ministry used to cover up a lot of stuff so the public wouldn’t be scared.’

‘So, you think my death might have been reported after the war ended?’

‘It’s possible. At least we have your first name to go on. That, and you being a Gryffindor student.’

Ron swept over the pages, his eyes darting from article to article.

‘Anything?’

‘Something about Peter Pettigrew turning up alive in Plymouth… the Weird Sisters second album getting bad reviews… Cornelius Fudge in a publicity shot with the Muggle Prime Minister…’

‘Thatcher…’ Hermione said, looking a little confused. ‘Why do I suddenly feel angry?’

‘Don’t worry; people in Ottery St Catchpole used to say the same… thing...’

Ron trailed off, staring down at another article that was on the next page.

‘What?’

‘Hogwarts student attacked by basilisk… the ministry is deeply saddened to announce that… that…’

Hermione stared down at the page, her eyes widening.

‘That… H-Hermione Granger, muggle-born Gryffindor student… was found d-dead just outside the Hogwarts library…’

Ron looked up, his skin paler than ever, and his eyes beginning to swim with tears.

‘R-Ron,’ Hermione whispered, reaching out to him. ‘Please don’t cry…’

‘S-sorry,’ Ron mumbled, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. ‘This was a bad idea; I s–shouldn’t have…’

‘No, it’s fine, honestly,’ Hermione said, earnestly. ‘Thank you for helping me find out. Please don’t be upset-’

‘I’ve walked right past the place you died everytime I came in here!’ Ron exclaimed. ‘The place where my friend died… how could I…’

‘You didn’t know!’ Hermione shot back. ‘Wait, you consider me your friend?’

‘Course,’ Ron said, wiping his eyes.

‘Thank you, Ron,’ Hermione said. ‘I consider you my friend too.’

Ron smiled.

Suddenly, Hermione’s eyes filled with tears.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘My p-parents… I just remembered…’ Hermione sobbed. ‘Muggles can’t see ghosts, so they’ll never be able to meet me again.’

Ron leaned closer to her.

‘Hey, you can have my family. I understand if you don’t want Percy, but still…’

Hermione giggled softly.

Without thinking, Ron reached forward and put his arms around Hermione in a hug. At least, he assumed he wouldn’t be able to touch her.

But he did.

While she wasn’t as solid as most ghosts were, she seemed to have a certain solid-ness that prevented Ron’s arms from going straight through her.

‘How… what…?’

The two of them stared at each-other in shock.

‘You’re… but ghosts can’t be touched by humans…’

‘B-because they’re the imprint of a departed soul. Being still slightly solid means… means…’

‘You didn’t die completely?’

‘I don’t know. How… how is that even possible?

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Several hundred miles away, in a private ward in St Mungos’, two healers were making their rounds. They stopped next to a bed surrounded by a curtain.

‘This is one of our most peculiar cases,’ the senior healer explained to their junior. ‘That’s why we keep them separate from all of the other long-term patients.’

Pulling the curtain across, the senior healer checked the potions that were being administered by a drip to the patient.

‘Poor girl,’ the younger healer said, sadly.

The senior healer nodded in mute agreement.

‘She’s been like this for several years now. Some sort of magically-induced coma. We’ve been unable to help her regain consciousness, but all we can do is make sure she’s comfortable and safe until she wakes up via her own accord.’

The bushy-haired girl slept on, her chest lightly rising and falling as if in deep slumber.  

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Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it; I’m planning on posting the next chapter tomorrow, so stay tuned!