#Hm. Much to ponder... where are my orbs.

[vanteguccir]

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　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N has had a crush on Matt for years but hid her feelings out of fear. She just didn't expect Matt to feel the same way about her.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The sounds of random music and different audio from TikTok echoed through the four walls of Matt's room.

The brunette was lying in the center of his double bed, his torso lightly supported on the headboard, above his fluffy pillow, while his right arm was half raised and supported on the bed by his elbow.

His hand held his phone up tightly while his thumb scrolled through the screen, double-clicking on it every now and then, liking some videos. His left hand was on Y/N's back, who was in her favorite and most comfortable position; on top of Matt.

Y/N had her body lying completely on the boy's body, her chest pressed against his while her legs rested against the mattress and between Matt's open ones. Her head was lying on his left shoulder, right in the crook of his neck, her hair tickling his jaw and chin every time she moved it, sometimes to watch one of the videos, but mostly just to admire his features.

The girl had a huge crush on Matt and that wasn't news to anyone. Although she never talked about it, everyone saw the way she acted around him through her body language - that spoke louder than any words could -, except Matt himself.

But he wasn't the only oblivious one among the two. Although he didn't make his years-long crush on the girl so apparent as she did - even while trying not to -, he liked her just as much.

Y/N watched Matt's varying reactions closely and attentively to each different video, her eyes scanning his features carefully, getting lost in each line of expression. Her pupils carried a glow that only appeared when she looked at him, shining bright.

Her right hand was raised over Matt's cheek, her fingertips lightly caressing his smooth skin, tracing every line she could see, and the ones she couldn't too - she had all of them already memorized and embedded in her mind.

She was completely sure that Matt was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen; every trait and habit of his captivated her, as much as his aura, which was so calm and sincere that it made her want to never leave his side again. Just the thought made her smile like a fool, and the gesture didn't go unnoticed by the brunette.

"Why are you smiling like that, hm? You're not even watching the TikToks." Matt asked, his voice came out slightly hoarse from lack of use and the laziness that hugged his body like a light blanket, caused by the extremely comfortable and warm position.

"Hm? Nothing, I'm just thinking." Y/N smiled shyly, lowering her gaze, suddenly feeling small under the boy's gaze.

"Want to talk about it?" Matt frowned in a mix of curiosity and concern, locking the screen of his phone and throwing it aside, focusing fully on the girl above him.

“I just…" Y/N paused, a sigh escaping her mouth before her teeth caught her bottom lip in a light grip, mentally pondering whether she should answer him truthfully or not.

Matt remained silent, looking at her with a calming gaze, an almost imperceptible smile on his lips, passing her security and comfort.

The low, yellow lights of Matt's room illuminated him perfectly, kissing his skin so that it glowed, his most beautiful features standing out, taking the girl's breath away. Without even realizing it, her mouth opened slightly in awe, losing her trail of thoughts as her orbs traveled over the boy's little details.

The way his longs eyelashes caressed his own cheeks every time he blinked made her want to pass her fingers over them, while his roguish smile pulled light wrinkles at the corner of his lips, that seeming to call out for Y/N's lips.

"I just like your face." The whisper escaped her mouth before her mind even processed what she was about to say, the tips of her fingers gently caressing the space between his eyebrows, running down the bridge of his nose slowly.

Her eyes automatically widened in surprise a few seconds after hearing her own voice utter the words she had never before planned to even say out loud, her movements stopping abruptly.

Matt's calming smile turned into an amused one, his blue eyes traveling over the small reactions Y/N's features displayed in response. He slightly lifted his chin up, touching the tip of his nose to the tip of Y/N's fingers, which she had lightly moved away from his skin after getting the shock of reality.

"I mean, I don't like your face- no, wait, I do, it's beautiful for you, every detail fits you perfectly, I just-"

Matt rolled his eyes playfully before slightly lifting his torso, sealing his lips over Y/N's gently, shushing her instantly. A surprised sound escaped the girl's throat, her mind racing at high speed, trying to process what was happening before finally giving in.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, her right hand - which was previously caressing the skin of Matt's face - traveled to the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the curly strands, massaging the area lightly, eliciting a nasal sigh from him.

The brunette's warm tongue caressed her bottom lip momentarily, asking for entrance, which was quickly granted. Their tongues intertwined in an infectious dance.

Y/N's left palm rested on Matt's chest, lifting her upper body slightly, generating more access to the kiss. Matt's hands squeezed her waist, his thumb running under the fabric of her t-shirt, caressing the warm skin of her bare hip gently.

When the air ran out, Matt slowly pulled away, his blue eyes analyzing Y/N's reactions closely. A smile stretched across his cheeks when he saw her eyes still closed, her lips parted as she pushed her chin forward slightly, searching for his touch blindly.

"I like your face too."

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[starleska]

[stepping over the picket fence from my backyard into your backyard, like I’ve learnt anything about Despicable Me or Maxime since my last ask besides it is, indeed, the masc “le Mal” and not the feminine “la Mal”]

Hi, hey, howdy, don't worry about getting to this ask quickly or replying or anything, you take care of yourself, do what you need to do, do what you want to do 💕 I'm going on a thought experiment, a couple of thought experiments. <3 

but I was pondering my orb or taking a four hour nap or whatever you wanna call it and like. Is flustered, needy Maxime a new concept???? Not something that’s been greatly considered????? Bc tbh, he always gave me those vibes. For some reason. Like “Oh yeah, of COURSE he’s clingy and embarrassed and blushy and etc etc”. I’m not even sure why I was so sure but it just felt right. 💖 Surely…I wasn’t…projecting any type of …”personal biases” upon himAHEM so sorry, allergies. 

That big coat is for hiding and he totally can just, dissappear in there and hide from the world. He could pull the coat up and his head in and hope he can cover how read his face is. Like don't look at him rn, he's so vulnerable and uncomfortable about it bc he's used to being so big and impervious, but also don't go away, bc he likes you sm and this is so nice and he loves being adored. But also it's so much!!!!!!!!! Vicious cycle.

I'm a Blushy Needy Maxime truther. Or liar. I'll leave it to the people who've actually seen the movie to decide. Just the bigger the ego, the harder they fall, thats what I always say. Don't fact check that. 

What do you reckon flusters him most? Nice words? Physical affection? Teasing? Gifts? All of the above? I feel like it could be anything. 👀 or maybe it’s none of the above. 

Maybe I underestimate him, maybe he's got better composure than I assume, but every set of armor has a weakness! Anyone can get flustered, Maxime can get flustered, and tbh he probably should get flustered. Where there’s a will there’s a way! …Maybe Valentina would help. Either way I KNOW THAT GUY IS GETTING FLUSTERED I know it 

Accidentally a little overboard with the teasing and flustering and he gets all in a huff, giving the cold shoulder. You gotta say you’re sorry and wrap your arms around him, and in an ideal world he’d hold strong to his grudge until he felt you’ve paid your dues, but he can’t help but melt into your embrace. He compromises, turning back to you, burying his still-hot face into you and refusing to look at you instead. His arms tight around you, not letting you go even long after you assume all is well. His ire is still on you, you know! You owe him a lot for all that trouble you put him through! And besides, he still feels lightheaded from all this blood rushing to his face. You must let him stay in your soft, supportive embrace for just a moment longer. You wouldn’t turn him out now, would you? After you did this to him?  For shame. 

(He is Not intending to let you go anytime soon, he is making up all the excuses)

…hm…I may be talking in circles and not saying much of anything. I also feel like I’ve Greatly Exposed myself today. I gotta go disinfect my ear piercings…I gotta wash my neckties….I gotta refill my mint essential oil diffuser to keep away…the….the bugs…ahem…I gotta make a Pokémon team for Normal Reasons. 

I'm also once again coming to you cold, literally standing next to an actual oven for warmth like a Victorian child when my jacket is on a chair literally just one Maxime away. I’ve Got to GO. I CANT KEEP BEING LET OUT OF CONTAINMENT LIKE THIS. Thank you for listening to my TEDTalk/hostage situation. If anyone asks, I was never here. Take care, you’re great <3 

[Runs away, jumping fences like I committed a crime here.]

not you dropping an entire three course meal and dessert into my askbox, á la mode!!!!!!! 🙈💖💖 for someone who claims they don't know anything about Maxime, you certainly have put a lot of thought into this message...😉

you know, at the time you sent this ask I would've said that flustered, needy Maxime is a new concept, but we've had an amazing wave of art for him over the past week and there's so much of him being all cute and blushy 🙈🙈💖💖 i think it's that he is so easily angered and hates being called cute…he's total fluster-bait!!! we NEED to make him blush 🥺 AAAAA ohhh my god the idea of him wrapping his coat around himself and hiding is so soft!!!! no no you are SO onto something because Maxime is so horribly arrogant and confident, he's a bully who loves the spotlight and desperately wants attention…so wouldn't it be interesting to finally hit that sweet spot and get him wanting to hide? i really do think overt affection like that would make him curl up, and if you did it in a pointed enough way, his face would light up like a traffic light 🥰💖 i think that Maxime is probably really unprepared for anyone who is able to match his energy. he's looking down at you all heavy-lidded, boasting about himself and casually belittling you, but you shoot back with a well-aimed flirtation and it just. hits him like a truck. his cheeks warm, he starts to stammer. he desperately tries to recover, but he's actually looking for an out because he needs to find somewhere to breathe and quiet his beating heart 👀💖 YOU ARE CORRECT Valentina would so get involved!!! you've probably seen us talk about Valentina a bit before, and our wishes that she'd had more dialogue/character development in the movie…but two things that are very canon about Valentina is that she loves cute things, and she also thinks MAXIME is really cute 👉👈 i am certain that behind closed doors those two lavish all kinds of attention on each other, and Valentina turns Maxime tomato-red every time!!!! squealing no no no please don't be embarrassed i LOVE this!!!! gahhhh i adore that quick possessive flip from being so embarrassed and curling in on himself to it being something where he desperately wants to keep you, he can't let you go…!!! oh, my heart 😳😳😳 it's going to sound so silly given all of the stuff i've made for Maxime and being a selfshipper but i adore him so much that i STILL get so incredibly squirmy even trying to imagine any degree of one-on-one discussion with him, let alone contact…!!!! it's taken me a week to answer this ask for exactly that reason 🙈💖 so THANK YOU for fueling my brain i am going to chew through my hoodie sleeves now 😳😳😳 cackles. are we both sufficiently dead now? did you manage to do all of those convenient excuse-related things (including making the Pokémon team which i would LOVE to hear about)? 👀 it's OKAY lovely, open yourself up!!! there are no rules when it comes to loving characters - who says we can't adore many at once?! 🥰 thank you for always sending the loveliest, most interesting asks!! i've been mulling over this one for a hot minute and it's really, really cheered me up after a tough month, so big big hugs 🫂💖💖

[venllari]

help didjtnsee you responed to my ask.. the whole cast ig but more specifically vbs

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OUG sorry ive been pondering on my orb bout these.. (no i havent who am i kidding)

okay. below cut. (vbs are in red!):

ichi:

DEF into some sorta petplay. maybe power dynamic? ALSO COSPLAY SEX!!!!! or not in terms of miku but wtv 😅 shes also toooootally got off to one of those 18+ asmr audio videos u camt fight me on that...

saki:

hm.. feel like shes v vanilla but also Very into degredation... feel like she would thrive under being called a nasty slut

hnm:

SHE. IS SOOOOOO SO SO INTO PETPLAY ITS INSANNNEEEEE trsut me uhmmmm.. just trust me. okay. im. under her bed 😁 that dog card werent for nothin.

shi:

uhmmmm,, idk. i feel like he would be into freaky shit but also sumn like i think he would like being collared. like generally but also very much in public!!?

l/n as a whole very very into somno as well they alllllll fucked eachother while asleep at some point im gnna be so fr.

mnr:

IDK... i think shes also super vanilla.. but i think she would be into cosplay sex too! like.. not as heavy as ichi but def into it.. shes had phone sex w hrk (hrk helped her get off)

hrk:

do u think shes had sex. in general? :( she would turn her penguins heads away from her bed when she even dares Think sumn dirty. very very ace to me no thoughts...

air:

OH MY GODDDDDD SHE IS INSANE ABOUT BITING. that fang does wonders to peoples (enas, szks, hnmis, mfys, mzks) necks. :) anyway sorry im insane abt it too. gives a lot of hickeys

szk:

i think she walked in on 2 girls in miya girls (one of them doesnt even go there (it was mafuena)) fucking nasty style in the bathroom and kinda awkwardly asked to join in.. anyway mfszen poly yuri sex agenda in ur face BOOM BOOM BOOM POW!!!!!!!!!!!

mmj dont get a lot of time off but god when they do the sex is CRAZY😭🙏

khn:

oh my goddd SHE TOTALLY HAS SOME SORTA POWER THING W AN. hear me outtt. she totally lets an wreck her and then calls her a naughty girl and god an Crumbles. they cant keep it up after the other cums but they are so crazy yuri me oh my

an:

she had sex w mzk on the roof once and she does not regret skipping that home eco class for her LIFE.

akt:

uh.. i think ena caught him jackin it once and they have kept it a secret ever since but she blackmails him with it.

ty:

again, very ace to me! dont think he would explore much.. he has 9 inches tho.

CRAAAAAAAZY KHANAKT SEX INBOUNDDDDD!!!!!

i dont think abt wonsho that much sorry. they are spared from the Horny Touch.

anyway! knd:

shes fucked herself on call before (muted (not. she forgot to.))

mfy:

got called a good boy once accidentally and nearly came. mzk teased him for a good 10 minutes after before dropping it :3

en:

SHE HAS DONE NAAAAASTY THINGS W THEM PAINT BRUSHES. trust me im her water cup :) okay!

mzk:

by god where do i start. they meowed once and kanade Literally pounced on her ass. (she couldnt walk properly for the rest of the day. what she is up to you (both of them))

[tsaritza-mika]

BG3 Shorties

I've written a few of these, but this is the only one that's ready to go for post. These fics are longer than drabbles, but don't feel long enough to be one-shots, so I'm just calling them 'Shorties'. Hope you enjoy! Summary: A strategic discussion during Act 1, after having taken out 2 of the 3 Goblin Leaders. Halsin still needs saving, but while the others look at supplies, Gale's thoughts wander Warnings: None Named Tav: Mika Suggested Listening: Seven Nation Army - VoicePlay feat. Anthony Gargiula (acapella cover) After The Drow Fell

The stench of Goblin permeated every inch of the dilapidated Selune temple they had made their base. So much so that Mika doubted if the orb in Gale's chest wouldn't be able to wipe the smell would clear quite so easily with how he'd described the resulting explosion. It wasn’t as if she’d never been around Goblins; that would have been particularly impressive during the time she’d lived on the streets of the Gate’s lower city, but these specific Goblins... Not only were they attempting to slaughter everyone who didn’t bow to this apparent new god called ‘The Absolute’, but the fact that if they succeeded and tore a bloody swath through the Grove, that they had the leadership to go even further. Of course, that possibility was getting slimmer by the minute, seeing as she and her other companions had already taken out two of them.

The only one left was the supposed ‘Goblin King’, Dror Razglin. From what they had glimpsed on the way back to see Minthara, it was now a question of whether or not they would be enough to take him out, or if it would be wiser to locate and release First Druid Halsin. The x-factor of course being that they had no idea the current health of the First Druid, and if he would be able and ready to assist in fighting his way out of captivity or not. Either way, he would be freed soon, but if he was able to assist, that could possibly give them the added edge when dealing with so many goblins all at once. But they would finish considering that after looking through their bags to see what everyone had available. “Hm, okay, I have a few acid arrows, some poison, a few scrolls...ugh, one health potion...”

Shadowheart frowned as she went through her own bag, not liking their chances the more they realized they didn’t have. “I’ve got a few spell scrolls that could be useful, a few possibly useful potions... I’m afraid that’s all that’s left; and we’ve already been going for a while today, I’m greatly limited in my spells right now...” 

“Let me guess, most would be your healing spells...”

“Unfortunately. Killing that giant phase spider and its brood took a lot of magic to keep us all going.”

“Shit, I was worried about that... Astarion, what have you got?”

“Similar to Shadowheart, but I’ve also got a single revival scroll, and... three power bombs.”

“Well that’s something...”

“Not enough to gamble my life on, dear. If I can put in my two copper, darling, since you’re so set on doing so, freeing the Druid first is looking like our best option, possibly injured or otherwise.”

“As much as I am loath to say it, Astarion may be right, Mika. If the First Druid is even in half good health, with how those at the Grove spoke of him, he’d still likely be a force to be welcomed.”

“Why Shadowheart, did you just agree with me?”

“Don’t get used to it, Astarion.” Giggling softly at the two, Mika turned to look over where Gale had seated himself, raising a brow at the curious look on his face.

“Gale? You still with us?”

“Oh! Ah, yes, yes of course I am. Apologies, I was merely drifting in thought.”

“Copper for your thoughts?”

“Well, I uh, I was merely pondering, if you don’t mind my asking of course-”

“While they’re still young would be nice, Gale...”

“Astarion!”

“What, it’s true!”

“Both of you, shush! You can argue when we get back alive!” Shaking her head at the two, Mika looked back over to Gale, nodding when he was free to continue.

“As I was getting to it, I was simply curious about when you had been speaking with the Drow earlier. I realize now that the entire exchange was meant to deceive her, of course, but I couldn’t help but also notice that it felt as if something else had seemed to anger you greatly. As I am, in the presence of two Elves and a Half Elf, I was merely wondering if perhaps it is something of a racial slur toward those of Elven blood by calling you a uh, a ‘Faerie’ as it were.”

Blinking at the question, Mika was a little surprised it had been obvious to anyone at all, especially since she hadn’t planned on allowing Minthara to slaughter those in the Grove anyway. Though really, seeing as she had been able to pick up on Shadowheart's worries about the artifact being discovered on her person via the tadpole, she shouldn't have been so surprised.  “You really noticed that, Gale?”

“There was nothing of note when she forced our minds to link up, surely, but your form seemed to become far more rigid than usual.”

“Hm? Been staring at our darling leader’s alluring figure a bit much, Gale?”

“Eh! Absolutely not!”

Rolling her eyes at him, Mika playfully smacked Astarion’s shoulder with a half-pout, “I can’t speak for everyone here, Gale, but as far as I’m aware, it’s only meant as an insult if it's presented that way.”

“Ah, I see. That’s good to-”

“Besides, if anyone treats those in our group, or myself as anything beneath them, I will readily and painfully spill every drop of their blood and dance upon their corpse.” Everyone seemed to pause in shock at that. The young, sweet Elven woman that had brought them all together and led them so far, the same one who sang softly and played her violin by the fire before bed, had just vowed a painful death upon those who would threaten or mistreat them. 

The mere promise of her wrath and retribution on behalf of the rest of them, or for herself, in one normally so bright and hopeful, somehow that was more frightening than any of the Goblin hordes beyond their shadowy corner. Still in a bit of shock, the three of them watched as Mika let out a calming breath, running a hand through the messy waves of her pale, ash-blond hair as she stood and shrugged on her bag. “Anyway, getting back to the task at hand, I feel I must agree; we should free Halsin before we finish clearing this place out. Let’s get going, I’d like to pick up some of that extra explosive power before we make any moves and locate his holding cell.”

Following her lead, Shadowheart and Astarion packed up and stood as Gale stumbled to his feet, still reeling after such a display. “Oh my, who would have ever guessed our sweet, darling little Mika was so...fiery...”

“Focus Astarion...”

“Oh but I am... In fact I have my eyes on every delicious inch...”

[kotonoba]

Daybreak (Madara/Fem!Reader) Ch. 7

Y’all are going to hate me. I'm sorry I disappeared on you guys, school was very -- still very overwhelming for me. I'll try to get back on somewhat of a schedule.

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Heavy panting, a burning sensation filled your lungs as you ran and cried for your brother. Your eyes burned as you pushed your heavy legs to run again – you grasped onto your ragged clothes over your chest as you staggered through the winding road. No light illuminated your path as your feet faltered to touch the ground, hitting the blood-stained road; you tried to get up but were only pinned back onto the floor. A haunting voice cackled maniacally behind you on the road, stained by blood. The maniacal laughter echoed through the night, you didn’t dare to look at who the voice belonged to, but you caught the sound of a singing owl. Your eyes blurred and burned through the tears as you did your best to focus on the owl; the owl was joined by many others who sang in a melodic harmony, but their keen orbs were haunting. They only focused on you like the song they sang distorted into something eerie. 

“Where are ya’ lookin’ girlie?” Your eyes instantly shifted to the voice above. No face belonged to this voice; all that was within your view was the knife the vote had plunged into your thoracic; a scream choked in your throat as it was drowned by your blood gushing up from your throat. It felt like your world was quaking, a muffled call sounded in your ear, but you couldn’t catch onto the words. 

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You instantly shot up from where you lay, and the first interaction was when you slammed your forehead against someone’s chin, where you recoiled in pain, covering over your forehead, reverting to a fetal position. The person you hit grunted, turning away quickly, covering over his chin, “if you wanted me to shut up, you could have told me, Y/N,” you curled up a bit more before sitting up, rubbing your forehead to refocus on who it was; it was the raven-haired man. As you pondered his name, he noticed you looking at him before smiling a little, “Madara. My name’s Madara,” he seemed gentle in your eyes. Your eyes were drawn to the environment around you and your cats meowing for your attention.

“Where… am I? Where’s my brother?” suspicion arose quickly, was he your kidnapper this whole time, and your brother trusted him despite being so cautious of everyone he meets? You immediately tensed up, drawing yourself in more. 

“Whoa, whoa, there, there, your house was bugged, so, to keep you safe, we –” Madara paused, your eyes narrowed a little, “Hashirama and I separated you and your brother to each of our houses to keep a closer eye on you two to see how your house got bugged before you even knew it,” it took a bit, but you finally nodded. You never brought anyone home, so there was no way your house could be bugged. “Have you ever brought a friend home or something?” you shook your head quickly, “hm, I see, then why were there –” 

You interrupted his thinking process when you thought back a little more, “well… there was one time that I remember there was a stranger in the house.” you could see alert come into his obsidian orbs, gesturing you to elaborate, “a few years ago when we first moved into the house, some man came in and said he had to take a look at our AC systems because the old owners always complained about it, and he did it for free. He spent a lot of time in my brother and I’s room, not so much where the AC was kept.” you spoke softly. You always found it odd that the man would always smile at you when you peeked in to check on him, to check if he ever wanted water. 

“ –anything else?” you snapped away from your deep thinking to refocus back on Madara. His brows knitted together, “I said, did he do anything else? Like, afterward, did you see him often? Do you remember which company he came from?” accepting a cat into your lap, you hummed thoughtfully.

“After he came to my house, I see him around my school a lot, and places where I like to go with my brother… hold on, I have the business card that he dropped,” you pulled out your phone to scroll through, but your phone was nowhere to be found, “huh, where’s my–” 

“I had to throw it away. I was worried it would be bugged. Do you have your files backed up into a drive instead?” words cannot explain how much shock you were in. Sure, your house was bugged, but no one bugged your phone, right? “Better safe than sorry, you know?” a sigh escaped your lips before watching the male extend his hand out to you, “let me show you where you’ll be staying; I hope you don’t mind. It’s probably not as nice as your room, but just bear with me, is that alright?” you nodded with a smile, reaching forward to take his hand, bringing your cats with you as he leads you upstairs.

As Madara was taking his time letting you tour his house and then leading to your room where there was a door connected to Madara’s, which he explained was for your safety. You nodded, even though you didn’t think it was needed. As he described how the showers worked, you wandered over to the window. Moonlight illuminated the outside world to you. On a branch stood a barred owl. Its eyes pierce through the protection of the window, straight at you. You jumped a little when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to meet Madara’s obsidian orbs. 

“Owls aren’t so common around these areas, but I guess there are mice here for them,” he smiled at you. Your brows knitted together as the owl hooted at you. You focused back on the owl. “You know? Owls also signify death.”

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Did you guys also know that? I found a sad but calming song about owls, so I decided to use owls for this chapter. Sorry, it took so long.

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[starkermeup]

Necessary Punishment

Tony is not amused by the chaos Peter caused in his absence and gives the boy a very necessary punishment.

Or what should of happened during the Roof Scene in Homecoming.

Part One

Cross posted on AO3

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Peter was stubborn, too stubborn for his own good. The kid was too quick to play hero without having a plan or any idea what he was truly doing. Now, here they were, after Tony not only saved Peter's ass but along with everyone on the fucking Staten Island Ferry. Tony rolled his eyes as Peter tried to bullshit his way out of taking proper responsibility. Not just for the ferry but for how he so easily lied to him. Tony knew he manipulated the baby protocol, he knew about every idiotic thing Peter had done since he left him to play the "Friendly Neighborhood Spider". Needless to say, Tony wasn't impressed in the slightest.

Peter stumbled backwards as Tony emerged from his suit, his eyes widening in shock that it was Tony in the flesh this time.

"I do care kid, I gave you the suit, didn't I?" Tony says sternly and Peter's stuck in place, under his glare. "That does not give you the right to disrespect me."

"B-but Mr. Stark I-"

"No. This is where you zip it, alright? The adult is talking. You were wrong Peter. Wrong." Tony snaps sharply at the boy, causing him to shrink into himself. Tony takes another step closer.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Stark..." Peter says, still unable to meet his mentor's eyes. Tony clicked his tongue at the meager display in front of him.

"Peter," Tony starts. He grabs the boy's chin, lifting his head up and squeezes. Peter gasps but doesn't dare move. "You look me in the eyes when you address me. Christ, where's the good kid I met 3 months ago who showed the up most respect to his elders?" Tony shakes his head, convincing Peter of the severe disappointment he felt in him.

Peter looks befuddled, mouth opening and closing, changing what he wants to say at the last second. His eyes glassy as his face reddens. Tony rolled his eyes.

"You're clearly not ready for suit. You've shown that in more ways than one with your childish antics." Tony dropped Peter's chin as he spoke backing himself from the boy.

Peter immediately came to it then, pulling Tony back, clinging to him with his two fists. "No, N-no Sir please, I'm sorry, so sorry. I won't do it again just please don't take the suit, I'm nothing without it..." Peter babbled on, clutching Tony for dear life.

"If you're nothing without it, then you don't deserve it." Tony said simply, watching the boy's resolve crumble before his eyes. "I can't believe you would do this, to think you would disrespect me after all I've done for you..."

"Mr. Stark, please I'm sorry, I really am. I'm sorry I took off the protocol but-" Peter halted himself, words dying in his throat, realizing he was trying to defend his actions again. "Please Sir, just don't be disappointed in me. I just wanted to be like you. Y-you're my hero..." Peter's eyes were wet as tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Apparently, expressing disappoint in the boy was his weak spot.

Tony stares at the boy with a unreadable gaze for a long moment before speaking. "You need to be taught a lesson for being so naughty and inconsiderate of others' feelings Peter and you're gonna get it right now. Get on your knees." Tony says sternly.

Peter hesitates for a moment, but he crumbles under Tony's ever so present gaze, keeping his head down. "Eyes on me and I won't tell you again." Tony says with an edge to his voice. It has Peter shaking with anticipation. Vivid flashbacks of the last time Mr. Stark told him to get on his knees come to mind. The limo ride home that had ended with Peter showing his gratification by sucking his mentor's cock while Mr. Stark praised him then jerked him off. It had been... amazing and Peter would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about it since it happened. It was apart of the reason why he wanted to see Mr. Stark so bad and why he threw himself into his little investigation, something to distract him from how bad he wanted Tony, how bad he wanted his cock buried down his throat again. The constant thought made itself known in Peter's head all the time as if to make sure he didn't imagine the whole thing.

The older man steadied his jaw, brushing his finger lightly against the boy's lips. "See Pete, that's the problem. You don't know when to shut this pretty mouth of yours and just listen." He dips his thumb into the boy's mouth which earns him a whimper. "But don't worry, I know just what bad boys need."

Tony held Peter's head in place while he used the other to undo his pants, Peter was rendered speechless. His breath hitched as Tony's semi hard cock came into his sight. Just as big and thick and in control like Mr. Stark, just as Peter remembered. He gaps at the twitching rod, mouth watering in anticipation.

"Keep your mouth open like that, perfect." Tony says, tracing his finger alongside Peter's mouth. "Now listen closely Peter. I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours and you're gonna take it then thank me like the good obedient boy I know you can be, understand?" He's petting Peter's hair again and the boy can't help but lean into it.

"Yes Mr. Stark," Peter says as calm as he can, keeping eye contact with Tony this time, shivering from his mentor's words. He doesn't have a chance to say more, because Tony shoves his cock balls deep in his mouth in one go. Peter gags as his brown eyes widen, still staring at the older man. Tony uses the debauched sight in front of him as fuel to go faster. He holds Peter's curls tight, working himself in and out at a punishing pace.

Peter whines while Tony abuses his mouth and tries gripping the man's thighs for some leverage but Tony's moving so fast it's hard to hold on. He ends up placing his hands in his own lap and tries to focus on his breathing as Tony fucks his mouth.

"Fuck, look at you Peter. Your fucking mouth is like a flesh hole, the way you keep sucking me down like this. You must feel so guilty for disappointing me hm?" Tony says and Peter can't do anything but hum against the hot cock brutalizing his throat.

Tony keeps fucking his throat and the boy is almost able to completely bliss out from it. The fast rhythm was easy to follow once Peter focused on sucking cock, his throat feeling numb as Mr. Stark hit the back of his mouth every time. Closing his eyes, it was pleasant to let Tony use him as he pleased. It felt good being used like this, even though this was suppose to be his punishment, he felt his own cock throbbing hard in his suit.

Then Tony slams the boy's mouth balls deep on his cock. The pubic hair on Tony's groin tickles Peter's nose and he feels tears blur his vision. His mentor's cock was well down his esophagus. Peter lets out a strangled moan but Tony doesn't move, instead admiring the sight. The boy stares up at him with pleading wet orbs, his heart pounding hard in his chest as his cock throbs almost violently.

"Peter you're doing so good, but maybe a little too good. Perhaps this is what you wanted all along..." Tony ponders, lavishing in how the boy's throat contracts around him, can't help moving his hips a little at the tight sensation. "Was it? Is that why you lied to me and made stupid choices Parker? You wanted me to use your slutty mouth again. Isn't that right?" Tony asks and he must realize that Peter can't actually reply but that doesn't stop the boy from whining helplessly. He pulls back slowly, watching Peter's puffy lips come into view. "I said, isn't that right? And don't you dare think about lying to me again, you naughty boy."

Peter feels drunk from the speed of the throat fucking and his eyes are bloodshot from the tears filling out, yet he never felt so turned on before in him life, this topped everything, even the ride home. He knows Tony is waiting for his answer and he was never one to keep him waiting. So he clears his throat but his voice still comes out gravely. "Y-yes, I'm sorry for being immature Mr. Stark. Forgive me," Peter says, barely recognizing his own wrecked voice. He reaches out and strokes his mentor's length while looking up with what he thinks, is an apologetic expression.

Tony stares back amused, his eyes lower. He rubs the tip of his cock against the boy's swollen lips. "Oh baby, you're not immature, just a little cockstupid but that, that we can work with." Tony says almost adoringly, Peter's heart swoons in his chest and his cock leaks in his suit at the return of the nickname. Could it be Mr. Stark had forgiven him? Tony shoves his cock back into the welcoming mouth to the hilt and resumes his hard motions.

"That's it, baby, fucking take it." Tony mutters and Peter wants to be his baby, wants to be Tony's baby so bad, he's sick with it. Being calling baby by Tony gives him the encouragement to roll his tongue on the underside of older man's cock, which earns him a groan.

Tony tightens his hold of Peter's curls, aiming his cock directly down the boy's throat. It felt divine. He didn't originally planned for this to happen again but Peter, sweet little Peter in the suit he made him, making a mess of the city just for his attention was too much. And those innocent bambi eyes he gave Tony as he was told off was too good. He looked so small and vulnerable that Tony had it set in his mind that he was gonna have the boy on his knees again and this punishment was the perfect excuse to fuck Peter's inexperienced mouth like he wanted to in the limbo. And thank god, because Tony was slowly getting addicted to having his little spiderling like this, on his knees sucking his cock with that jailbait mouth like he was born for it. Another roll of Peter's tongue has Tony stuttering his hips and moving them in quick small thrusts in and out.

"I'm gonna come down your throat now," Tony states, leaving no more for objection. "And you're gonna be a good boy and swallow ever last drop okay? Good boys take their punishment with dignity and pride. Be a good boy for me." Tony shoves into Peter until he was nesting against his pelvis. The warmth and tightness became to much just then, feeling himself come down the teen's throat.

Tony's thick cock was lodged down his throat so deep, all Peter can do is swallow the hot spurts of cum over and over. Having Mr. Stark use his mouth like a whore had him so turned on, he can barely breathe, his own cock straining in his suit. He moans helplessly as his idle hands travel down to grip his hard on.

But one look at Peter and Tony knows. In one swift motion, he pulls his softening cock from the boy's mouth and grabs his hands above his head.

"Who says you get to come, hm? This is your punishment Petey, you don't get to have your release. You haven't earned it. " Mr. Stark says in an as a matter of fact way and Peter wants to cry. He sniffles, he never been this hard before in his life. What did Mr. Stark need from him? To give back the suit? A another apology? For him to beg to come? In that moment Peter would of done anything. There's no point in getting off if it's not with Mr. Stark, not anymore.

Peter's eyes are filled with arousal and sweet devotion. His lips puffy and red. It fills Tony with a sinful desire. Peter was far too easy like this. "I'm waiting Mr. Parker." Peter furrows his eyebrows together until it hits him and he manages to understand what the man wanted. He licked his lips before staring at his mentor.

"T-thank you Sir for letting me suck your dick," Peter says and the words feel foreign on his lips. Tony nods, pleased.

"Since you were such a good fuckhole for me, I think you deserve a little reward." Tony presents his right leg to Peter, moving it between the teen's spread thighs. "You can come but only by humping my leg." Peter's eyes widen at the realization of the man's words. He looks down at the roof, feeling humiliated and the undeniable throb of his confined cock.

"Are you going to take me up on it then? Gonna take your treat?" Tony purrs, petting Peter's curls. Peter's throat feels rubbed to hell so he nods at the man but Tony tsks in displeasure. "Use your words baby."

"P-please lemme get my treat M-Mr. Stark. I'm a good boy," Peter babbles, not recognizing the broken voice he hears. Tony smiles at him satisfied.

The New York sunset plays a beautiful backdrop, the sole witness to Peter humping his mentor's leg like a needy slut. His ears burn with embarrassment but he only thrusts his hips faster, unable to stop the lewd sounds from his mouth. It feels so good, also therapeutic and Peter feels more pre cum leak. He's already so close. The teen takes one quick look at his mentor's face, staring down at him, taking in how the handsome sternest of his features was in great contradiction with his near black eyes which was pure lust. He moaned, he wanted the man to touch him bad. Wanted to come from Tony's hands again.

"That's it baby, fuck my leg like a bitch in heat. Fuck, that's such a good look on you. You're gonna come aren't you? Go on then, come on my leg baby." Tony taunts and before he knows it, Peter is creaming his suit, letting out a strangled moan while grinding his orgasm into the meaty part of Tony's leg. "That's right, let it all out."

Peter pants hard, leaning his forehead against Tony's leg, coming down from the biggest orgasm he ever had. Tony lets him gather his breathing before he's pulling the boy up to his feet. Peter wobbles a little, knees being sore from being in the same position for so long but Mr. Stark is smiling at him like he's proud of him so Peter could care less about it. The smile falters a little as his eyes move down the front of Peter's suit. Peter follows them and blushes.

"You made another mess, just like last time." Tony states. He brushes his hand against the wet spot on Peter's suit, making the teen whimper. "I'm still taking the suit. But, next time I see you, it better not be for a punishment. Understood? Be a good boy for Peter." Tony says, in a demanding voice that shakes Peter to core.

Even though a part of him wants to disobey Mr. Stark, just to see what punishment he'd get, the bigger part wanted to be a good boy for his mentor, be worthy of his praise.

Peter bites his swollen bottom lip and says with the most conviction he can muster. "Yes, Mr. Stark."

Just then, Tony closes the distance between them and crashing their lips together. He holds Peter's jaw as he works the boy's mouth open, licking his way in, tasting his own cum. Peter is helpless to react, just becomes weak in his mentor's hold, letting Tony tongue fuck him. It doesn't last long but when Tony pulls back, Peter's needs to catch his breath. He stares scandalized at Tony through his lashes. The man only licks his lips.

"Good boy."

[dysfuctional-family]

The IRR Pt. 2

{After a raid on the Interdimentional Rainbow Rocket home base the villains and everyone who works for them has been captured by strange people in armor and masks. so far, no one has been seriously injured, but all of this could quickly change. Click below the cut to read.}

!!TW for mentions of religious themes!!

Giovanni was led down to the "Main Land", the largest room in the IRR, located on the ground level. Many people had been led to this area both staff and soldiers, and to think all of this ended just as quickly as it started. Makes you question how long these masked assailants had been in the base. As he walked he heard the ever so recognizable yelling of their resident angry Unovan. The Italian honestly couldn't even tell what he was saying right now. All he knew is that death threats were involved.

It didn't take long for each team leader to be picked out of the crowd and brought outside. There were dozens of ships stationed outside... they stood no chance.

"Разделите их. по одному на каждом корабле." On of the masked people ordered, the leader from the looks of things. Each leader was taken to an individual ship, separating them so they couldn't form ant plan of escape. With the leaders of th IRR captured half of the fleet took off while th rest stayed behind to discourage any resistance.

Giovanni was silent throughout the ride, only eyeing the people around him and the ship he was being transported in. It all looked very futuristic, even for his standards. Far beyond anything they could ever hope to create. The ship was sleek and clean, its dark grey metal shimmering in the light blue lights. Then he began to think. The leader spoke Russian, as far as he was aware the only region that had Russian as a language commonly spoken was Sinnoh. Thats when he began to worry, if this was some alternate version of Sinnoh, if it was a Sinnoh where Cyrus won and was now ruling... what was going to happen to him and his team.

Giovanni wasn't given any more thinking time because they had arrived to wherever their destination was. He finally decided to say something, looking to the person in armor next to him.

"Just what do you hope to accomplish by bringing me and my co-workers here?" He asked firmly. He was only given a glance of acknowledgment I return. They then began walking again. They seemed to be in a large city. Large towers of white stone stood taller than anything he'd ever seen, roads weaving between buildings in layers. All of the main hustle and bustle was farther away as they were in a more remote are. That or the area had been locked down for their arrival. He and the others were taken into this large domed building, religious imagery carved into the walls. Symbols such as Arceus' spikes, the creation trio, Arceus itself, holy scripture, prayers, etc. It was all very impressive really...

The interior was just as extravagant, stained glass showing the story of Arceus hatching and creating the gods, the birth of the universe, the banishing of Giritina, all pretty standard for a church of this size... but everything seemed to shift halfway through. A human figure, who he could only assume was Cyrus, appears to the world shrouded in darkness and captures the gods. He takes them and forces them to do his bidding, but instead of destroying the world and creating anew the gods' power seems to instead rush into Cyrus. Overwhelmed with power he lashed out, destroying everything around him and tearing holes into reality itself. In the aftermath there was only destruction and this orb of godly energy. At least, that's what Giovanni could gleam from his experience reading stain glass pictures in church.

Suddenly all of the leaders were stopped in front of an old man. a very old man. He turned to look at the group, distain in his sunken in eyes. He was adorned with a robe and beads of various colors, modified priest attire from the looks of it. He supported his weight on a cane as he slowly walked up to Giovanni, seemingly knowing who he was.

"Hmm, Giovanni. Of all the people to do something like this, you were the last I expected." The man then eyed the rest of the leaders, eyes widening as his eyes fell on Cyrus. He stood up a little more straight as he looked back to the confused mafia boss.

"I am Saturn. Former admin of Team Galactic now priest of the people." He explained, much to the surprise of everyone but Cyrus.

"So, you've brought us here for what? Spill so we can get out of here." Cyrus practically demanded in a tired manner. Saturn looked to Cyrus, his face growing agitated.

"Hm. Very well. Giovanni Sakaki, why have my people been going missing and monsters attacking the innocent who are just trying to survive?' Saturn asked as his tone slowly became more aggressive. It took a second for the question to register but as soon as it did Giovanni responded.

"If that's why you brought us here I believe we have a common enemy. We've had an encounter with the man you're looking for and my own people are beginning to disappear." He explained smoothly. Those words surprised Saturn. He stepped back for a moment to think, humming as he did. The leaders looked amongst themselves, questioning practically everything that was happening at the moment.

"If this is true, then we have are all in grave danger. These creatures have been attacking our people for months, far longer than you've been around. Perhaps we could help each other to defeat a common foe." Saturn explained, making Maxie recoil in seemingly fear.

"Wait. He's been here for months?" He fearfully questioned. "In my home universe, months was all it took for him to tear down an entire country..." That news shocked everyone. There was a moment of silence after that news, the dread and horror of just how much danger everyone was in finally sinking in.

Saturn looked to the soldiers who had brought the evil team leaders before him. He waved his hand, dismissing them. He paced for a moment, pondering. Just what did this man want of them? The redhead seemed to know who this man was. He'd have to get some information from him after this meeting is concluded.

"If what you say is true, we are all in far more danger than we thought. This man must be stopped, his sins against nature cannot be forgiven."

"Then we are agreed. Working together could give us both some better protection and understanding of the current situation." Giovanni added.

"indeed. Apologies for our initial impression, but I'm sure you understand the circumstances are dire. Giovanni, Maxie, I'd like to speak with to further about this. everyone else if free to leave and return to your ship."

[kaitoujokerscans]

The Night the Silver Cape is Set Ablaze CH2

<2> First Advance Notice

In the Sky Joker's living room, Hachi handed Joker an advance notice written on manila paper.

"W-What are we gonna do?" Hachi looked up at Joker with a worried gaze. Hachi, who wore an aqua-colored hood snugly over his head, was a descendant of ninjas. He had met Joker by chance when trying to steal a treasure and had pleaded with him to become his apprentice. He was now Joker's trusty right hand, and not only did he help with his work, he also handled all the household chores.

With Hachi's eyes on him, Joker read the old-fashioned notice.

I humbly inform you that I will be taking the Crimson Crystal you stole tonight. I will arrive post-haste. Be prepared for me.

—Phantom Thief Noir

"How'd this get here?"

"When I went outside to collect the laundry earlier, Hosshi found it stuck to one of the sheets."

"Hosshi!" exclaimed Hosshi next to Hachi.

Hoshi was a small, squishy, orb-shaped, cat-like creature that had been living with Joker and Hachi since they found him at a site of ruins. The shining yellow stars on his cheeks wobbled as he smiled and bounced cutely around Hachi.

"Hmmm..." Joker studied the advance notice. Locating the Sky Joker while it was in the air was a difficult task. After all, given his line of work, he couldn't let his hideout be discovered easily. This person had sent advance notice right to the Sky Joker, and also knew that Joker had just stolen the Crimson Crystal. This "Phantom Thief Noir" was no amateur...

"But I've never heard of anyone who calls themselves 'Phantom Thief Noir'."

"You're right, I haven't heard of them either. Joker-san, did you make an enemy somehow without realizing?"

"Excuse you. I'm upstanding and gentlemanly, nobody's got any ill will against me!"

"Since when! You said before that there are so many people who hate you that you can't keep track of them all." Hachi gave him a dubious look. Kaneari, whom he had just stolen from, wasn't the only one. Shadow and plenty of others were hounding Joker.

"We may not know who Noir is, but shouldn't we come up with some measures against them?"

"Measures? Naaah, too much work," said Joker as he threw himself onto the sofa.

"Joker-san?"

"Ahh, Shadow was there too, so I'm worn out. Hachi, can you make dinner early?"

"Are you sure you can be so lax about this?"

"I mean, there's nothing to do until this Noir guy gets here, yeah?"

"There's plenty that you could do! Like hiding the treasure, setting up some traps, formulating a plan... Kaneari-san does all sorts of things when he gets a notice from you, Joker-san!"

"But despite all that, has Kaneari ever once protected a treasure from me?"

"Eh... well, no, but..."

"See? Ultimately, getting treasure all depends on the skill of the would-be thief. Doesn't matter how much you set up in advance. It's a match where you have to read each other's minds," Joker said, before taking the Crimson Crystal out of his pocket and letting it catch the light. The crystal gleamed as it reflected the light from the ceiling. The globular surface of the crystal diffused and scattered the light like a prism. Joker was captivated by its beauty for a while.

"I get why he wants to steal this... but!" Joker sat up. "He's not getting it easily!"

"Hm, now that's the spirit," came a voice from the dining room suddenly.

"Eh!?" Joker and Hachi turned around in surprise to see a boy sitting on a chair in the dining room. The boy twisted open a glass bottle with a hiss and took a swig of the beverage inside.

"Spade!"

At Joker's exclamation, the boy called Spade turned to face him. "Hi, Joker. Happy to see me again?"

"I'm not happy! Where'd you come in from!?" Joker gnashed his teeth and glared.

Spade was, like Joker, a phantom thief. He wore a violet scarf and snowy white coat. His long azure hair cascaded over it, and a crest of golden hair shone over his forehead. He was a well-groomed, handsome youth.

"Settle down. This Riviera is exquisite when chilled, Dark Eye."

"Yes, Spade-sama." Standing beside Spade was Dark Eye, whose head was wrapped in bandages. They opened a bottle of the beverage as well. Dark Eye was Spade's assistant, who was female under the guise.

The Riviera which Spade was drinking is a popular drink all over the world, and both Joker and Spade loved it. As Joker said, it was the perfect drink to have after a difficult caper.

"But I must say, it's much more soothing at my own home. This place is always so raucous and dusty," Spade said, clearing his throat deliberately.

"If you're gonna complain, then leave!"

"I came here to ask you about Phantom Thief Noir."

"Wha-!?"

"Spade-san, do you know about Phantom Thief Noir?"

Joker and Hachi leaned forward and gaped at Spade.

"Did you get a notice too!?"

"Notice...?" Spade looked puzzled for a moment.

"You didn't receive an advance notice?" Hachi asked.

Spade answered jitteringly, putting the pieces together.

"Y-Yes, right! That was an advance notice. Will you show me the notice that arrived here?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Hachi handed Spade the notice, which Spade examined closely. "Hm... It's the same type of paper as the slip I received. This tells us a lot about this man calling himself Noir."

"It does?" Hachi asked, to which Spade responded ponderously.

"Hm... Noir seems to be much older. He's naturally left-handed, but has corrected himself to be right-handed. He lived in France at some point, and he likes popcorn..." Spade waved the notice and listed out each point.

"Kyo kyo. Impressive, Spade-sama," nodded Dark Eye with admiration.

"Don't make stuff up," Joker said wearily, but Hachi ignored him.

"How do you know that?"

"Simple. When this notice is held up to the light, you can see that it has a watermark written in French. This paper was produced by a maker in France. But that company went under over thirty years ago, so this paper is no longer on the market. Therefore, the fact that he was able to buy this proves he's up there in years. His letters angle upwards, which is a quirk commonly seen in corrected southpaws. And this oil mark has a residual smell of salt and butter, so it must be from popcorn. He must like it considerably if he has it around even when writing an advance notice." Spade rattled off his reasons.

Hachi was wholly amazed. Spade had gleaned so many traits of the sender from just a small piece of paper. "Huh! You're incredible, Spade-san! It's like you're a detective!"

Spade slipped down a little. "Ha ha, you could say that," he laughed. "Deductions aren't exclusive to detectives. Phantom thieves have to be able to deduce, too. Of course, Joker already knew all of this, yes?" he said, bringing Joker back in.

Caught off-guard, Joker went along with what he was saying. "Huh? Y-Y-Yeah, 'course I did! I figured that all out yesterday!"

"The advance notice hadn't arrived yet yesterday."

"Shush!"

Then Spade sighed. "Really now... why did Noir send advance notice to you, of all people?"

"Kyo kyo, it's a mystery..." Dark Eye's shoulders dropped, and so did Spade's.

"Shut up! What did you come here for, anyway!?"

"I just wanted to discuss this man called Phantom Thief Noir with you."

"I've got nothing to discuss with you. I bet you just had your treasure targeted by Noir and started second-guessing yourself, right?"

"S-Say what?"

"Ever since way back when, you've had trouble getting anything done on your own!"

"HUH? I came here out of the goodness of my heart. I knew that instead of speculating on Noir's identity or formulating a decent plan, you'd try to come up with something random on the spot!"

"Oh yeah!? Well that's my style!" Joker argued as he scowled at Spade.

"He's got a point there, Hosshi."

"Hosshi."

Hachi and Hosshi murmured to each other. But the pair weren't done bickering yet.

"Besides, I don't need a plan! A phantom thief's battle starts when he shows up, that's what makes it interesting!"

"And how much trouble do you think your lack of preparedness has caused me!?"

"When did I ever give you trouble!?"

"Plenty of times!"

"Then be specific! What year, month, day, hour, minute, and second!? What planet, country, region, prefecture, city, ward, block, address, and room number!?"

"That childish attitude of yours is the issue!"

"Shut up! If I'm childish, then so are you!"

"I'm more mature than you, at least!"

"Someone who's mature doesn't shout like that!"

"You're the one shouting so loud!"

"I'm what!?"

"Got a problem!?"

Their foreheads were pressed tightly together as they snarled at each other with vehement looks.

"Cut it out!"

"Kyo kyo, please stop!"

Once Hachi and Dark Eye intervened as usual, Joker and Spade finally pulled away from each other and simultaneously looked the other way with a "Hmph!"

"We're leaving, Dark Eye. It seems Joker has no need of my generosity," Spade beckoned to Dark Eye, and he started walking toward the door. Joker jeered from behind him.

"Yeah, go ahead and leave. I don't need your stinking 'generosity'. I don't trust you in the first place!"

"Likewise," he said, turning back around. Joker and Spade glared at each other once more.

"Don't come back!"

"Who would!"

Spade placed a hand on the exterior door. "It was quite a displeasure..." Spade said, and jumped out into the open. Dark Eye hurried after him.

"Bleh! That's what I wanna say!"

After watching Spade's airship, the Twin Thunder Shark, fly away, Hachi turned back around to Joker. Joker was grumbling and taking out his anger on a cushion. His temper was worse than usual this time...

"Joker-san, you went too far."

"Hmph! I went just far enough for him. The way he's always so patronizing and tries to tell me what to do pisses me off." Joker lay back down on the sofa.

Is that the truth? wondered Hachi. Maybe Spade had come to visit Joker because he was worried. The two of them may have been rivals, but they had once lived together under the same roof. Perhaps Spade had wanted to talk to Joker about Noir, as an old friend... If Spade had received an advance notice as well, he was definitely at least a little uneasy. And if he came to consult with Joker, who might have also received a notice, then...

Hachi remembered how Spade had looked a little desolate from behind when exiting. Joker had calmed down a little by now and was lying down with his back turned, sulking. Hachi sighed, when...

Suddenly, lightning flashed outside the window, and a loud tremor shook the Sky Joker...

[caxsthetic]

SOLEMN PROMISE — Kita Shinsuke x Reader

Chapter 3: Love Again

Type: TV Series (Multiple Chapters)

Cast: Kita Shinsuke, Miya Atsumu, Kuroo Tetsurou

Storyline: Love couldn’t guarantee that a relationship would last forever. And you learn about it by yourself; with signed paper, and an empty ring finger.

Genre: Slice of Life, Drama

“Yeah.” He patted her back, letting her know that he listened to every word she said. “Relationships are not that simple. You can try to love, you can compromise, but still fail in the end.” He sighed, couldn't believe he let himself think about this too. "But that's just how love is — I guess."

You were afraid to fall in love — again.

He could see it from the very first moment he met you. Kuroo was not that stupid. Yes, he may not be that good with women or relationships in general, but he was observant enough to see right through you.

Lots of his friends had been mourning because of heartbreak. One of his friends that was now an outside hitter for the Japan National Team even once woke up his neighbours while in such an emotional state. Screaming out loud after a break up with his lover.

Kuroo had lived long enough in this world to know, to understand that love was not like how teen lit novels showed. It was not just butterflies inside the stomach, not just holding hands and won’t let go even if sweat already formed, not just kissing under the moonlight with speakers blaring some lo-fi songs.

Love was not just all about those blissful feelings that everyone seeks.

For love could be turned into a curse, leaving the one who got the sickness with misery and tears streaming down their faces. Sometimes — it even made someone lose their willingness to live.

And up until now, he still wonders why he brought you back to his apartment. Around two years ago, where he accompanied his best friend to cheer him up. He never thought that he would find what he hoped was love since he felt that he never had time for that.

Yet he found it inside a woman who drank lots of vodkas, drowning in pain and numbing her heart with alcohol. He found it inside a woman who asked for more liquor, more glasses, more, and more without stopping.

He found it inside a woman who was now lying on his couch, with his arms draped around her. Sleeping peacefully, forgetting the movie that was playing in the background that he muted so it wouldn’t wake her up.

He found the glimpse of love, unexpectedly inside you.

“I think I am gonna throw up.” Kuroo patted his friend’s back, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t believe in himself though, he wondered why he agreed to go here, at the bar downtown while he had to go to the office around 7 am tomorrow.

Maybe because he cared for his friend too much. Yeah, that must be it. The rowdy wing spiker just got his heart shattered into a million little pieces and as a good friend he is, he had to be there.

“I-I am going to the toilet.”

“You okay going alone?” Truth be told, he was extremely worried since he knew sometimes when his friend became too emotional, something bad could happen and he didn’t want that.

“Duh, I am a grown-up.” His friend rolled his eyes, acting so tough. “I can pee alone thank you. I am not going to be hysterical while peeing anyway.”

Kuroo snorted at the answer, somehow doubting that since his mind was already prepared with things that he should do once he heard someone crying and screaming from the restroom. He didn’t show it though, believing that his friend could take care of himself.

He was alone now. Not entirely, but now he hoped his friend chose a table instead of sitting directly at the bar. He could feel the eyes of the bartender staring at him, and it very much made him uncomfortable. He owes me lots. His fingers raked the black strands of his hair as he could only grumble under his breath.

His eyes darted to the non-alcoholic drink that he ordered, sighing as now he thought about something that he never let himself fall into — love.

He knew how it felt to be in a relationship with someone, he had been there, and he didn’t want to go back again. 

Though, his heart longed to have all of that; physical contact, good morning text, knowing someone was there for him, sweet kisses every meeting. He could get all of those again if he wanted, but he decided not to.

Kuroo Tetsurou didn’t want to be with someone again, investing his time to love — not when he knew it was no use. Since in the end, nothing would last forever.

But then again, he never expected you to come barging into his life.

“Why do ya look so fucked up?” He jolted when he could feel someone’s breath on his ear, making him stumble and almost fall from the stool. “Man, yer not even wasted yet so tense! Loosen up, old man!”

Holy fuck, did this drunkard woman really just called me an old man?

“I am sorry, miss. I am here to accompany a friend.” Though no matter how irritated he was from her words, he made sure to stay polite. After all, there was no good outcome from fighting a woman — a drunk woman to be exact.

“Then what’s yer drink? That one you ordered looks so bland.” His eyebrow twitched, letting out a sigh from the blunt statement. “You didn’t look like someone just ripped your heart apart yet you seem more depressed than me, sir.” 

She cackled, making him groan, and hit his forehead on the bar table, questioning what he did in the past life to encounter someone like her. “Hm? I may still have my heart intact.” He said it with an absolute tone, confidence lingering his words. “But that doesn’t mean my life is not troublesome. Grow up, young lady, love is not everything.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He was a little bit flabbergasted when he heard the sudden change of intonation. She was so cheery and mischievous before. But now he could feel the hair on his nape tingling as he received a glare from the woman. The stranger just sighed and focused on the drink in her hand, staring at it with the same intense glare that he just got.

“Yeah, yeah love is not everything. Even a child knows that.” She scoffed and drank her liquor in one gulp before ordering the same thing again to the bartender. Now she looked stressed, heartbroken — eyes glistening with tears as it almost fell down her cheek. “But he’s everything to me.”

He raised one of his eyebrows when he heard the mumbles that slipped from her tongue. She kept rambling under her breath, saying thanks to the bartender after she got her drink once again, but continued to mutter things. 

Not going to lie, he felt bad now since he thought it was his fault that she cried. If only he didn’t nudge deeper about love, maybe she would just tease him non-stop instead of being a mess like his friend did.

“Hey,” He called out, making her turn to face him. She looked so much in pain, as if needing some comfort, that was what he was sure of as he leaned closer. “I am sorry for being nonchalant. I am all ears if you need someone to vent, okay?” His hand rested on her shoulder, patting it gently, trying to show her that he meant no harm.

She didn’t say anything for the next few seconds. And he could feel himself being awkward now with how the silence ensued. His eyes darted to the restroom, maybe he could excuse himself after this to check out on his friend if she wouldn’t say anything.

“I am in love with this man. He is the definition of perfect.” She spoke up, though her words making him pursed his lips, couldn’t believe that someone could fall in love that deep to the point they called them perfection. “Shin is someone who can keep me grounded, he is like the anchor to my wild life.”

A chuckle slipped from her lips, followed by a little genuine smile. “We are so different, but it makes us complete each other, you know? Just opposite attract thingy~” She looked like a teenager in love, bubbly and rambling about her first love. “Bet if he saw me right now, he would whoop my ass back once we are home — not that I am complaining.”

He shuddered from the suggestive tone that rolled down her tongue, though a little bit amused at how she was so starstruck over this Shin guy. “Ah, no. He… He would not approve this though.” Her voice softened, reminiscing the relationship. “Instead, he would take care of me, changing my clothes gently, tucking me in bed, and preparing some aspirin for me when I wake up the next day.”

From how her orbs glistened with joy, everyone could see how much in love she was with this man she was talking about. “I love him, I am so in love with him. And he loves me too! I know he loves me too. Granny knows that, our friends know that, but—” 

Then came again, the sorrow inside her eyes.

“Like what a wise woman once said to me," She cleared her throat, cleaning it from the alcohol that was coating it before. "Sometimes, love is not enough to save a relationship.”

He hummed, pondering about the sentence. His mind took him back to when he had someone to come home to. How he already fought so hard over it, putting time and effort for them, how even with all the attention and affection that he gave, in the end, it didn’t work out like he wanted to.

Kuroo Tetsurou refused to fall in love — because he knew love was not enough, and trying hard to keep a relationship still wouldn’t guarantee for it to last.

“Yeah.” He patted her back, letting her know that he listened to every word she said. “Relationships are not that simple. You can try to love, you can compromise, but still fail in the end.” He sighed, couldn't believe he let himself think about this too. "But that's just how love is — I guess."

She only snorted and focused back on herself. Maybe feeling a little bit at ease that he finally let out what troubled her. Then she drank her liquor in one gulp, ordering the same thing, again and again as she wallowed herself in sadness. 

Tonight, he didn’t expect to meet someone like her. He was just here to be a good friend and cheering his friend up, letting him drink as much as he wanted. It was late now, almost 1 am. For him, it was late since he had work in just a few hours. His friend was already back from the restroom and decided that it was best to numb himself with drinks.

And now, Kuroo Tetsurou was left with two wasted people.

She was mumbling under her breath with her eyes closed, too low that he couldn’t hear it. While his friend snores so loud that he received an irritation look from the bartender and the few other patrons. Yeah, he had to leave now.

Gently, he picked his friend up, cursing since his friend was almost twice as big as him. Yes, he worked out a lot, but his body was still lean compared to the snoring man that was giggling here and there in his arm. And for sure he didn’t want to know what kind of dream his friend had.

The black-haired man laid his friend on the backseat of his car, locking the door since he still had to pay for the drinks. He almost cried when he heard the grand total. No matter how much money he had right now, he still didn’t like to spend lots in just one night.

He was ready to step out, bringing his friend back home. Though his eyes flickered to the woman who he just met, now still asleep and mumbling under her breath. But something was different — since now she looked like she had a nightmare, gasping with tears streaming down her face. Muttering,

“I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.” Again and again without a pause as if the man that she loved was currently standing in front of her. She finished the apology with a soft, cracked voice. One that made him sighed and paid for her drinks too before taking her to his car.

Kuroo may not know her, but he couldn’t just leave someone who opened up to him about herself. He positioned her on the passenger seat, making sure that she was safe with a seatbelt fastened in front of her body.

He couldn’t leave her there inside the bar, sobbing and crying all alone. She was a woman, with no friends around to protect. Who knows what would happen to her if he left with just his friend.

And of course, he didn’t have the heart to abandon her, not when she was in so much pain, missing the other half of her heart.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” 

He heard you yawn, followed by a loud thud since you rolled your body to the side, making you fall to the ground not knowing that you were still on the couch.

“Fuck!” His laughter spread all over the living room when he heard you curse. One, two, “Tetsu!” Ah, woman. “Why the heck am I still here?!”

You grumbled, standing up with your lips jutted out to the front, didn’t like the fact that you were now sore all over your body. If you were sore because of sex or something, so be it, you wouldn’t complain.

But to have your muscles all tense and bones felt like it cracked just because of you sleeping on the couch? You were not going to shut up about it for days.

“I can’t believe you.” You scoffed and slipped yourself on the island’s stool, glaring at the man who was now cooking some omelet for breakfast. “I told you that sleeping on the couch hurts.”

“Well, I didn’t want to wake you up.” He didn’t dare to turn his head, knowing exactly that you threw a dagger at him with your eyes at the moment. The pressure you put on was real and now he was stalling the moment by lowering the fire on the stove.

"I am a heavy sleeper, Tetsu." You sighed, popping the seedless grape on the kitchen island to your mouth. "You know that. It would be fine if you drag me to the bed or something."

“Ah, sorry. I forgot you sleep like a log.” He smiled sheepishly before finally turning off the stove, placing the omelet into the pristine white plate. “Here you go.” He gently pushed the plate in your direction, thinking that maybe food could bring your mood back to normal.

But no, you grabbed it and ate with your lips still formed in a thin line. You even cut the omelet with force, making a sound that rang in his ear as the stainless steel knife made contact with the porcelain plate, resulting in him to hiss since he didn’t like the sound of it.

Now he knew that you were trying to torture him. You know some annoying sound that made him feel uncomfortable, and this is one of it.

“Hey, now.” He tried to call you out, wanting to make you stop. “(Y/n), oi!” It didn’t make you stop though. Instead, he ended up fueling you even more, making you clang your knife harder to the plate. “I have a gift for you before but now I don’t know if I should give it or not.”

Then you stop moving, lips parted as your eyes meet with his. Gotcha.

“What is it?”

“Like hell I’ll tell you after that little stunt you did.”

His voice sounded mischievous, the smirk that plastered on his face right now just showed how he felt like he won this fight. “I will tell you if you stop pouting and acting like a child.”

You held his gaze for a few seconds there, contemplating if surrendering was the best choice. But you were too curious, he was not really the type to give you something out of the blue. So it must be pretty special — and you wanted to know.

“Alright, alright.” You gently put the knife and fork down, resting both of your hands on the kitchen island. “So? What is it?”

“Hehe,” The black-haired man didn’t say anything, though his hand went to his back, grabbing something from the pocket on his pants. “Here you go!” And he slammed it in front of you, pulling his hand away to reveal the item.

It was just a piece of paper with a metallic print for the text. They finished the whole paper with a glossy coat, making it more resistant to water. Though, the material was not the thing that caught your eyes.

But the text, what emblazoned there was the one that made your eyes go wide.

VIP PASS

TOKYO OLYMPIC MEN’S VOLLEYBALL — DAY 12

Having a boyfriend who worked in the Japan Volleyball Association really intrigued you. Sometimes you would ask here and there about who was the best player at the moment, and even though you wanted to bury your old life behind, you couldn’t help but be proud when a certain setter, middle blocker, and wing spiker was mentioned.

“You like it?” Your body jolted when you heard his question. Muttering a simple ‘Yes.’ as you were still in shock with the gift. “You said you wanted to know the fields that I work in, so I think this will be a good time.”

He walked towards you as you grabbed the ticket, thumbing the smooth surface of the glossy coat. “Let me show you the world that I am in.”

Something tugged at the string of your heart. Volleyball. The said sport had been important to you since Junior High, you couldn’t shake the feelings that started to brim in your heart. You tried to shake it off, but it was still there, screaming out your name.

“What—” You swallowed a huge lump, letting your boyfriend rest his chin on your shoulder as your eyes still focused on the metallic lettering. “What match? What team is it?”

Kuroo hummed softly, nuzzling his head on your cheek, didn't realise how uncomfortable you were at that moment. He didn’t even notice how your voice trembled a little. He was just there, feeling certain that you were excited.

“Japan versus Argentina.”

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"Happiness” Yan! Narancia x female reader

Yandere Narancia was suggested to me by @wedypopcytragedy. Thank you so much for the request, I hope you enjoy it! <3

Summary: Darling tells Narancia that she’s going to move in with her boyfriend. Let’s just say he doesn’t take this too kindly…

TW: kidnapping, drugging, noncon touching, unhealthy relationship, slight guilt tripping, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Narancia has been aged up, expect him to be in his early twenties (no minor content on my blog)

Word count: 2401

“Please Y/N, don’t leave now!”, the raven-haired young man cried out. He looked at you with purple pleading eyes that always reminded you of a lost puppy. Usually his orbs contained nothing but appreciation for you, but now they overflood with desperation. An uncommon darkness coated them, yet you couldn’t really pinpoint the emotion. Was it sadness? Anger? You didn’t care for now what it was, the only thing that mattered was that his eyes utterly terrified you. 

“What had happened?, you thought with astonishment. Narancia was typically very sweet and funny. Of course you were aware of his short temper, which caused his rage to flare up sometimes, but you had never felt scared of him before. 

You were currently in Narancia’s home and you had told him about your boyfriend with whom you decided to move in. This had made the young Italian so mad that he suddenly had started screaming at you. 

“How could you do this to me?”, he had cried out, “Since when do you even have a boyfriend? Why didn’t you even tell me about him?”

 In fact, you hadn’t revealed your relationship status to him because of this kind of behaviour. You knew that Narancia was very clingy and that he didn’t understand boundaries. Even though his lack of personal space had always bothered you, you never had said anything. You hadn’t wanted to hurt your friend’s feelings, especially since you were aware of his tragic past. Narancia had always been abandoned by the ones he had loved. But today, you decided to finally reveal your new flat and your boyfriend to him, hoping that he actually might not cause a scene and that he even might feel happy for you. This hadn’t of course occurred… Instead, after his fit of rage, he had become desperate. He still was glued to you, his arms entrapping you fully. 

“Y/N,” Narancia murmured softly, yet with a sad tone swinging in his voice, in your hair, “you know I’ve always loved you, right? Since I first saw you I knew that there couldn’t be anyone else in my life to fill in the void inside of me. You just make me so unbelievably happy.” 

“Narancia”, you said remorsefully, guilt nibbling on your heart for not having been truthful to him since the beginning. To your defence, you weren’t aware of his romantic feelings towards you, you just had assumed that his clinginess was the way how he expressed his platonic affection to everyone important in his life. The black-haired man quickly interrupted you.

“And I know you feel just the same to me. No one can make you laugh like I do, no one can listen to you like I do and no one will ever love you like I do.” What did he just say? Suddenly, you felt his arms tightening around your form. Your breath shortened as fear started flowing through your veins. 

“What is going on?”, you thought horrified, “Why does he sound completely delusional?” You tried to wiggle yourself out of the embrace, but his grasp was hard as steel. You couldn’t even move a tiny speck. “Maybe if I reason with him, he’ll let go.” 

“Narancia,” you repeated again, trying to hide the tremble in your voice as much as possible, “I’m really sorry for having hurt you. I wasn’t aware that you feel like that. Still, that doesn’t excuse the fact that I should have told you about my boyfriend earlier.” His already vice grip tightened even more at the mention of your significant other. You continued talking nevertheless. “I am flattered by your affection, really, but I see you as my friend, Narancia. As I said before, I just moved in with my partner and I’m currently having a fulfilling and happy relationship with him. Which means I can only offer you my friendship, nothing more…” You could feel, due the proximity, how his whole body stiffened. His purple eyes bored into yours, a  strange variety of emotions swirling in them: anger, disappointment, sadness and… love? To your surprise though, he finally let go of you. Narancia sighed deeply and just stood there for a few moments. “This silence is so untypical for him,” you noticed. Normally, the young man was full with energy, always moving and talking. After this quiet, Narancia finally spoke up. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I just thought you might leave me like the others did. But if staying by your side means only being friends with you, then I gladly accept that.” He flashed an apologetic grin at you. You were surprised by his sudden change in attitude, to say the least. 

“Wow, that didn’t take a lot of convincing,” you thought, happy about the positive outcome. 

“Should I grab you something to drink? I would actually like to hear more about your… boyfriend while we’re drinking something”, Narancia suggested with a smile on his face, though you didn’t fail to notice how he hesitated at the mention of your significant other. Wanting to believe in his change of heart you decided to simply ignore it. The Italian came back with two glasses of soda, giving you one eagerly. You took it gratefully, as you were indeed thirsty, and immediately drank most of it already. For some reason, Narancia looked at you with expectation. You assumed it was because he wanted to hear some details about your relationship as he had said earlier, so you started talking. But for some reason, your voice came out slurred and it was difficult for you to speak properly. 

“What is happening?”, you managed to phrase with effort. 

“It’s alright,” Narancia cooed at you, gently guiding you towards the couch, “just rest a bit for now, hm? I’m staying by your side.”

When you woke up, you noticed your throbbing head at first. You felt hazy, as if you were caught in an ever spinning carousel. 

“How did I end up like that?”, you thought, being totally confused. You massaged your temples, trying to diminish the dizziness. Next, you checked out your surroundings. You lay on a cosy double bed, sheets draped over your body. The rest of the bedroom was kept very minimalistic: a dresser, a TV with a game console, some shelves filled with video games, CD and books and a soft pastel orange rug decorated the space. A big window was on the wall on your left. Due to that window, you figured out that you were stuck in a flat that was at least on the third floor. The furniture appeared to be simple, yet quite expensive. How did you, a college student who worked as a waitress additionally,  wake up in such a luxurious flat? And most importantly, what were you doing here in the first place? When you felt your headache calm down a bit, you dared stand up and explore the room. You couldn’t remember what happened prior to being here. 

Nervously, you stumbled out of the comfortable bed. You looked at the content of the shelves, being surprised that, in fact, all the games, CDs and books were the ones you enjoyed.

 “Does that mean something?”, you asked yourself quietly. A strange feeling of fear began to rise in your stomach. You quickly went over to the dresser and opened it. As you dreaded. It was filled with clothes that matched perfectly your size and style, some of them even being the ones you missed in your own apartment. “How?”, you whispered terrified, your eyes being as big as saucers now. As panic flooded your senses, you rushed over to the door. You grabbed the door handle, about to push it down… but to your disappointment, the door remained stubbornly closed. The terror, already settled in your body, only amplified. “Why am I locked in here?”, you shouted, on the brink of a panic attack. 

“Calm down, Y/N,” a tiny voice in your head said to you, helping you to regain some reason, “if you continue making noises, your captor might show up and harm you.” So you slowly but steadily composed yourself. You looked around the bedroom, hoping to find something to break the door open or to climb out the window. After what felt to you like hours of searching for something useful – unsuccessfully, to your dismay – the door finally opened. A young man with raven hair and purple eyes entered. You immediately recognised the person in front of you. 

“Narancia?”, you blurted out, perplexed. Was it really… no, he could impossibly be your kidnapper, not your sweet Narancia, right?

“Oh, you’re awake Y/N! I knew I heard some noise coming from here,” the young man replied innocently while rubbing his neck in a sheepish manner, “Are you feeling alright? I hope you like the room, I wasn’t sure about the colour scheme so I kept it simple, but I bought all the stuff you like!” He flashed one of his signature grins to you. You couldn’t believe what he just had said. Your closest friend did this to you? 

“Narancia, where did you bring me? And what am I doing here in the first place?”, you asked as calmly as possible. Even though you were scared to death right now, you didn’t want to initiate a reason for him to be angry as you were completely aware of your disadvantageous position. The Italian man stared at you with a look you could only describe as infatuation. 

“Y/N,” he replied with an unusual tenderness in his voice, “I know you’re confused now, but you’re safe here with me. I brought you to a flat that’s property of Passione. No one will find you here.” His last sentence sent chills down your spine. 

“But why?”, you whimpered desperately. Your composure fell altogether. How could you stay calm when you were stuck with this maniac? 

“Because I love you. I adore you so much, every little detail about you: how you bite your bottom lip when you ponder on a topic for college, how your eyes twinkle when you talk about your favourite book, how you get all flustered when I give you a compliment. It’s all so innocent, so authentic. You make my heart flutter like no one else ever could. How could you expect me to not act when you’ve told me you moved in with that pest? I can’t let you throw this,” he gestured with his hands between the two of you, “away. You are the person that will never abandon me.” Narancia’s voice suddenly became much darker, sinister intentions hiding behind it. Your fear made it hard to respond. You slowly swallowed the lump that built inside your throat. 

“D-did you plan this out?”, you finally managed to say, though you couldn’t mask the stuttering, “I saw some of my clothes…” 

“Cara, you are being smart as always”, Narancia laughed. It’s true that the man held your education and intelligence high, as he never had the privilege to work on his own mental capacities, at least not without being threatened by Fugo. “But you’re right. I couldn’t stand the thought of being separated by you any longer… and your little show with your boyfriend,” he spitted that word out with hatred and disgust, “just was the perfect moment to act. Now we’re never going to be apart, not as long as I breath.” Upon hearing the last sentence, you fainted. Your mind just couldn’t deal with this delusional and insane man. So you were greeted by darkness again…

When you woke up for the second time today, you found yourself on the bed again. But this time, Narancia was next to you, his arms resting around your waist. His warm, steady breath tickled your ear, indicating that he was sleeping. Immediately, a wave of panic washed over you. Should you run away now? No, he probably did lock the door again… 

“But that means the key must be in the room!” This sudden realisation made hope blossom in your chest. Gaining some confidence from this sensation, you dared move around. You halted your movement for a  moment, observing if Narancia would wake up. But, lucky for you, the Italian continued his slumber. You slowly climbed out of the bed, concentrating on making as less noise as possible. Once your feet touched the floor, you scanned the room around it. It was dark outside now, the pale moon being the only light source. You tried your best to see in this obscurity. 

“Where would he hide the key?”, you thought intensely. You decided to search through the dresser first. You shook every single piece of clothing and threw it back in the dresser, leaving a mess behind. “Nothing here….”, you realised with disappointment. But it was still too soon to give up. Next, you checked out the rug. You were about to look under it as a voice made you freeze.

“Y/N?”, Narancia asked with a confused lilt in his voice, still being tired. Upon seeing that you tried to escape, the male quickly shook off his sleep. In a matter of seconds he was standing next to you, grabbing your wrists. You screamed from the top of your lungs, fear manifesting itself again. “Y/N, please, calm down!”, Narancia shouted back, tears pricking in his purple eyes, “I’m not going to hurt you! I’d never hurt you, so please, stop screaming. But you’ve got to see that I can’t just let you go like that… not when I know that I can make you so happy, just as happy as you make me. And I can protect you, too! This is all for you, every tiny thing I do is for you.”

 Narancia proceeded then to take you in his arms, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head. Meanwhile, you were sobbing uncontrollably. His seemingly reassuring touch just made you quiver even more. The young man seemed to be oblivious to this though, only hugging your shivering form even harder. “Shh, babe, everything is alright. Let’s get to bed again and tomorrow we’ll play your favourite video game to cheer you up. That’ll help you”, Narancia  cooed into your ear. You just continued crying. Did anyone notice your disappearance yet? Would your friends, your family, your boyfriend, ever find you? Or was this now your destiny, being caged in by your obsessive former best friend?

[kaetastic]

STAY LOW

pairing: Luca Changretta x Blue-Eyed!Shelby!Reader

summary: The third oldest of the Shelby’s has been sneaking behind her familys’ backs to be with the man she had loved ever since a kid.

warning: smut

word count: 2.3k

note: i want to see how this one goes so i know i can do more luca changretta stuff hehe

The set, wide legs of the table rattled, quivering as an earthquake caused it to dance to the merciless beats. Wavering in the container, the elongated sticks of pens and other writing materials let out a faint cheer of joy as the walls boxed them all in. Plastered across the floor were the valuable pieces of paper that possessed an impeccably extensive murderer’s key information. It scattered across the table as if raindrops, haphazardly thrown on the surface. Wanton strings of moans and groans trickled in the air as the beating of skin overlapped the sinful noise. 

“Oh, fuck..,” With a hand clutched around his neck, fingers clamped around the skin, her half-lidded eyes rolled to the back of her head, the whites of her orbs claimed victory of the space. Their vapours of heavy exhale poured into each other’s open mouth like gushing of water. “Luca!”

The Italian’s hips thrust, snapping harshly, pelvis gliding across her bundle of nerves, her mewl trickled into his ears like vodka; intoxicating. Their lips tangled with one another, tongue proposing the idea of a dance. Before he pulled away, he trailed chaste kisses from her hollow throat down to the valley between her breasts. The radiating scent of sex and the smell of him smeared across her body was intoxicating. It grew something in him. To know that she has been marked by him, to know that she would be sauntering on the streets after he had been in and over her. 

The simple gesture was enough for tingles to spark in her gut. He stood straight as his arms that had hoisted her legs, bend her knees. His eyes lingered on her pebbly nipples, traces of their sweat and his sloppy kisses while he had given the mounds the attention they deserved, drowned her breasts. Despite their exhausting and sweating activity, the cold air had managed for bumps on her skin to bulge. It was a sight he would sell his entire empire to see, the whole organization that was all the way in America. 

Watching his throbbing, still erected shaft be engulfed and welcomed by her warm walls that had been overflowed after their first round, he let out a hoarse groan. There were streaks around the swollen lip that was his and what a sight. The smeared lines of them rested in her inner thigh, his arousal had stirred with hers’. Although back in his youth, the Italian could last longer with more energy, it seemed years had caught up to his capability.

As he continued to rail his length into him, he could feel her warm thighs quivering, shaking incessantly; her walls clenching tight around him like a vice. Luca let out a guttural groan, one from the bottom of his chest, nearly like a growl which seeped to throb against her thighs. The familiar feeling had caused the man to run his large hands along the valley between her breast before playing with her erected nipples. The cry out for his name was set on the tip of her tongue, ready to spring out into the air; however, the familiar ride of the wave had hit her. Her sharp, diamond-like eyes stared at the ceiling as a staggering breath fell off her lips. Noticing her silence, his hands gripped her hips, not too tight; he was to chase his own release. Luca gently tugged her closer to the edge so she had been down her legs had been hanging off the surface, though, her body had gone limp from the exhausting rounds they had done. If it wasn’t for his grip, she would’ve slumped into the ground. It wasn’t long before he found he found his eternal bliss by pounding into her.

Silence played in the air while the two bodies inhaled the air as if it was luxury. The Italian watched as her eyes flutter beneath the warm smear of yellow light, the eyes he had loved so much had a ring like that of iridescent sparkles of a lake under a bright morning. Y/N’s chest heaved up and down, her lungs pleaded for more supply of air. A trail of bumps shuddered as his calloused fingers trekked along her skin. The irregular path from her sensitive inner-thigh towards her perky nipples was set an antagonizing slow pace. A desperate faint moan seeped through her lips when his hands finally splayed over the mounds, wholly. Kneading it as if dough, Luca rolled it at a painstaking pace, causing a whine to echo into the air. The corners of his lips curled up, he smirked at the power he had over her. His lips were the window to his intentions. It grew wider once her teeth were visible, chewing on her bottom swollen lip.

“Let me hear you.” His silky voice hopped in the sky which nearly caused her to find the intoxicating high once more. A smear of wetness trailed along his lips. As he pinched and rolled the bulging nipples, strings of moans played into his ears. She had listened to him without refuting. It took everything in him to prevent himself from commencing another round he knew he wouldn’t be able to end.

After what seemed to feel like forever, their bodies were no longer connected nor one. Y/N had rolled her stockings up, the sense of clothing warmed her bare, exposed skin. While she quite rapidly covered her body up with the layers that had been peeled away onto the floor, a pair of eyes lingered on her. Although she was not late to the very ‘important’ meeting Thomas had called on (except, all of the meetings are important), it would’ve been a good idea to head on out early to arrive in the acceptable time range without raising suspicion. 

“What?” Her eyes threw a glance at the man who leaned against the wooden table, the exact spot to where she had recently just let go. Luca was the type to sit back and let his eyes wander; however, 

Luca’s loosely covered legs were crossed, his arms nudged his body up as he watched her in silence. The trousers he had yanked on coiled back down, without the support from both of the suspender straps’, the article of clothing had failed to do its purpose. Swinging with his tongue was the match that strayed on his lips. It zoomed left to the right as the wooden taste linger on his tongue, “What are you telling them this time?”

A second passed. The clock cried out in the empty air. After the stockings had rested against her skin smoothly, she stood up to pick up the silk blouse thrown haphazardly on the wooden floor while she pondered of the answer. Without a thought, she had given him a view he could get off on. Her plump curves pointed into the air as her red laced underwear offered him a glimpse of the swollen lips he had railed into.

With her arms in the sleeves of the chilly cloth, Y/N sauntered towards the man. If she had leaned a bit closer, her body would’ve slammed into his. However, her lips hovered over the match on his lips, the hair’s breadth distance caused their breathing to glide over their skin, “Maybe I’ll tell them I had the best fuck of my life.”

A raspy chuckle fell off his lips at her words. It had always amused him to how an innocent face possessed a silver sultry tongue. Luca’s fingers slithered into the open blouse, caressing her waist, the match dangling from the corner of his lips, “Your best fuck is an old man?”

Her tongue stuck out, “You aren’t old.”

Luca rolled his eyes at the lie, he had wanted to believe in her statement. 

“When can I see you again?” The Italian mumbled. With every exhale of breath puffed from his lips, it glistened over her swollen one. As her fingers made way to pop the buttons into their designated slots, her eyes hadn’t quivered away to even take a glance at her task. It was as if she had trusted her hands, and oh she did. And fuck, Luca loved the still line of eye contact between them. It had reminded him of the time she had warmed him without glancing away.

Y/N sighed, her fingers rested over his rigid chest, “Never a certainty,” Luca didn’t say anything. However, he had to not risk what they both had by having her meet up with him a countless amount of times. It would’ve just raised the suspicion of the already paranoid family. “Hm, I feel like I’ll tell them that I met a good-looking man at the east club,” The batting of her eyelids over her crystal, sharp eyes had caused the man to watch her in entertainment; already knowing where this was going to lead to. “He brought me to his house,” The manly scent that radiated from the gangster swirled through her nose as her plump lips partially brushed over his ear. “And he fucked me until I forgot who I was.”

With a squeak, Y/N was thrown onto the soft silk blanket of his bed. The golden cloth had already been bunched up from their first warm-up round, “Yeah? I hope your smart mouth can think of a good excuse to why you can’t walk straight.”

“Where the fuck ya been?” Arthur grumbled once his eyes grazed upon his sister. Glancing at the clock, Y/N cursed in her head as she realized how long she had spent at Luca’s.

“Had to clean out my attic.” Even though Arthur wanted to prod in more, he turned his shoulders away. Her lie that she had thought about meticulously in the ride back home was enough for Arthur. The eldest Shelby accepted it, though, not so much for two pair of eyes. One crystal blue while the other from her Aunt Pol.

“Good fuck?”

Y/N hummed as if to indicate for the woman to repeat, eyes widening slightly as to how she could see through her so easily. Not that it surprised her, Aunt Pol had the ability she hated deeply. The aunt didn’t have to repeat her words, “Yeah.”

Although her cheeks smeared red, Y/N had caught a glimpse of herself through the mirror. Her hair was a mess, the three buttons below had been a mess after the top had missed its slot. As Y/N walked away to the loo to clean her appearance, Polly wore a smug smirk.

“Miss Shelby, it is quarter past three, shall I send in the next appointment?” Throwing a glance at the man who had held the door open, she hummed. While he paced away to call in her next visitor, Y/N’s eyes were quick to flee back towards the line she had left off. The black ink on the newspaper was accompanied by greyscaled photos. With her leg crossed, face covered by the large paper, it was her typical Monday. Except, it wouldn’t be typical.

“This is Mr Victor Holmes, he is from the Trade And Marketing section.” With a mumble thanks towards her assistant, the man shut the door before scurrying away to complete his other pending tasks.

The part of the story was getting peculiar, it had enchanted her. Her eyes zoomed left to the right, she found herself chewing her bottom lip as she read sprung onto the last line. However, before she could read the end phrase, a familiar voice mumbled in the air.

“Not even a glance, amore?” The familiar English splattered with Sicilian accent drummed through her ears. The sound of the newspaper sliced through the hefty air, causing a smirk to crawl onto his lips. Luca’s arms were wide open, theatrically announcing his presence in the suit she had grown to love.

Throwing the newspaper onto the glass coffee table, she stomped towards the man, whispering in a hushed voice as if they were being eavesdropped on, “What are you doing here?”

Luca frowned, “I can’t be here?”

Y/N sighed before she made her way to tug all the shutters to close. The wall that lead to a hallway was covered with windows. The room was darker, a smear of haze from the window to the outdoors and the faint blur from her lamplight. Luca watched her as he bit his bottom lip, eyes trailing on her figure that made way around the room professionally.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N repeated, this time, with a softer tone, her fingers clutched around the lapel of his jacket, brushing the smooth material, hovering in front of him.

“Wanted to see my girl.” Her eyes flickered to gaze into his deep eyes. Oh, the endless path that his eyes possessed could lead her to be stranded, alone. And she would still remain there, in the solace of his orbs. Luca craned his neck down to face her, his ringed fingers brushed over her cheeks.

Y/N uttered with a faint sight, “Not here, Luca, it’s dangerous.”

“Don’t we like that? Dangerous?” Luca inquired before he tugged her into his chest by a hand on her waist. Their lips moulded into one another, like a perfect match to a puzzle piece. A breathy moan fell off her lips when his large hand clasped around the swell of her ass. The Italian was handsy when he wants to be, but what frustrated Y/N more (after she had to learn it herself) was that he can be tortuously teasing.

His fingers kneaded the area, rolling it before harshly tugging it. When her fingers trailed down to palm the straining shaft that poked a bulge, Luca couldn’t help but to grind his hips. He felt the corners of her lips curl up when she had gotten the reaction she wanted, while they kissed. As his fingers hovered over the heat in her pants, his mouth on her hollow throat as her head was thrown back, he smirked before pulling away. “Said it yourself, not here.”

Oh, how bad she wanted to smack that amused smirk off his face, “Fuck you.” The smirk on Luca’s face curled higher.

“Gladly, amore.”

[emerald-amidst-gold]

Well, well, well hello there! I sniffed prompts with promises of fluff, so I ran here because dragon man and wolf man holding hands 🥺

10. Happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

Hope you are having a good day 🌟

Oh, yes, yes! Dragon man and wolf man are obsessed with holding hands! That and resting their foreheads against each other, but hands. HANDS.

This had me thinking, but I got an idea, so let's jump into the FLUFF! (and hopefully it doesn't spiral into sweet angst again. *sweats*)

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It was no secret, to anyone, that he and Fane were almost always holding hands. Sometimes, it wasn't even that, brushing of the sides of the palms when they passed, both unaware of even doing it, but their souls were, reaching out instinctively. A lot of their interactions were tied as surely as their hands could be, unconcerned by whispering or scandal.

However, today...today his dear dragon appeared to be more...'clingy', so to speak as the two of them were situated in the rotunda, Fane on sofa, reading a book on draconology, and Solas, finishing up some final, small details of the fresco directly next to where his heart was resting.

Well, he was attempting to paint as he was relegated to only one hand, his other locked in a partially leather bound one, the palm covered with the rough material due to volatile magic.

"Ma'isenatha.", Solas said around a quiet sigh, once again feeling resistance when he attempted to move further to the side. "You do realize it is incredibly hard to paint with one hand?" The words fond, but laced with exasperation as he turned his gaze downwards to the mighty dragon of his heart, who was both resolutely reading and keeping their hands locked like a chest.

"Then quit painting for the day. You've been at it since we got up.", Fane said, as nonchalant and flat as usual, eyes skimming text written completely in Elvhen. Where he had procured that particular tome, Solas was unsure.

"That is because these details need to be finished or I will have to start anew. Entirely.", Solas explained, hoping it would sway a stubborn mind enough that the hand attached would relinquish its control on his own.

"You're not tied to this spot, you know.", Fane stated matter of fact, glittering two toned eyes glancing up at him, a stoic face cracking with a smirk. "I've had my hand interlocked with yours all day, and you've been getting by just fine."

Solas blinked. "I have?", he asked, raising an eyebrow as he tore his gaze from all encompassing orbs to look at his work, and sure enough, it would seem he had gotten much farther than he had originally thought, the only remaining portion the bottom half. "...Ah. It would appear you are correct, but how--"

"And I'll just add that you were the one to take my hand.", Fane cut him off, giving the aforementioned appendage a tender squeeze as he diverted his attention back to his book. "And the happy, quiet hums you were voicing told me you weren't too put off by it, so yeah.", he added with a shrug.

"I..do not hum.", Solas denied, willing his voice not to jump as he knew Fane would immediately pick up on his deflection, but as always, his dragon was keen, even without looking.

"Mm-hm.", Fane hummed, unconvinced as he turned a page of his book. "Just like you don't sing." His voice dropping lower than normal, gold sparkling in emerald eyes with a no doubt pleasant thought, one that Solas was confused as to the origins of.

"I do not hum nor do I 'sing'.", Solas denied yet again, but now because he was more confused than embarrassed this time. Fane let out a chuckle, a dangerous timbre laced in its rumble, and one that had Solas feeling anything but threatened.

"Halamshiral says otherwise.", Fane almost sang himself, another smirk slowly forming on beautifully sculpted lips.

"What are--", Solas began to question, but immediately blanched when the realization hit him. "Vhenan!", he exclaimed, the fluttering of the ravens in the rookery making him cringe, but that fizzled out as he could feel his ears staring to burn with the memory. Oh, his dragon was cruel, cruel.

"Relax. I'm fucking with you.", Fane said, blase as can be, but a thumb started to stroke the back of his hand, knowing that he had pressed a bit harder than usual. "Anyways, you want me to let go so you can finish?" The question considerate, well meaning, no jokes within its rolling baritone.

Solas paused, pondering the question, even as minor irritation at being flustered was still evident, as was the blush he could feel lightly warming his face.

Did he want to break their connection?

He glanced down at their joined hands, heart melting steadily as he absently compared the differences and the similarities before he let out a soft sigh, smiling a bit.

"Not particularly.", he said before turning back to the wall, eyes glued to the sharp lines, warm colors, and long thought out symbolize of the fresco. He could feel his face heating up again, a set of familiar eyes peering up at him with an all knowing glint. "It...makes me happy.", he admitted, face steadily working into a blaze. What was it about his dragon that made the coolness melt so easily?

A quiet snort had Solas rolling his eyes, but despite the exasperation he smiled. Only he would fall in love with a truly infuriating dragon.

"I'm going to get Varric to mark this day on the calendar.", Fane quipped, voice teasing and harboring no ill will as he squeezed his hand lovingly. Solas reciprocated as he leaned down to pick up his tools once again, smiling fondly all the while.

"I am sure he will be pleased, and I will be displeased when the topic inevitably comes up.", Solas quipped back, shifting a bit to the side and finding that he, indeed, had plenty of maneuverability. He supposed it wasn't such an arduous endeavor to paint with only one hand.

"You'll survive.", Fane said with a chuckle before his voice dropped low once more, sheepish where otherwise it was filled with bravado. "...And..um..I'm happy that you're happy. Just so you know.."

Solas blinked, halting his task once again to glance down. He saw a delicate blush painting ivory cheeks, emerald eyes nearly gold from its hue and the emotions flooding through draconic ravines as it glared at the pages of the book in a lap he had found himself using as surely as the couch his heart was reclined in. A wider, more tender smile formed on Solas' face at that before he refocused his attention on the mural, even as he wished to gaze at the world that knew, that understood every feeling of disassociation that coursed through a body he had never wanted.

"I am glad, my dragon.", Solas whispered, the hand in his squeezing harder than normal to say, 'Me, too'. "I am glad.."

He would gladly forfeit one of his hands if it meant the one holding his like it was the most precious, perfect thing it had ever found would stay warm, strong, and alive in a world so grey and dead.

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Solas POV because I love writing him, and these two give me life. I drink in all the fluff! ALL OF IT! X3 Hope you liked it! It was a challenging one, but I like a good challenge! >:D

[secondhand-trash]

10 Things I Hate About You

A/N: killing two birds with one stone over here because this is both my part of the bnharem server collab for Valentine’s Day and also my entry to the @shinsoubowl Vday Gatcha event uwu. Big thanks to @burnedbyshoto for making the masterlist this time! 

The prompt I got from @shinsoubowl-vday-gacha : 

“Can I have a hug?”

“No.”

“What, why?”

“Because if I hug you, I’m not gonna be able to let go.”

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

Description: You hated Shinso Hitoshi, mostly because you could not believe yourself when you said it no matter how much you tried.

Word count: 2854

Playlist:

California Friends//The Regrettes

A Teenager In Love//Dion & The Belmonts (this song honestly hits)

Saw You in a Dream//The Japanese House

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I hate the way you talk to me, 

and the way you cut your hair.

Shinsou was a pretty smart guy, you had to admit no matter how many times you snarkily called him an idiot, but it truly puzzled you how someone so clever like him could be so stupid.

You stared in horror when he plopped down next to you that morning with a sigh. Upon noticing your gaze, he turned to look at you without really sparing you much of his attention. “What?”

“Please tell me that you didn’t impulsively cut your hair again.”

His hand went up to run through his untamed lilac hair at your mention. While you might not see the difference at first glance, it did not take long for you to see how each strand of hair was standing up towards every direction in a much more irregular way than they did the day before.

You didn’t stop to question why you would pay so much attention to his hair that it was almost as if your gut feeling was telling you that something was wrong with it, only rolling your eyes when he flicked away your outreached hand that wanted to fix those tuffs that looked like they had a mind of their own as they refused to do their owner’s bidding and popped back up even after Shinsou smoothed them out.

He groaned as he gave up, running his hand down his face before slamming them down on his desk. “Some of my bangs were poking at my eye so I decided to trim it a little last night.”

You quirked your brows at him in suspicion. “A little?”

He glared at you without much force in his eyes and you laughed. “It didn’t feel like much until it was too much, ok?”

“Here, let me help you.” You said as you leaned forward, surprised to see that he didn’t do anything to stop you this time. Even with a missing corner here and there due to his careless chopping, his hair was ridiculously soft to touch. You weren’t sure if this breached across the line of friendly helpfulness that you had been desperately trying to maintain too directly, but you might have spent extra time on tugging each less flattering piece away just so you could enjoy the feeling of his hair brushing past your fingers for just a little bit longer.

“There.” You smiled when you pulled back, you could feel the fluttering in your heart when he chuckled and it brought you more dread than joy

“Thanks,” he said, and you hated how you wanted to imagine that the bit of twinkle in his purple eyes was there because of you, “I really don’t know what I will do without you sometimes.”

You merely huffed before turning away, the forced smile only faltered when you knew that you were safe from his gaze.

Idiot, you cursed to yourself without even knowing if it was for him or for you. You hated how he could just say things like that out of nowhere like it was no big deal, and you hated how it kept repeating in your head like it was.

I hate the way you drive my car, 

I hate it when you stare.

Class was boring, very boring, especially when you were trying to stop yourself from glancing to your side to stare at your friend who would very likely be asleep and wouldn’t notice your wandering eyes and you had no choice but to look straight ahead of you at the teacher who was talking about things that you should care about but didn’t want to bother with.

Stupid Shinsou, with the stupidly cute pout he always had on his lips when he slept in class.

You knew that the more you indulge yourself in what you had identified as a crush from the stammering heart and the giddiness you felt whenever you were around him, the more likely it was that you would end up doing something you regret. 

It took a long time for you to slip your way through the cracks of those walls he had built up around him and while part of you just wanted to get this done and over with, you had no idea what you would do when he shut you out of his world like you were never there. The truth was that you liked being his friend too much to leap at the chance that perhaps this might end up to be something nice for both of you.

But you just wanted one look, that couldn’t hurt right?

The tip of your ears felt like they were burning up when you glanced at your side to see a pair of purple orbs staring straight at you. He was not asleep as you thought he would be, with his arms overlapping in front of him and his cheeks resting on top showing only the features above his nose.

He was already looking at you when you were just about to steal a glance at him, how long had he been doing that? You did not look away, pondering what an average person who did not have a crush on the person they were staring at would do in this situation before resorting to a small smile that you hoped wouldn’t look too stiff.

“What?” You mouthed.

Shinsou continued with his face buried in his arms, not at all minding that you caught him in the middle of his not so discrete staring. You furrowed your brows together when he didn’t respond, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Arching his brow, the thin line above those hypnotizing eyes lifted to form a sharp angle, as if he was questioning you on what you were doing instead of answering your question. 

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to react when he shrugged with a mindless chuckle before hiding his entire face within his arms and turned to the side, probably drifting off to a nap.

You spent the rest of the lesson wondering what that was supposed to mean, and you hated how you could not think of anything else.

I hate your big dumb combat boots 

and the way you read my mind.

“Are you ok?”

You broke out of your mindless state at the voice that rang by your ear all of a sudden. It was like the lens in your brain was slowly finding the focus to everything around you and it was until the blur lifted from your head that you remembered how you were supposed to say something when someone asked if you were ok.

“Yeah. Why ask?”

It was not a lie but not exactly the truth either. The thing was, you did not have a reason not to be but you did not feel like yourself at all. You were tired, oh so very worn out without even doing much in reality. Perhaps it was how you could not really name much of the things that you had actually done that made you felt so uneased. 

But again, you did not have a reason not to be so might as well pull through.

Shinsou did not ponder any further as he took in your state. You were not doing well, or at least that was what he thought. You were staring at a distance without looking at anything in particular and you were normally the one to greet him every morning when he sat down, not the other way round. He did not really know what happened, and he found himself frowning at how little he knew about you outside of your interactions in the classroom.

You did not want to be vulnerable in front of him for many reasons that weren’t a lack of trust. In fact, if there was someone who might understand where your sudden gloominess came from, you felt like it might be him. But you did not want to face that possibility, you could not handle your own will wavering if you began to crack in front of him.

You had never felt the urge to cry as much as you did the moment he leaned over and pat the top of your head.

You were dazed at the soft touch. He did not say anything. No words of encouragement, no asking you if there was anything wrong, nothing. But like how you could not express the way you were feeling with your words, there was more that he delivered to you with a simple action like that.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or to cry at how your heart raced whenever you thought of that brief interaction and the feeling of his palm again.

I hate you so much it makes me sick, 

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right, 

I hate it when you lie.

“Are you ok?”

“Hm?” He looked up from his notes, his hand pausing amidst his scribbling and the lead dragged on the paper when he put the pencil to the side. 

You knew that he was not doing great and it only confirmed your existing thought when you saw just how tired he looked when he turned to face you. It wasn’t like they weren’t there almost all the time, but it still made your heart sank at how heavy the dark circles underlying his eyes were. He looked gray, not pale because not being able to get tanned was something he was born with according to his own claims, gray. His lips were very chapped and you could hear the nasal in his voice with the small hum he replied to you with.

“You look...” You thought of a way you could possibly phrase it to make it sound less offensive. “sick.”

“I’m fine.” It was a blatant lie, you could hear it in his voice. “Just a small cold, nothing much.”

Squeezing his eye tight before forcefully widening them again with a small shake of his head, his failed attempt at looking more awake did not make you any less concerned.

“Maybe you should take a day off and rest a little bit?”

He sighed, “I can’t. I have training to catch up with and I can’t afford to miss any more progress if I want to transfer to the hero course without too much suffering next year.”

You wanted to say something, “But...”

“I’ll be alright.” He let out a low chuckle which quickly turned into a small couch, “You don’t have to worry over me, you know?”

The words that were already at your throat hitched and the lump forming at the back forced you to shove everything down. He was right, and you knew that he was for a different reason than why he said it in the first place. 

You were not in the place to have any say in his decisions as much as you wanted to scream at him to just take care of himself. 

So you shrugged before turning back at your own work, your hands gripping onto the pen slightly too tightly as you heard the muffled coughs coming next to you, and you hated that you did not even feel like you have to right to question him about it.

I hate it when you make me laugh, 

even worse when you make me cry.

This was sad, you sighed as you sat back on your chair and let the book that you placed straight on the desk fell down without your support, very sad. You could not be any more pathetic than this, what normal person would try to stare at their best friend through the spine of a book? 

It was a joke, and the way you immediately sat up straight and pretended you weren’t thinking about him just seconds ago when Shinsou walked up to mindlessly flip through the hardcover could not have been a better punchline. 

“You got any plans for today?” You asked, your heart ached at the question that you were stupid enough to ask when part of you dreaded to hear the answer.

It was Valentine’s Day, which you hated. If love truly came in the form of tiny sugar hearts and big teddy bears that would be dumped into the trash can when its owner decided that wasting precious living space for it was not worth it, then it sure was hella cheaper than what people made it out to be. 

You hated it nearly as much as how you hated that you were too much of a coward to tell the one person you wanted to spend this pseudo-holiday with that maybe you liked him way more than you had the guts to show it.

Shinsou shook his head as his eyes scanned through the book in disinterest before putting it right where it fell. “Does training sessions count?”

Was it bad that you were almost delighted by his reply? If you were lonely, it would be nice to know that he was not having much fun with someone that isn’t you. You scoffed as if you weren’t mean spiritedly hoping for that answer. “No?”

He hummed when his hand went to rub at his eyes. “Then I guess not. You?”

No, because I was too much of a coward to chin up and tell you that you are the one I want to spend Valentine’s Day with.

But you were a coward after all, and you did nothing but shook your head. 

“How come?”

You wanted to glare at him, but he sounded way too genuinely puzzled for you to be angry at him. You sighed, what an idiot. “Let’s talk about something that isn’t how we’re both alone on Valentine’s Day.”

He obliged, but not without stressing once again how he just couldn’t grasp why you didn’t have plans for the occasion.

You laughed, hating how the only reason was one that you could not find the bravery to tell him.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

He did not show up at the canteen today, casually telling you that he had training in the period before leaving the classroom as soon as the lunch bell rang.

Of course he did, and here you were thinking that maybe you could pacify your loneliness by telling yourself that even though it was not for the reason you wanted it to be, at least you technically had lunch together.

You did not have much stomach for the large portions served with the stuffiness at your chest and excused yourself from your table to return to the classroom. You sighed as you collapsed on the chair, enjoying the bit of silence you could get with no one else in the room but you. Everyone else had somewhere to be or someone to be with, but you just wanted to be alone. At least you could mend yourself with some alone time before carrying on your little act later as people started coming back.

You were too exhausted by your own mind that was deep in frustration to hear the door sliding open, the sudden call of your name from a voice that you simultaneously most and least wanted to hear at that moment nearly made you jump.

“You’re early.”

Shinsou hadn’t changed out of his gym clothes and the thin fabric was still wrapping around his neck. His hair was slightly messier than it was before he left, a few strands of baby hair sticking to his forehead by the sweat.

“Training’s over?” You said, trying to sound like you were not mildly panicking and your heart was not beating at an abnormally fast pace at his sudden interruption to your attempt at running away from thoughts that were all about him. “How was it?”

He sighed as he ran his hand through his tangled locks. “Rough, got my ass kicked.”

You snorted and he eyed you accusingly. “Isn't that a common occurrence?”

“Even more so than usual.” He said, his shoulders dropping down as he let out yet another exhale. He did look a lot more worn out than usual, you studied his posture with amusement. 

You shortcircuited when he nonchalantly said, “Can I have a hug?”

“No.”

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

He seemed to be taken back by your blunt refusal. “What, why?”

Idiot.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

“Because if I hug you, I’m not gonna be able to let go.” You said softly, all the pent up feelings rushed up to your throat as you finally told him what you had been trying to hold back from. 

not even close...

It took a second for him to process what you just said and the corner of his lips slowly lifted up. “I won’t mind that.”

Your eyes widened at his response, not being able to react as he slightly extended his arms towards you. All that worrying only for him to react like this, and you hated how your heart was practically leaping out of your chest.

You sighed before getting up and wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your chin on his shoulder as he pulled you tighter around him.

You could feel the vibration from his chest, his breath tickling your ear as he spoke. “Wanna go somewhere after school? It is Valentine’s Day.”

not even a little bit...

“Is this your way of asking me out?” You mumbled, and you could imagine the twinkles in his eyes as you heard him chuckle. You sighed and buried your face at the nape of his neck. “I hate you.”

not even at all.

“No you don’t.”

You did not, and it seemed like you could finally stop convincing yourself any otherwise.

[kissy-kobos-garden]

plot: you're having a rough day and kobo's there to comfort you.

genre: fluff, romance

word count: 1,750

a/n: this was specifically an idea Helen and I just came up with when we were talking and i hope that you guys would like this (❁´◡`❁)

- miko ✧

there wasn't a guarantee that life would be filled with only happiness all throughout. it was always going to be a rollercoaster ride of emotions - and you, for one, know that well. the all too familiar emotions that usually hit at the end of the day.

and it was one of those days that seem to feel like everything's just... against you. mistakes were made at [school/work] and the stress just keeps on getting built up, leaving you drained and exhausted.

all you want to do right now was to go home and be in the arms of kobo, your lover. every step towards your shared apartment grew heavier as the thought of being finally home was enough to tilt the overflowing glass of emotions.

the sound of the pin being punched in the keypad of the door of your shared apartment echoes throughout the room and before you know it, kobo was already standing before you with a bright smile.

"welcome home-" with your arms immediately finding their way to his waist was enough to cut him off and soon, the soft sniffling reaches up to his ears.

a sigh slips past his lips as he pulls you closer to him. in time like this, all he could ever wish for was to take all the pain away rather than seeing you all broken.

staying in that position for quite some time before he slowly pulls away. "hey, why don't you take a shower first and we'll talk about it after you get all washed up? how does that sound?"

your eyes were puffy and bloodshot from crying but the small pout forming on your lips sent kobo into an internal dilemma. should he shower you with kisses right there and then or have you take a warm shower before showering you with affection?

"and when you're done, you can wear one of my hoodies as well as any of my pajamas." he slightly bends down to meet your [eye/color] orbs. "i'd love that," your voice came out as a whisper but that didn't stop kobo from breaking into a soft smile.

"and while you're at it, i'll have two cups of chamomile tea and a whole strawberry shortcake prepared for us to snack on, hm?"

nodding in response, you were about to leave when he pulls you in for one more hug. "i love you."

"i love you too," you say, taking in his scent that you know so well. kobo pulls away from the hug and before letting you go, he plants a kiss on your forehead - chuckling afterward at your confused look.

"just go and take a shower."

"alright."

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a nice, long hot shower was one of the things you needed the most. it was as if all of the stress and sadness have been washed away with the suds.

donning on kobo's brown champion hoodie, you slowly make your way to the living room - only to be greeted by kobo's smile. "there's my girl."

"how're you feeling?" he asks with arms wide open for you, welcoming you into his arms and lap. "i'm feeling a bit better..."

and yet, kobo still sees the dullness in your eyes. it didn't sparkle like how it used to sparkle before. "did something happen at work?"

"you know, you can tell me about it since i'm your oppa." he may have said it with good intention, however, you couldn't help but feel the corner of your lips slightly tug upwards at the mention of "i'm your oppa." knowing quite well, how he sure loves being called oppa.

heaving out a sigh, you sink more onto his lap before wrapping your arms on his waist - nuzzling your face onto the crook of his neck. "today has been... pretty overwhelming."

letting out all of your pent-up stress and frustration felt like a big block being lifted off from your heavy chest. you know kobo's always been a good listener.

he always has and always will. he knows you like the back of his palm and sometimes, that thought comforts you.

a warm big blanket of comfort. that's what he is.

you tell him your day and from time to time, tears would well up on the corners of your eyes. "i just keep on messing up..."

"and i just don't want to keep on disappointing the people around me..." you croak out as you face kobo with glossy eyes. taking in both of your cheeks in the palm of his hand, his gaze softens and says, "sweetie, it's alright to make mistakes... human as we are, we're not perfect and you are not obligated to meet their expectations."

tucking in the strand of hair behind the back of your ear, he leans in before resting his forehead against yours. "mistakes are just mistakes. it won't define who you are... you're that hard-working, passion-drive, and kind-hearted woman that i love best in the world."

"more than your legos?"

the sight of his hesitation earned him a slight pinch on the sides, causing him to burst out laughing and pulling you into a hug. "i'm just kidding! of course, i love you more than legos."

"but joking aside, today's just another day. it's alright to feel this way from time to time but that doesn't mean you won't get back up on your feet, right?"

"right."

taking the plate of strawberry shortcake into his hand after quite some time of trying to hold you tightly as possible to prevent you from falling, he takes a small piece with a fork and brings it up to your lips - which you happily accepted. "good girl, now, how are you feeling?

you swiftly take the plate off from his hands and take another bite from the cake. "i feel a lot better now... thank you." kobo's gaze softens at the sight of the spark returning to your eyes. in times like this, he feels complete, accomplished as he's able to take some of the pain away even if it's in the smallest ways.

"but why'd you buy a whole cake? is there an occasion that i might have missed or something?" you ponder as you take in another bite. the soft lingering touch of kobo's fingers sent chills down your spine as he tucks in a couple of strands of your [h/c] locks behind your ears.

a sigh slips past your lips as you look at him, "oppa."

he stops mid-way to meet your eyes, "hmm? what is it?" rolling your eyes in response, you take another bite of the cake before setting it aside and cupping his cheeks.

the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips sends him into a laughing fit. the kind of laugh that can go for miles and miles.

"what's wrong-" you cut him off with a long, yet sweet kiss. the literal sweet kiss with the taste of the cake still settling on your lips and tongue.

never had he expected something like this to happen. especially not from you.

the feeling of his lips forming into a smile as he pulls you closer to him to deepen the kiss felt as if it's unlocked the cages of butterflies in your tummy.

you are the first one to break the kiss with your hands now resting on his chest, guiding you as you push yourself slightly away from kobo - gaze hazy as you try to catch your breath.

"you-" you pause as you feel him tuck a finger underneath your chin to make you look at him - only to be greeted by his lips once more, but this time, it was merely a peck. "i was supposed to be the one to kiss that pout away, not you."

in time like this, you just could help but finally, let out a hearty laugh at how kobo can easily take away all the stress and frustration. "you weren't listening!"

"hurt" was completely written on his face - as if he was unable to take in your remark. "i was listening to you," he quickly raises a finger to shush you, "but you do know how much i love you, right? just seeing that sparkle back in your eyes... made me really happy and it hurts to see you down."

"but seriously, what made you buy a whole cake? i mean, our anniversary's still a couple of months away and both of your birthdays are... you know... still coming up?"

handing you your cup of chamomile tea, you take a quick sip as you watch him carefully trade in the now-empty plate on the spot where the cup was placed. sure, it's out of the ordinary for him to buy a cake without any occasion.

but sometimes, kobo just knows you more than you know yourself.

"i had a gut feeling you were having a bad day," he leans back once more to meet your gaze, "so i bought you a whole strawberry shortcake to cheer you up."

and there he is. the man who really knows how to handle you so well. kobo surely is the type to move you to tears in his own little ways and tonight was one of those nights...

tears start to form in the corner of your eyes, bottom lips unconsciously pulling out into a pout as you take in what he said. "really?"

"really," he smiles as he takes a hold of your hand... quickly taking a sip from your tea. "ooh, this tea tastes good tonight."

and of course, kobo will still forever be that romantic, sweet yet cheeky guy you love so dearly.

"and since we have a lot of leftovers, if you want, we can use the rest in bed or something- ah, i'm just kidding! i'm just kidding! you didn't have to pinch me though." kobo rubs his cheeks as he watches you put down the cup of tea back onto the table.

you take a quick peek of him over your shoulder, a soft smile finding its way to your lips. he returns the smile with a wink - a laugh soon erupting from your chest, arms finding their way back to his waist.

one thing for sure... there's nothing you would want to trade this moment or any moment you spend with kobo. "i love you," you whisper as you settle back into his arms, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck.

"i love you too, [y/n]."

[starkermeup]

Be a Good Boy for Mr. Stark

Peter shows Tony how appreciative he is of him.

Or what should of happened in the car ride home in Homecoming.

Cross-Posted on AO3

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Peter smiled warmly as Mr. Stark talked to him, trying hard to focus on his words, while also attempting to convince himself that this was really happening. His role model and idol The Tony Stark, thinks he's special and deserving of his attention, to be even a future avenger, it was still a lot to take in. But he was loving every minute of it.

"Are you listening kid?" Mr. Stark asks, frowning at the prospect of being ignored and it takes Peter right out of his stupor. He nods his head shyly and blushes when he looks into Tony's dark chocolate eyes. That was going to take some getting used to he decides. "Because I don't like repeating myself."

"Y-yes, Mr. Stark. I heard you loud and clear. I was just thinking about everything you're doing for me and I feel so lucky and thankful that you'd take a chance on me." Peter finishes rather lamely and looks down nervously as he fumbles with his phone.

Tony stares at him with a raised eyebrow and it is then that Peter realizes the limo had stopped moving. Mr. Stark smiles at him then, but in a way Peter had yet to witness prior. He suddenly leans over Peter and Peter's confused but hugs the man regardless. If Mr. Stark wanted to hug him, there was no way he would deny him.

Tony waves his hand dismissively at the window and the figure on the other side walks away. Peter shivers when he feels Mr. Stark's hot breath on his ear.

"There is one way you can show your gratitude for my kindness Peter." Tony says and Peter feels chills run up his body. "You want to show me how grateful you are?"

The teenager blushes harder and clutches his mentor's expensive jacket. Mr. Stark couldn't be serious could he? There's no way he's talking about...

Tony guides Peter's hand down from his shoulder, down his suit until he stops on something hard and Peter audibly gasps when he realizes it’s his mentor's cock. He was aroused and it was for Peter of all people. He felt dizzy with realization and something hotter as Mr. Stark rubbed Peter's hand over his own crotch.

"Well? What will it be Mr. Parker? Are you thankful? Are you going to be a good boy and show me how thankful you are?" Tony asks smoothly, like he's completely unaffected by the movements of Peter's hand. Peter wants to change that. He whimpers at the good boy comment, feeling himself get harder by the second.

"Y-yes Sir I want to. I w-wanna show you how much I appreciate you." Peter says and he's not sure what he wants or what Mr. Stark wants from him but he's more than onboard for whatever because Mr. Stark wants him.

Tony smiles against his neck and brushes a fleeting kiss there. "Good boy. Now get on your knees." Mr. Stark says the last part with an edge and Peter finds himself dropping to the flooring of the limo before he really knows what he's doing. "Take it out, show me how grateful you are Peter." Mr. Stark motioned towards his crotch and Peter's mouth goes dry as he carefully takes out his mentor's cock with shaky fingers. Before he knows it, Tony's cock comes into view, much thicker and longer than his own. Peter's breathe hitches at the sight and his mouth waters. Mr. Stark was huge. The girth of it alone was making Peter anxious with the fear of letting his mentor down. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Sir, I-I don't know what to do..." Peter hesitates. Instead of frowning like the teenager anticipated, Tony smiled at him again and reached out to ruffle the boy's hair.

"That's okay, I'll help you through it. Wrap your hand around the base and lick the tip." Mr. Stark says easy like he was explaining bio-tech and not teaching his mentee to give him head. Peter nodded and did as he was told, gapping at the way his hand couldn't fully wrap around the sheer girth of the cock. He leans down, shyly licking the head a few times feeling the taste of salt and pre-cum on his tongue. Tony hums pleased at his efforts but tugs on Peter's curls edging him further down his length. "Don't be shy, I wanna see just how appreciative you are." Mr. Stark says and Peter can read between the lines to what he means. "Breathe through your nose." The man above him adds.

Peter closed his eyes and sucked hard as he allows his mouth to take the whole head in his mouth. Mr. Stark groans at the sensation and Peter wanted to smile that he's getting The Tony Stark off. It motivates him to take the man deeper, feeling his jaw start to ache from the thick cock.

"Hmm, yeah that's so good, Peter. You really are such a good boy, aren’t you? Showing me how grateful you are, how much you want it. Such a good boy..." Tony praises him and it makes Peter moan around him. He wants to be Tony's good boy, wants to make him feel good.

He's nearly to the base when his gag reflex kicks in and he pulls off embarrassed, coughing a little.

"I-I'm sorry Sir. I-I don't think I can take it all in my mouth." He resisted the urge to add yet because Mr. Stark probably won't want him to show his appreciation again after this. His heart sinks at the thought. He couldn't have that. "Can I try again please?"

Mr. Stark stared at his mentee, hair disheveled, eyes blown and lips puffy. All this from a little dicksucking. Amazing. He pondered. "Of course baby." Tony said, petting Peter's already messy hair.

Peter's heart fluttered and his cock twitched at the word. Mr. Stark just called him baby. Baby of all things and Peter felt hot all over as he sucked his mentor back into his mouth. Peter closed his eyes again and rolled his tongue, going up and down on the cock, thinking of all the best porn he'd seen, trying to imitate what they did. It seems to be working as Tony's groaning nonstop with his hand securely in Peter's hair, not yanking but simply guiding the boy down.

"Fuck. You're doing so good baby. Keep it up, let me see your eyes. I want you to remember who you're thanking accordingly. Remember who this mouth belongs to from now on." Tony says, thrusting his hips up in time with Peter opening his eyes. Tony seeing Peter's big orbs widen as he gags on his cock. Tony groans at the sinfulness of the act in front of him.

Peter whines but doesn't pull off, instead focuses on breathing through his nose and rutting his hips against the floor desperate for some friction. As his mentor gently fucked his mouth, praising him, Peter couldn't believe his fate, his role model and crush since he was a kid wanting him like this. It was almost too much. Mr. Stark had said his mouth belongs to him now. Peter whimpers at the idea as he hollowed his cheeks. That would be nice he thinks, to be owned by Tony Stark. He wants it. Craves it even.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna bust my load in your mouth and you're gonna swallow every last drop. You're going to show me just how grateful you are." Tony utters and stares at Peter as he comes hard down the boy's throat.

Buried to the hilt of his mentor's cock, Peter had no choice but to gulp down the waves of warm cum the best he could, eyes not leaving his mentor. Despite the act they just committed, somehow staring at one another like this, felt like the most intimate thing they had done. Peter pulls off when he thinks he got it all and suddenly feeling very exposed.

"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter says and a small string of cum on his bottom lip, connected to the tip of the man's softening cock. He isn't sure where he's going with this. Although he isn't given a chance to finish because Tony groans as he grabs him up and planting the boy in his lap. Peter blushed at the sitting arrangement. Even though, Tony was soft now, he was still big and Peter could feel it on his thigh. It made him moan desperately. "Please, S-Sir I need to-" Tony hushes him with a finger to his lips.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you baby," The older man says and he looks even better up close like this, so handsome and god, did he smell good. Peter tried to close the small distance between their lips but Mr. Stark beats him to it, tugging Peter forward by the curls at the back of his head. Peter gaps, immediately clinging to Tony. He moaned as his mentor worked his mouth open, feeling like jelly in his embrace. His first kiss, going to Mr. Stark, he whines with realization, unintentionally grinding down, which made him whine more from the friction.

Peter must have got caught up in the rolling of their tongues because he doesn't even notice Mr. Stark's hand traveling down his back and around until he lets out a high pitch moan in the kiss. Tony presses hard on the teen's confined hard-on.

"Look at you, so hard just from cock sucking. You just aim to please, don't you Peter? Always being such a good boy...I think you deserve a reward." Tony says against the boy's mouth. He slides his hand into Peter's jeans and wraps it around his throbbing cock, Peter leans forward from the friction, resting his forehead against the older man's shoulder. Noises he can't contain slip out as Tony works his cock up and now.

"G-god, M-Mr. Stark I-I" Peter can't even finish his sentence, too focused on the heat of his mentor's hand on him. It felt incredible, another first taken by Mr. Stark and he was getting off on it. He couldn't help the way his hips move on their own, only moaning more when Tony lets him.

"That's it Peter. Fuck my fist like the needy little thing you are. I want you to cum like this. Good boys do as they're told so be a good boy and cum baby." Tony whispers into the boy's ear, jerking him faster.

Peter isn't sure exactly what takes him overboard, he'd bet it was the 'good boy' or 'baby' comment. Either way, Peter was coming and whining as Tony worked his cock completely, milking it of every drop until he was soft and sensitive. Peter collapsed on top of his mentor, completed sedated, trying to catch his breath as the latter pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket.

"Hm, you made a mess of my suit jacket." Tony clicked his tongue and Peter blushes with embarrassment.

"I-I I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to. It just felt so g-good..." Peter says and he's staring down at the man's chest. Tony tips his head up, so they're eye level and presses a kiss against the boy's lips. He pulls away shortly afterwards (much to Peter's disappointment) and smirks at him.

"Since you were getting your reward, it's alright this time but-" Mr. Stark stops as he holds Peter's jaw in place, looking at him with dark orbs. "If you do it again, I'm gonna make you clean it up with your tongue, understand? Good boys don't make messes."

"Y-yes Mr. Stark, I'll be more careful next time." Peter says, still floating from the best orgasm he ever had. Again. Mr. Stark wanted to do it again with him and that was definitely something Peter could get behind.

"I know you will," Mr. Stark says accordingly and puts himself back into his slacks, Peter can't help but watch, still in disbelief the cock was just in his mouth. "You're a good boy."

[theshatteredrose]

Relic Keepers: Awakening of the Red Lily (Chapter 28) - Original Fiction

AN: I am so sorry it took me this long to get this chapter out! The usual excuses, I’m afraid. I am dedicated to finishing this story, and I promise I won’t leave it hanging for like a year or something. With that said, hope you enjoy reading~

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Chapter 28:

Eishirou sat on the edge of an infirmary bed. His jacket laid out on the bed next to him, his t-shirt on his lap as Neriah wound medical tape around his right shoulder. The pain had subsided, but that was due entirely to the pain medication he had received the moment he was brought to the infirmary.

Jacob was the one who near literally whisked Eishirou to the infirmary, leaving Zayne at the museum with the Star Rebellion follower.

He had no idea what was going on outside this examination room. Sigmund had been called to deal with the situation. The rest of Team 3 had also been called in order to offer assistance should it be needed.

Neriah was the only person in the room with him. The only insight he could offer him was his diagnosis of his injuries.

“Nothing is broken, thankfully. But it was close. It’s going to be sore for a few days. So, be sure to take your pain medication.”

Eishirou offered the professor a small smile. “Sure,” he said as he immediately struggled to pull on his t-shirt.

The low ache of pain and stress was still there, but nothing like it was. That sharp, jagged jolt of pain he felt when it first happened was extraordinary. He hadn’t felt anything like it. And to think, his attacker simply tossed him aside. Literally.

He didn’t even want to consider what they would have done to him if they had set out to hurt him.

“Now.” Neriah’s voice quickly turned stern. The tone of voice he would take just before he would launch into a lecture. “Have you been eating properly?”

Eishirou dutifully nodded his head. “Yes.”

Neriah gave him a look that was uniquely cynical and interrogative. “Really? When was the last time you ate?”

“It was…”

Last night. He accidentally skipped breakfast that morning. Whoops!

Ah, crap. He had to tell Neriah that, huh? M-maybe he could talk his way around it to avoid a lecture? No, that wouldn’t work. Maybe blurt it out and beg for mercy?

“Hey.”

Eishirou just barely caught himself from uttering a sigh of relief when Jacob walked into the room. Jacob’s timing was perfect once again!

“How are you doing?” he asked as he immediately gave Eishirou a concerned, inspecting look.

“I’m all right,” Eishirou replied instinctively.

“For now,” Neriah added as he picked up Eishirou’s jacket to drape over his shoulders. “Those painkillers will wear off eventually.”

Jacob frowned. “How bad?”

“Not too bad, thankfully. He’s going to have a few bumps and bruises, though. His shoulder received the worst of it. His wrists are going to have the darkest bruises, though.”

Eishirou immediately glanced down at his wrists and winced. Yeah, the angry red skin was beginning to turn into an ugly purple. Typing, basically anything with his hands was going to hurt.

It was likely that his attacker knew that, so targeted him that way on purpose.

Jacob dragged a chair over toward the bed and sat down in front of Eishirou, a very serious expression on his face. “What happened?”

Eishirou sighed as he subconsciously tugged his jacket closer around him. “They were after the Red Lily.”

A wrinkle immediately appeared in Jacob’s brow. “Are you sure?”

“They demanded to know where it was. That’s pretty clear.”

“Indeed.” The frown on Jacob’s lips deepened and he leaned back into the chair. “Now, why would they want with a relic?”

That was a good question. They, of course, wouldn’t tell him. And that led to so many other questions. The most troubling question he had was why did they know they could go through him to get to the Red Lily?

The sound of someone striding purposefully down the hall just outside the room caught Eishirou’s attention. The sound was oddly familiar to him and he looked over at the door expectantly.

Sure enough, it was Zayne who appeared in the doorway, hand on the frame and a worried frown on his face.

“Eishirou?” Zayne questioned as he moved into the room.

“I’m all right,” Eishirou automatically replied as he reached out a hand toward Zayne.

But soon regretted it when his shoulder ached sharply, prompting him to grimace and clutch at his shoulder. And that propelled Zayne to his side, crouching near the bed with obvious worry on his face. Much like the first time Zayne had visited him in the infirmary.

He actually felt a prang of guilt with that memory. The second time he had worried Zayne unwittingly. Both times he couldn’t exactly help. He knew that. So, the guilt was irrational. But as illogical as it was, he still felt it and made the silent promise to make it up to Zayne somehow.

“Just a few bumps and bruises,” he tried to reassure with a small smile.

Of course, Zayne wasn’t exactly convinced and still looked sincerely worried as he sat down onto the bed next to him.

“What happened to that guy?”

“He’s under surveillance.”

Sigmund was the one to answer as he abruptly stepped into the room.

He made no attempt to elaborate further. And from the tone of his voice, Eishirou didn’t want to know where, what they were planning to do, or what state his attacker was in. As nosy as he was, some things were better off not knowing.

“Care to explain what happened?” Sigmund went on to ask him.

Eishirou took a moment to gather his thoughts before he heaved a sigh. He started from the very beginning. From when he entered the museum to when he felt a presence, and to how he was accosted. He tried to give as much detail as possible as he knew anything and everything could be vital to learn more about the motive.

The men in the room all had varying degrees of protectiveness when Eishirou went on to explain what happened when he was attacked. Zayne’s bristle was the most obvious of the four, with Jacob and Neriah an equal second. Sigmund simply narrowed his eyes, his gaze hardening into a stoic expression that Eishirou couldn’t even begin to describe.

Their expressions changed a moment later when Eishirou moved onto how he had used the Sound Orb in his desperate attempt to escape.

“After that, they threatened to kill me, so I ran. That’s when Zayne appeared. He took care of things from there.” Eishirou sighed and twisted his hands in a nervous motion upon his lap, feeling winded from simply explaining everything. “That’s all I know.”

The room fell silent, each occupant taking the time needed to fully comprehend all the information Eishirou had just given them.

“They’re after a relic?” Sigmund’s musing broke the silence. “Hm. I’ll have Elites patrolling around the museum for the next few days. And it appears that Eishirou here will need a bodyguard.”

A knowing half-grin suddenly appeared on Jacob’s face. “He already has one.”

Sigmund arched a questioning eyebrow. “Hm?”

“He obviously means me,” Zayne responded with a light snort. As if it was all so apparent.

“Well, it makes sense since you room together, hm?”

Sigmund’s expression remained stoic, but he did raise a questioning eyebrow. “Roommates?”

“That’s right,” Zayne answered swiftly in defensiveness. Sounding as though he was willing to rebuke anything negative that Sigmund could or would respond with.

Instead, Sigmund furrowed his brow, mildly confused. “I see. Well, it’s safe to assume that the attack from yesterday is connected to the one of today. And it is Eishirou who was their primary target.”

Eishirou was unable to prevent himself from wincing. He had felt as much moments after the attack. He wasn’t exactly thrilled knowing that his hunch had been right.

“Honestly, all this fuss over a relic,” Neriah suddenly commented, pure exasperation in his voice. “Is it really that special?”

“We have absolutely no idea,” Jacob grumbled as he roughly scratched at his head. “It’s unwilling to reveal its secrets.”

It wouldn’t reveal its secrets until certain conditions were met. That was what Jairus believed from their session yesterday.

A troubled expression suddenly appeared on Neriah’s features. “If you are yet to work it out, why are those Star Rebellion followers so intent on it?”

Jacob immediately stilled, and so did Eishirou. That was a very good question. And a disturbing one at that.

…Did the Star Rebellion know something about the Red Lily that they didn’t?

“Who were they?” Eishirou directed that question toward Sigmund. “The one who attacked me?”

“We’re still attempting to establish that. They’re unwilling to talk, unsurprisingly,” he answered gruffly. He glanced over at the clock on the wall and frowned. “I best return. Perhaps now, they will talk.”

Highly unlikely.

Zayne didn’t move from his spot and Sigmund made no attempt to order him to follow him. Instead, he simply turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. Back straight, shoulder’s back; he was definitely a man on a mission.

Eishirou almost felt sorry for his attacker. Almost.

“Eishirou.” The serious tone of Jacob’s voice caused Eishirou to immediately turn to him. “How did you use the Sound Orb?”

That was a fair question. “I remembered a recording I viewed earlier. It said something like; 'The right hands to hinder the wrong ears'. So, I focused my intent on the Sound Orb only affecting the one attacking me. And only them.”

And it actually worked. Thank goodness that it did!

“That would explain why we heard the sound but not affected by it,” Jacob murmured as he held his chin in a pondering stance. “Interesting.”

Neriah clapped his hands sharply to gain everyone’s attention. “Enough musing and pondering for today,” he said as he sent Jacob a pointed look. “You’ve got work to do back at the museum.”

Jacob raised his hands in a surrendering manner. “Right, right.”

“And you,” Neriah continued as he turned to give Eishirou the same pointed stare. “You are to return to your room and get some rest. I don’t want to see you in any classes for at least two days.”

Eishirou couldn’t help but pout. “Ah, so I have two days off, then?” Was he going to do? Staying put and just being still wasn’t exactly his thing.

Neriah heaved a sigh and his shoulders drooped in exasperation. “Anyone else would be thrilled with having days off,” he muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “But not you researchers. Honestly, you’re a breed of your own.”

Rude. Though, it was probably true.

“Zayne, get him out of here and make sure he doesn’t try to sneak in some research,” Neriah went on to order.

An amused smirk made its way to Zayne’s lips and he nodded. “I’ll do my best,” he promised.

Zayne then wrapped an arm around Eishirou’s back and helped him to his feet. Eishirou was glad for the support as his head throbbed from light-headedness and he had to fight off the urge drop back down onto the bed. He honestly feared for a moment that he was going to faint.

He hoped that no one else had caught onto that little stumble. But, of course, he was wrong. Zayne tightened his arm around his back, his hand pressed against his side, while Neriah also reached out to steady him. He wasn’t alarmed, however. He simply prattled off his orders and handed over a box of painkillers he would need to take every six hours.

A few minutes later, Eishirou was being escorted through the gardens of the Academy toward the dorms once more. Zayne continued to keep him close to him, his gaze alternating between looking at their surroundings for any threats. And toward him in concern.

Eishirou felt that prang of guilt once. “Sigmund seemed surprised that we’re roommates.”

Zayne, however, simply shrugged nonchalantly. Completely unconcerned about Sigmund’s reaction. So, Eishirou decided to drop it altogether. If Zayne wasn’t concerned, he didn’t need to be either. Though, thinking about it there was no need to have any concern anyway, right? It wasn’t like there was an iron-clad rule stating that Elites and Passives couldn’t be roommates.

There might be such a rule in that stupid, hypocritical Academy Hierarchy. But those who worshipped such an obnoxious set of rules weren’t worth worrying about.

The rest of the journey to the dorms was made in silence. There were thankful very few people roaming about. The less people to witness him in such a state, the better. He didn’t want any more gossip to make the circlet around the Academy. It might reach the ears of the Star Rebellion, after all.

He didn’t know much about them, but he was fairly certain that if they knew about his injuries, they would immediately make their move.

“Get some sleep,” Zayne suggested as he took a moment to ensured that the door to their room was closed and locked tightly behind them. “You didn’t get much last night.”

Eishirou turned toward him and shrugged off his jacket. “Ah, well, you didn’t either.” As he dropped his jacket to the end of his bed and sat down himself, he felt another wave of light-headedness wash over him.

“But now that you mention it, I feel exhausted all of a sudden,” he muttered as he kicked off his shoes. “It’s probably because of the painkillers.”

He ignored the desire to simply flop down onto the bed, instead lowering himself slowly so not to bring himself more pain. He laid his head upon the pillow and closed his eyes. He half expected to lay there for a few minutes, simply trying to get comfortable.

Instead, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he dropped off to sleep.

When Eishirou opened his eyes again, the room was far darker than before. It was the type of darkness that came from evening, not just from the closing of the blinds. He remembered it being around lunchtime when he returned to his room. Had he slept that long?

He supressed a groan as he rolled onto his side. His vision was still slightly blurry as he looked over at Zayne’s side of the room. However, Zayne was not on the bed. Instead, he was in a crouched position in the middle of the floor. Focused entirely on the door of their room. In his hands, his holsters. Grip tight, shoulders tensed, completely still.

Eishirou lifted his head up off the pillow. He looked just like he had last night. Was he on alert again?

“Zay-?”

“Shhh,” Zayne suddenly hushed him, indicating that he was completely conscious. “There’s something out there.”

Eishirou slowly pushed himself into a sitting position and glanced over at the door. He couldn’t see anything, obviously. Just a dim beam of light from under the door. The light was unbroken, indicating that there wasn’t anything just outside the door.

But Zayne wasn’t reacting to nothing. He was fully conscious. He was reacting to something.

The sudden buzz of his communicator alerting him to a message caused Eishirou to jump, jarring his shoulder in the process. He hissed in pain as he grabbed his shoulder. He mused mildly to himself that he was likely due to take another dose of pain medication, and it was likely Neriah who messaged him.

But as he checked, he was surprised to find that it was from Katsuto, the dorm superintendent. And the message wasn’t good.

“Oh…” Eishirou felt his heart sink.

“What?” Zayne asked, his voice low and his attention focused toward the door.

“It’s an alert telling Passives to stay in their dorms,” Eishirou winced.

“ShadowDwellers?”

“Yeah. We’re in lockdown.”

Zayne replaced one of his holsters into his leg holder and reached out a hand in Eishirou’s direction. Eishirou gazed at his open hand for a moment before he slipped in his own and allowed Zayne to pull him toward him. As Zayne pushed himself to stand tall, he pressed Eishirou tightly against his side and wound an arm around his waist.

“What do you usually do in lockdowns?” he asked as he pulled Eishirou with him away from the door.

“Turn off the lights and hide,” Eishirou answered as he grasped at the front of Zayne’s shirt with his left hand.

Zayne didn’t immediately reply. He appeared as though he waited for more information. When Eishirou didn’t offer anything more, as there was none to give, he gave him a frustrated look. “That’s it?”

Well, what else could they do?

“Passives can’t fight, remember?”

“This is ridiculous; you’re all sitting ducks here,” Zayne muttered angrily as he manifested his gun-blade and held it offensively toward the door. “Are there any other Elites here?”

Eishirou shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“Great. I’m literally the only Elite here.”

Eishirou tightened his grip on Zayne’s clothing. He hoped the lockdown was just a false alarm. That there weren’t any ShadowDwellers actually inside the building. But…Zayne’s reaction. He wouldn’t have reacted in such a way if there wasn’t a threat to be found somewhere, right?

He could only hope that the other Passives in the dormitory were going to be all right.

He stayed pressed against Zayne’s side as seconds ticked by ever-so slowly. Zayne kept an arm around his back, keeping him close for both protection and comfort. Reminding Eishirou that he was lucky to have Zayne there with him. He couldn’t imagine going through something like this on his own.

Sitting alone in the pitch-darkness, waiting for either the lockdown to be lifted. Or to come face to face with a ShadowDweller. And not being able to do anything about it.

Zayne suddenly tensed and held Eishirou tighter. Eishirou wasn’t sure of his reaction at first. Until he heard it. There was a noise just outside the room. A strange noise. It sounded like scurrying. And yet, the movements sounded sloppy and wet.

The single beam of light at the bottom of the door was abruptly overtaken by darkness. It covered the entirety of the light.

“Whatever happens, do not let go,” Zayne whispered to him.

Eishirou could only nod his head. Though his shoulder ached in protest, he turned so that he was pressed against Zayne’s chest, gripping at his jacket with both hands.

Another noise unexpectedly erupted from the door. A noise that could only be described as a monstrous groan of excitement. As if the ShadowDweller had found what it was after. And they were moving in.

A sticky sound followed. Like that of someone walking through thick, dense mud. Then a black mass began to bubble up from the lower gap of the door. Seeping its way into the room. Bubbling across the floor like a muddy stream.

That noise. That movement.

It sounded just like those Humanoid ShadowDwellers that ambushed them at the lighthouse. The ones that could have, and would have, killed Zayne and the others if the Red Lily didn’t appear.

The pool of black liquid began to boil, forming the distorted, deformed shape of a human.

Not again. Please, not again.

“Zayne…”

“I know how to kill these assholes now,” Zayne suddenly growled.

He quickly lashed out with his weapon, abruptly slicing the top of its head. Scalping it, if it had been a human. But it seemed to have done the trick; the ShadowDweller uttered a loud shriek before folding to the floor in a puddle. And that soon dissipated into a thick, greenish mist.

But as that ShadowDweller disappeared from existence, another began to seep its way under the door to take its place.

They thankfully couldn’t break their way through the door, but they could squeeze in under it. But how many were on the other side? And why were they targeting their room specifically?

Several loud, ear-splitting shrieks suddenly erupted just outside the door before abruptly falling silent. The light beneath the foot of the door quickly returned. The screams and the light indicated that there were indeed a group for ShadowDwellers there. And they had been dealt with swiftly.

Two shadows, likely that of feet, stopped just in front of the door. The figure on the other side seemed to turn toward the door to regard it for a moment. They stood there for a few drawn out seconds before, finally, the feet shifted and moved from view.

Footsteps were heard moving away before disappearing entirely.

Zayne unexpectedly lowered his gun-blade. “That was an Elite,” he said with mild confusion.

Zayne’s puzzled expression confused Eishirou in return. Before he could question him, however, his communicator buzzed once more. Another message. This one positive, however.

“Lockdown has been lifted.”

Though…it was a surprise by how quickly it had been lifted. Not even five minutes ago, there was a group of ShadowDwellers attempting to break in. How could have Katsuto known to lift the alert that quickly? And just who was that Elite?

A sharp ache in Eishirou’s shoulder abruptly reminded him that he was too tired and sore to be thinking too much.

He sighed as he finally peeled his fingers away from Zayne’s jacket. He could have done without that.

Two attacks of Star Rebellion followers. A lockdown due to ShadowDwellers in the area. A group ShadowDweller just on the other side of the door. A ShadowDweller actually making its way inside.

It had been a wild couple of days. To put it mildly.

“This lockdown bullshit needs to be handled better,” Zayne suddenly stated as he helped Eishirou back over to his bed before he pulled out his communicator to harshly mash at the buttons.

“What are you going to do?” Eishirou asked as he sat down on his bed. But his question only to prompt Zayne to start ranting.

“I’m going to speak with Sigmund about this. Expecting Passives to hide and hope for the best is bullshit. Room some Elites in here. That’s what we’re here for; we fight ShadowDwellers. It’s no good having Elites several minutes away. Had no one else thought of this? This divide between Elites and Passives is such bullshit. Holy shit, where do I begin?”

Despite Zayne’s angry rambling, Eishirou found a sense of comfort from him.

However, he also felt a sense of concern.

“Are you going to be all right?” Eishirou abruptly asked.

Zayne looked up from his communicator to give Eishirou a look that was a mix of confusion and amusement. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

Ok, that was fair. “Well, it’s been stressful, you know? You’re sure to be on alert for a while. Right?”

Zayne soon caught onto what he was referring to and winced. “Yeah,” he muttered. He soon shook his head, however, and waved dismissively. “But that’s fine. This is different. I’ll be up for hours, so try to get some sleep. Wait, take a painkiller first and then get some sleep.”

Eishirou wasn’t going to argue with that. The ache in his shoulder, along with his head, was really starting to set in.

“I’m actually looking forward to taking tomorrow off,” he said as he reached for his pain medication that was set on his bedside table. “These last few days have been so…crazy.”

To put it lightly.

He also couldn’t help but feel a sense of detachment at the moment. Two attacks and a lockdown in a matter of hours. And yet, here he was, preparing to head off to bed and get some sleep. Like nothing had happened. Or like this kind of thing happened regularly.

Honestly, he should be a jumbled mess of nerves and stress.

But he wasn’t. He just felt tired.

The painkillers definitely had something to do with it. Which was fortunate for him. Zayne being there with him, however, was definitely the major factor in everything. He was safe with him. Even if a ShadowDweller made its way into their room, Zayne would deal with it. He would know of its presence before it even made its way into the room.

Honestly, what would Eishirou do without him?

“Why don’t we head to that café?” Zayne suddenly suggested. “The one with the all-you-can-eat breakfast?”

Hm? Oh, the one that Eishirou treated Zayne to on the morning after their first meeting?

“Sure,” Eishirou smiled. “Sounds good.”