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snookienthusi4st · 2 months

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HCS for Kyoya x female reader? ✨╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

absolutely hope you enjoy!! i love him he’s so mommy

kyoya x fem! reader hcs

warnings: smut, cockwarming, oral, tamaki slander

nsfw under the cut

• you guys met through haruhi

• like you’re one of her closer friends and you tag along with her one day to hang out and see her workplace for the first time

• and you were immediately bombarded the second you both walk through the door

“this is such a nice place, haruhi!”

“thank you, but don’t say that too soo-” “HARUHI, YOU’RE HOME!! :3”

• and then yk tamaki interrogates you, compliments you, probably picks you up and spins you around at least once

• after that haruhi gives you a tour around the place and introduces you to everyone else

• and then you meet him

• he’s polite and does the whole ‘nice to meet you shake your hand’ thing, but incredibly focused and doesn’t pay much mind

• he’s busy budgeting and whenever he’s working his full attention’s right there

• and you didn’t seem like anyone to be heavily involved in, so he continued working and let you be as the other hosts were introduced to you

• until you came back

• and you actually helped him

“what’s this for?”

“it’s for the host club’s finances, what i’m constantly keeping track o-“

“because if you’re trying to save more you could cut down on those and use that money to pay for more on the trips you guys go on, then it’ll be equal.”

“that won’t work.. that will work. it does.”

• you’re smart

• that’s the first thing he knew he liked about you

• so naturally he thanks you and you leave with haruhi once the club hours are done

• and then he couldn’t get his mind off you

• after a week or so haruhi tells you that he needs help with another budget

• she leaves out the amusing conversation they’d had prior

“you want me.. to bring y/n again?”

“there’s something i’m missing on this. it’s my best choice, she’ll probably know what to do.”

“you sure that’s the only reason?”

“..i know what you’re implying, haruhi, but i can assure you this is strictly professional.”

• we’ll overlook that he said that in the most unconvincing tone haruhi’s ever heard out of him

• so you come with her and see him, politely greeting him and helping out again

• he actually looks at you and takes you in this time around; how you talk, your facial expressions, the sound of your voice

• this happens maybe two or three more times before you decide to join the host club and work the same job as him

• so you can spend more time with him and haruhi and he can have you always available to him instead of having to use haruhi as a messenger

• tamaki’s ecstatic ofc because you’re a pretty girl and you’re in the host club, an angel has gained its wings in his eyes

• you’re amazing for business too, even more so because you help with finances and regulating expenses

• you spend more time with kyoya since you share an office, your budget talks slowly bleeding into more heartfelt conversations

• takes maybe two months for him to ask you out, and the whole exchange is really sweet

• i don’t see him as the type to tell you upfront, bc even he gets nervous smtimes

• so he probably leaves a rose or your fav flower on your office desk before you come in

• he’s the only one that has the same key, since you both work the same jobs, so it’s obvious who gave it to you once you show up and see it

• that little smile on your face when you noticed made his whole day better

• and after work, when he’s about to leave, you gently tug him back and kiss his cheek

• so you’re dating now, mission accomplished

• pda isn’t very common for you guys, especially since you guys are working most of the time

• but every now and then, he holds your free hand while your other hand taps at your keyboard

• kisses your nose and your forehead

• his head is always tucked against your neck and shoulders when you’re cuddling

• he doesn’t blush

• like he physically can’t, he’s too cool for it

• but his eyes open a bit more when he’s flustered and after a while, you’re able to tell what gets him like that

• he’s the most flustered whenever you initiate any type of contact

• bonus points if you’re shy or reserved and it’s a rarer occurrence

• he’s canonically 5’11 so if you’re shorter like me, sometimes he’ll poke some fun at you

• would absolutely melt if you pulled him down a bit by his tie to hear him better

• he seems like the type that’d enjoy convos while you’re working

• even though he’s focused he likes getting to confide in you as well

• he talks to himself as he works fs

• sometimes you crack a flirty joke or a compliment just to see the look on his face when his words die out

“if we put more savings into this account, we can use the other funds to pay for that all expenses paid vacation that tamaki’s been rambling about-“

“did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“…”

• i feel like he’s into novels

• if you’re into reading too, you guys have library dates

• even better if you’re into less serious books, the dynamic would actually be hilarious

• like you’re at the same table and he’s reading some beautifully written poetry and you’re reading dork diaries LMAO

• you guys never rlly did announce your relationship, but if anyone ever asked, you told them

• he’s incredibly proud of himself for being able to be your boyfriend so even though he doesn’t blurt it out, he’ll bring it up when he gets the chance

• when tamaki finds out he’s the best at candid photos of you guys

• and kyoya probs keeps one that he took of you two in his wallet or in his phone case

• calls you darling

• whenever the host club has those little balls, you guys always sneak a dance or two

• you guys play logic games like chess and checkers

• he normally wins, but sometimes he lets you

• doesn’t speak with you much about his family for obvious reasons

• if there’s an occasion where you have to meet them, you’ll happily accept

• if it’s like a dinner or sm and you’re nervous, he’ll hold your hand under the table

• he could honestly care less about what they think of you whether it’s good or bad

• even though it’s probably good because you’re smart and respectful etc etc

• he loves you and his absolute dickhead of a dad can’t say anything to change that

• compliments are fleeting but not uncommon

• like sometimes you’re both working and one just slips out

“honey has a cavity, so if we act on it, there’s a chance we could save up a lot since we’re not spending money on sweets-“

“you look nice today, darling.”

• if you get flustered by compliments like that, there’s probably gonna be a slight smirk on his face at your reaction

• incredulously heavy sleeper

• you’re probably the only person he’ll ever let wake him up without a fight

• you have to be soft with it though, playing with his hair or running a hand over his shoulder

• if you shake him awake, he will definitely contemplate killing you until he’s more aware

• whenever tamaki needs him for anything he’ll send you to go wake him instead bc he’s a scared little twink

• drinks coffee religiously

• this is random but i don’t think he’d like any sodas

• sex

• top every single time

• if you wanna top he won’t be against it, but somehow he’ll still find a way to be in control

• both of you work a lot so whenever you get a chance, he’s always gonna take his time

• everything in his life feels so fast paced, so best believe he will take it incredibly slow given the option

• aftercare god

• tamaki doesn’t let couples stay in the same rooms even though he sneaks into haruhi’s every night like the creep he is

• so sometimes you sneak, and other times you come in and wake him up in the mornings

• lazy morning sex and comfort sex are probs the best for both of you

• waking him up in the mornings and getting carefully but abruptly pulled into his arms

• and feeling him kiss your neck and coax you into staying

“kyoya, you’re gonna get us in trouble. what if he comes in and sees us?”

“his fault for coming in then.. relax, let me take care of you.”

• or when work is stressful he’s always there to make you feel better wink wink

• with his fingers gently but firmly working against your core while he seals your sounds with a kiss

• such a sweet talker

• like sometimes it doesn’t even sound like him

“that’s my pretty girl.. just a little longer for me, can you do that?”

“taking me so well, darling.. i can feel how close you are, you can let yourself go.”

• lowkey think he’d be a talker even when you’re giving him head

• constantly making sure you know how much he loves you

“god, you’re perfect. just like that, you’re doing so good..”

• since you guys are always so caught up with work, he’s def into cockwarming

• like having you sat on his lap while he works, his hand gently running through your hair and down your back like a silent promise that he’ll give you what you need when he’s finished

• i’m such a whore for him it’s actually crazy

#smut #ohshc kyoya #ouran kyoya #kyoya ootori thirsts <3 #kyoya x reader #kyoya ootori #ohshc x reader #ohshc fanfic #ohshc x reader lemon #ohshc smut #ohshc #fluff #office siren #the beach episode doesn’t exist

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kiss-me-muchoo · 3 months

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𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: here || part two: to be close to you

summary_ just when you are about to confess your feelings for your best friend Miguel O’Hara, life reunites him with his almost fiancé, Dana.

warnings_ age gap (8/9 years), angst, jealousy, dramaaaaaa

authors note_ listen to June Gloom, The Archer and Ride (all in my Miguel playlist)

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Usually, feelings develop with a determined amount of time. It wasn’t your intention to end up blossoming confusing emotions for your best friend.

It wasn’t the case when you met him. Miguel O’Hara appeared in your dimension, he recruited you with such stubbornness, letting you know he didn’t want to ask you to join his organization.

You met the best version of him. Reserved but calmer than before. According to your friends, Miguel wasn’t very approachable due to losing his kid when a dimension collapsed. You met him months after the Miles incident. And he became your best friend.

Someone taps your shoulder and when you turn around, you encounter Miles and Peter B. Parker. They found you sitting on one of the balconies of the HQ.

“Hey, ¿What are you two doing here so early? ¿And Mayday?” you ask smiling at them. Miles is devouring a burger from the cafeteria and Peter is drying his hair with a random towel, indicating he has taken a shower.

“Miguel needed us for a specific mission. And he is looking for you…” Peter says very concentrated on drying up his hair.

“Oh, then let’s go…” As you stand up, Miles finishes his empanada and the three of you start walking towards Miguel’s office.

“I left Mayday with her lovely mother. She’s getting her ears pierced today and honestly, I didn’t want to go with them. I can’t see my baby crying” Peter says pouting. You love him so much, every one of your friends was so special to you. But Peter was the first spider to help you get around. Miguel was a distant mentor, and you felt slightly lonely. Now it wasn’t the case anymore.

“She’s a spider, Peter. Mayday won’t even feel the needle. She’ll be alright…” you pat his shoulder.

“Yeah, just give her something to chew and she’s gone” Miles adds, making you giggle.

The three of you enter Miguel’s office. Inside there is already Jess, Ben, Gwen, Margo Pav, and Hobie. Miguel spots you and gives you a tiny smile, greeting you, to which you reply.

“Well, now that we’re all here, we can begin. There’s a lizard that broke out of our facilities last night…” Miguel starts saying, displaying a hologram of the lizard that shined in a bright neon orange color.

“Before it was sent to the go-home machine, it was gone. Somehow, the thing managed to land at earth-00001” You frown, Miguel notices and starts nodding. That was a dimension you’ve never heard of.

“Yes, y/n, we haven’t been to that dimension. And according to our records, it’s empty, there’s no humans nor creatures, just flora, and fawn” Immediately, everyone grows interested.

“Now, get ready, we’ll pay a visit” Jess finalizes. Handing special glasses and face masks; new innovations across the HQ in case the dimensions visited had toxic oxygen or so.

“I bet it’s going to be an apocalyptic dimension,” Margo says.

“No, it must be a desert land” Miles differs.

“Maybe it’s going to be out of the Paleozoic period” You can’t help but giggle at their theories. Meanwhile, Miguel sneaks behind you, your spider senses tingle but before you can even turn around, you already feel a couple of giant hands rubbing your back. You know it’s your best friend.

“Tell them to shut up, muñeca” he whispers in your ear. You laugh even harder. There’s this strong urge to turn around and kiss his cheek, but best friends don’t do that.

“Nah, I’m curious too” he grunts annoyed.

“We leave in five, get ready, kids,” Miguel says to the teenagers, then gives a little squeeze to your waist and quietly leaves to lead the mission with Jess.

Out of nowhere, Hobie joins and stands beside you, giving you a strong teasing face.

“What?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Oh, nothin’, just seeing how you won’t admit your feelings, luv” Your face almost goes pale. Only Hobie, Peter, and Miles knew you had some feelings for Miguel.

“I don’t know when it’ll be a good moment to tell him” Hobie nods.

“It’ll never be a good moment…” you nod, knowing he’s right.

“That man feels somethin’ too for sure”

Before you can say something else, Jess calls everyone one last time. And you are the first person to go inside the portal to the unknown land.

…

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this” Miles said.

When all of you arrived, the neon lizard was dead.

“Let’s admit this is funny,” Hobie says, a naughty smirk on his face. You nod laughing, Peter joining.

Apparently, the lizard couldn’t resist the humidity of the planet, for humans with spider abilities, it was perfect.

“Stop laughing all of you,” Miguel says, kneeling, grabbing the corpse of the lizard.

But when he sees you, he smiles. You know it’s the smile he gives you to say you’ll be in trouble when it’s just you two alone.

Flashbacks of the night of his birthday when you made a little party for him. Everyone was in the living room dancing and having a great time. But you, Miguel, and the alcohol consumption made a hazy moment of intense make-out. You barely remember the way he kissed you and how his hands sneaked across your hips. But it was clear, it happened. And neither decided to address it.

“Lyla, one last scan of the place, please…” the AI appears.

“No more anomalies detected, the whole planet is empty and breathable for you guys”

“Awesome, let’s make a party here,” Gwen says.

“What?” Jess asks shocked. Your eyes analyze the land. It’s humid, yes. There are palms with coconuts that fall due to the weight. The water is very aquamarine and just by touching the sand, it’s warm.

“Yeah, let’s have a party here” You support her.

“I don’t think so, bonita,” Miguel tells you.

“Why not? We always spend New Year’s Eve with Miles, thanksgiving with me, and Valentine's Day with Peter” Peter nods, leaning on your shoulder.

“Yes, Why not, Miguel?” The tallest man rolls his eyes, Jess starts saying it’s not possible and the scene turns into chaos.

Everyone is arguing and you join for some minutes, but then you look at your best friend. He was quiet, away from the little crowd.

You take the moment to go with Miguel. He notices your presence but keeps looking lost.

“Why are you so stressed out?” You ask, poking his ribs. He looks down at you and chuckles.

“You remember I told you about Dana?” Of course, you remember the woman. She was the woman Miguel was planning to make his wife. But she was problematic and left.

“There’s an issue growing in Nueva York. My Kingpin is creating a guild to sell weapons and stuff. Dana knows some things and came to tell me. I… wasn’t expecting her to re-enter into my life again.”

“She doesn’t have to re-enter your life if you don’t want to” you say. His jaw is very sharp and you get lost in the noticeable line of his features.

“But, she wants to be my friend and… I guess we can try to be friends again” he says. You listened in detail to everything he said. An odd feeling that shouldn’t have developed so fast, grew inside of you.

“That’s great… if she came back claiming peace, then it’s fine, Miguel.” He nods.

“Thanks for listening”

“Always” you say, trying to ignore the crescent feeling of jealousy and the sting of insecurity.

“Does’t matter, we are still doing some drinks at my place tonight” you nod, a smile appearing in your face again. He smirks and grabs you, threatening to throw you at the water, you start screaming and everyone turns to see the scene.

“Oh my god, put me down right now, Miguel O’Hara!” you yell and he laughs.

He can’t stop smiling. He feels so happy whenever he’s with you. So he treasures you. And he doesn’t want to get involved with Dana again. But Nueva York needs him.

Meanwhile, everyone keep looking at Miguel carrying you and they feel both shocked and happy. Seeing Miguel act so careless and happy is still very new to them.

“Jess, tell us Miguel has hinted he loves y/n” Pavitr pleads.

“I don’t talk about that stuff with Miguel”

“They look adorable together” Margo says.

“Isn’t y/n younger than Miguel?”

“Gwen, shut up.” Hobie shushes her and everyone sees the scene one last time. You and Miguel laughing, in the shore of the beach.

…

Miguel had been busy. You understood him. Dealing with anomalies from external dimensions and from his own at the same time? It wasn’t easy.

What started as some envy and a little jealousy in your heart had turned into a big insecurity. The fear of wasting time that time had run out for you. Confessing your feelings for Miguel would be impossible to do now, it would only make him more confused. And he didn’t deserve it.

So you acted like everything was right. But hearing Miguel talk about how great was getting his friendship with that woman, made you so blue.

At least Nueva York was safe.

And you two had fun plans. He was going to your place to cook dinner together. He opted to make nopales and beans. And he knew because Miguel loved the smile you gave him when he said he would make time for you. Because he missed you.

He missed you so bad, but he knew he had to help his city. He wanted to get rid of Kingpin, to be done with Dana.

In the beginning, he thought he could be friends with his almost fiancé, but she was stubborn, close-minded, and slightly crazy.

Spending less time with you made him realize how badly he wanted to be around and involved in your life. So with a big sigh, Miguel called you via gizmo.

Your image appeared and soon, you answered.

“Hey. Are you on your way?” Miguel stood quiet and then sighed once again.

“I won’t be able to go to your place.”

“Oh-… What happened?” You asked softly, making him already worse.

“Kingpin is in the city. I’m infiltrating in the dinner he’s hosting…”

“I see… And Dana is going with you?” he didn’t know why he felt guilty, he just wanted to cancel everything and go to your place.

“Yeah, she has the passes to get inside.” I’m on the other side of the line, you are feeling so sad. But you understand that you have no right to feel sad.

“It’s okay.” you manage to say.

“Ay, muñeca. I’m truly sorry…” you nod, already fighting with the tears threatening to fall.

“It’s fine, Miguel. Be safe, please. I’m hanging up now…” he tries to say something to prevent the conversation from seizing, but the line dies, your image is gone from his gizmo.

Miguel feels so bad. And he shouldn’t, but he’s starting to see that there might be a reason.

It doesn’t matter, that’s the first night you cry for Miguel. You have ruined everything, if you hadn’t had feelings for him, it would have been easier. But there you are hugging at your pillow as you cry harder than ever, feeling an awful anxiety. He deserves to be happy, he’s your best friend.

But what about you?

…

twelve, thirteen, fifteen…

“Third set finished, you’re done…” Miles says, helping you to put the lock on the leg press machine. You had finished training.

“Have you talked to Miguel?” the boy asks. You roll your eyes, drinking your water.

“Nope.”

“I don’t want to pressure you, y/n. But, the sooner the better, it won’t end well if you lock your feelings” you sigh.

“I know. You’re so right…” Miles was really good at listening to his friends, it was always so easy to talk to him.

“I say… you go tonight to his place and just blurt out everything. You only live once…” you start laughing at his last words, which also makes him smile.

Should you go?

“What if I trigger him? I don’t want to ruin our friendship”

“You won’t. Miguel is a mature man. Do this for yourself, for your mental peace”

Fuck it, you’ll go to his place tonight.

“Hey guys!. Look, we have a new friend…” Miles and you turn to the entrance of the training facility and you see Gwen along with a young stranger.

“This is Harry Osborn from earth-877,” Gwen says. You eye the young man and he is tall. Maybe same height as Peter B. Parker, but nobody could beat Miguel. You mentally shake your head.

“How many variants from me are here?” His voice is deep, with light brown hair, a pretty nose, and green eyes. He was handsome.

“Like 13 including you, there aren’t many Osborn spiders, man,” Miles says, greeting him. You calmly follow him, getting closer to the man. They exchange some words and then it’s your time to greet him. He shakes your hand and reveals he was bitten some months ago, he’s one year younger than you, likes to read books, and claims there’s a gigantic library back in his dimension, where he’d gladly take you.

“Are you free today?” He asks.

“I-… actually, no. I’m visiting a friend after getting out of here. But any other day I’m free…” Harry nods.

“You’re going to Miguel’s?” Gwen asks, you ignore the way Harry seems to grow interested. He knows Miguel for sure, but you didn’t know if you wanted to explain why you were going to his place.

“Yes, and I’m running late. See you tomorrow, guys.” You wave at them.

“Good luck. It’s going to be fine” Miles whispers before you start walking away.

“HEY!, remember we are still planning the beach party” Gwen yells and you roll your eyes.

“Shh… Lyla or Jess could hear you” They giggle and you are finally out.

Now, you have to go to see Miguel. He wasn’t in his office, which was worse. But it was going to be fine.

…

In your spider suit and mask, you tap on Miguel’s balcony. He opens the doors and is clearly surprised to you hanging upside down.

“Hey, What are you doing here?” He asks as you land on your feet. Before you can rip away the mask from your face, you hear a female voice; Miguel, Is everything alright?

“She’s here?” You ask shocked. Miguel awkwardly scratches the back of his head. He’s in sweats and a tee, bare feet. Your heart beats faster than ever. You can see her silhouette sitting on his couch behind the curtains.

“We just solved Kingpin’s case. I couldn’t slip away from her desire to celebrate.” Something changes inside of you. You are hurt, jealous, and wounded by his actions. This was your green light to step away. The speech you repeated like a mantra for hours evaporates. You won’t confess your feelings to Miguel.

Beyond that, you felt like he completely forgot about you; his alleged best friend.

“She haven’t changed, I’m relieved it’s over. I’ve missed you so much” You barely listen to him, paying zero attention.

“I came for my cardigan, I left it here some weeks ago” It was the perfect justification for your visit. It fitted like a puzzle.

“Oh…I’ll go get it” he responds feeling disappointed.

“You can come inside…she won’t-“

“Here I’m okay. I’m kind of in a rush” you half lie.

“Okay…” Miguel goes back inside and passes by Dana, inventing a lie to her.

He grabs the cardigan from his closet and analyses it. It’s small, soft, and smells like you and your fig perfume. Miguel wishes it was you the woman sitting on his couch and not Dana.

He sighs, going back to you.

“Here…” he says handing the clothing item.

“Thanks”

“Are you going out?” You nod.

“Yes, Harry invited me to a library and-“

“Harry?” That’s when you realize what you said. Why the fuck did you lied like that? Yes, Harry invited you but the hangout wasn’t confirmed.

“The new intern…”Miguel nods, arms crossed, making him look incredibly bulkier. He remembers the guy, Jess recruited him.

“And it’s like… a date?”

“No- I-, I don’t know. We just met today, Miguel” Your increasing impatience is very noticeable. Miguel grows insecure at the same time.

“And yet, you don’t know if it’s a date or not.” He didn’t mean to sound harsh. You felt almost like being scolded.

“Look, I really have to go, thanks for the cardigan, and congratulations on the case,” you say, giving him one last look.

Once again, your eyes are watered and you just want to scream.

It wasn’t your intention to fall in love with Miguel. It really wasn’t.

…

Your gizmo beeps and seconds later, your request for a call is accepted.

“I got free sooner than expected,” you say.

“You didn’t cancel because of me, right?” You smile, wishing that was exactly what just happened instead of depressingly calling Harry Osborn in the middle of a crisis on that empty beach from the mission earlier.

“No, I didn’t. My friend had an emergency…” Of course, you won’t say it Miguel O’Hara, his boss who you visited. You were planning to reveal your feelings for him, who happened to be your best friend.

“That sucks. But guess we can go to the library together” you smile looking at the sea.

“Yeah, we can.”

“Is it okay if we meet there in an hour? I just finished college homework” You giggle, thanking it was summer break.

“That’s fine. See you there, Harry” When you hang up, you leave your gizmo on top of your cardigan in the sand.

Now you really craved that beach party. The place was an empty oasis. It was the perfect place to cry about your sentimental life. But for now, you just get into the silent water, waveless and warm. Your suit gets drenched, but it’s not a bother.

It’s perfect. Your mind is relaxed. The tears slowly disappear. You can heal your feelings. You can always drift away from Miguel. But it was hurting so much. And it was only worse that he made the choice so fast. In a matter of days, he had replaced you so easily. Maybe it wasn’t his intention. Maybe he was really trying to save Nueva York along with the woman he once loved.

But he definitely let you down. And for now… you don’t want to think about it.

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mynameismckenziemae · 3 months

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All of Me

Part 18

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You/OFC

Summary: your new nurse starts, making your life easier. Time away from Jake has you making some questionable decisions.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism/almost getting caught, femdom, etc.

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There’s no other way to describe what you and Jake do for the next several hours than making love. On your bed, in the shower, and once more as the sun rises when he wakes to leave before Drew does.

“I’ll see you at lunch?” He whispers as he looks for his jeans. You want nothing more than to sink your teeth into his butt cheek when he turns but you instead bite your lip, knowing you don’t have time to start anything.

“Reese?” He looks back when you don’t answer and grins at the heated look in your eyes.

“Hmm?” Your eyes finally leave his tush, and your face heats at being caught ogling, “Oh, yeah, lunch sounds good.”

He chuckles as he puts on his jersey from the game before leaning down for a kiss. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too,” you smile as he pulls back.

You cover your face with a pillow before squealing a teenage girl as the front door closes.

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Even though you manage to get to work early, Shae’s already there.

“Ready for your first day?” You ask when you see her.

“I am,” she answers, the bruising under her eye gone, “I looked over your preferences while I waited. It all looks familiar so I shouldn’t have any problem getting caught up to speed.”

“I didn’t figure you would,” you smile as you set yourself stuff down, “let me give you a quick tour and we’ll get the day started.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

By mid-morning, Shae’s already exceeded every expectation you had; anticipating and preparing what’s needed for exams, filling out your forms, and pending the orders so all you need to sign. Sophie was a wonderful nurse, but Shae takes things to a whole new level.

“I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without you,” you tell her truthfully as you break for lunch, 15 minutes earlier than normal, “seriously, you’re doing a great job.”

“Thank you,” she flushes as she looks down at her shoes, a little bashful.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, “I usually have lunch in here with Jake, my boyfriend, and Rooster, an old friend of mine. They’re both naval aviators.”

“Rooster?” She asks, looking up quizzically.

“Ah, sorry, that’s his callsign,” you laugh, “his real name is Bradley; you can call him either. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

A look of unease passes over her face but she quickly recovers. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve gotta let my dog out. I haven’t found anyone to walk him yet; I’m pretty sure he’d be fine all day but I’m staying at an Airbnb until my apartment is vacates in a few weeks so I don’t want to risk any accidents.”

“Understandable,” you smile, “the offer stands if and when you want to.”

“Thank you,” she replies with a smile of her own.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Where’s she going?” Bradley asks, stopping by the door to your office to watch Shae leave.

“To let her dog out,” you reply, smiling at Jake as he pushes Roo through the door, “I told her she could have lunch with us but she’s staying at an Airbnb right now until her apartment is ready and doesn’t want to risk him having an accident.”

Bradley nods as he takes a seat, “You guys going to Penny and Mav’s for the 4th?” He continues when you both nod, “You could ask Shae if she wants to come.”

“I’ll ask,” you answer, “I’m not sure she’ll say yes, but I’ll ask.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“You don’t have to answer right now,” you say gently as Shae clams up when you ask her at the end of the day, “and there’s no pressure, either. You can say no.”

The way she visibly relaxes when given a choice makes your heart hurt.

“I’ll think about it,” she says, “if that’s okay?”

“Of course. There’s no rush; Penny will be plenty of food and drinks either way,” you smile at her as you pick up your bag and keys. “Have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks,” she smiles, “you too.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

The next few weeks pass quickly and June turns to July.

Shae hasn’t had lunch with you yet, but she’s slowly opening up.

Due to the upcoming holiday, it’s a short week; which you’re especially grateful for since you and Jake haven’t had much time alone together since Drew’s been home from camp between your busy schedule and Jake’s frequent overnight training. Your bed has never felt more empty but you’re not sure if you should ask Jake to move in yet.

“See ya after lunch,” you tell Shae as she picks up her keys to head out, “tell Hank I said hi.”

The way she lights up when she talks about her dog, Hank, makes you smile.

“I will,” she laughs, “be back in a bit.”

She still hasn’t given you an answer for the 4th of July party, but you weren’t going to push.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Hey,” you say, looking down at your phone when you hear her come back, “the last patient of the day canceled, so we’ll be done early this afternoon. How was Hank?”

“Acting a little weird, but good,” she replies, her brow furrowing, “he’s usually asleep when I get home, but he was up and pacing by the door. I thought he had to go potty really bad but he didn’t go without some coaxing. Who knows, probably just heard a squirrel or something.”

“Probably,” you agree, but it doesn’t sit right with you. By the look on her face, it doesn’t sit right with her either.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

You text Jake before your last patient but he doesn’t answer when you’re done. Instead, there’s one from Roo when you check after saying goodbye to Shae.

Rooster: Hey, saw your name come across Jake’s phone. He’s in the air.

Reese: Thanks, I was just letting him know I finished up early.

Rooster: He’ll be down soon. I’m in the ready room with the recruits if you wanna see your man in action.

Reese: You know I do. 🏃‍♀️

Rooster: 🙄

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Still on for the Hard Deck tonight?” Bradley asks after he nods you over by him by the wall. Several recruits are watching with rapt attention.

“Mhmm,” you answer, looking for Jake out the window, “Tina picked up Drew from the sitter already, so we’ll probably head back to my place after Jake’s done and then we can pick you up on the way.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be ready,” he replies, pointing when they come into view, “that’s him, he’s after Mav.”

They’re razzing each other over the coms and you have to bite your lip at Jake’s quips. Hearing him so cocky and sure of himself was getting you hot.

It’s not long before you hear the tone lock. “Gave me a good run,” Jake laughs, “but I gotcha, old man.”

“You did,” Mav’s laughing too. “Bring ‘er in. You’re all dismissed. Have a good weekend.”

The recruits woop before shuffling out, leaving you and Bradley to watch as Jake brings the down the multi-million dollar jet with ease before bringing it into its designated hangar.

You nearly whimper as he walks across the hot tarmac to toward you, flushed and a little sweaty in his flight suit.

You want him. Now.

“You’re drooling,” Bradley teases as he wipes the corner of your mouth, breaking your trance.

“Fuck off,” you smirk, not taking your eyes off Jake until he’s out of sight, making his way up the stairs to you, “I’ve seen the way you look at Shae; all longingly, like a love-sick puppy.”

“Whatever,” he laughs, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn red.

Jake walks in and his face lights up when he sees you. He looks even better up close, smelling like fresh air, clean sweat and jet fuel.

“Hey,” you say, refusing to cringe at how breathy you sound, “you looked good out there.”

“Thanks,” he murmurs, looking you up and down, “you look good in here.”

Bradley gags. “On that note, I’m leaving. Don’t fuck in here, okay? The door doesn’t lock.”

“We won’t,” you reply, eyes not leaving Jake’s, “See you in a bit.”

“Walk me to my office?” You ask as your fingers walk up his chest to toy with the zipper by his neck, “I forgot my keys.”

“Sure,” he nods, “lead the way.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

You can almost feel him watching your ass as you walk across the base ahead of him to your office.

The clinic is quiet and dark; seems everyone’s gone for the long weekend.

Perfect.

Jake apparently has the same idea as you. He crowds you against your office door when you turn around after locking it.

He leans in like he’s about to kiss you but diverts at the last minute, instead pushing your hair aside to kiss along your neck, “This is a terrible idea.”

“It is,” you agree breathlessly, finding the zipper by his neck and pulling it down slowly. It feels loud, too loud in the stillness outside your office, “at least I won’t be the one caught with my pants down.”

“Wha-oh,” he catches on when you turn him before pushing him against the wall by the door as you pull his flight suit down with you as you kneel. “Wait,” he says, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you mouth him through the fabric of his underwear, moaning at the taste of his precum, “I haven’t showered.”

“I don’t care. I’ve missed you,” you reply, yanking down his boxer briefs. He’s already so hard and precum beads at the tip, making your mouth water. You both moan when you lick it off, “and you always taste good.”

He whines as he watches you sloppily lick his cock up and down, wetting it thoroughly with your saliva before pulling him into your mouth. His hands slide into your hair as you bring him to the back of your throat and tighten as you swallow.

As much as you want to tease him and drag this out, there’s always a chance someone’s around even though it looked deserted. Your hand slides up the inside of his trembling thigh to cup his sac; the other coming to jerk him in tandem while bobbing your head.

He sighs, eyes closing as his head drops back and hits the wall with a thud, “it’s been too long, I’m already close.”

“What do you mean too long?” you pull off to ask while your hand keeps stroking stroking, “you haven’t jerked off?”

“No ma’am,” he replies, eyes still shut tightly as he shakes his head, “you didn’t say I could.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t either,” you tease, trying to keep your voice even as you rub your thighs together. “But I’m proud of you.”

“Th-thank you, ma’am,” he pants.

“So good,” you purr, “saving all your cum for me.”

He nods, gasping when you grip him firmer and stroke faster.

“Give it to me then,” you murmur before sucking him into your mouth again.

“Fuckkkk,” he tenses, but the door handle beside him jiggles, making you both freeze.

Jake’s eyes fly open in panic, meeting your wide ones.

“Hello?” A gruff voice comes through the closed door, “anybody in there? I’m here to clean.”

You slowly shake your head as you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth before you start to drool.

Jake’s hands grip your hair tighter and his hips jerk at the feeling.

“Not sure if I have a key to this one or not,” the janitor says to himself before you hear the clink of his keychain.

The cleaning staff doesn’t have a key; only you and your boss do. But Jake doesn’t know that.

Jake’s eyes widen further as he tries to pull you off, but you just suck him further into your mouth, not stopping until he bumps the back of your throat. His balls draw up to his body as you ignore the tears prickling at your eyes. Then you swallow again.

He bites back his groan while his fingers pull your hair almost to the point of pain. His cock twitches and you swallow pulse after pulse of his warm cum greedily, whining softly as your neglected pussy pulses with need.

“Hmm. Guess not,” the man behind the door says, whistling as he walks away.

Jake’s chest heaves as he slumps against the wall to recover, “C’mere,” he pulls you to him to brush his lips over yours, “that was the hottest, most terrifying experience of my life.”

“I think so too,” you murmur, “and I knew he didn’t have a key.”

Jake chuckles, as his hand slides over your hip to find the drawstring to your pants, “God, you’re something else, Reese. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile, but it turns into a frown as you reluctantly stop his fingers, “as much as I want you to, Bradley is expecting us soon.”

He sighs, nodding after a moment before releasing you to zip up his flight suit, “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“You better,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips before quietly opening the door. Jake follows after you make sure the coast is clear.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Best two outta three?” Bradley asks an hour later as he pulls the darts from the board.

“Nope,” you smirk, holding out your hand, “Pay up, Roo.”

Jake laughs as he begrudgingly pulls a 20 from his wallet, knowing you’re going to buy the next round with it.

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and your stomach sinks when you see that Shae’s the one calling.

“It’s Shae, I’ll be right back,” you say, turning to step outside where it’s quiet.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Hey Shae,” you answer, “what’s up?

“Hi Dr. Kerner,” she replies, sounding like she’s about to cry, “I’m so sorry to bother you.”

“Please, call me Reese,” you remind her gently, “you’re not bothering me at all. Is everything okay?”

“No,” her voice breaks, “it’s not. He-Chad…my ex, he found me.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

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more questions for jeno!!!

what’s your favourite sex memory with her?

what’s your favourite position?

do you have period sex?

what’s your reaction if you saw her kiss someone?

what’s something cute that y/n does that no one else knows about?

what’s something slutty that y/n does that no one else knows about?

jeno - there’s a lot. we have a lot of sex. but i like the times where she rides me, love seeing her pretty boobs bounce in my face, sometimes i suck on them when she’s riding me and she cums so much. she eithers squirts all over my cock or in my mouth, when she cums in my mouth i make her sit there for hours, i love to lick her clean and have every last drop of her cum fall onto my tongue, i love eating her out until she falls onto me but she’s my good girl, she’ll immediately suck my dick afterwords. she’s so fucking good to me. also don’t tell her i said this but the softer moments we fuck are also my favourite, love when my baby rides me and our chests are against each other, i look into her eyes and tell her how much i love her. truly feels like we fall more in love in those moments.

jeno - love when she rides me, love doggy, i love just holding her hips and fucking her from behind, i love the control i can get, we also love the 69, reverse cowgirl is always fun, i love any position i end up with her in.

jeno - we do, it depends how heavy her flow is but sometimes she’s comfortable enough and she’ll initiate it. i won’t initiate it when she’s on her period because i always want her to know it’s her choice, i’m more than happy to do what she wants. i just want her to be comfortable. we go a lot softer when she’s on, always a towel underneath us and we just fuck a lot softer and intimate, it’s missionary and something switches during period sex, i think she gets a lot more horny and needy. it’s the time where i’ll always give her what she wants and needs

jeno - depends. if it’s cheating (which wouldn’t happen btw) then we’d be over, i don’t wanna think about it too much, it’s gonna make me cry. but if it’s for fun? like if she’s kissing heejin or someone who we both trust. i’d join in! but let’s be real, 2 minutes in and the third person will probably leave because it will always turn into a making out session with me and my girl. that’s why i don’t think we’ll be good at a threesome, listen, we’ve spoken about it and we have said we don’t ever want one but if the time comes around and it’s someone we trust, then why not? but the lovers we are… the third person will become completely neglected. if it’s a girl then i’ll forget she’s there, i’ll make y/n suck my cock and my mouth will probably be on her tits and nipples. if y/n sits on my face then she’ll also give me a handjoh at the same time, you don’t know how crazy my girl is, she won’t let anyone touch me

jeno - cute? idk if this counts as cute but i think it’s cute, she’s gotten so desperate before she’ll ride me when she thinks i’m asleep or suck my cock when she’s proud of me. and when i’m studying she’ll sit on my cock and she’s actually good, i tell her she’s not allowed to move because i need to concentrate and she actually listens to me, she’s patient and she always knows i’ll end the study session with bending her against the desk. she’s a good girl, she’s my favourite.

jeno - she’s squirted all over me before, she’s licked my abs, when people walk in on us she doesn’t stop, if anything she’s louder and wants people to see. she also likes slapping me and i see her smirking if i cry. once she needed to piss and she was so close to doing it on me… such a dirty whore i know. s

y/n - you kept telling me to just piss on you!

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Go Together NANA TOUR EP1-2. Off to Italy

SYNOPSIS: seventeen heads off to italy and hari has a tearful goodbye to s.coups & the other staff members

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WARNING(S): N/A

NOTE: this contains spoilers to seventeen's nana tour. read at your own risk! — i also didn't want to write out the whole episode so i broke it down into smaller parts + finally got to the part 2 of episode 1 LMAO

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“Oppa, are you sure you can’t come with us,” Hari pouts as she walks besides Seungcheol as they walk towards the bus to take them to the airport.

“As much as I’d love to, you know I can’t make it that far with this.” he replies as he gestures to the crutches.

“Then I won’t go!” she huffs, eyes watering at the thought of their leader not being able to go.

“Take lots of photos for me and video call me anytime. I’ll answer, don’t worry.”

Hari nods and slowly comes to a halt as they arrive at the bus. She looks at Seungcheol and goes in for a hug who happily returns the favor.

“I’m going to buy everything that reminds me of you so that you can experience a little bit of Italy with us.” Hari mumbles, hugging him tighter.

Seungcheol laughs, “I think you’re going to have to buy another suitcase then.”

“That’s not a problem at all! And you know that.”

“Of course, Riri. Now, you better get on the bus. Or everyone will miss the plane.”

They pull away and Hari pouts at Seungcheol again. With another laugh, he turns her around and gently pushes her towards the bus.

“Jeonghan, can you take her in? I feel like she’ll stay behind with me at this rate.”

Hari lets Jeonghan take her hand and drag them away, slowly waving goodbye to him. She follows Jeonghan to get in the bus and sits next to Joshua who pats the seat next to him.

A few moments go by as the staff and CEO comes in to say their short farewells to the members.

“We’ll have lots of fun!” Seungkwan says as he waves, “I’m so happy.”

“Have a fun trip!” Seungcheol yells, smiling at the members.

Once everyone is all set, the bus starts to move and makes its way to the airport.

“Are we really going to Rome for a week?” Jeonghan asks.

“I think that’s crazy.” Soonyoung responds.

“Tell me about it,” Hari says as she looks out the window.

“Should we take a photo? We’ll have to keep memories some way or another.” Chan asks as he pulls out his phone.

“Okay everyone, thank you for joining the Nana tour.” Na PD says, as the members finish their photos and begin to clap.

“Once we get to Italy, there’ll be some pocket money for us to use. Everything is included like I’ve said before so there’s really no use for the extra money but we have it just in case. They’ll be in this bag and we just need a manager to hold onto it at all times. Who should carry it?” he asks as he takes out the bag.

“If we need a manager, then it should be Dino.” Soonyoung says.

“My parents are the managers during the meetings too…” Chan starts.

Na PD stares in confusion and Wonwoo briefly explains why Chan’s parents were being talked about. The members agree that Chan should be the manager and hands the bag to him.

Next, Na PD passes the schedule out and the members take a look at it. The group quickly saves his number as he continues to explain the schedule and what they will provide for them as they get to Italy.

“Once we get to Italy, it’ll be night time so we’ll spend the night in Rome then travel to Tuscany in the morning.”

Hari carefully looks through the itinerary and nods as she’s amazed by how well they’ve planned their trip to Italy.

“And when we head back to the hotel at the end of the trip, Pledis staff members will have your luggage and you’ll be off to film your music video.”

“I don’t want to go!” Hari shouts, giggling as Joshua nudges her playfully.

“Y’know, if you look at the fourth day, after we go back to our dorm and have dinner, there’s a “talent show” right after. I think it’s going to be fun to show off our talents. It was so much fun when we did it in elementary and middle school.” Chan brings up, pointing to the paper.

As the members continued to talk amongst themselves, they arrived at the airport in no time. They immediately get off and head through the doors to get through security and go to their gate.

The group flies back to Incheon and waits for their layover to Rome. Right before they head onto the plane, Mingyu notices that his passport was missing fifteen minutes before takeoff.

“Can everyone double check with your stuff? Maybe one of us accidentally grabbed it.” Hari says as she looks through her stuff.

“The culprit is Dokyeom!”

“What did he do?” Jeonghan asks, laughing but not surprised at this.

“He took both of them thinking it was one.” a PD replied.

Hari lets out a sigh of relief and takes a seat back down in her chair. Throughout the plane ride, she sleeps through lunch and is woken up by Wonwoo who gently asks if she wanted to eat. Nodding, she gets up for dinner and eats with the other members. When she was done, Hari looks for a movie and watches it for the rest of the plane ride until they land.

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SURVIVOR

Chapter One

It was just another day on the job, that was what Agent Jareau told herself as she pulled her jeans back on. The button had been ripped. She sighed, tucked some of her hair behind her ear and slid her earpiece back in. “He’s gone,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“Good. You did well, JJ. We’re getting closer every day,” her boss, Emily Prentiss, said down the speaker. JJ shivered. She was glad they were, so glad. The quicker the case was over, the quicker she could be out of the damn hell hole she had found herself in. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Agent Jareau was one of the best agents on the behavioural analysis team. She joined when she was just twenty-two as a communications liaison and as Agent Rossi had said years earlier, she’d grown the most. She’d suffered her fair share of trauma, hell she’d been through the wringer and back. But as she told herself, just like any agent had. She wasn’t special, she wasn’t alone. Everyone on the team had suffered for the sake of a case so she could suffer too. Only a few more days.

“JJ, are you there?” She heard Luke in her ear. “Sorry, yeah,” she replied. She stood from the bed and tried not to wince in pain. Everything hurt. All of it hurt. She fell to the floor; her legs were too weak to hold herself up. “JJ, what’s going on?” Emily asked. “Nothing,” JJ whispered back. Her voice was coarse, on the brink of breaking. “I’m fine.”

“JJ if you’re not we can-” “I said I’m fine goddam it,” JJ said. She pulled the earpiece out and threw it beside her. Letting her head rest on the side of the bed, she took steady breaths as the pain surged up her back, and down her legs. She was not fine.

Two weeks earlier

“JJ, how do you feel about going undercover with our suspect Brian Hollister?” Emily asked from across the round table. The team sat around the table, files were open in front of them displaying many businessmen, shot, mutilated and tortured.

“Undercover? How?” Luke asked as JJ looked at her boss shocked. “He needs a new secretary and you can take that position,” Emily explained. “And do what?” JJ asked. “Do what a secretary does, manage his books, numbers, phone calls, appointments - only you’ll be feeding it all back to us as well. Garica will run everything. We’ll be in your ear whenever he isn’t home as we don’t want to compromise your position when he is.”“Emily,” JJ pondered. “We don’t know what this man is like.” “You tell us if he does anything, JJ. We’ll already be on our way immediately.”

It all sounded very reassuring to JJ but it still scared her. She’d never been undercover before but she knew why it had to be her. Emily was the chief, it couldn’t be her and Tara was too naturally assertive. JJ could play off the blonde bimbo secretary that the unsub preferred. She only had to do it until they had enough evidence to make an arrest. “Are you sure she’ll be safe?” Luke asked, noticing the worried look on his best friend's face. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t sure.”

The mission was going well for the team, they were getting the information they needed and they hoped to arrest him on Friday when he had a meeting with a mysterious client. They hoped it was his partner. That meant JJ had three more days to stick it out - stick out the rape, the abuse thrown at her, all of it. But she could do it. She had to for her team. For his other victims. For justice.

Dr Tretter got home later that night and JJ was not prepared. He was home earlier than expected and JJ hadn’t done her chores. Although this was never part of the secretary's job description, it was what was expected of her. The team knew this and let her get on with her chores throughout the day, as did the unsub. However, he’d told her he wanted them done when he got home - he was three hours early.

“Why are there still dishes in the sink, Jennifer?” His voice was simmering with anger and JJ tried not to show her fear. She already had enough bruises all over her body - she didn’t need to add more. It would only mean hiding more from Elle.

“I’m sorry, sir, I was going to do it before you got home. You’re back early,” she replied. The earpiece was in but all JJ could hear was her hammering heartbeat. The team hadn’t heard his anger yet as they hadn’t been around. This scared her more. If he did hit her, what were they going to do? They weren’t ready for an arrest yet. But they’d have to pull her. “Go do it now, don’t let it happen again,” Dr Tretter said. JJ nodded obediently and stood from the chair, she let her oversized hoodie fall past her shorts. As she walked away, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his side. “Do it naked,” he ordered.

JJ shivered, and the team had heard it all. She couldn’t argue, she had to be complacent. JJ walked into the kitchen and began getting undressed, starting with her shorts, she felt the stare on her back - like icicles freezing her with fear.

“JJ,” came the weak voice in her ear. She couldn’t reply. “Please don’t.” But she already was. She pulled her sweater over her head and released her bra. Dr Tretter whistled. “Good, keep them off until I say so,” he said. He walked into his office and closed the door behind him. It wasn’t long before JJ could hear the music being played from the small room.

“JJ,” Emily said. “It’s just me listening. What’s going on?” “Nothing, Em,” JJ whispered back. Although music was playing, she didn’t want to risk him hearing. “Don’t you dare lie to me,” Emily warned. Her voice reminded JJ of Dr Tretters, full of anger and warning but JJ knew Emily. She could lie to Emily.

“He just likes to look, that’s all.” “And you’re okay with that? JJ, that isn’t okay.” “It’s for the job.” “Getting fucking naked for old men with a murder kink isn’t for the job, JJ!” Emily exploded and JJ jumped. It was loud in her ear. The plate slid from her hands and shattered across the floor. “Shit!” JJ cursed and began picking up the pieces of porcelain but Dr Tretter heard the smash. He emerged from his office, angry. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her from the ground. “Breaking my property.” “It was an accident,” JJ said through gritted teeth. Her hair was being ripped from her scalp. “A fucking accident?” The first punch went to her gut and JJ moaned out in pain. She didn’t dare scream. “You useless bitch.” He punched her again in the same place and she coiled over. He let go of her hair and let her drop to the floor before beginning to kick her. Emily could hear it all.

Meanwhile at the BAU “We have to stop this,” Luke said as the audio was projected into the round room. “No, she’s strong,” Emily whispered, not quite trusting herself. “Not yet.” “Emily, she’s being beaten!” “She’s been tortured and managed it - just wait,” Emily ordered and the room fell silent. There was a mix of hits and groans and smacks, punches and moans. Emily was ready to call it off, her index finger hovering over the connect button, about to tell JJ and send the order that they were going in when the words came in. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “Don’t.” The sigh of relief flew through the room but they were all still so tense. They needed to know if she was really fine. Heavy breathing came through the audio yet everyone at the BAU was holding their breaths. “Get up, bitch. I’m going out,” Dr Tretter’s voice sounded. The sound of the door slamming was heard seconds later and then JJ’s sobs started. No one said a word as the blonde girl cried. They all listened, letting their hearts fail them.

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The World We Knew

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5: The Catalyst on The Dinner Plate, Chapter 6

Warnings: Depictions of d3ath, b0dies on hooks, Cannibalism, MINORS DNI+ 18 AND OVER ONLY, imagery of people eating people, Reader kills for the first time, Homophobia, Issac is his own warning, Abuse towards woman. Tell me if I miss any.

”Tonight,” she says, and Angelica agrees. Grabbing their things to pack. “We’ll need to go about our day carefully and then we can go.” It’s just barely noon from the way the sun shines. Tonight, they can finally move past this and just go somewhere. Anywhere.

“The guards?” Angelica says as she bites her lip. “What are we gonna do about the patrols.” A sharp knock on the door makes them both jolt. Pulling them away from the frenzy of leaving. She grabs their things and hides it to make the room seem normal. Looking towards each other nervously before Angelica rolls her shoulders back and steps forward towards the door. Her brown eyes widening, a hand gripping the door as Issac stares down at her.

“Where’s Eve,” he doesn’t ask as he pushes her aside and steps in. Angelica protests, tries to shove him back with a glare but he walks in like he already owns the place. He looks around and then spots her. “Oh! My sweet Eve, I’ve come to ask you a very important question.” The woman in question tense as they both know what he’s going to ask.

The nails in the coffin about to hammered in. He takes a long step, up close and personal as he grabs her hands the same way he did when she was 10 and he 22.

“I’ve known since the moment I saw you that day in the garden that you are mine. Beautiful Eve,” his skin stretches as he smiles wide. “Marry me.” Looking intently into her eyes as he fully expects her to say yes. His goal finally within grasp, within reach as he’s been begging his father to make it so. To make it where the woman will be forced to marry. He waited, knew she’d say no, somewhere in his obsession made him believe that she was just too shy to accept his advances. Especially with Angelica, in his mind at least, always hovering and poisoning her against him. But now… now she’ll have no choice but to marry him.

She looks to Angelica, the woman that she cares about. The woman that they just barely confessed feelings for each other. One nod from her and that’s all it takes. Rips her hands from him and out of his grip, taking a step back. She steels her voice, “No.”

“No?” The man says with a tilt of his head. He steps back as the feeling in the room drops. Something colder, chilling the growing summer heat that’s outside. His hands ball into fists as it shakes. “It’s because of her, isn’t it? She’s been in the way of us since she joined our group!” He turns and starts walking to Angelica.

Knuckles turning white from the force of his own grip, “Don’t think I don’t know of the sin you committed. Ruining my Eve with your filth!” He raises his hand and Angelica tenses and gets in a stance.

Rushing in front of Angelica, putting herself in the way and Issac is forced to pause. “My name isn’t Eve.” Being stern with him for once. “Don’t talk about Angelica like that.” Glaring at him as she finally shows how annoyed by his very being she is. Emboldened by how much she cares about Angelica. Her hand reaching behind behind her back and Angelica interlaces her fingers with her hand. A silent encouragement that she’ll have her back.

“I’m not marrying you and that’s final.” The silence that follows is deafening. Suffocating in the way he doesn’t even blink as he looks into her that she can feel her soul shiver. Cogs in his head turning as he licks his dry lips.

Narrowing green eyes while his hands flex. “You’re just confused,” he offers as if trying to convince himself. “You don’t know what you’re saying. She’s poisoned your brain with her sin.” A misguided understanding as that must be why his Eve doesn’t want to marry him.

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he backs away and moves towards the door. “Don’t worry. I’m very understanding, it’s not your fault, my beloved Eve.” His eyes hold a glint that makes her hands clammy, hairs sticking up on her neck. A silent warning that something ain’t right. That something can happen at any second. Her chest tightening as she braces for the worse. His hand gripping on the doorknob as he slowly opens it.

He steps outside the door, a forced exhale as she tries to regain her ground. Eyes watching his like a hawk as he leaves without even a word. A hard slam of her door that makes the hinges screech.

The seconds go by as they both stand tenses, fully expecting him to round back. Seconds feels like minutes, minutes feels like hours until Angelica speaks. “This is going to make this harder to leave.” Resting her head against the woman’s shoulder. “I knew it. I knew he was creepy as hell, but this just takes the cake.” Sighing and muttering a curse. She can feel Angelica’s mind rushing a mile a minute.

“You need to leave.”

“What? You can’t be serious.” Angelica nearly yells as she shakes her head. Taking a step around her to look at her. Angelica is dumbfounded as she can’t believe she’s even saying that to her. “I’m not leaving you with that fucker. I’m not leaving you. No way—“

“Ange.”

“No way in hell. I’d rather fucking die. I’m being so—“

“Ange!” Her hands cup her face to make her stop talking. Angelica’s brown eyes stare and open more as she leans closer to her. “He’s going to hurt you. He was willing to raise his hand to you infront of me. If I wasn’t here… he could’ve..” her voice breaks as she doesn’t want to think about it.

“Wouldn’t be the first time a man put their hands on me.”

“Ange,” her tone serious as she knows Ange is just trying to be playful. But they can’t be playful right now, they can afford to be. “You leave tonight, I’ll cover for you tomorrow and then we’ll be on our way. No more Issac.” She starts.

“And no more town.” Angelica finishes with a grin. “Alright, alright, I’m only doing this because you’re so convincingly cute.” The woman leans forward and kisses her softly. Angelica’s hands flinch at the suddenness before they start moving from the side to grasp the woman’s waist. Pulling Angelica closer, deepening the kiss as her hands entangle in Angelica’s hair. Biting on her bottom lip and she parts her lips as Angelica pushes her tongue into her mouth. Angelica’s hands more insistent and moving under her shirt.

“W-Wait, wait, wait,” she breaks the kiss and Angelica steps back worried, fearful that she overstepped. “I want more. Believe me,” she laughs and presses her head to to the woman she’s growing to love more and more. “God, I want more but you need to get your stuff and leave tonight.” Brushing her thumb against Angelica’s cheek.

“Alright, alright,” grinning at her, “I’ll let you breathe for now, but I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself when we’re out of this fucking town.” A tease in Angelica’s voice but a very real need on her eyes. Night rolls around quickly and they say their quick goodbyes.

Angelica tells her in a hushed whisper as they step outside their place together. Hiding behind the corner to evade the nightly patrols. “Right next to that old mom and pop shop. Called like Oliver’s or is it Olive’s? There’s a barbecue place right next to it. Can’t miss it, that’s where I’ll be. Okay?” That one is right near the edge of the town, from there they’ll move past it and they’ll be ‘home’ free. No one goes near that area anyways. It’s clear enough instruction that she’ll know what to look for. A quick kiss goodbye as she watches Angelica leave.

The next day she knew she was being watched. Eyes on her as she went about her day. Telling the ladies that asked about Angelica that she’s feeling sick so she stayed home. Issac, who normally finds her, hasn’t showed up. A limp in his walk as he shakes his hand a bit. Shrugging her shoulders as maybe he fell and finally had some sense knocked into him. She wasn’t about to ask why he hasn’t talked to her and if anything, she’s happier to not worry about him sneaking up to her. Scrubbing the dishes clean and listening to the woman chatter and gossip about their day.

“Clark has asked me to marry him.” A woman says with a controlled sigh, the other women telling her their congratulations under a happy guise. A quiet understanding to the situation that they are all in. It’s been a lot of mixed feelings about what happen yesterday with the priest. Some of the woman agree to it and few don’t. Though she can’t help but wonder if they agree because it’s safer. Or because they’ll just have to be pretty housewives and be content for the men. Glaring at the dishes as the woman continue speaking and talking.

Once her shift ends, she goes to grab her ration for the day. The woman handing it to her with a hard smile, another woman that was forced into a marriage. Asking for Angelica’s ration under the guise that she’s sick and the woman tells her that she can’t. “It wasn’t a problem a week ago when Karen was sick?” Her arms crossed as the woman tells her that it’s “New rules.” And that she “can’t give rations unless the person is there.” Sighing to herself as she thanks her and then takes a seat. She hopes Angelica is safe. She knows she can handle herself, a spitfire of a woman she has.

“What’s got you smiling, Eve?”

Her hands tense and he sits in front of her. “Where’s your friend?” She goes to speak, “doesn’t matter,” he winced slightly as he scoots the chair forward. Was there always scratches on his neck? “I heard that she’s sick. Poor thing but it must be divine timing by God. Even our Heavenly Father knows that she isn’t right for you.”

“That isn—“

“I haven’t told anyone about you and her.” He says and she stiffens, “My father would never allow it. Never allow us together if he knew about what she did to convince you to sin. Just like my mother did my father.” His hands move and grip her hand. She remembers when she was ten. She remembers her parents talking about his mother. Her father wouldn’t lie. “She seduced my father just like Angelica is seducing you.”

She tugs her hand back but he grips her hand tightly, refusing to let go of her. “Let go.” She pulls back, “Issac let fucking go of me.”

“You never talked to me like that. Always so sweet and kind.” He says, fully believing in the fantasy that he has of her. A beautiful Eve in a garden. “It’s because of her. You’ll understand why she’s wrong for you, I had to...” He starts but stops like he’s catching himself.

“Had to what?”

He doesn’t answer and she glares, her heart starting to jump. “Had to what Issac?” He stares at her, beady green eyes as he doesn’t speak. He licks his lips and let’s go of her hand. Smiling as he eyes her up and down. Snickering like he’s aware of something that she won’t know, an inside joke that only he’s privy to. He gets up and leaves. Leaving her for once, more confused than nervous.

Walking out to remain calm and then speed walking to her room. Packing her things in a bag and pulling out her father’s rifle that she’s hidden. They tried to take it from her months ago when they started these whole men and woman job. Staying in her room until night rolls around, quietly stepping out the fire escape and carefully moving down the street. Her breath catching in her throat as she nearly got caught a couple times. Panting quietly as she finally makes it pass the guards and the patrols.

“Barbecue place near mom and pop shop.” She whispers over and over again as she shoulders her rifle. Being careful of the dead that roam on the streets. Her lip being bitten as she hides behind some cars as the dead pass by. Her eyes raking over the street signs, and she wonders if she’s in the right place. “Ah!” Her eyes perk up as she finally spots the mom and pop shop when the moonlight illuminates the way. “Barbecue, barbecue, barbecue,” she murmurs as her eyes flicker back and forth and finally she spots it.

“Angelica!” She whisper yells as she walks forward. “Ange!” Cupping a hand to her mouth as her other keeps a good hold on her rifle. Stepping into the barbecue place. She would’ve loved this place before the zombies. Still has a homey feel to it even after a bit of time. The barbecue place is large and even has its own smokehouse!

Looking around and seeing the western décor, her eyebrows furrowing as she sees some blood on the floor. Bending down and touching it, “that doesn’t look old…” she curses and shoulders her rifle. “I swear if you became zombie chow I’m gonna smack you Ange.” Pointing her rifle at ever sound. Teeth clattering as her nerves are getting the better of her.

Moving deeper into the place as she calls out to Ange again and again. “No sign of her…” sighing sadly as she moves to the back of the shop where it would be holding meat from cows and pigs if it was a normal less zombiefied-year. “Last room.” Steeling herself as she walks forward towards the smokehouse. Pushing the door open slowly as she prepares for a zombie grunt but it’s quiet and smells funny. Barely any fire going but the ash tells her that this smokehouse has and is being used.

Moving inside and she gasps. “Holy shit.”

This must be where the town is keeping the meat. No wonder no one goes here. Makes more sense now. “Why is it wrapped though…” Doesn’t make since to have the meat wrapped in a smokehouse. Unless it’s already prepared maybe? Moving to the one closest to her as she starts to peel it back.

“Oh my god.”

Her hand hovers over the meat and she’s still remembers the anatomy classes she took to know what it is. She was the best in her class. She recognizes that this ain’t animal. “This isn’t a deer. This is… oh…” her hand cups her mouth as feels the ration she ate earlier pushing up her throat. She moves and starts unwrapping them as she recognizes them. “Cody, Arianna, Davin, Lucas!” Her shoulders rising and falling as she breathes in and out fast. Fear courses through her heart. How long has this been going on? How long have they been unknowingly eating humans? How long?

Finally, the last one and this one looks upside down, like it’s still being drained. Unwrapping the person and she screams as she sees the brown eyes first. “No!” Tugging the body off the hook and ripping the the wrap off as her hand shakes even more. “No, no, no, no,” vision blurring in tears as she cups Angelica’s face. “No, baby, no, wake up.”

Shaking her face. The deep cut in her throat, the lifeless look in her eyes, the bruises and cuts on the body. “Ange! Please!” Crying as she pulls her close and hugs her tight.

“Not you,” the body limp and cold in her arms as she doesn’t hear the door open. “Why you? Why you?” Crying and burying her face into Angelica’s cold neck. Her arms lifeless and not moving as she screams into her neck. A hand grips her shoulder and she curses angrily at whoever it is. A blind rage when they try to pull her away from Angelica.

“Let go! Let me go!” Her eyes shut as she grips tighter to Angelica. Something hard hits her in the back of the head as she feels like she’s slipping deeper into a darkness. The last thing she remembers is Angelica’s cold brown eyes staring back at her. Lifeless and unmoving.

Coming too in anger as she’s placed on a bed in a room that’s not her own. Getting up and grabbing the bedside desk and throwing it as she screams. Her hands digging into her skull as she bends forward. Finally throwing up as she coughs, her knees buckling under the growing agony and pressure. Tears blurring her vision as her hands grip and claw at the floor. Misery and anguish flooding her heart as she wraps her arms around herself. The door opening catches her attention and Issac walks in.

“Oh, Eve,” he murmurs, “you poor thi—“

Getting up and running at him, her hands balled as she throws a clumsy punch that he catches. “Now, now, is that any way to treat your fiancé?” He glares and she yells profanity’s as she kicks and punches him. Clawing at his face as he tries to settle her into the chair. “Calm down!” He yells.

“Calm down! You want me to calm down?!” Pulling her leg up towards her and tries to kick him as hard as she can. The impact to his thigh makes him growl in anger. Raising his hand and slapping her harshly. She locks up, stiffening from the blow. The stinging in her cheek and her lip split open as she settles from the shock of being hit.

“There we go.” He says and presses a kiss to her face. Her eyes shut tight as she whimpers and breathes in shakily. “Next time don’t make me hurt you. I don’t wanna hurt my precious Eve. All shaken up over that filthy woman.” His hands gripping her arms and forcing her down even more on the chair. “Don’t worry I’ll wash the sins of her touch off your body in due time.”

He’s too close. Far too close to her. Close enough that she sees the cuts on his neck and her mind starts running a mile a minute as she thinks back to their conversation earlier. I had to. Repeats over and over again in her head as she finally looks at him. Tears down her face as she speaks, “Y-You killed her. You killed her! You son of a—“

His hand raises again and she flinches. He smirks and instead he cups her face and forces her to look at him. “I had to.” Confirming what she’s thinking, “After I told my father what happened he said that I couldn’t marry you. He said that the sin will be on you as long as Angelica breathed. I told him,” he leans forward and his green eyes stare at her and then her lips, her lip that still bleeds. “Told him that I’d get rid of the sin for you. You should be thanking me.”

Her heart slams against her chest, “We’ll be married in 4 days. Four days and I’ll be able to throughly cleanse your body.” Jerking in his grip, squirming on the chair. She can only begin to imagine what he has planned for her.

A defiance gathering in her eyes, she spits at his face. His thumb digging into her jaw as she cries out. “I’ll train you to be better. You’ll be so beautiful as my wife and as the mother of my children. So enticing even right now,” his other hand moves from her arm and down her stomach as her muscles tense and seizes. “I could cleanse you now but then we’d be committing sin.” He huffs and steps back.

Her hands rub her jaw as she quickly gets off the chair and steps back. He leaves, the door shutting and locking with a hard ‘click’ noise. She thinks that’s the end of it until he come back with a plate. Her eyes widen, “Don’t worry it’s just meat.” He grins and she doesn’t trust him, not one bit.

“How long?”

“Sit down,” he motions to the chair.

“How. Long.” Balling her fist as she refuses to even touch the plate of food. Thinking back to when people were getting sick. Thinking back to when people thought the rations were getting spoiled from the ‘animals’ they found. Chalking it up to the ‘animals’ being sick. Her stomach is empty even as she can feel the growing need to throw up.

“Long enough that everyone’s eaten someone here. Tasty, no?”

The amusement in his voice, the way he enjoys her suffering, enjoys seeing her so distraught. Almost as beautiful as her happiness. The smile she never gave him but always to Angelica, the happiness in her eyes when Angelica walked in the room, his hands grip the plate as he breathes in and out. He places the plate on the table as he watches her contemplate everything from the start.

Staring down at the plate and then at him. “I’m not going to touch any of that. You’ll have to force it down my throat.” Defiance in her voice as she won’t eat a lick of food from him or anyone else in this town. He snickers as he nods fast at her.

“Sure, sure, Eve,” he smirks, “I’ll be patient. I prepped a special dinner for our wedding night. You’ll just love it.” Leaving her alone with her thoughts as he takes his leave again. Shutting the door behind himself. The windows barred and no real way out. Stuck in this room with a plate of food that most likely is more human than animal.

The days pass and he tries to make her eat but she refused. He even forced her mouth open as she kicked and cried, forcing the meat down her throat as her throat constricted and she threw up on him. Making him yell and beat his fists into her. Her bruised body shaking as he realized what he did and told her off for making him hurt her. For making him be a monster when all he does is love her.

The day of the wedding came far too fast and she was forced into a white dressed. Too weak to fight back, too emotionally and physically exhausted as she nodded and barely spoke as the priest wedded them. Issac looking happier and happier as the reception was creeping up.

Her heart beating fast in her chest as the plates were being served at the reception. Issac in the middle with her to his right and the Father on the left. Her hand shaking as she grips on the fork. Her stomach growling and rumbling as she nearly gives in to eating.

Issac leans to his side, her hands grip the table as his lips brush against her ear. He whispers, “Hope you love her. I prepared her just for you.” His voice bouncing and echoing in her mind.

Her whole body tensing. Her eyes widening as she stares down at the plate and all she can image is Angelica. Angelica as the meal. Angelica as the meal the townsfolk are greedily eating. Tearing into her flesh to feed their sick bellys. The laughter, the glee, the sickening smile from Issac as she turns her head to him.

Mouth parted as a white-hot anger grips into her, burning the embers that were almost snuffed out. Warm brown eyes flash before her eyes, a distance of the woman she loved now prepared on a white plate and she knows what she needs to do. Blood demands blood.

Her hand grips on the fork and without thinking stabs it into his hand. He yells in pain and she takes the knife and stabs it into one of his eyes. For fully digging it into the socket as the blood seeps out. Staining the once white dress as she yanks the knife out and Issac falls head forward on the table. Father Abraham comes around and she’s quicker than the old man and swipes it at his neck. The knife itself is dull but she put enough force into it to slice the skin.

Everything blurs from then on. Last thing she remembered grabbing is her fathers rifle from the armory and bolting into the streets. The men yelling to find her as she runs and runs. She doesn’t stop running not even for the dead that try and grab her. She just runs. Runs farther and farther.

Forcing herself to keep moving, to not give her name, to sleep in random buildings and move on the next day. To never look back and keep as much distance between the hell she escaped into the hell that is everyone’s reality. The zombies would love her more gently than Issac can. That thought alone made her nights colder until she found that radio. The radio that changed it all. Made her open her carefully guarded heart to the men on it.

The sound of fingers snapping, and a voice forced her out of her memories. Brought into the present and she doesn’t know if she’s rather stay in her past. “Eve? Hello? Earth to Eve. Oh poor thing still distorted from when you hit the wall,” he laughs that stupid noise. He waves a hand in front of her face and she jolts a bit.

Nearly 4 months. 4 months she’s been away from this hell hole. Away from him and everyone in this godforsaken town. “That’s not my fucking name.” She finally gets a good look at him. Her face pulling into a grin as she eyes that stupid eyepatch. “Should’ve stabbed your other eye out. Never liked the color green.”

His hand ball into a fist. She continues speaking, “Thought you were dead. Hoped you were considering I stabbed that knife into your eye.” She grins at him, “Is your daddy dead? Hoped he was after I sliced his thro—“ a harsh slap against her cheek as her eyes widen. Her arms jerk in the binds as she turns her face to glare as her chest rises and falls from the anger.

“You will learn to respect me, wife.” She can’t help but grin as she knows she hit her mark. At least one of them is dead. Good riddance.

“I’m not your fuk-“ another backhanded slap and this time she cries out in pain. His hand grips her jaw hard like he did those months ago but this time. This time she has more fire in her eyes. More than enough anger to hold her over. “Fuck you.” She says and pulls on the moisture in her mouth to spit at him.

His other hand wipes his face clean. “Oh, but you are. My father married us before God and the church. Making you, my wife.” Jerking his hand back harshly as her neck stretches back. Her back arching as she tries to accommodate to the forceful stretch. “You’ll be my perfect wife by the next couple of days. You’ll give me a son and I’ll name him after my father.” Like hell she will. She’s rather die than give him anything.

Tilting his head back as he laughs at how helpless she is in this moment and all she can do is grit her teeth and bare it. For now at least until she can find a way out. Or maybe the Captain will make do on his promise to get her.

A silent prayer escapes her lips, a plead for them to find her before it’s too late. Before she breaks under the pressure.

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I Love You Always

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It hasn’t been the same since. Sukuna acts like he’s fine with you when you’re around the others, but now his eyes don’t linger on you. He barely starts a conversation with you, shit, he talks to Kazuya more than he does with you. Kaede thought it was weird but you told her it was nothing. Just friends outgrowing each other due to hanging out too much in the past. They don’t seem exclusive yet either, so it’s safe to say that they’re still talking? You don’t know, but you’ve been trying to drown yourself in Kazuya as much as possible. You’ve been ditching Kaede’s group invites, saying that you and Kazuya were already busy, and when he’d try to join them, you would tell him to give them some space.

Another thing is, you’re completely dreading today. It just feels like it’s gonna be a bad day. You’re pushing the cart around the store with an empty mind while your mom adds things in. She’s on the phone with your dad, talking about work or whatever, so you’re just left alone to follow aimlessly.

“Did you want this, sweetheart?”

She’s holding a pack of Himemaru rice crackers in the air to get your attention. You barely look at them, “sure.”

Just like that, she drops them in the cart and continues her conversation on the phone. Nothing in particular catches your attention since you don’t seem to have much of an appetite lately. You wouldn’t call it depression either, that’d be going overboard. You just miss how things were before.

Your mom taps your arm, “are you alright these days? You’re not grabbing all the snacks you usually eat.”

“I’m on a diet,” you lie, turning into the next aisle.

She stops you right there and crosses her arms, a worried look in her eyes. They search you for answers before she opens her mouth again, “you know, before I was afraid you were eating too much and now…”

Her nervous smile quivers, “you’re not eating and it’s a drastic change. These are also signs of pregnancy, sweetheart. You’ve been going out a lot and staying out during late hours, I’m afraid of what you’ve been doing.”

“Mom–”

“I’m not stupid. I was your age once too, you know. I know that you’re having fun, but I just wish for you to be safe. Your father hasn’t caught on, but I am concerned. How about after we shop, I take you to the clinic to get a checkup?”

“I haven’t done those things yet, so there’s nothing to be scared of. We’ll just waste our time going over there.”

The attitude in your tone takes your mom by surprise but she nods in defeat, “you sound like you’re telling the truth, then.”

You stick your tongue out at her to lighten the mood, “let’s just finish this up and go back home.”

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Your dad has been walking on eggshells around you as well over the last few months. He doesn’t speak to you any different, but maybe he too can pick up on your shift in mood. Is it really that drastic? Surely you’ve always been a grump, so what’s the big difference?

“I’ll take those,” he says as he takes the groceries from your hands.

You allow him to take them and follow him into the kitchen to help sort out the items. Your mom also comes in to help, leaving out what she’ll make for dinner.

“Will you be joining us?”

You look at your dad with a shrug, “I think I have plans with someone, so I’m not sure.”

He juts his lips but nods understandably, “you are going out with a female friend or male?”

“It’s a mix of both genders. We’re a group of people.”

“Shouldn’t you introduce us so that we know who you’re with?”

“It’s not necessary, so no.”

You give him stern eyes and head towards your bedroom. You’re annoyed by people constantly prying into your life. You don’t want them to meet Kazuya because they’ll misunderstand what he is to you, and you most certainly do not want them to meet someone like Sukuna. They’ll only judge, because that’s all they do. Especially your mom.

Since you’re bored, you decide to change out of what you’re currently wearing and put something else on. “I’ll be back later,” you shout as you close the door behind you.

Your feet guide you through the area you first saw Sukuna. He’s not there anymore, obviously. The spot is now taken over by a guitarist, playing his heart out to make some extra cash. The tune sounds nice to your ears, but it does strike a couple of heartstrings. A grin appears on your lips as you dig into your wallet, grabbing a single twenty. You diligently place the bill in his guitar case and back up into the rest of the crowd again to listen.

The man sends you a gracious smile and tips his head at you, “thank you~”

Your hands come out in front of you and wave, “don’t mention it.”

The man leans towards a smaller build, with soft fluffy hair and delicate looking hands. He’s pretty, but you can tell he’s fairly young, possibly mid-teens. He’s completely different from Sukuna– why are you even comparing the two? You snap out of your own thoughts and turn around to leave the crowd. Probably wasn’t a wise choice to revisit such a nostalgic area.

You shove your airpods in and blast music to drown out the real world while you walk to the next destination. It doesn’t take you too long, but you push through the doors and approach the hostess, “hi, I’m sorry, do you know if Mastuyama Kazuya is working today?”

She beams brightly and bows a bit, “oh yes, his shift should be over in a few hours. Let me get him for you, he’s in the back.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t know you were coming,” he greets, coming out from the back.

“Just thought I’d visit you for a bit,” you reason, “sorry, is it rush hour for you?”

Kazuya titters softly, “you’re fine, the kitchen can handle it.”

You push your hair behind your ear as you speak, “I’ll just be a second. I know you’re busy, so are we still going to the movies later tonight?”

“About that…” he trails off.

He wipes the sweat from his forehead with his forearms and pouts a bit, “I must be famous today. Sukuna and Kaede came to visit not too long ago.”

“Did they?”

You’re not sure as to why he’d bring them up, but you listen anyway.

Kazuya gestures towards a table, “yeah, they finished their meal like half an hour ago.”

“What do they have to do with our plans later?”

“Matsuyama, we need you back on the stove,” an employee says as he pokes his head out.

Kazuya nods hurriedly at him, “I’ll be right there.” He gently pinches your cheek, “they invited us to the club tonight and I kind of agreed without thinking. Don’t be too mad, okay? I gotta go, so I’ll see you tonight. See ya!”

“But–”

A fat sigh blows past your lips at the sight of him rushing back into the kitchen. Damn, you knew today felt shitty for a reason. Clubbing? With Sukuna? In a place where alcohol is involved? Not that you have to drink, but the environment is giving you flashbacks of that night, and it’s not bright. You will admit, there are times when you have dreams of that night and it drives you crazy! It’s that guilty conscience of yours…

Maybe you can find a way out of this, right?

♡ ♡ ♡

Kaede keeps blowing up your phone about tonight’s plan. She wants to know what you’ll wear, how you’ll do your hair etc. You’re not answering her much, just giving her short responses. Do you sound like a bitch? Probably. Do you care? Not really. Everything in your closet seems too bland and stupid but you managed to figure something out. It wasn’t anything too flashy, since you still have to see your parents, but enough to get you into the club.

You’re outside the gate, waiting for Sukuna’s car. He decided it’d be cheaper and safest to just use his chauffeur and who are you to argue against that? There’s a mix of emotions that you’re feeling as you wait, but the most defined one is anger and irritation. You don’t want to see Sukuna and Kaede flirt, mainly because you’ve been getting those flashbacks. Shit, you can barely look them in the eyes.

Right as you’re thinking this, you see the familiar black car pull up. It stops right in front of you and the passenger window rolls down.

“Get in,” he spits out coldly.

You barely catch it. That’s how low it is. Loud enough just for you to hear. He’s not even looking at you, he’s just staring straight ahead, and you want to smack that big ol’ head of his. You want to shove your hand through the window and fuck up his stupid, gelled back hair. Does he realize how stupid he looks? Okay, he doesn’t look stupid at all, you’re just being petty, but that’s okay!

You groan and open the back door to see both Kazuya and Kaede. They smile at you and shower you in compliments, ones that go in your ear and out the other. You’re only focusing on the back of his stupid pink hair. He got his roots retouched, how conceited. Ugh, and his cologne is too overwhelming. It makes your stomach churn.

“You doing okay?”

Kazuya’s eyebrows are pointed upwards in a worried way as he examines your sour face. Upon realization, you fix your face and hum, “peachy.”

You look at what Kaede is wearing and you instantly feel insecure. The feelings you feel, it’s the same as when you introduced Kaede to Sukuna. Why do you keep feeling this way? It’s annoying. Her hair is loosely curled, her makeup is done smokey, complimenting the dress she has on and her heels are sexy and strappy. Her charisma is even crazier tonight.

“You look sexy,” you compliment, sending a wink her way, regardless of the bad feelings inside.

Kaede giggles and shies away, “stop~ you’re teasing me.”

Your focus then turns towards Kazuya and your fingers land on the sleeves of his shirt, “you look great too, Kazuya.”

No one sees the red hues that glare through the rearview mirror, you’re all much too focused on your own little conversations, blabbing about this and that. Sukuna’s jaw tightens at the sight of you and he ignores the way your laugh sends shivers down his spine. You’re a fucking ungrateful bitch, that’s what you are.

Thankfully the ride isn’t too long. You’re all dropped off in the middle of the street and left to wait in line for the club. Kazuya is walking in front with Sukuna while Kaede holds your arms for support. It wasn’t too wise of you guys to pregame in the car, but it already happened, so.

“Where are you going?”

You call out with a glare and Sukuna barely looks back at you, “to the front.”

Kazuya spits out short apologies to the people you’re all cutting and taps Sukuna, “shouldn’t we be waiting in the back?”

“I work here,” Sukuna says, smiling his best.

Oh, that’s right. Sukuna works as a bartender at a club. This must be the place. Why didn’t it click in your head sooner?

Kaede’s grip on your arm is so tight that you feel like your arm will snap off. You’re about to say something to her, but Sukuna reaches out for her and takes her from you, “come here.”

He greets the bouncer and whispers something in their ear. They don’t even hesitate to let you all through, and as crazy as it is, you smile at Kazuya with excitement and raise your eyebrows, “I guess we don’t gotta pay.”

“Does that mean we get free drinks too?” Kazuya jokes, pulling you closer to him as the music begins to blare louder.

Sukuna chuckles, “that, you gotta pay for.”

You promised yourself not to drink too much, in fear you might slip up. Kaede and Sukuna, however, have been taking shots left and right. Their tab must be huge. Kazuya is the only one completely sober, but he’s having fun regardless, dancing with no shame. He’s fun to be with, at a time like this. You’re trying too, you are.

In order to distract yourself, you continue to dance with Kazuya, but not in a sensual way. Just goofy moves and whatnot. You’re not too sure how long it’s been, but maybe you guys have been here for two hours already. You’ve lost the other two in the crowd, so it helps to keep you distracted.

There’s just one thing… luck is never on your fucking side!

Kazuya reaches into his back pocket and leans towards your ear, shouting, “I gotta take this!”

You follow him towards the bathroom area and wait for him there to avoid separation. You pray that it’s a useless phone call, but something in your gut tells you otherwise. Approximately six minutes pass and Kazuya comes back out with a sorry smile.

There’s dread in your eyes.

“No, what’s wrong?”

He thins out his lips and gives you a soft caress before leaning towards your ear to shout, “sorry, y/n, but I just got a call from work. Someone had to go home suddenly and no one else could cover their shift.”

“But it’s almost eleven–”

His eyes shut, “I know, I know, but our restaurant stays open until 1am and they don’t have another chef. I’m sorry, y/n.”

You bite your tongue and huff, “it can’t be helped.”

Kazuya frowns too, since he feels sorry for having to suddenly abandon you, “I can help you search for the others before I leave–”

“Just go,” you blurt, your chest swelling with the action.

When you see the hurt in his face, you apologize, “sorry, it’s not your fault. It’d be better if you arrived over there quickly. I’ll look for them myself.”

You’re both shouting over the music, but you can hear each other clearly. He looks around the club once more before pulling you into a hug, “I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Yeah,” you mutter against his chest.

♡ ♡ ♡

So, you might’ve had a few more shots. Just three more. Your vision isn’t fucked up, but your anger has subsided. Oh, you’re also dancing way more, now that you’re here by yourself, but it’s still fun. You get a couple of guys and girls here and there, but they know the drill, they don’t stay too long. In all honesty, you’ve kind of forgotten all about the other two people you came with.

That was, until… You’re shouting over the music with a random group of people you’ve found. It’s a mix of both women and men, mainly consisting of women. They know how to party, how to have fun. You watched them take body shots off of each other and when they offered you, you quickly denied, “it’s okay, I can’t get too drunk!”

“Awh, maybe next time then,” one of the men suggests, giving you a cute pout.

Though he suggests it, neither of you bother to exchange socials; his words nothing but empty. You sway to the loud music and look around, your eyes scanning over hundreds of faces but… you see him. You see him anywhere. You see him in the midst of the crowd, no one but him. It’s not because of his bright pink hair, it’s not because of his tattoos. You see him because he is Ryomen Sukuna.

All of your movements still instantly as you watch what’s in front of you. He’s stuck in the middle of a crowd with rowdy people, but in his arms is a very drunk Kaede. Her eyes are closed as she grinds her hips against his, her arms lifted and wrapped around his neck as a way to help support herself, even though he’s got both palms planted on her hips. Their faces are so close that it’s almost like they’ll kiss, and it sparks a fire in your chest. You feel it all at once while your head spins at the sight. Your chest stings, your heart falls, your face feels heated, and your heart is pounding so hard against you that it hurts. There’s a stupid, fat lump in your throat as you continue to watch them dance with each other.

His expensive silk shirt is unbuttoned, like always, and you see the way Kaede’s nose dips closer to his bare skin. Will she lick him? Sniff him? They’re dancing so sensually. Are they both drunk? Is he taking advantage of her? Are they together? Have they done more than this? A million questions race through your head as you stomp through the crowd, not caring that you rudely bump into people.

With hate filled eyes, you march over and shove a random girl out of your way. You’re so focused on your own heightened emotions that you don’t care if you get into a fight. She glares at you, “what the fuck is your problem?!”

You ignore her and continue to push through. Without thinking, you grab Sukuna’s wrist and yank him away from Kaede, making them both stumble.

“What the fuck are you two doing?! Are you fucking out of your minds?!”

The poor girl is much too intoxicated to understand the situation, only reaching out to grab Sukuna’s hand while her head leans on his back for support. He looks down at you coldly, “what?”

Fuck, you’re too stunned to speak now. Where did all that anger go? It seems to have disappeared the moment he laid eyes on you. His eyes pierce through you so harshly. His nostrils flare as his patience runs out and he steps back to grab Kaede by her waist. He then proceeds to use his other hand to grab at your forearm harshly, choosing to drag you guys to the bar. He quickly waves over one of the bartenders, “this girl is with me. Make sure to have someone watch over her in the back room.”

“Don’t take too long, can’t guarantee that boss will let her stay.”

Sukuna sighs in annoyance, “tell him she’s with me. He won’t care.”

He doesn’t wait for the other guy’s response and continues to drag you. You’re a bit scared with how shady the door looks, but he drags you out and you realize that you guys are in an alleyway. Sukuna’s chin rises, “what the fuck was that all about?”

You glare up at him as he continues, “I was hitting it off with Kaede. Why’d you do all of that?”

“I’m worried,” you stupidly admit.

You hate how weak you sound. You hate how unconfident you’re feeling from just his gaze.

Sukuna scoffs out loud at you, “worried about what? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He steps closer to you, “for you to be with Kazuya without needing to worry about me? You set me up with Kaede and now you’re concerned?”

His face leans down, hovering over yours as a petty smirk draws itself on his lips. Your heart feels like it’s about to explode. You raise your chin pridefully, scoffing at his attitude, even though you had one first, “jeez, you must really like her. I didn’t think you’d be that upset about it.”

“Well, I am,” he quickly replies. There’s spite laced in his voice.

You blink a few times at his confirmation, and it seems to calm your sudden burst of anger. What used to be irritation morphs into something of shame and you lower your face a bit, “sorry for acting out then. Go back to her.”

You want to leave. You want to go home and cry. You want to be anywhere but here. You’re already turning around to walk away from him but he calls out angrily, “we’re not done talking, y/n.”

You hate the way he says your name.

“I think we are,” You’re only a few steps away from him, “you can go back to being touchy with her.”

Sukuna groans to himself, his voice becoming more stern, “I said we weren’t done talking. Stay still and look me in the eyes.”

You turn around to face him, “it’s fine, it was a spur of the moment.”

You motion towards the heavy door, “let’s just go back, she’s probably worried about you.”

With heavy footsteps, you try to get past him. Sukuna has other plans. He stops you and steps in front of you again, “y/n, I’m serious. Tell me what that shit was about. You had no fucking right to do that, to her or me.”

“I–”

Why are you getting choked up? It fucking sucks. This shit fucking sucks! What the fuck are you even doing? Why were you so mad in the first place?

Sukuna’s expression mocks you, a sneer on his face, “what, you can’t talk now? All of a sudden, the words can’t come out of your throat?”

He brings his hand up to your face and his thumb grazes your bottom lip gently, “you seemed to do just fine earlier when you were telling us off.”

There’s a stinging sensation in the corner of your eyes. Ah shit, don’t tell me it’s tears. What are they? Angry tears? Sad? Hurt?

Sukuna chuckles deeply, his thumb still on your lip, “don’t tell me you’re gonna cry now.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you say as you swat his hand away from you.

You quickly spin around to walk, hoping that you get to the end of the alley quickly. Sukuna’s heavy feet only take two steps forward before stopping, “get back here, right now.”

When you don’t listen, he raises his voice, “Ichihara y/n, I’m not playing with you.”

The seriousness in his tone has you stilling. Your mind is yelling at you to keep going, so why did you stop? Again, you turn around to face him, “I don’t know, Sukuna. I don’t know why I did that.”

Sukuna’s long strides get him close to you again and there’s a heavy frown on his lips, “yes, you do. I know you do.”

He heaves a sigh, mostly for himself, and then stares into your eyes. For a brief second, there’s worry in them.

“Look, let’s just take a deep breath together, okay?” he suggests, raising a brow.

Without needing to countdown, you both inhale and exhale together. He hums expectantly, “now tell me what’s wrong.”

The reason why you were so angry? Well, you don’t want to believe it.

“Sukuna, I–” the tears fall past your eyes, cascading down your cheeks, “I’m really jealous.”

His eyes widened. They widened and then his gaze turned into something bitter, “why are you saying this to me?”

He backs away from you, “why are you telling me this? Why now?”

More tears fall as you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, “I’m really jealous when you’re with Kaede, Sukuna.”

“Don’t say that shit to me,” he spits out, “what about Kazuya, hm? Weren’t you so sure you liked him? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?”

Your eyes turn cold as well, looking at him with hate, “I didn’t realize I liked you this much!”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches at your confession, his fists balling so tight that his knuckles turn white.

You continue with a shaky voice, “I wasn’t sure if what we had was platonic or not–” your voice breaks, “so I chose Kazuya because he was the safest option.”

He shakes his head at you, seething as he does so, “you had months to figure it out, y/n. Months.”

Your heart throbs.

“Okay, I get it! You’re mad and I feel stupid and embarrassed, so just go back to Kaede already.”

You turn around and begin to speed walk, not caring if you just ruined your entire relationship with Sukuna. He, however, has other plans, choosing to chase after you. He spins you around violently, “no, don’t try to pull this shit on me. You’re fucking manipulating me.”

“I’m not!”

You try to pry his hands off of you with your own but you’re too weak. He won’t budge no matter how much you try.

You weakly shove him away, only moving yourself with the action, “I told you why I made a scene and now you’re just upset! I’m embarrassed, and I would just like to go home.”

Sukuna’s phone makes a notification sound and he quickly pulls his phone out to look at the text. He releases you with a glare, “Kaede texted me, I’m going back.”

It takes everything in him to not hug you, to not comfort you and kiss you. He’s so angry with you. You’re hurt? Well so is he. His chest heaves heavily while he tries to calm his heart, “get home safe.”

“I don’t need to hear that from you,” you spit out, looking away from him.

Sukuna clicks his tongue, “and I didn’t need to hear that shit from you either but look what happened.”

He shoves his phone back into his pocket, “whether you choose to text me when you get home or not is on you, I don’t care.” He turns around, “see ya.”

♡ ♡ ♡

You don’t remember how you got home. All you know is that you turned your phone off after catching a cab. Gosh, you’re so stupid. All of this shit is your fault. If you weren’t so stupid, indecisive and moody then none of this would’ve happened. You were too embarrassed to show yourself in front of your parents, so you crawled through your window.

After lazily locking it, you plopped down onto the bed and curled up into a ball. All of these raw emotions make you feel ugly inside and it hurts a lot. You see flashes of the look in his eyes and yours close immediately, refusing to relive the moment.

You knew about your feelings. You knew this whole time; you just didn’t want to believe it. Now that you’ve told him, you feel much smaller in the world. Your heart feels like it’s been smashed to bits and pieces and don’t even get started on Kaede. How will you ever look her in the eyes again? No, what will you say to Kazuya? He’s not the one your heart yearns for, he’s far from it, no matter how much you try. He’s such a sweet man, but he’s not who you want.

After lying in bed for a few hours, you pushed yourself up and gathered fresh clothes. You heard your parents go to bed hours ago but you were too drained to move earlier. You strip and wait for the water to turn hot, getting in once you’re satisfied with the heat. The thing that sucks is the fact that you can’t focus on anything. All you see is the disgust and hatred in his eyes.

You feel dirty.

A soft whimper falls from your lips as you begin to scrub your body harshly, hoping to get rid of the feeling. No matter how much you scrub and scratch, you can’t get the dirty feeling off. If Kaede found out about your feelings, would she hate you too? This is exactly why you refused to believe in your feelings for Sukuna. She’s always shown her interest in him; she was never discreet. You let yourself sink and hug your knees while the water pelts you.

You’re the worst kind of friend. Who in the fucking world begs the man that their friend is interested in to take them to a party, proceeds to get drunk together and then fucking makes out, almost leading to sex? Only bad friends. The worst part is you begging him to keep quiet about it, because you knew it was wrong. How dare you continue to hang out with her and act as if nothing ever happened. But, you’re a coward. You can’t fess up. You don’t want to lose another friend. You let yourself cry for a few more minutes before sucking it up and ending your shower.

The bed feels colder than usual. You feel like the loneliest person in the world. It’s funny though, since you did this to yourself. You’ll continue to talk to Kaede until she eventually finds out, because you’re a coward like that. Yeah, that’s what you are.

♡ ♡ ♡

You wake up with a headache. It must be from all the stupid crying but you push yourself up and force yourself to get through the day. You still haven’t turned your phone on, as you’re afraid of what you’ll see. Your everyday morning routine is done with ease, even with a blank mind. When you roam into the dining area, your mom jumps up.

“I thought you weren’t home. We waited all night for you,” she says while adding breakfast to a plate that’s now meant for you.

“I came home quietly.”

You take the plate from her and place it at the table, moving to help her set up everything else. She squints her judgy eyes at you, “your eyes are red and puffy.”

“Oh, she might’ve just had fun last night.”

Your dad’s voice interferes and he pops into the room with a smile. He’s obviously trying to get her off of your back, but she continues to poke at you, “or she was crying. What happened?”

“I drank a lot.”

Your unfiltered comment has your parents at a loss for words and you laugh, “I’m being responsible so please stop treating me like I’m some child.”

The breakfast that your mom cooked might’ve been really tasty but you can’t seem to taste a single thing. It’s all bland to you, sadly. You feel their eyes on you. It’s annoying. With wavering patience, you place your utensils down and stand, “I’m done.”

Their whispered argument goes on deaf ears as you walk back into your room to get ready. You do your makeup as quickly as possible and then turn your phone on. There’s a message or two from Kaede and she’s apologizing for getting too drunk. Does she even know what happened last night? You don’t have the heart to respond, so you turn off your read notifications and leave her unanswered. Kazuya’s messages are just him apologizing for leaving early. You give him a short response but that’s all. Sukuna hasn’t messaged you at all, and that’s something you should probably get used to.

Anyways, you need to end things with Kazuya. You can’t continue to lead him on like this, and you should probably tell him the truth. It’s the least you can do for him. You asked to meet up with him after work and he agreed in an instance. Now all that’s left is the waiting game.

It’s not as easy to distract yourself when you’re panicking over what to say and how you’ll say it. He’s such a sweetheart that you might break and cry while telling him everything. He’d probably even question why you’re the one crying when it should be him… Oh god, you seriously need to pull yourself together before you make any situation worse.

For hours, you practiced what you would say to Kazuya so you wouldn’t stutter for words. You looked into a mirror and trained your facial expressions so that you’d be less tense in front of him. You even imagined the pained expression that he would hold when you broke the news to him, but you still felt horrible when doing so. Kazuya truly is a soft soul and a great friend. You’d hate to lose him, but you know he’ll be gone. You’ll be left alone for a long time too, since Kaede and Sukuna won’t stay by you after this either.

It’s already a little past 6pm and you’re on your way to meet Kazuya. He chose a small coffee shop since he wanted some caffeine. You stop in front of the door and take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the last time. Just like before, you force a smile and pull the door open, the little bell dinging above your head.

“Welcome in,” you hear the employee greet. You suck in a breath and lock eyes with Kazuya who waves you down. He looks different today, almost as if he knows something. Yes, he’s smiling, but it’s forlorn. You walk to him and sit down, nervously accepting the warm drink he offers you.

“I went ahead and ordered for you too,” he says while retracting his hand.

“Thanks.”

It’s a dry reply. Oh god, you feel terrible. Kazuya taps the table with the pads of his fingers, “listen, about last night, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, maybe a little too fast, “it’s fine, seriously. I–”

He cuts you off, “you wanted to talk to me, I know. So, what is it?”

“Uh…”

Shit! All those hours of practicing went to fucking waste! Why can’t you speak up? Are you just stupid and useless? Is that it? He deserves to know the truth, so why can’t you stop being a coward and speak up? You called him to talk, so talk.

Kazuya’s hand slides across the table and he gently holds your index finger. Only that finger. You appreciate how he still respects your space and boundaries, even after all those months of you basically leading him on. He rubs his finger over your smooth nail polish and he shoots you a kind smile, “you have pretty hands.”

“You always say that.”

A grin stretches as you recall the many times he’s complimented them. No matter what color or length, he’d always comment on it. The memories are bittersweet as well, and you’re a bit upset at yourself for even smiling at a time like this. Kazuya’s other hand brushes through his hair, revealing his forehead as he does so.

“It’s about time you smile at me, timid girl.”

Your face turns red, mainly from embarrassment, “I’m sorry, Kazuya.”

He lets go of your finger and grabs his cup, drinking the warm beverage. When he’s done, he looks back at you, “It’s alright, y/n. I think I know what this is about.”

“You do?”

Your voice is small. You hate it. How can Kazuya keep smiling at you?

“I’ve been trying for months, y/n. I’m not clueless.”

Your head falls, “I’m sorry.”

The fact that you don’t deny him only proves his theory. Kazuya didn’t know for sure, but now his questions and doubts are confirmed. He tries not to let it show and instead keeps smiling at you, “I told you that I noticed how you changed here and there over time, but I didn’t want to bother you about it in case you were also figuring yourself out.”

Kazuya becomes quiet for a short while but then continues, “I didn’t want to believe it at first, but after I saw Sukuna’s wallpaper, everything just kind of clicked. You’re not a good liar either, y/n, but I like that about you. It makes you kind of cute.”

You laugh again, because you don’t know what to say. All you know how to say is ‘sorry’ and you’re sure that Kazuya doesn’t want to keep hearing that from you.

Everything about him is calm, from the way he looks at you, to the way he speaks. He seems completely fine on the outside, but he’s screaming at himself internally. He wants to break down and cry because he does truly like you, but what good is it if the person you’re interested in just can’t find it within themselves to like you back. His right leg bounces quickly under the table, but you don’t know that.

Kazuya suddenly leans over the table to tap your hand, mainly to get your attention, “I really liked you and I hoped that we could work out, but I understand. Thank you for trying anyway, y/n.”

There’s a small, teeny tiny weight that lifts from your chest, “is this really okay with you, Kazuya?”

“Mmm… no hard feelings, promise.”

Poor guy… he’s flashing you such a pretty smile but you can see the tears welling in his eyes. You only have yourself to blame for this. If you were honest from the beginning then he wouldn’t have gotten hurt like this. You tilt your head up at Kazuya when he pulls on your finger.

“It’s always been him, huh?”

Does he seriously want an answer to that? It would only hurt him more… You see the expectant expression though, so you nod with shame, “I didn’t want it to be him, I swear. He just snuck his way in.”

Kazuya lets your finger go and slowly slides his hand back towards himself, “but does he like you?”

He already knows the answer. Even a blind man can see just how much you two pine for each other; he just wishes you were more honest with yourselves.

You clench the cup a bit tighter, “I’m sorry.”

His expression softens quickly, “for what?”

“I’m sorry for not seeing you in a romantic way, Kazuya.”

Oh my god. That’s the worst kind of thing to say. Please, shut the fuck up.

You’re expecting him to cry, but he bursts out laughing, a hand flying over his mouth to try and hide it. When you furrow your brows at him, he dips his head and takes a minute to collect himself.

“Don’t say things like that, you’ll make me feel small both emotionally and physically. Anyhow,” he snickers one last time to mask his sadness, “I’m rooting for you. I don’t know what’ll happen to you guys, since Kaede is also in the picture, but I’ll always be cheering you on. I hope you get your happy ending, timid girl.”

It’s odd. You hate Sukuna’s ‘halfie’ but you don’t seem to mind Kazuya’s ‘timid girl’. Is that weird?

Your lip quivers, “I’m sorry that I can’t love you in the same way.”

“Stop,” he teases, “you’ll make me cry. I’m trying to seem tough here.”

Kazuya stands from the table first and waits for you to get up. Like a gentleman, he assists you out of the cafe and holds the door for you.

“I guess we should stop our frequent meetups from here on out.”

He holds his arms open and you rush in to return his hug, holding him as tightly as you can. This is supposed to make you feel better, but you only feel like shit. Well, you are kind of shit, but there’s no need to continue berating yourself.

Ugh, fucking bitch. You’re crying. Kazuya’s soft chuckle vibrates against you while his hands rub your back soothingly, “this must’ve been a tough decision for you, y/n. I know it’s not easy, you did good.”

“I–” you get a bit choked up, but keep going, “I am truly sorry towards you, for not being able to feel the same way.”

Kazuya pulls his face back to look directly in your eyes, a tiny grin on his lips, “I told you that it was all okay. I understand completely, alright? Friends?”

Another fat tear rolls down your cheek, “yeah, friends.”

He rests his face against the side of your head before giving it a quick kiss, “talk it out with Sukuna, alright? He’s a cool guy.”

“He’s an ass, but I will.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Welp! That’s one problem gone. Now you’ve got another storm of problems to get over. How will you confront Sukuna and how will you tell Kaede without causing any more problems? She’s going to be upset, that’s unavoidable. The problem is how upset she’ll be. You’re not sure how far she and Sukuna have gone, but based on how they acted in the club, they might’ve gotten pretty far with each other. Afterall, Sukuna isn’t exactly an in-your-face type of guy, so if they are together then it’s on the downlow, and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he got so upset with you. You curse under your breath at yourself. You should’ve just asked Kaede a month ago if she and Sukuna were exclusive. You remember the way he held her hips and how they grinded against each other. A shudder runs down your spine at the fact that they might be sleeping together already.

Shit. Whether you say something or not, you’re gonna lose. It’s a lose-lose situation for you regardless of what you do, and that fucking sucks!

“I’m fucking stupid,” you mutter to yourself.

When you’re back in reality, you recognize the area. Your stupid feet have led you to the train tracks you used to hang out at. All those memories of you arguing with Sukuna over little things come flying by and you laugh to yourself while the rocks crunch beneath you. You also remember throwing salt at him all the time. Oh yeah. You haven’t done that in a long while. You keep going, choosing to walk on the actual tracks instead but as you get further, your heart seems to pulse faster. Your intuition tells you to turn and run, far away, but your feet won’t listen.

And, shit. What are the odds that you’d run into him here, today? Well, that’s exactly what the fuck just happened! Why is he here? Why is he sitting on the tracks with his back turned to you? His intoxicating scent fills your nostrils and you switch to breathing through your mouth, refusing to allow him in. His hair isn’t styled today, it’s left soft and untouched, blowing gently with the light breeze. You stand still and hold your breath, trying not to make too much sound but it’s too late.

“You’re always late, Kaede. Next time I’m ditching–”

Sukuna’s words are cut short when he turns around and finds you instead. Why the fuck are you here? Who the hell invited you? He hates that you still look beautiful.

All you can do is stare at him. He looks so different from before; it’s the way his eyes no longer hold any warmth for you. You should’ve taken advantage of those eyes back then, but who would’ve known that you two would end up like this so quickly. It’s just barely 7pm and the orange sky behind him suits him so well. It complements the pigment of his skin and blends in prettily with his artificial pink hair. If you were a bigger fool, you’d think that you were in hell with the devil himself. His aura and glare are enough to burn through your skin and you’re foolish, because you can’t seem to run away.

“You should probably get outta here, Kaede will be here soon,” he spits out, turning away so that he can no longer see you.

“Sukuna, about–”

He cuts you off, “you should also stop coming here, to all the areas we’ve hung out before. It wouldn’t be good for either of us to keep on running into each other.”

So what the fuck does that mean? Is he confirming that he and Kaede are together? Are they cutting you off? You’re really sick and tired of crying, but you can’t stop.

You’re quiet, so he goes on, “I’ll still be around when Kaede wants to hang out with you, but don’t expect too much. I’ll talk to you here and there so it doesn’t come off as weird, but I won’t get in yours or Kazuya’s way.”

You’re not ready for either of this. You were not expecting to run into Sukuna so soon and you don’t know what to say to him. You haven’t had the time to try and sort this shit out, so for it to come flying at you like this all at once has you overwhelmed. Right now, you wish a train would just come and run you over, but that’s not happening. Not anytime soon, at least.

You’re too quiet. Sukuna lazily tilts his head towards you and clicks his tongue at what he sees.

“Seriously? You’re crying now?” He snickers dryly, “you’re really fucking crying right now?”

A short sob falls from your lips, “can I not cry when my feelings are hurt?”

“No, you don’t get to cry.”

He closes the distance between you, “and don’t even think about trying to cry about this later. I won’t fall for it.”

Your mouth falls agape and you think about how none of this would’ve been a problem if he had just left you alone the second time you guys talked. You try to blink away the rest of your tears, “I never asked for this. I didn’t ask for you to stay by my side and cling to me.”

Sukuna thinks it’s funny, so he laughs in a spiteful manner. Weren’t you the one who came to bother him? Asking about his name and shit? Talking about always seeing him linger on the fucking streets?

“Oh, so now you’re ungrateful too, bitch.”

You shove him away on instinct, “would you stop that?”

His tongue comes out to poke at the corner of his mouth while he chuckles, “stop what? My sarcasm?” he steps closer again, towering over you, “why? Does it hurt you?”

“Yeah, it fucking hurts me, Sukuna,” you quietly admit, a new stream of tears slipping past your eyes.

When you think about your argument last night, your heart aches and you don’t want to feel this way anymore. You just want to get it over with. When you think about how he’s waiting for Kaede right now, your heart falls to pieces.

“Seeing you with her hurts my feelings. I’m jealous, really jealous.”

Everything cunning about Sukuna drops and he backs away from you, pushing his hair back in frustration, “you don’t get to feel that way! Not now, not ever.” His chest heaves heavily as he speaks to you, “what gives you the right to, hm? That you realized you liked me too late?”

He comes to you again but you don’t move, you don’t wince at his aggression. His red hues bore into yours, “what’re you gonna do about Kazuya, huh? Tell me.”

Just tell him. That’s all you need to do. Tell him that you ended things with Kazuya. As easy as it sounds like to do so, you can’t. You just ended things with him and even that hurt. You can still see just how much he was holding back, how hard he was trying to not cry in front of you. You remember how when you both parted ways, you turned around and saw his arms raise towards his face. He broke down when he was sure you were already walking away from him, and it made you feel like the shittiest person alive because he didn’t deserve that. And even if you could tell Sukuna, you’re more worried now than ever about the fact that he and Kaede might be dating. Everything he’s doing, all of this anger, it’s possible that he’s angry with you because you’re too late and they’re already together.

Sukuna’s irises flick back and forth all over your face as he waits for you to speak up. Why aren’t you saying anything? Why can’t you ever say anything?

“Stop fucking crying, y/n,” he says in a softer tone, more so to help himself calm down.

“This is stupid,” you say weakly, “I’m being stupid.”

You quickly wipe your eyes and turn around to leave. That’s better anyway because Kaede could show up at any moment.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he chases after you with long strides, “we aren’t done talking about this.”

“Well, I am.”

“Well I’m not, so get your ass back here before I lift you over my shoulder and drag you away myself.”

You still haven’t turned around, “that’s kidnapping.”

He stands right behind you, “I don’t give a shit, y/n. I’ll do it, you know I will.”

He’s not bluffing. You hate that you know. You take a deep breath and turn back to face him.

“That’s what I thought.”

“You’re a fucking dick.”

“Says the one causing problems.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“You’re a fucking dick.”

@lucyrocks86 @mykyoon @hxlalokidottir @wo-ming-bai @yourusernames @adoraspace

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idk-ig · 1 year

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The younger Olympians GC

Dad’s Fastest Swimmers (& Heph) is the name.

The group chat with Ares, Athena, Hephaestus, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Dionysus, and Aphrodite. It’s the younger Olympian chat.

Athena had to swear an oath on the Styx to never speak of it or anything in it without permission from every other member in the chat before she was allowed to join. Curiosity got her to agree.

After a few weeks of her being in it, they realized that they had nothing to worry about. And that their oldest sister was 1) f***ing hilarious and 2) not nearly as devoted to Zeus as they had thought.

Athena was released from the oath a month later.

Actually, this chat has done wonders for everyone’s relationships with each other because it’s a bonding experience.

The chat is kept as an utmost secret and nobody outside of its members knows it even exists. Zeus would probably be extremely paranoid and thus furious if he found out about it. Poseidon would probably find it hilarious, though.

Apollo named it. Obviously.

Aphrodite knows about this chat but since she’s not a sibling, she wasn’t allowed in it, initially. But she cited the fact that in some myths, she is a sibling and they decided to roll with it. She was a great addition.

They use it to speculate on the elder Olympians and just to let people know things. There isn’t anything in there that would warrant Zeus’s suspicion but it’s Zeus, so…

Hermes: meeting in 20, Z pissed

Hephaestus: wonderful

Athena: what about?

Hermes: no clue

Aphrodite: bet Hera found out he was having an affair 🙄

Ares: nah

Ares: prolly woke up with no hair or smth

Apollo: maybe he woke up with clown make-up and he’s too embarrassed to ask who did it but too upset to let it go

Ares:

Literally everyone else:

Artemis: that’s oddly specific

Dionysus: so, what would happen if there was a rager thrown in Hera’s gardens last night while she was visiting Oceanus and Tethys?

Dionysus: and now the east quad of lotus flowers have been crushed and Alfie is still high 12 hours later?

Dionysus: hypothetically

Hermes: …how…what…why…?

Artemis: how did Alfie even get drugs?

Apollo *at the same time*: I thought the ediles were the peacock treats!

Artemis: …

Apollo: I wonder what I was eating

Hephaestus: is that why I couldn’t find them!?!

Aphrodite: you were at the party 😱

Hermes: you do edibles!?!

Hephaestus: no, Mother asked me to look after Alfie while she was gone so I went to check on him this morning and I couldn’t find the treats

Apollo: oh

Artemis & Aphrodite: Apollo, eww

Apollo: they kinda tasted good ngl

Dionysus: CAN WE FOCUS ON THE PROBLEM?

Ares: you are screwed, what’s the problem?

Dionysus: if I tell her it was an accident, do you think she’ll spare me?

Athena: Zeus has tried that with her many times in the past and it hasn’t worked before so I don’t see it working now

Athena: like when she first met you

Everyone: 0w0

*later*

Dionysus: guys I’m getting a summons from Hera…

Apollo: good luck, soldier 🫡

Aphrodite: it was nice knowing you

Ares: we’ll make sure there’s some lotuses on your grave

#Inspired by a fanfic #also inspired by reddit #Younger Olympians #incorrect greek gods #artemis #ares #apollo #athena #aphrodite #dionysus #hermes #hephaestus #Hera #zeus #Athena just roasting Dionysus #Alfie is Hera’s favorite peacock #She’s very protective of him #Zeus rocking up with the new baby like “it was an accident I swear!” “Pls spare him”

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againstacecilia · 2 years

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Zena Thamne

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, brush with death, bounty brought in cold, weapon use, feelings????

A/N: I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to trim this down sooooooo the chapter's a little longer than normal. I think the rest from here on out might be a little heftier too, lol. This chapter (and all of them, tbh) dedicated to the wonderful @creatively-analytical for being the best beta-reader, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. 💖 Asks are always open!!

You eventually join Mando in the cockpit after giving up on your book. The blur of hyperspace paints the boards and durasteel in whites and blues that you’ll never get tired of. Sitting in your chair, you quietly watch the streaks blaze past and let yourself get lost in the trance when Mando breaks the silence.

“Everything alright?”

“Mhmm,” you nod in confirmation, “Hyperspace is gorgeous.”

“I guess I don’t really notice anymore.” Mando looks up and around at the stars streaming by, “But you’re right, it does look nice.”

A question pops into your mind and it leaves your lips before you give it much thought, “What do you see in that helmet?”

“I can see everything you see,” his chair swivels to face you.

“Yeah, but, can you see it the way I see it? Like, I’m guessing there are fancy gadgets that helped you track Shoan back there?”

“I can see things mostly the same way. Maybe not as brightly as you do, but the tech inside makes up for whatever I’m missing by looking through the helmet.”

“So that sunset on Batuu, what did it look like to you?”

He shrugs, “A sunset? I’ve seen my share, I know what they look like.”

You shake your head, feeling flabbergasted. “But the colors, the way the sky looked like it was on fire, it was so beautiful!”

He laughs, melodic and full, and puts his hands up in mock defeat. “Okay okay, it was beautiful.”

“Good,” you laugh along with him. “Now that that’s settled, tell me about our next target.”

His demeanor turns serious, like a switch flipped; suddenly he’s all business. “Zena Thamne. I’m thinking she’ll be a little more work than Shoan was.”

You nod, anticipation bubbling up in your gut. “How long until we reach her?”

“She’s more slippery than Shoan was; we’re heading to a Guild contact closer to her last known location to get the most up-to-date info. It’ll take a couple of days, so we’ll have some more time to train on the way.”

“Sounds good to me,” you turn your face back to the widows in front of you, “Ready whenever you are.”

You feel his gaze on you for another moment before he turns back to the control panel. “We’ll stay for a day on Yavin 4 before most likely heading to Dantooine, unless she’s jumped further towards the Unknown Regions.”

You try and focus on what he’s saying, but the hum of the ship and beauty of hyperspace begins to lull you to sleep. Eventually you give in to the draw of your cosmic lullaby and drift off.

- - - - - - - -

The trip to Yavin 4 lasts a couple more days, and in the time it takes to get there you train a little more with Mando. A couple of new forms, nothing too difficult, but it meant that you were ready to really start sparring with him. You weren’t nervous about the idea necessarily, but being this physically close did make you feel… Something. You push the emotion to the back of your mind as Mando steps in front of you.

The only armor he wears is his helmet, having doffed the pieces protecting his body. You both settle into your positions and wait for the other to strike. While the seconds tick away in silence, the two of you study each other with unwavering focus. You knew he would be the first to strike; all you needed to do was wait.

He is the first to make a move, ducking and trying to sweep your legs out from under you. But you knew that trick; he’d taken you down that way in your first lesson. You wouldn’t let it happen again.

Jumping over his leg, you bounce away as far as the small space will allow. He jumps back up and rushes you. Spinning away again, you look around for something near you to use to gain the upper hand. A small wrench catches your attention. With as much stealth as possible, you pick up the tool and throw it at his head. It bounces harmlessly off the beskar but does throw his attention off for long enough to charge him yourself.

Using one of the forms he showed you earlier, you feign a punch to his side before stepping between his legs and using your ankle to cause him to stumble. For a fleeting moment, you think you’ll actually win this one before his hand shoots out and grabs your hand. Kneeling on the ground, he pulls you backwards over his propped knee and you crash onto the floor, wind flying from your lungs.

You both stay where you are; his breathing is heavy and you’re coughing from the impact. Before you know it, your coughing turns to ragged laughter.

Mando’s helmet turns to look at your prone form, laughter curling your body. “What is so funny?”

“That was,” another wave of laughter takes over, “so much fun.” Tears start falling from your eyes.

Mando is still staring at you, head tilted in confusion. You sit up, stomach cramping with the joy bubbling through your body. Seeing his bafflement only made the situation funnier, and you double over again in a fresh wave of giggles.

Through the sound of your laughter, another sound emerges. The dark, melodious sound you heard slip through his helmet days before is once again filling the cargo hold and mingling with yours. He collapses next to you and you laugh together for a while longer before getting a grip on yourselves.

“Phew, I’m sorry.” You gulp down air and wipe the tears from your eyes. “I’m not sure what happened there. But that was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.”

Heavy breathing rustles through the modulator of Mando’s helmet as he regains control. The dark visor turns to look at you. “You really should get out more.” Another round of giggles hits you both as you punch him in the arm.

“That’s the plan, Mandalorian.” You stand and offer him your hand. Not that you’d actually be able to lift him (damn, he is all muscle), but he accepts the offer and rises from the metal floor.

The rest of the flight is spent bringing you up to speed on Zena Thamne, accused murderer of a nobleman from Coruscant. A low-level criminal for most of her life, Zena had finally gotten too deep and had found herself with the job to kill the nobleman.

“As far as we know, no one expected her to actually be able to do it. The gang she was involved with gives these big hit jobs to newbies as death sentences; no support, not a lot of intel, just a name and a rifle. Somehow, Zena managed not only to finish the job but also managed to get away.”

“That’s horrible…” You sit on your cot, curling your legs under yourself and pouring over the holopad with Zena’s information on it. “It says here she’s nineteen?”

“The Galaxy is a rough place,” Mando shrugs, pulling a crate over to sit across from you, “I’ve brought in bounties younger than her.”

You shake your head but stay quiet. You grew up in relative safety and security; it was going to take some time to reform your view of life with the reality you were being introduced to. But you wanted to see it and experience what life was like for other people. You weren’t going to be able to help anyone if all you knew was the confines of Randon.

“They want her to stand trial so the goal is to bring her in alive. The nobleman’s family, on the other hand, doesn’t care how she’s brought in.”

You look up from the holopad and meet the gaze of his visor, “Meaning, we might have to kill her if she doesn’t cooperate?”

“We’ll try and avoid that but, yes, if she won’t come and we can’t subdue her we’ll bring her in cold.”

You swallow but nod, turning back to the information glowing in front of you. “So what’s the plan, then? If she’s still on Yavin 4, how do we find her?”

Mando pulls a small, blinking device from his pocket, “This is a tracking fob. It’ll show us how close we are to her using her chain code.”

“So we just try to sneak up on her?”

“Each bounty is a little different. Once we get a chance to talk to my Guild contact we can plan from there.”

Turning off the holopad and tossing it to the end of the cot, you stand up and stretch. “I’m glad we’re close. It’ll be nice to get off the Crest for a little bit.”

Mando quirks his head to the side in a silent question. What’s wrong with the Crest?

“Oh no, I didn’t mean like that,” you fumble. “I just mean it’ll be nice to see another new planet and…”

“I know what you meant,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

You want to be frustrated, but you find yourself smiling instead. In just a couple months, you and Mando had built a good rapport and you felt yourself more and more comfortable around the man that had initially filled you with fear. He was your first real friend of this new life and, if you were honest with yourself, you knew you could do a lot worse.

- - - - - - - -

Yavin 4 is a moon, forest-covered and beautiful even from space. The more you experience of the Galaxy, the more you appreciate the more verdant and flora-filled worlds. Not that the deserts of Jakku and Pasaana weren’t beautiful; but the lush groves and dense jungles you see as you step off the Razor Crest spark excitement in your chest that the sands just don’t.

After hours of reading up on Zena, you had a basic idea of what to look for. Yes, you still had to go to Mando’s guild contact and see if she was even here, but you still keep an eye out for signs of shadows or quickly moving figures out of the corner of your eye. Mando leads you to a small building on the edge of a nondescript town and knocks on the door.

A small Twi’lek opens the door just enough to peek through and surveys both of you. “How can I help you?”

“I’m with the Guild, I need information on a bounty I’m searching for.” Mando’s voice is low but non-threatening.

“Come in,” the Twi’lek opens the door all the way and allows you and Mando to enter. They shut the door behind you and motion for you to follow them into the sitting room.

A well-worn couch sits against the far wall, with a large chair facing opposite and a low table in between. Shades of green and brown fabrics drape over the windows and cover the floor, and a tray with a steaming mug and teapot sit in the center fo the table.

“You have a lovely home,” you comment. The Twi’lek gives you a nod of appreciation before offering you and Mando a seat.

You both sit on the couch while the Twi’lek takes the chair opposite. “Let’s get down to business. Who are you searching for?”

“Zena Thamne. I was told she was here but I wanted to be sure before wasting time looking for her. Have you had any news about her?”

The Twi’lek shakes their head. “Last I heard she was still here. None of the local bounty hunters have been able to find her though. Just glimpses before they lose her in the jungle North of here.”

“That’s a start,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. “Anything else?”

“You aren’t a Guild member, are you?” The Twi’lek asks. You shake your head.

“I’m training her.” Their eyes flick to Mando, surprise written lightly on their face.

“Whatever you say, Mandalorian.”

“I’m sorry,” you interrupt, “but I didn’t catch your name?”

“You can just call me ‘The Contact’”, the Twi’lek responds, “Don’t really like giving too much information about myself if I don’t have to.”

“Fair enough.” You lean back and ask again, “Anything else?”

They shake their head, “That’s all I have, I’m afraid.”

Mando stands, “Thank you. We’ll go check out the jungle.”

“Be careful,” The Contact says, standing as well. “She’s slippery, but she’s also extremely dangerous. Those who have almost gotten her haven’t come back.”

You and Mando leave The Contact’s small home and face the jungle beyond. Looking into it, you notice with trepidation how the trees seem to swallow any light. There’s no telling what kind of creatures and dangers inhabit this new world in front of you.

“Mando?” You ask quietly. He looks at you. “How are we going to find her in all this?”

The fear had been slowly creeping up on you through your conversation with The Contact, the unease roiling in your gut finally reaching a boiling point. Finding and catching Shoan seemed like child’s play now. But this…

Mando reaches up and squeezes your shoulder. “We’ll find her. It won’t be easy, but that’s the point.” Letting go, he turns and begins walking back in the direction of the Crest. “Come on. We should rest tonight and check the jungle out in the morning.”

Back on the ship, you settle into the cot with your book. Mando was sitting nearby cleaning his rifle when an alarm started going off in the cockpit. He jumps up and scales the ladder in a flash.

When he comes down, he’s latching the rifle to his back. “Let’s go, Zena was spotted by the jungle again.”

“We’re going now?” you ask, jumping from the cot and fumbling to put your boots back on. “I thought we were waiting until tomorrow?”

“We have a lead, we need to take it,” he responds, opening the ramp. You manage to get your boots laced and snugly on your feet before he makes it too far away, his pace brisk.

Keeping up with Mando is tough, but you make it to the edge of the jungle in record time. You both stop to adjust your weapons.

“Follow my lead, stay close, and stay as quiet as you can,” he instructs. You nod your agreement before both of you step into the treeline.

- - - - - - - -

The search for Zena is hot. The air in the jungle is dense and you’re sweating through your clothes within minutes. You want to ask Mando how the hell he manages under the weight of all that beskar, but you conserve your breath for walking through the vines and grabbing roots underfoot. After an hour, Mando gestures for you to stop.

Dropping onto a stump, you massage a cramp out of your calf as Mando scans the area. He presses a couple of buttons on his vambrace and slowly turns, helmet tracking through the trunks around you. When his visor meets your gaze, you raise your eyebrows in a silent question. Anything?

He begins to shake his head but stops, helmet snapping to his right. In a blink he’s off; you stand and race after him. Through the jungle you crash, hopefully hot on the tail of your target, until Mando suddenly stops. You crash into his back, stifling a yelp.

“Damn,” he curses under his breath, “Lost her.”

Before you can catch your breath, the whoosh of someone dropping from a branch behind you hits your ears. A hand covers your mouth and yanks you away from Mando. Another hand brings a knife to your throat.

“Turn around slowly, Mandalorian, or your little friend gets it.” Her voice is velvet soft, but you shiver from it’s icy coldness. Mando turns to see you held by the bounty.

“Let her go, Zena,” he growls.

Zena laughs, “Oh I don’t think so. I know you’re after me, so I think I’ll only let her go once you smash that tracking fob and head back the way you came.” Her hand leaves your mouth and rests on your shoulder. Yanking you closer to her, the tip of the dagger pricks your skin and you inhale sharply.

“I’m not negotiating. Let. Her. Go.” Mando’s hand starts to drift toward his blaster.

“Ah, ah ah.” Zena cautions, adjusting the dagger against your throat, “I wouldn’t do that.”

His hand drops limply to his side. You begin to feel desperate; the stalemate the three of you are in won’t last for long before Zena decides to try and get away. Calming your breathing, you go over your training with Mando in your mind. You sift through the various forms and attacks you’ve been memorizing over the last few weeks. Finding one that might work, you look at Din and give him an almost unnoticeable nod.

Lifting your right arm, you feign an attack to Zena’s face while taking your left hand and gripping onto the hand with the knife. You pull the knife down and away from your neck, keeping it pinned close to your chest, the tip of the blade gleaming in the soft twilight of the jungle. You begin to pull your head from under her arm, but you’ve underestimated Zena’s strength. She lets you go for a moment before ripping the blade over your head and into your side.

Searing pain shoots through you as the blade tears through muscle. You crumple to the ground and try to roll away, only to be met by Zena’s boot as she kicks you in the stomach. Stars spark across your vision.

“No!” Mando yells, footfalls racing in your direction. He tackles Zena to the ground next to you, but your vision blurs and darkens and you miss the rest of the struggle as you slip in and out of consciousness.

It feels like days have passed when you feel Mando shaking you awake. “What… What happened?” you groan, pain still spreading through your body. You start to fade away again when Mando’s voice reaches into the fog.

“Don’t fall back asleep, you’ve lost a lot of blood, you gotta stay awake.” Your eyes snap open at the fear in his voice.

“Zena. Did she get away?” You try and sit up only to be pushed back down by Mando.

“Don’t worry about that, we need to get you back to the Crest.”

Your head swims and spots dot your eyes. The blood loss must be really bad if you’re having this much trouble just staying awake. Your hand drifts down to the cut on your side and you pull it away covered in the warm, sticky liquid.

“Mando,” you whisper, eyes snapping to his visor. Your reflection doesn’t even look like you; skin pallid from your injury, eyes wide and lined with silver from fear.

He scoops you up in his arms and starts running. Every step jolts through you and your heart pounds in your head as the fear engulfs you. You’ve never considered your own death but now, you were standing at its doorstep. Your grip on him begins to loosen as you fade once again into the darkness.

“Stay with me, cuyan,” he begs, picking up speed. “Come on, stay with me. Don’t go back to sleep.”

Stay with him. You drag your eyes open again and stare up at the gleaming helmet above you. Having never been at this angle before, you notice the small bit of chin that peeks over the cowl of his base layer. Tan skin covered in stubble. You want to reach up and touch it but, through your haze, you realize this may not be a sight you’re allowed to see. You focus on keeping your breathing normal as you ask, “What did you call me?”

“Shhh, save your breath, we’re almost to the ship.” He throws everything he has into running, crashing through the final trees and into the road. The moon shines brightly over the small town, casting everything in a soft blue glow.

Try as you might, your eyes slide close and you drift through the haze. You don’t notice you’ve stopped moving until you’re laying face down on your cot. Fresh pain washes over you and your eyes fly open. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” Mando puts a hand on your shoulder to keep you from moving. “I need you to stay still so I can clean it.”

You clench your teeth and weather the pain as Mando pokes and prods the gash in your side, finally wiping a gel along and sealing it with a patch. As soon as the adhesive seals the wound, relief soaks through you.

You sigh, relaxing into the cot. “Thank you,” you whisper, hand reaching out to find his. His gloves are gone and you're met with warm skin where leather usually is. Strong fingers wrap around yours.

“You almost died,” he whispers, voice barely registering through the modulator. “I pushed you too fast.”

You slowly open your eyes and groggily focus on his visor. Mando hasn’t let go of your hand and your confusion is clear in your reflection. He shakes his head and clears his throat. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful.”

“Mando,” you start, trying to pull yourself into a sitting position. He lets go of your hand and gently helps you up, leaning you against the wall and slipping a pillow behind you. “You told me this was going to be dangerous. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

He’s still kneeling on the ground, staring up at your face. He manages a nod before asking, “Do you need anything? You should eat…”

He leaves quick enough to make your head spin, so you close your eyes and lean your head back against the metal hull. While he’s gone, you assess your wounds. Whatever Mando did to the gash in your side has taken away the pain, but the small cut on your neck from Zena’s dagger stings as you reach up and touch it.

“Hey Mando, got any more of that gel? My neck…” He comes back into view with a canteen of water and a tin of rations. Placing them on the cot next to you, he opens up the first aid kit sitting on the ground.

“May I?” he asks, gesturing to your neck. You lift your chin in consent and he brings a sharp smelling pad to the cut. After a moment of stinging, the cool liquid dries. “You won’t need any bacta for this one, just make sure to keep it clean.” “Is bacta what you put on my side?”

He nods, “It’ll speed up your healing. She didn’t hit any organs but still did a number on the muscle. You’ll have to take it easy for a while.”

“Zena!” You grab his hand again, “Where is she?”

Mando looks away from you, “She’s still in the jungle. I’ll go get her as soon as you’re settled.”

“She got away?”

“No. I had to kill her.”

The weight of his words settles over you and you nod solemnly. You wanted to feel bad about the situation, to know you might have been able to help her, but the wound in your side made it difficult to dredge up any sympathy. “I’m fine now, let’s go get her so we can get both of them back to Tonis.”

“No, Cuyan, you’re staying here. Taking it easy, remember?” Mando gestures to the food and water next to you. “Eat and drink all of that, I’ll be back in a bit.”

You raise an eyebrow at the nickname but he’s already opening the ramp and heading out into the dark. You watch him leave as the ramp begins to lift again, blocking your view and sealing you into the semi-darkness of the Crest.

- - - - - - - -

The trip back to Randon is blissfully uneventful as you heal from your fight with Zena. The Razor Crest stays fairly quiet as you sleep and Mando stays in the cockpit. You continue to eat together every once in a while and those moments become the highlight of your day. Listening to him talk without the interference of the helmet is like listening to your favorite song and you find yourself memorizing the way he pronounces certain words, the way he chuckles when you say something witty. Arlon had stopped laughing at your jokes long before he left and had stopped joking with you even longer before that. It was nice to have someone to laugh with.

Dropping into the atmosphere of Randon felt almost peaceful this time. You weren’t worried about facing the ghosts of your past now; those ghosts had moved on. The only thing on your mind now was making sure Mando got paid for the bounties and getting the next batch. It wasn’t a difficult choice to stay on the Crest while Mando got the quarries offloaded.

“You sure?” he asks, strapping his rifle to his back.

“I’m sure,” you nod, settling in with your book. “Tell Tonis I say hi.”

Mando leaves you to your own devices while he walks into town. It takes him less than an hour to talk to Tonis, get paid, and get the carbonite slabs that hold your bounties out of the Crest. When everything is done, he comes back with a bag of food and something wrapped in brown paper.

“What’s this?” you ask, holding the wrapped package. It’s a medium size, but thick with multiple layers.

“Open it,” Mando says, putting the food away. You’ll eat whatever fresh food you can tonight and tomorrow before having to dip into the rations again.

You tear the edge of the paper and unwrap a stack of thin canvases. Wrapped over small frames, the material is stretched taut and is light in your hands. Underneath is a tin box containing a few small tubes of paint and a handful of paintbrushes.

“Mando…” You turn the box over in your hand. It’s so simple, this gift, but something sparks in you at the sight.

“You like painting, right?” He shrugs, “I thought you might like to have some supplies for downtime.”

Without thinking, you cross the small space and wrap him in a hug. His arms stay frozen to his side for a moment before he slowly envelops you in his large embrace. Seconds tick by, but you make no move to end the hug. Neither does he.

“Thank you,” you say into his chest, breath clouding the shining metal. You want to say more because this isn’t just expressing appreciation for a gift; this is so much more. You had only mentioned one time you liked painting and he bought you a paint kit the first chance he had. Arlon never paid attention to the small things and you always had to specifically point out the things you wanted or enjoyed. Mando on the other hand, he pays attention. You wonder what else he sees as he finally breaks the hug and pulls away.

“You’re welcome, Cuyan.”

“You’re going to have to eventually tell me what that means, Mando.” You nudge his shoulder, “I only speak Basic, what if you’re calling me a bitch or something?”

He laughs, “It’s nothing like that. I’ll tell you when you earn it.”

“And when might that be?”

“Patience, Cuyan,” he hooks a finger under your chin, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

He walks away, completely oblivious to how the small contact made you feel. Your hand drifts to touch your chin, the ghost of him still sending electricity through your body. Shaking it off, you climb the ladder to the cockpit where Mando is prepping for takeoff and strap into your chair. As Randon slips away, your mind drifts to the cot where your supplies are safely tucked away.

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sapphicsaints · 1 year

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omg i just discovered your blog and i’m in love 🥹 i instantly fell in love with tamar and i wish there were more fics about her out there (and tolya too, perks of being bi)

if you’re still taking requests, could you please write about reader possibly being a lantsov and grisha at the same time? maybe she’s super close with nikolai and tamar is like her sworn protector? idk, something with some angst (like reader getting hurt during an attack or something) but all ends well? i mean she’s the princess of ravka, she better survive 😅

thank you so much, and please, keep writing, i love your fics! 💙

I made a promise

Tamar x f!GrishaLantsovReader

A/N: Sorry this took me so long, I loved writing this thank you! I made this so it should hopefully fit with both the books and the tv show, and I'm still taking requests please send them :)

Warnings: Injury

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: “She’s a handful.” He warned her.

“How bad could-”

“Don’t say it.” He interrupted her, and she laughed. “You mean it, if she comes with us, you’ll swear to protect her?”

“Yes.” Tamar looked a bit exasperated. “I will,”

Y/n was the first Lantsov Grisha in a long time – but she was convinced by her mother to keep her powers a secret – and her heritage. Two bastards? Her mother had been busy. She was two years younger than her brother, and over time they’d bonded over many things, including their suspicious heritage.

Unfortunately she didn’t gain his silver tongue. Her brashness and attitude got her into trouble at the Little Palace. As soon as she completed her military service, which she’d run away to do, just like her dear brother – they sent her to study in Ketterdam, at her insistence. The well compensated shipping clerk did put up a good effort, but she managed to get the truth out of him. Her brother got an earful when she tracked him down, mostly about how pissed she was he didn’t tell her, or let her go with him, and on and on. The guards that accompanied him were highly amused. Shu twins – she liked them immediately. Especially the girl, Tamar.

“At least tell me where you’re headed next?”

He sighed, “Novyi Zem.”

“Take me with you when you come back?”

“I’ll think about it.” That was a no.

She set her best glare on him, “I guess I can’t follow in your footsteps forever. I heard they’re hiring in the barrel…”

“No.” His voice was sharp.

“Who are you to tell me what to do? You’re a pirate.”

“Privateer.” He corrected me. “And that’s different from joining a gang.”

“Renting out heart-rending services is different than actually joining a gang.” She rolled her eyes.

“And how do you know they won’t hold you hostage?”

“I’m good at hiding,” she blew it off. “Everyone thinks I’m in the southern colonies to recover from my ‘illness’.” He nodded, she had a point. “And I wasn’t exactly paraded around like you or Vasily. I’m the obvious bastard. Mother never cared”

“Careful” he warned, she was treading dangerous ground. He still loved their mother despite everything, and she knew that. But she couldn't care less for them. They’d discarded her at the first possible opportunity, why should she waste energy on them?

She took a deep breath. “I’m already doing it. There’s no point in trying to stop me now.”

“Can’t blame me for wanting to protect you.”

“I was infantry too” was her response. “I can take care of myself.”

“And if you can’t?”

“We’ll see just how much father thinks I’m worth.”

“She’s very insistent.” Tamar commented later that night. “You might as well let her come.”

“She’ll be in danger with us.” Nikolai hedged.

“But there is more danger in Ketterdam.” Tamar countered. “Especially for Grisha.”

“Will you swear to protect her?” Nikolai said, half-jokingly, rolling his shoulders back and leaning against the railing. They’d set sail in two mornings.

“I swear it.” Nikolai blinked once. The only sign of his surprise.

“She’s a handful.” He warned her.

“How bad could-”

“Don’t say it.” He interrupted her, and she laughed. “You mean it, if she comes with us, you’ll swear to protect her?”

“Yes.” Tamar looked a bit exasperated. “I will, and I’ll teach her.”

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” His head shook. Y/n’s already quite good with a blade and pistol, but under Tamar’s tutelage, she’ll absolutely shine. If she doesn’t kill her first.

“I like a little challenge now and then.”

Nikolai ended up eating his words. Tamar and Y/n got along incredibly well, and ended up being absolutely lethal together. He made her repeat her story a hundred times before she came within eye-sight of the ship. A stray heart-render Nikolai found. Her Kerch is fluent, so they passed her off as being from Ketterdam. Also speaks Ravkan and Fjerdan. Y/n seemed to understand the seriousness of it.

“Stray. Like I’m a scruffy dog.”

“At least you get to keep your name. It’s common enough.” He’d reasoned. Not her real name, one she’d already made up for herself. He was, but shouldn’t have been, surprised to find his sister had a few fake persona’s ready.

“A serious question,” he asked her. “How did you track me down?”

She looked at him like he was the stupidest human alive, and he was transported back to their childhood.

“Pirates need to swim, Nikolai!” Y/n had jumped in the lake, her boots discarded on the bank. “See.” She waved her arms above her head, treading the water.

“I’m going to be a privateer.” He scowled, pushing out the small ‘boat’ they’d built together. Random bits of wood they found around the castle. What looked like the top of Y/n’s wooden nightstand, sawed off, and strung together with some ripped up curtains.

“Same thing.” She huffed. “Get in.” He slowly waded in, glaring at her the entire time. Saints, the water is freezing. Why did he let her convince him to come swim anyways? Spring is barely here.

“Why do I always have to push the boat?”

“Things were easy back then, weren’t they?” She murmured, as if she’d seen the memory too. Easy. They didn’t know what the word ‘bastard’ meant, or why Y/n’s ‘powers’ were a secret, even from Vasily. Vasily - who didn’t give a shit about them. Never asked after Y/n once in his letters. Thinking about him would put Nikolai in an unnecessary piss poor mood, so he thought about the future instead. What it might look like out on the seas, but with his sister by his side this time.

“Tamar, would you defend me if Nikolai tried to turn me into a broodmare?”

Zoya spit her tea out across the table, right onto Y/n’s shirt, who jumped, grabbing a cloth napkin to try and soak it up, glaring at the squaller, who only looked at her incredulously.

“Did she just say that?” Zoya turned to Genya, who looked at the possible broodmare, sucking in her lips to keep from laughing.

“It’s a genuine concern.” Y/n protested.

“Saints, Y/n.” Nikolai spoke from the door. “You’ve asked her that every day for the last week, always when I’m in earshot. Is there something you’d like to ask me yourself? You’d make a pisspoor broodmare. For the record.”

“No,” Y/n leaned her head back, tilting slightly to meet Tamar’s eyes with an easy grin on her face. “I’d rather ask Tamar.”

Nikolai let out a long-suffering sigh. One he saved especially for her. Zoya had watched the whole interaction closely. Nikolai looked both annoyed and amused. Tamar went along with it, almost like it was a joke between them. Between them. No matter how much she’d poked and prodded, neither would say anything about a possible romantic relationship.

“I’m sworn to protect her.” Tamar had emphasized. As far as she knew, sworn protectors didn’t need to stand that close. Or glare daggers at any men or women who looked at her a bit too appreciatively. Nikolai didn’t seem to care about it.

Everything happened incredibly fast. One minute, she was on her horse, laughing at a joke Tamar told, the next she’s in her bed with a pounding headache, and pain radiating through every inch of her. Hushed voices spoke in the background, quieting as soon as she groaned. Her mouth was dry, and even opening her eyes felt like too great of a task.

“Can you hear me?” A strained voice sounded, “Y/n?” She can, she can hear them, but she can’t do anything - can’t move, can’t blink, can’t speak. With great effort, she shifts her hand slightly. By a sharp inhale, she can tell the motion is noticed. Saints, why can’t she just open her eyes? Her consciousness flickers out slowly, and she drifts back to sleep, the hushed, strained voice still haunting her.

Tamar could barely sleep, could hardly think beyond how she failed. She failed y/n, failed her promise to Nikolai, and now she’s lying in her bed - deathly injured, and barely awake. Healers have been there around the clock, doing everything they can to keep the princess alive.

“If you hadn’t gotten her back when you did …” One of them said to her, shaking her head as she walked off. Tamar could’ve throttled the woman. Was that supposed to make her feel better? If anything it made her feel worse. Knowing just how Y/n was, just how close she still is.

“Any improvement?” Nikolai asked, hands in his pockets, strolling down the hall. To anyone else, he might’ve looked nonchalant, but she could see the tension in his shoulders, the tight lines in his face.

“Based on how you’re still pacing like a trapped tiger, I’d say no.” The attempted joke fell flat, both of them staring at the other.

“I don’t blame you.” Nikolai said quietly.

“That doesn’t matter.” Tamar stared back at the door, at the room she’d been kicked out of an hour ago. I blame myself, went unsaid. He didn’t bother trying to convince her otherwise, knowing it’s futile.

“It’s been a week.” An unfamiliar voice spoke in a hushed tone.

“I know.” Another said grimly.

“I didn’t know.” Y/n grumbled, her voice hoarse. A shocked gasp sounded, and if she could she would have rolled her eyes. Saints, people are dramatic. At the moment, opening her eyes felt like the hardest thing she’s ever done, later she might admit she’s a tad dramatic. White ceilings, she squinted against the bright light in the room, hearing the sounds of curtains shutting. “That’s better.” She sighed.

A warm, calloused hand gripped her gently, “Y/n.” Her voice sounded like a whisper, or maybe a prayer. She turned her head slightly, Tamar. At that moment, she decided that’s her favorite view to wake up to. One she’d like to see for the rest of her days.

“Hi.” A half laugh half sob emerged from the woman’s throat, a grin fighting its way onto her face. “Don’t look so sad.” She pouted.

“We need to see her.” An irritating voice grated against her ears.

“You can see me fine from here.” She snapped. Her throat already feels rough and sore. From a few measly words.

“Glad to see near death hasn’t dimmed your spirits.” Nikolai.

“So that’s what happened,” she mused. The mattress shifted, and Tamar sat next to her, hand still gripping hers.

“I have to insist you clear the area.” The same irritating voice sounded, tittering across the room.

“I have to insist you shut up.” She’s a princess, she can get away with this, right? “And leave.”

Blood pressure skyrocketed from her left. Good, she’s glad she pissed the woman off.

“Very well, your highness.” Footsteps padded out of the room, good riddance.

“She was trying to help.” Tamar chastised, but she could tell she’s pleased.

“You heal me.”

She hesitated, but Nikolai snorted. “You heard the princess.” Y/n could sense there was something else Tamar wanted to say.

“Nikolai leave.”

“Glad to see you too.” He muttered, but sauntered out of the room.

“I- I’m sorry.” Tamar said quietly. She looked heartbroken.

“You have nothing to-”

“No.” She said insistently, “I swore to protect you.”

“You what?!”

“I made a promise to protect you, and I failed.”

“Tamar,” y/n said quietly, “how did I get back to the castle?”

“I brought you.”

“What happened to the attackers?”

“They’re dead.” Her voice hardened.

“You did protect me. I’d be dead if I was out there alone.” Her hand gripped hers tighter. Y/n managed to raise her arm, with some effort, and kiss the back of her hand. A smile crossed the other woman’s face. “You didn’t fail.” She emphasized, and could tell Tamar didn’t really believe her, but something in her seemed to relax, a bit of tension left her shoulders. Tamar’s thumb ran over the back over her hand, and her heart started pounding and she bit nervously on her bottom lip and decided to bite the bullet, pushing up on her elbows.

One hand gripped the back of Tamar’s head, pulling her down. A calloused hand gripped her cheek, meeting her halfway.

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persephoneflowerpetals · 2 years

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‘Til Death

Chapter 5: Search Party

Chapter 4: Pomegranate Seeds

Chapter 6: Misunderstood

It had been at least a week now since Persephone had gone back to the Underworld. Things between herself and Hades were still kinda rocky, but up on Mount Olympus, things were starting to heat up (no pun intended).

“Artemis, have you seen Persephone? I haven’t seen her in days and I was wondering if she was with you.” Demeter asked with concern.

“No, I’m sorry, I haven’t seen her since last week when she returned from Earth. I thought she had gone back to double check that she had finished everything. You know how much of a perfectionist she is.” Artemis replied.

“Oh, that’s exactly what I feared you would say. Persephone doesn’t just disappear without telling me. This isn’t like her at all! Oh, dear...Artemis…I think…I think my Persephone’s gone missing!” Demeter exclaimed loudly. The gods and goddesses nearby all looked in Demeter’s direction in shock and surprise as they murmured to each other.

“Persephone’s gone missing?!”

“That isn’t like Persephone at all, she doesn’t just disappear willy-nilly!”

“Where could she have run off to?!”

Zeus then appeared with his wife, Hera, hearing Demeter’s exclamation. “What’s this I hear about Persephone going missing?” he asked with concern.

“Oh, Zeus! My Persephone! I haven’t seen her in nearly a week! I’ve been looking everywhere and I still can’t find her! I have no idea where she could be! I’m so worried about her!” Demeter wept as Hera went to comfort her.

Despoina, Demeter’s youngest daughter, had heard her mother’s exclamation and immediately rushed over to comfort her with Hera.

“It’s alright, mother. I’m sure Persephone’s just fine wherever she is. Honestly, I don’t think we should worry about it. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” she said, trying to convince her mother and everyone else that this wasn’t a big deal.

“Don’t you worry, Demeter. I promise, we’ll find Persephone!” Zeus assured her before turning to the rest of the gods to address them. “I need all of you to help search for Persephone! Search the entire cosmos if you have to!”

Hermes appeared next to Zeus and saluted him. “Don’t sweat it, babe! We are on it! Let’s get this search party started, people!” The messenger god then zipped away, down to Earth with the rest of the gods to look for the missing spring goddess.

Despoina rolled her eyes as she walked away from her mother and Hera. “Ugh, I don’t get why everyone’s overreacting. It’s not even spring anymore. We don’t need her for another 2 seasons, but, just like always, everything is about Persephone. What’s new?” she muttered under her breath as she too joined the other gods in the search for Persephone.

~X~X~X~X~

Back in the Underworld, Hades was making his way to Persephone’s room. He knew that she was going to be here for a while and well…he really liked the goddess despite their little arguments. He wanted her to have at least something to do during her time there and he had the perfect little hobby for her.

Hades was about to barge into the room to talk to Persephone, but he figured he should maybe try to use his manners. Their relationship (if you could even call it that) was already on the rocks and he certainly didn’t want to make it worse. He knocked on the large, dark bedroom doors and heard Persephone’s footsteps heading that way. Persephone then opened the door to find Hades smiling at her. She honestly couldn’t tell if this was his “nice and friendly” smile or his “I’m up to something and I’m about to schmooze the heck out of you” smile, but it was a smile nonetheless and that was better than a scowl or a literal death glare.

“Persephone! Babe! Long time, no see! Huh!? You’ve been cooped up in this room for so long I thought you were hibernating! Ha! Get it?! ‘Cause you’re a…spring…goddess?” Hades joked as he leaned against the doorway.

“Hilarious…so, is there something you want or did you just stop by to bug me?” Persephone asked.

“Yeah, actually there is! I know there probably isn’t much to do in there except, y’know, read and sleep, but I have a little surprise for you. All you have to do is say ‘yes’.” Hades persuaded as he offered her his hand.

Persephone eyed Hades and his outstretched hand cautiously. “How do I know this isn’t another one of your little schemes to keep me here longer?”

Hades gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. “It’s not! Okay? Will ya just…please?” Hades practically begged, trying to convince Persephone to come with him.

Persephone, still skeptical about all of this, sighed. “Alright, fine.” She then took Hades’ hand and suddenly the two were teleported to another location in a thick cloud of fiery black smoke. Persephone coughed as she waved the smoke away with her hand, so she could see where she was (and so she could breathe without inhaling the thick smoke). After the smoke finally cleared, Persephone looked around and realized that they were now in a beautiful grassy meadow. She could see a lake in the distance with a couple of deer drinking from it. She was back on Earth! Right?

“Welcome to Asphodel Meadows. Kinda lacking in the ‘meadows’ part in some areas, though, so I thought you’d enjoy doing what you do best to pass the time. Whaddya think? Pretty nice open canvas, huh?”

Persephone walked away from Hades’ side and took in her surroundings. “So…you want me to plant flowers here?” she asked while turned away from him, still looking around.

“Sure, why not? Flowers, plants, trees. It’s whatever you wanna do, babe. I mean, it doesn’t even have to be here, you can plant stuff wherever you want. Ya got full creative freedom here. Knock yourself out.” Hades casually suggested.

Persephone turned to look at Hades with a curious, but cautious expression. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Hades replied with a smirk that seemed almost like a genuine smile.

“You’re not gonna entrap me here forever or something, are you?” Persephone asked suspiciously, wondering what the catch was.

“Would you stop asking me that? Not everything I do is a plan to hold you captive somewhere. Sheesh. I’m not a lunatic. Anyways, you’re free to come and go as you please. Pain and Panic will be on standby in case you get lost.” Hades answered as he rolled his eyes. Pain and Panic then appeared in a cloud of smoke in front of Hades, smiling at Persephone.

“We’re at your service, ma’am!” Panic declared as he gave a salute.

Persephone looked at the imps then at Hades and gave him an appreciative smile. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, sure. No problem, babe. Have fun.” Hades replied casually as he walked away, disappearing in a burst of blue flames.

Persephone then got on her knees and looked at the soft grass below her. Would this even work? Last time she was in the Underworld she could hardly summon a hairbrush, would she really be able to plant something here? She did sprout those little vine-lets when she got angry at Hades that one time. Maybe it was possible.

She placed her hand on the ground and attempted to plant a daisy with her powers. Persephone then lifted her hand and saw the aforementioned daisy in the ground, healthy and thriving.

Persephone smiled. It really was possible to plant things in the Underworld! It must have been the “synthetic life” that made up Asphodel Meadows. Everywhere else in the Underworld (except maybe the Elysian Fields) was devout of any life whatsoever, which probably made it hard for Persephone (whose powers mainly consisted of growing life) to use her powers. Well, it was either that or Persephone was starting to become accustomed to the atmosphere of the Underworld or maybe it was a little bit of both.

Persephone waved her hand over a patch of grass and an assortment of wildflowers appeared. Persephone then looked up and gazed at the wide open area surrounding her. It was just like Hades had said: a blank canvas.

“So, I can create anything I want, huh? I think this might actually be fun!” she thought to herself.

~X~X~X~X~

A few hours had passed and Persephone was starting to get hungry. Pain and Panic went off to get her something to eat while she stayed in Asphodel Meadows and continued her gardening.

As the two imps scampered away from the entrance to Asphodel Meadows, a dark cloud of smoke appeared before them, not like Hades’ smoke, very dark, black, and thick with the occasional flame appearing, but very light and airy with sort of an indigo color.

“Well, hello, boys. It's been a while.”

Pain and Panic stopped in their tracks as they stared in awe and fear at the deity before them.

“Hecate!” they exclaimed in unison.

“What are you doing here?” Pain asked.

“Yeah, Hades didn’t summon you for anything. In fact, he doesn’t even like you...and uh, you don’t like him either.” Panic added.

Hecate did her best to hide her irritation and frustration behind her smile. She wanted the imps to see that she was only being friendly and certainly not up to anything devious.

“I know, but I am an Underworld enchantress after all and I just thought I’d stop by to get an update on the place. I haven’t been here in such a long time and I know Hades has probably been stuck down here for months after his trial.” Hecate explained as she continued to give the most friendly smile she could muster.

“I thought that was because Hades doesn’t want you around on account of you’re always trying to convince Zeus to give you the Underworld.” Pain said.

“Oh that? That’s just a little joke I like to make! He knows I’d never dream of taking over his domain!” Hecate said.

“I dunno, Hades doesn’t seem to think it’s very funny.” Pain replied.

“Yeah and if you’re so chummy with him then why are you talking to us and not to Hades? Huh?” Panic asked with an accused tone.

“Because Hades has said so many good things about you both, I thought: ‘What better way to know what’s been going on in the Underworld than from his best workers?’.” Hecate explained.

“Hades said good things about us?” Pain asked, confused and surprised.

“See? I told you Hades doesn’t complain about us to the other gods.” Panic said to Pain matter-of-factly.

“So, please, do tell me all about what’s been going on lately! I know you boys must know all the ins and outs since Hades puts so much trust in the both of you.” Hecate persuaded in a sickeningly sweet tone.

“Weeeell…” the imps started in unison.

Pain and Panic then proceeded to tell Hecate all about how Hades was starting to lose his power and his plan to try and marry Persephone.

“So, Persephone is here right now?” Hecate then asked after Pain and Panic explained everything to her.

“Yup! She’s in Asphodel Meadows! She asked for some lunch, so we were gonna go get her something to eat.” Pain replied.

“I see, well, I’m so glad I could get an update on what’s been going on around here. You boys have been ever so helpful! I’ll be sure to put in a good word about you both to your boss when I run into him. Ta ta!” Hecate said before teleporting out of the Underworld in a cloud of smoke.

The two imps just stood there, not expecting Hecate to leave so soon. “Do you think maybe we shouldn’t have told her about the whole ‘Hades losing his powers and tricking Persephone to stay here’ thing?” Panic asked nervously.

“Nah, it’ll be fine. What’s the worst that could happen?” Pain reassured his buddy as he and Panic began to walk off to fetch Persephone some food.

~X~X~X~X~

Eventually, the sun began to set in Asphodel Meadows, so Persephone decided it was time to leave. As she made her way back to her bedroom for the evening, Hades appeared. He must’ve noticed her coming back from Asphodel Meadows from his throne room.

“Hey! There she is! Little miss flower power over here! How’d it go, huh? I mean, you were there all day, so I take it you had a good time.” Hades asked as he appeared before her.

Persephone smirked and rolled her eyes. Even when he seemed like he was trying to be nice, Hades always had that schmoozing “used chariot salesman” tone of voice and that cocky smirk.

“Yes, I have to admit, I actually did enjoy myself. It was nice to just grow whatever I wanted for a change instead of just following a routine….so….thanks again…y’know, for letting me do that.” Persephone replied with a shy smile as she nervously rubbed her arm.

Hades simply smiled in return. He was glad that he could make her just a little bit happier while she was down there. Olympus knows he hated being down there himself, so it must’ve been hard for Persephone to adjust to such a dull and lifeless atmosphere.

“It’s no trouble at all, babe.” he said with a genuine smile that Persephone most certainly noticed.

Persephone smiled back at him, happy to see Hades being genuinely kind to her…or really anyone for once. “Actually, I have something I wanted to show you…I mean, if that’s okay.” she asked politely. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.” Hades replied, curious as to what Persephone wanted to show him. Persephone then summoned a potted plant into her hands, secretly surprised her powers were actually working outside of Asphodel Meadows.

Hades observed the plant in Persephone’s hands. It was a somewhat tall plant that had multiple flowers and what looked like dark purple berries sprouting from it. The flowers looked quite similar to bluebells, only these were a deep, dark purple color. Hades wasn’t big on plants or nature, but he honestly thought this was kinda pretty.

“I call it nightshade. I made it specifically for the Underworld because they’re poisonous to mortals.”

Hades chuckled and crossed his arms. He was actually pretty impressed that Persephone had come up with something like this. Not only that, but she made something specifically for the Underworld, which really flattered him. He didn’t think she’d create something for him.

“Nightshade, huh? Y’know what, rosebud? I like it.” Hades admitted as he smiled and raised his brow in approval.

“Really?” Persephone asked in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, of course! Especially the poisonous part, that could do me some good in the future.” Hades answered with a casual shrug.

Persephone giggled and shook her head. She figured that he would most likely want to use the poisonous plant for nefarious deeds in the future, but she didn’t think he’d admit it to her outright. At least he was finally being honest with her for a change.

The spring goddess opened her mouth, wanting to say something in response, but something stopped her before any words could come out. It was a specific noise that was all too familiar to Persephone. The sound of magical, powerful vines and flowers forming from above her and Hades. A much larger than average tulip bloomed from the ceiling of the cave-like area they were in and stopped when it reached the floor of the Underworld nearby Persephone and Hades. The vines from the flower retreated back to the ceiling as the giant tulip opened up.

“Persephone!” Demeter cried as she stepped out of the large flower and darted towards her daughter. The flower instantly shriveled and withered away once Demeter stepped away from it, most likely due to the Underworld's atmosphere.

“Mother?!” Persephone gasped as she dropped the potted plant in her hands, the clay pot shattering on impact as it hit the stone floor.

Hades looked at the shattered and practically destroyed plant then to Demeter who was hugging a very surprised Persephone. In all honesty, Persephone had kinda forgotten that her family and friends would eventually start to worry and come looking for her, so she wasn’t really expecting to see her mother arrive in the Underworld.

“Oh, my sweet pea! I finally found you! Are you alright? Did this brute try to hurt you?” Demeter asked frantically as she held Persephone’s face. Hades could hear the venom of Demeter’s question as she glared daggers at him.

“No, no I’m fine, mother.” Persephone insisted. Demeter then grabbed her daughter’s arm pulling her away from Hades to head towards the River Styx, so both she and her daughter could board the boat and leave the Underworld.

“Good, because we’re leaving.”

“What?! Wait, mother-“

“I don’t want you staying here another minute.”

“Mother.”

“I can’t believe this sorry excuse for a-“

“Mother!”

Demeter turned around to face her daughter who was looking at her anxiously. Persephone had never really raised her voice at her before and both she and Persephone herself were quite shocked by the sudden exclamation.

“Mother, I…” Persephone hesitated. “I’m not leaving. I…I don’t want to.”

Hades blinked in surprise. Persephone was actually refusing to follow somebody’s orders and not just anybody’s orders, but her mother’s. This was probably the first time in her life she’s ever refused to do what her mother said. Of course, he’d never admit it out loud, but deep down he was actually pretty proud of her for standing up for herself for once.

“Persephone, what are you talking about?” Demeter asked in a confused and slightly frustrated tone.

“I’d like to stay here. I like talking to Hades, despite what everyone else thinks, I think he’s…nice...kinda.” Persephone admitted as she gently slipped her arm out of her mother’s loosening grip.

“Persephone, sweetheart, you can’t be serious. You actually want to stay here? In this place? With him?! After all he’s done to us?!” Demeter asked as she gestured to the dark, dreary walls of the Underworld and then to Hades who was still silently watching the mother and daughter. She then looked at the tall, flaming haired god before her and stomped towards him as she glared at him once more. “I don’t know what you did to brainwash my daughter, but you better-“ she started as she pointed an accusing finger at him. Hades sneered at her and opened his mouth, wanting to argue with the harvest goddess, but Persephone interjected before he could say anything.

“Mother, stop!”

Demeter and Hades both looked at Persephone with a similar surprised expression.

“Hades didn’t brainwash me. This is my own decision. I’m an adult and I have been for quite some time now. I’m allowed to make my own choices…and I choose to stay here until I go back to Earth for spring.” Persephone declared as she looked her mother in the eyes. Her posture was firm and confident, but her fists nervously gripping her chiton gave away her anxiousness.

Demeter’s surprised expression melted into a disappointed frown as she turned away from Hades and towards her daughter. She stood straight and poised as she stepped towards Persephone.

“I see. I suppose you’re right. You’re an adult and you can indeed make your own decisions…even if I wholeheartedly disagree with them. If you wish to stay here until spring then so be it,“ Demeter acknowledged as she walked past Persephone and towards the River Styx where Charon (who must’ve somehow known that a visitor had entered the Underworld) was waiting on his boat. She then stopped and turned back to Persephone to finish what she was saying.

“- but just know that he’s not as charming as he seems and I’ll be ready for you to come back when you see that for yourself.” Demeter then turned away from her daughter once again and boarded the boat to return to Olympus.

Persephone went towards the edge of the river and watched her mother leave. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she watched the bone-like walls, eerily resembling long finger bones of a giant, blocking off the exit and entrance to the Underworld slowly open and close, her mother refusing to look back at her as she sailed away.

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