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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 2: Push and Pull

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst

WC: 8.2k

Warnings for this chapter: stalking, alcohol consumption, a gun, attempted murder, language (jk has a potty mouth) pls let me know if there's anything I should add!

Tag list; @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @jaebeomsblackgf @sugaslittlekookies

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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Jungkook blinks up at his ceiling, his eyes dry from keeping them open for so long. The light of the sun is starting to peek through his blinds, signaling that morning has officially come. He finally looks away from his ceiling to look at the window where the light is creeping in.

Jungkook sighs and sits up, running a hand through his hair and mussing it up. He's not sure he even got a wink of sleep last night. There's something about this case that's apparently keeping him up at night, and he's barely even started.

He can't help but wonder what this girl did to make herself a target. He's not questioning whether he should go through with it, no, that's not even a question. The money on this girl's head has to be at least three if not four times as much as his previous hits.

Jungkook just wants to know what he's getting himself into, that's what's bugging him the most. He doesn't like walking into situations and not knowing everything that's going on.

He looks around his tiny studio apartment, his eyes blurry. Then, he starts to laugh to himself quietly. With a job that pays this much, he's worrying an awful lot about things that don't matter.

After another minute of delaying the inevitable, Jungkook forces himself to get up and get dressed before grabbing an apple to eat on the way.

As he locks his apartment door behind him, the neighbor's door opens and Jungkook sees a familiar face smiling brightly at him.

"Good morning, Jungkook!"

"Hi, Hoseok. How are you this morning?" Jungkook asks politely.

The older boy smiles even brighter if that's possible as he holds up a rolled-up paper, "I'm great since I've got a new paper to read. Thanks for leaving it, Kook."

Jungkook smiles, "No problem. I was getting one anyway, thought I might as well grab an extra."

Hoseok nods, "Where are you off to? I thought you didn't work at the coffee shop on Tuesdays?"

"Oh, I'm going job hunting," Jungkook responds lightly. "I'm tired of working at the coffee shop." He laughs as Hoseok pouts.

"I haven't even gotten to visit you while you work! Darn." Hoseok snaps his fingers in disappointment. "Oh well, good luck on the job hunt!"

"Thanks, Hoseok." Jungkook smiles and turns to leave, only relaxing when he hears his neighbor's door shut. That's something he doesn't like about having a friendly neighbor, he hates lying to people that seem to actually care about him.

Hoseok was always saying he wanted to visit Jungkook and get some discounted coffee. Jungkook doesn't have the heart to tell him that it was all a lie. In fact, everything he knows about him is a lie.

That's why he doesn't involve a lot of people in his life and he plans to keep it that way.

Jungkook shakes his head to clear it. He's been getting too emotional lately and his head isn't in his work.

"That stops here and now," Jungkook vows to himself as he waits at a crosswalk, watching the cars drive by.

A few minutes later, he arrives at Sunshine Kindergarten.

Jungkook is caught off guard when he sees the girl immediately. He had expected to have to wait for her arrival again today. She's sitting outside the school on the steps, a book in her hands that's long forgotten as she looks up at the sky. It looks like she's talking to someone, but when Jungkook looks around, there's no one else anywhere near her.

The girl cocks her head to the side, then starts to rock back and forth a little as she continues to talk to no one. Too curious for his own good, Jungkook crosses the street to get closer. Maybe if he gets close enough, he can hear what she's saying.

"I th-think...maybe s-sandwiches would be a good idea."

The hell?

Jungkook glances at her as he pretends to just stroll by. She's definitely talking to herself.

"No, no no no. I had a s-sandwich for l-lunch yesterday..." She bites the fingernail on her right thumb as she seems to contemplate something. She takes no notice of Jungkook while she continues to look at her book, then the sky.

"Mm, maybe tt-tteokbokki?"

Jungkook fights the urge to look at her like she's insane and just continues to walk by until he's safe to turn and keep an eye on her.

"Oooh, tteokbokki sounds y-yummy." The girl says with finality. Then she glances at her phone, notices the time, and starts putting her book in her cupcake and cookie decorated bag. A minute later, she's walking into the school and leaving his line of sight.

"What the hell..." Jungkook mutters to himself.

Who even is this girl?

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Today, as Jungkook follows behind the girl as she walks home, she stops several times to talk to babies, dogs, and even a bird.

Jungkook just follows behind in disbelief.

This has to be some kind of an act.

Yeah, that's definitely what it is. This girl is better than he thought, she's got her whole act planned out to throw anyone off her track. She's going to have to do better than acting like some innocent school teacher to throw him off though.

This time, instead of heading straight home, the girl goes to an arcade. When Jungkook walks into the arcade a minute later, he spots her in the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, a light blue cardigan around her shoulders.

She's playing one of the games by herself, her face set into one of pure determination. Jungkook goes to a game where he can still see her and starts to play. He's more focused on making sure she doesn't leave, so he ends up losing that first round.

He doesn't really care though, he watches her carefully as she shouts in triumph. A few tickets come out of her little machine and she snags them, running to the front to trade them in for a tiny stuffie.

The girl ends up staying at the arcade for another two hours, collecting enough tickets to trade in for an octopus stuffie that's almost the size of her to go along with the tiny starfish one she got earlier.

She looks laughable as she carries her prizes out the front door and down the street, clutching the giant octopus like her life depends on it. The little starfish rides along safely in her bag.

One more stop is made as the girl gets a little cup of ice cream from a man selling it on the side of the street. The second he asked her if she wanted to buy some, it was like she couldn't say no as she hurriedly agreed and bought one scoop of ice cream. When she leaves, Jungkook goes up to the man and buys a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream to eat while he follows her.

He hasn't had a decent meal all day and he's starving.

It's starting to get dark by the time Jungkook recognizes the streets they're on and realizes she's finally heading home. Weirdly enough, the girl turns and walks down a dark alley, even though the streetlamp near it is flickering on and off.

Doesn't she have any sense of self-preservation? Jungkook thinks to himself.

It might not be good for her, but it's definitely something that could help him out immensely. He'll have to keep tailing her for a few more days to make sure, but if she continues to use this dark alley as a shortcut, then she's practically doing his job for him.

Sure enough, they end up a lot closer to her apartment by the time they're out of the alley. So, it's a shortcut she probably uses quite often. Then Jungkook notices that she hasn't turned around to look at her surroundings this entire time.

She's making this too easy.

He could have this job over with by the end of the week if luck stays on his side. It's always a relief when it doesn't take him long to get a job done.

He's really had nothing to worry about, why was he worrying so much? It isn't his business why this girl is a target, it's his job to carry out his end of the deal, that's all.

It feels like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders as he climbs the stairs to his apartment that night. He says hello to Hoseok, who's sitting outside and reading, before making his way inside.

The first thing he does is jump in the shower, then when he's finished, he makes himself some ramen.

Jungkook sits alone at his little dining table, gently blowing on the noodles in-between his chopsticks. His hair is still damp from his shower, but he's cozy in his sweats with something close enough to a real meal than he's had all day. He gets up once to grab some kimchi and soju from the fridge, then he stays at the dining table until he's downed two bottles.

This happens every time he gets a new job. It feels good at the moment, but he knows he's going to regret it in the morning. That's the only thought that stops him from grabbing a third bottle.

By the time he's settled into bed, he's forgotten what was worrying him so much the past few days. He smiles to himself, relieved that he'll be getting that money in a week at most. He'll have to come up with a plan when he isn't hammered like he is now. That's the last thought to pass through his mind before he's out like a light.

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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

Not real birds, just the sound that you chose for your alarm. Something you're grateful that Mina helped you do. The other alarm sounds just give you anxiety when they go off.

You don't notice it at first, but by the time you've become aware of your surroundings, you realize that your legs are all tangled up with the tentacles of a giant octopus stuffie. The small starfish stuffie is laying by your head. The events of last night, you getting enough tickets to get your new little friends, makes their way into your brain.

You laugh and snuggle into it more.

No wonder you slept so soundly last night; you had something to cuddle!

You breathe deeply, after a few minutes you're awake enough to sit up and rub your eyes. Smiling to yourself at the sight of the beautiful golden light seeping in through your blinds, you sigh happily. Normally you don't like waking up, but today feels different. There's something that's shifted, but you can't tell what it is.

Maybe it's because you slept so well last night. The nightmares that usually plague your dreams, were absent. You smile at the giant octopus in your arms, "Y-You chased away all the b-bad dreams!" You exclaim, hugging it tightly to your chest, "Thanks, C-Cookie!"

You named the stuffie last night, the starfish also got a name, Smiley, due to the tiny smile stitched into its adorable little face.

You sit in bed for another minute or so, just staring into space and thinking about random things. Then you slip out of bed and hurry to the bathroom to get a quick shower. As the water pours down your head and shoulders, you start to sing a song that's been stuck in your head for a few days. Your voice cracks as you try to hit the higher notes, but you pay it no mind and keep singing your heart out.

With your hair wrapped up in a towel on top of your head, you pour yourself a bowl of your favorite cereal. You play your favorite songs as you eat and hum along to them, your mind wandering. When you're finished, you move to your room to get dressed.

Opening your closet, you stand there and scan the limited amount of clothing you have as if you had millions of choices to pick from. "One, two, three, four..." You count lowly to yourself, pointing at each shirt, skirt, and pants hanging in your closet. After a minute of debating, you decide to wear your light blue flowy skirt today instead of your favorite white one. You pull it on, then grab a white blouse along with some frilly white socks.

Mina texted you earlier to tell you how sorry she was, but she couldn't drive you today. Her work wanted her in at six o'clock sharp. You didn't need to be at work until seven. You reassured her that you would be totally fine walking. You love to walk in the mornings anyway, the fresh air always smells so nice and all the birds seem to be braver as they are out more in the morning. The whole world is just so quiet and beautiful as it wakes up.

You hum to yourself as you pull on your favorite tennis shoes. It takes you a few tries to get the laces done, but you manage.

"What should I eat f-for lunch today?" You ask yourself as you scan your fridge. You really want to try making some kimbap, but the last time you tried that without Mina's help, you ended up with a burned finger and almost lost another finger trying to cut the veggies.

So, you decide to make yourself another simple sandwich today, cheese this time. When you're done putting it together, you get out your cookie cutters and get to work. You have to contain your excitement at the heart-shaped sandwiches sitting on the counter after you're finished.

You stick to letting yourself jump around for a second to let the giddiness out, then you force yourself to calm down enough to grab a container and gently put the little sandwiches in. You grab a few more little snacky things to put in your lunch bag, then you zip it all up.

Finally, you're ready to go!

You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder, then you snag your lunch and clutch it tightly in your fist as you make your way out of your apartment, remembering to lock the door this time.

Mina would be proud of you.

The crisp June morning air hits your nose and you breathe in deeply, a smile spreading on your face as you descend the stairs.

You make good time this morning, seeing as there isn't much to catch your attention today. You arrive at the school twenty minutes before the bell is going to ring, so you decide to sit on the steps again today like you did yesterday. It's just too nice out here to be all closed up in your classroom before your kids even get here.

You pull out your drawing pad from your bag and get comfortable on the front steps. Next, you take out your colored pencils as you scan the area, trying to figure out what you should draw today.

You see something across the street, the kind old man that runs the paper stand. Maybe you could draw him and give it to him as a present when it's all finished! You nod in excitement and get to work, your nose soon buried in your drawing pad.

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Jungkook had decided this morning that he would follow the girl from her home. If he was lucky and she was going to walk today it would be a perfect chance to see if she always uses the alleyway or if she had just used it by chance last night.

The girl comes out of her place around six-twenty, in a light blue skirt this time. Jungkook smirks, so she does own something that isn't just that one white skirt.

Her hair is a little messed up as if she forgot to brush it before leaving. She's got a scrunchie on her wrist, but it appears that she has no intention of using it.

Jungkook follows a little ways behind her, as he has been these past few days. With how distracted this girl gets, he could walk right behind her and she'd never notice him.

Surprisingly, she doesn't stop much on the way to the school. She skips a little, probably to the beat of the song she's listening to in her headphones. A few people, Jungkook notices, give her odd looks.

He later finds out when he hears her, that it's probably because she's talking to herself as she looks at the sky, then down to her shoes as she watches herself walk.

He shakes his head, seriously wanting to know what the story is behind this target.

She deserves an oscar, Jungkook thinks in amusement.

Then he notices that she doesn't use the alley, she just passes by it.

Maybe she'll use it again tonight, he thinks hopefully.

At one point, the girl trips over a crack in the sidewalk and lurches forward. He isn't sure why, but he finds himself stepping closer, his hands out to catch her before he realizes what he's doing. Jungkook steps back and clears his throat, watching as she catches herself anyway, and continues to skip down the sidewalk.

When they get close to the school, Jungkook crosses the street and heads over to buy a paper from the old man before finding a bench and settling down on it. He looks over the paper, expecting the girl to just go inside, but instead, she sits on the steps again.

He watches as she pulls a notebook out of her childish bag, then she pulls out a little box. Out of the little box, she takes some colored pencils. She looks across the street and he can tell she's decided to draw the old man at the paper stand.

Huh.

This girl is undoubtedly strange.

She sits and draws in concentration for a good ten minutes, then she gathers up her things and heads inside. She must be too excited about her picture because as she's skipping in she yet again trips on the last step and stumbles. The girl catches herself and continues in as if she's used to tripping over everything.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, then just shakes his head again and goes back to reading the paper. He's got some time to kill before school is over.

It turns out, he would see the girl before the last bell.

Jungkook thanks the man at the food stand and heads to his little bench to sit down and eat his lunch, grateful that he's going to be eating actual meals today.

He digs into the tteokbokki and fish cakes immediately. It's as delicious as he expected it to be and he tries not to groan in satisfaction at the taste of something that isn't just instant ramen noodles. But what he doesn't expect, is to see the girl coming out from the school.

Jungkook chokes on a rice cake as he scrambles to grab his paper and flip it open, covering his face. He settles his breathing enough to be able to swallow the bite that almost killed him, his eyes closed in annoyance. When he slowly peeks over the top, he sees her sitting on the front steps again, a little pink lunch sack in her lap. She moves her legs so her skirt doesn't ride up and expose anything, then she opens the lunch bag.

Jungkook watches in mounting disbelief as she pulls out what looks to be a heart-shaped sandwich.

How much weirder can this girl get?

She says something to herself before taking a big bite of the sandwich, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk that stuffed one too many nuts in his mouth.

He shakes his head and stabs a little rice cake before shoving it in his mouth. He isn't sure why this girl is starting to annoy the crap out of him, but she is. Jungkook looks up again when he hears a loud laugh ring out from across the street. A couple that was walking look at the girl like she's insane, but she doesn't seem to notice.

She just covers her mouth with her hand and snorts as she looks at something on her phone. Jungkook scoffs and goes back to his paper, the annoyance seeping off of him.

How can someone be so annoyingly happy all the time? Damn.

It's like she knows she's got everything she's ever wanted and she couldn't care less about anyone else's problems.

Jungkook despises people like that.

It's as if a switch goes off in him and he's suddenly really freaking pissed off. People like her think that life is so easy all the damn time. Do they ever struggle with anything?

He snaps his paper to straighten it out, trying to calm himself down before he goes into that nasty hole of becoming envious of those more fortunate than him.

Against his better judgment, Jungkook looks over the paper at her again, his chest only burning with more hatred as she starts to count the stupid little carrot sticks in the container on her lap.

Fucking annoying.

By the time Jungkook looks up again, the girl is gone. A second later, the bell signaling the end of lunch rings loudly.

Jungkook sits on the bench in a funk until the end of school bell rings. When he finally sees the target coming out of the school, he stands up and starts to follow her. The same routine he's been doing since Monday. Jungkook mulls over a few things in his head as he watches her stop at several food stands until she's got a cup of rice cakes, a scoop of ice cream, a fish cake skewer, and a mochi that's bigger than usual. He doesn't know how she is able to carry all that, but she manages.

She walks around a bit, looking into the windows of shops, her forehead pressing against the glass as she stares at a gaudy red dress. She stuffs another bite of mochi in her mouth, chewing sadly as she reluctantly drags herself away from the store window.

Jungkook looks at the dress in distaste; it's hideous. He can't imagine someone actually buying that thing, besides, it's probably way overpriced anyway.

He turns from it to keep following her, seeing that she's stopped now at a window where a few puppies are running around and playing with each other. The girl smiles at them and puts her hand up to the glass. A tiny brown puppy inches close to her hand and licks the glass that separates them.

She giggles delightedly.

Jungkook watches, emotionless.

When is she going to head home?

Finally, after what feels like hours, the girl starts taking the streets that lead back to her apartment. Jungkook sighs in relief, then he gets another nice surprise when she turns to head into the alley by her house.

A smirk spreads on his face as he enters the alley behind her. He knows what he's going to do.

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The next day passes just like they have been this past week. Jungkook trails the girl from her apartment to the school, from the school back to her apartment. It's a relief to find that whenever she walks, she takes the alley by her house on the way home.

Now, Jungkook is sure what his plan is going to be.

It'll be sure to draw attention when this girl is dead, there's no doubt about it. No one is going to suspect her of being anything other than a school teacher, so why would someone kill her?

Jungkook has thought through it all. This is what he does for a living, of course he isn't going to be sloppy about it. He'll be done with this by Sunday and no one will suspect anything other than a robbery gone wrong.

He happened to overhear the conversation between the target and her friend that drives the black car. The friend will be gone by Saturday morning, out of the picture and none the wiser.

Jungkook needs to be careful today though. He also overheard them this morning talking about how they are going to be meeting up at the girl's apartment tonight. Something about doing girl shit before the friend leaves tomorrow.

So, Jungkook decides to take the day off. He heads back home, not about to be caught by this friend that's probably a lot smarter than the target.

He'll just come to her apartment tomorrow morning and the plan will be over by tomorrow night.

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When you see Mina's car parked out in front of the school, you start running outside excitedly, your bag bouncing as you bound down the front steps.

"M-Mina!"

She has a huge smile on her face when you open the passenger door and climb in. "Hey, girl!" Mina shouts, yanking you over to hug you. "Aren't you excited it's Friday??"

You nod, "Yes, b-but...I am g-gonna miss you." You pout.

Mina shakes her head, "Nuh-uh. Tonight we party, there shall be no tears!"

You laugh as you buckle yourself in, "Ok, I p-promise I won't cry. W-What are we going to do tonight?"

Mina smirks sneakily and nudges your arm, "Oh you'll see~"

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You clap in excitement when you see what Mina has planned for you two. After you unlocked your apartment door and let her in, she had set down a few bags, then instructed you to open them.

Inside one, you found a tub of ice cream, a box of cookies, and a few bags of your favorite types of chips. In the other, there were two blankets, two pairs of fuzzy socks, and a couple different movies.

"We g-get to have m-movie night?" You jump up and down as Mina nods happily.

"Yes! Now you have to pick which movie you want to watch. Should we do romance or comedy?" She starts pulling the stuff out of the bags as you mull over the different choices.

You have a hard time deciding things a lot of the time, that's why Mina usually has you make the choice. She wants you to get some practice making decisions.

After she's set everything up, she turns back to see you on your knees, leaning over the movies that you've laid out on the ground. You're biting the nail on your thumb as you appear concerned, looking at the movies.

Your best friend laughs and moves to crouch next to you. She looks at you and speaks softly, "Do you want to laugh tonight, or do you want to get the butterflies in your tummy?"

You turn to her and a shy smile spreads on your face, "Ok, l-let's do romance!"

A few minutes later, you're cuddled up next to your best friend. You both have fuzzy socks on and blankets, keeping you warm. You each also have a spoon, scooping out the ice cream as your eyes are glued onto one of your favorite romance movies of all time.

Not even three hours have passed when you're both dead asleep on your couch. Soft snores leave Mina's mouth, both of your legs tangled up with each other. The second movie is playing in the background, long forgotten after you both fell asleep not even halfway through.

The next morning, you wake up on the couch groggily. You look around in confusion, forgetting for a minute why you're on the couch. Then you remember and you laugh to yourself as you rub your eyes. Then you look around again.

Mina isn't anywhere and you think for a moment that she's left without saying goodbye. You hang your head, trying not to cry. Then you hear the toilet flush and the water run in the bathroom. You sigh in relief and wait patiently for her to come out.

When she does, you instantly stand up, "Want s-some breakfast?" You offer. She smiles sadly, "I wish I could stay for breakfast. But I have to leave now. I still have to grab my luggage and head to the airport. My flight is at ten."

You look at your phone and see that it's eight o'clock.

"Oh," You say sadly.

Mina walks over and hugs you, "Don't worry, ___. I'll be back before you know it! And I'll call you whenever I'm not working, okay?"

You nod and smile at her to reassure her that you're okay.

She leaves a few minutes later and you find yourself alone in your quiet apartment once again. Your nose twitches as you try not to tear up, then you move to the kitchen to get yourself some of your favorite cereal to cheer yourself up.

You'll have to plan some fun things for you to do while she's gone, or you might just go crazy.

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Jungkook has been outside the girl's apartment since eight this morning. He saw the friend leaving a little after he got there. He recognized her shoulder-length black hair immediately and he knew it was the driver.

He had smiled to himself when he saw her get into her car and drive away. He honestly can't believe the luck he's had on this job so far. This is going to be the easiest he's ever had it.

But now, he's sitting on a bench in complete and utter boredom as he waits for the girl to leave her house. It turns out, she doesn't leave her house until almost lunchtime.

By the time he sees a flash of black and grey, he's almost fallen asleep on the bench. But he jerks up the second he sees the girl hurrying down her stairs. She looks totally different today...

Jungkook is surprised to see the girl is in grey sweatpants and a long black t-shirt. A black bucket hat is on her head, seemingly hiding her bed head if the knotted bits of the hair he can see tell anything.

She's usually more put together, but then again, it is the weekend. Not everyone should be expected to go all out to look decent when they aren't working.

But there is one thing that hasn't changed; the girl is still simple as hell looking.

She doesn't have a bit of make-up on as she rubs her eyes.

He gets up to follow her once she's about two blocks away.

Jungkook shakes his head when he sees that even though her outfit is completely devoid of color today, she still has that damned bag covered in colorful treats.

It seems like today this girl is on a mission. She walks briskly and not a single thing distracts her. She only stops once, to get a small bite of lunch from a food stand. Jungkook realizes where they're headed a second before the girl stops.

She looks into the window of the store and waves at the brown puppy. It wags its tail at her and she smiles for the first time that Jungkook's seen today.

The girl goes into the store and Jungkook follows a minute later.

He sees her talking to a woman at the front. She points at the dogs in the front window and the woman nods with a smile. A minute later, the girl has the brown puppy in her arms as she's sitting in one of the little places with a bench and walls to keep the dogs that are being held from getting out.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Jungkook flinches and turns to see the woman that helped the girl looking at him with a smile. "Oh, uh...I, uh..." Jungkook looks around frantically, then he points at a little black kitten that's sitting in a big cage, staring at him.

"Can I uh...hold that kitten?"

Why the hell is he so awkward??

The woman smiles brighter and nods, "Of course! Come with me."

Jungkook tries not to groan in frustration as he follows her to the kitten's cage. This wasn't part of the plan, but whatever.

The little ball of fluff mewls when the woman takes it out and hands it to a very stressed Jungkook.

Damn it.

He flinches when the kitten licks his nose. The woman laughs, "Looks like he's finally found someone he likes. No one that's ever come in here to hold him has ever had him more than a few seconds before he freaked out."

Jungkook forces himself to smile at the employee. Then, he turns to keep an eye on the girl, pretending like he's just talking to the kitten.

"Hi, little guy." He speaks softly, his eyes shifting to see the girl hugging the puppy close to her chest.

After a few minutes, the girl reluctantly hands the puppy back to the store employee, her eyes watering as she talks to the little dog.

"I p-promise I'll come back and b-buy you next t-time, okay?" Then she hurries out of the store, making Jungkook hand the kitten to a random employee. "I might get him another time." He says in a rush before hurrying out after her.

The day is spent much like it is after she gets off work every day. The girl gets some steamed buns and walks through the park, humming along to whatever song is playing in her headphones. Jungkook strolls along behind her, going through the plan over and over again in his head to make sure he isn't missing anything.

He's pretty sure he's got it all down to the last detail, nothing should go wrong tonight. This target is quite predictable, but there's always that chance that they pull something that you don't expect. Jungkook doubts that'll happen with this girl, but he can't be positive. After all, if she is acting, then she could turn it on him in an instant.

Jungkook watches the girl doubtfully as she tries to stuff more steamed bun into her mouth than it can take.

Geez.

Then the girl suddenly plops down on the ground. Jungkook stops and sits on a nearby bench to watch her. She sets her paper bag of remaining steamed buns on the grass next to her, then pulls out the drawing notebook that Jungkook has seen her use several times this week.

The girl gets right to work, her nose stuffed into the notebook as she scribbles madly. Jungkook fights the urge to get up and look over her shoulder at what she's drawing. He used to love to draw when he was younger. When the world wasn't such a brutal place to live in and be accepted.

Jungkook leans back on the bench and tilts his head up to the sky as he closes his eyes. He gets the feeling that they're going to be here for a while. Besides, he can still hear her drawing, no need to keep an eye on her. The feeling of the warm sun on his skin makes some distant memories try and sneak their way into his brain, but Jungkook immediately blocks them out.

He takes a deep breath of the fresh June air through his nose, then blows it out through his mouth slowly. Hell, he's exhausted.

Jungkook reaches a hand up to snatch his black baseball cap off and sets it in his lap. Then he starts to massage the back of his neck, his eyes still closed. He feels like he hasn't had nearly enough sleep this week, the stress of just wanting to get this blasted job done keeping him up at night.

The sound of the girl drawing and mumbling to herself reaches Jungkook's ears as he continues to massage his neck. Then he moves down and starts to rub the tense part of his shoulder close to his neck. After that, Jungkook moves his hands to start massaging his face. He rubs his eyes and temples, moving down to his cheeks.

"Hello, mister."

Jungkook flinches at the tiny voice and his eyes fly open as he yanks his hands from his face.

There's a very very small girl standing in front of him, her long black hair in two braids on either side of her face. Her huge dark eyes stare into Jungkook's as he calms his breathing.

Fucking hell. Scared the shit out of me.

"What do you-"

Jungkook cuts himself off when the little girl steps even closer until she's standing in between his spread legs. He leans back, one of his eyebrows rising in confusion.

The hell does this girl want?

Jungkook looks around to see if he can find her mother or father. When he looks back at her, she's smiling shyly, her wide eyes still staring straight into his soul.

"What do you need?" He snaps.

She doesn't react to his sharp tone, she just reaches out and snags his baseball cap. Jungkook tries to protest but she places it on her head anyway. She looks even tinier if that's possible, his hat looking positively massive on her small head. "My name is Mi-Rah." She whispers.

Jungkook feels a twist in his stomach. This innocent child shouldn't be anywhere near someone like him. He kills people for a living.

Where on earth are her parents? Have they taught her nothing about stranger danger?

Then Mi-Rah reaches into her pocket and pulls out a piece of candy in a very crumpled wrapper. She takes Jungkook's large hand and places it into his open palm. "You look very sad, mister. Sometimes all we need to feel happy is something sweet, no matter how small."

Jungkook tears his eyes away from the little candy and looks at the tiny girl in disbelief. How old is she?

"Uh...thank you-"

"You don't have to thank me, mister. Maybe just...make someone else smile today. Give someone else a chance to be happy." The little girl says simply. Then she takes his hat off her head and places it back onto his own before turning and running off.

What the hell.

That girl spoke like an adult, but she couldn't have been any older than seven. Jungkook shakes his head, then glances at the candy. It has a bit of lint on it, there's no way in hell he's gonna eat that. So, without thinking, he stuffs it into his pocket, then his eyes shift over to where the girl is drawing.

Except she isn't there.

"Fuck." Jungkook jumps up and whips his head around, scanning the park. When he doesn't see a single sign of her, a growl leaves his throat and he starts walking. If that kid hadn't distracted him, this wouldn't have happened.

Jungkook walks around for a good two hours, but he hasn't seen the girl once. Now he's starting to panic. The sun will start going down soon.

What if she already went home?

His plan would be ruined.

Crap.

Jungkook takes his cap off and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. He doesn't want to have to wait another day to get this over with.

One more hour passes as Jungkook frantically walks around the city. He even goes to the girl's apartment to see if he can tell if she went home, but all the lights inside are off so she probably isn't in there.

After another hour, the sun is down.

Jungkook curses and kicks at a little stone on the sidewalk, watching it roll into the grass. He fucked up. He got distracted and now he's going to have to do this all over again tomorrow if he's even lucky enough that the girl will go out and stay out all day tomorrow.

After all these years, he's never lost a target before. He feels like an idiot. Out of all the hits he's had, every single one, this weird-ass kindergarten teacher is the one he loses. All because he let some kid come and distract him for a second.

He curses again and resists the urge to throw a punch at something, anything.

Jungkook turns around, ready to head home and curse himself until the day he dies. But he stops short when he sees a familiar figure walking down the street. A bucket hat covers their face, but the unmistakably ridiculous bag is hanging from her shoulder.

"Fucking hell." Jungkook sighs in relief as he watches the girl make her way towards the alley. His luck is back! The second the girl turns into the dark and desolate walkway, Jungkook follows her in.

She's singing softly to herself as she walks slowly, taking her time. As if there isn't a killer looming right behind her.

Jungkook pulls the gun he grabbed from his safe earlier out of his back pocket. The girl stops, then crouches to pick something up as Jungkook switches the safety off his gun.

He raises it slowly.

A tiny laugh slips out of the girl's mouth as she messes with something on the ground, her smaller figure crouched on the dirty cement of the alley.

Jungkook aims carefully, he's got a perfect target.

He can do it.

He can be done with this.

So, why isn't he pulling the trigger?

Jungkook shakes his head and raises the gun again.

Fuck.

The girl stands up again and starts to walk quickly.

Shit, shit, shit Jungkook scrambles after her, almost tripping on the trash piled in the alley. She happens to be the one to trip on it first. Her arms flail out and a tiny shriek leaves her mouth as she tumbles to the ground. "Ow." He hears her whimper quietly. "Owie." She pulls her right knee out from under her and pulls her sweats up enough to see the small cut on it. Ok, enough dilly-dallying Jungkook. Get it done. Jungkook raises the gun once more as the girl gets to her feet and starts to walk away. He's about to call out and get her attention so he can get her from the front. Make it look like a robbery gone bad. That's when he sees the papers on the ground that had fallen out of her bag when she fell. He doesn't know what possesses him to look closer, but he does. Shock courses through him at the drawings he sees. They're fucking terrible. They look like a four-year-old drew them, the coloring not even in the lines she drew. What the hell even is that? A fucking bird? There's something that looks kind of like an apple tree next to the deformed-looking bird thing. Another picture shows an awfully drawn lollipop. Who messes up a lollipop? Jungkook looks up at the girl, who has stopped to look at her phone. "Give someone else a chance to be happy." The tiny girl's words suddenly ring through his mind and Jungkook swallows thickly. He lowers the gun, his arm hanging limply at his side. "Damn it." The girl swivels when she hears the voice of a man behind her, but when she turns there's no one there. She glances at the dumpsters and trash bags and listens intently. When she doesn't hear anything, she quickly turns and runs out of the alley. She runs the rest of the way home, only stopping when she's gotten inside and locked her door. ________________

"Fucking stupid!" Jungkook screams and throws the gun onto his bed. Why the hell did he hesitate? He never hesitates. He's shot dozens of people dead and he never blinked an eye. Why? Why now? This is the most paying job he's ever gotten and now he's fucked it up! He got distracted. That's all. If he hadn't spoken to that kid today or seen those stupid drawings, he wouldn't have messed up. "Ok, that's it," Jungkook growls and stomps over to the file sitting on his coffee table. It's been sitting there since Sunday a week ago. He grabs it and opens it angrily, a few papers spilling out and onto the floor. He doesn't bother cleaning them up. He just grabs the last one, the folded picture of the target. Jungkook unfolds it and glares at the image of the smiling girl. "I don't give a fuck why you're a target. I'm going to fucking kill you on Monday and that's it!" Then he tears the picture in half. He tosses it onto the coffee table and slumps down onto his couch, mentally exhausted. _______________ Jungkook spends Sunday holed up in his apartment. He's never been so pissed at himself before. No more distractions. If he doesn't get this done tomorrow, he doesn't know what he'll do. This hit is driving him insane. The only time he leaves his apartment is when Hoseok knocks and asks him to come over for dinner. As much as he would rather do anything but that, he agrees with a plastered smile. Jungkook sits at Hoseok's dining table awkwardly as his neighbor plates up the fried rice he made and hands a plate to him. "Thank you." Jungkook takes it and his stomach growls the second he smells the food. This is the first homecooked meal he's had in...well as long as he can remember. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and Hoseok laughs, "Oh, I almost forgot! I hope you don't mind, I invited some more of my friends over." Jungkook shakes his head, "I don't mind at all." When Hoseok opens the door, Jungkook sees a tall handsome man with broad shoulders and black hair walk in. He's taken by surprise by the man's beauty for a split second before he snaps out of it and sees another man walk in. This one is shorter and his hair is bleached blonde. The first man has a huge smile on his face and the second looks like his face has been set into a permanent look of uninterest. "Hi! You must be Jungkook!" The taller man says happily, reaching a hand out to shake Jungkook's. The younger man nods, "Yes, I am." "I'm Seokjin! And this is Yoongi." The handsome man turns and points at the blonde. Yoongi nods and sends Jungkook a small smile. "Nice to meet you," Jungkook responds politely, trying not to be awkward as hell. The only person he's really spoken to as an acquaintance for years is Hoseok, and he's only known him a little less than a year. Dinner goes by rather smoothly and the food is delicious, but Jungkook is grateful when he finally steps back into his own apartment. He's usually good at faking with people, part of his job is to charm people and put all suspicion off of himself. Tonight was different though, he felt exposed and like he couldn't put up a facade with those men. He takes a long hot shower, trying to wash away all the stress from the past week. When he's out of the shower and in his shorts, Jungkook crawls into bed and turns out the light. He blankly stares into the darkness for a while, trying not to let his brain run rampid so he can sleep. But he thinks back to the dinner a little while ago, anyway. Seokjin and Yoongi were nice, and Hoseok has always been kind to him. But, Jungkook feels uncomfortable, he feels off. He just isn't cut out for friends. He's a killer. That's all he is and that's all he'll ever be. And killers are meant to be alone. ______________ Jungkook sighs as he sits on the bench in front of the school. Hopefully, this will be the last day he has to do this. The girl had already gone into the kindergarten hours ago, it's nearing the end of the school day. All he has to do is tough it out until tonight. If the girl doesn't stay out till dark, he'll just have to lure her out of her apartment later somehow. He'll figure that out when he comes to it. The bell rings and Jungkook gets up to buy a paper from the old man that he's become quite acquainted with this past week. The two of them chat it up a bit as Jungkook watches the school doors. Eventually, he sees the girl leading a long line of kids out the front doors and down into the grass to wait to be picked up. It takes a little longer than usual, but finally, all the kids are gone and the girl goes back inside. When she comes out and starts walking down the street, Jungkook follows on the other side. As he walks he keeps an eye on her, but that means he isn't looking ahead. "Umph!" Jungkook jumps back in surprise when he sees a little old woman glaring at him after he ran into her. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry." Jungkook bows his head in apology and the old woman nods curtly before walking around him. He looks back across the street, only to groan at seeing the girl is nowhere to be seen. "Not again." Jungkook moans in dismay. Then he jumps a mile high when he feels someone tap his shoulder. "Excuse m-me, sir." Jungkook turns and his heart stops in his chest when he sees the wide eyes of a horribly familiar girl staring up at him. She's clutching a piece of paper in her hands as a smile spreads on her face when she looks at him closer. Jungkook blinks a few times, the rest of him frozen in horror at being caught. "Th-This is for you." She holds out the paper. Jungkook takes it limply, his eyes never leaving hers. When the initial shock leaves his body, Jungkook tears his eyes away from the girl and looks down at what she gave him. He squints in confusion at what he sees. Then he looks back up at his target. What the hell is this?

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a/n: I hope you guys like this one. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first. Let me know what you think <3

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Stumbling: Chapter 11

Pairing: Raihan X Reader X Leon

Your life hadn’t gone exactly as you planned…

This is why when an old rival walks into the coffee shop you work at he gives you an offer you just can’t refuse. Finally, a chance at the League. Suddenly you are thrust into the spotlight and a world you thought you had left behind. Dreams aren’t always what they are cracked up to be though, especially when you find yourself the tangled up with the champion and a certain gym leader.

Has all your dreams come true?

Or is this your worst nightmare?

Masterlist

Chapter 11: No Time to Lose

Blinking in annoyance at the light filtering through your window you huff as you roll over trying to escape it. You spent the majority of the night thinking about Leon and Raihan’s confession to you. At first, there was an acute thrill up your spine at the prospect of their feelings for you, however as the night wore on a sense of dread began to encompass your entire being. What are you going to do?

With a groan, you sit up in bed and decide that you will be spending the next couple of days in town training and resting with Sonia and Nessa.

The common area of the suite Leon rented is still cast in early morning shadow, the peace yet to be disturbed. You make a quick breakfast for yourself and your Pokémon before you write a quick note to the duo and make your silent exit. You need time to process precisely what’s happening in your life. Besides, you aren’t going far and just maybe you’ll meet up with the girls for some girl time.

The walk to the pier is peaceful and the few that are out give you a friendly wave and continue on their way. You aren't overly surprised to see Sonia and Nessa on the beach clearly working on whatever research Sonia is doing.

“What are you doing here?” Sonia asks with a wave.

“Isn’t Kabu’s gym next? Shouldn’t you be heading back to Motostoke?” asks Nessa wiping sweat off her brow in the early morning sun.

“I’m taking a few days to train. Plus I talked with Leon and Raihan yesterday…”

“About their feelings for you?” The duo choruses.

You wince but nod your affirmation, “I just don’t know what to do! I’ve finally got my chance at the League and I’m being pursued by Pokémon thieves and now this! It’s just…. a lot…”

“Take a break then! Get your head on straight. Kabu will be there in a few days,” Nessa says her hands on her hips.

“That’s what I’m doing… plus having a break from the guys to at least process everything is a good idea.”

“Totally agree!” Chirps Sonia, “You need some girl time! Although I will say this… you’ve got Lee messed up! I don’t think I’ve seen him like this since….”

“Since when?” You ask leaning forward and silently begging her with your eyes to tell you.

“Since… he couldn’t find you a couple of years ago. He was pretty devastated… I think he had this idea that you ran off with someone and he missed his chance with you.”

“I just don’t understand why he didn’t tell me years ago…”

“We all grew up together and to him, you were this amazingly perfect person that wouldn’t see him like that… he had it bad when we were younger. Every time you won against him he was always somewhere between embarrassed he lost and proud you won. It was pretty cute…”

You sigh with a soft smile on your face as you reminisce about your time growing up together.

“I adored him… when I heard he was coming back home for a bit I ran…”

“That’s why you disappeared!?” Sonia exclaims.

You nod without meeting her gaze, “I was embarrassed… he’s the champion… the greatest champion… and I thought of myself as a failure.”

“You’re not a failure…” she says taking a step towards you, heartbreak in her eyes and her hands clasped together under her chin.

“I know that now… but I wasn’t in a good place then… I’ve improved a lot.”

When you meet her gaze there is a familiar determination in your eyes. She remembers that look well. She saw it on your face during every battle, every lesson and every training session. Sonia remembers you as a force of nature and now she needs to make sure you see yourself that way too.

“I need to get to the finals for me… for my team… for everyone who believes in me… I don’t know what to do about them now… especially now that Raihan’s in the picture…”

“Oh yeah… Rai won’t give you up very easily. He likes you a lot and he always goes for what he wants. He’s friends with Leon, but obviously he likes you enough to go head to head with him. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll respect your decision whatever it is, but be prepared for him to show you how he feels. Plus you like him too don’t you?” Nessa asks with a sly smirk.

You blush and look away, “I thought he was just kidding this entire time…”

“That’s because you haven’t thought yourself worthy of love with everything that happened in your past. You are. He’s going to make sure you know that too.”

Nessa nods sagely at her conclusion before she gives you a soft look.

“He likes you for you, don’t doubt that.”

You nod with tears in your eyes unable to speak. You shake your head to rid yourself of the emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

“Thanks, guys… I’m going to train for a bit… you tap a couple of poke balls on your belt and Nile, your handsome Vaporeon pops out along with Hades, your Deino, and Serenity, your Hatenna.

“Is this the team for Kabu?” Sonia asks.

“You have a Vaporeon!?” Squeals Nessa.

You laugh, “Yeah, I do! He’s going to do amazing! I just know it!”

Nile preens under the attention and happily flicks his fin-like tail before he happily struts around showing off his form proudly.

You wave as you jog down the beach, your pokemon following along behind you. Nile splashes in the ocean kicking up the water around him. Serenity bounces along behind you and Deino sniffs the air as he easily keeps up. The sound of the waves soothes your mind as you continue your jog and slowly you allow yourself to get lost in thought. You hit a small cove and let out a sigh. You sit in the sand and catch your breath before you start to train your team. The morning flies by and before you know it you are calling out the rest of your team and setting up to fix lunch.

“You know you would think that after getting caught by yourself you would learn not to go off alone,” says a voice behind you.

You turn around and see a man standing on a rock overlooking the small cove. You get into a fighting stance summoning your pokemon to you.

“I don’t need a babysitter. Who are you? What do you want?” You demand.

The man is handsome in a devil may care kind of way. He has dark hair that falls into deep green eyes, he has a lean physique without being overly muscular. His stance is relaxed in his black ripped jeans and a black tee-shirt.

“The names Aaron and I wanted to extend my invitation to you in person… I really wanted to meet you…” The way your name rolls off of his tongue is borderline seductive.

“I don’t understand your interest in me…”

“You tamed a Deino in about five minutes flat. The team you’re raising already has much potential. You could do great things for our organization.”

“You mean you want me to train the pokemon you steal? Absolutely not.”

“Not all of them are stolen…” he says wistfully as he drops from the rock to the ground, his boots sinking into the sand. The light hiss beneath his feet as he approaches you inspires a sense of foreboding.

“Some of them are bred for power, such as that Deino that you took from my subordinate.”

“Did you come here for him? Because I’m not letting you take him!”

“Such passion! No… consider him my gift to you. He needs someone who will mold him into the force that he’s meant to be. Besides, I know you’ll join me one day…”

“I will never join you!”

“I know you… I know what you’ve been through… You’ve faced fires that these children never have. Even the beloved champion will never understand you. You’ve changed too much from the little girl you once were.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you spit at him.

“I was you… I was denied entry to the league. I was told I wasn’t good enough. And I proved them all wrong. I own Galar now,” he circles you like prey.

You glare at him, “I’m nothing like you. I would never take a pokemon from their owner or attack innocent people.”

“You don’t know what you’re capable of… You’ve already taken two pokemon that didn’t belong to you.”

“That was different!”

“Is it? What makes you different from us?” he asks as he tilts his head.

Closing the distance between the two of you, he leans down until he’s just inches from you, his breath fanning your face. His eyes bore into yours and he smirks before he tilts his head almost innocently.

“Hmm?”

“Those pokemon were being mistreated.”

“So you have the right to take them?”

“They chose to be with me.”

“So you’re different?”

“I’m not like you if that’s what you mean.”

He smirks as he leans back, “Be looking for a present from me… One day you will make an excellent addition to my team. I’ll be unstoppable with you by my side,” his finger runs down your jaw and you jerk away from you.

“I don’t want your present, I don’t want to have anything to do with you,” your voice is like ice as you regard the man before you.

“Oh, you wound me…” he says with a chuckle as he holds his hand above his heart, “Play nice or you won’t get this little beauty back.”

He holds up a Pokeball and you glance down at your belt to notice that Davine’s Pokeball is gone.

“Give her back!” you yell, Serenity getting into position beside you.

“Make me, my darling,” he says with a smirk as he sends out a Hydreigon.

“How dare you! Serenity, no!” you yell as your tiny Hatenna rushes ahead of you, “Hades!”

“You think your little Hatenna and Deino can beat my Hydreigon? Think again darling! Dragon Rush!”

“Serenity! Hades! No!” You watch in horror as Serenity uses Deino’s head as a catapult as she jumps up into the air and releases her Disarming voice just as Hades unleashes a Dragon Breath. Neither attack does much damage and you grit your teeth in worry. You gasp as Nile rushes forward and attacks using his Aurora Beam.

“Nile! Dodge!” you yelp as Hydreigon sends out a Dragon Pulse. He leaps out of the way in the nick of time as Serenity attacks with a Dazzling Gleam. One of Hydreigon’s heads bite down onto Serenity and you yell as she cries out as she’s thrown from the dragons’ mouth bouncing off of a rock before she falls to the ground.

“Serenity! No!” You yell as you go to rush towards her. You’re thrown back and away landing hard on the sand. Axel and Arum leap towards you and stand protectively in front of you.

“Such loyal pokemon you have… Impressive,” he says in a bored tone as he throws Davine’s Pokeball up and down in his hand.

“Give her… back!” you demand as you sit up, coughing as you do so.

He smirks, “You’re going to have to come get her…” he says as he turns to walk away.

Your eyes harden, “How dare you! You can’t just take her from me!”

“If you’re too weak to protect your pokemon, you don’t deserve to keep them.”

“If it’s a fight you want…”

“Oh it is…” he purrs.

Your eyes narrow as you glare at him, “Fine,” you bite out as you stand up shakily.

He tilts his head up as he regards you smugly, “There she is…”

“Hades! Go south! Axel, east side! Arum, west side! Nile, go north! You know what to do!”

Your pokemon scatter as Hades gets behind his future form and unleashes his attack as Axel nuzzles the dragon before he’s thrown back. Paralysis overtakes the beast slowing him down as Arum attacks from the side, she just barely escapes a body slam leaping up into the air and kicking the dragon hard. You gasp as a bright light encompasses your Steenee and when the light dims standing before you is Tsareena.

“Arum… you evolved…” you say in surprise.

“How cute… You think you have a chance now? Think again! Hydreigon go! Body Slam!”

The dragon comes lumbering towards you, but before you are hit a bright light leaps in front of you and the dragon is thrown back as a powerful attack radiates from the light and when it clears Serenity has evolved into a Hattrem, a look of anger on her tiny face.

“Such adoration… Do they know you’re going to fail?”

“I’m not going to fail. I refuse to fail anymore.”

“Acid Armour, Nile! Then Aurora Beam! Dragon Breath! Hit him with your best shot! Axel, poison him! Arum, Stomp!”

“So ruthless…” he groans tilting his head back and stomping his foot before he fixes his almost heated gaze on you.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” you growl at your opponent.

“Oh? Then show me…” he purrs.

Hydreigon roars as the attacks hit him all at once, Serenity unleashes another Dazzling Gleam.

“Switch!” you yell and watch your pokemon easily rotate confusing the already damaged Hydreigon. He roars in anger and lashes out, hitting Axel again throwing the baby pokemon back. Serenity rushes towards him as Nile unleashes an attack to distract the dragon. She quickly heals him before standing protectively in front of the disoriented baby. The Hydreigon turns towards Nile and attempts to unleash another attack before Hades headbutts the pokemon to keep him distracted. He whips around and almost loses his balance before he rights himself. His large wings cause a burst of sand to assault the senses of Hades. Hydreigon unleashes a Dragon Pulse and catches Hades directly sending the much smaller dragon backward into the cliff behind him.

“Hades!” you yell when he doesn’t get back up. Serenity attempts to get to her teammate but the Dragon whips around and with a well placed Dragon Tail knocks her back for a second time.

“Serenity! Please get up!” Just as Hydreigon attempts to smash your partner, Arum rushes forward and snatches her out of the way, jumping to safety. You aren’t prepared for the battle cry Axel makes as a bright light engulfs his tiny frame. A smug smirk and a tilt of his head take the place of the pout your baby used to have.

“Fascinating… They are evolving to save you… Look what I’ve done for you! Come with me now! I don’t think I can wait!” he practically sings as he gazes at your team.

“They are my team and you have their sister and we aren’t resting until we have her back.”

He chuckles as he regards the pokemon before him with glee, “Such rage… I love it.”

You narrow your eyes, “Axel Venoshock! Take him out!”

With one final attack from your newly evolved Toxricity you watch as the dragon falls from the sky and lands with a crash.

“You’ve evolved… Just like you’re pokemon… You will be my greatest ally. Just come with me, Darling. We could be great together!” He says his hands in the air before he beckons you towards him.

“I beat you,” you pant, “Now give her back.”

He chuckles but tosses the Pokeball at you as your team stands by your side, beaten and battered but still standing.

You stumble forward and catch the Pokeball, you release her and hold her close to you as tears threaten to fall.

“Congratulations, you’ve passed. Expect your present soon my darling,” he winks and using two fingers blows you a kiss.

“I’m not your darling and I don’t want anything from you,” you bite out.

“You’ll thank me later!” he calls over his shoulder as he walks away casually as if nothing just happened.

You collapse to the sand and a sob wracks your body. You feel helpless. Your pokemon gather around you as they attempt to comfort you the best they can.

“We have to get stronger,” you whisper, “we have to…”

Davine nuzzles against you with silent determination in her eyes.

“I’m really proud of you all…” you gasp out between sobs, “So proud…”

They crowd around showing their support in any way they can. You really are proud of them, giving their all and evolving to fight against a force much more powerful than them.

After you have reeled your emotions back in you stumble to your feet and make your way back towards town. You can hardly believe that you’ve met him, the man who runs the ring of thieves and he wants you.

“What is happening…” you whisper as you gaze at the sky as tears threaten to fall once again. You’re in a daze as you stumble across the beach.

Exhaustion overwhelms as you make your way towards the pokemon center. Once you’ve had your team healed you somehow make it back to the suite you are staying in with Leon and Raihan. The moment you walk into the room the guys leap up.

Alarm goes through them at the sight of your shaky form. They rush towards you as you collapse into their arms.

“What happened?”

“Who did this?!”

“I met him…” you whisper.

“Met who?” asks Leon as he grasps your arms and holds you steady.

“The leader… he tried to take Davine… I almost didn’t beat him… I almost lost… She would have been gone…I would have failed…” you dissolve into sobs once again as Leon pulls you into a hug.

Raihan paces before the two of you, his hands clenched into fists, he seems almost feral as he snarls out, “I’m going to kill him…”

“Rai…” you whimper, pulling away from Leon.

He stops his pacing and he kneels before you, his hands grasping yours, “What is it, Princess?”

“Just be with me?” you ask quietly voice shaking with unshed tears.

He looks heartbroken as he nods and gently pulls you into a hug.

“Princess, can you tell us what happened?” Raihan mumbles into your hair.

You heave a shaky breath and recount the events of your afternoon. You can feel Raihan shaking as he attempts to keep his rage in check. Leon is leaning forward, his cap covering his eyes as he sits dangerously still.

“You don’t need to go off by yourself, someone needs to be with you at all times,” Leon growls as he gets up and begins to pace like a Pyroar.

You look away and nod, tears in your eyes.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” Raihan murmurs as he pulls you into him again.

“I’m scared… I almost lost her. I’m not strong enough.”

“That’s what he wants you to think. He wants you to feel scared and helpless. You can’t give into him!” Insists Leon.

“Well…” you say standing up, “He succeeded.”

You walk from the living area into your temporary bedroom. Feelings that you’ve held at bay for months come crashing down on you as you feel yourself sink into the bed. This time tears don’t come as you lay there feeling nothing and everything all at once.

You feel the bed sink in next to you and a hand press against your arm. When you don’t shake him off he begins to run his hand up and down your arm soothingly. You bury your face into the pillow as you grasp his hand pulling him against you and curling around your clasped hands. He sighs into your hair as you feel his lips on your shoulder before he buries his face into your neck.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you today,” you feel him shake his head as if trying to physically rid himself of the thought.

“I feel so helpless…” you whisper.

“You’re not. You won today, even with the odds stacked against you. You won.”

“If he has other Pokémon that are just as strong…”

“You can’t think about that right now. We’re going to get through this. I promise.”

You nod as exhaustion takes and you fall into a fitful sleep.

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sxfterhearts · 4 years

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66. [6:04 pm]

“Damn it,” Mark cursed under his breath as the two of you exited the restaurant and was immediately met with menacing grey clouds that threatened to spill rain droplets over the innocent people roaming the streets. “We were supposed to have a picnic by the Han River, but I guess it’s not possible now…” He trailed off, clutching the bag of takeaway dakgalbi in disappointment, his shoulders slumped and his lips forming a deep pout.

“It’s fine, Mark,” You reassured, huddling closer to him as a strong gust of wind threatened to blow you away. You locked arms with his and guided both of you towards the subway entrance.

He huffed out a huge sigh. “I had the perfect date planned, Y/N! We were gonna get dessert at that bingsu place you like, then watch the sunset from Namsan Tower.” Mark continued, his sorrow clearly written all over his face.

“Mark, baby, I don’t mind,” You tugged him along, making sure that he got out his T-money card in time and urged him towards the correct train line that would take you two back to his apartment. “As cliché as this sounds, I honestly don’t care what we’re doing on our dates, as long as I get to spend quality time with you.”

It was true, considering how both of you were final year university students and already had insufficient time on your hands due to the continuous stream of work, assignments, tests and exams. You could understand Mark’s disappointment, though. This was only your third official date after he asked you to be his girlfriend, and he had planned each date meticulously, exceeding your expectations every single time.

Unfortunately, the past few weeks have been tough. Midsemester exams were coming up and Mark was bombarded by emails from the anxious first year students he tutored for a marketing unit. You had to prepare a presentation for your research project as well, and your supervising lecturer had been far less helpful than you’d imagined. Overall, the time apart made you miss him even more. It seemed like it was harder to meet up with Mark compared to before when you were just friends. Previously, the two of you made it a point to invite each other over for dinner or grab drinks together regularly. Now, it was getting nearly impossible to clear your schedules because of the urgency of your respective deadlines. Time with each other was scarce. You found a small part of yourself wishing to go back to those simpler days filled with impromptu meetups and midnight ramen sessions.

Miraculously, the two of you boarded the train and were fortunate enough to find two seats next to each other. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” Mark whispered close to your ears and pressed his warm lips against your temple. Your eyelids fluttered shut at his soft gesture. It had been nearly two months since Mark asked you to be his girlfriend, and you still hadn’t gotten used to his kisses. They always left a tingling sensation in your stomach.

A short fifteen minutes later, you entered Mark’s apartment. Although you had visited his humble abode many times before, you couldn’t help but to linger in front of the shelf standing beside the TV while your boyfriend got out the plates and cutlery. A fond smile worked its way onto your lips as you perused the vast collection of photos he had on display. There were older, framed family photos of the young Tuan siblings standing beside their seated parents, all wearing identically radiant smiles, and another faded picture of Mark’s baby photoshoot. A polaroid photo album that consisted of more recent snaps stood proudly in the centre, opened to a page containing Mark’s favourite polaroids. They were mostly from his trips back to LA with his family and close friends, and a couple from weekend getaways with his university friends.

Your gaze fell upon a particular polaroid that caught your eye. It was a candid shot of you taken by Mark on the night he asked you out. He had sent you a text near midnight asking you to come over for ramen. You turned up shortly after in slippers and an old band t-shirt with your hair messily tied up, the novel you were engrossed in tucked under your arms. As you leaned over the counter to catch a glimpse of his signature dish, Shin Ramyun with an egg (the egg whites for him and the yolk for you), he sneakily whipped out his Polaroid Camera and took a quick shot. Later that night, you nearly choked on the semi-runny egg yolk when he suggested that the two of you should go on a movie date together.

“Babe, food’s ready. Come and eat while it’s still hot.” He called as he made his way to the living room, placing the dakgalbi on the coffee table. “Are you looking at my photo shrine again?”

“Photo shrine?” You repeated, chuckling at your boyfriend’s interesting choice of words.

Mark unveiled the tasty prized possession as you sat cross-legged on the floor, beside him. “Yeah, it’s a photo shrine because it contains pictures of people and memories that hold a special meaning in my heart.” He gave you a lopsided smile as he waved a piece of fragrant, spicy stir-fried chicken in front of your lips, beckoning you to open your mouth. You accepted gratefully. “My favourite picture of all is the one of me lying on the ground with my sister’s baby on top of me.” He continued teasingly.

“Hey!” You let out a muffled exclamation as your mouth was filled with the well-seasoned meat, feigning jealousy over the fact that your polaroid wasn’t his favourite.

Mark laughed heartily, clearly amused at your reaction. “I’m just kidding. Of course yours is my favourite. You’re my favourite human.”

You hummed happily upon hearing that. “Are you sure about that, Tuan?”

Mark’s thumb came up to the corner of your lips to wipe off the reddish stain from the sauce. “Such a messy eater.” He commented as he raised the thumb to his own lips and licked the remnants off. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N. I said you’re my favourite human, not my favourite living thing. Milo still takes the top spot.”

Right on cue, the white fluffy ball of fur trotted towards Mark from his usual resting place in his bedroom, tail wagging eagerly at the attention. “Hi Mi Mi, my baby. I’ve missed you.” He picked Milo up and cradled him in his arms, giving him several loud smooches as the puppy licked his lips.

You playfully sighed in defeat at the pair’s blatant display of affection. You were about to give him a snarky retort when you were abruptly disrupted by a deafening crack of thunder.

Milo padded over to the glass door leading to the balcony, barking furiously at the dark skies. The puppy refused to calm down until Mark scooped him up, babying and distracting him by scratching his favourite spot behind his ears. “Silly baby, it’s just the rain.”

“Great…” You remarked sarcastically. The summer rain usually lasted for hours, which meant that getting back to your place would be a huge hassle. “I’m gonna have so much fun taking public transport in this weather.”

Mark placed Milo down between the two of you and the puppy cosied up next to your feet, nudging you lightly with his head. The sight warmed your heart. You’ve known Mark ever since he got Milo and you’ve basically watched him grow up, but it was always a pleasant surprise when the puppy acted so comfortably around you. “Stay over then?”

You nearly choked on the dakgalbi that was halfway down your throat. A sip of water later, a soft “What?” left your lips.

It was the first time you would be sleeping over at each other’s houses, or sharing a bed, for that matter. Your response was totally understandable. Mark could feel the tips of his ears heat up and flush dark red, somewhat embarrassed that he brought up this topic in the first place. “I mean,” He added hastily. “I don’t want you going out and getting sick. I’ve got a towel and a spare toothbrush. You can take a shower, change into my t-shirt and a smaller pair of boxers. And I can take the couch if you’re not comfortable with sharing a bed.”

It was a very tempting proposal. You nibbled on your bottom lip, silently wondering whether it was too soon for you to sleep over at Mark’s. He did make a strong argument, though, and judging by the violent whacking of raindrops against the glass doors and windows, the rain outside was relentless and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Staying dry and warm within the comforts of your boyfriend’s home definitely beats walking back in the rain. “Alright then,” You replied finally, putting a nervous and embarrassed Mark out of his misery.

“Okay.” He replied without missing a beat. “Sure, cool.” An awkward air hung above your heads at the thought of you spending the night at his place, of saying good night and good morning to each other in person. It was the next step in your relationship; yet doing domestic things like brushing your teeth next to each other and exchanging kisses filled with morning breath excited him to no end.

“But like,” You paused, uncertain. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch. If that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, totally okay with me.” Mark said quickly, barely containing his smile. He tried to feed you another piece of chicken, unable to handle the awkwardness any longer. “Here, have some more.”

Mark stirred awake as his mind registered a ticklish, cold sensation near the bottom of his neck. Reluctantly, he blinked away the last traces of sleep from his eyes and stole a glance towards the source of his discomfort.

His eyes laid upon your sleeping figure and your face, framed by your mildly dishevelled hair, resting upon his chest and left arm. Your mouth was agape, indicating that the wet patch close to his collarbone was a result of your drooling. A small hand was splayed possessively across his torso, while your legs did a good job of tangling themselves with his. Soft snores were released amidst the chirping of birds outside his window. Despite the fact that he had lost all sensation in his left arm and was starting to get uncomfortably warm from the body heat you were emitting, he stayed as still as possible to admire you for a little longer.

Mark couldn’t stop beaming at the sight. He wouldn’t mind waking up to this every single day for the rest of his life.

So far, he had learned three things on your third date: you brushed your teeth in the funniest and most adorable way possible, you clung to him like a teddy bear in your sleep, and you were a heavy, heavy drooler.

It was almost as if you could sense him teasing you in his head. Just as he was preoccupying himself with counting your long and plentiful eyelashes, your body shifted in search of a comfier position. Mark thought it wasn’t physically possible for two bodies to get any closer, but you somehow managed to position your entire body on top of his.

“Babe,” He croaked, his morning voice gravelly and rough.

You cracked an eyelid open slowly, trying to face him but digging your chin into his chest in the process. Mark wiggled slightly at the discomfort. “Morning.” You yawned, seemingly unaware of your current position.

“Good morning to you too. Listen, I always say that you’re the perfect size and the perfect weight for me, but right now, can you please do me a favour and roll off my body?”

You complied, landing onto the other side of Mark’s single bed with a soft groan. “Right, m’sorry. How long was I there for?” Mark noted with amusement that when you were awake, you were far less clingy in bed. It seemed like you were purposely trying to maintain a distance between the two of you by lying as far away from him as possible.

“Not long, don’t be sorry.” His arms worked its way around your upper body and pulled you closer to him, returning you to your original position. “I want cuddles. Don’t run away from me, you were so eager to get closer when you were sleeping.”

“I wasn’t…” You denied weakly, burying your face into his muscle tee. You inhaled a deep breath of his scent, a mixture of fabric softener and vanilla body wash. It was familiar and comforting, which lulled you back into your slumber.

Mark chuckled as he sensed your body relax in his arms and heard your breathing deepen once more. “C’mere, gimme my morning kiss before you fall asleep again.”

Grumbling at the thought of Mark smelling your horrible breath, you leaned upwards to give him a quick peck. He wasn’t satisfied though, and held your head close to his, deepening the kiss with an expert flick of his tongue against your chapped lips. Sleepy and defenceless, you let him have his way with you. It was a slow, lazy make out session, but it still managed to leave you breathless. The two of you smiled in bliss once you pulled away.

“Okay, satisfied. Go sleep some more, sleepyhead.”

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authorlmfletcher · 4 years

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Poisson d’Avril

Just some April Fool’s Day shenanigans.

Ao3 | FFnet

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Out of all the days of the year, one particular cat-like being looked forward to April Fools' Day with an unusually strong excitement. Considering the only thing Plagg usually got excited about was cheese, Adrien wasn't sure if he should be worried or not. The toothy grin that greeted him when his alarm sounded on April 1st left him feeling unsettled.

A faceful of water from a rigged tap, getting locked in the closet, and discovering all the underwear in his drawer replaced with a colourful picture of a fish left Adrien irritated while Plagg simply snickered with delight while floating out of reach.

Tearing his room apart proved pointless, other than to fuel Plagg's laughter, forcing him to wear nothing beneath his usual school attire in order to make it to breakfast on time.

7 am and already Adrien was tired of April Fool's Day.

Sitting uncomfortably at the dining table as Nathalie droned on about schedules and plans for the day, Adrien mused about how much cheese he could remove from the kwami's stash in punishment for the feeling of stiff jeans against sensitive skin.

The moment she left, Adrien growled at Plagg. "Where did you hide them?" The cat just grinned smugly. Even the threat of cheese loss didn't knock the smirk off.

Nathalie returned to the dining room, forcing Plagg to slip into Adrien's shirt collar. An order to get his school books sent Adrien running to find his bag. A quick glance inside assured him that his kwami hadn't messed with his books. Phone. Wallet. School books. Check.

"Come on, Plagg. Please. I have school today. Commando is fine for photoshoots but not for class! What if someone notices?"

Plagg snickered in response, leaving Adrien without a clue what to do. That kwami definitely was going to regret this decision at cheese time.

Gorilla waited in the car, grunting in greeting as Adrien slid into his seat with a frown. The car pulled away from the house slowly, leaving Adrien to check on his phone for any messages. A quick glance at his screen made him groan loud enough to get an eyebrow raise from his bodyguard.

Cats. Plagg had changed every single app icon to a picture of a different cat.

It was going to be a long day.

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School, at least, started off better than his morning. The over-exaggerated set of morning affections from Chloe. The secret bro handshake with Nino. The sharp-witted comment from Alya. The flailing arrival by Marinette which he barely managed to prevent from turning into a nasty tumble. The soft feeling he got in his chest when she would blush at him for helping. It almost felt normal.

“Too bad you don’t have anyone to play pranks on today, bro,” Nino drawled, “I got Chris good today. Froze his cereal last night. Totally hilarious.” Adrien forced himself to laugh, still annoyed at his own prankster.

Surprisingly uneventful, math class finished without a single prank or sign of Plagg mischief. Adrien felt suspicious, nerves on edge for whatever his kwami might have planned next.

Pulling his books from his bag for science class, Adrien dropped them on his desk before grabbing his phone to see if he could figure out how to change the icons back.

"Dude, what is that?" Nino hissed from Adrien's side. Thinking his friend had caught sight of the cat faces (and one exceptionally unnecessary butt) on his phone, Adrien scrambled to come up with a reason for the change.

"Oh, it's just a-" Looking up at his friend, Adrien realized Nino's eyes were elsewhere. Following his gaze, Adrien found himself staring at his own notebook, tossed carelessly open on his desk. The page, which should have been blank, instead featured sketches of.... Marinette?! Hearts of various shades and sizes framed the doodle of her face. Adrien blinked for a moment, stunned by the randomness of the drawing but the feeling that he wasn’t completely opposed to it. At least until the subject of the drawing herself came walking into the classroom.

A flush burnt his cheeks as he slammed the book closed with a frantically pleading stare at Nino. His friend simply looked confused, shrugging as he sat back into his seat. Eyes turning back to Marinette, he took in her startled expression at his loud and unexpected action. Trying to ease her, he threw out what he hoped was a casual and friendly smile, despite the fact that he felt a little wild. She smiled back nervously, sliding into her seat behind him.

Adamantly avoiding opening his notebook, Adrien slid it back into his bag, hoping that somehow it landed straight on Plagg’s little obnoxious head.

Phones placed on desks and in school bags rattled and buzzed throughout the classroom.

“Akuma!” cheered Alya, already on her feet and rushing out the door to catch the latest scoop. Adrien followed in her footsteps, waving his arms in some pretense of needing to run for safety. Finding a place to hide, he called for Plagg, making sure to glare at his black cat friend before transforming.

Instantly, Chat knew something was wrong. His usually comfortable suit felt… different. A quick glance down revealed what appeared to be a tutu around his waist. Tulle bracelets wrapped his wrists and ankles, the usually sturdy boots on his feet replaced with black satin slippers. His zipper was gone—replaced with a thin black collar that housed the ever familiar golden bell at his throat. He could practically hear Plagg’s laughter. There was no way Adrien was going to give his kwami the satisfaction of begging off another of his stupid pranks.

“You think you are hilarious, don’t you, annoying little pest? Well, watch me stun the world as Chat Noir with a Tutu.”

His feet slipped slightly in the unusual soles of his temporary footwear, but he found himself making his way to where the Akuma wreaked havoc on the city of Paris. Skidding to a halt beside his partner, he posed for a moment with a grin as she stared at him in surprise.

“That’s… new,” she muttered, poking the ruffles around his middle.

“It’s not tutu much is it?” Ladybug’s annoyed glare made him laugh sharply. “Plagg decided April Fools’ Day would be a great time for a costume upgrade. So I’m proving him right.”

The akuma was simple - a man angered by a stupid prank done to him by some youth, armed with a toilet paper gun that covered the city in streamers of white cotton-y soft fabric. Chat simply danced around happily, avoiding getting tangled into the paper shot in his direction, while goofily exaggerating pirouettes and grand jetes. It took every ounce of effort not to let crass jokes roll off his tongue while they found the akuma and freed the butterfly.

Cameras out and people laughing at his silly costume made his day. At least Plagg’s inane prank gave the people of Paris smiles. With a wave to the crowd, Chat threw himself up to the rooftops as his ring chirped in warning, Ladybug hot on his tail.

“I hope that Plagg hasn’t been too hard on you today. Sounds like he’s enjoying April Fools’ Day a little too much.”

Chat grimaced. “It’s been a mess of a morning. He’s certainly going all out.”

Her hand on his arm made him smile. Taking her fingers in his, he raised them to his lips.

“Of course, not having the chance to share Plagg’s antics with you would have made the day pointless.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he kissed her knuckles before pulling away to dance on his toes. Another chirp of his ring made him toss her a quick salute before vaulting off the roof with a grin.

At least he had a chance to see her. Any day with Ladybug was a wonderful one, even if it meant being dressed in a tutu.

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A quick transformation around the corner from the school led to a wildly laughing Plagg and a mildly cussing Adrien before racing back to the front door. Crashing into Marinette was a completely unexpected event, one that knocked her clean off her feet and onto the sidewalk while he flailed about trying to maintain his own balance. Instantly, Marinette began a wide-eyed, panicked flow of words, scrambling to her feet and nearly knocking her head into his face—an incident he missed only by letting himself fall backwards.

“I’m so sorry, Adrien. I didn’t see you and I was just trying to get back to class and-” He could barely keep up with her rambling words. Standing up, he took hold of her arms and forced her to stop flailing around and look at him.

“It’s ok, Marinette. Calm down. We’re both ok, right?” She relaxed in his grasp, the relief in her eyes tangible. Taking a step, he realized his tumble had skewed his clothing, the waist of his jeans slipping dangerously low on his hips while his shirt sat crooked. Marinette’s eyes dropped to the sudden evidence of bare skin, her face flushing a brilliant scarlet red before she snapped her eyes back to his face. A sheepish grin hit his own face as he quickly pulled himself together, unable to deny the slight tingling feeling of pride he had at her reaction.

“I thought it was socks that people knocked off,” he joked, trying to make light of the moment but cringing on the inside at his near wardrobe malfunction. He gave her a smile to help reassure her before grasping her elbow and walking her up the stairs. Plagg deserved another earful and a definite cutback on his allotment of cheese today.

Slipping back into class together while everyone attempted to settle down after the akuma chaos provided no challenge. Adrien just prayed that the rest of the day would go Plagg-prank free.

Soft chuckles from Adrien’s school bag that thankfully seemed audible to only his over-sensitive ears left him cringing in worry. Breathing through his nose to keep his cool until the end of class, Adrien scooped his bag at the sound of the bell and nearly raced to the waiting car for lunch.

Flipping back the cover, he glared at a grinning Plagg lounging inside in a manner that was anything but innocent.

"No more Camembert for you." Plagg didn't even bat an eye, grinning silently to himself.

"That's what you think," the whiny little voice from deep within his bag purred. "I think tomorrow will be a wonderful day of cheese heaven."

Punctuating his statement with a satisfied thump on his stomach, Plagg flashed his teeth in a way that made Adrien excessively nervous.

Lunch break didn't last long, just long enough to shovel food into his mouth and tear apart his bedroom in a continued search for his missing underwear. His father would have a fit if he found his room in such a state but Adrien pulled things apart anyway.

A sharp rap on his door forced him to call off the search and head back to school. Only a few more hours of April Fool's Day hell from his kwami and then he could finally rest.

Thankfully, Plagg seemed to settle for the afternoon, not making any trouble or noise during both his afternoon classes. Suspiciously quiet, actually, Adrien thought, eyeing his school bag with some trepidation and a growing sense of impending bad luck. He felt on edge, considering kicking his bag to give Plagg a silent warning.

With only half an hour left of history, the sound of Marinette's phone buzzing in her backpack made Adrein nearly jump out of his seat. Turning around to see her, he watched as she scrambled to stealthily pull it from her bag. Her eyes grew wide as she read whatever was on her screen, flashing up to look at him in gaping surprise with a quickly growing spread of adorable blush across her cheeks.

He just smiled, turning his attention back to his notes. The sound of his own phone buzzing made him frown. Reaching down, he yanked it out of his bag to see a message from Marinette on his screen.

A quick swipe had it open, his eyes tearing over the contents in shock and a shiver of excitement.

"Really? You want to kiss me?"

It took all of two seconds to see why she had sent him that text, why she had looked so surprised.

Sent from his phone to hers was a text message combined with a GIF. In a brilliant, flashing yellow neon style script, the image simply said, "I woke up this morning wanting to kiss you." Beneath it, text added:

<<and I have been thinking about it all day.>>

Adrien internal visualization instantly took to imagining what it would be like to kiss Marinette. Soft and sweet, with lips that tasted like cookies. He would be lying if he didn't admit that there was… something… between them. Something that he very intentionally shoved way, way down to avoid ruining the preciousness of their friendship and because of his feelings for Ladybug.

All his careful insistence that they were only friends despite the fact that he always felt strangely drawn to her had been single handedly blown out of the water due to a certain little black cat kwami who was definitely losing all his cheese privileges.

He didn't know how to answer, thumbs hovering over his keypad. An elbow in his ribs by Nino reminded him to pay attention and hide his phone from the still rambling teacher.

Twenty minutes left. What could he say that could get him out of this situation without hurting her or making everything an awkward mess? Silently he cursed the whole premise of April Fool’s Day and his kwami’s need to be an infernal pest.

He left her hanging for the rest of the class, tempted to just bolt at the bell. Very intentionally, he tossed the phone into his bag right on Plagg’s head as he quietly gathered his school supplies still unsure what to do.

The classroom emptied quickly, other than Nino who drawled on about some jam that he’d been listening to between classes. His chatter ended abruptly with a yelp at being dragged out of the classroom by Alya’s grip on his collar.

He didn’t need to turn around to know that the only other person left in the room was Marinette. He could practically feel her standing nervously behind him.

A fortifying breath brought his pounding heart under control. He could do this - apologize that something strange had happened and that he didn’t send her that message. That he valued their friendship more than anything. That his heart belonged to someone else.

At least, he believed he could do all that until his eyes connected with hers and it felt like he was struck by lightning, pulled to her by the shocking blue of her eyes. Her lips were parted just enough, trying to breathe, he supposed - just like he was.

“Did you really want to kiss me?” she whispered, searching his face for something. He blinked, frozen in response. Yes? No? Maybe? He didn’t know. “I want to kiss you.”

Suddenly, she was there, breathing his air, closing her eyes as she leaned in and he couldn’t do anything but respond in kind. Her lips were just as soft and sweet as his brain had expected, pressed against his in a gentle, innocent kiss for little more than an instant. When she pulled away, he thought maybe his brain was broken, watching in slow motion as she gave him a shy little smile before grabbing her bag and rushing out the door.

Plagg still laughed when Adrien shoved him into a locker for fencing practice. He needed some kind of distraction to force his brain back into some level of functioning. All he could think of was the look in her eyes the moment before she shut them, the feel of her lips on his, and that smile before she ran away. Over and over.

Resting his forehead against the cool metal of his locker, Adrien took a moment to reset himself before facing his teammates and Mr. D’Argencourt. If his kwami could just give him some time to successfully make it home without causing any more trouble, he could do this.

With a nod, he stepped back, swishing his foil back and forth. Only an hour of fencing, then he’d be safe at home. It was the look on Kagami’s face that tipped him off that something was wrong, the frown she gave a second before she asked what was on his mask. Ripping it from his head, he groaned as he discovered a smiley face drawn to the front. ---

Homework done, phone returned back to normal icons, smiley face scrubbed off and underwear recovered from some unknown place - Adrien stretched before flopping face first onto his bed with a sigh of relief. Somehow, he had survived an entire day of Plagg’s foolishness.

How he was going to face Marinette tomorrow, he wasn’t completely sure, but at least it hadn’t gotten any weirder. The memory of her lips and that sweet smile would probably haunt his dreams in the most fantastic of ways. He pulled the pillow over his head with a soft moan.

A ping from his phone made him check it again. Maybe it was Marinette. Instead, the text he read made him throw his phone and glare at the kwami curled up on the pillow beside him.

<<Delivery Notification: Your order of 210 cases of Camembert cheese will be delivered by noon on April 2nd. >>

"PLAGG!"

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #miraculous fanfic #adrien agreste #plagg #adrien and plagg #plagg is a little shit #april fools day #poisson d'avril #just a little miraculous fun #lyramaearcher

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Far Cry 5 Holiday Fic Exchange 2019 [FIC]

“Surrender"

Deputy Lenni Hartfield/Jacob Seed

@fluttyseed

Happy Holidays, love! I had such a GREAT time writing this for you, and you made me fall in love with your Dep, Lenni! I hope you have the merriest of Christmases and a New Year that is so kind and wonderful to you! Many blessings.

Jacob Seed, Jacob Seed x Deputy, Jacob Seed x Lenni Hartfield, fluff, romance

“I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time, I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you’re mine, I walk the line.”

-Johnny Cash, “Walk the Line”

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Jacob loved the sound of birdsong - this was not a man who would readily admit such a thing (the great Jacob Seed, protector of Eden’s Gate with an affinity for little birds and their littler chirping? Absolutely not. Preposterous. Lies!) He hadn’t even noticed what an integral part of a Montana sunrise it was until he was thrown into the middle of nowhere in Afghanistan, his only companions being other soldiers, sand and his own thoughts; he heard no birds, only snoring from the other end of the bunk tent and the buzzing of another of those goddamned mosquitos in his ear.

Even on the nights before the shelter, before his brothers found him, nights fighting for survival in domestic conditions harsher than the desert, abandoned by the Army, by his country, by even - he thought - God, he was not abandoned by the birds who’s singing roused him every morning, reminded him that he was alive, that he’d made it through another night. The birdsong got him through that time of survival and still gently woke him now, just before sunrise, in a time of thriving.

He watched her softly, admiring the way her long lashes rested against her cheek, admiring the curve of the cupid’s bow of her lips, admiring the golden halo of curls on the pillow beneath her head, turning Lenni - deputy, warrior, lover, goddess, his Lenni - into an angel. Well, no, she was already an angel, but there, asleep next to him in his little bed against the wall of his makeshift office in the Veteran’s Center - maps tacked to the wall above them, a fan blowing softly across their sweat dampened skin from the heat of a Hope County summer, (even early in the day like that) and their proximity - she really did look the part.

Finally, he could stand it no more and carded his rough, calloused fingers through those golden curls. She made a tiny noise, like a kitten, and pressed closer to him, making the soldier smile and pull her closer.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmured into her hair.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she half whined. “Five more minutes…”

“Shhh, it's okay,” Jacob pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “It’s just past dawn. We have plenty of time. Go back to sleep.”

Lenni nuzzled in under his chin, and drifted back off.

+++

She was still sleeping when he managed to carefully, and reluctantly, disentangle himself from her and stand - stretching and cracking his neck before starting some coffee in the old coffee maker he’d scrounged up from what had been the center’s kitchen and, once it was ready, sitting at his desk and beginning his day’s work.

The notes to the side of the largest map that took up most of his desk must have seemed like gibberish to anyone but him - or of course, someone else who’d served (old habits always have died the hardest, after all). There were red and green lines denoting Eden’s Gate territory and territory reclaimed by the so-called “resistance” that he often felt like he was only borrowing Lenni - his Lenni, from. The worrying number of outposts marked as “reclaimed” by that “merry” band of hilljacks, and the lines of Eli Palmer’s Whitetail Militia - the bastards - painted an extremely worrying picture.

The resistance hadn’t worried him until he’d come face to face with - or more like his throat to her knife with - Lenni, seen how capable and forceful she could be, and what a good leader she was. That was what the resistance had lacked until her involvement: a leader. Jerome Jeffries tried, but was less effective than Jacob assumed he thought he was; Mary May Fairgrave was tough, and clever, but not a uniter; and that Rye kid, Nick, Kim’s husband (now Kim, Jacob thought, Kim Rye was another capable woman) would have loaded up that obnoxious yellow plane of his with his wife and flown like hell for Missoula the second Lenni’d…liberated the plane from John’s ranch, if he’d been given half the chance. But then along came little miss deputy, little miss blonde curls and sparkling eyes and sunkissed cheeks, dotted with freckles from her time in the sun, and little miss button nose and little miss pink cheeks and -

Jacob had to chuckle to himself, even staring down the gravity of Eden’s Gate’s current precarious situation; Lenni drove him to distraction in even the most dire of times. God, he loved her.

“What’s so funny?” She asked softly as she sat up, stretching in much the way he had.

“You invade my thoughts, constantly; do you know that?” He asked, steepling his fingers together, elbows on his desk, leaning forward to meet her eyes from across the room. “Here I am, perfectly innocently staring down how absolutely fucked we are and of course, do you know where my thoughts decide to drift?” He asked, grinning a little. “To your freckles. To your lips.”

The look she gave him was indecipherable. “Wait-”

“What?”

She stood and made a beeline for his desk, leaning over the map from the opposite side. “What do you mean ‘how absolutely fucked we are’?”

He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head, and leaned the front legs of his chair off the floor, trying to appear nonchalant, as though this didn’t scare part of him absolutely witless. “Your little resistance -” she made a face at the somewhat pejorative adjective - “is proving very capable under your leadership.”

Jacob saw that old familiar look of conflict on her face; here she was, quite literally sleeping with the resistance’s enemy, with the people who kidnapped and killed and held folks hostage, and who she’d been actively working to overthrow. But that wasn’t…Jacob. Jacob was her Jacob. He existed somewhere out of space and out of time in their current situation, at least to her, but he knew that she knew, deep down, that she was deluding herself. Her torn look didn’t suit her; he hated being the cause of the lines of worry that crossed that beautiful face. Her eyes were darker than usual as she let herself get a little lost in thought that morning.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked eventually, as she stared down at the map, still.

Finally, Lenni raised her eyes, and he noticed how wet they were. “Jacob, how does this end?”

“Well, if you ask my brother, in fire and flood.”

She tsk’d. “Be serious.”

“I am.”

“I mean us. Where does this end? How do we…” she swallowed something that sounded painful and caught in her throat, “How do we make it out of this?”

“Darlin’, I don’t think we’re going to have a picket fence and two point five kids anytime soon.”

Lenni stared at him - more into him, if he was being honest, and finally said, “What do we do, Jacob? How do we…”

“Fix this?” He finished for her as she trailed off.

“Yeah.”

“I’m not sure we can.”

+++

It ate at him, as she slipped away under the cover of the morning’s drill activities, disappearing into the trees of the Whitetail mountains like she’d never been there, like she’d never been tangled in his bedsheets, like their love wasn’t treasonous and all-consuming.

He wanted her, more than he’d ever wanted anything. He wanted a future. He wanted to leave this place with her and that goofy, fluffy-tailed dog of hers and never come back. He wanted a regular job and a sedan and to be awoken late at night by the sound of a newborn over a baby monitor.

Were things like that not for men like him? Had God forsaken him a second time? Or had Joseph just led them all astray? Did they follow a false prophet?

Jacob Seed stood on his balcony of the old, dilapidated Veteran’s Center, and realized what he had to do. He stepped back inside whistling an old Platters’ song that he usually heard only in his dreams.

+++

Finding a truck that wasn’t a garish disaster of Eden’s Gate iconography (thanks John,) proved harder than even he’d thought. Finally he found one that someone had stolen from one of the deputies - probably Lenni, he thought, if he was being honest. That girl had a way of leaving vehicles dotted all over the county with little regard for ever fetching them and yet she somehow seemed to have an eye for every vehicle Eden’s Gate could use - and of course every fuel truck they tried to run absolutely anywhere. But once he slipped into the driver’s seat, and jammed a baseball cap on his head to hide his distinctive shock of red hair - at least at first glance - and gave himself the world’s worst, and most useless pep-talk, he started the truck and took a roundabout way down the mountain, toward his brother’s ranch, and past it towards Fall’s End.

He made sure he arrived late; most of the resistance already resting, and the white clapboard church was mostly abandoned except for the flicker of candlelight in a room upstairs. Father Jerome sat, silhouetted in the window. Jacob prayed - prayed for forgiveness, for strength, for his brother to be wrong - before parking, and sneaking in a back door.

“Father?” He called quietly, in a voice that didn’t even sound like his own.

Silence, and then: “…Jacob?”

“I mean you absolutely no harm. I’m unarmed.”

More quiet, and then the creaking of floorboards above him, and Jerome, with his bulletproof vest firmly in place, and his shotgun held in front of him - which made Jacob raise his hands in supplication, to prove he told the truth - descended the spiral staircase, somewhat hidden toward the back of the church.

“What do you want with me, Jacob Seed?” Jacob met his eyes; soldier to soldier, man to man.

For her. All for her. Anything for her.

Joseph could not win.

Jacob swallowed, and said only: “I want to join the resistance.”

+++

“You’ve got a way to keep me on your side, You give me cause for love that I can’t hide. For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide, Because you’re mine, I walk the line…”

#jacob seed/deputy #jacob seed #deputy oc #jacob seed/lenni hartfield #fluff #romance #gift: fic #fc5holidayexchange #fluttyseed #submission

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lady-dimitrescus-loving-wife · 5 years

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The Demon || Gaara x Reader

Warning: joki gisei Gaara, Chubby Reader, slight blood and gore, self inflicted injuries, obsessive behavior, clingyness, rape talk.

Self harm Gaara.

What's happening: Shukaku, being Gaara's tailed beast decides to show himself more after he finds that the redhead has fallen for a girl. In a fit of paranoia and fear Gaara tries to get rid of him during one of Shukaku's attacks.

"Demon talk."

'Thoughts.'

"Regular talk, of course."

Bad end.

Request by: @daywalker70 (on Wattpad)

You sat by the redhead bedside watching him rest, body bandaged and face twisted in a bit of pain. The moon shines into the room dancing over his pale skin and if you hadn't of been scared of waking his already weakened body you would have pressed a had to his tattoo, to gently rub it and tell him everything was okay.

You perked when you heard a knocking on the door and a smile dusted your face as you stood. You turned to it to see your boyfriend, for a split second a frown crossed your face but quickly hid it. He seemed content until a glare came to his face at seeing how was in the nursing bed next to you. Roughly he gripped your hand making you yelp, you bit your lip but it was too late.

Gaara had already stirred awake. He didn't say anything as he tried to focus his hearing and vision, his throat had been dry and his head had been screaming at him. Usually he'd be healed by now but Shukaku was an asshole. What fun would it be if the teen healed already? He tilted his head in your direction watching in silence.

(B/f/n) (boyfriend's name), frowned yanking you away from the bed to which you stumbled, regaining your feet, you stood and pulled away from him. He never liked Gaara, no one did. Even when the redhead was only a kid, they all hated him. You had heard rumors of the male's 'tailed beast', but you couldn't help but want to help.

"What did I tell you about hanging out with that freak?!" He growled at you and you huffed. "Don't call him a freak..." you said simply, trying to keep it cool. Gaara was like a brother to you. You boyfriend towered over you, eyes cold and angry before he grabbed your shoulders in a tight grip slamming you against the hard wall where you whimpered.

"(Y/n)! Do you hear yourself? Just look at him-" He paused as he looked over to the bed where Gaara had been resting. The redhead's eyes dark and vicious before you noticed some sand surfacing from under the bed spinning and twitching in anger. His gorge had still been open somehow. Slowly he sat up and you butted in slapping the other male's hands away from you.

"G-Gaara-kun! Please lay back down!" You spoke as you went to get close to him, if If wasn't for the fear your boyfriend had felt he would have grabbed you. He had always been a coward anyway. Gaara gave the other teen a cold blooded look that could shake anyone to the bone as he spoke not looking to you yet.

"What's going on?" He spoke. He wasn't asking for an answer, he was demanding one. You glanced down feeling something tickling your legs and noticed the sand clinging to you, almost protectively. You looked back at him before getting into his view. His eyes froze as he looked to you finally and not your scum boyfriend, slowly he calmed and he almost reached out to you to cup your cheek.

A scoff came from behind you and the redhead perked to look over you to see your boyfriend had left. He was irritated to say the most and something in him made him want to stand and chase him down no matter how bad his body was aching. Carefully you pressed your hand to his chest pushing him back down, a blush lightly dusting his cheeks. However, you ignored it and spoke, worry seeping in.

"I should be asking you that question... do you know why you're here?" You asked, taking a seat in the chair you had next to his bed. He shook his head, his memories not hitting him yet. You sighed.

"I found you tore up and beaten, but I couldn't think of anyone with balls big enough to do that to you...and you never let your guard down.." you stated looking away. Your voice had faded a bit as he thought back and suddenly it hit him like a sack of bricks.

"(Y/n)."

"You can't have (y/n). You're a monster after all!" Came a blazing cackle from the sand demon, the noise ringing all over his head forcing the male to slap his hands over his ears in an attempt for silence.

"You think that's gonna work boy? Try again!" The demon yelled and Gaara sunk to the ground, dark pants roughly hitting the hard ground. It had been quiet, the moon had been hidden by dark clouds, and from each comer of his teal eyes it seemed shadows tried to snatch him. To yank him away from reality.

"Stop it! Please stop!" The teen cried out as he dug his teeth into his tongue not caring for the metallic taste that came from it or the metallic smell that flooded his nostrils as he harshly dug his nails into the skin of his head.

His head felt like it was being crushed as laughter and screams danced all over it. Everyone hated him...

"Gaara-kun! Have you eaten today?"

"Gaara-kun, let's hang out! It's been a while."

"People are trash, well not all of them."

"Sleep with me Gaara-kun...I'm scared."

"I don't think you're a monster, Gaara."

The girl suddenly flooded his head, even if it was a split second. His eyes watered until tears ran down his pale cheeks. Her gorgeous (e/c) eyes, her soft (h/l) (h/c) hair that was always lively, her smooth (s/t) skin that always shines beautifully in the sun and moon alike, and god her smile, her smile that he was lucky to see. Lucky to have.

He couldn't let anyone else have that smile, it was meant for him and him alone. His thoughts wavered as a toothy creature appeared in his head.

Shukaku gave a sinister grin and Gaara felt his breath getting taken away, like he was drowning. He reached out to the demon, to another version of himself, to whom stood there smiling. Then he closed his eyes that had been bloodshot and exhausted not feeling the hand that desperately tried to help him.

Then he woke in the hospital, body bruised and damaged. Skin torn and eyes bloodshot once again but she was there, she had always been there.

"Gaara!"

Came her voice and he jumped, the bed wiggled at the moment before he looked over to her, her eyes teary and hands clutching the side of his bed. He stared, wide eyed as she spoke.

"Jesus, please. If you remember anything please tell me so I can report it!"

At that he gave a soft smile shaking his head. No one would help him, not only him but a few would refuse to help her as well.

A demon's maid.

They'd call her. It mad him angry, furious even. His blood boiled but he carefully reached over and grabbed her hands making her look up. He'd be stupid to not use this situation to his advantage though. If she ever found out though...well let's not think about that. He smiled softly to which she repeated the move making his heart jump.

"I'm fine (y/n), I just let my guard down and some villagers attacked me. J-just don't leave my side...okay?" So what if it was a bit of a lie, in the end he still ended up injured. The girl nodded quickly, it's not like she had family anyway. Her mother died a couple years ago and her father left her. At least they wouldn't get in the way now.

That's right.

The redhead winced at the voice but the girl didn't seem to take much notice in it.

You were sleeping, your head pressed against a firm chest as a hand tangled itself in your hair. You felt your eyebrows furrow lightly before stirring a bit. He stared at you as you slept, his heart beating at full speed and cheeks a bit red as you slept so innocently against him. He was trying to hold back, to not wake you, to not wake up and take you by force. It's been a while since he had gotten out the hospital and currently you both had been camping.

He could hear the birds chirping and the sounds of the grass blowing in the winds, could see the shadows of grass on the other side of the tent wall as the sun shined over you both keeping it warm. He couldn't sleep, like always but it was different this time. It wasn't just Shukaku but the fact that you were so close to him. When his pants had tightened he growled lightly, you turning made the situation even worse though.

You bumped into him, his hand finding your thick thigh and he knew he should pull away but his body wasn't listening, acting on its own as his hand started to dig pants the hem of your clothes and underwear along the smooth skin. His eyes rolled a bit, just touching you made him rock hard, just being near and smelling you was enough damn. His eyes snapped back at you when you made a soft confused noise wiggling away from the touch.

He didn't stop you at the second but once he was sure you were still sleep he chased you before pressing firmly against you again. His chest against your back, knees against the back of yours and finally his member against the cliff of your round ass, twitching excitedly. He grabbed your hips again, carefully before he started to pull your clothes down holding you tightly as you made light irritated noises.

He was panting deeply, breath raged and harsh as he pressed his nose deep into your hair almost to the scalp taking in your delicious scent. Shukaku purred in his head edging him on.

"Oh yeah! Put it in! She'll love it!"

He hooted and Gaara almost listened, almost ripped off your clothes and had his way with you, almost raped you. He yanked away sitting up with a gasp as if he had just survived from quicksand. Air filled him and he jumped again when you called out to him, voice sleepy and confused and for some reason you couldn't help but feel violated.. He was sweating, hands over the blanket that had been over his erect leaking cock.

"G-Gaara? What's wrong?" You asked and he closed his eyes snapping them back open at the image of the demon inside of him. His eyes were dark and...scared at the same time. He looked over your body, shirt hanging a little on your shoulders and shorts over those lush thighs. Thoughts jumped all over his head until he thought of one, he slowly looked away before speaking.

"Break up with (b/f/n), (y/n).." he spoke and you perked, you hadn't expected that and maybe asking why wasn't a good idea but you did want to know. You and your boyfriend had been dating for years and except for the verbal and physical abuse it was a nice relationship, not to mention he was the only other you had left in your life..

"Why? Did something happen?" You asked and he tensed. A frown came over your lips, did (b/f/n) hurt him? Damn it! You clenched your fist and nodded slowly. You didn't need a reason, Gaara was family.

A brother after all.

Gaara smiled lightly hearing you speak. "F-Fine.."

—

Aight since I'm lazy and I need to think about how to finish this it's gonna be a two parter! Sorry but I need to come up with a way to finish it and the requester didn't give me anything specific to work on so it's only on me at this point.

I'll try to make the second part if you guys want! Please be patient though cause I am a huge procrastinator..

I hope you all enjoyed somehow even though it's a bit messy!

-A

#gaara #naruto #request from my wattpad #first part #yandere #x reader #chubby reader

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classywastelandbread-blog · 7 years

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Honored Spirits: Voices

Watch out, there’s some violence and gore in here. Not a lot, but it’s there.

Soba had tangled itself around his legs and lap, its head pillowed on his chest while Udon was more aloof, draping itself over his shoulders. It wasn’t particularly succeeding though, curling its head over his shoulder on the side opposite of Soba’s head so it could read the screen over his shoulder.

“Elena rushed forward, screaming, and the lizards fled into the darkness. But long before she reached the bassinet, she could see what had happened to the infant’s face, and she knew the child must be dead. The lizards scattered into the rainy night, chirping and squealing, leaving behind only bloody three-toed tracks, like birds.”

McCree paused and Soba and Udon bobbed their heads excitedly. I am pretending to be the biting lizard, he thought he heard a voice say as Soba leaned up and licked his cheek. Its tongue was rough like a cat’s and he laughed as he turned to the next page on the screen.

“Silly,” he told Soba, scratching at the base of its horns with his free hand. “Are you pretending to be the baby-eating lizard?”

On his other side, Udon opened its jaws enormously wide, baring its fangs and fat, forked tongue. He pretended to be afraid of it as it very gently closed its jaws in front of him. In an act that was surprising of Udon, who tended to be the more serious of the two, it snapped its neck forward - not unlike a striking snake’s - and licked his face from jaw to brow.

“Hey!” McCree protested with a loud laugh. He wiped at his face even though the dragons weren’t physical creatures and thus didn’t salivate. There was still the sensation of it, though he knew it was pretty much just in his imagination. “You damn beastie!”

Soba wiggled on his lap, nudging his chin and neck with its scaly nose. It seemed to be laughing - in the darkest corners of his mind, he heard a whisper of an echo of laughter and he tried not to dwell on it and his crumbling sanity.

“If you two troublemakers are done,” he said, only pretending to be annoyed. Both dragons bobbed their heads with their teeth bared - their equivalent of great silly grins - and he laughed. “Do you want to continue?”

What happens next? The voice in his head whispered.

Swallowing hard, McCree ignored it and began reading the next page of the book.

Beneath the table at dinner, the dragons coiled around his and Hanzo’s legs. Though they couldn’t (and didn’t) eat, Soba still rested its head on McCree’s lap like a dog begging for food. Absently he scratched at the little spikes behind its horns and ears; against his leg he could feel its throat rumble in a purr.

Smooch, he thought he heard a voice say and tried not to twitch. A glance up showed that no one looked to have said anything of the sort.

Where one voice was, another was sure to follow close by. Relatively speaking, of course.

What is smooch?

They had been getting louder lately. At first he had heard them infrequently as barely-there whispers. Now they were becoming more and more frequent - and louder.

Frankly, it scared him - what wasn’t there to be afraid of when you suddenly started hearing voices? His only consolation, what little there was, was that the voices never really seemed to be talking to him, just around him.

But real life wasn’t like the movies and mental illness was a real concern, especially for men in his profession, with his past. The last thing he wanted to do, the last way he wanted to die, was by something that he couldn’t see with the naked eye.

So for now he kept it to himself, tried not to twitch too much when he heard them. It had to be wishful thinking, it had to be something in his mind, but it was very easy to remind himself that the voices weren’t real given some of the things they said.

Mostly, about Hanzo. Specifically, him and Hanzo. How they were perfect together, how adorable they would be. The voices talked about marriage and children, of retiring from active field duty and killing to settle down. Their discussions made something inside him hurt because he knew that at the end of the day, Hanzo would never settle with a man like McCree.

Smooch means kiss, the first voice said. It was the more talkative of the two, with a slightly higher pitch. Both voices were deep, almost thunderous, and it took McCree a while to realize that there was a difference between the two.

He didn’t like that he had heard them enough to know the difference.

What about smooch? The second voice asked. Its voice was very slightly deeper than the first, gruffer, and spoke far less.

The first voice laughed as Soba nipped at his fingers beneath the table. McCree and Hanzo should smooch.

They should mate, the second voice corrected. They would be good mates.

There was a reason that he could convince himself that the voices weren’t real: they spoke of strangely silly things with an equally-strange sort of innocence.

They clearly love each other, the first voice agreed. Why don’t they mate?

The second voice grunted. They are afraid, it said almost gently. It’s easy to misconstrue things. Humans are silly creatures, after all.

Humans are rather silly, the first voice agreed. But Hanzo likes McCree and McCree likes Hanzo. It is so simple. It sighed.

They should smooch, the second voice said, strangely out of character for what he had learned of it.

Yes! The first voice said with a surprisingly lighthearted laugh. They should smooch. They would like it, I’m sure - if only they weren’t so silly!

To McCree’s relief, the two voices stopped talking and he continued his dinner, hoping that his unease wasn’t noticeable. He didn’t want to be called “crazy” after all, and the last thing he wanted was to have them pull him out of the field.

He wasn’t a danger to the team, after all...just to his own liver.

That night if he drank himself to sleep, it was no one’s business but his own. And if he dreamt of hands calloused by years of combat and archery, of dark eyes and magical tattoos that glowed with blue light, then that was a secret that he would take to his grave.

The roar of the spirits as they were released was deafening.

It seemed that the night sky over Dorado was lit up by electric blue. Their twin roars bounced off the brick and stucco walls and even though he knew them in all of their forms, he felt his knees lock up in surprise and terror when he saw the twin spirits bearing down on his position.

Thing was, no one wanted to test to see if someone that was not a Shimada could withstand the roar of the spirits coursing through them. It was something that they weren’t even sure they could use Mercy’s Caduceus staff to offset. More, even the brothers themselves weren’t sure that a Shimada could withstand having a dragon turned on them. Hanzo and Genji of course had stories of turning on the clan and hunting down its members - but none of them had used their dragons on them.

They had wanted the deaths to be personal.

It had been a surprise to McCree to learn that Hanzo hadn’t actually turned his dragons on Genji that night. The dragons - all three of them - had been elsewhere, one of the reasons that they were now so cautious to keep their human hosts nearby. Hanzo really had only once turned Soba and Udon on Genji: when Genji invited him to join Overwatch and Ramen had protected him.

Once when he was drunk, Hanzo had told McCree what it had felt to feel his own spirits burning through him. Like fire, he had said, and lightning, and water. It burned and it froze and it felt like he was about to be washed away to be forgotten.

And those were his own spirits.

McCree had seen enemies waste away, turning to brilliant red smears, or being carried away like a kite in the winds of a hurricane - everyone had. No one wanted to be a part of it and they scrambled out of the way whenever they heard Hanzo use the incantation to summon their battle forms.

More deafening than their spectral roars were their voices. GET AWAY FROM HIM!

HE IS OURS!

His breath was stolen from him for an entirely different reason. There were two different voices that he had been hearing for the past month or so and now they boomed louder than thunder with no substance to their roars.

It had been the dragons.

Of course it had been them. He laughed breathlessly. There were questions, of course - a thousand questions bouncing around in his head - but now was not the time to voice them. McCree had many other things on his mind, like the burning in his midsection, the rattling of his punctured chestplate as he moved, the burning line of burgundy liquid that spilled from his side.

The dragons twisted around each other like a glowing hurricane. Then, unlike every other time they were summoned in battle, they split: Soba twisted around McCree protectively, looking as delicate as spun glass, while Udon continued to twist, destroying the stragglers in the alley.

ARE YOU HURT? Soba roared.

Breathing hard, McCree found himself slipping, listing to the side. He braced himself for the burning-freezing-shocking sensation that Hanzo had described but Soba’s side only felt...cool. Like the cool fingers of the evening wind after the heat of the desert sun.

Are you hurt? Soba asked again, its thunderous voice much softer, gentler. McCree, please be alright. It twisted around, shoving its whiskered nose into his stomach.

McCree groaned breathlessly when it pressed on the wounds there. Soba wailed as if it could feel his pain; Udon, who had begun to drift over, disappeared into a brilliant blue mist - returning to Hanzo, perhaps to lead him to McCree, perhaps to report what was found.

“Shh, darlin’,” McCree muttered, burying the fingers of his free hand into Soba’s electric blue mane. Unlike when it was in “noodle form”, Soba’s mane now was longer and bluer - really, its entire body was entirely blue, a jarring shift from the accents of gold he was used to seeing in its golden mane, the tufts of its tail, and its branching horns. “I’m alright.”

You’re not, Soba wailed, nudging its snout closer once more. It was more gentle, its enormous nostrils moving as it seemed to sniff the air. Hanzo had once said that as non-physical beings, they had no ability to taste or smell and no need to breathe - the movement of their sides and nostrils only made it appear that they were doing so.

McCree chuckled, letting himself slip down until he was sitting with his legs extended, leaning his back against the side of the spirit coiled around him. He groaned as his wound was jostled. “C’mere, darlin’,” he said, patting his knee. “Lemme pet you.”

I should be getting you help, Soba said miserably. You shouldn’t be the one comforting me.

Chuckling, McCree gestured for the spirit again. “Naw, darlin’,” he said. “C’mere. Let Udon do the work. Lemme just...lemme just lean on you. C’mere.” Soba shifted after a long pause, twisting so its head rested obligingly on his knee. “Sorry ‘bout the blood, darlin’,” he mumbled, beginning to list to the side until he was caught by Soba’s elbow.

Bleeding on me is not something you should be worried about, Soba said disapprovingly, nudging him gently with its big nose.

“Maybe not,” McCree said faintly with a wheeze. The edges of his vision was turning black and his free hand was very awkwardly stroking in Soba’s mane, becoming clumsier and heavier. Now it was more like an absentminded kind of pat, something that probably wasn’t very comfortable. The little spikes along its neck and nuchal crest bit even through the leather of his glove though it could have only been wishful thinking on his part. “But it’s not something I want you to worry about.”

The spirit twisted. You can hear me, it said wonderingly.

McCree laughed weakly. More blood spilled out, as red as his serape which...he wasn’t sure where it was anymore. His chestplate was a crumpled mess from Doomfist’s punch; he certainly had broken ribs. He could taste copper on his lips.

He was going to die of shock or blood loss.

Worse, Soba would have to deal with that death.

“Yeah,” he mumbled and struggled to right himself. His limbs felt leaden. “Darlin’, help me up.”

You need to be still, Soba said miserably. Keep pressure on your wounds - help is on the way.

It was too late, McCree was sure. He didn’t share this with the spirit dragon. “I think I hear somethin’,” he told the spirit around a leaden tongue. “Need my gun.” He wanted Soba to go - he didn’t want it to see him die like this, sprawled out in an alley.

Surprisingly, it was true. Metal feet struck the ground with more noise than they usually did as McCree continued to list to the side. He draped over the back of Soba’s neck and it whined in distress, its tail snapping like an agitated cat’s. Blue lightning that felt like cool fingers against McCree’s overheated skin sparked over its scales.

“McCree!” the angel said thickly. There was a clatter and his head was pressed between two hands. One of them was gloved.

The angel fumbled with his chestplate and he groaned in pain. Though he could barely see - bloodloss probably, or perhaps he had simply closed his eyes at some point - he saw and felt the gentle golden glow of a biotic emitter.

“76 ‘s not gonna like tha’ you stole ‘t,” he tried to mumble.

Save your strength, Udon said though McCree couldn’t see or feel it.

McCree sighed and gave in and his world faded into darkness.

Smooching is my new favorite word.

It didn’t come out as happy and light-hearted as I had wanted it to but I can’t really find it in myself to be disappointed in it. I’m not proud of it but I am certainly satisfied.

#serious noodles #Jesse McCree #Hanzo Shimada #McHanzo #sorry for any errors #Dorado is one of my favorite maps to play Hanzo #McCree is hearing voices #DC writes #Honored Spirits

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kohakuhime · 7 years

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Post-canon snippet involving baby!Rowen and shenanigans with stairs. I couldn’t resist, haha!

“You look tired, mate,” Valon remarks, arching an eyebrow at Raphael.

Valon has a rare day off from the shop and he’s not currently needed on set for the stunts, so he’s decided to visit Raphael. When he’s let in, it’s to find his godson/unofficial nephew cooing and giggling in the playpen, Ellie taking a nap upstairs, and his best friend trying to do chores while half asleep. When Valon enters the house, his older friend momentarily sits down in the recliner.

This proves to be a fatal error on Raphael’s part. Sitting down just seems to remind him that he’s bone tired, and his eyelids start drooping closed in spite of themselves.

“Doin’ chores tuckerin’ you out that much?” Valon asks teasingly.

Raphael’s reply is marred by a yawn and Valon can’t make heads or tails of the uttered vowels. Raphael is already nodding off in the recliner—he made the mistake of getting comfortable. His next words are mumbled and slurred. “His tummy’s b’n upset pass couple nights.”

The last sentence gave Valon some context about the rest of the missing reply, at the very least. It’s also because Raphael is now a parent and because Ellie’s likely influenced him that Valon does not laugh at his burly best friend saying the word tummy.

His gaze shifts over at the baby when there’s a frustrated growl—Rowen is trying his best to climb out of the playpen, tiny feet scrabbling for purchase on the mesh lining of the playpen. “You want me t’ watch Ro for a bit, fella?” he asks.

He’s not as good at watching kids as Rowen’s other godfather is, but Raphael is looking remarkably glassy eyed. His eyes wander back over to the baby as Rowen lets out another loud grunt, trying to escape his comfortably furnished prison. “You could stand t’ catch a nap yourself.”

There’s an unintelligible grunt as a reply. Valon’s gaze shifts over and it’s to find Raphael is already fast asleep, chin pillowed on his chest and breathing evenly.

“I guess tha’s a yes,” he murmurs, hands on his hips. The older man shifts and mutters as Valon pops the recliner up, and to Valon’s amusement Raphael actually rolls onto his side in the chair. He reaches for a blanket and carefully drapes it over the softly snoring form in the chair.

Rowen’s voice rises as he starts to fuss. Valon sees Raphael’s brow start to furrow and he crosses the room; he’ll try to let Raphael catch a nap. He peers down at the baby with a grin when he gets to the playpen. “’ey there, kiddo!” he greets, cheerful but keeping his voice low.

Rowen’s clouded face brightens and he reaches up. “Van, up up!” he chirps, making grabby hands.

Valon obliges and lifts Rowen up out of the playpen. “Jailbreak, kiddo!” he says brightly. “You received a gov’ner’s pardon!”

Almost immediately Rowen tugs on Valon’s hair happily, another hand reaching for his goggles.

“Oi, now, you little scamp,” Valon laughs, gently untangling Rowen’s hand out of his hair. “Let my hair alone.”

He looks around and notes the scattered toys, the small piles of sorted laundry waiting to be washed, the newspapers on the table, the empty bottles and mugs. “Wha’ say you ‘n’ I try cleaning up for your dad, huh?”

Rowen coos, already chewing placidly on his own fingers. Valon pulls up a rubber teething ring and swaps it out for Rowen. Valon ruffles his hair and makes to put the baby down (you can’t do chores with one hand) when Rowen lets out the starts of a distressed yowl. From the recliner, Raphael shifts and mutters.

“Shhh, kiddo,” Valon says hastily, and Rowen beams up at him as he gnaws on the teething ring.

Valon tries several more times with increasingly louder protests before he gives up. Okay, so Rowen doesn’t want to be put down. For the sake of allowing his friend a well-earned nap, Valon will have to carry Rowen around as he cleans.

He remembers where Raphael left the baby sling. He’d joked about how Raphael looked like an overlarge kangaroo with matching boomerang sideburns while wearing the harness (which had earned a friendly cuff to the back of his head from Raphael), but now it’s his turn to wear it.

Once he finds it hanging up in the closet, though, he eyeballs it warily. He sets Rowen on the floor to try and figure out how to don the weird…backpack? Sling? Torture device? What is this?

It takes three different attempts, lots of twisting and getting his arms tangled in the straps, and a lot of muttered curses not meant for innocent baby ears, but he finally manages to pull the sling on properly. “Okay, Ro, time to—“

Valon’s heart stops in his chest as he looks down.

Rowen is gone.

Valon looks around wildly, trying not to immediately panic. There’s not that many places for a baby to go, is there? And yet somehow, Rowen is not immediately in sight. What the hell? What did Rowen do, grow wings?

“Ro?” he stage-whispers, eyes darting nervously around. He searches the room where Raphael is sleeping cautiously, peering behind furniture and in laundry piles. No sign of his unofficial nephew.

This is why he didn’t watch babies, he thought with a groan—Alister is infinitely better at babysitting than he is. There’s a cheerful gurgle from the staircase as he rounds the corner, and Valon slowly looks up with growing dread.

Three things cross his mind as he finds Rowen, halfway up the staircase and grinning down at him with a toothless smile:

Ro can crawl. Ro can climb stairs.

WHY IS ROWEN STANDING ON THE STAIRS.

He watches Rowen start tilting precariously forward from his spot on the edge of the step and Valon is bounding up before he’s realized he’s moved. Hands outstretched, a startled “oof!” escaping him as he falls flat on the stairs just as Rowen falls into his hands. He ignores the rug burn sensation on his nose and forehead, turning frantic eyes on his godson.

Thankfully the baby doesn’t cry. Instead he giggles, clapping his hands. “Van!” he coos, reaching for Valon’s goggles again.

Valon blows air upward to clear his bangs from his face, staring at Rowen with wide eyes. “You little bugger,” he breathes, starting to grin in spite of himself. “You want me to get in trouble with your dad?”

The thought crosses his mind and he peers over the banister cautiously. If Raphael learns that Valon allowed Rowen to climb stairs and potentially fall—if he heard the crash on the stairs—

Nope. Raphael is still out like a light. As long as Rowen doesn’t fuss, his father is dead to the world. Good.

He casts a cautious gaze up the stairs as well, making sure Ellie isn’t coming to investigate either. After a moment, he relaxes as he rises to his feet. Both parents are still asleep and oblivious.

“All right, scamp, no more wanderin’,” he says firmly, securing Rowen in the harness. He’ll have to tell Ellie and Raphael their son’s figured out stairs now—that child gate Alister had gotten them at the baby shower will finally see some use. “Let’s get cleanin’.”

#kohaku writes #valon #raphael #oc: rowen knighton #oc: ellie monroe

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shellelyn2 · 7 years

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Newt Scamander’s Official Reference Guide to Sleeping & Cuddling: Written By YOU.

In other words, my obsession with Newt has gone too far. Send help. This post is gif heavy, and quite lengthy, and I’m sorry (not) sorry?! Also, this is my thank you for 100 (and climbing) followers. Enjoy your fluff cuddles. *wink*

Your sweet darling, Newt Scamander, loves homemade, heartfelt gifts - especially when they come from you.

You present to him a leather bound journal, wrapped with twine:

Newt smiles and kisses your cheek.

“What is this, my love?”

Upon opening the cover he reads the inscription:

-My sweetheart, You are so precious and I love you with all of my heart. In this “reference guide” I have listed several scenarios in which I have observed how we sleep and/or cuddle. I know, at times, you can be timid attempting to communicate your feelings for me and vice versa. To avoid any such reserve from either one of us in the future, I have come up with a series of code names and fluff classifications for each scenario. All we have to do, when words are not enough, is refer to this guide. For example: If you say – “The Graphorn could sure use a little love tonight.” I’ll know exactly what you mean. We will add more scenarios as our life together unfolds. With all my heart, I love you so. -Your darling

P.S. Fluff Classification range from 1 to 5 X’s depending on the level of affection.

xxxxx

The Occamy/Occamy Egg - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when YOU have a horrible day at work or memories of your past came back to haunt you.

“The Second Salemers were in the streets again.” You shivered and laid down on the bed coiling into the tightest fetal position you could manage. “That woman, Ms. Barebone, she was just staring at me with such darkness in her eyes. I thought she knew…”

Newt rubbed your back as he climbed onto the bed next to you.

“Don’t worry my darling, mum’s here.”

He spooned the curvature of your body tightly, his chest against your back, and his chin tucked into your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist as he clasped his hands together at your stomach. You put your hands over his and trembled. You concentrated on the feeling of him all around, including his legs which were perfectly aligned with yours.

“My love, you are safe. I’m here. Nothing will come between us.”

Newt would not dare anyone to come near you right now. He was your Occamy; the wrath of which could be ferocious. He would protect the fragile shell surrounding you at all costs.

The Mooncalf - Fluff Classification XXXX

For when either one of you are a little slap happy and/or hungry.

Newt entered your bedroom with a plate FULL of dark chocolate chip cookies that you had freshly baked that afternoon.

“You’ve found the stash, I see?”

He chewed a cookie dramatically while flopping in front of you on the bed. “Mmm…” He grinned, crumbs scattered across his face, and probably in his hair too, “These are delicious.”

You sat with your back against the headboard and Newt climbed into your lap, facing you, his knees straddling either side of your legs.

“Umphhfff, honey..”

He snickered, child-like, and you wondered what kind of potion he had accidentally ingested.

“Feed me, my darling?”

The Graphorn - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when either one of you are feeling needy and/or affectionate.

It had been a particularly long day for Newt - working on his manuscript, feeding the creatures, and taking care of business for the ministry. The only thing on his mind was crawling into bed next to you and falling asleep.

“I missed you all day.” He whimpered, kissing your cheek and snuggling into your neck.

“Aw, darling.” You kissed the top of his head, “I missed you too.”

Newt wrapped both arms around your neck and you did the same to him. You rested your foreheads together and memorized each other’s eyes.

“I love you.” Newt sighed affectionately, moving so his cheek rested against yours. You rubbed your cheeks together, alternating between each side. Then your noses. Then your lips.

“I really need to kiss you now.” Newt cooed, cupping each side of your neck with his callused hands.

The kiss started softly, you tangled both of your hands into his hair and pulled gently. Newt moaned against your lips and pulled you closer, cupping your cheeks with his palms.

After a prolonged kissing session you fell asleep on the same pillow, completely tangled, your foreheads pressed together and both sets of your hands clasped tightly between your chests.

The Billywig - Fluff Classification XX

For when either one of you are irritated and/or indifferent to each other.

You sat on the sofa. You reading a fantasy novel and Newt reading a magical creature anatomy encyclopedia. After awhile you glanced over at Newt and rolled your eyes. He had fallen asleep against the arm of the sofa. Good. You had a migraine and this afternoon he had been completely ridiculous. He had insisted on following you around the apartment complaining about the preposterous laws of New York City and how it wasn’t fair that Jacob and Queenie couldn’t wed and how his creatures were smarter than humans and how London was much more civilized and on and on and on. You loved him DEARLY but there were times he wouldn’t shush up about ANYTHING.

You breathed in deeply, covered him with a blanket, and went to bed - leaving him on the sofa.

Of course he would get lots of cuddles later when he discovered you had gone to bed without him because staying irritated at Newt was practically impossible.

The Demiguise - Fluff Classification XXXX

For when either one of you are trying to get the other to go to bed. Though you are not tired; you just need a cuddle.

“Come to bed.”

You draped your arms over Newt’s shoulders, running a hand underneath his shirt, playfully pulling on the chest hair in between his collar bones.

“Please, please, please. Come to bed.” You repeated, kissing the top of his head several times in a row.

He lifted his hand and covered where yours rested on his chest. “Love, I really should finish. It’s not even nine o’ clock.”

“Come…darling. PLEASE?” You begged, rubbing your free hand down his arm.

“I must finish.” Newt insisted.

“Fine!” You huffed and disappeared into your bedroom.

Within five minutes Newt was crawling in bed next to you, an amused smile on his lips, “Are you that desperate for sleep?”

“Are you kidding? It’s early. I just wanna cuddle.”

The pair of you giggled, disappearing under the sheets, wrapped in one another’s arms.

The Erumpent - Fluff Classification XXXXXXXXX (oops)

For when you both want one thing.

“Doesn’t that case get your back?” You laughed, crawling up from the shed and into your bedroom, stretching your tired limbs.

“What? Is it not big enough for your liking?” Newt teased, undoing the buttons of his vest.

You watched as Newt bent over to take off his shoes. Good heavens he had a nice —-

“Darling? Are you listening to me?”

“Wha–what did you say Newt?”

“Is it not big enough for you?”

“Is what not big enough?”

“My love, the CASE?!?! Do I need to apply a few more extension charms on it?”

You burst out laughing.

Newt just stood there, an innocent look in his eyes, undoing the buttons of his white shirt.

“Darling? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You bit your bottom lip and scooted closer towards him, assisting him with the last few buttons.

“Oh…” Newt blushed, “Ohhhh–”

Next thing you know Newt’s lips are on yours, he grasps your wrists, and you both go rolling onto the bed.

The Fwooper - Fluff Classification XXXX

For when both of you are fluffy little love birds that annoy each other in song.

You and Newt loved to build blanket forts. Sometimes you would pretend you were creatures sleeping in a cocoon or a nest. Newt especially loved this because he loved to hide under things. Blankets. Sheets. Pillows. You. It didn’t really matter so long as he could cozy up and get warm.

“Newt? I can’t even find you in there.” You crawled into the mess of blankets and dug down at least six layers before his ruffled curls came into view.

“Oh, hello, darling. I was just warming things up for you.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir.” You replied with a kiss to his nose.

Newt smiled gleefully, “You are so beautiful.”

“Mmm, no, you are so handsome.”

Newt cleared his throat and literally began to sing for no reason at all:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they’re bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff

“Well, you’ve got the fluff part right.” You laughed, ruffling his cinnamon curls.

You kissed his cheek, scooting further into your cocoon of quilts and sang a little tune of your own:

I just can’t imagine that you love me; And after all is said and done, It looks like I’m the lucky one, I can’t believe you’re in love with me.

The pair of you laughed under the covers, content to be the fluffy little Fwoopers you would always be.

The Marmite - Fluff Classification XX ½

For when sleep is interrupted for both of you caused by a rouge creature ambush.

The pair of you were facing away from each other, sleeping soundly. Newt let out the occasional snore and maybe even a little bit of drool on his pillow case.

Out of nowhere you awoke to something tickling your cheek.

“Pickett, what are you doing?” You inquired, reaching to your face to caress the little creature. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

He chirped excitedly. You could almost see a look of longing in his beady eyes.

“Very well, you may sleep on my pillow. But, shhh. Newt’s sleeping.

The three of you slept soundly until something moved under the covers.

Newt awoke with a jolt, catching the little Niffler by its tail. “You little bugger! Where do you think YOU are going?”

The Niffler made a small squeak of desperation.

“Very well, then. Just be quiet, love.”

The Niffler curled into a ball between you, resting against Newt’s side, holding a shiny coin.

The four of you slept calmly until there was a thump at the end of your bed.

You BOTH awoke with a jolt.

Dougal stared at the pair of you, with wide, glowing eyes the size of moons.

Newt and you stared at each other, defeated.

“Come on, then.”

The five of you slept, somewhat soundly, tangled up together, all warm and cozy.

The Murtlap - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when YOU are really needy.

You were desperate for Newt, in an almost painful way.You sat staring at the clock watching the second hand tick - tick - tick. Any moment now he would be home from work and you fully intended on showering him with love.

You heard the door open and close. Your heart raced with anticipation. Newt took off his coat and vest and walked into your bedroom, flopping down onto the bed.

Before he could even say hello, you rolled on top of him, covering the length of his body with yours.

You kissed every inch of his face, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and tea. You ran your fingers through his hair. Caressed his cheeks. Kissed his jaw. Nuzzled into his chest. Kissed his neck.

“Merlin’s beard, darling,” Newt was finally able to muster, “You remind me of a my Murtlap.”

You giggled, and playfully love bit his neck.

Newt attempted to catch his breath, his expression dazed yet thoroughly pleased.

The Niffler - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when either one of you want to uncover a secret the other one refuses to tell.

The two of you were in bed reading when you let out a long sigh.

“Tired, my darling?” Newt brushed the hair from your eyes.

You shook your head, “Not really. Just thinking.”

Newt shut his book and faced you, “About?”

A slight blush formed on your cheeks, “No-nothing.”

“That nothing is a something, my dear.”

You shook your head no.

“C’mon, love. What is it?”

You shook your head again, pursing your lips.

Newt leaned over and began to tickle your sides, earning a squeal, followed by intense laughter. “Sttttooooppppp!”

“Not unless you tell me.”

His fingers let up, and his head hovered above yours, studying your eyes.

“I want a baby.” You admitted, biting your bottom lip.

A large smile spread across Newt’s face, his smile lines creasing, his dimples more pronounced on his freckled cheeks.

His voice was deep and warm, “Say no more, love.”

The Nundu - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when NEWT has a horrible day at work or memories of his past came back to haunt him.

Newt was curled up in bed in the fetal position, silently collecting his thoughts. Memories of his encounter with Percival Graves (Gellert Grindelwald) were at the forefront of his mind. For some reason, in recent days, he hadn’t been able to shake the unnerving feeling that a darkness was seeping its way into the wizarding world. He was terrified of what it could bring. He worried about his old friends at Hogwarts and particularly his former professor, Albus Dumbledore.

“Are you alright, honey?” You climbed up next to him and rubbed his back protectively.

“I should send a letter to Professor Dumbledore,” Newt stated. “Perhaps warn him of this dark feeling I have.”

You knew of his recent thoughts and bent over to kiss his forehead, “If you feel that would do some good, you definitely should.”

Newt moved as if to get up right away to pen his letter.

“No, darling. Stay here.”

You spooned him tightly, wrapping your body around the curvature of his, your arms around his waist tightly as you kissed the scars that speckled his bare back.

“You’re safe right now. Mummy will protect you.”

You were like the Nundu - and you would attack mercilessly if anyone dared to come near him right now.

The Bowtruckle - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when either one of you refuse to let the other leave the bed.

The sun shone through the curtains casting a bright glow around the room. Nooooo. It was morning. Newt would get up and go to his creatures any minute and you were enjoying the warmth of his chest against yours.

His eyes fluttered open and he hummed, “Morning, my love.”

You scooted closer, nuzzling into his neck with eagerness. “Morning.”

He kissed the top of your head and ran his fingers up and down your back. “I need to –”

“No….” You moaned, kissing between his collar bones, “Don’t goooo.”

“Love, you know the creatures need to eat.”

“Yes but…but…”

Newt loosened his arms and you grabbed at him with your hands, desperately pulling him closer.

Newt laughed. You could barely breathe as he squeezed you so tight, kissing your lips tenderly. “I have to.”

You shook your head with understanding, “I know.”

Newt rolled over and you kept a hand on his chest as he stretched out beside you. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. As he took a step, you sat up and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down next you.

“Alright.” Newt gave in.

One more kiss. One more hug. One more affectionate glance and down to the creatures he went.

The Swooping Evil - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when NEWT is really needy.

You were taking an afternoon rest, which was a rare occasion due to the work load you carried. It was Autumn and the chill in the air made you a little more cozy than normal. You had finished a cup of tea and lied down on your back, facing the ceiling, thinking of your check list of ‘to-do’s’ when Newt entered the room abruptly.

“I need you.”

You lifted you head and groaned in protest, “Newt… I just laid down. I’m so cozy.”

“No, I need you.”

You raised your eyebrows, “What?”

Newt was instantly on top of you, his lips kissing your cheekbones and along your jaw. His hands wandered your sides. You shivered as his whiskers rubbed against your neck. He nuzzled his nose against yours and cupped both sides of your neck in his hands.

“Kiss me.” It was more of a demand than a request.

You could barely breathe, shocked by his sudden outburst of affection.

“Yes, love.” Your lips melted into his passionately. Your fingers tangled into his hair and he moaned against your lips.

Breaking for air you began to giggle, “You’re crazy.”

Newt blushed, pecking your lips once more.

About an hour later, you were drifting off to sleep. Newt’s body covered the length of yours, his head resting on your chest, his legs woven with yours, and his arms protectively sheltering you against any unseen force that tried to come near.

The Thunderbird - Fluff Classification XXXXX

For when you are both sad and/or frustrated, sick of responsibilities, and being “grown up.”

“There, there, darling. I’m here.” Newt cupped your chin in his hand, “I’m tired also. It’s been such a hard day.”

You and Newt felt beat up, drained, poor, and heavy with emotion. Work was demanding. Your bills stacked up. Your limbs were sore from running around feeding creatures and you had discovered a dead Occamy that afternoon. The two of you had shed so many tears. The world just seemed to be out to get you.

You cuddled together in the sheets, focusing on the warmth between you. Tears spilled down each of your cheeks as you dealt with the emotions of all that had happened.

Newt ran his thumbs under your eyelids, wiping away your tears as you did the same for him.

“Perhaps in the morning, things will shine a little brighter.” Newt offered, tucking you into his neck so he could rest his chin on your head.

“I love you, Newt.”

“I love you too. Everything will be alright.”

Newt shut the journal and caressed the front cover with his fingers. He looked up at you with affectionate, tear filled eyes, “I feel that perhaps things are about to be very ‘Swooping Evil’ around here.”

Your laughter is all that could be heard as he chased you to your bed.

END!!

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black-strike-otp · 7 years

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part 22

I’m trying my best to continue writing but I feel like I’m not going to be doing so good the next couple days so... Yeah. Sorry. I’ll try.

Novastrike peeled down the hall faster than a bolt of lightning towards the docking area on the ship. On four legs she even faster; streamline, galloping almost. Bots just about stumbled out of the way of Novastrike’s cyber-cat form as a fuzzy streak of white and gray toned armor. Her plates shifted as she ran with ease; art in motion.

She caught sight of the docking ship through one of the few replaced windows and gave a feline grin. Dashing along the floor, she dug her claws in to propel herself forward and in the direction of the docking area.

A rush of air was circulating through the vents; equalizing the ship’s docking to so the pressure, air structure, and gravities were similar.

A thrill like a bolt of lightning shot through Nova.

Just as she skidded towards the docking bay and noticed the doors opening, a flash of silver came soaring out of the Journey space vessel.

Fireline crashed straight into Novastrike; red limbs sprawling and tangling with white as the pair went rolling across the floor. A hearty laughter seemed to leave those who were already assembled in the docking bay at seeing the joyous reunion.

Being the queen of big cats, Nova naturally ended up up flopping up top and pinning the dragon. “Pinned you!” She growled triumphantly.

Offering an innocent blink of his soft maroon optics, Fireline gave a soft chirp and wriggled beneath the cyber-cat. “I- surrender?” his recordings clipped.

A loud purr of delight rumbled through Novastrike’s chassis and frame, and she leaned down to nudge her friend’s head as she climbed off of him. The dragon responded with a nudge in return; the two butting heads gently against each other.

“It's been a long time! How’ve you been doing?” Nova purred.

“We’ve been... traveling far and wide,” Fireline answered through his tapes. “Not many... safe... locations out there.”

“Oh, we know all about that.”

“I can tell. Your ship... looks like... scrap.”

Lashing her tail around, Novastrike whacked the dragon in the side, casting him a slightly vexed look. He merely raised up his shoulders in a shrug. He wasn’t wrong and she knew this; but that didn’t mean she wanted anyone else to hear and feel bad. Bots were working hard to repair what they could.

Behind her, Novastrike could heard Guard speaking to one of the mech’s aboard the Journey.

“We’re running low on energon,” the mech was muttering.

A soft-spoken Guard chuckled. “I think we can spare some. Come, let's talk somewhere privately and with seating. I can’t be on my pedes too long.”

Giving a shake of her helm, Novastrike gave a bright and warm beaming grin to her friend. A grin to some anyway- and a menacing baring of sharp metal teeth to a great many others.

“I actually have some work I need to attend to in the med-bay,” she admitted. “I’m sorta in charge of taking care of a couple bots.”

Fireline’s horns stood up a little straighter upon his helm. “Medical room? I like... medics.”

A short snort of air escaped Novastrike and she reached up to bat a paw at Fireline’s snout. “I don’t know if you’d care for this medic’s office,” she responded.

“Are they crazy?”

“No but uh, some of the patients are a bit on the feisty side.”

Fireline tilted his helm slightly. “Friend will... protect me,” he confirmed after a moment's thought, reaching out to mirror Novastrike’s motion and pat her lightly on the shoulder and face, his claws tucked backward.

A brim of shimmering light seemed to illuminate the cyber-cat’s gaze even more. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she teased.

“So that’s explains why he acts like such a rusty old geezer!” Nova snickered, dragging her paws with each step. “I it was the war, or missing being on the Journey, but that explains a lot!”

A small laugh escaped the dragon and a stream of smoke escaped his nostrils. With a twitch of his wings, he expelled the smoke quickly and laid them back against his sides.

“I should have... explained this to you... the last time... we spoke,” he commented.

Nova gave a tilt of her helm towards the dragon. “Maybe,” she agreed. “But we have now, and that’s what truly counts.”

She turned her helm slightly then, inclining it at the door they were stepping towards. “This is my stop,” she remarked. “Are you sure you want to...?”

“I’ll be... fine,” the dragon assured her.

Yeah, she thought wearily. Wait until you see the colossal handsome scoundrel I’m hiding in the med-bay with a Decepticon logo. Not to mention sir stabby-stabby who... well, really wasn’t too bad at all. Neither really stabby or talkative. Okay, maybe Scorponok wouldn’t scare the spark right out of Fireline at least.

The dual doors opened with a hum and Novastrike trotted in slowly. She kept her helm held up high with faked confidence, her tail twitching as it stood just as tall behind her.

Not to be left behind, Fireline eagerly trotted after his companion.

The medic was the first to come over at least; blocking at least some of Blackout’s frame since he was lying down. “Novastrike, there you are! I thought you’d be returning soon. And who is this, a friend? What an interesting fellow you are, I don’t recall seeing you the last time we had the Journey’s crew as guests.”

“This is Fireline,” Nova stated, twitching her tail and placing the tip over the dragon’s shoulder.

He gave a slight respectful bow of his helm. “Greetings-”

“He speaks through recordings,” Novastrike went on. “Out of choice, mind you- I’m only telling you this so you don’t insist on fixing his voice modulator since it’s not broken.”

“I see,” the medic said quietly. “Well, it’s a pleasure meeting you regardless, Fireline. A... unique ability you have there.”

The dragon chirped in response, wriggling his tail back and forth.

Smiling gently, the medic turned her optics from Fireline to Novastrike once more. “Dear one if you want to take some time off to spend with your friend...”

“No, that’s okay, I explained to Fireline I had a job to do. He understands.”

The medic arched an optic ridge slightly.

Ignoring the look from her mentor, Nova trotted quietly around the medic and towards her charge. Behind her, the medic gave a slight ‘suit yourself’ glance towards the dragon and shrugged, turning around to walk off and fetch some supplies.

Nova could hear Fireline shift with slight unease before following after her.

Even on his back, the sheer enormity of Blackout was overwhelming. He was all bulk and kibble; a dark frame of inky armor. Not to go unnoticed as well, the Decepticon insignia upon his shoulder. Battle scarred, slightly faded but still evident.

He shifted just enough for his brightly lit crimson optics to peer over and Fireline quivered. Instinctively he shrank towards the floor. The smells coming off this mech, faded as they made be, spoke of death and violence. Anger, hatred, cruelty; it was a disturbing swirl of scents to behold.

Pausing mid-step, Novastrike glanced over to her friend. “He looks much scary than he is,” she commented. “Don’t let his brooding frighten you.”

“I do not brood,” Blackout rumbled in a deep fathomless voice.

“Sure looks like brooding to me.”

Another rumble escaped the almost pure embodiment of Satan.

Novastrike rolled her optics slightly towards Fireline. Coming from beneath the berth, a figure began to approach her and she turned her audios and then her helm to the scorpion as he approached.

“There you are Scorponok,” Novastrike warmly greeted. She stepped closer as if to bump her helm against the minicon, but he took a few steps back on his tiny pedes. “You’ve been hiding all morning! Are you hiding something? You’ve been healing up so good though, what could you have done?”

A sharp click escaped the bug. “Resting,” he insisted. “Dark spots make good recharge. No recharge on Blackout. Too much work on him.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that buddy. Do you want us to get you a room-”

“No leave Blackout,” the bug clicked almost angrily.

“Gotcha, alright. Well, I’ll ask the medic if you can recharge in her room?”

“No. Fine here.”

“Scorponok, you can go recharge in the other room. It’s attached to this one. No one else is going in there but the medic,” Blackout stated in that eerily deep voice.

“No. Fine here.”

Venting softly, Novastrike looked back at Fireline, and his slightly awed slightly terrified expression. “You see what I have to put up with?” she playfully taunted.

The dragon slowly stood up to his full height again, but his optics were paler than normal with a tinge of fear. Was she joking? She had the equivalent of Unicron; destroyer of worlds and other gods.

“Come over here so I can introduce you,” she insisted.

Fireline gave a heavy shake of helm and vented loudly as he stepped forward. This was absolute lunacy. He couldn’t believe he was going forward with this. He couldn’t believe his legs were walking onward at all, really.

He trusted Nova not to put him in a situation though not to get him squished like a buzzfly though, right?

She offered him a mildly concerned but friendly as ever slight smile on her cattish features.

Yeah, he probably wasn’t going to be offlined, at least.

#quid pro quo au #OTP AU #OTP Lit #Cute OTP #oooii this is trash

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meggybetho924-blog · 8 years

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Laxus and Lucy Ship Week 2017: Day 6

****WARNING!! THIS WILL BE RATED M!!**** Still not feeling the best. My hands are so stiff and swollen (Arthritis sucks). Gotta love being 21 and feeling like you're 83. Anyway, I did my best. It really hurts to type, but I am stubborn almost to a fault. Wanna know what else sucks? Trying to write while your brain whispers at you. I've told you all before how my brain likes to make things difficult. I managed to get 900 words into this prompt before I literally couldn't write anymore. In defeat, I deleted the whole damn thing and gave in. The words whispered? Write smut. Do it. Don't be a wimp. Smut. Smut. Smuuuuuuuut. This will be my very first lemon, so sorry if it sucks. Please be gentle.. Day 6: Falling. ___ He should have known that coming to the guild today would be a horrible idea. Not only was Magnolia experiencing record breaking heat, the woman he'd constantly fantasized about was working the bar in Kinana's place for the day. He'd heard the excited whispers. The perverted male members of Fairy Tail were absolutely thrilled at the aspect of the blonde bombshell serving them. To beat the heat, Lucy Heartfilia was waltzing around in one of the shortest yellow miniskirts he'd ever seen along with a bright pink bikini top. The triangles of fabric struggled to contain her ample breasts and the entire ensemble showed off more skin than the Dragon Slayer could handle at the moment. Slender shoulders, cinched waist that led to deliciously flared hips, thick creamy thighs, and every movement exposed the bottom of her perky ass cheeks separated by the lace of her stark white thong. Her golden locks had grown out over the years and now reached her waist were pulled into two low pigtails, creating an image of innocence that contrasted greatly with the raw sexiness of the rest of her appearance. The combination of everything, amplified by the fact that she was the star in almost every single wet dream he'd had since she'd joined the guild, left him with a semi-erect member throughout the entire day. Laxus never took his eyes off her for more than a few minutes, and his team had long since given up on interacting with him, instead moving to a different table where his heated stare didn't make them feel uncomfortable. Every once and while, she'd catch him watching her and send him a small smile, or his personal favorite, a playful wink. It was nearing closing time, and he was considering leaving for the night when the world around him came to a standstill. Leaning against the bar, Lucy was taking a break to help cool her overheated body. Never once had Laxus envied a popsicle more than in that moment. Plump, pretty pink lips closed around the frozen treat that disappeared inside of her sinful mouth. She slowly pulled it back out, and he nearly moaned as her little pink tongue poked out to gather the flavorful juices by gliding from bottom to top. He had to physically tear his gaze from the image, pressing his palms hard against his closed eyes. His member now throbbed with painful need, pressing uncomfortably against his pants. Time moved agonizingly slow as he tried desperately to will the evidence of his arousal away, when his sensitive ears picked up a conversation at the bar. "Thanks for the help today, Lucy! Why don't you go collect Laxus's empty mug and head home?" "Alright! It was no problem, Mira. I have no idea how you guys do all of this on your own." Lucy chirped, the sound of her footsteps growing closer. "Shit." He muttered to himself, straightening in his seat and hoping to whatever god was out there that she didn't notice his reaction to her unintentional seduction. She smiled sweetly at him as she grew nearer, and his heart stuttered a bit in his chest. He knew this would be a slightly awkward conversation on his end, but he was not prepared for what happened next. It all happened in slow motion to him. One dainty foot accidentally stepped on the back of her flimsy sandal as it was lifting to take another step forward. The thin material snapped easily, and her body went careening forward… …falling face first into his lap. A strangled groan tore from his throat without his consent as her hands pushed against his still aching member. With curious innocence, he watched as she peered down to where her face had been moments before, searching for the hardness she had felt there. At the pleasured grunt that left his lips when she adjusted her hands so that she could stand, the small blonde froze. Eyes growing wide with sudden realization, her entire body flushed in mortification when she met his hooded gaze. "Oh my…I'm so sorry I…I need to go…"She stuttered, ripping herself from his lap and exiting the guild so fast she was nothing but a blonde blur. But there was no mistaking it, the heavy scent that followed her. It was like warm honey that mixed gloriously with her usual strawberries and cream fragrance. Eyes darkening with the knowledge that touching him the way she had aroused her, he stood from his chair, determined to finish what she'd unknowingly started. }{}{}{ Lucy had just made it through the door, when a heavy body was suddenly pressing her against the wall. Before she could even make a sound of surprise, hot breath fanned against her ear, lodging the sound in her throat. "Did you really think I'd let you get too far after that little display?" A shiver ran down her spine at the low, husky quality of his voice. "Laxus? What are you – oh god." Her voice trailed off into a low moan as his hot tongue licked a path down her neck before trailing back up to nibble on the lobe. Heat pooled to her lower belly, further saturating her panties with fresh desire. Almost instantaneously, large hands were gripping her ass and hoisting her up so that she instinctively wrapped her thighs around his hips, and the door was kicked shut. His hands kneaded the firm globes, while hers found their way to tangle in his spikey blonde locks. Her grip tightened when pointed canines nipped at the sensitive spot below her ear, hips impulsively bucking as a low growl reverberated through her body. He hissed at the delicious friction the heat of her thinly covered core grinding against his strained arousal created. "If you want to stop, now is the time to tell me. If we continue, we're seeing this through to the very end." He said, thrusting slightly to emphasize his meaning. Dainty hands pulled his head so that they were gazing into each other's lust filled eyes. "Don't you dare stop." She commanded, and then her mouth was on his. The kiss quickly became a heated battle of moans, tongues, and teeth. He nipped at her lips and tightened his grip on her full backside as he blindly made his way to the pink bed in the far corner of the apartment. Dropping her unceremoniously on the bed, she giggled as she bounced a few times, but sobered immediately at the sight of the Adonis of a man in front of her stripping down to his boxers. Spotting the rather large tent in the undergarment, Lucy suddenly felt as though she was wearing too many clothes. Never before had she felt such need. Her sexual encounters were incredibly limited, only doing the actual deed twice. They felt nice, sure, but paled in comparison to the burning that flowed through her veins. And they hadn't even gotten to the good part. Laxus smirked at her blatant ogling, taking the opportunity to crawl over her on the mattress. No words were exchanged as their mouths met once again, the heat between them building up so fast it left her desperate. She broke the kiss, panting, rubbing wantonly against the hips settled against hers. "Please…" His mouth trailed openmouthed kisses down her throat, untying the bow between her breasts with a single tug, and sucking the newly exposed rose-colored bud between his lips. Arching into his mouth, she breathed his name. "Tell me what you want, Blondie." He growled, shifting to nip at the neglected mound. Lucy fought to form a coherent sentence, lost in the sensations he was creating. When he received no response, his hand slid down her supple skin, pulling aside her lace panties to lightly stroke her slick folds. Hips jerking into his touch, he smirked against her creamy skin. "Tell me." Slim fingers grasped his hair, forcefully pulling his face to hers. "I want you to fuck me, Laxus." And with that, his restraint shattered. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the dark room, her skirt and panties rendered useless scraps of fabric. Dainty feet hooked into the band of his boxers, sliding them down until her legs could go no further, and he kicked them off the rest of the way. Lucy whimpered as his bare arousal slipped through her slick folds, coating the appendage in the natural lubricant her body was producing in spades. Thick muscular arms slid under her shoulders, grasping her tightly to his chest. Her legs wrapped around his tapered hips tightly, digging her heels into his firm cheeks in an effort to bring him closer. Just as she opened her mouth to beg him to stop fooling around, he lined himself up at her entrance and buried himself fully with one hard snap of his hips. Both blondes groaned simultaneously, and Laxus stilled for a moment, reveling at the way her walls clenched around him. "D-damn, you're tight." He hissed, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting forward sharply. "Y-yes. Mmm…" She moaned, nails digging into his back as he set a grueling pace. He attacked her mouth with his, pounding forcefully between her thighs, and all she could do was hold on for dear life as the cord coiled tighter and tighter inside of her. Unfortunately for him, he had been sporting a hard-on for the majority of the day, and he felt his end nearing a lot sooner than he was proud of. Reluctantly leaving her mouth, but determined to give her an experience she wouldn't soon forget, he slipped from her warmth to kneel on the bed. A keening whine escaped her at the loss of contact, when large callused hands gripped her hips, pulling them up to enter her with one hard thrust. The new angle drove him in deeper and she screamed his name as his tip kissed her cervix, the mix of pleasure and pain tightening the coil inside of her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. Laxus grit his teeth as her walls fluttered around him, and he knew he had to work quickly. Reaching a hand between them, he found her clit and started rubbing hard and fast circles over the sensitive nub. The result was immediate. Her body went rigid and she clamped down on him so tightly his eyes nearly rolled up into his skull. "La…oh… yes… Laxus." She cried, undulating uncontrollably as she rode out her high. Her walls milked him and his rhythm faltered before speeding up until he was pounding wildly into her constricting heat. A pleasured groan left him as he gripped her hips tighter to him, burying himself to the hilt as he released. He thrusted gently, still deep inside of her, as white hot pleasure ripped through his body. When he finally came down from his bliss, smiling softly at her small moan as he slid his spent member out of her body, he collapsed next to her panting form. "That was…" She trailed off, and he pulled her into his chest. "Yeah." He chuckled, reaching down to pull the pink comforter over the both of them. The petite blonde nuzzled into his chest with a content sigh. "Remind me to fall face first into your boner more often." Laxus grinned into her hair. 'Cheeky little shit.' ___ Was it bad? It was bad, wasn't it? Oh well. Constructive criticism is welcome. How else does one learn? See you all tomorrow (Cough. Later today. Cough) for the final day of Laxus and Lucy ship week 2017!

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stillchaoticlogic · 5 years

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Stumbling Chapter 7

Pairing: Raihan X Reader X Leon

Your life hadn’t gone exactly as you planned…

Has all your dreams come true?

Or is this your worst nightmare?

Masterlist!

No Mercy

You are woken by a yelp and practically leap out of your sleeping bag. You turn around in enough time to see Leon pry his hand out of Hades’ mouth.

“Hades!” you yelp as you get up and rush to Leon.

“Did he get you good?” you ask as you grab his hand to inspect it.

You don’t notice the blush on Leon’s face or the way he smiles at your concern.

Leon chuckles as he inspects his own hand, “I don’t think so… I guess that’s what I get for trying to feed him…”

“He’s a little overzealous with food… I don’t know that they properly fed him in that ring…” you say forlornly as you gaze over at the dragon behind you. He has burrowed his head under a blanket in an attempt to hide from you. Even though it’s been two weeks since the attack and you’ve been working with him and Davine the two dragons have a long way to go.

Leon shakes off the bite before he walks over to the young dragon and pats him on the back.

“It’s okay buddy… You didn’t get me too bad…” he says softly as he soothes the dragon.

Hades pulls his head from under the blankets and nudges Leon happily. You smile at the two of them before you look around the mostly empty tent.

“Where’s Raihan?” you ask noticing his empty sleeping bag. He’s usually the last one up, but he’s nowhere to be found.

“He’s taking his Pokemon out. His Flygon was being a little antsy.”

“Ahh… I see…”

The two of you clean the camp up quickly, you’re pretty excited to get on the road. Today you leave the Wild Area and head up towards Route 3 in order to get to the Mines. After two weeks of training, you were ready to win a gym badge.

Once Raihan returns the green dragon comes fluttering up to you and nuzzles you. You chuckle as you pet the top of his head.

“Alright...alright… stop sucking up to the lady! She needs her space,” Raihan says with a laugh before calling the dragon back. He walks over to you and hands you a flower he found on his walk.

“For the lady,” he says with a smile as he presents it you.

You giggle as you take it and quietly thank him, you stick the flower in your hair before you show it off.

“Beautiful! I’ll have to get you more flowers to put in your hair…” he says with a sly glance over to Leon.

The three of you set out towards Motostoke so you can pass through the city. You’re pretty excited to be heading that way since you’re a little tired of curry. You end up stopping at the battle cafe to eat lunch and you’re relieved when no one seems to pay the two celebrities with you any attention. The visit is quick, you all take your teams to the Pokemon center and stock up on supplies while you wait for them to be ready to go.

It’s around one in the afternoon when you start out on route three. The sound of Rookidee chirping fills the air and you chuckle as you notice trainers battling along the trail. It’s not long before a girl about seventeen asks for a battle and you indulge her. She sends her Vulpix out and you send out Axel, your Toxel.

The baby Pokemon is pouty and honestly isn’t that great at battling yet. He really just spits out acid and flails around. Even after you win against the vulpix, by some miracle, he just runs up to you and begs to be held. You pick him and let him ride on your back while you continue down the path.

“You’re spoiling him…” sighs Leon.

“He’s a baby! What do you expect!” You say in defense.

You’ve been walking for a few hours, casually battling other trainers when it begins to sprinkle. You glance up at the sky in annoyance, but otherwise, keep walking. Suddenly the sky opens up and a torrent of rain falls down upon you. You gasp and attempt to throw your hands over your head to protect yourself from the rain. A moment later, a piece of clothing is thrown over your head and you pull it up noticing the familiar smell of Raihan. He had thrown his hoodie over you to protect you from the rain.

You’re surprised when you hear laughter coming from behind and look back to see Leon laughing as he runs through the rain. His mane is soaked and plastered to his shoulders. Raihan is running along beside him and you aren’t surprised when you hear Raihan challenge Leon to a race. You roll your eyes as the duo takes off down the pathway racing one another as they go.

You slow to a jog as you watch them show off ahead of you, but the sound of raindrops hitting the ground is soothing in and of itself. You stop and gaze up at the sky and just enjoy the moment of freedom. You’ve won several battles today and your team is growing stronger. You’re thankful…

A soft whine cuts the air and you glance around at your surroundings. It takes a moment but you recognize huddled up under a bush is a Charmander. Your eyes widen as you notice the way he clutched the end of his tail where his flame was growing smaller by the minute.

“LEE! RAI! Set up the tent! We have a problem!”

The guys stop and glance back down the trail at you as they watch you rush over to a bush. You hear them yell various questions as they run back to you.

“Hurry! He needs to him dry!” You yell as you indicate the Charmander you are shielding from the rain.

“We have to hurry! He won’t last long!” Leon yells over the rain.

The wind begins to pick up and you aren’t surprised when the guys unleash a few of their Pokémon to help set the tent up in the nearby clearing. They have it up in record time and you scoop the tiny lizard up in your arms careful of his flame and run into the tent. The wind picks up and the once calm rain is now an actual monsoon.

You grab a couple of blankets out of your pack and start drying him off. He gazed up at you in confusion, but you already know he isn’t from the wild. There weren’t any wild Charmander in the area, he is either lost or he was released.

You dig around in your pack and pull out several berries and allow him to eat his fill. He does so happily giving little grumbles of happiness as he munched on them.

“How do you think he got here?” Questions Raihan as he rubs under his chin.

“Do you think he has a trainer? They aren’t native to this area… they aren’t even in the wild…” Leon says in worry, obviously thinking of his own friend at his side.

“You don’t think he was abandoned do you?” You ask as you gaze down at him.

The Charmander looks up at you forlornly and turns to face away from you. He gives a soft cry before he takes a bite of the oran berry clutched in his little claws.

“Did someone release you, buddy?” You ask softly.

The tiny lizard nods as he looks down at the ground and curled his tail closer to himself. You frown in confusion, who would release a Charmander? Especially when Leon has a Charizard… The demand for the little fire lizard skyrocketed after he became champion several years ago.

“Ok… Let’s just wait out the storm okay and we can decide what needs to happen in the morning.”

You all end up eating sandwiches because the storm never lets up. It’s at this point you are incredibly grateful to Raihan and his industrial-grade tent. The water doesn’t seep into the tent, so you are all able to get changed into dry clothes and be comfortable. You’ve let your team out of their Pokeballs and they are roaming around the tent, being adorable nuances. Serenity and Arum are curious about the Charmander and meander over to him to keep him company. Hades is rather fond of Raihan and is spending this evening getting spoiled by the dragon trainer. You are forever amused by the fact that Queenie enjoys hanging out on Leon’s snapback, balancing herself perfectly so she can watch whatever it is that he is doing at the moment. Currently, he’s polishing his Aegislash and Queenie is happily keeping him company. Davine’s favorite place is usually curled up next to you and Axel enjoys rolling the ball back and forth. You aren’t surprised when Serenity comes bounding up to you and takes her usual spot on your head; Arum and Charmander aren’t far behind. They end up making themselves comfortable near you and you curl up to read, happy for a minute to relax before you hit the Mines and eventually the gym.

“Getting nervous?” Raihan asks as he pets your ecstatic Deino under the chin. He sprawls himself and lays his head in your lap before he grins innocently up at you.

“Not really… Queenie can handle anything that gets thrown at her. She’s come a long way in a short time.” You say as you raise a brow at the dragon tamer before you give him and allow him to use your lap as a pillow.

“Bug types do grow and adapt quickly. It’s what makes them so invaluable early in your adventure, but they are also amazing at beating obscure types like psychic types,” Leon says as he looks up from this task, frowning at the position Raihan is in.

You nod at Leon, “I’m glad I caught Queenie that day. She’s going to be my secret weapon for this gym!”

You notice Charmander gets up and walks away, sitting himself down in a corner facing the wall. You narrow your eyes as you gaze at the fire pokemon. You glance over at Lee who looks concerned for the little guy as well. The two of you lock eyes and he just nods.

“You know if you had a fire Pokemon it would be so much easier for you to beat Milo…” Leon says as he smirks at you.

You watch as his little head perks up, “It would… A fire type would be a wonderful addition to my team… especially a Charmander…”

He turns back around and happily trots over to you, a happy smile on his little face.

“Charmander?” he asks as he points to himself.

“If you want to,” you say with a soft smile.

He cheers along with your other Pokemon who seem to be quite pleased by the new addition. You pull a Pokeball out and chuckle when he taps his new home. He pops back out a moment later with a happy cry and begins to chat animatedly with the rest of your team. You know you’re going to have to send someone to the box, but you will do that in the morning before you head out.

The next day dawns far more quickly than you expected. Arum whines as you decide to send her to the box for the battle.

“Think of it as a vacation… Plus Nessa is next and you’re going to be my shining star for that battle!” She hums happily after your explanation and agrees as she gets sent to the habitat she will inhabit while you train up your new Charmander for the gym battle.

“Why did you choose Arum?” Leon asks as he gazes over your shoulder at your pokemon information. Raihan is still asleep, so you and Leon have some time to get your things ready before he wakes up and you all head out.

“The sooner that Axel evolves into a Toxtricity the better…” you grumble as you gaze down at the device, “Plus Davine and Hades need to build up more trust before I can send them off with a good conscience. Davine still has to build her confidence and Hades needs experience getting his senses under control.”

“What about Serenity?” he asks innocently.

“What about Charizard?”

“Point taken…”

“Charmander will do well in this battle. We need to get used to each other before I send him straight into a gym battle. I’ll take a day when we get Turffield and train with him. That will also give me the chance to capture an Eevee!”

“He chuckles, “An Eevee? And what will you evolve the Eevee into?”

You give him a Cheshire grin.

“Don’t you dare say it…”

“It’s a secret!”

You squeal as Leon wraps his arms around you and begins to tickle you, “I told you not to say it!”

“You don’t tell me what to do!” you exclaim between laughs.

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NEVER!”

You end up collapsing on the ground to catch your breath and he sits down beside you.

“I will evolve it into the type I need to round out my team,” you say as you roll your head to face him.

“So you don’t know yet.”

“I kind of want a Vaporeon.”

“To take on Kabu…”

“To round out my team,” you say as you gaze up at the sky, “Plus everyone always wants a Sylveon, but the other evolutions are cool too…”

“You really are a collector of misfits aren’t you?” he asks as he glances over to you.

“Well… I’m kind of a misfit… So I know what it’s like to be rejected and to hurt and to pull yourself out a hole so deep you could see the stars during the day…” you say as you lift your arm into the air and gaze at the sky just past your fingertips.

He pauses for a moment, unsure of how to react.

“Was it that bad?”

“Some days… That’s why I got Serenity… negativity affects her, so if I know that what I’m feeling will affect her then I strive to feel better…”

“Did it work?”

“I’m here aren’t I?”

“Yeah… you are… I’m glad you are… I’m glad you decided to take on the gym challenge.”

“...Me too…”

The two of you lay there for a few more minutes as the morning dew creates a mist in the air and the quiet lulls you into a sense of peace. Raihan steps out of the tent with a stretch and a yawn.

“You guys about ready?” he asks as he looks down at the two of you in confusion.

“To the Mines!” you say pointing in the general direction of the Mines. Raihan chuckles and turns away, hiding his blush, as he starts collecting the bags from the tent, so he could take it down. Leon gets up to help and you grab Raihan some breakfast that you set aside before you clean up the breakfast things. The pokemon were already fed and in no time you were all ready to head out.

You make quick work of the mines and before you know it you are getting rooms at the inn in Turffield. You spend the rest of the day training your pokemon so you can take on your first gym tomorrow.

Night had fallen as you continued to train and search for an Eevee when Raihan comes out to check on you.

“Hungry?” He asks as he hands you a plate of food from the Inn.

“Yeah!” you say as you sit down beside him on a rock.

“You don’t have any reason to be nervous, you’re going to do great.”

“That’s easy for you to say… You do this literally all the time…” you grumble as you take a bite.

“Yeah… but I still remember my first gym battle… I was terrified at first, but the moment the battle started everything just flowed. I loved it and I knew that it was where I wanted to be. That’s when I decided to dedicate myself to battle. That rush is unlike any other. You’re going to love it.”

“I hope so…”

Raihan scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder pulling you against him. You rest your head under his chin as he wraps himself around you.

“You know… I’m glad you came on the journey too…” you hear him mumble as you snuggle closer to him and close your eyes.

“I’m glad too… I didn’t realize how badly I needed it… I guess Leon getting lost all the time isn’t such a bad thing…”

He throws his head back and laughs but agrees with you.

The next morning you walk into the gym to challenge Milo before you could talk yourself out of it. There were a couple of challengers in front of you, but at this point most had already challenged the first gym leader and moved on the Nessa. You watch the battles and get a feel for his battle style.

Before you know it they are calling your name and you enter the challenge.

“I have to do what?” you ask as you cross your arms and look at the League official in confusion.

“You have to herd the Wooloo across the field.”

Stepping up to the entrance you just mutter under your breath, “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

The whistle sounds and you’re off rushing towards the sheep pokemon. They begin rolling down the field as you herd them this way and that way. When you finally get all 20 sheep into the designated area you about lose it when they plow through the hay barrels and onto another part. You frown as you look down the field and see the Yamper running amuck.

“Ahh...shit…” you groan.

After several of the Wooloo scatter around the field you manage to get them to the end. You roll your eyes as they collectively plow through more hay barrels.

Once the challenge was completed and you caught your breath you walk down the dim hallway. You could hear the yells from the crowd and you heart begins to pound in your chest. Your fingers run over your friends’ home, each one vibrates with excitement and anticipation.

This is what you have been working for. You’ve waited for this moment your entire life and finally, you feel ready.

Stepping out onto the field the crowd goes ballistic. You don’t remember it being this loud when the other competitors stepped onto the pitch.

“It seems we finally have the challenger we have all been waiting for!”

You look around the field in confusion.

‘They’ve been waiting for me?!’ you think in a slight panic.

You shake your head to will the thought away, you’ll deal with this later, right now you have a badge to win.

You meet Milo in the center of the field and give him a hesitant smile, he beams back at you.

“I was wondering when I was going to see Leon’s special challenger.”

“It seems there has been a lot of anticipation for this battle… I didn’t realize I was making the world wait on me.”

“You haven’t been keeping up with the news? You’re everywhere.”

“Ah… no… I’ve been training.”

Milo gives you a knowing smile, “That’s good, that drive is going to take you far. Are you ready?”

“Born ready.”

With that, you throw your Pokeball releasing your Charmander. He lets out a small cry as he takes his place on the battlefield. Milo’s Glossifleur is his first pokemon out.

“Glossifleur! Magical Leaf!”

“Charmander! Ember!”

You are rather impressed when your Charmander sent out a couple of fireballs hurtling towards the flower. The first one incinerated the leaves while the second one hit. Charmander dives out of the way while Glossifleur sends out a another way of leaves using its rapid spin to scatter them around.

Charmander is back on his feet in an instant, “Charmander! Smokescreen! Then hit it with a Dragon’s Breath!”

Glossifleur looks around in confusion as it’s enveloped in the smoke. The next thing you know it’s hit with the attack and thrown from the cloud of smoke. You heave a sigh of relief when it doesn’t get up.

Charmander comes running up to you happily and he jumps into your arms. You laugh as you swing him around yelling, ‘you did it!’ After your moment of celebrating you call him back into his Pokeball and pull out Queenie’s.

“Let’s win this!” you exclaim as you release her.

Milo sends out his Eldegoss and your eyes grow the size of saucers when he dynamaxes his pokemon.

“Let’s show them what you’ve got!” Milo yells as he chucks the giant Pokeball over his shoulder.

“Oh… boy…”

You and Queenie watch in slight horror as the Eldegoss grows to over twenty times its normal size.

Queenie glances back at you and you just nod at her, “Soon.”

She dodges the move by the giant Eldegoss, but she can’t dodge the next one. You watch as she’s thrown back and you yell encouragement to her as she flutters her tiny wing in order for her take to the air again. She’s hit by another of the Dynamaxed pokemon’s moves while she’s still dazed from the first one. She lays on the ground for a moment and you feel like your plan backfired and you put her in unnecessary danger.

You can hardly believe your eyes when a bright light emanates from her and shoots out all around her. Suddenly a Vespiquen takes to the air and zips around the stadium as the Eldegoss begins to shrink back down to size.

“Queenie! LET’S GO!” You waste no time in summoning her back into her Pokeball and giggle with glee as it grows in your hands before you throw it behind you. Queenie reappears in her Dynamax form and as an ominous buzz haunts the stadium you smile happily.

“Alright, Queenie! Show them what you’ve got!”

Queenie unleashes the attack and you can’t help but whoop in excitement when the Eldegoss falls to the ground after the first attack. The stadium erupts into deafening screams as Queenie returns to her normal size and flies over to you. You give her a gentle hug and laugh as she uses her claws to hold onto you happily.

“I think you’ve earned this,” you turn towards Milo and hold out your hand to shake his before he hands you the badge.

“Thank you…” you say with an embarrassed smile.

“I look forward to battling you in the finals tournament.”

“I’ll meet you there!” you say with a smile.

Once off the pitch, you are swarmed with reporters.

“How does it feel to win your first badge?!”

“Have you had any more trouble from the Pokemon thieves you helped to capture?”

“Are you still training the Jangmo-o?”

“What’s been most challenging on your adventure?”

You feel an imposing presence behind you and turn to see Milo there.

“This is a private area, you all need to leave the challenger alone.”

“Just one question!”

“Okay… one,” you relent with a look of annoyance.

“What do you have to say to Champion Leon right now?”

“No mercy,” you say with a shrug and a smirk.

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