#before me who viewed the house is likely to bump up that offer way more bc she said. and i quote

[comfortless]

i have been thinking about this for a while and i love how you write, so what do you think of biker!könig with a gf that studies in uni? how did they meet? does he get jealous easily of her classmates? what is the aftermath of his jealousy (😏)?

thank you so much 🩷

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content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fem (afab) reader, suggestive, but mostly just two sillies attempting to flirt.

They first cross paths at a gas station. Sundown and desolate apart from the woman who approaches the tiny shop on foot whilst he straddles his bike at the pump.

She doesn’t notice him, and that’s just fine. More often than not, people do but for the wrong reasons. It’s always the height or the face only his mother could love. This is a good thing, shows she’s not hasty with her judgment, shows she’s just unaware enough to let something like him in.

It’s stupid, completely ridiculous at how he feels his heart thump to life, ribcage squeezing and stomach a whirl with butterflies at the mere sight. The furthest thing from love comes to mind at the sight: plush thighs peeking out against the hem of shorts that cut off just below her bum, the tight tanktop that displays her cleavage in a way so enticing. But that’s what he immediately thinks of, that word that seems foreign to him even in his mother tongue.

Love.

König could be a gentleman, lie her down in his bed instead of fucking her over the bike, if she were kind enough to follow him home. That offer feels heavy as lead on his tongue, lost someplace in his throat when he really gets a good view of her.

He’s never been good with talking to women, anyway. Especially not an angel so far out of his league she would surely only scoff with her sweet drink in hand, turn away from him with her nose held high and dark circles under her eyes as she suffers through another paper back at her dorm or wherever she came from.

So, he leaves her be as much as he can and should, only watches her with his helmet in place and that dark visor masking where his eyes wander from her face down to the retreating view of her legs as she walks.

The next time time is during the rain.

König is good at refraining from acting on base instinct. There’s a lot to consider before stealing away some miserable dove on the sidewalk, the light drizzle from above soaking into her dress and battering her lashes as she sits and waits for a ride that just doesn’t seem to be coming. He’s got his military background, keeps his house tidy and rarely muddles in the affairs of other people.

It’s just that she’s cold.

He tells himself that the only reason he stops his bike some meters away is because she will get sick if he doesn’t offer her a ride. He’s just being a gentleman. There’s nothing more to it.

So he does. Keeps his helmet on and masks his face as well as the weird excitement and nervousness in his voice when the muffled offer taints the wet air.

It doesn’t matter that he wouldn’t have never considered any of this if she weren’t so cute. If she didn’t look so fragile and sweet. She smiles and nods immediately, fusses with her dress a bit when she climbs onto the bike behind him when she tells him that she’s only just been on a date. It just hadn’t turned out well and whoever the bastard had been had dipped before even the entree was served.

It sends his mind spiraling when it shouldn’t.

It’s deranged to think of her misfortune as fate when it isn’t.

“I’m sorry… I don’t know where to put my hands,” she laughs someplace against his shoulder, chin just slightly tilted up to bump his damp t-shirt. It’s the nicest thing he’s ever heard, not mocking at all, only shy.

“Around me.”

He sounds like an old pervert, feels just like one when he takes her hands into his own and guides them around his middle. Presses in a bit too tight, because it’s been a long time since he’s had a woman so close and it feels good to be held like this.

She makes some quiet noise, a soft gasp, then presses her face into the darkness of his shirt to hide away from the rain or maybe…

“You can come home with me. It’s close.”

She laughs again, and he’s reminded of just how little tact that he has with the fairer sex. She must think him an idiot, some hopeful vigilante that scoops women up from the street after nightmare dates with bad food or bad dick. It sounds so stupid to his own ears, he knows he’s burning crimson beneath the black helmet.

Until she squeezes him a bit, gives what must be her best attempt at a hug from their positioning. Again, too, maybe out of surprise that there’s muscle there. Something a woman like her might like.

“I’ve got nothing to lose, huh?” and then “You seem a lot nicer than he was, anyway.”

The air gets stolen from his lungs and his jaw grows loose. She had only told him yes to maybe sitting on his couch, watching some miserable war film until he brought her back to her academic wasteland, but not a part of him had expected that.

It takes a moment for him to realize he hasn’t said a word, that he’s sat panting like some stay being offered a meaty bone. He takes a moment to reposition her grip around him, too ashamed of the way his cock springs to life at her closeness and the ridiculous fantasy playing out in his head.

“Right… you can dry off there.”

He doesn’t immediately remove the helmet when she steps into his abode, just guides her over to the washroom when she asks if he would mind if she used his shower and lets her be. That room has never known a woman’s touch, and the shirt he gives her to change into isn’t comparable to the cute, floral thing she was wearing.

He takes her dress to the dryer to distract himself from the fact that she’s naked in there, just a flimsy door away. Changes out of his own sopping wet clothes after considering that maybe she would want to touch him again. Maybe it felt nice for her too, just to hold someone. He could hold her too, if she wanted that, bring her right to his bed and keep her safe and warm.

“You’re out of conditioner,” she peeps as she steps back out of the bathroom. “Just thought you would want to…”

Her eyes trail over him for a time as her words taper off to nothing. Then, they’re locked to his face and any hope goes up in an inferno. The scars are probably scary, the dark circles from weeks of minimal sleep are probably even worse. She probably thinks him some sort of monster or a demon, something no girl should be left alone with.

Then, she smiles.

“Wow…”

“What…?”

He expects the worst and instinctively casts a sideways glance toward the helmet sat by the door. The perfect covering to avoid situations like this. It’s not that he’s dependent on it, but… maybe he would have had some sort of chance had he not taken it off.

“I’m sorry for staring, you’re just really…”

Ugly. Scary. Whatever words she’s considering, he doesn’t care to hear them. She could just ask to go home, save herself some fear and save him from another rejection.

“… cute.”

“Okay.”

Scheisse.

That wasn’t a “thank you” or anything of substance, but this is more mortifying than anything prior. Even the women who had pitied him with a date before had never called him something so endearing, never likened him to some adorable little thing or stared up at him like she does now. She only seems giddy, a fire burning behind her eyes like she’s just discovered some secret treasure.

“… cuter than your date?,” he hazards, rolls his shoulders and tilts his head at her. His attempt at sounding confident only comes across bitter and jealous. Maybe he is, but that fucker blew his chance, and she’s blessing König with far too many.

“Definitely.”

The tension feels tangible, despite the absurdity of all of this. He’s not sure what to do with his hands, where to look, what to say or how long to take between breaths.

She’s stood there in his shirt, looking as if she’s already his and he’s the one left feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

“I think you’re pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Ever since I first saw you, I…” He’s babbling too much, losing any composure because she just keeps her eyes trained on him, that adorable smile curling at her lips. If he sounded creepy, like he’s been following her, she doesn’t even seem to notice.

“Maybe you could take me on a date sometime,” she suggests, her voice coming as a breathy little whisper. Maybe she is shy, but she’s giving him the OK to push and prod and see just how far he can go, to expend all of his luck on this very night.

The rain outside only grows louder, threatening to cut the power and leave this docile angel in some dark pit with a mad king. He wishes it would, it grows harder to keep the prominent excitement in his crotch concealed the more that she talks and bats her eyelashes at him.

Being over-eager was a turn-off, right? He weighs his next words the best he can, considers playing it safe for just half a moment before they escape him anyway.

“Come here.”

There’s a darker storm brewing in his eyes when she takes those first, fragile steps toward him. But she graces him with the light of a spark when her hand finds his chest and presses there, feels his heart beating like it’s a normal thing to search for, like she’s just as mesmerized and surprised as she is now.

She’s snared in an instant with a face buried into her damp hair, lifted up with her legs guided to wrap around his waist. A decade worth of luck spent just like that, but he’s always been greedy.

The demand for more comes with a callused hand guiding her chin up. Her lips part immediately, eyelashes fluttering until they rest atop her cheeks, already warmed with the anticipation of what’s to come. His kissing begins gentle, soft for a second as he tries to memorize the plushness and curvature of her lips with his mouth alone.

Then, it’s only punishing.

He tries to hold himself back, but knowing he could have had this weeks ago while she was wandering about barely dressed drives him insane. The moment she gasps against his mouth, his tongue slips inside to find hers, rolls over it with such a ferocity that the corner of her mouth begins to glisten with their shared drool. She whines, then moans as her hands curl over his neck, petting at the short hair at the base of his skull.

His hands fall to her ass to keep her in place, gives her a pinch and then a grope when he realizes she’s not wearing underwear at all.

And that’s where the well must have run dry, because she tilts her face away with a series of soft pants, squeezes her trembling thighs around him as if to make a silent demand to stop, or maybe not. Everything she does makes him feel both hot and crazy; she doesn’t even attempt to wind out of his grip here, only looks up at him sultry and helpless. She must be wet, he can smell it, practically taste her already, but he doesn’t persist when she halts this dance.

“Wait… waitwait. I don’t even know your name.”

“König.”

She laughs breathlessly, then dips her head to press against his shoulder. His hand immediately rises to pet at her hair, twirling a few strands between his fingers as she tells him her name in turn.

“I don’t really want this to just be… one night, you know?,” she says, and that intrigues him.

“That so..?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly lowers her back down until her feet meet the carpeted floor, then takes her face into both hands while she gives him a cute pout. He could be sympathetic, could make her love him even… she’s left the door open for him already, after all.

“I could just hold you,” he mutters, tracing a circle into her cheek, savoring in the way her eyes seem to light up at that.

“I would like that.”

[oatbugs]

flabbergasted???

[wlntrsldler]

Three Hundred and Seventy-One Days | Luke Castellan

a/n: not canon-compliant! i hate this actually but i needed to write something to get me back in the zone! sunshine reader because i wanted a broody luke lol.

i. Three days.

Right before the sun sets behind the hill at Camp Half Blood, there's a chill in the air that hits Luke's skin in a way that makes him feel like he's back on the roof of his house in Connecticut. He found out about it when he returned from his failed quest when he was searching for a moment of solace, away from the pitiful eyes of the campers, away from the voice that haunted his dreams. Perched on a branch, hidden by the shade of the leaves, leaning against the bark of the tree with sticky amber clinging to the material of his orange shirt, Luke sits there until the sun disappears for the day.

It reminds him of the days he would crawl out of his bedroom window to escape the sounds of his mother's incoherent mumbling. He would sit there in nothing but a thin t-shirt and his cargo shorts, goosebumps rising on his skin, as he talked to himself. It was a bad habit he picked up in his younger years. He kept himself company at home because his mom didn't talk to him much, not really, and when she did, when her words made sense for once, all Luke could do was count down the minutes until he lost his mother again.

Before he was old enough to understand his heritage, who his father was, he used to pray to an entity he didn't believe in to give his mother moments of clarity, slivers of coherence so he at least knew something, anything, about the woman he called mom. But after the first time Luke's wishes were granted, he stopped praying. Somehow it was more painful watching his mother drift in and out of consciousness than it was living with a stranger he knew he loved, but knew nothing about.

For a year, that spot on the tree was a secret. Nobody knew that Luke would climb up there every day just to feel the breeze against his skin. Nobody questioned why the Hermes head counselor would disappear at the same time, until you came along.

"Whatcha doin' up there?"

Luke nearly lost his balance on the branch at the sound of your voice from under him. He looked down to see you smiling up at him, hands laced together behind your back. You were eighteen, the same as him, and when he first heard of your arrival, Luke was jealous. You got to have 18 years of childhood, while he was only granted half of that. It didn't seem fair.

"You should be at dinner," Luke replied, leaning back against the tree. The sun made the sky a soft orange color. The darkness of the night was creeping in through the corners of the sky, the chill he searches for each night engulfed him.

"To be fair, so should you, head counselor," You replied, analyzing the indents in the bark of the tree trunk that formed from Luke's constant climbing. You slotted your feet in the crevices, making your way to the tree branch beside Luke's. The two branches were close to each other, growing steadily until they almost touched at the tips. "Woah, this view is unreal."

"Be careful," He mumbled, clenching his jaw. "I'm not gonna take you to the infirmary if you fall and break a bone."

"Relax," You chuckled, situating yourself. "I can handle myself."

Luke nodded once and turned his attention back to the skyline. In this light, the scar across his cheek was prominent. It's healed well enough, but it still left a bump across his flesh that made Luke queasy every time he looked at it for too long. The two of you sat in silence as the sun disappeared. Luke tilted his head to look at you, only to find that you were already staring at him. He rubbed the side of his face against his shoulder as if trying to wipe away the scar on his shirt, "What are you doing here?"

You shrugged, "Not really into the whole offerings thing, to be honest."

"So you decided to wander into the woods alone?" Luke asked, "That's dangerous. There's a lot of things out here that you wouldn't believe. You can get hurt."

"But it's okay when you do it?"

"I know how to fight," Luke found himself taking on a defensive position. "You just got here."

"That doesn't mean I don't know how to fight," You replied. Your voice was calm, despite the slight bite to Luke's tone. "Just because I didn't spend my childhood playing with swords and bows and arrows doesn't mean I don't know how to fend for myself, y'know."

"The things out here are different from schoolyard bullies. I don't think you understand that."

"Are we going to ignore that I fought a hellhound on my way here or...?"

"You fought a hellhound?"

Luke wouldn't have guessed that by the way you walked into the Hermes cabin, all smiles and golden flecks of color in the irises of your eyes. You spoke in a preppy tone and he nearly had to grab his siblings by their ear to drag them away from you. If he was a betting man, he would bet that you were a child of Aphrodite.

"Mhm," You hummed, "See, I'm not so helpless."

"I didn't say you were."

"Yeah, but you implied it," You shrugged, not deterred by his tone. "Anyways, are you gonna tell me what you're doing here?"

"Well, I was trying to get some privacy," He replied. He should've been annoyed at the intrusion, but he couldn't bring himself to be upset with you as much as he should've been. "But that didn't go as planned."

"Sorry, sorry," You chuckled, putting your hands up in defense. "Didn't know keeping you company was a no-no. Maybe I do have some things to learn about camp after all."

He scoffed, "Hanging out with me should be the least of your worries."

"I dunno, I always seem to gravitate towards the broody types."

"I'm not broody."

"Right," You laughed. You turned to look at him, jaw dropping when you realized he was serious. "When was the last time you smiled? And not those fake, polite smiles you give to strangers trying to make small talk in the grocery store line, you know?"

No, he didn't know. He didn't go out much, much less to the grocery store to have conversations about the rising prices of produce or the lack of real milk options due to the infiltration of the non-dairy industry.

"I smile all the time," Luke replied, eyebrows furrowing in thought as he tried to remember the last time he smiled at someone. "I smile at campers."

"That's because it's your job, silly!" You giggled, shaking your head. "When was the last time you smiled just because?"

Luke pursed his lips, countering, "When was the last time you didn't smile?"

"When I was fighting the hellhound."

Luke felt his lips quirk up at that. It was a quick-witted response, he'll give you that. He stopped it from becoming anything more and cleared his throat.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it," You sighed, carefully stretching your legs down to the first indent on the tree. You skillfully climbed down and landed on your feet with a thud, "See you around, Luke."

Luke's mouth felt dry at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He was never a fan of his name before. He thought it sounded generic and unoriginal, but when you said it, it didn't sound half as bad as he thought it was. His stomach churned in a way that was foreign to him.

"Hopefully, not here!" He called out, watching as your figure retreated back to the main grounds. "Privacy, remember that!"

"I like the broody types, remember that!" You called back, waving to him before you disappeared into the maze of trees.

ii. Twelve days.

"You lied."

You looked up from your book with an eyebrow raised as you stared at the counselor at the foot of your bed. Luke was standing there, the signature stern look etched on his face. You placed your bookmark in your book, sitting up on your bed as you smiled at him, "Excuse me?"

He had his arms crossed over his chest, the beads of his camp necklace resting on the tops of his knuckles, "You lied. You didn't fight a hellhound."

"Okay, so I didn't fight a hellhound," You said, dragging on the word 'fight' for emphasis. "But I encountered a hellhound."

"Which you befriended."

"Which I befriended," You confirmed, "I named him Stanley. Wanna meet him?"

"No," Luke replied quickly. "That shouldn't even be allowed in here."

"He's sweet," You tutted, slipping your feet into your shoes as you stood up. "Give him a chance, I swear you'll love him."

"You're keeping a hellhound as a pet?"

"He's just a baby," You cooed, jutting out your bottom lip.

Luke felt his face twitch in half-annoyance and half-fondness. He didn't know if he found your naivete dangerous or charming, or both, but he was scared for you. You were too trusting for your own good, "He is not a baby. He's a monster."

"Don't talk about Stanley like that."

Luke rolled his eyes, falling into the same rhythm as your steps, "You don't realize how dangerous this is, Y/N."

"Here you go with the danger thing again," You teased, nudging him. Luke's breath got caught in his chest. Your simple touch seemed to burn his skin. Sparks erupted across his entire body. "Told you, I'll be fine."

"Not every monster you encounter can be defeated by the power of friendship. You can't rely on some kumbaya shit."

"Kumbaya?" You snorted, looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You scrunched your face up, a tiny smile tugging on your lips. "You're so...."

"I'm so what?" He questioned, planting his feet on the ground.

"Odd."

He tried not to take offense to that because while your words were like a dagger to his heart, the way you said it showed that you didn't mean it in a bad way. You seemed to be trying to figure him out, pressing his buttons, trying to see what made him tick. And you were succeeding. Luke never ventured to talk to new campers unless he was forced to by Chiron, but he couldn't fight the pull you had on him.

"Broody and odd," He said, resuming his steps, "I'm swooning."

The full belly laugh that escaped you made Luke's steps falter. Campers surrounding you looked at you, confused as to what Luke could've said that made you react that way. Surely, the Hermes Head Counselor wasn't that funny. He wasn't known to crack jokes, not since he returned. You couldn't help it, though. He said it in such a deadpan way that made your sides hurt from laughing so much.

"Just my type," You teased.

Luke didn't like how his cheeks were warming up at your comment. He's not one to flirt or be flirted with. He found girls attractive, sure, but most of them were too intimidated to talk to him so he never really had experience in that department. But he supposed since you grew up in the world, you were used to doing things like this. He wondered if you knew the effect you had on him.

"Dinner is supposed to be good tonight," He said, changing the subject. He was looking everywhere but you, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks that seemed to not want to subside.

"Oh, no you don't," You shook your head. "You are not gonna tempt me into going to dinner just so you can hide away in your tree. I'll be there, Castellan."

He grimaced. He was hoping that you'd fall for the trap, but he was learning quickly that you weren't as gullible as he hoped you'd be. Luke sighed, accepting defeat. "Fine, but can you just be careful? You've been lucky that there weren't any creatures lurking around."

"Why don't we just go together?" You asked, "So you can stop worrying about my safety and all."

"I'm not worried about your safety," He lied through his teeth. The idea wasn't bad though. It would keep him from wondering if you were attacked on your way to meet him. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about it. He didn't like this weird protectiveness he had over you. He didn't even know you. "But fine. Meet me at the Hermes cabin after they ring for dinner."

"You got it," You saluted him playfully as you walked away, skipping to meet up with members of the Apollo cabin. How did you manage to make so many friends so quickly? And why did you insist on sticking with him when it's clear that you had other friends you could be bothering instead of him?

Luke tried not to think about it too much as he continued on with his day, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept pulling him back to you. During his lessons with other campers, he took mental notes of what moves he should teach you, just in case anything happened so you'd be prepared. During arts and crafts, he found himself reaching for the gold glitter because it reminded him of your eyes. This caused raised eyebrows from other campers since it was well-known that the counselor didn't like glitter post-Glitter Gate where he was shaking out glitter from his curls for days.

By the time dinner rolled around, he was thankful he stopped thinking about you, but soon realized that it was worse now that you were in front of him, all smiles and banter as you always were. It was getting harder to contain the redness of his cheeks as you complimented him in your own way.

"Lead the way, Castellan," You grinned.

Luke couldn't help but return your smile.

iii. Sixty-six days.

"Stanley, down," You instructed, leaning over to scratch the hellhound behind its ears. "Good boy."

Luke's sword was raised in a fighting stance as he watched you giggle as the hellhound nuzzled into your touch. You somehow managed to make him agree to meet the monster. Pathetically, it didn't take much for Luke to agree. It took you batting your eyelashes at him with a small pout and he reluctantly agreed to meet Stanley.

"Luke," You called him over, still petting the hellhound. "Come on, he won't do anything to you."

"I'm good right here," He grunted, holding onto his sword. "If he tries anything, one of us should be ready and you obviously have your guard down."

"He won't," You assured, "He's sweet."

"Nothing from the underworld is sweet, Y/N."

"You don't think I'm sweet?"

Luke rolled his eyes. You'd been claimed by your father, Hades, a few days ago. It made sense the more he thought about it. The hellhound wasn't sent to attack you, but to protect you. It was sent by your father to guide you to Camp Half Blood. "You're not technically from there."

"Same shit," You shrugged, patting the spot next to you on the grass for him to join you. "Come on, Luke. Come meet Stanley."

It was against everything he believed in. He shouldn't walk over to you to pet a monster like it was a stray dog on the side of the road, waiting to be rescued. But his feet seemed to have a mind of their own because before he knew it, he was walking over to you, sword tossed somewhere beside him to keep his hands free to touch the surprisingly soft fur of the hellhound.

The hellhound purred under Luke's touch, gentle and loving. If Luke ignored the scary color of its eyes, he would confidently say that it was just a dog. Luke's shoulders relaxed, "Okay, he's not half bad."

"Told you," You said, leaning against him. Luke's hands froze for a second, making the hellhound whine. He resumed his scratches, not wanting to take his chances and angering the dog. "See? Not all of us from the underworld are scary monsters."

"You're not from there," He repeated, "Stop saying that you are."

"Hades is my dad, Luke," You whispered. "So I am. I am a part of him."

"You're nothing like the gods."

There was something in his voice that made your heart pound in your chest. It was no secret that Luke's relationship with his father, and all of the gods for that matter, was strained. Luke saying that you were nothing like them with such sincerity made your head spin. It felt definite. It felt like a fact that he could never think of you as that.

"Could be nice though," You joked, trying to cover up the swell in your chest with humor. "Immortality and all."

"Nah, this one life is enough for me, I think."

"What? You're not shooting for rebirth?"

If anyone else would've asked him the same question a year ago, even a few weeks ago, he would've said no. If any of his other lives were like this one, he would decline the request if he could. All that he'd gone through in this lifetime was enough.

But now you were asking him that question with a twinkle of hope in your eyes that made him wonder if he'd judged this life too soon. Maybe there was more to life than fighting and running. Maybe the moments of life when he sits on a tree branch watching the sunset, or when he's yelling at his siblings to stop running in the cabin, or hell, even when he was petting a goddamn hellhound, were enough to make him wish for another shot at this life thing.

Maybe he just needed to learn a thing or two from you. If he could continue to know you in each lifetime, maybe he'll turn out fine.

"Maybe," Luke poked his tongue out the corner of his mouth. He blinked, "I don't know."

"Keep an open mind to it, is all I ask," You said. "I wanna find you in every universe just so I can annoy the shit out of you in each one."

He chuckled softly, not missing the smile that widened on your face as you watched him crack. "I changed my mind. No rebirth for me. I can only handle you in so many lifetimes."

"You'll grow to love me."

I know, Luke wanted to say, and that's the part that scares me the most. Throughout his years at Camp Half Blood, Luke prided himself in knowing that when push comes to shove, he can do what's necessary to succeed. It's what made him the perfect Head Counselor, the best swordsman that Camp Half Blood has seen in years. It's what made him a hero.

But now he didn't feel like that was the case anymore. He was growing soft, weak. He'd spent so much time trying to protect you and keep you from danger that he forgot about protecting himself. You found his Achilles heel and well, Luke was just waiting until he surrendered to you.

He opened his mouth to speak, "If Stanley doesn't kill me first."

If Luke could bottle up the sound of your laughter, he would.

iv. Three hundred and sixty-five days.

"Who is that?"

Luke followed Percy's eyes to the other side of the field. His lips turned up at the corners as he saw you waving at him with a smile on your face. Luke waved back with the same enthusiasm, confusing the boy beside him.

"That's Y/N," Luke responded, picking up his steps to meet you halfway. "That's my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"I know, shocker!" You teased, placing a kiss on Luke's cheek. Luke wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you closer, completely oblivious to the grimace that graced Percy's face. "Mr. Stick-in-the-mud head counselor has a girlfriend."

"Hey!"

Percy scrunched his face up, "You kinda are a stick-in-the-mud. No offense."

"Offense taken," Luke scoffed, poking your side. "Y/N, this is Percy. He's new here."

You stretched out a hand in greeting, "Nice to meet ya, Percy. Welcome to Camp Half Blood."

"Are you always this preppy?"

"She is," Luke said, shrugging. "Nice change of pace from the rest of us, don't you think?"

"Sure," He nodded, eyeing the both of you. Luke's arm didn't move from your waist and you didn't seem to mind. He was too young to understand why you and Luke didn't want to have any personal space. "Are you joining us on the tour that Luke is giving me of Camp Half Blood?"

"Wish I could, but the Stolls are planning to TP the Ares cabin as a prank and I should probably stop them before someone gets maimed at Capture the Flag tomorrow," You cringed.

Luke sighed, dropping his head to your shoulder. You tangled your fingers through his curls, trying to offer some comfort, "I told them not to do that."

"When have your siblings ever listened to you?"

"They used to before you came along!" Luke groaned, "But now they only listen to the pretty counselor."

"Must run in the family," You teased.

"Shut up," Luke grumbled, lifting his head up. Percy could see the blush on Luke's cheeks and he cringed. He hoped he'd never end up like this when he became a teenager. It was obvious you had Luke wrapped around your finger. "Go stop them before Lee gives us a lecture on the dangers of resorting to violence. Again."

"I'm going, I'm going," You laughed. You placed a quick kiss to Luke's lips before waving goodbye to the two boys. Before you were out of earshot, you turned around, "Tree later?"

"See you there!" Luke replied, grinning at you until you made it across the field. He turned to Percy, scratching the back of his neck, "Sorry about that. Where were we?"

"Archery."

"Ah, right! Archery," Luke nodded, continuing his steps, "It's down this way."

Percy followed Luke through the field, staring at the signs that pointed in different directions. Camp Half Blood was huge. This tour was definitely going to take longer than he anticipated. Not wanting to continue with a lull in the conversation, Percy spoke up, "How long have you and Y/N been together?"

Percy figured that Luke would have a lot to say about you which would fill the silence. He was right. Luke smiled at the boy, "A few months. She got here last year and it's been us two ever since. Took me a minute to ask her out, though."

"Well if you liked her, why did you wait? That doesn't make much sense."

"It was complicated," He replied, "I didn't really accept that I liked her until way later. Kinda kept my feelings to myself for a while."

"Is this what being a teenager is like?" Percy asked, cringing at Luke's words. He always imagined that falling in love with someone was easy. If two people liked each other, they should be together, right?

"Yeah," Luke laughed, patting Percy on the back. "Enjoy your early years, Perce. It gets worse from here."

"Geez, you really know how to inspire confidence in someone."

The laugh that escaped Luke reminded him too much of you. There were parts of you that weaseled their way into him. He didn't understand why you laughed so hard at his deadpan comments before, but now that he was on the receiving end of it with Percy, he saw why.

Percy reminded Luke a lot of himself, back when he was younger. It was a weird thing to meet a foil of yourself, someone who you could've been if things had been different. Luke wondered if he'd be like Percy if his life hadn't been so cruel. Not that Percy's life was all sunshine and rainbows, either. Luke heard through the grapevine that Percy lost his mom during the battle with the minotaur, but at least he had a mom that he knew. He had a mom that cared for him.

Luke was dreading the day Percy got claimed. Something told him that it would cause a ripple effect. Start things that Luke wasn't ready for, not yet. Maybe he'll never be ready for it. Had he known that he'd meet you, maybe he wouldn't have said yes to it. Maybe if you had stumbled into Camp Half Blood a day earlier, he wouldn't be facing this.

Luke faked a smile, shaking away those thoughts, "Come on, archery's just around the corner."

v. Three hundred and seventy-one days.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Luke closed his eyes at the familiar voice that joined him on the tree branch. The separate branch that you used to it on morphed into his own. Two branches intertwined, a simple work of nature, but it felt like a symbol. An omen.

The fireworks illuminated the night sky. Luke had never been up here this late before. The air was cold.

"What are you doing here?"

You let out a dry chuckle, "Dejavu for a second there."

"Y/N."

You gulped, slowly inching towards him. There was a crease between his eyebrows as he stared ahead. You sighed, "I came looking for you."

"Why?"

"Luke, don't do this."

He sniffed, rubbing his eyes with his balled-up fists. He winced as he put too much pressure on his cheek, his scar stinging at the contact. It's been more sensitive lately the more he spoke to Kronos. He shook his head, "I have to."

"No, you don't," You pleaded, placing a hand on his arm. "It's not too late."

"It is. Don't you understand?" He sobbed, "It's too late."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to break your heart," He whispered. He felt silly saying it out loud, but it made sense to him at the time. He couldn't bare to see your face when he told you about everything. That's why he was going to leave without saying goodbye.

"How's that going for you?"

How you managed to make him laugh even during this, even during the end, was beyond Luke's understanding. He wished you didn't have an effect on him like this. It would make things so much easier.

"I'm sorry."

"For breaking my heart or for betraying all of us?"

Luke licked his lips, "Both."

You removed your hand from his arm. Luke shivered without your touch. "I'll see you again, yeah?"

"I don't know."

"I know," Tears pricked your eyes. Maybe it was the shock of it all, but you were calm. Too calm. It didn't feel real that just a few steps away, camp was in disarray because of the boy beside you. "Rebirth, remember? In every lifetime."

"Sure," He said. Maybe the hope of it all will be enough to get him through this. "I love you."

"I love you, too," You said, leaning over to place a last kiss on his lips. You pulled away as you felt your tears mixing with his, "Go, they'll come looking here soon."

Luke nodded and made his way down the tree. You watched him fade away in the distance.

[jeysbvck]

it always leads to you (in my hometown)

oh hi, im back after almost a year of not posting fics, and of course it's my main man who pulls me back in! this is my first jey uso fic, so pls comment & reblog & let me know what you think!! i tried to make it angsty, to fit the song more, but i guess that's not the direction my brain wanted to go!!

jey uso x afab!reader

smut, 18+, minors dni!!

word count: 2,420

some people i thought might like this (if you don't wanna be tagged, just let me know!): @southerngirl41 @bebesobrielo @harmshake @afterdarkprincess @rollinsland @wrestlezaynia @crxssjae

summary: when you're in town for the holidays, it always ends up with you in jey usos bed for the weekend. this time, it isn't enough, and jey shows you why you can't leave him behind.

You stared out the window, feeling content as you watched the snow fall outside, frost gathering on the glass. You and Jey had spent all weekend in bed, sleeping half the day away and sharing body heat in more ways than one; which is how you spent all the fleeting weekends together. You had so much to do before you left in two days, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave the warm bed, especially when Jey was sleeping beside you, looking like a literal angel.

This had been happening for the last four years and you remembered it all too well; the bewildered, haunted look when Jey locked eyes with you for the first time in years, like he'd seen a ghost. You remembered the ice that ran through every vein in your body when he walked past you without acknowledging you, making you consider whether you were a ghost. You remember lying in your childhood bedroom, old photographs of you and Jey still on your walls, staring down at you, judging you. You knew you'd hurt him when you left, he didn't think your reasons were good enough; but it never crossed your mind that he'd pretend you were a stranger. But as you stared at the posters and photographs on your walls, you realised that you were a stranger now, you didn't recognise the girl in the photographs anymore.

A few days later, you bumped into Jey again, this time you were both alone, walking past the school you used to share, and things seemed different. He opened a dialogue, asked you how you'd been, asked about your life, and before you knew it, you'd been standing in the cold for half an hour. Jey offered you a ride, and you weren't ready for this to end; it felt familiar, but also new. So you accepted and you drove around the small town, commenting on how things hadn't changed. Four hours later, you were in his bed, doing things you had only dreamed about.

You thought it would be a one-off, that maybe the universe was giving you a better goodbye than the first time, a better reunion than the one in the bar. But the next holiday you were in town, he text you, and you ended up in his bed again. Then Jey started surprising you at the airport -sometimes you hadn't even told him what time your flight was- and although he dropped you off at your parents house, it wasn't long before you were spending most of the time with Jey. It was essentially a weekend-long holiday hook up, a way to make you feel less lonely during the holidays and a way to have what could've been -what should've been- if you had just stayed.

Jey stirred in his slumber, retracting his arm that was stretched over you, taking away the warmth and leaving a chill behind, as you pulled the quilt up further, you couldn't help but think of it as a metaphor for how you would feel in a couple of days when you left. You turned your back on the beautiful view outside the window to the -in your totally, unbiased opinion- the more beautiful view next to you. Even after all the years of knowing Jey, he still took your breath away, he still set your heart ablaze. Every time you were here, you took every opportunity to mentally record every detail of him to take back with you. Every new grey hair, every tattoo, every laughter line, every perfect imperfections, you took it all in. You basked in the warmth, the comfort, the happiness that you felt in this bed, knowing it would all be over in a flash.

"Mornin' babe," Jey said, with a sleepy smile, "you're watchin' me sleep, forgot you were a creep."

You hummed in response as you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his pillow-like lips. "And I forgot you snore." You teased, and Jey scoffed, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.

"Such a liar." He mumbled against your lips and you smiled, pulling away and finding your place on his chest. Your fingertips traced the lines of his intricate tattoo on his chest, as his stroked your back, soothingly.

The time you spent with Jey, in this bed, the room, the house; felt like a different world. Like reality as you know it didn't exist here, it was just you and Jey, and nothing else mattered. You hated leaving, you hated getting on the plane, going back to your life like you hadn't just left the warmest place you'd ever known.

"So..." Jey started, and you knew what was coming. The dreaded question that he asked every time. "How long we got? Until you-"

You cut him off, not wanting the words to be said, as if it somehow wouldn't happen if Jey didn't speak it into the universe. "I know what you mean, Jey." You sighed. "Can't we just stay in this bubble for a little longer?"

"How much longer? Like, you wanna talk later, over dinner? Or how about the mornin' of your flight so we barely get to say goodbye?" He snapped, and you scoffed at the outburst. "Ay, you're the one who-"

"Okay," you cut him off before he finished the sentence, sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe that had been thrown on the floor the night before as you stood up and pulled it over your body. "You really wanna spend the time arguing?"

"No! I jus'-" Jey groaned and turned on his side, his elbow resting on the mattress. "Okay listen, I know our whole thing; no stayin', no waitin', but-"

"No Jey, this works!" You lied. You knew you were trying to convince him more than yourself, because you knew it wasn't working. If it did, leaving him wouldn't break your heart, you wouldn't spend the year counting down to the next holiday. Nobody in your life knew you like Jey. They didn't know which smiles you were faking, or which laughs were genuine. They didn't even know your coffee order, or your favourite film.

"This works for you? This is enough for you?" Jey asked. "Because it isn't for me."

You bit your lips, you'd expected this every time, you knew it would happen eventually. Jey was always going to find someone who could give him more than you could offer.

"What are you saying?" You asked. "You don't-you wanna end this?"

Jey got his knees and shuffled towards you, leaning up and cupping your face with his hands, his eyes level with yours. "I don't wanna end this." He said. "I wanna be with you."

"Jey," you whispered, hoping he could see in your eyes how much love you have for him. "I can't- We can't-"

"Ay, just listen." Jey said. "What if I came wit' you?"

You stared at him, speechless, your face still in his hands. "That's not funny."

"It ain't supposed to be funny."

"Stop it. You can't just say stuff like this, not in here, not like this when we're all caught up in the bubble!" You said, throwing your hands around. "You have your family here, a life here, you're just gonna leave it all behind?!"

"Didn't stop you." Jey retorted, and you rolled your eyes.

"That was different! I didn't pack up my life to follow someone across the country!" He smirked at you, making you roll your eyes a second time.

"Ay, you think highly of yourself, don't ya?" He joked, but you groaned and pulled his hands away from your face, putting your own over your face. "What if I ain't doin' it for you? What if I'm doin' it for me?" He asked. He pulled your hands from your face and held them. "I know you tell me not to, but I wait, babe. I wait for you to call, to text, I ask your parents when you're comin', so I can wait at the airport for you. I don't wanna wait anymore, I wanna be wit' you, for real, and you can't stay."

You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to let yourself smile, and you turned your back on him, sitting back down on the bed. He was saying all the right things, wearing your favourite smile, and it was hard to be logical right now. This was never an option, because what if he ended up resenting you? Having Jey sporadically in your life through the year was better than the alternative.

Jey ran his hands up and down your arms, planting little kisses on your shoulder and neck. "Jus' think about it, babe." He whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck. "We can have more than jus' weekends." His hands slid over your skin, grazing your breasts as he followed a path down to your stomach, sending shivers through your whole body. "We can do this-" His hand slipped into your underwear, teasing you. "-whenever we want."

You tilted your head back, leaning it against his shoulder as he nibbled your neck, and you hummed, bucking your hips in an attempt to get his fingers exactly where you needed them. He clicked his tongue before he dug his teeth into your neck, a moan escaping your mouth as his fingers teased your entrance.

His hard cock was pressed against your back, and as he played and teased you, you reached around and grabbed his cock. He rutted against your hand, moaning into your neck as you stroked the long length, the action making him push two fingers inside you. They moved inside you, matching the pace of your hand on his cock; when you slowed down, he did, and when you quickened the pace, he did too.

Jey upped the ante, his thumb flicking over your clit, making your hips buck, your grip on his cock tightening, making it twitch. Jey groaned into your shoulder, and when you ran your thumb over his tip, he pulled away from your hand. "Nah, you're gonna make me cum." He mumbled into your shoulder. He kissed your skin again, before pulling his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper pathetically. You watched as he slipped off the bed and pushed you backwards on the bed before getting on his knees. "Gotta remind you what you'll be missin' if you leave without me." He smirked, burying his head in between your legs.

You moaned loudly as he flattened his tongue against your cunt, slowly licking every part of you. He quickened the pace, and just as you arched your hips, he pinned them against the bed, while pushing two fingers inside you, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit. This was euphoric, you writhed underneath him as he drove you wild. Jey knew exactly what he was doing and his plan was working, you knew that he could ask you for anything right now -doing that thing with his tongue- you'd say yes to anything and everything.

"So wet for me." He muttered against you, nibbling the inside of your thigh as he fucked you with his fingers. All you could do was gasp and moan as he didn't give you a moment to breathe, sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. You tried to hold out, to delay your orgasm, but it wasn't long before you let yourself go, bundling the sheets in your hands as your thighs gripped his head.

Jey pulled back and crawled up your body, his thick, hard cock grazing your cunt, making your body twitch. He grinned down at you, his beard glistening with your juices, his dark eyes full of lust and you pulled him down by the chain around his neck for a kiss, your tongues dancing with each other as you ran your hands down his toned back. He rubbed his cock against your cunt, and you bucked your hips against him. "Fuck me, Jey." You managed to gasp, and he grinned at you, his eyes darkening more. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning with you as your cunt tightened around him.

Your moans were lost in Jeys mouth as your bodies rocked together, your kisses getting rougher and more passionate. His free hand playing with your breasts, switching between them, refusing to let your hands free. "Such a good girl, takin' my cock like this." He grunted and you threw your head back as he attacked your neck once again. Your orgasm was bubbling up inside you, your legs beginning to shake as he fucked you harder and deeper, his own orgasm imminent. He brought his lips back to yours, the kiss slower, but not less passionate, and when he let go of your hands to grip your hips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Shit, baby, I'm so close." He groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck, his thrusts getting harder. You rolled your hips making his cock twitch inside you, and in all the bliss and passion as your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, three words slipped out of your mouth.

"Come with me." You whispered, nibbling his earlobe. "So close." He repeated, and you grabbed his head, making him look at you.

"No Jey, come with me." You said, and he looked in your eyes, he flashed you that beautiful smile -one that could light up a starless night sky. You nodded, and he kissed you, just as his own orgasm hit, and he thrusted into you a few more times, his moans being caught by your mouth.

He dropped onto you; his body like a welcome weighted blanket, and you wrapped your arms around him as he lay on your chest. "Did ya mean it?" He asked quietly. You ran your fingers through his hair, and thought about what you said. You hadn't meant to say it, especially in that moment, it had just slipped out. You also hadn't meant to confirm it was in fact, what you meant. But you meant it with your whole heart, and you knew as soon as Jey voiced it as an option, you knew you couldn't leave him behind again.

"I mean it, Jey. I've never meant anything more."

[just-my-type-x]

Heyyy i have a random request, I read your Colby X reader called “unholy” and I was wondering if you could do one where it’s still smutty (if you’re okay with that) and basically Colby and the reader are at a party and Colby basically saved the reader from another dude trying to force himself on her and when he’s trying to soothe the reader he basically admits he’s had feeling for her for a while and things get steamy

Hate The Game

Angst, slight smut

Hello bby, sorry for the long wait, but i find it so hard to right anything. Also, another apology to the fact that, for now, i'm not writing Colby smut, but i transformed it in a way to involve ur full request.

Hope u enjoy it ♥️

The amount of people who are singing takes me by surprise as i enter the house party, rather shy. I look backwards and i laugh along with Colby, both of us noticing how everyone's already fired up by alcohol in a pretty small time frame.

We both enter the house and Jake's wide smile greets us in the small hallway, before the rest of the living room and kitchen space open up in front of us. With a bottle of champagne in his hand, he hugs us both and we wish him a happy birthday, patting him on the back and smiling.

"Have a great one, buddy", Colby smiles widely at his friend and i can tell he's reminiscing all the memories he's had with Jake throughout the years. I quickly look away when Colby catches me staring at him, but he chuckles and comes by my side so we would walk around the party together.

We get a drink and find an empty spot right around the open-space kitchen and i jump on the counter, trying to get a better view above all the people who are playing beer pong, Sam included as a competitor.

"I bet 5 bucks Sam is going to ace the game, but when there are 2 more cups to go, he'll lose", Colby laughs as i take a sip of my beer bottle. I laugh beside him and nod, agreeing with him.

"Everything works so smoothly until he's so close to winning", i agree with him and he bumps into me playfully when i jump next to him on the counter. "But, i bet you 10 bucks that it's not gonna be the case this time.", proudly and sure on himself, Colby takes a shot of the tequila he's just poured. We shake hands to seal the deal and watch the intense beer pong game, cheering every time Sam got the ping pong ball into the other's cups. The game went on for a few more minutes, ending in Colby handing me the $10. With a smirk on my face, i gladly grab the money and purse my lips. "i would've let you keep it, but i hate it when you play the I'm so sure on myself card."

He puts a hand on his chest, mimicking he's hurt. "I thought you liked confident guys."

"I do, but the way you portrait confidence has me a little bit nervous and i don't like it when i lose control over my emotions", the conversation goes from 0 to 100 pretty quick, but I've never been this honest with Colby before. The numerous shots of tequila and beer we took throughout the beer pong game make me bring out a certain honesty out of me. I've only known Sam and Colby for 8 months, meeting them when i got to film a ghost investigation with them in New York. Ever since then, whenever either of us had free time, we linked up. Now it's one of those times when i decided to take a break and enjoy a week of holiday and i chose to fly to Vegas to catch up with them.

"I'm not gonna lie, i knew there was something about you that caught my attention that very moment we met", Colby's eyes sparkle, but he almost gulps as he wasn't prepared either for the sentence that came out. "Uhm, I'm gonna go check on Sam real quick", he offers me a quick smile and i nod, my face morphed in a what the fuck expression.

I don't leave the open space living room, but instead of sitting at the counter, i sit behind it and look around the place for more familiar faces, but it looks like not even the other guests know anyone else other than the people that came with them.

"Is this seat taken?", a deep voice comes from behind me. A tall man with the features of an Instagram model, which i actually think he is, stands behind me with a whiskey bottle in his right hand, his left one touching my shoulder. The way he holds it makes me wonder if he can actually stand on his own 2 feet.

"Uhm, sure", i take the chair and move it a bir further from the counter so he could sit down directly and not fall with the chair and the bottle, causing a total mess. Call me practical. I study his face closer as he fights his own balance to sit down, but he keeps pushing the chair with one leg. He's now a lot further than at the beginning and i try my hardest not to roll my eyes, laugh in his face and leave to find Sam, because Colby looks like he lost himself. He has red cheeks and his eyes look heavy, like he's on the verge of falling asleep.

"I'm Ryan", he extends the Jack bottle towards me, only to realise he can't shake hands with the bottle. I bite my lip to hold my laughter.

"I'm-"

"Too beautiful to be alone at a party", Ryan eyes me up and down and i cross my legs, feeling weird because of his unwelcomed stare.

"Well, it's not much of a party anymore, everything toned down after the beer pong", i let out a soft laugh

"We should have our own game", his words make me raise a brow, giving him a sign to provide me more information. "But not something lame like beer pong", he looks somewhere in the corner of the room, basically zoning out as the alcohol keeps ruining his neurons for the night.

"What game?", i cross my arms at my chest, already out of patience with this stranger that definitely doesn't deserve the platform he has, in case he has one. His smirk and the fact that he fights to get closer to me are the only signs i needed to realise that i shouldn't had asked.

"You see, it's me, you, naked and whoever takes more shots off that person's body wins.", he leans in closer and i lean further, but because of the corner cut of the counter, i don't have anywhere else to move. I push him back in his place, but he grabs my hand in his." And if we're not naked, it doesn't work, you know? Cause the glass wouldn't stay in place", he places a kiss kn my hand and i snap it away from him with disgust written all over my face.

"You should go take a shower, an Advil and never leave your room out of respect for yourself. You're making such a fool of yourself, I'm glad nobody's paying attention to you.", i snap and i get up from my chair, only for him to do the same and trap me between him and the counter.

"Where are you going? We didn't even start the game", Ryan's fingers run up my exposed arms and i try pushing him, but this time he doesn't move at all. Instead, he leans in more towards me. He tries to kiss me and i move my head, closing my eyes. I feel a gust of wind and then i hear, a whine. I open my eyes and i see Ryan on the floor, with Colby almost hovering over him.

"Get 10 meters close to her next time and you'll be flying out the window. Knock some sense into yourself, Ryan. Look how pathetic you are. You're hitting on my girlfriend now, tomorrow you'll be hitting on your mate's. You'll get your eyes black before you know it. Be happy i didn't touch your pretty face, otherwise you wouldn't be making bucks on Instagram.", Colby looks down at Ryan who just whines because the room is spinning and he can't grab a hold on himself to get up. We scoff at him at the same time.

"She didn't mention she has a boyfriend"

"She shouldn't. If she doesn't want you, you just let go", Colby grabs my hand and guides me outside the house, Sam following behind. I get inside Colby's Corolla and Sam gets behind the wheel of his car as well, both cars leaving towards their house to spend some time together.

"Thank you for that. I would've done the same to him, i just needed to push him one more time", i fake my confidence as i look out the window, my fingers trembling still

"Didn't you say something about confidence earlier?", Colby asks and we both laugh.

"Shut up", i pinch his bicep.

"You're welcome, I'm glad i could be there to help you", i smile at him one more time before silence takes over the car. We get to their house in less than 10 minutes, the silence being actually bearable and very needed after such a busy evening. "Don't go out yet", Colby stops me before i take one leg outside the car. "I need to talk to you"

"Oh no, am i getting grounded?", i laugh, hoping to get rid of some of the tension building inside. I close the car door and shift in my seat to look at him. He sighs and opens and closes his mouth, unable to come up with words.

"I was selfish tonight. I didn't want to rescue you, i didn't know he was actually forcing himself on you. I got there and snatched him away from you because i thought you were kissing or something", Colby looks away from me and shakes his head. "It was only after that, when i saw your face, that it was something else. And oh man how it got my blood boiling", he looks back at me and half a smirk lights up his face. I give him a small smile.

"I never thought a guy's jealousy would save me one day from a crappy interaction with a dickhead", we both laugh and he cups my cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "What did you call me back there?", he blushes at my question

"My girlfriend?"

"Oooh, that sounds good. Maybe we should rehearse-", he cuts me off by placing his lips on mine, the softness making me push my face closer to his to maks sure they're actually touching. A smile forms on his lips at my move and he pushes back just the way i did. His teeth find my bottom lip and i grab him by the collar as he slips his tongue in my mouth. He pulls me on his lap, our kiss deepening and making my head spin at the taste of him. We both gasp for air, looking in each other's eyes before closing the gap once again. I hold him by the neck and i place quick kisses on his lips, cheek and down his neck, his hand grabbing my ass. A surprised moan escapes my lips and his groan lets me know he liked my reaction. "That was amazing", i barely get the words out, feeling dizzy. Colby's hands rest on my hips and his eyes stare back into mine after he's done checking me out.

"You are amazing. Gosh you're beautiful", he leans in again and i take control of the kiss, biting his lip and running my tongue on top of his.

He lifts me off him to adjust himself better in the car seat, but because of the tight space, my ass presses on the honk, making both of us jump and curse under our breaths.

"Fuck, that's a mood killer", i say as i struggle to get back to my seat

"We have all the time in the world", he smiles widely at me and i nod with the same smile, his statement making me happy from many points of view.

[chadillacboseman]

Las Almas Blues

Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury, the military industrial complex, etc. We all know what MW2 is about at this point. Alejandro being a big ass softie.

Summary: Post MWII. Alejandro has had his ass kicked, been betrayed, lost at least one squadmate, and finally took down the woman who has caused all of the bloodshed in his beloved Las Almas. There's only one person he looks to for comfort in the aftermath.

Word Count: Very short. Call it an exercise in getting back into the groove I guess.

A/N: Some use of Spanish language, translations provided at the bottom. NO mention of reader's skin, hair, or eye color. Reader does also speak a lil Spanish.

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Every inch of Alejandro's body ached as if he'd been run through a meat grinder. Bruises and burns that had gone unnoticed before suddenly throbbed now that the surge of adrenaline had left his muscles.

"Oye hermano- " Rudy peered through the rear view mirror when they hit another bump that sent Alejandro into a fit of animated groans, "¿Estás bien?"

"Estoy bien. Just get me home."

Rudy grunted in response and directed the SUV down a darkened street that wound its way out of Las Almas and into the mountains that surrounded it.

The house was tucked just beyond a range of steep peaks that reached for the sky, their black, jagged edges just barely visible against the deep blue above them. Alejandro had known the house as a child- the former home of an American painter who had been scared off by the cartel violence that threatened to encroach upon his front yard.

But it never did.

It was why he had chosen this place to hide you- to keep you distant from the violence and the bloodshed he saw every day. To give you some sense of normalcy behind the suspiciously tall fence and armed Vaqueros that lined the property.

Rudy signaled to one of the men at the gate and jerked his head toward the rear of the vehicle.

"Bienvenido, jefe," the guard glanced in the back seat and Alejandro offered him a nod in return.

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From upstairs, you watched the lights of the SUV as they turned through the gate and came to a stop in the driveway. One of the back doors opened and a figure that was unmistakably Alejandro's stumbled out, hunched over as if in pain.

"Alejo-" you breathed his name and bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time until you reached the foyer. You waited, fingers wringing in worry until the front door opened and he stumbled through.

"Vida mia-" Alejandro practically collapsed into your arms and you took a few steps backward as his weight fell against you and his heavy gear bags dropped to the floor, "te he extrañado."

"¿Qué pasó?" You pulled back to examine his face- he looked exhausted, every line seemed etched into his skin as if into a granite slab.

How could he possibly begin to explain his week to you?

"Hey, we caught El Sin Nombre- turns out it was an old squadmate-"

"Rudy almost died in a burning building, but he drove me home."

"We saved the US from a missile strike."

"A lot," was all he could muster, so you left it at that. You'd seen him bloodier than this more times than you liked to think about, but never had you seen him so utterly exhausted.

"Come upstairs."

Alejandro took your hand and followed you up the stairs to the master bathroom where he perched himself on the edge of the bathtub. His head throbbed in the brightness there- a new, sharper pain that shot down his jawline with every movement.

"Here," you pressed a cool cloth to his forehead and he leaned into it, his eyes squeezed shut against the ache. His head came to a rest against your midriff and you chuckled, running your fingers through his tousled black hair, "You going to live?"

"Maybe," he murmured against the fabric of your sweater, "Maybe not."

You pulled his head back gently and he grinned weakly up at you, his soft eyes glinting in the bathroom light. The grin faded when he spoke again.

"I almost died out there," Alejandro's eyes darkened for a moment as his mind wandered to the way Rodriguez's body had tumbled from the cliffside, lifeless into the ravine below, "I lost a good man, too."

"Alejo," he hummed in response to the nickname, something so personal, something he held so dear when you spoke it, "When will you give this up?"

You had asked him that question a thousand times.

Through tears, through screams, while squeezing his hand at his bedside. Time and time again, he had told you that Las Almas needed him- that he couldn't abandon the good people of the city like a dog with its tail between its legs.

But now? Now Valeria was behind bars, maybe even permanently. Los Vaqueros were back on top despite their losses, and for once, Alejandro felt as if maybe he could give it up.

"Would that make you happy, mi amor?" he rose to his feet and clasped your hands in his, "You want this old man to hang it up?"

You laughed, the first genuine laugh you'd had since he had been gone with the American taskforce. It made his heart sing to hear it, to see your face light up as it broke open into a bright smile.

Rudy could take the helm- he was more than capable of continuing Los Vaqueros without Alejandro.

Since the day he had first met you, he'd dreamed of giving you the life you deserved- one that wasn't fraught with worry or tinged with loneliness when he had to be away.

Because God, he loved you. He loved everything about you. He wanted you to be happy in ways he wasn't even sure he could make you-

But he could try.

And he would try every day of his life until he succeeded.

--

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TRANSLATIONS:

Oye hermano. ¿Estás bien? - Hey Brother, you alright?

Estoy bien - I'm good/I'm fine.

Bienvenido, jefe - Welcome, boss.

Vida mia, te he extrañado - my life, I've missed you.

mi amor - my love

[dearshelby]

Congrats on 1.7K Lora!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 You deserve every follower and many, many more!! Everything you write is absolutely beautiful…I just had to jump in and make a moodboard for you. 💕

Is there a blurb that you can write with this? What would a lazy morning with Tommy Shelby look like?

Thank you so much, K 💗 A lazy morning with Tommy, uh? That would be a rare occurrence, but let's see 🙈

A general lack of discipline | T.S

The sunlight shines through the white curtains illuminating the bedroom and forcing you out of your slumber. Letting out a groan of protest, you turn to the side and bump into a warm surface.

Wait.

Opening your eyes, you find Tommy on his side of bed, his face is buried in the pillow and the blanket covers all the way up to his shoulders. 

You weakly chuckle at the view, from the day you met to your wedding, your way of living changed a lot. Since you got close, guns and fistfights became more common than waking up beside him.

Hesitantly, you scratch the shaved side of his head, trying to wake him up the gentlest as possible. Tommy squeezes his eyes and lets out a satisfied noise.

"Did you sleep in?" you whisper.

He discreetly stretches his arms before answering, "No," 

Only then he opens his eyes, still looking tired, but staring at you with heartwarming adoration, "Thought we could go to work together today," 

"But then you'd have to leave early, I don't stay in the office late as you,"

"It's alright, we can have dinner at a restaurant," 

"Uhm, who are you and what have you done with my Tommy?" 

"What? Can't a man spend time with his wife?" 

"If this man is a businessman then no, he cannot," you pinch his cheek, "nothing is more important than the company," 

A naughty smirk creeps on his face, on a quick move he climbs on top of you, crushing you under his weight. 

"Tommy, stop!" you laugh, "C'mon, get off me!" 

"I made you an offer, Mrs. Shelby, which you refused without even considering, that's fucking rude, eh?" 

Still laughing, you try to push him away.

"And now you fucking laugh on my face, y'know, there's a general lack of discipline in this house," he continued.

"Oh, Mr. Shelby," you breath out, "I'll make you a better offer then,"

"Hm?"

"Before we go to work together, why don't you teach me how to behave properly?"

"It would be a pleasure," he smirks before burying his face on your neck. 

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[comforthouse]

can you do simeon to mc fluff/23. "I forgot to eat" "You forget to breath also, nothing new" ?

"Please eat"

Paring: Simeon x gn!mc

Warning: bad habits, sleep deprivation, Solomon.

Genre: Fluff,

Type: None, slightly romantic at the end.

Note: Hope its long enough lol. Luckily i was free and in the spirit so it took only a few hours for this.

Eyes strained and dry, they threaten to close yet you didn't let them. What time was it? You didn't know, nor did you bother with it. 

Your mental health has taken a turn for the worst these days. Assignments whose due dates were too close for your liking, exams on their way and dealing with the brothers shenanigans left you feeling worse. 

You loved the seven brothers Of Course, but a human like you can only deal with so much before breaking- thankfully or not, depending on how you see it, Solomon offered to help you with a few topics that you didn't really understand before you ended up blowing up. And you had never appreciated the shady sorcerer more. 

That was, until he got up and left you alone in the purgatory hall after getting a call from Barbatos about an emergency. 

'Seriously, did Barbatos come across a rat again?' 

Your stomach rumbled as you let out a small groan. The desire to bash your head against the wall grows each second as you regret every decision you had made in the past day. 

The first was the 2 hour sleep you were on, second was letting Levi borrow your coffee in class because he stayed up too late playing games and didn't even a minute of sleep for lord knows how long, third was skipping breakfast and lunch because you forgot that you had to pay attention to the time!

Yeah luck was definitely not on your side today. 

You slapped your face as you picked up your fountain pen; a gift from Luke for quote on quote 'being the best human to have existed'. Blue ink splattering against the slightly yellow paper as you begin to write. 

But it wasn't long till you lost concentration, the hunger grew every passing minute. Annoyance started to creep up to you. Face curled into a scowl as you slammed the pen back on the desk. 

Purgatory hall had a different aura from House of Lamentation. The place you stayed at was in chaos more or less of the time. Either Lucifer hanging Mammon upside down or Asmodeus trying to bathe you in bubbling water. 

Purgatory hall was calm. Perhaps because of the people who lived here or it's just how it was but you couldn't help but be relaxed whenever you were here.

Alas, Purgatory hall was but still an unfamiliar place, no matter what you always found it hard to feel comfortable here. Which also leads you to politely reject whenever Luke, Solomon or even Simeon asked you to stay over for the night. 

Your uneasiness only got worse with the sleep deprivation and hunger, a stomach that felt like it might as well start to digest itself made you want to sob out of pure annoyance.

'Shit shit shit shit shit-' 

*clik*

You shot your head towards the door, a part of you perked up, hoping that Solomon was back from whatever emergency that occurred for the Barbatos to ask for him. Yet the hope died down when you saw the turf of brown hair from the door crack. 

Bright Teal eyes gazed on your tired figure as the body of the tanned man came to your view. Simeon smiled, and you almost felt the tiredness leave your body at the sight of the tall man's bright smile. 

By no means were you disappointed to see Simeon, why would you be? He was such a nice guy- angel but you needed help with your work and Simeon was..definitely would not be that helpful. 

Alas you waved at him, you smiled, trying to conceal your tired face as he waved back with his bright smile and almost instantly you felt like you could see a halo coming from behind him. 

"Mc! What a relief. I bumped into Solomon on my way back and he told me you were here. I hurried up thinking you might have already left." 

His boots thumped against the floor as he walked towards you. You felt the couch foam press as he took a seat behind you. 

"Oh hey Simeon…I was just waiting for Solomon to come back. I still have a few lessons I was having trouble with…" 

You shot a small smile at him, hoping he'll leave it at that because god you did not have enough strength to talk without groaning in pain. 

"Ah right…Maybe I could help?" 

Simeon asked as you pressed your lips together, feeling your stomach curl up and whatnot as you stuttered around with words. 

",,,n—o It‐'s fine m' fin I'm i mean i-l wait for solomon" 

Your stomach clinged as Simeon's smiling face changed to a look you were all too familiar with. His body shifted a bit as he came close enough so that your faces were almost touching, almost.

"Mc? Are you alright? You don't look well." 

You didn't want to worry the angel really, you'd hate to bother him because of your dumb choices. 

"NoPe i'm - fuk.." 

You threw your head back against the wall, stomach hurting just enough to make you want to get killed by Belphie again if it means for it to stop as you made a promise to yourself to never drink coffee in an empty stomach. 

"Oh dear god Mc. Did something happen? Are you perhaps hurt??" 

You mentally sigh to yourself while shaking your head, the angel; knowing him would not stop asking until you give him an answer and the thin string which held your patience would definitely not be able to handle being interrogated right now.

"orgot…igh..forgot to.eat" 

You sputtered out words randomly as Simeon finally understood what you meant. His previous worry was replaced by a slightly disappointed face as he signed.

"You also forget to breathe, Mc, what's new?" 

You sucked in a breath as you glared at the dark-skinned man from the corner of your eye. Simeon was wrong in no way but still, no one likes being reminded of their bad habits. 

"I know…." 

Simeon only signed before standing up. His cape slightly crumbled as he looked at your pained form.

"Stay here alright? I'll get something for you to eat."

"I'll be..fine- just get me some water..yeah jist— some water-" 

"Mc." 

Teal eyes glared, making you instantly shut up. Simeon's palm made contact with your slightly cold cheek as he caressed it. 

"You'll get sick at this rate. Please eat something." 

Did Simeon know he looked awfully like a kicked puppy right now? You may be stubborn but you were not heartless, no way in devildom could you reject a face like that. Dejected, you gave him a small nod. 

"Perfect! I'll get something for you" 

Your eyes turned wide like a sausage as warm lips brushed against your forehead. Simeon's eyes smiled as he left the room in a hurry. Clearly unbothered by what he had just done.

Hopefully he didn't see the apple red cheeks of yours. 

_

(I actually wrote this while I was hungry lol. Also hey!, my first request)

[twistedappletree]

It’s PRIYA! ✨💞☀️💞✨

Some more about her under the cut below the pic bc her story is a bit rough but she’s such a sweet precious pretty baby fr 🥺🥀

First of all, she responds SO WELL to Priya. I think she likes the name and pronunciation because of how bright it is. I also got her some fancy hemp-based strawberry lime hibiscus doggy perfume since I can’t give her a bath yet because of her surgery staples. 🌺

Basically, her original owners surrendered her because there were medical complications with her pregnancy and they didn’t want to deal with it. They took her to the shelter way too late so her babies had to be aborted and she’s extremely depressed because of it. She was in the very last kennel in the back so she wasn’t getting viewed much by potential adopters and she was there so long without getting any interest that they scheduled her to be euthanized to make more room in the shelter. No one even offered to foster her. 💔

It’s also very clear that she was abused, likely by a man. Even while I was at the shelter, she gravitated towards me and stayed away from the male employees (who aren’t bad people btw, it’s just that her trauma makes her afraid of them).

She’s not doing this anymore but she squinted and lowered her head when I first tried to pet her, as though she was expecting to be hit. I also took her outside to show her her new backyard and where she can go potty but she thought I was kicking her out for the night so she went into the corner of the yard and made a little nest out of dry leaves to sleep in 😭

I had to lead her back into the house by her leash because she wouldn’t come back in ajdhajdha like nooooo baby you sleep inside and wherever you want! On the couch, my bed, your new doggy bed with all your fluffy blankets—no leaves!

It’s only been a few nights but she’s already learning that she’s in a safe place and she’s SO gentle and respectful with my cat! Misako is still freaked out by her but she already lived with my Great Dane before she passed so she knows big dogs and I’m already seeing a lot of improvement in her attitude towards Priya.

She’s also not jealous of her and shunning me for it which was the main thing I was worried about because my kitty is my baby lmaooo (but Priya’s my baby too now!)

She’s still extremely tired from her surgeries so I can’t take her on any strenuous walks or outings but she gets her staples out next week and a regular check up to make sure she’s okay. She looks like she has some breathing problems and also has a weird bump on her nose so we’re gonna get that checked out. Hoping it’s nothing serious 😭 she’s only 2 years old but she walks around and has the energy levels of an old lady ajdhajdhAJDHAD

Pretty, pretty Priya. I love her sm 💞🥺💞

[heartfullofleeches]

I'm still thinking about you...mister detective that lost the poll...

(he's thinking about you too)

"So... demons, huh?"

The man sets his cup on the table between you. Kind brown eyes, the beginning of a beard on his chin, auburn locks pulled back into a low ponytail. Mid twenties to early thirties. His words linger in the air; his way to cut the tension within. You smile nervously. It's a nice smile - He notes.

"Yea.. My neighbor sorta has it out for me since I accidentally walked on his lawn while he was outside one day."

You don't make eye contact. You're hiding something, but he just can't see there being any true behind your neighbor's claims. The man's name was Travis Middleton. A private eye who had recently been hired by your older neighbors across the street. He felt bad for the old man; even moreso for taking his money over such a case. Practically in a fit of hysteria on his desk the day he showed up. There had been odd things going on around town, but the thought of monsters was absurd. Especially ones haunting a cute thing like you.

Travis had been tailing you around for a while, and found nothing too out of the ordinary. As inappropriate for his job as it was, he couldn't lie that you were catching his eye. One day, he decided to finally just confront you over these allegations. A short talk later and here you both were at a little dinner near your job.

He watches as you take a sip of your own drink, training on your lips around the cup's ledge. He clears his throat.

"Well, I'm sorry for the troubling you then."

You shake your head. "It's alright. You're buying me lunch afterall. The least I can do is answer your questions."

He nods, tapping the table as he looks out the window before back at you. "Would.. you mind if I take you home?"

-

A short meal later and you're in his car on the way home. He offered to take you back to your job or let you call someone, just to let you know that you were in safe hands. The whole drive, he snuck passing glances at you. How long had it been since he'd gone out with someone? A turn over a speed bump snaps him from his racing and stubborn thoughts.

He walks you to your doorstep once you arrive, pulling something from his pocket in the process.

"Here's my info. In case you need anything from me." He hands it to you, his phone number written on one of napkins from the dinner rather than the business cards he had a case full of. You take it and wish him a good night. As you open your door, the living room is empty, but he feels an unbearable heat bellow from within. Almost choking him.

"Hope you get your AC fixed soon. Goodnight, Y/n."

-

Alone in his office, Travis pulls out the folder for the case. Multiple photos spill out, yet he only picks up the one your neighbor gave him. It was of you in the early morning, leaving your house for another day of work. In the corner of the photograph, almost out of view, is your window. A shadow lingers by its frame. It could have been a lamp. It could have been more. All he focuses on is the dedication on your face for another day of living. He shoves it into his coat pocket as he shuts off the lights in the room and heads home.

[w-0-w-z-a]

A letter of betrayal Chapter 2

chapter 1 once again no ao3 so eat this up tumblr. Also warning this is going to be a long and angsty one

           -Chapter 2-

After waking up the next morning Katherine immediately changed into some comfy clothes and headed to Shelby’s house. She was a bit rusty on her elytra because for a while she was either not flying or flying with Shelby on her broom. After landing in the Evermoore her boots she put on for the trip immediately got mud splatted on them. She didn’t mind it and ran for Shelby’s front door. She threw open the door and yelled Shelby’s name.

Shelby woke up the same way she had woken up the last few days. Thinking about the letter from the academy. The only difference is that she heard Katherine yell her name. She quickly hopped downstairs even though she looked terrible. All she had on was a pair of cargo pants and a binder. “Katherine?” She said as soon as Katherine came into view. Katherine looked over to her and she looked furious but also kinda concerned.

Katherine was wearing a dark green hoodie with a flower on it and jeans with dark brown boots that had mud on them. “SHELBY WHAT THE-“ “Are you okay Katherine?” Shelby interrupted her because she was worried about her now. Then Katherine pulled out a piece of paper with writing on it. Shelby read some of it and recognized it as the letter

“K-Katherine, I-“ “Shelby why didn’t you tell us?! What did you do!?” Katherine was tearing up now. “Katherine, p-please, let me talk. I can make us some tea a-and we can talk upstairs ok?” “Ok, but can I make the tea? It will help me calm down.” Katherine asked while wiping away tears. “Yeah, I’ll head upstairs now.” She climbed up the ladder while holding in tears herself.

After about 4 minutes Katherine came up holding a cup of herbal tea. “I’m not thirsty so I only made you one,” Katherine mumbled. Shelby hadn’t noticed her yet so was a bit spooked by her. She took the cup of tea when Katherine offered it to her and took a sip before setting on her bedside. She was sitting on her bed while Katherine headed to sit in the chair at Shelby’s desk. “You can lay on my bed with me,” Shelby blurted out. She immediately regretted it and lied on her bed while blushing some.

“Shelby, I can’t trust you right now,” she sat down, “so no. I’m sorry.” Shelby frowned a bit and sat back up, sighing. “Is it okay if I ask questions about this… letter?” She asked while glancing at the letter. “Sure,” Shelby sadly responded. “Ok, thank you. First, why did you say you were a great witch even though this says you’re a lower witch?” “I wanted all of you to respect me more.” Shelby started to fiddle with the blanket while she was talking. “We would have respected you anyways Shelby. “Ok, next, what does the letter mean by ‘bumping a reality’?””I destroyed my house then accidentally brought everyone to a reality where my house existed.” She responded quickly. She was looking down in shame while now squeezing the blanket she was sitting on. Katherine was staring at her head now because she couldn’t see her eyes. 

“Ok, uh, um, why do you have to give in your hat and wand?” “So that I can no longer appear as a witch.” Shelby was starting to shake now. Katherine had noticed and was looking at her with a lot of worry. “Final question now, ok? Why didn’t you tell us?” Shelby knew this question was coming but it still hit her like a bullet. “B-because I didn’t want to appear w.. weak and s-stupid and all that.” She was crying now and covering her face with her hands.

Katherine dropped the letter and rushed over to Shelby. “Shelby your not stupid and weak. The dimension thing is a bit weird but no normal witch could do that by accident.” She said while wiping Shelby’s tears. “Only a really strong witch can do that. You are the strongest witch I have ever known and will ever know.” She hugged Shelby and just let Shelby sit their and cry into her shoulder for who knows how long.

[marmie-noir]

Dance like no one is watching :: A Miguel O’hara ficlet

We stan Lyla in this house. Also, I am so down bad for this man it’s disgusting. I have this image in my brain of a geneticist spider who instead of fighting focuses on documenting all the spider men that join up with the society and also works with Miguel to help him make anything he needs really. The dynamic has so much cute potential!    The spiderlings, the name you had lovingly chosen for the younger spiders in the Spider Society, were really the ones to blame. It started with Miles, the teenager always having sort of song playing when he would swing on his webs. You had been pulling data from Lyla’s data bank when it had come through, the AI apparently listening in as well.

Then, it was Gwen, the charming white suited crusader having a more laid back music taste. You’d also snatched a few of her audio clips through Lyla as well, the AI all too happy to have someone to share the data with as Miguel was apparently not interested in music. Then came Hobie. He listened to everything. From punk metal to romance ballads to even some pop music that had you raising a brow. But still, Lyla gave it to you, delighted as she delivered the data while appearing in her little holo-form on your workbench as you slaved away in the labs.  

You weren’t sure who had brought this song to your attention, which one of those adorably frustratingly talented young people had been jamming to this specific beat, but it was stuck in your head. Finally, after days of humming it and finding yourself swaying to it while mixing test tubes you gave in. “Lyla, play the damn song.” “You got it boss!” Lyla sounded almost giddy, the music bumping over the speaker system that was in the labs. Normally it acted more as paging, or played relaxing music while you were hunched over your slides and microscopes, but it appeared to be at least semi-decent as the familiar beat pounded through the mid-sized labs space. It was addictive in an annoying way, the beat and the singer’s voice making you do more than just swing your hips. Before long you had an empty beaker standing in place of a microphone. You were mid-serenade to a full sized Lyla complete with some of your best dance moves when the sound of someone clearing their throat had you jumping nearly a foot in the air, throwing the glass beaker at the intruder. Miguel’s large hand easily caught the glass, lowering it to his side with a raised brow and placing it on the desk. It looked so small in his huge hands, your own eyes lingering there before moving up to meet the crimson of his. “Oh, um, Miguel hi.” You tried to play it cool, brushing your hair behind your ear before your fingers tangled together behind your back. The music was still bumping and he watched you for a few seconds in silence before Lyla thankfully turned it down a bit before shutting it off completely. “What, uh, what brings you to the lab?” You asked, fighting off the blush that was threatening to consume you whole. It didn’t help that his eyes lingered on your face, a little smile touching his lips before his mask fell back in place. “Lyla said you had something for me?” Your eyes snapped to the AI who chose that moment to disappear from view, her holographic self blinking out of existence. Feeling more alone now than you had with the illusion of a friend you turn to face him once more. 

“I guess I do have the read out of Earth-8411’s Peter.” You said, looking down at the watch on your wrist and passing the data over. “Oh, now that you are here, could you give me more venom when you have a chance? I’ve burned through what you gave me before.” 

He raised a brow but went to sit down on one of the backless stools spread throughout the work space. “Hand me a vial, I can give you some now.” He offered, voice deep and filling the space. 

You move to grab a tube, approaching to hand it to him. Normally Miguel would bring you vials of the stuff for you to research, never had you seen him gather it yourself. 

Opening his mouth you watched with absolute fascination as his fangs grew and he placed a fang in the narrow glass vial. His eyes narrowed just a touch but then a thick yellow tinted venom slowly flowed from the long white fang. Once the vial was half full he lowered it, the fangs slowly going back to their more manageable size and he licked at the one he had used, almost out of habit. 

Holding the vial out to you it took you a few moments to grab it from him, fingers brushing slightly, finding the vial warm. “I’d give you more but I think I’m heading out and I’d like to have more just in case.” He said, looking up at you slightly as he was seated you were not. “Is that enough?” Glancing down at the vial you nod before looking back at him. “I’m so jealous. I want fangs.” That had both his eyebrows going up and his lips quirking in a smirk. “Really? They were kind of a pain to get used to.” “Oh, I’m sure, but like just dropping them like that? And having the toxin? That has to be sick, especially mid-fight if you wanna just make someone go to sleep quick you just have to make your suit do that cool thing you programmed it to do and-” You placed the half full vial in storage, capping it carefully. Turning to meet his amused eyes you pause and find you had been practically fangirling right in front of him. “I mean, it’s just different from all the other spiders and all, you are interesting. Scientifically.” Good cover.  His expression didn’t change, a quiet amusement in the lines of his face. “Yes, well. Thank you for the files, let me know when you need more venom.” Miguel said, turning and giving you his broad back as he went to leave the labs. Pausing near the door he called over his shoulder “Lyla, resume music.” The familiar beats began to fill the labs again, leaving you a blushing mess hiding behind your hands at your workstation, missing the little smile on his lips.      

[haitanishousehold]

Traitor

Pairing: Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto x Original Character, various pairings will be added as the story goes

Genre: Angst, crack, possible smut

Warnings: substance abuse, drugs, violence, not canon compliant, suggestive, language, blood, mental issues

Synopsis: There was a prince, his princess and his loyal paw. Loyalty is such a wide term, especially if come to love. After all, you can't be loyal to the one and same person your whole life. It's not about surviving, it's about living. | More or less canonical travel through events from Tokyo Revengers from the quite different side. A lot of crack, angst, domestic fluff from Haitanis Household. Based on an OC as the main character.

1.Celebrities

16/10/2010, Saturday

"What the fuck is Valhalla doing here?" Ran Haitani barked, looking out of the private VIP room through a one-way mirror. He took a sip of his drink, observing a bunch of guys in their twenties, laughing, drinking and apparently having a night of their life.  

"Let's fuck around and find out." A voice came from the other end of the room. 

The oldest Haitani raised his perfectly trimmed brows and turned around, meeting a view of a black haired girl, hovering over the small table and sniffing a line of white powder. "You should quit this shit." 

She sat straight up, wiping her nose with the palm of her hand. "And you should mind your own business, dear brother" After a few minutes of getting accustomed to the very well known uncomfortable feeling of powder in her airways, Sora got up on her feet and headed to the door. "Let me see them."

Without waiting for permission, Sora left the room. Immediately the music became much louder, blasting in her ears and making her whole head vibrating. It would be disturbing if not the amount of drugs and alcohol in her veins. 

Sora spotted the said guys and waited for the occasion, pacing there and back among the crowd. It was around 1am and the atmosphere was quite hot, since everyone was waiting for Rindou Haitani to take the DJ's console over. He was quite a star in Roppongi, that was what most likely attracted people to this exact club. Haitanis' parties were unforgettable. Still that was said by a people that never experienced Haitanis' private party in their fancy house. 

Anyway, soon later an occasion appeared. One of Walhalla's guys stood up and went through the crowd, possibly to get more drinks. 

Sora made her way through dancing bodies, straight in the way of the Valhalla’s delinquent. Purposely bumping on him, she pretended to stumble back and threw herself lightly against the wall.

„Fuck, I’m sorry” Boy with blonde, a bit longer on the front hair immediately got to her and grabbed her hand. His eyes were wide open and that was the only visible emotion since the majority of his face was covered by a black mask.

„It’s okay, my bad'' She muttered, pretending she hit the back of her head against the wall. Massaging her skull, she held her head up, looking straight into his blue eyes. 

„No, for real, are you hurt? Should I take you home?” He sounded really worried. Noticing he’s still holding a hand of a girl he’s never seen before, he let go and scratched the back of his head in an awkward manner. 

„For real, I’m fine. I’m looking for my brothers anyway” She shrugged his offer off, straightening her body up. „Maybe you’ve seen two lanky guys, one with blonde-black hair and the other with blonde-blue?” Sora didn’t want him to know who she is so describing Ran’s signature braids would be shot in the knee.

Masked guy wondered for a few seconds and shook his head. "Nope. Come with me, I'm here with friends and our table is in a place with a good view. Bet you'll spot your brothers sooner or later" He proposed, taking a step back to keep a respectful distance. "Nah, I know this one. You'll take me first to your table, then home, then kill me and rape me. I'm not that stupid, sir." Sora said, raising her eyebrows and crossed her hands on the chest. She looked at him challengingly. 

"I would never ever touch a woman without consent but if you ask me, I prefer to have sex before killing my partners." Unnamed boy shrugged his arms dramatically and Sora genuinely bursted out in laughter. 

"You're a funny one, got me. Take a lead" Haitani sighed capitulary and motioned her hand to the tables. 

"In an exchange for my protection and observation spot, help me carry drinks, okay?" He asked and walked off in the opposite direction. Sora quickly agreed and followed him.

As soon as they reached the bar area, Sora took the stranger's hand and pulled him to one of the cashiers. "There's not many people" She explained, but the true reason was quite different – she didn't recognize this particular cashier so there wasn't a risk of them calling her "miss Haitani". Since the club belonged to Ran and Rindou, she was almost every Saturday here and knew all the staff. Especially barmans. 

"What's for you?" He asked when it came to ordering drinks. Sora quickly refused, explaining she's had enough already. They took five glasses of various alcohols and drinks and headed to the table that the masked guy pointed to as his. 

"So, those on the left are my brothers, Chonbo and Chome" he pointed with his chin on the two guys, when they reached the said table. The one called Chonbo turned out to be a bald man with a tattoo on his face. The other, Chome, had a characteristic hairstyle, containing dark and blonde swirls. "and that's Kazutora" Sora looked at the guy she recognized as soon as she heard his name. "My name is Choji, by the way." The one that accompanied her for the past several minutes finally revealed his name. After Sora presented herself, Choji looked around like he was looking for somebody. "Where's Hanma?" 

Immediately from behind them came a voice. They both turned around to meet a significantly taller guy. First thing that Sora noticed was his hands. Hands with two kanji tattoos on the tops. The second she looked up and met his eyes, she knew her little spying mission was done for good. "It's Sora, I met her…" Choji started but was immediately cut off by Hanma. 

"Sora Haitani, isn't it? We met once. " He said and a side smirk grew on his face. 

Sora sighed and left her arms down in a gesture of surrender. "Nice to finally meet you, Reaper. I don't think I remember us meeting before." Behind her Choji sat down next to Kazutora and along with the others observed the situation in silence. 

"I'm not surprised, I was just a watcher of the famous Roppongi Hai-Manic War. It was impressive how you slashed the girlfriend of Mad Maniacs leader with a machete." Hanma explained still in a playfully tone of voice that he was barely dropping. 

"You must've seen somebody else. Officially, I wasn't there. Matter of fact, she shouldn't have tried to interrupt the fight." She responded with as angelic smile as she could pull. "Anyway, quite a celebrity table you have here, don't you?" Sora swiftly changed the topic. "The Reaper and the guy that took Black Dragon's founding leader down, nice" She nodded towards Kazutora. Almost invisible shadow ran through Hanemiya's face. 

"Said you? Bet the whole S-62 is coming over for dinner every Sunday. Take a sit, Haitani." Hanma offered and passed the girl, taking a place next to Choji's two brothers. "Every Wednesday, actually. I'm gonna go. Just checking what Valhalla is doing here when you've got nice clubs in Kabukichou."

"We mean no harm. Just celebrating Hanma's upcoming birthday" Choji rushed with explanation, wishing for nothing different than a fun night. Causing a fight in the heart of Roppongi wasn't on his to-do list. 

"Happy Birthday then. Wish you a very bloody Halloween." Sora grinned and turned around. "Have fun, gentlemen"  And before anybody got a chance to say anything, she got lost in a crowd. 

"Really? Out of all the fucking girls in this club, you had to bring here Sora Haitani?" Chonbo scoffed, looking at Choji. He sighed and gave up on trying to find Sora among other people. "Shut up, you didn't recognize her as well." Masked boy came back at him and took a sip of his drink. "I'm into my sixth drink, I wouldn't recognize our mom, man. Still, you're looking for her like you don't…" 

"Let him live, he's just a delinquent baby, he hasn't heard of Haitanis yet." 

"Oh God, what worst would've happened, Annabelle would come after me with her baton?" Choji scoffed and shook his head. He truly hated his brothers treating him this way. 

"That's not about Ran or Rindou. Sure, they're psychos, but Sora's one of five Yakuza's royal princesses." Hanma explained, scanning the crowd with his golden eyes. When he looked back at his friends, there were three pairs of eyes looking at him questionably. "Daughters of the most prominent Yakuza's families. Old Haitani controls the whole Kantou."

Few agreeing mutters answered him. "Imagine marrying into the family like that" said Chome, sighing dreamily. 

"Hold on, cowboy" Hanma let out a small giggle. "So far I know, that's not like she's ever gonna have a word to say in Yakuza. That's about hierarchy and she has three older brothers, so I don't know what would've to happen for her to take the lead. Yet, Haitanis are obsessed over their heritage so I bet my bike she's gonna make some poor guy drop his family name and take Haitani" Hanma finished his elaboration with a shake of his head.

"I'd give up on my family name to be Haitani, no cap" Chrome stated with death serious expression.

As per command both Choji and Chonbo turned their heads in his direction with pure outrage on their faces. "Traitor."

Soon after the little fight ended, Sora had already reached the VIP room. 

"They're just hanging out, nothing more" She explained to her brothers and new faces in the room. Suddenly, she felt her head dizzy and clumsy dropped herself on the sofa. She put her elbows on the small table in front of them and rested her head on her hands. 

"Too much? I told you." Ran sighed and looked through the window one more time. " They gonna clash with Toman soon, huh?" He asked, looking in the direction of new arrived men. 

Haruchiyo Sanzu took his mask off and pushed it into the pocket of his black pants. Then he nodded and hummed, confirming. 

"Hopefully they'll win, Mikey has become greedy" Ran said, sitting on the sofa and taking a sip from his glass. "Sorry, Mucho" He muttered towards the man sitting next to Sanzu. Mucho said something that sounded like "okay" and the silence laid down between people in the room.

"You okay, Sora?" Yasuhiro Mutou asked, looking at his friend's sister who hasn't spoken a word since she clapped on a seat. 

"Gonna go home, I guess." She managed to articulate, still feeling her head spinning around. 

"I'll call Max up" The oldest Haitani offered, pulling his phone out of the pocket and made a quick call. "He'll be here soon". Max was Haitanis driver and Ran trusted him almost as much as he trusted his friends. 

The next thing Sora remembered was the fact that she stood outside of the club, in front of the backdoor, reserved for VIPs. By her side, Yasuhiro Mutou, infamous Ghost of S-62. And she was hanging in his arms. "Sora please, get yourself together, someone's gonna see us" Mutou moaned out miserably, looking on the right and left. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, would it be that bad? Are you ashamed of me?" Sora muttered into his chest, inhaling the scent of his most likely expensive perfume."

Mucho took a deep breath. He hated dealing with his drunk girlfriend. At least when he himself was sober. "We had this talk a million times. We can't out ourselves." 

Sora pulled off of him and dramatically turned her back on him. "Fine, I'm Haitani and I don't beg anyone. Go marry my brothers if you care about their opinion more than about me" She spat and looked around, waiting for the driver.

"This is not… Nevermind. Just go to bed as soon as you're home, okay?" Mucho's tone softened a bit. 

"I'll do whatever I wish" Sora responded, slurring a bit. It wasn't her night for sure. Thank God, black Mercedes finally showed up and parked in front of her. Max got out to open the passenger door. 

"You know what? It's not dating if only we know about this. Go back inside and find a girl without brothers. Or with brothers you're not gonna be scared of" That was all he heard before Max closed the door and the car soon drove away. 

"I'm not…" Yasuhiro started but it was already too late. "Spoiled brat" he muttered to himself before, in fact, going back to the club. 

"Home, miss Haitani?" Max asked from the driver's seat. 

"Well, if you ask me, another club, but I don't want Ran to be on your back for this." Sora giggled and rested her back against soft seats. 

The rest of the drive she didn't even remember the next day. All that was left in her head was Max offering his help with going to bed, but as Sora refused, he had nothing more to say. She must've somehow gotten there by herself, since early morning's lights welcomed her in her own room. 

17/10/2010, Sunday

11:27AM. That was what Sora’s phone was saying as soon as she opened her eyes. Along with a couple text messages from Mucho and one missed call. „Thanks God for DND” She thought to herself, throwing the phone back in the sheets. Autumn’s sun was already breaking in between waves of window’s curtains, making Sora’s headache even more painful. When she finally decided to get up, she grabbed one of Rin’s oversized shirts and after quick tooth brushing, she ran down the stairs straight to the kitchen. She already heard Ran and Rin bickering over something, which was unusual for Ran to be up that early after a night of clubbing. After all, he was known as a sleeping beauty.

But there was another voice that Sora didn’t recognize at first. She pushed her head behind the door frame, scanning the spacious kitchen and finding the source of her confusion – Izana Kurokawa himself.

„No way!” She yelled out, fully entering the room and in a few steps reaching the guest. „It’s been centuries, Izana.” A quick hugs were exchanged before she took a seat on a hooker chair next to Izana. 

„Morning Haitani to you too” A mutter reached her ears from the other side of the kitchen. Turn of the head revealed Yasuhiro pressing his back against the wall, half sitting on the windowsill. 

„Oh God, I’m used to you here like to our furnitures, I haven’t seen Izana in ages. Where have you been, loca?” She asked, stealing Ran’s cup of coffee and taking a few solid sips. 

„Not the Twilight quotes” Rindou whined pouty, leaning flat with the upper side of his body on the counter. „You missed my performance, Sniffany.” 

„Don’t come at me with Sniffany” Sora scoffed and stood up, about to go around and find some painkillers. 

"And Sniffany didn't miss anything, you're gonna blast this same shit over and over every night from today to next Saturday. Trust me, Izana in Yokohama isn't missing it" Ran said smoothly, raising one of his eyebrows. 

"You're living now in Yokohama?" Sora turned around after she swallowed two pills and came back to her seat next to Kurokawa. After receiving a nod in answer, she asked another question: "Well, finally visiting old friends. Why not earlier?" 

"Actually, I'm gathering S-62 again." 

Sora eyed him carefully, taking a sip from her own glass of water to get herself some time to think about the answer. Izana has always given her weird vibes so she'd rather watch her mouth. "Why?" She asked after a solid several seconds of silence. 

Izana giggled shortly in response and stared at her with his big eyes. "The balance of power in Tokyo is about to change dramatically."

"If you mean Valhalla and Toman…"

"No, that's the kids' fights. I'm talking about real criminal syndicate I'm about to establish. But not gonna lie, Valhalla might be useful. I'll let them kill each other." Izana explained with his characteristic, a bit weird smile plastered on his face. "You, dear Sora, can help the case as well!" He said out of the blue, putting both of his hands on Sora's arms. Following her confused look, he continued: "Ran just told me about your failed spying mission from last night. Go and contact this boy you met, a spy in Valhalla would be very useful. Just as our Toman's spy" Izana looked at Mucho, who was now looking out of the window, apparently trying to avoid the conversation. 

"No way Izana, I can't associate myself with any of this shit. If I got arrested, I'd be done for life" Sora shook her head and sighed. "Plus, I'm getting my ass beaten on the Uni, final exam soon."

"Huh?"

"Sora's studying law. She's gonna support our father's business after she gets her license." Rindou joined the conversation.  Usually, they both were overprotective and wouldn't really just let anyone drag their little treasure into gang shit like that, but Izana was different. They trusted Izana and even if they weren't gonna admit it, he had some kind of power over every member of the Brutal Generation. 

"Indeed, as you see, can't disappoint old Renny."

"Neat, we will need attorneys in Tenjiku too. I'm not asking you to take part in the fight, just to sniff around. Come on, be a good girl for uncle Izana." He said in his typical sweet voice and moved his hands to the girl's cheeks, cupping her face. 

"I will not call you uncle…" She mumbled.

"You'd rather call me daddy Izana?" Kurokawa asked playfully, raising his eyebrows. 

"Izana." Ran growled in a warning tone. Izana immediately took his hands off and held them up in a defensive gesture. 

"Just joking, chill out. You know very well she's our S-62's little sister. It's about code; it's about honor!" Izana said and laughed out loud. 

"Code?" Sora muttered. 

"Men code. You're not fucking with your homeboy's sister. Never" Ran nodded with closed eyes, apparently trying to look like an old sage. 

Sora shot Mucho a side eye look, but he was as nodding as the others. 

"Exactly. I'd beat the ass of anybody that tried to touch my sister if I had one." Izana added, answered by agreeing nods from the brothers. "Anyway, come on Sora, I'll give you something cool."

"I can afford everything cool sweetie, no way." 

"I'll give you you own division in Tenjiku."

"Wait, what? My own division? You'd make me a captain?"

"Hold on, kid. Wasn't that you saying you're not gonna get involved in gangs?" Ran interrupted. 

"Yes, but this is different! I wouldn't settle for being an average soldier under some dude."

"But you know you have to join a gang first to get a promotion for captain?" Mucho suddenly spoke up. He had always been the quiet one, so nobody really even noticed he's not very much into the following conversation. 

"Tried once, Osanai made fun of me. Said gangs are not for women and stuff. When he found out it was me that asked, came here to apologize and invite me personally." Sora told a short story, playing with the glass between her hands. 

"What did you say?" Asked Izana, suddenly interested. 

"That if he doesn't get out of my face in three seconds, I'll let Richard bite him."

"Who?" 

"Our doberman, Richard." 

"Oh. See? That's what I think you'd make a great captain. Famous Haitanis charisma. Only if you do me a little favor."

Sora sighed deeply and looked up at him. "You're manipulating piece of trash, Kurokawa. I'm in". She'd swear she could hear Ran and Rin rolling their eyes. 

"Fantastic!" Izana clapped his hands. 

"Don't get too hyped up. I don't know anything about this guy but that his name is Choji. 

"I think I follow Hanma on Instagram, let's see if he tags him anywhere" Rin muttered, grabbing his phone from the counter. He tapped the screen a couple times and murmured under his breath with interest. "There he is and I know him". Ran, Sora and Izana leaned over his phone to have a look, even Mutou approached the counter and now was hanging over Rin's left shoulder. "Remember cousin Makoto? We used to play with him all the time back then. This guy lived right next to him. Streets call him "The Rat"" Rin explained. 

"This is him? Interesting." Ran straightened up and went back to his former place. 

"Why "Rat"?" Yasuhiro asked, finally sitting on the third and last hooker chair. 

"He never plays clean. Always using weapons 'n shit." Rin explained quickly.

"Maybe he's a lost Haitani?" Izana suggested, eloquently looking at each of Haitanis. 

"Nope, we're naturally brunettes." 

"Anyway, contact him, Sora. Or wait, no. Wait for him to contact you. I heard Reaper isn't as stupid as he looks, it would be pretty clear." "If he won't text me, I'm gonna just pretend to accidentally meet him somewhere. Trust me, I'm good at turning destiny into my favor. Anyway, where is your tail, Mucho?"

"My what?" 

"Your tail, strawberry blonde hair, doll eyes and big ass katana, any recall?"

Yasuhiro suddenly sighed. "I don't want him to know about Tenjiku yet. He seems to be dead loyal to Mikey."

Sora blinked a couple times. "Very friendly of you, scheming behind your vice captain's back." She stated with a coldness in her voice that made Mucho look up at her with a short snort. 

"You don't know anything about it. Speaking of Sanzu, gotta go, we're cleaning my car today." Mucho excused himself and grabbed his keys from the shelf. "We'll be in touch, guys." He said and after quick "byes", left the room.

"I'll walk you to the gate, need to get Richard from outside too" Sora said, walking after him. 

They walked in complete silence. When they reached Mucho's black car parked on the driveway, Sora stood on her toes and gave the man a quick peck on the lips. "Come on, kitchen is on the other side of the house." She complained, seeing his furrowed eyebrows. "When will I get a private audience with you?" 

"Can't say, I've got a lot going on currently" He said dispassionately. "See ya, Sora" He placed a small kiss on her forehead and got in the car before she could've said anything. 

He didn't wave; in fact he didn't look at her for a second as he backed out of the driveway. Sora looked after him before closing the gate. It was the coldest goodbye he had ever said to her. 

18/10/2010, Monday

Sora didn't hear from Mucho since he left Haitanis' household. He hadn't responded to her three texts, and didn't pick up the phone. 

19/10/2010, Tuesday

[Yasuhiro<3] 11:23AM: sorry, been busy, I'm good

20/10/2010, Wednesday

There were moments when the world seemed to close in. When there was no oxygen in Sora's lungs and she thought she's gonna die. One would say this is how rejection and sudden cold attitude affects someone in love, but Sora knew better, that was the price she was eventually paying a price for going days with two, three hours of sleep, best grades on the uni, barely even eating, yet being able to meet with friends here and there, party every Saturday. But apparently, giving up wasn't an option – there was still an exam to pass and life to live. So when her head was starting to spin and she felt her legs giving up, she'd just sit down for a minute and then keep going. Drowning herself in countless books, notes, examples of legal cases and so had one advantage more – wasn't leaving any space for intrusive thoughts she had been having. 

Sora didn't quite understand why she was getting unbearably sad when her phone would light up and she was grabbing it only to find out it wasn't Mucho. Why overthinking the reasons for the unexpected change of behavior gave her a physical, stabbing ache in chest. Why would she naive hoping he was about to call. It couldn't be because of her stupid feelings towards a stupid man, with a stupid smile that would always light up her days, with a stupidly nice smell of cologne and stupid big, safe chest. Couldn't be. It was a natural body reaction for stress, tiredness and so on. 

Sora found herself staying in her room more than she used to. She would shortly tell Ran or Rin off that she's studying, which wasn't even a lie. "Only till exam" she thought to herself while hovering over a white line in order to stay up the whole night. Last time when she slept, she had a terrible nightmare about stupid Mucho with a new treasure hanging on his arm. Sora wasn't going to let it happen again. 23/10/2010, Saturday

Ran noted in his head that Sora rejecting Saturday's part was such a weird situation. But there was nothing odd in stress eating her up when there was only a week left until her exam? He did actually notice that she was looking worse lately. But she would ask for a help, if something was going on, right?

25/10/2010, Monday

Even if she hoped for a text from Mucho, the phone lightening up wasn't a complete waste of time. Just as Izana predicted, last week's Sunday's evening brought Sora a new friend that now she was seeing everyday – Choji actually pulled out his hidden stalker and got her number. Turned out that he was a nice, fun guy and even if the whole agenda was setted up, she found honest pleasure in spending time with him. They shared the same sense of humor, taste in Chinese food and horror movies. Sora was still shocked how close you can become with somebody over a few days. 

"Fuck, I need to go, damned Hanma" Choji muttered, looking at the text he had just gotten. "I'm so sorry Sora, I'll drive you home, okay?" He asked, looking over at his newest friend who was currently stuffing her cheeks with fried noodles. "Huh?" She mumbled, trying to swallow. "Valhalla things?" 

"Yup, Hanma's big ass leader now" He rolled his eyes. 

"Take me with you, please" She whined, hanging on his arm. "Please, please, please!" 

"For what? There's nothing interesting and that old arcade stinks of mold" He shook his head. 

"I want to join, I didn't know how to ask but see, it's just a perfect occasion!" 

"Why do you want to join?"

Sora sighed and shoved herself away from him. That was a time for an Oscar worthy performance. "There's someone in Toman I have unfinished business with". Choji kinda expected it. He wasn't going to ask specifically, but Sora mentioned she used to date a guy from Manji Gang so it was understable she was going to hold a grudge against Mikey's squad.

"I'll take him down for you, but you don't have to…"

"You don't understand Choji" She groaned and laid back on her back. They were in the park, sitting on the blanket and catching the last rays of sun. "I won't be satisfied until I don't get him myself, smash his head against the concrete until his brain is leak…"

"I got it, I got it. God, you're disgusting" He exhaled dramatically. "I'll take you if you really want. But don't cry later"

"Thanks, Rat" She genuinely smiled brightly and hopped up on her feet. "Let's go!" It took them a while to arrive in Valhalla's hideout because of the traffic and the meeting had already started. Choji tried his best to not get the attention, but other members decided to greet their captain and eye the newcomer, dressed in an oversized hoodie, the hood on their head and a mask on their face. Choji didn't want to make a show with a girl walking by his side to he asked Sora to cover herself and hide her gender as long as possible. 

But when Hanma saw his captain finally arrive, he demanded his presence next to him. Hanma had always been all into shows.  And when they stepped out before the whole crowd, Sora just took her hood off along with the mask and smiled. 

"Is it you again, Haitani? No fucking way, you homemade Mata Hari. What this time?"

a/n: Hi everyone! Thank you to anybody who decided to read it. Hope you'll stay. Just to inform, canon might bend here and there plus english isn't my first language so there might be mistakes bigger or smaller.

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It's Broken

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billy breaks his nose and max gets to grow up

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It happens a few weeks after the fight at the Byers.

Billy’s been on his best behaviour, hasn’t even spoken a word to Max or even looked at her little friends. He does everything that’s expected and more of him at home. But apparently that isn’t enough.

He knows Max hates him, everyone can tell. You’d need to be deaf and blind to not know and even then you’d be able to sense the tension between the two. So yes, Max hates him but he didn’t know she hated him this much.

Dinner at the Hargrove Mayfield house is always tense, Billy keeps his head down and finishes everything on his plate after being the last to be served. Says ‘no thank you, Susan’ when offered leftovers because he is not allowed to eat more than what he’s given. He answers when spoken to, never asks if someone could pass something to him. It’s a quiet ordeal most of the time.

“Billy was supposed to take me to the arcade today but he didn’t," Max says, stabbing a piece of potato with her fork.

“Is that true, Billy?” Neil asks, his gaze feeling like a loaded gun. Billy always has to sit directly across from Neil, always in perfect view to make sure he doesn’t misbehave.

“No, Sir,” Billy replies. He knows there’s no point in lying but it’s going to end the same either way. “I didn’t know Max wanted to go today”

“Yes, I told you this morning” Max is glaring at him from next to him. “Several times”

Billy pauses and fuck, she did mention it except he was distracted this morning because of a maths test he had to take in first period.

“She did mention it,” Billy says slowly. “I was just distracted this morning, I had a test”

“That’s not very kind of you” Neil takes a bite of chicken, chews thoroughly before continuing “Sounds like Max was excited to go”

“I was” Max pipes up “El was going to be there, you know, El? My only friend who’s a girl?”

Billy knows she only brought up El because Neil and Susan hate that she’s a tomboy and hate that she’s friends with boys. That they’d be even more lenient with her for being friends with an actual girl.

“So, Max was forced to not spend time with her friend because you were too distracted to pay attention to her?” Neil has a way of warping words into swords and viciously attacking him with them.

“Yes, Sir” Billy replies on autopilot because what else is he supposed to say? Anything he says will be twisted and used against him either now or in the future.

Neil dabs at his mouth with a napkin and stands up. Billy, frozen in his seat, doesn’t dare look away from his plate as Neil comes to stand behind him. He’s expecting a slap on the back of the head, maybe a hand on his shoulder pulling him up from the seat but instead he feels his dad’s hand in his hair and suddenly his face is full of pain.

He thinks Max screams and wonders why the fuck is she screaming. He gasps and chokes on blood that’s sliding down the back of his throat and brings his hands up to his nose, taking deep shuddery breaths when his fingers brush alongside it.

“My nose!” Billy manages to get out, still in a state of disbelief. There’s blood in his unfinished dinner.

Neil doesn’t say anything, just grabs Billy by the upper arm. Billy braces himself for more abuse but instead he’s led over to the front door and out to the truck. He doesn’t have any shoes on or a jacket and he’s cold. Neil has shoes and a jacket on.

They drive in silence to the hospital, Billy not daring to let out a groan of pain when his head moves along with the bumps in the road. Neil doesn’t turn his head to look at him once but he does catch his eye in the rearview mirror and Billy sees a warning.

The hospital is quiet on a Wednesday evening. There’s a woman coughing into her elbow and a man and a woman sitting with their arms crossed near the entrance. They walk over to the receptionist and she looks up in alarm at all the blood spread around Billy’s face.

“Oh my” she starts

“It’s broken,” Neil interrupts her. “Broke it playing basketball, boy wasn’t paying any attention”

“Yeah” Billy knows better than to tell the truth. He’d made that mistake before and he’s still here.

They clean up his nose and Billy bites his tongue so he doesn’t make loud noises. It’s crooked and they give Billy something to squeeze as they quickly snap it back into place. He does yell then, receiving a glare from his dad but he doesn’t care at that point. They clean up the blood once again that had been dislodged in the relocation and then place a thick wad of gauze from the tip of his nose to his forehead. He closes his eyes and grimaces as they stick it down with a beige bandage, one going across the bottom of his nose and onto his cheeks and the other across his forehead. It’s humiliating and Neil knows it.

The humiliation is an added part of the punishment.

He’s given a prescription for painkillers that will never get filled and they’re driving home. No comments had been made about his lack of footwear.

Max is still awake when he gets home. Looks at him with pity and he tries to glare at her and fails miserably. He walks past her and straight to the bathroom where he looks at himself in the mirror. There’s bruising around his eyes and on the gaps where the gauze isn’t.

Max is standing outside the bathroom, looking like she wants to talk to him but Billy doesn’t want to even look at her right now so he shoves past her and goes to his room. He carefully takes his tee shirt off, stretching the collar so it won’t brush against his nose and then he lies in his bed. He sleeps on his back so the bruises have no contact with his pillow and tries to sleep through the pain.

The next morning, he wakes up and gets dressed before facing the music that is breakfast. Susan is placing a cup of coffee in front of his father who says nothing. He folds it when Billy enters the room and looks at him.

“Max wants to go to school early today” he says calmly “You don’t have time for breakfast today”

“Yes, Sir” he says once again. Voice distorted from the way his nose is blocked and pulled. Max looks up from her bowl of cereal with an expression that this is the first she’s hearing about wanting to go to school early. “I’ll warm up the car”

He grabs his messenger bag from his room and the car keys from the bowl next to the front door and sits in the driver's seat. He pulls down the sun visor and tilts his head to get a better look at what he’s going to be dealing with today. The bruising is way more prominent today, dark under his eyes and purple in colour towards the edges. There’s a bit of dried blood and he grabs a tissue and dampens it with some spit to try and get it off. He hisses at the contact but grits his teeth and keeps going.

Max opens the door to the passenger seat and slides in quietly. Billy pulls out of the driveway and they drive silently to school, not even bothering putting a cassette in to listen to.

“I’m sorry” Max says quietly “I didn’t think he’d do that”

“Bet you’ll think twice now, won’t you” Billy doesn’t look at her. Keeps his eyes on the baron roads in front of him.

“I thought he’d ground you or something, not break your nose” She replies looking over at him. “I didn’t know he was that bad”

“Well, congratulations” Billy says dryly “You’re old enough to experience the real world now”

[thecontumacious]

Yo! Request for the luxiem boys with a gn reader who secretly has 6 wings and decides that they trust them enough to show them please :3c

The Winged One

a/n: i love me a lil bit of fantasy elements (*´∀`*) thank you for requesting anon and i hope you enjoy what i've come up for you~ context: for every member, your species differ!

you face your full length mirror, your chest bare as the wings on your back spread out freely after being hidden for so long under a spell. it felt like taking off tight clothes after a hard day, so fulfilling and satisfying. you loved your wings, you cherished them and you thanked the universe above for not taking them away from you once you left your old life behind.

although your past had willingly let you go, there was still some inkling that you new life wouldn’t accommodate. besides, walking around the city with three pairs of wings isn’t the most conspicuous way of living, is it? 

you sigh, tracing the bones of your wings softly. 

even with these pairs of bodies, you weren’t completely worried either. your lover, for one, would never drive you away because of them. you knew that well, deep down from the underside of your heart. so that’s why right now, you shake your wings once and put on a shirt, not bothering to hide them.

“he should be home soon,” you mutter, opening the bedroom door by a crack. the hallways are relatively peaceful until your boyfriend returns unlike your ravaging heart. but you brave yourself and keep your wings visible. 

then, the door to the house opens.

“y/n, i’m home!”

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

angel wings

the heavens were kind enough to let you go, allowing you to keep your six cloud white wings as you descended to the earth

you expected to just live normally amongst humans, blending in with them whilst still fulfilling your duty to protect them

until you met vox

you had bumped into him in a grocery store and unlike the people you’ve passed by, your hairs stood on edge when you realized he was a demon

you paused to turn, but said demon was busy studying boxes of tea… and there were quite a few beer cans in his basket 

harmless enough?

one thing led to another, you confirm that vox was a demon when you found him on the internet

a streamer and rly not much a demon that would wreak havoc upon humans

in fact, you had nothing to worry about when he said, “i like humans better.”

it put you at ease knowing that

then he ran into you again, this time at a bookstore

“excuse me, i’ve seen you before haven’t i?” he greets you politely, offering a sweet smile

you’ve seen him multiple times already, how is this meeting any different????? why is your heart beating way faster than usual???

and well, that’s how you first met

you shared interests, liked the same things and connected even more over time

you’d become a close friend before you know it and one day, vox asked you out on a date and his charming self managed to take you out on a second, a third

and then he asked for you to be his lover 

yes, yes you’ve been dating for a while now but you don’t think vox knew that you were an angel… besides, you’ve been hiding them for so long you’d be pretty good at it by now

what pushed you into telling him in the first place was how vox willingly opened up to you, about his past clan, about the things he’s done, about his demonic heritage and his aspirations

it didn’t feel fair with just him telling everything, so… here you were

waiting behind the bedroom door for vox to find you with your wings in full view

“darling? where are you?” he called out

“i’m in the bedroom, love!” you answer back. at this, he makes his way over to you. with each step, your wings tense just a little bit more.

then the door finally opens to reveal vox, smiling as he first saw your face but his beam disappears soon after

“darling?” he asked, as though you weren’t there

you gulp, “y-yes?”

he doesn’t say anything else

he steps forward and his finger is already reaching for your pure white feathers, glowing in the soft light

but he stops himself, meeting your eyes questioningly, “may i?”

you nod, propping your wings up more so he has more access

vox grins and cards his fingers through your soft wings. he visibly melts at the gentle texture, leaning forward as he uses his entire palm to pat them down

“th-they’re so beautiful,” he whispers, still very much in awe. “why would you ever need to hide them from me, my love?”

you look away, “i was admittedly sorta scared. you were a demon and i’m—well, was an angel…”

vox then stops paying attention to your wings and instead to you. his fingers reach for your chin and pulls your eyesight towards him this time

in his golden eyes, you see something you’ve yet to see from him. a sort of gentleness, a feeling of genuineness and pure love dripping from them

you felt safe gazing into them, more so than usual

“angel or not, i will still love you as you are, y/n. you know that right?” vox cups your entire face this time and you reflexively lean into him

“yeah, that’s why i wanted to show and tell you.”

vox chuckles, bringing your forehead to press against his. “that’s my good little one. thank you for trusting me with this.”

he then kisses you, long and passionate. you can’t help but burst into a few tears at his acceptance towards you and when he pulls away, his using his thumb to wipe them dry

“oh, my dear, don’t cry,” he coos, brushing through your hair. “everything’s alright, see?”

“yeah, I know.”

after that, vox will want to see your wings more often, finding comfort from just touching them

when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect, here you were, a literal angel right before his eyes

during cuddle time, vox won’t be embarrassed to ask you to hug him with your wings if you were comfortable with it

always telling you that it felt like a blanket, much better now that it’s pretty much your wings

when you need help taking care of it, vox is quick to drop everything and offer all the aid he can. need help plucking some loose feathers out? he’s gotchu.

“just pick any that’s loose, vox,” you instruct as you pick from the other side

and he does such an amazing job at it too, so gentle and loving in the way he touches you

he’ll probably stick there even if you’re done, keeping a few for himself

“vox? thank you.”

“hm? i know. you’re welcome. just… let me stay with you like this.”

polar opposites attract, you supposed.

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

harpy wings

you were born naturally from the wilds, but with your father a human, you often visited the mortal world which was why you chose to live here in secret

although weird and wonderful creatures like demons or sorcerers lived amongst society, you chose not to live freely and hide your avian blood, afraid that you’d attract the wrong type of attention as harpies were known to be terrifying creatures

the first few months of living in the cities were okay, in fact you enjoyed being here

but then you find your things robbed one day

this drove you into oblivion, determined to track down whoever stole your things. you first went to the police station to find some help

which is where you met mysta for the first time

he seemed to have just finished solving a case and when he so happened to be assigned to help you

“hello! how can i help?” he chirped excitedly, getting a new client (and one so cute too)

“yes, my apartment’s been robbed. can you help me find the robbers?” 

“of course! robbers are easy!” mysta claims, but almost immediately, you can’t take his words seriously

but just to humor him, you accept his help

and well, although he was using his “detective” skills, he did them all eccentrically to the point where you found clues ahead of him

and when you finally found the robbers (thanks to your help, none to mysta), the detective insisted on getting backup help 

but again, you were able to round up the robbers by yourself (with the help of your harpy form) so by the time mysta came by, the robbers are dealt with and your stuff are back

the one thing mysta couldn’t help wonder about was the random feather he found by his feet in an enclosed warehouse. why would there be a bird in a place like this���?

he kept it anyways, out of curiosity

after that, mysta sort of just… kept hanging out with you. you were peeved at first, but slowly, you got to see mysta as someone you can chill with

he was pretty hilarious and can be cute when he wants to

it was on valentine’s day that mysta decided to be cheesy and ask you out, asking to be his valentine and confessing how he felt at the end of the night

this guy couldn’t cook, wasn’t a real detective and unshamefully inappropriate

but you couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not when he’d been such a good friend and always there to help cheer you up

so! here you were, dating for about two years and living in the same house

mysta still doesn’t know what you really were up to now and while you planned on not telling him for a very long time, you suddenly find a feather 

your feather

yes you flocked a few times when he was gone but you were thorough with your cleaning…

you asked mysta nervously, “hey, babe, what’s this feather doing here?” 

“oh that? remember when we went to find those robbers? we were in a pretty enclosed warehouse but i found that there. pretty weird huh? i don’t know why i kept it to be honest,” mysta shrugs

that’s when you decided you’d tell him soon, which was today

“babyy! where are you? i got us takeout!” 

“i’m here in the bedroom, mysta!” you call back, your feathers shaking out of nervousness

the door finally opens and mysta pauses, mouth hung open when he saw your form

he drops the takeout bags and stares at you, which makes you self conscious

“u-uh mysta?”

“OH UM—i—uh…” he comically rubs his eyes and when still sees you in your half bird form, he clears his throat. “a-are those real? are you cosplaying someone?”

“no, mysta, these are real. i’m… a harpy.”

“what’s a harpy?”

of course he wouldn’t know…

you sigh and beckon him to come closer as you told him what your species was in detail to how you even lived in the human side of this world

“so half human, half bird?” he asks, his hand reaching out to your winged hands, before retracting them again, “so-sorry, can i touch them?”

“it’s fine,” then you gave him your entire hand. the feathers tickle mysta slightly which makes him giggle and you can’t help but do the same

“this is honestly so cool… shocking, but really awesome!” he comments, eyes glittering with interest as he prodded with your wings. “why didn’t you tell me before?”

“we-well, i was scared that people would think i’m scary. you as well. i was scared i’d freak you out or something…” you hang your head down

but then you’re engulfed in a tight hug, the air from your lungs knocked out in a matter of seconds

“m-mysta?”

“please don’t think like that. i would never be afraid of you,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “so what if you’re half bird? if anything, i think it’s pretty cool. i just wish you’d tell me sooner and be more confident about yourself.”

“yeah, i guess i should’ve,” you sigh 

mysta pulls away, grinning, “but thanks for being brave to tell me anyways! i love you, my little harpy.”

you’ve never thought in your entire life you’d be called that. in fact, you figured you wouldn’t like the nickname, yet here you were, smiling as mysta said it

he really was a big fan of your harpy form, always asking to see it randomly in the day

the first time you offered if he could help with plucking out any loose feathers, he was both excited and nervous

he was excited cause he got to see you in your harpy form again, but nervous that he’d hurt you somehow

but you reassure him that even if he did, you’ll be okay

the activity was oddly satisfying and it felt like it brought him closer to you

with mysta like this, it’s to be expected that he’ll ask you to take him flying one day

he was joking the first time he brought it up but when you invited him to go to the woods…

“FOR REAL? YOU CAN TAKE ME FLYING?!” 

like a kid who can finally ride the rollercoaster… 

he was scared when his feet wasn’t touching the ground, but after a while, he began to enjoy it as did you who hadn’t flown in a while since living in the city

he looks up at you and never thought he’d fall more in love with you

“thanks for this, y/n.”

you chuckle, “thank you for accepting me as i am, mysta.” 

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

dragon wings

your mother and father had abandoned you once you were born, then adopted by someone who happened to be in luca’s mafia

you then pretty much had to learn everything by yourself, about who you were, about how being a dragon worked

and as a way to thank your adoptive parent, you promised you’d take over their position in the mafia once you got older

you did, to the point luca assigned you in the main team of the mafia

he was very impressed by how you get things quickly done, reaching faraway places in a small amount of time and getting objects even the most elite of his members couldn’t approach

there was no reason as to why luca wouldn’t notice you

of course, these things were attained with the help of your draconic traits: being able to fly without the help of others, heightened sensing abilities and strength and well, just scaring someone that you’re a dragon is an asset in itself

no one would believe them

ah, the power your hold indeed…

anyway, because of your high ranking within the syndicate, you and luca interacted a lot

you were very intelligent too so he kept you by his side all the time

which was how luca became super close to you

after a long day, he’d invite you to eat together all the time, going to arcades if you were up for it and drove you home if you allowed it as well

he really was such a sweetheart and so kind, especially towards you

he always acknowledged your opinions and whatever strategy you had in mind, mentioning you to everyone he meets

and you too always liked helping luca, even if you weren’t in the area or wasn’t assigned to it

before you two knew it, you had grown to care for each other so much, even for things outside work

how he confessed? goofed it up by saying he liked you accidentally after a heist

but that’s why you adored him so much

hence here y’all were, together for more than a year

luca was never a day without praising your work, how good you were at getting missions done and getting ahead of everyone, even ones who had been there longer than you

while using your dragon traits was inevitable, you felt like if you hadn’t had any of these things, you wouldn’t be where you were and luca probably wouldn’t have noticed you either

this thought pretty much bugged you for a while until you finally decided it was best you told luca, just to get your chest free of the tension

“y/n, y/n, you won’t believe what happened today!” luca calls from outside, heading towards the bedroom even without asking you

you could only jump on your heels, looking back at your six wings and to the door

then it finally opens to reveal the ball of sunshine they call luca kaneshiro

when he comes in, he doesn’t immediately notice your form and continues to recount the aforementioned experience he had

it’s only when you’re more quiet than usual that luca pauses and has his heart stuck in his throat at your new form

“well that’s some good cosplay! when did you find the time to do this huh?” luca smiles excitedly, approaching you to take a look at your wings and scales on your skin

but you retract, nervous

“babe?” luca frowns

you shake your head, “this isn’t cosplay, luca… these are all real. these wings?”

you spread all six of them out

“these are mine. these scales?”

you show him your forearms, then pulled back your sleeves to reveal more of the scales on your shoulders

“they’re my skin. much like yours, luca. this is me, this is my… true form. a dragon.”

the air is still once more and it couldn’t hang more uncomfortably than you liked it to be. you were ready to accept the fact luca will be afraid of you, that he’d run away, that he’d apologize—

“wait can you breathe fire????”

you stare at him, just as much as he stared at you

breathe fire…?

you let out a laugh

“wait no seriously!! can you??”

and you proceed to laugh even more, “i don’t know! can i?”

though slightly upset his question wasn’t taken seriously, luca isn’t one to be quiet when you’re laughing

he can’t help but at least grin to accompany all your fits of giggles

after a while, you finally stop laughing and suddenly pull luca in for a hug, using your wings to wrap him in it as well

it’s definitely a feeling, but to be hugged by dragon wings…

luca has never felt more pog

“i think i can breathe a bit of fire luca. my parents probably would’ve been able to do it better though,” you answer him with a gentle smile

“well whatever!! you can breathe fire that’s cool! and look at these wings!!” luca says. “why didn’t you tell me about this before, y/n? is this why you’re so good at the things you do in the mafia?”

you sigh, nodding, “yeah. how i got to the main building without getting caught by cameras? i flew straight to the balcony.

“and why i didn’t want to tell you was mostly because i thought i’d scare everyone away. being born dragon isn’t exactly the most common thing in the world.”

“wouldn’t that make you a lot cooler tho?? it’s like you’re a rare species!” luca takes your hands and gently pokes your scales, reveling in its marvel. “my lover is a dragon! they can breathe fire and fly. i thought you were so pog already, but you’re a real pogchamp.”

you giggle, pecking luca’s forehead lovingly. he receives the kiss with full of excitement, if he had a puppy dog tail, it’d be wagging wildly right about now

“on a more serious note though,” luca smiles, taking your face in his hands with great care. “i’ve always loved you and always will be, y/n. i don’t care if you’re a dragon, a vampire or an alien. you’re still y/n. that’s what matters.”

after that, luca respected your wishes if you wanted to keep your identity a secret but there’s no guarantee that he’ll stop asking you to turn into your dragon form a lot

compared to mysta, he’s fanboying over you more than he is so beware

even without asking, luca is there to help you shed and he’s always so excited when you say you’ll be giving him some of the prettier looking scales

when no one’s around, he’ll be asking you to take him flying. this was no difficult task anyway so you take him on flights every week

he might seem like he’s always so excited when he sees you turn into a dragon, but when you’re asleep, that’s when he really takes his time to admire your draconic beauty

he’ll kiss all of your scales, gentle enough to resonate with his appreciation and not too much to stir you awake

“you’re really beautiful you know that?” luca will whisper, kissing one final kiss to your lips as he curls up next to you

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

fairy wings

back when you were a fairy, you always had been interested in humans

your friends cowered when the footsteps of humans came by, they always disappear within nature and hide until said “intruders” have long passed them

obviously, this didn’t apply to you

so after some consideration and ignoring your friends’ warnings of the human world, you plunge deep into it

yes, there were some things your friends said were true like how humans can be greedy and truly sadistic to even people of their own kind 

but you also saw the beauty of humans

how they cared for one another, how they strive for the things they were passionate about and the devices they created were absolutely amazing!

you were comfortable in the human world and there wasn’t a day where you regretted living among them

especially after you met ike eveland

you were on your way back home from work when this man had spilled his drink all over you

“oh my god, i’m so so sorry!! i wasn’t looking when i was walking!” ike then just went to pull out his handkerchief, offering it to you as he drowns in guilt. “i’m really, really sorry. is there any way i can make it up to you?”

you look down at your drenched clothes, merely sighing as it was the end of the day anyway

you waved dismissively, sending him a gentle smile, “it’s alright. i’ll just get home and wash this out.”

“no, i won’t be able to sleep knowing i hadn’t make it up to you!” ike insisted. “what if i washed your clothes for you? is your home far away from here?”

“it’s a long while, yes. but really, it’s no trouble…”

“it’s fine, please, allow me,” ike says

after that, he took you home with his car so that you wouldn’t have to strain your legs any further that day

you gave him your ruined clothes once you changed out of them, and he promised you that he’d return it after a few days

it’s only when it was the second meeting that there was something off about ike

it felt as though you were in a hazy dream, like you’d seen ike’s face somewhere

you were sure it wasn’t from a future telling dream either so you shrug it off

also, until this day, there might’ve been a chance that ike purposefully spilled that drink all over you and used that as an excuse to get your number

“busted,” ike admits, a little while after you both established a steady relationship. it became a joke between you two, but also a story you would forever remember since it had brought you into this very happy and lovely relationship

which is also what pushed you into telling ike what you really were

“sweetheart? are you in the bedroom?” he calls out from downstairs

“yes i am, ike!”

“alright, coming!”

this man was an absolute sweetheart to you, always so gentle and putting you before himself

why were you so nervous to tell him?

it was quite evident how anxious you were to be honest, from how your six translucent wings fluttered to the point you were floating above the floor

the door creaks open and ike’s head pops through

he smiles upon seeing you, but he freezes when the wings finally come into view

you might not have been able to see it, but through ike’s eyes, it felt as though he was seeing all most beautiful things in the world in the same place at once

time stopped, just enough for him to really drink in your very literal fairytale form

“so beautiful…”

it didn’t help that there was a slight tint of pink on ike’s cheek, so you were beyond embarrassed

you avoid eye contact with ike, so he approaches you quickly and brings your hands into his, still so delicate after all this time

“darling? look at me,” ike requested you softly

you sigh and turn to him again, and in his eyes is nothing but adoration for you. an endless amount of it too.

the dim lighting that shone through just accentuated more of your beauty, truly a supernatural being that has blessed the earth with its presence

“you don’t have to be embarrassed, alright?” he insists, cupping the side of your face

in those words alone, you knew that could tell him everything. and that you did, from who you were at the beginning of time and to the details of your wings

“they may look fragile and vulnerable, but they’ve taken me to heights you humans have never seen before,” you smile, looking back at them all the while fluttering them gently

at this, ike watches the fantastical dream unfold before him

“can i touch them?” he asks

you nod, turning a bit to the side so he has a better reach for them

ike’s fingers trace the wonderful patterns on your wings, being sure that he was extremely delicate with them as to not hurt you

“they’re just… so beautiful, you’re beautiful. i have no words, y/n,” ike laughs, and you follow along. “with that being said, i do have a bit of a confession.”

“what’s that?”

“i’ve met you before. as a child,” he began, catching you off guard. “you probably didn’t remember but i did. i got lost in the woods one day and couldn’t find my way back. it felt like a dream back then, when this person with wings held my hand and showed me the way back. no one would’ve believed me anyway so i didn’t tell anyone.

“and now that you’ve shown me, i know what i saw that day was true after all,” ike held your face. “fate has funny ways of bringing people together, huh?”

you don’t know why but it really felt like you were in such a beautifully written story, what exactly did you do to deserve this…?

not much changed, actually, yes there was. 

ike fell so much more in love with you, appreciating you even more and admiring you midday more so than usual

he wasn’t one to encourage you to change forms like mysta or luca, but he’ll enjoy the precious moments you do feel like stretching out your wings

it’s one of the few times in the week where he gets to really slow down and simply enjoy your presence

your wings aren’t as strong so you can’t take him flying, but you were able to at least bring him a few feet above ground, which felt magical all the same

he also may or may not have written a song about you and your magical self at some point as well!

“i’m so glad i got to meet you again, you know that?”

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

phoenix wings

you were… quite the rare species. yes, very rare indeed.

phoenixes don’t usually live very long. bcs after a while, they would turn back to ashes and be reborn anew

which became a factor as to why it’s hard to hide your firebird wings without people finding out

so, to protect yourself and phoenix hybrids alike, you chose to stay away from the busy city life

while you did, it was shu who came to you

you were friends with him, actually

you frequented the same grocery as him and he finally got the courage to talk to you, from being simple acquaintances to good friends

you rly did enjoy his company, but what stopped you was your phoenix form

six wings of fire wasn’t easy to hide as aforementioned so you went for the safest option of not being too close with the sorcerer

but why was it so hard to do this…?

every single day, you warn yourself not to get too close but there you were, in the same cafe like last time, talking to shu over a mutual interest

you talked about your hometown, your families, shu’s career as a vtuber

you don’t know you let yourself slip as far as letting shu capture your entire heart without fail and in short time too

you still don’t know how despite being what you were, you said yes when he asked you to be his lover

shu had driven you two to a secluded area where you can see the sunset together, after getting some ice cream in the middle of nowhere

“ahh, it’s so nice to relax like this. without having to worry about a single thing,” you stretch yourself, arms hitting the jock of shu’s car

“yeah, the atmosphere is really comforting here,” he responds, smiling as he leaned back as well. “hey y/n?”

“hm?”

“i’m really glad i met you. things have been really fun since you’ve been around,” shu grins

“y-yeah, you too,” blushing, you look away from him. but cheeky shu decided to lean forward so he can see your embarassed face

“ho? someone’s blushing? shy, are we?” he chuckled teasingly

“shut up shu!”

but then he starts tickling your sides, poking and prodding at areas most sensitive until you couldn’t catch your breath anymore

“SHU STOP PLEASE!”

“let me think about it,” his fingers retract only momentarily but they come back as soon as they left, “nah.”

“SHUUUUU”

before you knew it, you were sprawled flat on the car seat with shu just on top of you, flustered and panting from the excitement

caught in the moment, shu couldn’t help himself but lean in, “can i kiss you?”

what drove you to instantly pull him down for that kiss?

probably because it was shu yamino.

things only got better, with things also getting pretty risky for you

shu was getting immensely close, knowing all of your single flaws and inch of your body, but has yet to touch your phoenix wings

your family would’ve liked you to keep it a secret, but shu was your everything

he was your world, he was your new home

and you couldn’t shoulder this kind of identity without him knowing

“y/nnn, come on, you promised we’d play some yugioh again today,” his steps are already close to the door, almost giving you no time to properly prepare yourself

you made sure your wings weren’t touching anything in the room but as the door opened, you couldn’t help but let a few flares touch the floors

at this, shu immediately goes into a panic mode, thinking the room was lit on fire

but he stops when he sees you, completely fine with an even greater fire behind your back, resembling wings in the amount of six

you immediately fluff together your wings to control the wings, smiling nervously at shu

“h-hey, shu!”

the sorcerer blinks before entering the room completely, crossing his arms, “i thought phoenixes were more solitary creatures?”

“we-well, some of us are. i used to be—wait, huh?”

shu chuckles, enjoying the dumbfouded look on your face. “i knew that you firebirds existed. i studied them a while back and thought they went extinct or just went into hiding, far from humans. yet here you are.”

suppose you can’t blame him since he was a man of magic. of course he’d believe creatures like you existed

you really didn’t have anything to worry about…

“i’m more surprised how you haven’t set anything on fire, babe!”

compared to the other boys, shu is most chill which is both a relief and a new frontier.

but then again, you’ve never told anyone else about yourself

“i’ve been doing it for years, of course i know what i’m doing,” you roll your eyes, to which shu just sneers at as he gets closer to your wings

he didn’t even seem the slightest bit afraid of them, much less you

“careful. it won’t hurt me but it will hurt you, shu.”

he hums, nodding, “i know. i just want a closer look. six wings… “

“a really rare breed, yeah. i’m one of the very few.”

“well you already are one of a kind, no?”

you giggle, slapping shu on the arm lightly. “shut up, yamino.”

he was taking this in way too easily. it scared you more than when you wanted to tell him. but it wasn’t a bad thing!

it seemed so magical, in fact

you’d play around with your fire wings, bright yellow and flickering majestically

then shu would accompany your light show with his own, dancing in the hues of pinks and purples

just to remind you, although phoenixes are technically immortal, there is still a phase in the life cycle where you have to turn to ashes to be reborn again

and instead of being scared of this particular process, shu was more interested in it

“i know ya’ll come back anyway, nothing i should worry about. besides, you’ve done this a lot of times before right?”

there really was no reason for you to hide all these things from shu from the beginning, was there?

all there was to the sorcerer was utter interest in your kind, searching through old books and frequently asking you questions

there was also that one time where you completely changed into your phoenix form from head to toe

and shu could never look more adored as you perched onto his arm, careful with placing yourself on him

he smiles, stroking your beak, “you’ve never looked more beautiful, my little firebird.”

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