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uramichislefttiddie · 3 years

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Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan Alphabet

||Contains: Uramichi Omota + Iketeru Daga||

||Warnings: NSFW||

Reminder! Please don’t comment anything that implies your age, I cannot stop who reads this unfortunately but I can at the very least give out a warning that this contains nsfw content.⚠️

please forgive me I could not stop laughing whilst writing this, I had to skip specific words because it did not sound right to me and my childish behaviour😭

Uramichi Omota:

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

If anything all this man will want to do is try and get a good nights rest even if it means only a couple hours of sleep. He will make sure however you are cleaned up and are alright before he deals with himself. He’d never leave you to care for yourself, he always makes sure he cares for you first. He’s very touch starved meaning he makes sure he gets cuddles and kisses before you both drift off into a slumber!

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite body part on himself most likely would be his muscles specifically his toned arms, I mean he’s a former gymnast so what can you expect? On you his favourite part would be either ass or thighs, the reason mainly being it’s something he can rest on, or another reason being he loves to mark your thighs up not caring if anyone can see, also he just genuinely likes groping your ass however he’ll only do that in privacy, he’d rather not have the risk of someone having just witnessed him groping your ass in public. In make out sessions always expect his hands to be roaming either along your thighs or ass there’s no other option it could be.

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

Majority of the time he will make sure to not cum inside you meaning hell either do it over your face or body, however once in awhile if you allow him he will not pass up the opportunity to cum inside you. When I say once in awhile, Uramichi will try and make it near enough every time that you allow him to cum inside, he just loves the idea of having the risk you could end up with having his children. (Russian roulette type beat/j) and a plus to him is that if he can cum in you it means less cleaning to do.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

Now I get a strong sense that this man really wants to try bondage with ropes especially, wether it be you that’s tied up or him he doesn’t care either way he really wants to try it. But he doesn’t want to scare you off by asking so he still hasn’t mentioned it and he doesn’t want you to start making fun off him about it💀 however you’ve had an inkling for awhile that he’s got something about being tied up.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

Now he may be 31 years of age but this man has never gone past kissing someone before he met you. You were his first and oh boy he had no clue what he was doing, mainly because he was nervous and couldn’t comprehend what was truly happening. He has watched his fair share of porn etc but when it came down to actually doing it himself he mind had become fog. Overtime though he’s come to learn what you like best and least and has took that into account and now it’s as if he’s been doing it for years.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Now he’ll most likely switch between a mating press or doggy style. The reasoning for mating press is it allows him to be more face to face to you and he can see your face during it which turns him on even more. And let’s be real he more than likely has a breeding kink. So mating press + breeding kink = heaven to him. Now the reason for doggy style is because he loves having your bare ass slam against him and watching it jiggle when he slaps it. He also loves leaving marks on your hips meaning doggy style makes that all the easier.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Uramichi is probably the type of be serious, he might laugh there and than every so often if something a bit funny happens but overall he’s pretty much serious and that’s just him.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Unshaven, however he will trim it if you ask him to, but seeing as he’s 31 I think he couldn’t care less about body hair as it’s normal and he just sees it as a waste of time to have to repeatedly shave.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

80% of the time he will be rough, releasing out all the pent up anger and frustration, but he still makes sure your ok. Although there will be them days where he just wants to be more romantic than rough and his whole demeanour will have flipped upside down and he’ll be acting all lovey dovey. Plus most definitely a switch.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

Nah, not really, if he’s in that type of mood and your not with him he’ll either wait or come meet you wherever you are so he can get relief.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Gagging, Breeding, Bondage, Dacryphilia, cockwarming

L: Length (how big they are)

He’s more girthy than long, he’s probably about 6 inches which is a good length all in all.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start whining at him for attention or if you raise your voice at him because oh boy that really does set off something in him when you raise your voice.

N: No (something they will not do)

Knife play or anything that could seriously harm you even by accidental.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers giving than receiving but once in awhile he’d just want you to be the one giving it to him and making him fall under your touch.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

He’s not necessarily fast but rather hard. By that I mean he will go full force into you where both yours skins slap against each other and where he will grunt a lot which oh boy is hot.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

Surprisingly he does them a lot seeing as he has work 6 days a week which really only leaves him with one day where it can just be you and him all day. So either he’ll do one in the morning or at night but it depends if he’s feeling too tired after work.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Now he’ll hate someone interrupting so he always makes sure you both do it where the chances of getting interrupted are reduced drastically, plus it’d be very embarrassing for someone to walk in. Usahara now always make sure to knock before making his grand entrance into his apartment. The risk of you getting pregnant kinda excites him in a way so you gotta watch out with this man.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

On an average he can last around 2-3 rounds but on a very good day it feels like it’s never ending, he just needs that motivation if you get me.

T: Toys (do they use them)

No. He’s never really been into them and they’ve never sparked his interest.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s quite fair to be honest, he makes sure you both equally get what you both want but there can be times he can be a tease when he’s in one of them type of moods.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Majority of the time he lets out grunts rather than moans, he gets embarrassed if he moans however after the time you told him you like it when does he doesn’t hold back anymore but like I said most of the time he grunts and breathes heavily.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

Like I said, more girthy than long.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It’s shockingly quite high, although it may not show when he’s near you expect him to be quite touchy most of the time waiting for you to get the signal. In simple terms he’s quite the horn dog.

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

I’ll say it straight. He goes to sleep incredibly fast, but he won’t before he makes sure your cleaned up and settled down!

Iketeru Daga

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

This boy will give you the best aftercare ever. You hungry? Ok he’ll go make something for you. You want to go for a drive? Ok he’ll take you for a drive. You want a shower/bath? Ok he’ll go prepare you one. You understand me now. He will double check your ok and cleaned up as best as possible. Will always make sure you’ve gone to the toilet afterwards and have had some water. Will fall asleep with you in his arms always whilst reading to you.

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite part of his body will be his hands, not only because they’re pleasing to the eye but because he knows his long fingers can make you come undone very quickly and easily and that gives him somewhat of a boost. His favourite part of your body to him will be your lips, he loves the feeling of them when he kisses you or when your kissing him anywhere (😏 /j)

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

He loves seeing his cum dripping down your face, the way it leaves a shine along your face just looks so pretty to him. So he prefers to cum over your face or in your mouth to where he can see it dripping down yourself. Don’t get me wrong he’d love to cum in you but he’s responsible and would rather wait until you both want a child so he doesn’t need to worry about getting you pregnant.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

He likes to be choked. Awhile back you had no clue until you accidentally did and that’s when the game got even more interesting. He really just overall loves seeing you in charge.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few girlfriends in the past but never gone as far as to do more than make out with them, he’s always said he’d save it for the when the right person comes along and he knows it the right person. But he very much does know what he’s doing, he knows how to make you feel good, he’s done plenty of research.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Reverse cowgirl. He absolutely loves you riding him and if it means reverse cowgirl it allows him to smack your ass and fondle it, also allows him to easily guide you with your hips. Damn he goes berserk when your in this position I tell you.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Do I even need to say? Of course he’s going to be goofy, the man laughs at dick jokes. However once he starts laughing that’s it, he won’t be able to stop for awhile, it’s honestly become uncontrollable.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Honestly, he leaves it down to you and what you prefer, he doesn’t mind if you prefer shaven or not either way he’ll go with what you like.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

Probably the slow but long stroke type of guy. He loves the way you start to become impatient and fidgety. He loves the look in your eyes when he’s facing you.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

He only will if he hasn’t seen you for a few days or hasn’t been able to do anything with you. He prefers doing it with you actually.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Choking, Food Play, Cockwarming, Spit, Praise

L: Length (how big they are)

Longer than girthy, he reaches about 7.5 inches, he can definitely reach the high spots.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start to praise him, especially with “good boy” that will get him going almost immediately, it just switches something on in his mind so very quickly.

N: No (something they will not do)

He’s willing to try most things as long as you feel safe and he feels safe and you both know to be careful and know how far to go with everything.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers receiving than giving, he just loves being able to watch you go down on him and struggle. But when you want some he will be more than happy to give.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

Life I previously said, he’s the type of guy that goes slow but he makes sure he’s hitting all the right spots that you like and that gets you going.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

He prefers to not have them but if it comes down to it and you really want one he will do so, but don’t expect it to become a regular thing.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Oh he’s scarred many peoples eyes and mind because he simply “forgot” to lock the door and close the curtains/blinds. Poor Uramichi as if he hadn’t enough going on. He doesn’t really want to risk getting you pregnant though, so he will use a condom.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

He can go for a straight 3 or more rounds, it normally stops when it’s you that can’t take anymore not the other way round, he always waits until you’ve had your pleasure before he’ll stop.

T: Toys (do they use them)

Now he’d never admit it, but before you two started being sexual he had quite the few toys. He most likely had a flashlight, tenga egg and a cock ring for example. Them type of ones.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s the fairest of them all, he’d make sure your getting what you need and than sort himself out, he’s never once been unfair to you.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Now…this mans a full on moaner and he has no shame about it. He honestly has that type of pretty moan too, where he whimpers at the same time and he will not look away either. Oh and if your the one sucking him off, be prepared because he can’t hold back at all, it’s honestly like heaven to him.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

As already said he’s quite long compared to others, he reaches about 7.5 inches.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Probably around average but if you get him going well-

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

Will not go to sleep no matter what before you, it always has to be you that falls asleep first before he can fall into a slumber. He always wants to know your safe. And plus if you’ve fallen asleep he will clean you up if you haven’t already, and will leave some water and paracetamol next to you for when you wake up and if he leaves before you in the morning or wakes up before you he’ll always leave a little note next to you too.

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yostresswritinggirl · 4 years

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Abandoned By The Altar

Part 1; When you were young.

A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young.

Pairings -> Diluc x Reader (Currently both young)

Word Count -> 3611

Themes -> Initial Fluff, don't be fooled by the title and summary, not yet at least lol-

Series -> #Bonafide Specials (100 followers event) Part 2

Warnings -> None, tooth-rotting adorkable fluff, this is part 1

The redness of his hair poked out like the moon in a blanketed, dark sky at the dead hours of the sky. His glaring flame of a hair starking in contrast against the sea of cecilias.

There were three knocks to the Winery that day and his father, renowned businessman, had greeted a new set of faces to their humble abode.

Diluc was but a mere child who had lived for eight years and he had exercised his mind to remember the people that had come and go. They were always regal in aura, high in stature, brimming with promises of riches. This occasion had the same weight, but with a lesser intensity with the politeness the merchant family carried.

As usual, business matter were talked about by the adults and Diluc, the young had no means to pry.

So when he finally stared at you, he was pleasantly surprised. Visitors were usually taller, more mature, and came there to talk about adult stuff... never had he met a child the same as he come with those that come talk about finances.

You slightly flinched back when your stares connected, from what he did not know why, but you carry the same shock and intrigue he felt. "H-Hello there!" Crepus ghosted a look at the two children with a wistful and amused look, softening at the sight. His sole child had always been demure and the distance from Mondstadt had kept him away from opportunities of friendship, so when your parents revealed you as their tag-along to their business proposal, he thought it was too good a coincidence to pass. He, however, didn't expect Diluc to be the first to talk.

"Hi, hi!" You bounded up to him as if barreling, your initial nerves dominated by childlike wonder as your eyes darted over him, so fast even that he doesn't know where they had already gone. "Your- your hair, eyes! So pretty!" You placed your hands on his shoulders enthusiastically, missing a distant horrified gasp and a slight shush. "Like, like... fire tornadoes!"

"Fire tornadoes...?" Diluc asked warily and you vigorously explained how the wildness of his hair carried the chaos of tornadoes that had caught a raging flame in its razor winds.

You had always been an eccentric child, your mother reasoned with the older Ragnvindr but earned a hearty chuckle. No harm done, he assured as he can't seem to take his eyes off the two of you, even tho his business was right in front of him.

After proper introductions between the two children, and a promise of a longer talk, your supposed quick visit somehow made its way to dinner.

The many servants of the Winery had caught wind of the sudden changes in the itinerary and they were quick to adapt on the preparations of dinner. In the backdoors of kitchens and maid halls there were surprising chatter that accompanied them as they work. "Young Master Diluc and the merchant's little girl seems to be getting along quite well," the nanny and the other maids started the gossip with fervor at the intriguing news. "It's greatly the reason why Master Crepus had entertained them this long, the gardener caught wind of how amused he is just watching the two interact." When the banquet table was completed before the diners had arrived, a lot of the servants hid behind the cracks of the doors to watch the spectacle for themselves, to guarantee if the rumor that spread like wildfire was true and not some hallucination.

There was a quiet series of gasps and 'aw's when the main door opened to reveal the owners of the house and its current honored guests. The towering adults parted to display you clutching to Diluc's sleeve as he guided you to extra long table, a display that you seem to not be used to based on their observations as you felt lost on which large seat to take.

And the young master thought of this as the perfect opportunity to show off the things he had learned in his sessions of proper etiquette. Locating the nearest seat, Diluc pulled the chair out and gestured you to take a seat before gently pushing it back under the table. Satisfied with the distance, he made his way opposite of you as a sign of respect for his guest.

Crepus, your mother and father watched in amusement... as you two took your seats at the other end of the table farthest from them. But they paid no mind to call you two over when they saw how engrossed you are over your own conversation.

The chatter that night was boisterous and lively on all parties, for besides business and wine, all had talked with the atmosphere of good friends.

And dinner turned into a promise of a sleepover, how generous of the Ragnvindr family. The master of the house simply reasoned that Mondstadt was still a distance from the Winery, and it was too dangerous to travel at this time of night. But the servants knew more than they had let on, for they too felt the somberness in the eyes of Diluc when your parents announced your need to departure.

At this point, this whole visit was now held up by the fact that it was their young master's opportune time for a play date.

The whole day you two had been inseparable. Either being connected physically or just naturally stuck to each other's side through and through. Despite his innate nature to be a recluse or lack of communication among his age group, Diluc find himself not at all minding the way you stuck close to him like this.

When everyone else had departed, you and Diluc were still wide awake in the parlor in front of the blazing fireplace, your hands buried in his wild hair as you talked about your travels before coming to Mond. The young man hums as replies with his eyes closed, concentrated on the way you weave your hands through his fiery locks as you made tiny braids here and there.

Once Crepus had finished tonight's negotiation and seek out his own child (of which was missing from his room) he happened upon the two of you coddled up between a fort of pillows and blankets. The fireplace long been extinguished as the children slumbered.

You were noble not by blood, but by high commerce. Your parents had been travelling all over the continent to procure business opportunities and partnerships, and their duo of both financial prowess and economic behavior mastery had earned them a place in high society and funding. Noble merchants who had found themselves in the city of freedom with their sole child in tow.

The true goal was to establish at least one commerce ports and business services in EVERY nation in Teyvat, and that requires a lot of scouting and connections to do so.

Because of the constant move, you had seen A LOT and met quite a thousand of people in every walks of life. At your young age you barely remember them all truly but the loneliness within you was not something that can easily be quenched, as travelling meant leaving everyone behind for an indefinite time.

Diluc was a one of a kind boy, most probably because you had yet to step foot in the land of the Pyro Archon, but his red hair intrigued you to wit's end. It was reminiscent of a campfire that protects you from the cold of the night, the last hues of sunset in the horizon over the cliffs of your expedition, the sweet taste of fresh strawberries hand picked from the Inazuman plantations.

So at the news of settling down for a few years in Mondstadt reached your ears, unadulterated tears of pure happiness flowed out of your eyes so shockingly that you didn't even notice them immediately.

Not until you felt small hands cup your cheeks, its thumbs fervently swiping at the wetness. Your wide eyes met Diluc's worried ones and he asked if you're alright with a gentleness you've never heard from him. You grinned, "We can play again tomorrow, Diluc!"

And the three adults in the distance sighed in great relief as your mood lifted.

You cupped back Diluc's cheeks to reciprocate and gasped in overdramatic wonder at how soft and squishy they were, squealing, and then tackling him back into the soft beds of Cecilias.

"They've really become quite close ever since we touched Mondstadt," Crepus smiled behind his cup of tea and reveling himself with the warmth it brought to his throat.

"Honestly, our daughter needs to learn manners after him. She's always been so rowdy, I was scared the young master would have run away from her brashness," your mother quipped in before picking up her own cup to savor.

Crepus shared a glance with your father as they both found their gaze back to the both of you. "Practically inseparable," they hum, "I'd say we might as well seal them together to make sure our bloodlines prosper."

Your mother choked. "Are you implying- Diluc and (Y/N)?!" At the mention of your names, you and your companion turned your heads to the adults. "An arranged marriage? At such an early age too!"

"What's an arranged marriage?" The children spat out at the same time, informing the older people of the audience they had brought upon themselves. Crepus smiles warmly at the sight of your tiny arms wrapped around Diluc's shoulder as the redhead holds a Cecilia in place by your ear.

"It's a serious promise," the Ragnvindr started, "it makes sure that both of the people stays together forever their whole lives. After a grand ceremony." Diluc knew when his father talked about serious business and that's when he usually pays attention to his words, even if majority of the time it's something he barely understands.

But the thought of being able to be with each other together forever, the young boy slowly turned his head to face you, which urged you to look at him too. There was the same color of his hair splattered at his cheeks, but his gaze on you was wide and wondrous, as if asking a silent question, "I would love to be with Diluc forever! How about you, Diluc? Do you, do you?"

"I-I do! Yes!" The young redhead tried to match your enthusiasm as the older men chuckled, your mother silently dying at the predicament.

"Then that settles it!" Crepus mused, "Even tho I didn't expect my son to be the one getting proposed on."

April 29th, the day before Diluc's 9th birthday, the first birthday of his that you would be in attendance.

The servants of the house had been busy preparing for the grand event for days now, and tasks were more than piled up on the day before the true date. Hence why you'd find yourself playing with Diluc outside of the mansion without adult supervision. Your parents had helped in organizing the party with Diluc's father, as it also doubles as an opportunistic moment of meeting nobles and honorable businessmen all over Teyvat.

"Are you excited for tomorrow, Dilu? Just imagine the towering cake, so many food, and toys!" You two were passing by the grapevines of the winery, fascinated by the shining grapes under the direct gaze of the sun.

"Mmm, there would be a lot of people tho, lots of talking and talking," you plucked a healthy looking grape from the vine before you finally looked at your companion, finding a cute little pout between his smooth and chubby cheeks. "You know I'm not good around many people."

You cooed at the confession, indulging momentarily by patting his cheek (Diluc raised an eyebrow at your weird obsession over them) before patting his shoulder, "Well, well, as your fi- financee?" Fiancée, he corrected. "Yeah that! I'll be right by your side, if you need help, I'll be right there!"

When you saw him relax under your enthusiastic grin, you patted yourself on the back before expertly throwing the lone grape into your mouth. And crunched.

"Well, I guess you're much better with people- are you okay?"

The sourness. The undeniably waxy peel. Your teeth colliding with the core seed. Diluc watched your face contort from surprise to disgust to pure horror as you frantically whip your head from side to side in search of something, yet finding nothing you slightly bow your head.

"(Y/N), hey, what's wrong-" he reached his hand out and under to cup your jaw and raise your face to meet his, but in a manner of time seemingly slowing down, these events happened: you opened your mouth to discard the disgusting grape to the ground when in some funny coincidence, Diluc's open hand reached out under your chin, the wet and slimey prune of a grape plopping on his palm spot-on with a sound of disgust escaping you.

When you'd open your eyes, you gasped at the sight before you. Whipping your head up, you've seen the most horrified look Diluc had ever worn as he stared straight at his hand, barely moving and breathing.

When one of the maids finally caught sight of the two children, she'd found you crying in distress as you wailed 'I broke Diluc, I broke him!' while the boy himself stood and looked just the same as you'd seen him last, still staring at the disgusting grape in his hand.

The festivities started the next day with you not by his side.

Guests were already swarming in given that the night has started its period. Crepus made sure that all of the preparations are in accordance with the party, yet he knew just how distressed and frantic his son has been acting, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

He kneels in front of Diluc, finally getting his frenzied stares to settle on him. He offers a reassuring smile. "Are you looking for her?" Diluc was bashful in being caught but nodded regardless, earning a chuckle and a hand ruffling his hair. "Don't worry, she will come."

"But what if she doesn't?" His stubborn nerves replied still with uncertainty.

"You two promised to be together, no grape can easily break that," at the mention of the incident, his son gagged and whined at the reminder, causing another robust chuckle form in his throat. When Crepus has heard of the 'incident' that transpired yesterday, he had to stop himself from wheezing to comfort his own son.

At the better reminder Diluc found himself smiling again brought upon his faith on you and Crepus sighed in relief. That was when they heard a familiar voice shout from the distance.

Your little form broke through the crowd that had obscured your form, dressed up in a simple red chiffon dress and a massive white bow that holds as a belt. Crepus stepped to the side so you could approach the birthday boy yourself, presenting the red box in your hand with a trembling grip, you stood with nerve-wracking composure they've never seen you don before. "H-Happy birthday, Diluc! I uhm I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, I really am! So I- so I bought you some gloves, so you'll never have to worry about your hands next time."

Crepus quirked an amused eyebrow at the 'next time' as he watches his son take upon the gift and opening it immediately, inside was a simple pair of white gloves with gold lines across its back and a pop button to keep it in place. When he fitted it, it was just the right size and fit his normal attire perfectly.

You watched him warily when you finally met eyes, opening your mouth to ask if he had liked it— when you were suddenly met by a hug, his fluffed up hair almost covering half of your hair. "Thank you, I like it. But you're late..." you laughed in relief as you squeezed him so tight, saying you were sorry with a giggle.

Diluc's father then watched on with a smile as the two of you held hands, disappearing in the sea of guests to mingle and admire the decorations they had put on for his birthday. At least, this time, he didn't have to worry that his son felt alone.

Your reckless imprudence and its adverse karma took a lot longer to manifest than anyone had expected. But it came with a paradoxical event both good and evil when you and Diluc were aged 10.

It was a rare occasion that it was Diluc who was visiting you (instead of the other way around) in Mondstadt's walled city. His father had the tavern to tend to that day and had entrusted Diluc's presence to you, the one who had been roaming the city for about two years now.

In your excitement and his cluelessness, you dragged your friend around the city for an impromptu tour guide. The cathedral, the statue, the HQ of Ordo Favonius; you exhausted him all the way as you somehow managed to find your way past the bridge and into the lush greenery of the outside of the walled city. He needed a breather, and you found the fresh air and quiet to be just the perfect spot.

The sound of rushing water in the distance helped as white noise for your relaxation, as you both stared up in the clear sky together, occasionally pointing at objectified clouds. At some point, Diluc had closed his eyes when the faint breeze urged him to rest more and he gave in just as easily.

The sound of your light musings grounded him just the same, together with the flowing stream and the distant pitter patter against the grass... pitter patter?

"DILUC, WATCH OUT-!" A force came bouldering against his side as he cried out in pain and shock, barreling against the grassland as he unceremoniously tumbles with the perpetrator. He snapped his eyes wide open and sat up quickly to look at what had come to your area—

And you laid there next to him, remnants of frost littering your clothes and climbing up your skin. As Diluc gathered you up in his arms, he felt the sting of the cold as he pulled your trembling form against his chest. At his peripheral he distinguished a few cryo slimes a few feet away, where he sees the dent on the grass he once laid on just moments prior.

"(Y/N)- (Y/N)! No, nonono stay with me, you're okay, please tell me you are," his body wracked in suppressed sobs as you desperately clung to his warmth. Your eyes were squeezed shut in pain as your teeth clatter and whimper from frostbite. He squeezed and pulled you closer up to his chest, desperately hoping the ice would melt before it engulfed you whole.

His gloved hands gripped at your back when he locked eyes with the slimes, watching them slowly advance to the both of you and he watched helplessly without any weapon at his arsenal to protect you two.

For the first time in his life, Diluc felt utterly useless and helpless at the face of looming death. And he prayed with eyes shut, to any Gods that spared him an ear, to give them divine intervention to help you two. To pray that there was something he can do, to pray that if only he was stronger—

And his world turned red around him.

Frost melted.

Grass charred.

Slimes dissipated.

In front of him a Vision was born.

...

A year and a half after that ordeal, you find yourself in the dimly lit hallways of Dawn Winery.

Diluc had expressed his intention to join the Knights of Favonius a day after he received his Vision, with a resolve you've never seen him wear before. He looked at you with longing yet courage of another promise, when you came to the same day. Ever since then, your visits became scarce and your play time had lessened, as you were left to watch him train in every hour of his day with either his father or one of the adept guards of the Winery.

You've never thought you'd wish to be able to wield a sword greatly to par that of a knight, if only to be trusted enough to wield the weapon against him in the guise of training. Ever since that incident everyone had treated you with utmost care and gentleness, even your dearest friend who had always gone along with your reckless spurs of action.

Today you were hoping to catch him on a day off from his sessions but it seems awfully quiet this time around and you were left to ponder with your thoughts as no one came to aid you with answers. You would press your ear against the numerous doors, linger to hear anyone, and then moved on to another if you come out empty-handed.

You were on your way to the last door of the hallway when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You whipped your head in the thought that you had found your person of interest—

"What are you doing here?" But instead of the fiery red you were seeking for, you met a cold blue gaze that carried hidden hostility and confusion. You blinked at him as he did at you, an agonizing second passing with silence, and he opens his mouth once more to ask.

"I like your eyepatch!"

Somehow, you seem to have a knack on making people stutter on your first meetings.

Kaeya was no exception.

I didn't expect this to end with a cliffhanger holy shit, I loved writing this so much but I got caught up with so many other works and— it just became too long to continue...

Part 2 tomorrow midnight once again!

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years

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Trust Issues:

Trigger Warnings: Lil bit of /implied/ Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fighting, Swearing, Blood, basically everything that makes the Peaky Blinders the Peaky Blinders.

Word Count: A lot...5,447 (I’ll be adding it to the masterlist under requested fics because it’s long as hell lmao)

Characters: Finn Shelby x Female!Reader

Request: “Hey can you make one with Finn where they dating for some time but the Shelby family doesn't know much about her/her family so they don't trust her but them she receves a black hand and Luca goes after her trying to get her to betray the family and she pretends to agree just to tell them a Luca is up to and just how her relashionship becomes better with then and how Finn just love her more and more. angst/fluff maybe smut idk”

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Y/N worries Finn’s family won’t trust her, but she gains it in an unexpected way.

“I’ve told you a hundred times Finn, your family doesn’t like me! It’s no secret.” Y/N stated, pacing around her room that Finn ventured to almost every night.

“They do too! They’re just...horrible at trusting people really. That’s all.” He said, stopping her from frantically pacing by placing his arms around her when she got close to him.

“Let me go!” She yelled, giggling as he picked her up and placed her on the bed.

He hovered over her like so many nights before, kissing her neck as she whimpered quietly in her barren apartment. His hands trailing down to her hips as she pulled him closer, their movements slowly breaking her out of her worries.

“When you-“ Y/N began, but was interrupted by Finn kissing her passionately.

“Stop worrying. We’re seeing them tomorrow whether you want to or not. They know how important you are to me, they just haven’t gotten to know you that well yet.” He said, continuing his actions as she moaned into his lips as his hands traveled further down.

Later that night, they lied there tangled in each other’s arms. Breathing ragged as they came down from their high.

“Can you believe we’ve been dating for a year, love?” He asked, looking up at the aging ceiling.

“Dating in secret for 6 months, dating in public for the other 6, it doesn’t feel like a year.” She said tersely.

Finn sighed as she spoke, preparing himself for another mini-lecture.

“My family can be a bit much Y/N, I’m sorry I kept you a secret from them for so long. There’s just...a lot of things about them that are-“ He started before Y/N interrupted him.

“Dangerous. I know.” She said sighing as she cuddled into his chest.

“Yeah. You’re not on their bad side, but it’s easy to get there, so I just wanted to keep you safe. Those 6 months were some of the scariest of my life so far. I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

She turned to him, not saying a word as she looked into his eyes. They were so bright and full of hope despite the things he’s seen, making her wonder how long it would be until they turned cold and sinister like his brothers.

“I love you, Finn. I really do.” She said, pecking him on the lips before lying back down to sleep.

“I know.” He said, settling down beside her, hoping tomorrow would go well.

The next morning, the mail man came by dropping off various letters, waking them from their slumber as he banged on the door.

Finn shot up, looking to see Y/N still asleep as he went to see who it was.

He grabbed his hand gun after he put on his pants, and quietly walked to the door.

“Hello sir! Good morning. Here’s the mail for Miss Y/L/N.” He said cheerfully.

“Thank you.” He said, his nerves calming as he tucked the gun in his pocket, out of sight of the man.

As he waved the man off and closed the door, he heard his girlfriend’s footsteps lightly coming down the stairs.

“Finn? Who was that? Is everything okay?” She asked, pulling her robe around her nude body tightly.

“Yeah, just the mail.” He said, running his hands through the mass of hair on his head. He hadn’t told her the terrible news yet, but he figured bringing her to the family meeting would suffice.

He watched as she rummaged through various letters from her loved ones in London, knowing she’d probably spend hours writing back as she missed them terribly. Her job at a children’s charity office had forced her to move out to Small Heath after all.

As he watched, he saw her pick up a small letter that had intricate writing on it.

Y/N’s brow furrowed as she didn’t recognize the persons handwriting.

And when she opened it, she only grew more confused as she stared at the black handprint stamped on the white paper.

“What’s this?” She asked, raising it up to him. He crossed the room in a flash and tugged the letter from her hand.

“We have to go.” He said quickly, angrily.

“Finn, wait! We have to get dressed are you mad?!” She yelled, panicking internally.

Finn stopped near the front door and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, realizing he almost went to a family meeting half dressed, and leaving his girlfriend to meet them in a robe.

“Right. Ok, we have to be quick. C’mon.” He said leading her back upstairs so they could change.

Once done, they ran down the stairs, Y/N grabbing the letter and shoving it in her pocket as they went out the door.

Meanwhile at the shop, Tommy paced and checked his pocket watch as the family waited for Finn, knowing he’d probably bring his girlfriend in with him.

“So you’re telling me this fucking black hand is from the Changretta’s, Tom?” John asked, his face flushing with anger as he slammed the letter on his desk.

“Yes. They’re here and they’re taunting us. But I can’t talk about that until everyone’s here alright?”

“Oi he’s probably just fucking his, girlfriend they’ll be here soon. She has no ties to us besides Finn. They wouldn’t go after him or her, he’s not as involved.” Arthur said.

“Not yet. I know how he works. He’s going to try to run this family into the ground if we let him.” Tommy said, lighting a cigarette as the shop doors flew open, Finn practically dragging Y/N through the lobby and into the room.

“What the fuck is this Tommy! Why’s he coming for her eh?” He said grabbing the letter from her hand roughly and tossing it on his desk.

“Finn, Y/N...nice of you to join us. Everyone sit down.” He said walking in front of his desk and leaning against it.

“Why is he coming for her? Can we trust her?” Linda asked, earning a cold look from Finn.

“Shut it Linda. Yes you can trust her for gods sake, leave the poor girl alone.” Ada said.

“Since I got this letter personally may I speak? Or do I have to be pregnant or married to one of you to do so?” Y/N remarked snidely, annoyed at Linda’s assumptions. Polly smirked as she sipped her tea nervously. Tommy raised an eyebrow and nodded for her to continue, not expecting her to join in on things so quickly.

The room fell silent as she clutched Finns hand nervously.

“I know I’m not liked around here. You have no reason to like me and I’m not going to beg for anyone’s approval, but I want you to know you can trust me. I love Finn, and I’d never put him and your family in harms way, and to my knowledge he wouldn’t do so either. I can’t even begin to tell you how I got that letter, but before you call me out again, Linda. I’d like to ease some of your all’s suspicions.” She said, shifting in her seat.

“I’ve met you all a fair amount of times in the last 6 months. During that time I’ve had to readjust to a new job and move away from my family who are in London, and they have no ties to whatever the hell’s going on, therefore they don’t have ties to me either. I swear you can trust me.” She said, feeling her heart rate sky rocketing.

“Do you know about Luca Changretta?” Tommy asked, rubbing a cigarette along his lip before lighting it and taking a drag.

“No. I’ve never heard that name in my life.” She stated.

“Well, I’ve called you all here today because that is one of the men who sent us all black hands. Everyone got one, and that means he knows where we live, he most likely knows where we are at all times.” Tommy said.

“I’m going to have eyes on you until this is over, but I need you all to promise me something.” He said, putting out his cigarette in the tray on his desk.

“Promise what Thomas?” Polly asked, putting her tea down and crossing her arms.

“If you see anything suspicious, you tell me. I don’t care if it’s a false alarm, you tell me and don’t mutter any of this to a single soul.” He said, glaring at everyone as they sat before him.

“John, Arthur, Finn, Isiah. Get ready, grab your guns and your caps. Ladies you stay here, only go out for break. Polly, keep the legal business running, we can’t have someone slipping under our noses.” He said checking his bullets and putting on his coat.

“Will you be setting men up at our houses?” Esme asked.

“Yes. Mine too, don’t worry they’ve been briefed already.” He said, walking out the door.

Finn stood up reluctantly and pulled Y/N in for a hug and she placed a quick peck on his lips before he left, putting his cap on his head and grabbing a gun.

“Now, we have to work ladies. Y/N you’re staying here. You’ll have to call in today.” Polly said, grabbing papers off Tommy’s desk.

“Okay. I can help if needed, I’ve done secretary work before.” She said.

Polly looked at her for a moment and studied her before answering.

“Alright, there’s a desk near mine that’s been empty, I think the poor girl quit but hasn’t handed in her letter of resignation. You’ll take her desk for today, I’ll give you papers to sign with the company name.” She ordered.

“Okay, thank you Polly.” Y/N said quietly, sitting down at the rather large desk. The girl must’ve quit because the desk was empty and she found no personal items there, not even a photograph.

Polly came strolling over with a handful of documents pointing at the various places to sign and explaining some of the forms to her.

“Thank you, Polly.” She said giving her a small smile.

Y/N began signing, using it as a way to take her mind off of Finn and his brothers whereabouts.

Polly and Ada discussed some other work, and Linda filed some papers while Esme typed documents up, they all worked together nicely but there was a visible underlying tension between them and Linda. And if Y/N had a bad list, she knew she was first on it.

She sighed as she blew through the papers, yearning for a break and deciding to call in for the day at her regular job.

“Hello this is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m calling in today, I have some personal matters to attend to.....alright....thank you Mrs. Johnson. I’ll be in tomorrow....goodbye.” She said, hearing the disappointment in her bosses voice as she spoke.

“Did you call in?” Polly asked, overhearing your phone call.

“Yes. My boss wasn’t too happy but it’s not something I can control really.” She said.

“Next time I wouldn’t deal in absolutes my dear.” Polly said, combing through papers.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, finishing the forms on her desk.

“I know we haven’t known you for long but one thing you should know about the Shelby’s my dear is that we try not to make promises or make definite plans with others.” She said.

“So you’re saying I probably won’t be coming into work tomorrow either?” Y/N asked, anxiety filling her mind as she thought of Finn being hurt.

“Yes. You never know with this fucking family.” She said lighting a cigarette.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said, excusing herself as she went towards the front door.

“Where are you going?” Polly asked.

“I just need some space. I’ll be right outside.” She said, she was about to promise that too but she heeded Polly’s words. They made sense but she couldn’t shake the sense of dread out of her bones.

As she leant against the cold brick building, she heard the door open as Ada walked out and stood near her.

“Did you come out here to see if I was lying?” Y/N asked.

“That and I wanted to apologize for Linda. She’s...difficult.” She said, lighting a cigarette for herself.

Y/N scoffed and lit one of her own, looking around nervously, scanning the streets for anything suspicious.

“They wouldn’t hang out right near the shop unless they want to be shot on sight.” Ada said.

“Can’t risk anything though eh?” Y/N said, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Ava smirked and nodded as she looked out at the dark, black-tinged buildings in front of them.

“We do like you, you know...we just can’t trust people very often in this business.” She said, looking at Y/N.

Y/N smiled as she stared at the brunette Shelby, her eyes less scarred by everything, kind of like Finn’s.

“Finn said that too. I’m relieved to hear that, I know it’s not easy welcoming in new people.” She said.

Ada nodded and patted Y/N’s shoulder before going back inside, leaving her out in the open.

Suddenly, a man walked near her looking just slightly out of place against the tattered clothes of the townspeople. He was tall, lean, and had a black hat on, making her tense up as he drew closer.

“Hello miss. Ya know where I can find a bar ‘round here?” He asked, looking around him quickly as he spoke, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth on the verge of falling with each word.

“No, sorry sir. Have a good day.” She said glancing at the tattoo on his neck.

“You work here?” He asked, walking closer to her.

She backed up until her back hit the wall, leaving her nowhere to go.

“No. May I ask your name? Not many men stop me on the streets and I’d like to know.” She asked, her heart racing as she tried to remain calm.

“You don’t belong on the streets sweetheart. You could join me though, I have some business I’m taking care of here, but when I’m done I can help you ya know.” He said leaning his palm against the wall, he was so close she could smell his cologne.

“That sounds suspicious you know. I’m not stupid.” She said, trying to walk towards the door of a nearby unmarked building, trying to get him away from the entrance to the shop.

He grabbed her wrist tightly as she went to yell, clasping his hand hard over her mouth and nose with a wet cloth. One whiff of the stuff and she was out, blackness overtaking her vision.

When she woke up she was in an alley, her clothes were ripped and her hands were tied to a pipe along a brick wall.

“What did you do to me?” She asked, scared of the answer.

“Nothing sweetheart, just wanted to take you somewhere more quiet, you seemed like a rowdy one.” He said, closing in around her and cutting her hands loose.

“Now, I’m going to ask you a question again. You have to answer honestly or I’ll take you right here in this alley.” He said.

“Okay.” She said sternly, trying to calm her nerves.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“I asked you that earlier but you never told me.” She spat as he gripped her wrists tightly.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” She said.

“I thought so. Mr. Shelby really needs to beef up his security around there don’t ya think?” He asked.

“Yes.” She said as he chuckled.

“You didn’t answer my question you know.” She stated, looking at his gun in its holster.

“Oh my bad sunshine. The names Luca. Luca Changretta. Wish we coulda met under better circumstances. I didn’t know Finn had such a fine woman.” He said.

“How do you know me?” She asked.

“I know all my enemies names. Ya gotta keep em’ closer than ya friends, you know the saying.” He said.

“I know you’re scared, but I just have one proposition for ya.” He continued, his eyes boring a hole into hers.

“What is it? To join your shitty hat club?” She asked, annoyed she got into this situation.

“Now that wasn’t nice miss Y/L/N. I’ll have to get ya for that one. Such a shame.” He said, flicking his switchblade out with one hand and gripping both your wrists with the other.

“If ya scream I’ll end ya.” He said. She blinked back tears as she forced her mouth shut, bracing for the pain of the blades edge coming for her face.

“You tend to run that pretty mouth of yours so let me help you with that.” He said inching the blade closer to her lips. She breathed heavily through her nose as she thought of anything to get her out of this situation.

She quickly brought her knee up, hitting him in the groin and making him groan in pain as he moved away from her, allowing her to run a couple of feet ahead of him.

“You can’t out-run a gun sweetheart.” He said, standing there with a pained look on his face as he clicked the gun, the bullets ready to fire in a split second.

“Walk back here and listen to my plan princess. I’ll let you go home after we talk.” He said.

Shaking, she reluctantly walked back to him, the alley feeling as if it was closing in on her every second.

“What?” She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You’re going to help me. I’m gonna send my men to Tommy’s warehouse and you’re gonna tell Tommy to meet them there with his brothers in tow...and you’re gonna blow it up. We’ve planted the bombs but you’ll push the button.” He said, a evil smirk hinting at his lips.

“You’re mad.” She said, attempting to walk away from him before he slammed her to the wall, cutting her cheek with the switchblade in the process.

“If you stand me up or tell them about the bombs, I’ll kill ya, and then I’ll kill your little boyfriend. I’m already after the rest of them. You can’t beat me sweetheart, I’ve been tracking you and Finn for days.” He said.

She touched her cheek silently as she cried, nodding along with his words as he brought her in for a hug.

“Good girl. Now, go home or back to whatever you were doing. Don’t forget ya job later, be at the wear house at 7.” He said before walking off.

Y/N smirked as the blood ran down her cheek. He wasn’t that smart, and it was the perfect way to earn the Shelby’s trust, now that their lives depended on it.

She glanced at her watch and realized she’d been out for longer than she should’ve. Knowing Tommy and the family would probably kill her themselves once she got back.

As she walked through the alley she realized she was right down the street.

“Stupid bastard, couldn’t even take me to a discreet location.” She scoffed, walking quickly to the doors and going in, walking straight to Tommy’s office. She could hear Finn yelling and Polly arguing with Ada, and the rest of the family quarreling back and forth as she walked in, not bothering to knock.

Everyone stopped to look at her as she walked straight to Finn, tears welling up in her eyes as he pulled her into his arms.

“Where the hell did you go love? You know he told you to stay here...” he said as she cried into his shirt.

“I know. I only went outside the shop. I’m sorry.” She said wiping the blood off her face with her hand and wincing at the cut.

“Where’d you get cut then aye? You weren’t at the shop when we got back. Fucking explain that Y/N.” Tommy said walking over to her as she sat down.

“That’s why I came back here. I was just getting some air outside, Polly and Ada both know that. Then a man came up to me, asking me if I worked there and if I knew where the bar was. I said no of course. Then as I tried to head the opposite way, just to lead him away from the shop, he fucking grabbed me...” She said, struggling to catch her breath as tears streamed down her face. Finn knelt beside her, holding her hand.

“That’s not all. Who was it?” Tommy demanded, the others stood around, tension in their features as they waited for her to speak.

“Luca Changretta.” She said, Finn’s eyes went dark, a look of anger settling over his features.

Tommy and Finn got up quickly, Tommy checking the guns and Finn pulling on his cap. Meanwhile John and Arthur gathered their machine guns.

“Wait! Please...” Y/N yelled, making them all stop and turn to her.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go. He-he told me he’d kill me if I told you about his plans but I don’t fucking care. If there’s a time to trust me then it’s right now because if you go after him you’ll all die.” She said, sitting back in the chair as she felt faint.

“What are you talking about Y/N?” Finn said, checking his gun as he stood near her.

“He said that he wanted me to meet him at the wear house at 7, that’s where you all were going, correct?” She asked, looking at Tommy.

“Yes.” He said.

“Don’t fucking go. He wanted me to be the one to push the button. Tommy he’s laced the warehouse with bombs. He wanted me to betray Finn. He wanted me to betray your family, but I couldn’t do it. I-“ she said, tears streaming down her face once again as Finn knelt down and pulled her into him, resting his head atop hers.

“What do we do then aye Tom?” John asked. His trigger finger growing impatient as he clutched the gun in his hands.

“We wait him out. When he sees we’re not there he’ll go after her, but he’ll come here. If he was confident enough to come here in broad daylight he’ll come here at night in a heartbeat. We’re waiting him out.” He said.

“Polly, Ada, Y/N, Linda, Esme. You go to the room in there, close the blinds.” He said, pointing to the door in his office that led to a smaller area where Lizzie usually worked. Luckily she was at home with the children, so she wouldn’t have to deal with the chaos.

The women went into the office and sat in various seats, closing the door behind them and waited quietly, all except Y/N.

“Did you hear what I said?” Tommy asked, his voice thick with anger.

“Yes. But I have a feeling he wants to see me, maybe I can-“ She started to say before Finn took her hand and led her to the office.

“You’re not staying out here. The Changretta’s take their plans seriously and he’ll be pissed when he finds out you betrayed him. Stay in there until it’s clear.” He said giving her a long hug and brushing his hand lightly over her cut.

“We’ll get them, I-“ He started to say before she cut him off with a kiss.

“Don’t promise anything. Just go.” She said, going into the office and shutting the door behind her.

Polly quietly gave her a hand gun as she came in, putting a finger to her lips as she did so.

“I’ve never shot one what are you doing?” Y/N asked.

“You may need it. Just point and shoot.” She said.

“Why me?” She asked, her hands shaking as she held the foreign object.

“You just helped the family. We trust you, and consider this your first day.” Polly said.

“Wait I still work-“ she started, Polly cutting her off.

“I’ve made arrangements for you. You’re safer with us. Besides...” she said lighting a cigarette.

“We pay better than those blokes at the charity office.” She said.

“You called my boss? When I left?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. Now do you accept or not?” She asked, finally looking at Y/N with a look more so of approval than suspicion.

“I will if we make it out of this alive.” Y/N said. Checking her watch to see the clock ticking down to 7pm.

“Finn.” Tommy said, pulling his little brother close to him.

“You’ll be answering the door. Don’t say a word, just lead them here in my office.” He said.

John, Arthur, and Isiah stood at varying points around the room, guns ready to ambush them if needed.

Tommy checked his machine gun as he saw Polly closing the blinds and shutting the lights of.

“Isiah turn the rest of the lights off in the shop, I only want mine on.” He said and Isiah stepped out to do as told, coming back a few minutes later and deciding to help protect Polly and then from inside the small office.

Finn looked anxiously at the clock as he stood near the front door. It was 15 past 7, and knowing the Changretta’s, they rented the fastest cars they could manage to get there.

A loud knock sounded on the door not long after, causing Tommy to look up from his pocket watch, a feeling washing over him similar to the moment right before The Battle of the Somme.

“Hello Finn. Show me and my men where Tommy is and this whole thing can be over. I promise you that.” He said. Finn just looked at him and led him to his office acting as if only Tommy was there.

He knocked twice waiting for his answer.

“Tommy, Mr. Changretta is here.” He said, waiting for his response.

“Send him in.” Tommy said. Finn came in and quickly stood in front of the door where the women were, reaching for the gun in his coat.

Luca and 3 men walked in, looking Arthur and John up and down as they sized everyone up with their eyes. His lips curling into a sinister smile as the toothpick stuck out of his mouth.

“I have a bone to pick with Finn’s girlfriend. She stood me up...broke my heart really. I could’ve made her night if she woulda let me.” He said, watching as Finn’s face turned into a mask of anger. He’d never been one to keep his facial expressions in check.

“I’m sorry that happened, we were none the wiser, we were going to the warehouse just now.” Tommy said, staring blankly.

“If you didn’t know about her then you would’ve been at the warehouse like we planned.” Luca said.

“Correct. But she didn’t return. We don’t know where she’s gone so that pushed us back.” He lied.

“She’s as smart as she is beautiful, and I told her to go home but I know she came here. I’ll kill her, you’ll see.” He said, walking towards the door to go look around.

“Why else are you here Changretta? You could be out finding Y/N yourself but instead you’re here. My brothers and I were just about to go deal with this business before heading home.” He said, John yawned as if on cue as he rocked back on his heels impatiently.

“If you’re not going to tell me then I’ll have to find her myself.” He said stepping towards Finn.

“Aren’t you here because you wanted to kill the family? Not just Y/N? You served us all a black hand after all.” Finn questioned, pointing his gun at Luca’s chest.

He smirked and turned towards Tommy as he nodded at his men, clearly not afraid of Finn’s gun. The three men lunged for Arthur as John cocked his gun, aiming at one of the men and shooting him in the head.

Tommy went towards one of the others who almost tackled John as Luca taunted Finn against the door.

Arthur tackled the first man down, wrestling the gun out of his hand as a bullet grazed his shoulder, Linda silently cringed in the other room at the sound of her husband in pain.

“You really thought you could take us down?” Finn yelled over the noise, shoving Luca back with the gun.

“I can, and you’ll be glad you’re dead if I tell you what I’d do to her-“ He started to say before Finn landed a punch to his face, sending him back a couple feet.

“You talk too much.” He said, going towards Luca again.

Luca smirked as Finn looked to the side briefly to see Tommy pulling a gun at the man he’d tackled. With one shot the second man was down, leaving John wrestling down the last one.

Tommy quickly ran to where Finn was and hit Luca in the back of the head with the butt of his gun, causing him to fall back against his desk, blood dotting various papers as he fell.

“Finn, go help John.” He said, before punching Luca in the face once again.

Finn shakily held the gun as he aimed at the man who was now landing punch’s to his brothers face, and shot, the sound of his body hitting the ground still causing a shiver down his spine despite him killing before.

As he stood there he heard a muffled cry coming from inside the room as he knew Y/N was watching through the cracks of the blinds, but was soon snapped back to reality as Tommy yelled out in pain.

Luca lowered his gun as he saw Tommy fall back, clutching his arm tightly.

He raised it at Finn, the blood dripping down his face and clouding his eyes as he aimed for the young blinder.

But suddenly the door opened, and Y/N came out pointing her hand gun at Luca, a tear rolling down her cheek as she did so.

“Get back Y/N. Go.” Finn said as he tried to shield her as Luca raised the gun up more, on the verge of shooting.

A shot rang out from behind Finn as Luca’s head rocked back at the impact, his body going limp as the bullet passed through his skull.

It was eerily silent after that. Finn’s ears rang as did hers as he realized he would’ve been dead if she had listened to him when he told her to go back.

Finn quickly took the gun from her and Tommy crawled over Luca’s body to check the pulse, smirking as he looked up at Y/N.

“Nice shot. How’d you get the gun?” He asked, walking towards her.

“Polly gave it to me. Told me to point and shoot.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Alright.” He said, walking over to the door and telling the others they could come out.

John and Arthur got to dragging the bodies out back, while Polly and the other women tiptoed over the blood and back to the lobby.

Finn followed them out and left Y/N standing there for a bit, staring at the blood coating Tommy’s floor.

“It feels weird the first time killing someone, you’ll get used to it.” He said, tying a tourniquet on his arm before going to clean some of the blood off his desk.

“Um...Polly said something about this being my first day. Am I to work for you now? I-I don’t know what I’d do.” She said pulling her tattered coat around herself.

“Yes. You can start tomorrow actually. Take the empty desk out there.” He said, referring to the one she worked at earlier in the day.

She nodded and walked towards the door, her hands shaking from the days events.

“Oh and Y/N?” Tommy said, grabbing a cloth from a drawer.

“If it makes things any better, I trust you just as much as Finn does. You’ll fit in here, just go easy on him eh?” He said, a small smirk playing at his usually stoic lips.

“I’ll try.” She said smirking and closing the door behind her.

“Y/N you ready to go home?” Finn called out over everyone talking. She looked around at what would be her new work, and ultimately her new family. Linda was cleaning Arthur’s arm, and John and Esme were making out on her desk. Meanwhile Polly and Ada were tidying up the place.

“Yeah.” She sighed, walking to him and putting her arm around his waist as he led her out into the cool night air.

“Does that cut hurt?” He asked, once in the car.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” She said, giving him a kiss before they drove off to her apartment. It was only mere hours ago that she was struggling to earn his family’s trust, and now she had it, and she knew she had to keep it no matter what.

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duskamethyst · 4 years

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only mine.

a/n: my first bnha fic! im in love with the anime and i simp for so many characters aha

word count: 1.6k

genre: mature, implied nsfw (characters are aged up)

warnings: kidnapping, drugging, yandere behavior

pairing: yan!kaminari x gn!reader

summary: you and kaminari are fuck buddies.

“man, can’t you just sleep over?” kaminari groans as he rolls onto his side, his elbow props himself up to watch you get off the bed to collect your clothes that were stripped and thrown onto the floor.

“denki, no.” you say sternly while putting on your hoodie, missing the pouty look on the male’s face.

“not even for one night?” he pleads.

“nope!” you stick out your tongue teasingly before walking towards the door and turning the knob. “not ever.”

“sheesh, you’re such a hardass.”

“call me whatever you want,” you roll your eyes as you step out and slowly close the door before peeking your head in again, “see ya.”

it has been months since you and kaminari been fucking on each other’s bed. it started with small talks before he (quickly-- after just a couple of times seeing each other) began to openly flirt with you. kaminari was a fun a guy to be around with, kind of dumb and he looked like he meant no harm. you decided to entertain the fellow, shamelessly retaliate his flirtatious behavior (which was so much better than his game that it made him flustered often) until the both of you found yourselves together, bare and dripping with sweat in bed.

you and kaminari formed a “pact” that it should remain as is, no strings attached and leaving the only label on it as fwb. being each others’ booty call is hell lot of fun, the sex is bomb and you don’t have to commit and have feelings for each other. you made it clear that this should remain a secret and that you both are free to fuck around with other people too but as much you’d like to believe that he understood it, kaminari never failed to constantly spam your phone with unnecessary texts about your well being, how your day went or asking if you wanted to go to shopping with him. it was a bit suffocating but if he was lucky enough, he’d get a short reply if not left on read.

you stick to your own belief that is to leave as soon as you’re done wrecking each other. no cuddles, no pillow talks or whatever those cheesy things couples normally do because the more time you spend together, there would be no doubt that one of you would start to catch feelings and it’s the last thing you want to have right now. the longest that you would stay at his place was only to take a quick shower after doing the deed, but not before having him almost begging to come in with you.

still, that doesn’t stop the male to often ask you to hang out and stay with him after a couple of hours together. you had to constantly remind him how this whole thing works but sometimes you could still see how he was burning holes behind other people who he thought was looking at you for too long or making you laugh too much and you couldn’t help but to wonder if he was taking this differently from you. whenever you confronted him about it, he’d get extremely defensive about his behavior and said you were just imagining it or that he was joking. not wanting to argue any further, you’d often leave it at that.

hanging around with the guys is when his little antics gets worse. kirishima often invites the crew to his place to play video games and he always manages to find a way to lay a finger on you or openly flirts with you. he’d usually make sure that he is the one that gets to sit next to you or purposely hangs an arm protectively around your shoulders as he casually speaks to the others-- which earns the both of you some weird looks. kaminari notices it and he lives for it. it makes him even prouder to be able to claim you in some sort of way.

“been kinda wondering-- you guys are fucking each other or something?” sero suddenly questions while his eyes are glued to the screen in desperation of beating bakugou in the racing game.

“hell ye- OUCH!” you yank your elbow on kaminari’s side to cut him off.

“who the hell would?” you quickly reply, earning some laughs from the other males present.

“then, you’re free after this?” he turns his head to wink at you, giving a small room of opportunity for bakugou to slip through sero’s car and eventually finish the whole two laps.

the blonde male grunts and hits sero’s head with his controller, “fucking idiot! you didn’t even take this seriously! kirishima! you’re next!”

“well, someone’s bound to take care of that bump on your head now, huh?” you tease, and sero is one to quickly catch on to that as a wide grin spreads across his face.

“dude, i owe you one!” he chuckles and lightly taps on bakugou’s shoulder.

“i should’ve kicked you in the balls.” he grumbles, finger expertly pushing one of the joysticks as he chooses his preferred sports car for the next race.

the night goes on as usual, each of you taking turns on the racing game that bakugou insists on only playing for the rest of the night which none of you dared to say otherwise. everyone has their shares of laughs, you think-- missing the scowl on kaminari’s face whenever you choose to only spare him your half-assed attention while sero shows you his collection of memes on his phone. it’s probably mean of him to think how sero looks like a fucking simp that has to impress you in order to woo you for the night but he couldn’t care less. he knows you best-- knows how you do things your way and seeing you “subtly” being flirtatious right in front of his face angers him to no end.

you’re acting like it, like a... what was it again? a whore? it has been at the tip of his tongue but he doesn’t dare to say it. he feels bad enough to even think about you that way and know that he shouldn’t since you both are in this stupid “relationship” that people use as an excuse just to hop from one dick or pussy to another because they’re too “afraid” of or don’t want any commitments or whatever. kaminari gets the idea, he’s not that dense but it’s unfair how he can’t bring himself to do things like you-- not when he’s already catching feelings this quick.

for the sake of not wanting to ruin the night nor the only thing that binds you to him, he chooses to keep his cool until you guys part ways. he doesn’t even realize how hard he’s clenching his fists when he finds out that you left with sero while he’s gone for a bathroom break.

— come over tonight? ;-)

a week has passed since that night. you notice that kaminari haven’t been constantly flooding your inbox like he used to and it has been the least of your worries. in fact, you enjoyed it. you had your time being around other people more without having them to think that he’s a threat to them and he was less touchy than he used to be. you have no clue about the reason for his change in attitude and you couldn’t find the reason to ponder about it anyways.

he comes over as asked, an activity that is far from foreign for the both of you. kaminari happily shows you the bottle of booze from his bag as he enters your home-- neither of you has to say it, you both know that you’re going to have mindless, drunk sex tonight.

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure to sleep on the couch.” he reassures, pouring the liquor into two glasses in your kitchen as you sit down lazily on the couch.

“you better be,” you reply, going through the movies available on netflix from the tv screen. “you can choose what you wanna watch.”

kaminari walks over and offers you one of the glasses before sitting down next to you. he goes through the movies before choosing one, sipping on his drink and glancing towards you through the corner of his eyes once in a while. he can’t help but to suppress a smile through his glass when he catches you take a gulp and your face squirm at the bitter taste.

“it’s so strong.” you mumble after a few more sips and a few minutes into the movie that you are trying to pay attention to. you believe that your alcohol tolerance isn’t that bad but the way those few sips are already making your head spin instead of the familiar high that should succumb your mind by now.

“for real? i think you’re just imagining it.” he replies coyly as his eyes bore through the screen.

“i’m not--” the spinning starts to become unbearable and your eyelids are getting heavy so you quickly lay your head down and close your eyes on the couch in an attempt to soothe it down before kaminari reaches to rub smooth circles on your head.

“shh, do you wanna puke?” his voice is too calm despite the situation. knowing him, he’d be absolutely frantic when things go wrong. you try to open your eyes, but the lights do nothing but cruelly inflict the pain even more.

“no.. i just-- carry me to bed..?” you whine as you welcome the comfort he’s offering.

kaminari just watches you as you slowly drift into a deep slumber, your chest heaving up and down as you breathe. he calls your name a few times to test the waters before he finally lets out a sinister chuckle and hovers over your body to kiss your cheek.

“poor baby. don’t worry, i’ll bring you somewhere nicer.” he whispers as he gazes adoringly at your unlively state. so vulnerable.

“then i can have you all to myself.”

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 4 years

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World War Z was published in 2006, but takes place in 2009 at the earliest. Late in the book, astronaut Terry Knox states that the International Space Station took over 10 years to complete; it started construction in November 1998, and Chief of Staff Karl Rove Grover Carlson says that the Republican party barely eked back into power after a disastrous 2-termer who started a “brush fire war” in the Middle East (George W. Bush). He mentions an election year, but he doesn’t specify if it was the new president’s first or second term, so it’s either set right after 2008 or 2012. This was written before the Nintendo Wii was announced, but one chapter mentions that people brought their GameCubes with them as they fled their homes in search of safety in the frozen Canadian wilderness. This same chapter also mentions that they didn’t know how to pick survival gear; a park ranger finds a SpongeBob SquarePants sleeping bag frozen in the mud because its owner didn’t know the difference between a child’s indoor sleeping bag for slumber parties and a real insulated survival bag for camping.

The new president is never named, he’s just told be be pro-big business and anti-regulation, pushing a placebo zombie vaccine through the FDA to jumpstart the economy. When shit hits the fan, he is “sedated” and his vice president takes power; we’re never told what happened to the president, whether he was bitten or had a stroke, just that he was “sedated.” His Vice President is directly implied to be Colin Powell; he’s former military with family in Jamaica and black. He appoints Howard Dean to be his vice president to form a bipartisan coalition; he is never referred to by name, but it is clearly supposed to be Howard Dean. He was a rising star in the Democratic party from Vermont whose wife is a doctor and whose career imploded after he had a passionate outburst. In 2004, Howard Dean gave a speech where he started passinately screaming about how he was gonna start sweeping state primaries and ride a wave into the White House, punctuating his point by going “HHEEUEAHHGH!!” This was political suicide in 2004, and he was laughed out of the race. In the book, he is referred to only as “the Whacko” because of this. It is implied that he was Powell’s second choice for VP, his first being Barack Obama; the Whacko says that the Democrats wanted somebody else, somebody of the same skin color as the president, but that the country wasn’t ready for that. In 2004, Obama was a candidate for senate in Illinois, so popular and so well spoken that he gave a speech at the Democratic National Convention before he even won his seat; then and there, pundits already had him pegged as the first black president, they could see the writing on the walls. The Whacko becomes president when Powell dies of stress, but he is consistently referred to only as the wartime Vice President, out of respect for his boss.

Also, the Attorney General is implied to be Rudy Giuliani; all that is said about him was that he was the mayor of New York and once tried to give himself emergency powers to stay in office after his term. Giuliani did exactly that after 9/11.

Other real life figures mentioned in the book

Fidel Castro; a ton of Cuban Americans flee the continent and return to the island during the zombie war, and he jumpstarts the economy by putting them to work as cheap laborers and slowly integrating them back into Cuban society. He rehabilitates his image by stepping down as dictator and democratizing the country, voting himself out of office before the “nortecubanos” could hang him for decades of war crimes.

Nelson Mendela, referred to by his birth name Rolihlahla, the father of modern South Africa, he personally invites Paul Redekker, a former apartheid era political analyst, to solve the zombie problem; in the 80s, Redekker created a plan for the white minority government in case the black majority ever rose up against them. In real life, Mandela lowered the temperature when he was elected president, saying that revenge against the apartheid government would do more harm than good. In the story, Mandela uses this as justification to reuse the apartheid era plan to handle the zombie outbreak instead. Redekker is so overcome by his compassion and forgiveness that he has a mental episode and dissociates, believing himself to be a black South African.

Kim Jong-il, the dictator of North Korea, he withdraws all troops from the DMZ and shuts the entire country down. After months of radio silence, it is revealed that the entire country’s population has vanished; all satellite imagery shows a desolate wasteland, no zombies, but no humans either. He presumably moved everyone into subterranean bunker systems where he not only control their lives as on the surface, but now their access to food, water, and air. He presumably became the god emperor he always wanted to be; either that, or the entire tunnel complex has been overrun, turning every man woman and child in North Korea into zombies. The South Korean government refuses to send a expedition into the North to figure out what happened, lest they open up one of the tunnels and unleash millions of zombies onto the surface.

Martin Scorsese, mentioned in passing only as “Marty,” a friend of world famous film director Roy Elliot, who himself is a thinly veiled pastiche of Steven Spielberg. Interestingly enough, the audio book features Martin Scorsese doing the voice of the conartist who created the placebo vaccine

One chapter has a ton of vapid celebrities hole together in a fortified mansion on Long Island, and takes great care to show each of them getting torn apart not by zombies but by regular people who storm the facility because they were stupid enough to broadcast their location on reality television. A redneck with a “Get’er Done” hat (Larry the Cable Guy) and some bald guy with diamond earrings (Howie Mandel) blow themselves up with a grenade. Rival political commentators, an annoying guy who talks about feminization of western society and a leathery blonde (Bill Maher and Ann Coulter) have end-of-the-world viking sex as the facility burns to the ground. A dumb starlet (Paris Hilton) is killed by one of her handlers and her little rat dog escapes on foot. A radio shock jock (Howard Stern) actually survives the war and restarts his show.

Michael Stipe of REM joins the army to fight the zombies

Another war veteran mentions how his brother used to have a bunch of Mel Brooks’ old comedy skits on vinyl record, and how he and his squad acted out the “Boy meets Girl” puppet skit with some human skulls. Mel Brooks is author and narrator Max Brooks’ father.

Queen Elizabeth II, refuses to evacuate England when the island is overrun by zombies. She intends to remain in Buckingham Palace “for the duration,” mirroring the fact that her parents refused to evacuate to Canada during World War II.

Vladimir Putin declares himself Tsar of the Holy Russian Empire, an ultra-orthodox religious state that has armed priests execute political dissidents under the guise of mercy killing people who have been bitten by zombies.

Yang Liwei, the first “taikonaut” (Chinese astronaut) has a space station named after him

While the main conflict is about government responses to the zombie pandemic, we see glimpses of a greater war torn planet.

A major plot line involves a Chinese Civil War which sees the entire communist politburo nuked out of existence by a rebel sub commander, as well as an attempted “scorched space policy” where the government planned to blow up their space station with scuttling charges to cause a cascade of space debris to encircle the Earth and prevent any other countries from launching missions in the future (this is known as Kessler Syndrome in real life, and was featured as the inciting incident of the 2013 movie Gravity). The People’s Republic becomes the United Federation.

Iran and Pakistan destroy each other in nuclear war; everyone thought it would be India and Pakistan, but they had very close diplomatic infrastructure in place to prevent such a catastrophe; Pakistan helped Iran build a nuclear arsenal, but as millions of refugees fled from India through Pakistan to the east, Iran had to blow up some Pakistani bridges to stem the flow of zombies, which led to a border war and eventually total nuclear retaliation.

Floridians flee to Cuba, Wisconsinites flee to Canada, the federal government flees to Hawaii. Everything east of the Rockies is abandoned and ruled by warlords until the government sorts itself out and mounts an expedition to clear the continent of zombies by literally marching an unbroken line of soldiers stretching from Canada to Mexico across the wasteland to the Atlantic.

Israel withdraws from Gaza and the West Bank to become super isolationist, building a wall around the entire country to stop the zombies getting in (they were the first country to respond to the pandemic, and the most successful), but the religious right rebels against the secular left in a civil war that sees Jerusalem ceded to a unified Palestine.

It is an amazing, multifaceted story with so much going on that nobody recognizes. It was written as a response to the end of the Cold War and the start of the War on Terror. It’s about a geopolitical shift, a change in the status quo, a disaster from which the world never recovers; America before 9/11 was a very different place than American after 9/11. Iraq and Afghanistan changed everything, and we’re still feeling their effects to this day; the story uses the zombie apocalypse as the next big international disaster the world must adapt to. World War Z is World War III with zombies, and I think it would do a lot better if it were published today, now that we’ve had several decades to respond to the fall of the Soviet Union and the endless wars in the Middle East and a global pandemic.

#world war z #wwz #max brooks #book #novel

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leviskokoro · 4 years

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Christmas in The Devildom | Home Alone Edition

desc :: Mari tells a tale of what happened during her Christmas during her exchange student program.

word count :: 2247

note/s :: I got this idea about Mari having to defend herself from demons while she’s alone on Christmas. But then I realised... “Hey! This is literally just the premise of Home Alone!” so I decided to write it.

relationship/s :: implied fluffwings | jack x mari / implied greedwings | mammon x mari

art credit :: KEMM01 on Deviantart

edit credit :: me

Holiday season was a lovely time of cheer and giving for most people. Mari gave a sigh of relief, finally done giving her last gift of the day. Yes, seeing the generally happy reactions of the people she cared for brought joy to her weary heart, even if those people didn’t necessarily care for her back. Now it was just time to relax during the NRC Christmas party.

Everyone from every dorm had gathered to the cafeteria to partake in the festivities. Every nook and cranny had been decorated to perfection. But maybe that was pushing things a bit since Mari was the one that had to decorate everything after Crowley pushed the work onto her for the hundredth time she’s lived in Twisted Wonderland at the last minute when he just decided that a Christmas party might help bring students together more. At least she can rest while the first years talked about how they spent their Christmas at home.

“Mari.” The girl looked up to see Epel looking at her with a curious gaze. “What was Christmas like for you when you were in your world?”

“Yeah, we’ve been the ones talking here but you haven’t shared anything the whole time,” Ace spoke up as he bit into some cookies.

“Ah, sorry—”

“Didn’t you live in Hell for a year? What’s Christmas there like?” Deuce asked, placing a finger to his chin in thought.

Mari was silent for a moment, trying to get her thoughts and memories in order.

“Um… it’s kind of a long story. Are you guys alright with that?” She glanced at each of their faces for confirmation.

“You’re an excellent storyteller, Mari. It’d be wonderful to hear it,” Sebek chimed in, placing his food on the table and sitting with them.

She nodded, relieved that they seemed to be alright to tell them.

“So… I was mostly left alone during the holidays—”

“Eh? Left alone?” Ace raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah… We were going to celebrate but the demon brothers and the folks at Purgatory Hall were called to a meeting and had to take care of some business in a farther area in the Devildom. I wasn’t able to come because that place had particularly deadly air for humans…”

“Why do I have to go?! There’s gonna be a whole bunch of Christmas special limited edition figurines for Rurichan and all my favorite idols!” Levi had complained as he stuffed his fifth Rurichan figurine into his luggage.

“I was planning on eating a Christmas feast…” Beel had also whined, rubbing his stomach. In his hands were three gigantic bags filled with snacks and snacks only.

“Is it really okay to leave Mari here?” Asmo asked, who was mostly just clinging onto her body; She’s had to swat his grabby hands from touching her more intimate parts a couple times but cuddles with him were generally still quite lovely. Among them, he had the most packed luggages that was all dedicated to his beauty and fashion.

“Yeah, lesser demons might take this opportunity to sneak into this place and eat Mari.” Satan at least had a reasonable amount of bags. Though, he held one novel in his arm.

She sighed, running her hand through her sift chocolate locks. “Guys, no offense but you were the ones to put me in the most danger here during my exchange program here.”

They all seemed sheepish now. “Uhh—“

“Enough whining. We’re going to be late already,” Lucifer spoke up. “Mari should be fine. No one would be stupid enough to harm her if they knew the consequence will be being charged with treason and being tortured for eternity.”

Mari gave a thumbs up. “Yeah. There’s nothing to worry about.” Her eyes widened, noticing something rather odd.

She looked around. “Where’s Mammon?” She asked.

“He said he had something to do,” Satan answered.

Lucifer turned around and started walking. “We’ll leave him behind. He can catch up,” he spoke. His shoes made light clicking noises against the floor as he left the premises, the rest of the brothers followed him.

“Hey! Wait up!” Mammon yelled as he darted out of his room, carrying a bunch of stuff with him.

“Hey! Are you guys telling stories?” Kalim’s bright voice interrupted her speech. A large grin was plastered on his face.

“Kalim, don’t just barge into conversations like that,” Jamil scolded him. He carried two trays filled with food, one for him and one for Kalim.

“It’s fine! I was getting to the interesting part.”

“Très bien! How wonderful to see you all spending quality time during this festive party! It touches my heart,” Rook’s voice appeared from behind them, causing some of the first years to jump in surprise.

“Your bodyguards left you alone during Christmas? That seems rather irresponsible of them if they knew there was still a chance of you being attacked by demons,” Vil spoke as the two also sat down at the table next to theirs.

She nodded, looking down and biting her lip. “Well… The house did end up being attacked.”

“EH?!” Their eyes were as wide as the plates they were eating from.

“How did you manage to survive?”

“During the last day of school, a bunch of lesser demons had whispered about taking the opportunity to come by and eat my soul after classes. Little did they know, I had overheard their conversation and that gave me some time to prepare…”

Mari rushed around the House of Lamentation, rope and other sorts of equipment that she hastily purchased from Akuzon in her arm. Knowing that this house had a variety of magical items that even she could use despite having a lack of it.

Satan’s room had all sorts of cursed books and Levi’s room had magical merch. If worse comes to worst, she’ll use the grimoire underground. It’s more of a last resort since she knew what happened when Luke was lost and ended up there. Lucifer would’ve killed her if it weren’t for Diavolo.

She stopped in her tracks when she looked into Mammon’s stuff in case he had anything that could be used. Her eyes widened to see a murder of crows in his room.

… What?

One of the crows flew up and landed on her shoulder. “Hey there! You’re Mari, right? We’re Mammon’s familiars! He told us a lot about you. He had us stay here to watch over you.”

“That idiot is so reckless that she’d probably get herself into trouble without me so make sure nothing bad happens to her!” … were his exact words.” A different crow spoke up, imitating his voice and tone with such perfect accuracy that it startled the girl.

A grim pulled at her lips. “Great! A bunch of demons are coming here soon and I’ll be needing your help to defend the place.” She explained her plan to them.

“Wow! You already got this thing planned out,” the first crow commented. “Just give us the order and we’ll do our best!”

Mari nodded, smiling in gratitude for them. She turned around and rushed out the room to start setting everything up.

Using her knowledge of the items in the House of Lamentation, she set up a bunch of traps around the place and sat in the living room, waiting for them to trigger. Near each trap was at least one crow to lure the demons into the traps. In one hand was a controller for one of Levi’s consoles. The other held a specific book that was just titled “Void”.

“Really hope this works…” The girl muttered, her grip around the items tightened.

A cacophony of screams echoed throughout the place and several crows flew to her from different directions, signalling that the traps were successful.

She gave a sigh of relief, happy that they worked. There had been this worry that gnawed at her heart when she thought of the possibility of her ropework being too weak. Fortunately, that seemed to not be the case.

Mari checked the bands she put on their feet. Each crow had a different color so that she would know which traps got triggered.

Red, white, yellow, and green… Ah!

Red was in charge of luring the demon into a tripwire trap where if they triggered it, it’d pull the pin from a makeshift grenade she made out of Ruri-chan’s Extra Devilish Spicy Powder that she got from Levi’s room. Levi described it to be so spicy that it can cause a demon to pass out as soon as it comes into contact with their nose and eyes.

White was in charge of watching the catapult. If the door with the trap gets opened, the demon would get Asmo’s “special rope” launched at them. It would completely immobilise anyone if it makes contact with someone’s skin.

Yellow was the one watching over the gun trap. If the window was opened, it’d pull the trigger on the replica gun she got from Levi’s room. It had been from “I Got Isekai’d To A Fantasy Historical Drama But I Didn’t Expect To Find Out That 7 Generals Would Fall For Me”. The bullets weren’t lethal or anything, but they were the magical sort that could knock out a demon with one bullet.

Last but not least was green, who watched over the back door. She roped up a bunch of cursed books from Satan’s room, careful not to touch them with her bare hands, and hung them over the door. If triggered, it would drop all the books and curse the demon into 5 months of deep slumber. 5 months felt a bit excessive, but it was probably better than being charged of treason and being tortured for eternity.

However, it seemed that the other two crows didn’t return just yet.

Then, rushed footsteps started approaching the living room. She looked up to see the last crows flying and two demons running towards her. The looks on their faces oozed with murderous intent as they neared her.

… Shit, looks like the last two traps either didn’t get triggered or they found a way around them.

But all she did was bite her lip and opened the book with the pages facing them.

The room started shaking as a dark aura covered the book. The demons screamed when they started getting pulled into the pages of the book, scrambling to keep their ground. However this was in vain, as they ended up getting sucked into the book anyway.

And with that, Mari gave a loud sigh of relief, dropping her body onto the couch. She pressed a button on the controller.

Nothing around her really happened upon pressing it. But the other demons that were immobilised were put into Levi’s game. She had to know their identities first, which was surprisingly easy to find on Devilgram. She should be able to let them out later. Hopefully they don’t die in the game. She had set it to easy mode, after all.

“Yay! We did it!” The crows cheered, gathering close to each other and even doing a little dance in the process.

“... And that was the end of that story. After that night, the demon brothers came back and we spent a lovely Christmas together, the Devildom way.” Mari’s story came to a close. She looked at all the students that were immersed in her story.

“You were able to defend yourself against a whole group of demons in a single night?!” Ace’s eyes were wide open. His expression was mirrored by the others.

“Très bien! You’ve displayed such wonderful resourcefulness against opponents who are much stronger than you!” Rook praised her in his own fashion, gazing at her with his amused hunter green irises.

Jamil nodded, placing his hand to his chin in thought. A small smile could be seen on his face if one were to look close enough. “Using what you had around the house to use as traps… How clever,” he mumbled.

“You’d be a great fit for Scarabia!” Kalim grinned.

“You were able to set all those traps in such a short amount of time. With that sort of workspeed, Pomefiore could make use of your efforts,” Vil retorted, crossing his arms.

A new voice spoke up, “Oh, but her cunning wit should be further honed in Octavinelle. I’m sure I’d make better use of her skill.”

Jamil’s expression turned sour at the sight of the dorm leader of Octavinelle.

“Nonsense! She belongs in Diasomnia with the young master!” Sebek’s voice boomed across the cafeteria.

“Oi! Quiet down, you noisy brat,” Leona spoke up from another table beside them. He glared at the first year.

And that was the start of a rather chaotic argument between all the dorms.

Jack and Mari looked at each other with exasperated expressions.

“You wanna get out of here?” She offered.

All he did was scratch the back of his head and nod. “Yeah, it’d be better if we just went somewhere else.”

The two of them got up and sneaked away from the group that was too absorbed in their fight.

Although, Mari couldn’t help the smile creeping on her face as she processed the fact that they had complimented her. At the time, she didn’t think it was all too special. But it felt really nice to receive such validation.

Perhaps they saw her better now. Someone who isn’t weak all because she had no magic.

The thought soothed her.

#twisted wonderland #twst #obey me #obey me! shall we date?#my mc #kokoro writes

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psychedelic-ink · 4 years

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This is my commission for @smol-fatale ! Sorry for the delay, I had to work on this a bit longer then I anticipated since the ones I wrote before never felt right :’) Thank you so much for commissioning me and letting me post it! I hope you enjoy this!

Pairings: Chiara (OC) x Sanji , Zoro x Sanji (established relationship) , Sanji x Chiara x Zoro (implied)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: After Chiara sacrifices herself and gets injured, Sanji is angry that she would put herself in harms way without thinking about the consequences.

Commissions | Ko-Fi

Chiara gritted her teeth as her eyes darted between the marines who surrounded both her and Usopp. Honestly, they were just supposed to get a couple of supplies and return to the ship, it wasn’t supposed to be a life or death situation. Sure, maybe she was over exaggerating, this wasn’t the first time they were surrounded by marines but the amount of the soldiers just seemed to be unend this time. How long were they supposed to fight these fools?

Quickly her gaze went from the soldiers and to Usopp, she could tell that he was thinking the same thing as her. The sniper sighed and pulled down his goggles. He shot a quick glance at her.

“Let’s try to make an opening,” he said as he pulled out his trusty slingshot. “And run for it when we do.”

“Aye aye.”

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Chiara groaned as she felt herself being laid on a bed. By the smells alone she could tell that she was in the sick bay. Feeling two hooves holsting her shirt up, Chiara tried to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was fighting a shit ton of marines with Usopp, then...a bullet shot, but it wasn’t aimed at ther it was aimed at the sniper.

“What happened, Usopp?” Chopper’s worried voice reached her ears.

“W-We…” he stuttered, sounding equally distraught. “We were fighting marines, I don’t know how they found us but there were so many of them...one of them fired and she pushed me out of the way.”

“Did she get cut anywhere, do you know?”

“It should be just the bullet wound.”

Oh, so that’s what happened.

“Alright, you can leave Usopp, I’ll let you guys know when I’m done.”

Chiara felt Chopper put something plastic over her nose and mouth, her eyes fluttered as she was lulled into a deep slumber.

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When Chiara came to her senses, her whole body ached. Tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth, her eyes darted to the bedside table in hopes to find a glass of water. But in addition to finding a pitcher full of crystal clear water, she also found Sanji sitting next to her. He hadn’t noticed that she was awake, his eyes were glued to the side and he was shaking his leg furiously. He bit his bottom lip and Chiata recognized the signs of withdrawal. Has he been here long enough to crave a smoke so bad?

“Oh you’re awake.”

Sanji noticed her gaze on the pitcher and quickly filled her a glass of water, he helped her straighten up and placed the glass on her chapped lips. Normally, she would’ve just snatched the glass away from him and done it herself, but her arms felt too weak to actually do such a thing.

The water was soothing as it went down her throat, with big gulps Chiara finished the glass in seconds. Sanji placed the glass back on the table and held the pitcher.

“Do you want another glass?”

“No,thanks.”

Sanji removed his hand from the pitcher and started to tweak at the ends of his shirt. Chiara could sense something was off, but to be honest something always was off when the two of them were alone. She could tell there was something bothering him, something that he itched to just say.

“How are you feeling?” he asked instead.

“Better.” she replied simply.

“Good.”

“Just spit it out Sanji.”

This seemed to take him by surprise. His only visible brow was raised as his eyes widened. The cook sighed and leaned back into the chair, scratching the back of his head, he stared at the ceiling.

“Why did you jump in front of a bullet?”

Chiara, her eyebrow raised with visible confusion, shot him a puzzled look. Sanji was unaware of this as he continued to stare at the ceiling, his leg still bobbing up and down.

“I didn’t jump in front of it just for the fun of it you know,” she replied, slightly agitated. “If I hadn’t done that Usopp would’ve gotten shot.”

“How is it better if you get shot?”

Sanji had lowered his gaze back to her. Her eyes were cold and pierced through her. She started to sweat and her pulse quickened. Chiara was surprised that her body reacted so strongly towards a look, especially a look that Sanji gave her. She swallowed. Her mind scanned along all the things she could reply with and none of them felt like something the cook would be happy to hear and none of them held any consolation. But lucky her, Sanji continued to talk.

“You shouldn't just sacrifice yourself like that,” his voice now raised a bit. “Usopp’s body can handle it, you’re a wo—”

“You gotta be kidding me,” Chiara cut him off before he could finish. “I am so sorry Sanji,” she snapped rolling her tongue. “I’m not going to let one of my crewmates get shot instead of me because I’m a “woman”.”

“You could’ve died!” he snapped back, his brow visibly twitching with anger.

“Usopp could’ve died too!”

“He should’ve been protecting you, not the other way around!”

“What do you care, just leave me alone.”

Chiara’s voice had grown eerily low, almost like a whisper. She sounded cold and her words were like weapons. Sanji had visibly stepped back with that, his leg finally stilling as he got up. He didn’t look at her, turning around, his heart felt heavy in his chest.

“Fine, get well soon.”

Chiara let her head fall back against the wall, staring at the sealing, tears stung the corner of her eyes. Why did he have to make everything so complicated for her? She was confused, confused as to why she felt so hurt, so angry. Whenever they were alone she ended up feeling so undeniably naked and bare in front of him. She had no right to feel this way and she certainly had no right to make Sanji feel like that as well.

The door closed and she let out a long sigh.

When was everything going to stop being so complicated?

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After the incident everything was pretty much normal except for Chiara’s and Sanji’s relationship. Their friendship was already on thin ice but after their discourse it seemed like even that fell under water. They never talked, only if they had to, no one really seemed to notice but Chiara’s mental state was suffering. Despite being angry at the cook’s misogynistic words that she should be protected just because she was a “woman”, she did miss talking to him.

Sanji had seemed to crawl into a shell as well, he seemed more dependent on Zoro. Sure, he would still flatter the females of the ship with countless desserts and sweet words but something was off in the way he did it. Chiara saw the two men fade into the back of the ship and converse for what seemed to take hours. Chiara was curious but then again she couldn’t really say anything. But the fact that she could so clearly feel Sanji’s distraught made her feel even worse.

The days continued to go on like this, Sanji avoiding any kind of contact with her and her doing the same, only looking at him when his back was turned or during combat. He didn’t seem to notice any of it. It seemed like he was only focused on not bothering her in any way.

And now Chiara sat among Nami’s tangerine trees, listening to the leaves rustled and taking in deep breaths of the citrus smell. She was trying to clear her mind, if such a thing was possible, and maybe try to figure out a way to fix everything.

“Hey,”

Chiara jolted and turned her head towards the voice. Zoro appeared between the leaves, he had a gentle smile on his face as he stared down at her. Chiara pulled her knees close to her chest and averted her eyes with a pout. She heard Zoro sigh and sit down next to her, cross legged.

“You can avoid the cook forever you know?” he said and she could feel his gaze staring into her soul.

“I know that,” Chiara mumbled. “I just don’t know how to talk to him, he makes me so angry.”

“I get that, he pisses me off too.”

Chiara shifted her gaze to Zoro, she was curious as to why Zoro was actually here, talking to her. To be honest Chiara always admired the swordsman and always felt some sort of closeness, she couldn’t quite name it and opted to call it an admiration of strength and level headedness.

“He was really worried about you,” he continued, locking his dark eyes with hers. “I don’t agree with what he said, but believe me that he wasn’t trying to upset you.”

“Well yeah I know that much,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But does his intentions really excuse his weird ass behaviors?”

Zoro chuckled, “Well...no but you two could at least talk about it. You two might seem opposite from each other but you’re more similar to him than you think.”

“Is that so?”

Chiara’s mind faded into her own thoughts. It didn’t seem like Zoro was going to elaborate on what similarities they had. Maybe he wanted her to figure it out on her own? Or maybe he just wanted her to talk it out with Sanji. Chiara didn’t quite know how that conversation would go but then again she trusted Zoro and his views. If Sanji was bothered about the situation enough that Zoro felt like he had to intervene, the situation really must be dire.

But then again she really wouldn’t know what to say so she decided to be straightforward.

“What should I say to him?”

Zoro thought for a bit as he looked off into the distance, then shrugged.

“Just be honest.”

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A week had passed since her conversation with Zoro. Chiara really wanted to talk with him but her overthinking and the fact that Sanji was avoiding her, as kindly as he could, made it difficult for her to catch him alone.

Finally as a last resort she decided to ambush him while it was his turn to be on the lookout. She climbed up the crows nest as silently as she could, and gently creaked the door open. Chiara couldn’t help but smile when she saw Sanji looking out with a soft blanket around his broad shoulders.

He flinched at the sound and turned around, Chiara couldn’t tell if he was relaxed or nervous to see her.

“Hey,” she began, closing the door after her. “Whatcha doing?”

Sanji gifted his gaze back to the window and continued to watch the horizon.

“Lookout.” he said nonchalantly. “You?”

“I…” Chiara quickly made her way and sat down next to him. Sanji stiffened but didn’t oppose to the fact that their shoulders were touching. “I wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“Us.”

That seemed to snap Sanji out of his trance. He looked at her, wide eyed and his eyes quickly scanned her features as he tried to understand if she was serious or not. His over the top reaction made Chiara sight and contemplate whether Sanji was ready or not to have such a conversation. Her eyes fixated on the floor she attempted to get up.

“You know what, never mi—!”

Before she could fully stand up, however, a strong grip took a hold of her wrist and pulled her back down. Chiara let out a groan as she fell back to the ground right next to Sanji, he was looking at her with a piercing gaze, seeming much more calm than before.

“What did you want to talk about?”

Sanji let go of her wrist and Chiara took in a sharp breath, startled. She pulled her knees up to her chest and directed her gaze towards the sea.

“I think we’ve been misunderstanding each other and... I want to stop.” Sanji stood in silence, prompting her to go on. “It’s just… I hate it when you act as if I can’t be strong because I’m a woman but in reality I am strong and it pisses me off that you can’t see that-”

Sanji cut her off, “I know you’re strong, it’s just… I was worried and hate it when you do stuff without giving a second thought of what might happen to you.”

Chiara wasn’t ready to hear how Sanji’s voice trembled. Her eyes wide, they shifted back to him. The cook was staring directly at her with a pained expression. A knot forming in her throat, she swallowed. She wasn’t the type to think about herself when someone she cared for was in danger and she never thought that self sacrifice could so easily hurt another.

“I…”

Chiara was lost of words, gazing into each other's eyes, they inched closer without even knowing. The blanket that Sanji had laid across his shoulders pooled to the floor, the ship gently swayed them, she felt as if she was put into a trance.

Then Chiara felt Sanji’s lips.

It was soft, tender and full of love. Then Zoro’s words echoed in her jumbled up thoughts “just be honest” , the swordsman wasn’t talking about being honest with Sanji but to herself. She felt so afraid to be vulnerable in front of people, in front of them for the longest time. But truth be told, maybe she had fallen for two men instead of one.

Sanji’s the one to break the kiss, his gaze immediately shifting to the floor. Chiara could read the traces of regret all over his face.

“I’m sorry.” he quickly muttered, his fingers ghosting over his lips. “I wasn’t supposed to do that.”

“It’s...okay,” she took in a shaky breath. “It was nice.”

“Do...do you have a crush on me?”

The question caught her a bit by surprise but she couldn’t help but smile at his shy tone. A hint of pink decorated his cheeks.

“I do but...I’m a bit confused since it seems I might like Zoro as well.”

“We actually talked about that.”

Chiara shot Sanji a confused look, the cook was quick to explain what they had been discussing with the swordsman and apparently they had been discussing it for a while. Zoro liked her too but wanted both Sanji and her to work it out before they proposed anything. Chiara was both happy and worried. She didn’t want to disturb their already established relationship and...to be frank she felt like she was a mess. Way too much to deal with.

“I don’t want to come in between you two,” she voiced out her thoughts. “I don’t want to disturb anything.”

“You won’t.” Sanji replied, quickly. “We both care for you Chiara. Both of us and you care about both me and Zoro right?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Sanji pulled her into an embrace, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

“You don’t have to answer right now, we can talk to Zoro before you decide anything.”

Chiara nodded, happy that she could talk to both of them. After weeks of silence from Sanji, they were finally talking again. Realized that there was something more to share then friendship.

Chiara was excited of what the future held.

#one piece #one piece oc #one piece imagine #writing commission #sanji x oc #sanji x zoro #zoro x oc #hurt comfort #romance #commission

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jeffreystewart · 4 years

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Norsery Rhymes from A to Z Happy Thorsday - Dvalinn, King of the Dwarves, and Bringer of Runes Well here we are another Thor’s Day and another 20 min sketch of a Norse (and Germanic) mythological characters. This week it’s Dvalinn / Dvalin / Dvalini / Dvalins the Dwarven (Dverg / Dvergr / Dwarf). One of the Dwarves mentioned in the in the Voluspa. As well as in the Hervarar sage, and in the Sörla þáttr, and several other sources. He was a busy fellow. Known as ‘The Sleepy One’, ‘The Dormant One’, ‘The Slow One’, ‘The Delayer’, ‘The Hesitating’ and ‘The Slumbering One’. The Bringer of Runes, and Master Smith. King of the Dvergr. His name has been translated to mean ‘drowsy’, ‘sleepy’, ‘unconscious’ or ‘slow’. From the old Swedish ‘Dvala’ for sleep, and slow, or to delay, and Danish ‘Dvale’, words for sleep or unconsciousness. All of which can either be taken as a way to represent his slow and sleepy demeanor or that like many Dverg names is meant to indicate that he lives underground along with, or like the dead. He is mentioned as having a huge family with many male descendants. It’s possible to think that he also had daughters as well, which is important as Dvalinn’s daughters are mentioned in several places as being Norns (Fates). Though this is really a reference to there being specific Norns for the Dwarfs, as an aspect of the Norns that appears as Dverg. So the three Norns who governed over the fate of the Dwarves called Dvalin’s Daughters speaks to his prominence more than anything. He is mentioned as a leader and eventually a great king, who lead his people out the mountains into the wider world leading them past rocky lands, wetlands, to an eventual new kingdom in the sand. Where it’s presumed, he built a sandcastle. As the Sun is called Dvalinn’s Deceiver for it’s ability to turn some dwarves to stone. No mention of any of them turning to stone is mentioned in the Voluspa where this travel from the mountains is written. But it’s possible that during their journey some were turned to possibly turned to stone, some were not, or they traveled by night to be careful. In the end given where they ended up in the open, and given the poem not mentioning any ill fate, it’s likely these dwarves he journeyed with were not cursed by the sun. The son of Durinn / Dulinn, who is also his partner in smithing, along with his brothers Berlinger, Alfrigg, and Grerr. Much like Dainn / Dain for the elves, and Odin for the Aesir and Vanier, Dvalinn is the one who brings the knowledge of runes to the Dvergr. Dvalinn is also sometimes associated as Dainn in some stories. Not to be confused with the Stag Dainn / Dvalinn that eats the branches and leaves of Yggdrassil the world tree along with his 3 brothers. Or the Elf named Dain mentioned in the Havalmal along with Dvalinn. Dainn along with Nabbi who is Dain’s brother, and are Durin’s sons, create Freya’s metal Battle Boar Hildisvíni. Dainn is the cutter of the runes to give their creations power. Dvalin and Durinn are one day captured by the Rus King Svafrlami, who forces them to make a sword, golden hilted and guarded, with a blade that shines like inner fire and light. A sword that will never miss, and will kill with the smallest cut. But as they know that he will kill them once they are finished they curse the sword that it not only cannot harm them, but once unsheathed it must kill, and will kill whoever is most at hand until three great tragedies have been done with it. So that once finished making the sword Tryfing and the King tries to kill them with the sword they make their escape as the sword kills first embeds itself in the stone instead of them, and then kills another that is close to the king. Mentioned along with Berlinger, Alfrigg and Grerr as one of the Brisingamen. Sons of Durinn who are masters of forge and jewelers who make a necklace with endless intricacy that shines like the sun, but while still being able to see all the swirling details and runes that go on forever. Freyja comes upon the dwarves and their necklace, or torc, the Brising, the Golden Gleaming Collar. In earlier tales there’s nothing implied in Freyja’s purchase of the necklace. In later Christian versions the Dverg infamously ask for each of them to have a night with her in exchange for it. While earlier and later versions suggest Freja keeps them at bay with her wit and charm, in the priest written version Loki claims to have followed Freya and sees her payments. Loki would then tell a different version of how paid to Odin and the other gods. The mead of Poetry is called “Dvalinn’s Drink” as it was initially created by either Dvalinn or his people.

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junie-bugg · 4 years

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The Heartrender - Chapter Two: Embers

Hey everyone!

Here’s chapter two, in which a truce is struck, crude jokes are made, and we learn more of Peeta’s childhood.

You can read here on Tumblr or here on AO3 (I suggest reading on AO3 because I add a poem at the beginning of each chapter that I feel fits nicely with the story’s themes or the chapter’s plot.)

Big shoutout to my beta reader @nonbinarypeeta. You da best music💕

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Sexual Content

Relationship: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark

Tags: Enemies to Lovers, witch!Katniss, witch-hunter!Peeta, AU - Shipwrecked, AU - Fantasy, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Furs and Fires, Angst and Fluff and Smut, sexually experienced Katniss, virgin Peeta, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Loss of Virginity, Laughter During Sex, Blood and Injury, Imprisonment, Peeta has some prejudices to work out, Peeta also has an accent, Inspired by Six of Crows

Summary:

He hated her. He hated her for what she was: an abomination, a demon sent to tear at the fabric of the natural world. He hated her for making him want to laugh. He hated her for being so brazen and sensuous and everything the women of his country were never allowed to be. But mostly he hated her because he realized he didn’t hate her. Not even a little bit.

After a shipwreck has left an abducted witch and a member of the ominous Order bent on wiping out her kind stranded on the icy shores of an uninhabited land, the two must work together to survive or face tearing each other apart in the process.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

ALSO, I made a map! Yes, I am that level of writer nerd. (If you look closely, there’s a little Hunger Game’s reference in there. Let me know if you see it, lmaooo.)

Chapter Two: Embers

His commander had gone into the city for the night, leaving the crew on standby at the docks. Their ship, lovingly named The Bloody Rose, needed tending and Peeta, an exhausted soldier running on three hours of sleep, needed a drink. He longed for a pint of proper ale. Not the bitter swill that the ship’s cook had distilled.

A chilled autumn wind whistled through the harbor, jostling netted shrouds and furled sails. The white and blue flag of Sjorkden snapped proudly above the crow’s nest where Thomas Jaclin quietly kept watch. There was a muted hush about the night, as if the world were holding its breath in anticipation, knowing something was about to happen. At this point, with his chores done and nothing left for him to do except lose another round of cards or go off to bed, Peeta wished something would.

He was nursing a cup of moonshine and chatting with his friend, Yasser Pjengo, when they heard the sounds of a scuffle. He and Yasser crossed the deck and looked down onto the dock that the ship was moored to.

There, struggling to drag someone up the gangplank, was the commander.

“Commander on deck!” Peeta announced with all the authority he could muster, hoping his voice carried down to the lower levels to rouse the men from their games. Peeta had only recently been promoted to lieutenant, and he was going to prove he deserved it. He felt a rush of pride swell within him when the crew emerged from their sleeping quarters, blinking both the mist of alcohol and the gleam of gambling from their eyes.

Commander Snow was of medium height with a thick beard and hard blue eyes. Though the hairs at his temples were gray, the way he carried himself was young. He spoke softly but commanded the kind of respect that caused listeners to lean in and catch every word. He now dragged a young girl with him onto the ship. Her red dress was torn and low cut, revealing the hollow between her breasts. A few strands of hair had been pulled from a tar-black braid to hang limply in front of her face. She had a blooming bruise on her jaw and a cut above her eye but otherwise seemed unharmed.

“Men! Say hello to our newest addition. From what I’ve seen so far, she’s sure to be a feisty one.”

Some of the crew had laughed and hooted, including Peeta, but the girl snarled as she twisted and spat in the commander’s face. In return he sent a heavy punch to her gut, causing her to whimper and double over in pain.

“I have to warn you all. This here is no ordinary witch. She’s a Heartrender.”

Peeta sucked in a breath and felt a chill pass through the assembled crew like a breeze passes through dead grass.

“A Heartrender…”

“One of her kind cursed my uncle. Turned his feet backward.”

“I heard they could snap your neck with a flick of a finger.”

“They don’t just stop hearts. They cut them out and eat them.”

Peeta had heard of Krellian Heartrenders. The rarest of the witches, Heartrenders could use their magic to manipulate bodies: peel the flesh from bone, collapse lungs, knot intestines, burst eyes in their sockets. He could only imagine what she would unleash upon them if her hands weren’t locked into those metal hand caps.

Snow cleared his throat to quiet the men. A hush fell over the deck.

“I see you’ve all heard the stories. If you let her out of those shackles, we’re all dead. I want at least one guard on her at all times.” His eyes shifted to Peeta in the front row. “Mellark, you take the first watch. Gerholt will take over at midnight, then Dawson, then Pjengo. This will be a rotating schedule. You’ll all get a chance with her before this voyage is over.” He twisted her arm, throwing her into the semicircle that Peeta and the crew had formed around them. She collapsed onto her stomach, a wilted heap of red dress and chains. “Now get her out of my sight.”

Peeta and a few others bent down to lift her up as the commander retired to his quarters, but she swung out her arms to ward them off.

“Don’t touch me,” she spat in Krellian.

“Get up and walk or I’ll drag you, witch. Your choice,” Peeta growled. His accent was thick, but he knew by the way her nostrils flared that she’d understood him.

She stayed crouched on the ground, her metal covered hands in her lap.

Peeta’s anger erupted.

“Fine,” he snapped. He wrenched her off the floor, threw her over his shoulder, and listened to her screams the entire way down to the brig.

During their slumber, the witch had commandeered his arm.

She lay sound asleep, his bicep propped under her cheek like a pillow. He only awoke when his hand had gone numb, the blood trapped, circling and pricking within his fingers like a swarm of wasps scrabbling to get out from under his skin. He watched the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the pulse that fluttered at her temple. She looked peaceful. Almost innocent. But he knew what she was really capable of.

Her head smacked the ground with a dull thud when he took his arm back.

“Ow!”

The witch glared at him as he massaged the feeling back into his palm. She made it a point to rub the tender spot on her head dramatically so that he’d feel bad.

It didn’t work.

“Get up,” he rumbled.

The witch turned over and curled in on herself. “Five more minutes.”

He rose from the nest of furs, grabbing one and wrapping it around his waist to cover his nakedness, then moved to sweep the curtain out of the doorway. From the watery yellow sun high in the sky, he determined it was noon.

“Get up,” he growled again, injecting more anger into his tone. “We need to keep moving.”

“Why? We found shelter,” the furry lump on the ground said.

“If we want to find civilization we’re going to have to move. We need to get home as soon as possible.”

She turned on her side and rested her head in her hand. Her eyes gleamed like freshly polished silver in the light pouring past the curtain. “You’re letting me go home?”

“I meant my home,” he corrected, allowing the curtain to fall and shrouding them in dusk-like darkness once more.

There was a tense moment where both knew the time to act was upon them. Either kill the other or let them live. Both were risks. If Peeta killed the Heartrender, he’d be left to fend for himself. There’d be no magic to keep his blood warm. But if he hesitated and let her live in the hopes that he could return her to Sjorkden and have her tried for witchcraft, there was a chance she’d kill him down the line. It would be so easy to reach out and crush her windpipe, deaden those bright eyes, neutralize the threat. She may have magic but she couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. Peeta had height, strength, and military training on his side. He was arrogant enough to assume the odds were in his favor.

He thought she was thinking along the same lines because she eyed his muscles warily. He was broad-shouldered and obscenely muscular, the product of a decade doing hard physical training at the academy. She couldn’t crush his heart if he lashed out and stalled her hands first. He may be heavy but he was surprisingly quick. After all, he hadn’t become a witcher for nothing.

She pursed her lips as if considering something. “I think we’d both sleep better at night if we made a truce.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Your word is as valuable as a campfire is to a fish.”

She scowled slightly, a deep line forming between her furrowed brows. “This isn’t a promise that I’ll never harm you, just as I know you won’t agree to never harm me. You are a witch hunter after all. Bloodshed is your life. But let’s make a pact that until we make it out of this, we help each other.” She paused a beat and looked away as if ashamed. “After that, all bets are off.”

Peeta had nodded, but this truce didn’t mean he trusted her to stick to it. In fact, it made him even more suspicious of her. What kind of demon agreed to the drawing out her own demise? He thought her gamble unwise and surmised she had some angle to play against him. He’d have to be especially careful from here on out.

They faced away from each other and put their clothes on quietly. She still wore the red dress, the one from The Bloody Rose. It looked looser on her now, but the sleeves were elegant, poufed at the shoulders, and fitted down to the wrists. The skirt was still full, even after she had spent so much time sitting in her cell and thrashing about in the sea. She would have looked ready for a party if the dress wasn’t so dirty and torn.

She caught him watching her and winked. “Like what you see?” She twirled and the skirt flared like the petals of a blooming rose, twisting and shimmering in the low light.

Peeta grunted as he did the last button on his dusky blue jacket. His undershirt was still damp against his skin. “It doesn’t fit you where it counts.” He gestured towards her breasts.

She had snorted then, happily surprised he was loosening up.

They set out with empty hands, only having the clothes on their backs and the furs wrapped around their shoulders. The witch had taken a liking to the black one. She stroked it between her thumb and forefinger like a child would clutch to a blanket for comfort.

The briny scent of the sea permeated the air and even so high up as they were on the cliffside, Peeta felt the fine spray of the waves collect on his cheeks. The constant rushing of wind blew his hair back and whipped the fur about his shoulders.

They had been walking for hours when the witch asked, “What do you miss most about home?”

Peeta wished they could just be quiet.

“A bed to myself.”

“Right,” the witch crowed wickedly. “I can feel how much you hate sleeping next to me. I felt it pressing into my hip last night.”

Peeta’s cheeks flushed scarlet. He had never been with a woman. He was a member of the Order: chaste until he earned his talisman and won the right to choose a wife. For his service to the Order he’d be allowed the hand of a nobleman’s daughter. Pretty, young Sjorkden maidens with hair of palest gold and soft, supple bodies. Daughters of the nation raised in the ways of womanly charm and domestic knowledge, basket weaving and child-rearing, dancing and singing and carving.

He had been dreaming of what his future wife would look like, what their first carnal encounters would entail, the holy honor in producing a child. As a father, a former witcher, and the husband to a woman with status, he would be granted an official seat on the council of Rjaka. His first solid foothold on the ladder of power. It was a lower rung, but it was a start. If only he could get back to his post and fulfill his service, then he would be given his freedom and permitted to marry.

Those dreams, full of glory, sex, and fatherhood, were the source of his arousal and frustrations, not the witch’s soft skin against his body. Her deep complexion and ebony hair were not of Sjorkden. Her lips were too large, her nose too wide, her body too slender and bony. She looked as if she had spent years scrounging about for meals, with ribs and hips that protruded like sticks in a canvas bag. He liked rounded women with pillowy bosoms, not scrawny little birds.

Or so he told himself.

“Why do you say such lewd things?”

“Because I can. And because I like when you turn red. It does wonders for that pale complexion of yours, valkrӕlla.”

Valkrӕlla.

Barbarian.

“You’re disgusting.”

“You like it,” she teased and continued walking, swaying her hips beneath the cloak of fur clasped at her throat and sweeping a glossy curtain of hair over her shoulder. Even here, in the permafrost fields of the tundra, she still smelled of moss and jasmine, as if the misty forests of Krell dwelled within her pores.

Peeta scowled. He hated her. He hated her for what she was: an abomination, a demon sent to tear at the fabric of the natural world. He hated her for making him want to laugh. He hated her for being so brazen and sensuous and everything the women of his country were never allowed to be. But mostly he hated her because he realized he didn’t hate her.

Not even a little bit.

They walked in the hopes of finding a fishing village, or maybe a trading outpost, somewhere with an inn they could stay at. But as the day dragged on and the sun dipped precariously close to the sea, Peeta started losing hope. The witch stumbled behind him, making her way over embedded boulders and paling tufts of dead brush sticking out from the snowbanks. She squinted against the burning red sunset staining the landscape in bleeding color.

“Maybe we should head back,” she said, though they both knew this wasn’t an option. They were many hours from the whaling camp and turning around now meant they’d just be back at square one, with no food and no fire.

Peeta hadn’t been hungry last night, but his adrenaline had burned off, leaving his body weak and watery. He salivated at the thought of rosemary crusted mutton and boiled potatoes, buttered peas in ceramic crockery, honeyed mead, and angel cake with lemon filling. What he wouldn’t give to be back in the vast stone dining hall of the academy, laughing with Yasser through full mouths of meat and drink. After a feast, all the boys would tell stories in large circles or spar each other for prizes. Peeta had been one of the best hand-to-hand fighters among his peers and as such had accumulated a treasure trove of their makeshift awards. The wishbone of a chicken. A fork with a bent prong. A pearl someone had found in an oyster. When he had tired of winning, he would climb the stone steps to his dormitory and sleep dreamlessly on a goose down mattress. He’d wake to the rising sun and Yasser’s deep snores and know that he’d have a day of training ahead of him. Advanced lessons in combat, weapons handling and upkeep, survival skills, sailing, and instruction on foreign languages. He was a well oiled hunting machine, as he was raised to be by the masters.

But that was the past, a boyhood he would never return to. Peeta was a man now, and nobody was coming to instruct him. He was on his own.

Well, not entirely. He looked back at the witch. Her skin glowed deep bronze in the fading light and her dark hair whipped loosely about her angled face. She caught his eye and winked.

No, he thought grimly. I am not alone.

Peeta had only been seasick once. It had been his first time on a ship, sailing from his birthplace to his new home. As the other boys “oohed” and “aahed” at the gray stone towers of the academy rising up from the mists, Peeta had vomited over the banister.

The others had made fun of him for it. Groups targeted him in the corridors, tripping him or pulling on his hair. Others mocked him, knocked him down hard in training, and then pretended to retch dramatically as he struggled to his feet, fighting to hold back tears. They called him ‘Greenie’, for the color of his skin on that first voyage.

It was better than ‘runt’ but he still resented himself for it, ashamed he had shown weakness. He trained hard after that, alone if he had to. Classes would be over, dinner would be served in the great hall, but the masters would find him in the training rooms practicing his punches on a dummy, or throwing knives, or moving through his stances with a blade. The hours of solitude paid off, and once the students were old enough to compete for rank in the sparring circles, no one came close to Peeta’s brutal technique or raw ferocity.

And after he broke Geoff Tonson’s leg, no one ever called him ‘Greenie’ again.

Peeta climbed down into the bowels of the ship, feeling the slight sway of the ocean lapping against the hull as he descended. The Heartrender had been on board for two weeks now and hadn’t earned her sealegs. He shriveled his nose as he came upon her cell. The acrid scent of vomit filled the compartment.

“Time to switch?” Wilhelm asked from his seat in the corner.

Peeta nodded. He hated guarding the Heartrender. She was in her own cell, isolated from the other witches he and the crew had captured. At least when you guarded the others you could eavesdrop on their conversations. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Wilhelm Larone, a fresh-faced recruit on his first-ever witcher voyage, rose and stretched languidly. He hadn’t been able to grow a full beard, but his top lip held some promising peach fuzz. “I thought a Heartrender would be more entertaining,” he said, his dark eyes sparkling as a thought occurred to him. “Hey!” He rattled her bars. “Lift up your dress.”

The witch slumped in the corner, her skin waxy and coated in a film of sweat. Her hair was matted and oily. She blinked slowly at the wall and ignored Wilhelm’s racket.

He sighed like a disappointed child at the zoo. “I thought the commander said she was feisty.”

“That was before she had vomit on her dress,” Peeta said dryly.

The witch responded to Peeta’s voice, turning her head slightly to watch him between lanky strands of hair. A chill ran down Peeta’s spine at the intensity of her gaze. They hadn’t spoken since the first night when he had thrown her over his shoulder and dragged her into this very cell, but she remembered him.

Peeta tore his eyes away.

Wilhelm had placed his foot on the lowest step, moving to leave when she croaked: “Water.”

“When was the last time she was fed?” Peeta asked.

Wilhelm turned, a confused look on his face. “I don’t know. Ask the commander.”

“At least get her a cup of water before you go to bed. We want to keep her alive for the trial.”

Wilhelm smiled wickedly. “I have a better idea.” He jumped off the stairs and sauntered over to the Heartrender’s cell once more. “You thirsty, witch? Here, drink up.”

Peeta watched in horror as Wilhelm unbuttoned his pants and began pissing through her cell bars. Wilhelm’s eyes, which Peeta thought were too far apart in his head, darted up to the older man’s face. “You owe me two gold pieces if I can get it in her mouth.”

The witch made a strangled sound of disgust and tried to move away, but she was already in the corner. There was nowhere to go and her dress was soon soaked a deeper red.

“That’s enough,” Peeta said, but Wilhelm’s stream only grew stronger. “I said that’s enough!” he barked and shoved Wilhelm away.

In his surprise, Wilhelm sprayed the wall. “Damn, Mellark. It's a joke. Dawson’s right. You are no fun.” He shook the last drops of piss from his cock and then stuffed himself back into his pants. He turned to the witch and winked. “Maybe next time you can drink straight from the source. If you promise not to bite of course.” He then fixed his uniform and lumbered up the stairs. Peeta watched him and his half-mustache go.

“Krą khiăh,” she whispered after the creaking of Wilhelm’s steps faded.

Thank you.

“I didn’t do it for you,” Peeta snapped. “It was unsanitary, and your kind deserves hellfire, not some quiet death on a ship.”

Peeta spent the remainder of the night sitting on the chair in the corner, breathing in the scents of piss and vomit and misery. He hid his annoyance when the witch started sobbing.

But the next time he reported for guard duty, he brought her a cup of water.

#The Heartrender #everlark #everlark fanfiction #everlark fanfic #everlark smut #thg #thg fanfic #Fantasy AU #witch!Katniss #witch-hunter!Peeta #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games

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The Roll of Thunder -4

A Thor x Reader and later some Loki x Reader story

Summary: After Frigga’s and Loki’s deaths, Thor struggles with his grief and blames himself for the loss. Barely able to manage his emotions, the god helps the other heros on Earth so that he can stay away from Asgard - a place which only reminds him of his pain. When the team acquires a golden sphere from a mission, however, Thor is forced to deal with his past. She has black hair, pale skin and a pair of emerald eyes which haunt the god in his dreams. Could she be Loki?

Warnings: non-con in later chapters

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Thor looked down upon the unconscious woman at his feet and was about to act when suddenly a fist collided with his jaw, painfully stealing his balance. “Can't you leave her alone for just one evening!!” Rarely did the Captain's fury come forth but he had certain moral principles and rules, overstepping them wasn't acceptable. The Kitten lay motionless on the floor and from her position, one could easily assume that Thor had hit her.

“Jesus, Thor, I knew you could be rude but hurting a defenseless woman?” he added but the god was still too dizzy from the punch to reply. Thor rubbed his throbbing jaw while Steve quickly knelt down and picked the woman up. “I had no hand in this!” Thor finally stumbled when Steve stood up again, glaring at him before he turned and marched towards the elevator. Silence had flooded the entire room, oppressing every other sound and all the horrified guests had watched this bizarre scene, their gazes following the enraged Captain and the little woman swaying in his massive arms.

Down in the lab, Bruce run some standard health-tests while Steve paced restlessly across the room. The Kitten lay unconscious on the large metal table, some wires attached to her arms and forehead and Natasha gently lifted her right arm to examine the golden scales. There were more on her shoulder-blade and when the red-head half-turned the Kitten on the table she gasped at what she saw. Her whole back was covered in golden scales, sparkling in the dim-lit lab. When she put the Kitten back on the table, some strands of black hair slipped over her ear, revealing it's pointy end.

“Guys...?” Bruce and Steve walked over, alarmed by her call and their eyes widened too at the obvious changes to the woman's body. “It seems like she's still growing...” Steve rubbed the back of his neck in confusion while Bruce leaned down to have a better look at the scales.

“Marvelous... She's definitely special in every aspect. We need to run some more tests.” The scientist said while readjusting his glasses. The prospect of more wires and needles around the Kitten didn't please Natasha in any way, had she herself some gruesome memories of similar situations. Additionally, she didn't trust Tony's skills and intentions, especially when he had the chance to tamper with a strange creature as her – luckily he wouldn't miss his own party. But on the other hand, they needed to gather information about their guest and since the Kitten refused to talk, tests were the only option available.

“Ok, but we need to do something about Thor.” All three looked at each other seriously but none had a concrete solution at hand. “We can't let him near her again.” *** About an hour later, when Bruce was done with his tests and he and Natasha decided to join the party again, Steve volunteered to carry the Kitten back to Natasha's room. Light as a feather she lay in his arms, curled up as if his presence meant safety to her and when he put her on the soft couch she reluctantly slipped from his grasp. Admittedly, Steve had grown fond of the little female over the past week. She was so pure, so innocent and without fault yet she had to experience horror and fear every time she met the Thunderer. Steve couldn't understand the god's grudge against her and honestly, he was still angry at Thor for treating her so rudely. And deep inside him, as it was his nature, Steve felt the need to protect the Kitten, to never let anyone harm her again. Thus he sat down on the couch beside her sleeping form and pulled her into a gentle embrace without waking her. “I will protect you.” he whispered into her pointy ear before he closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep slumber.

The faint sound of someone else's breath woke the Kitten in the middle of the night ands her eyes shot open immediately. She barely remembered what had happened at the party and at first she panicked when she felt those big arms slung around her body. However, when she realized it was not Thor but Steve who pressed himself against her back she relaxed and closed her eyes, snuggling up against his broad chest and inhaling his scent before she fell asleep again.

*** “Good morning, Captain Teddybear!” Was the first thing Steve heard when he entered the kitchen area, his limbs still stiff from sleeping on the narrow couch. Being too tired for Tony's mocking he just rolled his eyes and walked towards the coffee machine. But the faint pink on the Captains' cheeks didn't elude Natashas' eyes when he passed. “It was late and I was drunk...” Steve replied while filling his cup with the dark liquor, hoping to be rid of his hangover soon. “That's how most of my stories begin!” As if the alcohol from last night had been flushed out of his organism completely, Tony sat casually at the dining-table and grinned from one ear to another. “You seem to have found yourself a nice cuddly toy?” “Quit it, Stark.” Not ready to deal with the cunning scientist this early, Steve shallowed down the coffee, then grabbed two plates full of biscuits and fruit and headed towards Natasha's room. “I like it, you know.” Clint said when the Captain was beyond ear-shot, gaining himself a puzzled look from Tony. “The 'man out of time' together with the 'woman out of a ball', huh? Isn't he a little bit too old for her?” “Well, we don't know how old she is precisely.” Bruce commented, slicing a ripe pear. “Sir, the results of the tests are available.” As soon as Jarvis said those words, Tony was on his feet and hurried towards the elevator. “What are we waiting for?!”

Five minutes later, the whole team, except for Steve was gathered in the lab, waiting impatiently for the results to be revealed. Even Thor had joined them, being too curious to stay at his room. “Report Jarvis!” “Yes, Sir. All vital signs are within a normal range for humans, noting exceptional and her body functions are equivalent to those of a human.” “And what about the scales?” Tony asked, not less tensed as the others were. “They are similar to reptile scales, however coated in vanadium and gold just like the sphere she emerged from. From the scans of the sphere it can be assumed that it is approximately over a thousand years old and although 'the Kitten' was born only days ago, the cells of her body have an age of about 25 years.” Everyone was silent, each wondering about what the AI had just said and Bruce walked over to the laptop to survey the results closer. “Fascinating... at such a speed...” “The fever attack was most likely connected to the subsequent growth spurt. And her cells are still very productive, suggesting that she will develop further.” Jarvis added while Tony joined Bruce behind the laptop. Thereupon, the Avengers started a heated discussion about the Kitten again, whether to perform further tests or what else could be done in order to discover the whole truth behind her. At least they knew for certain that she wasn't human and that there would be more surprising changes to her soon. But how to proceed, they didn't know. Exhausted and annoyed from the quarreling, Tony was about to banish everyone from his lab when Jarvis interrupted him. “One more thing, Sir. … The Kitten, her whole body emits very similar frequencies as does the scepter or Mjolnir.” A cold shudder ran down the Thunderer's spine as there was only one word spinning in his mind: Magic. And the one at hand was definitely of a strong kind if it truly resembled his hammer and Loki's scepter.

But does this imply that she is from Asgard? Could it be? Thor thought to himself as he crossed the lab and walked over to the opened golden sphere, examining the engravings thoroughly. If only I had paid more attention during our history lessons... Loki would have been able to read them for sure...Now there is only one who can help us.

Slowly Thor piled the petal like remains of the sphere and picked them up before the others noted. “What are you doing, Thor?” Clint said and suddenly everyone looked at the god suspiciously as one could never know what he was up to these days.

“If there is magic within her, she might be more dangerous than we could imagine and we are in dire need of the truth. These engravings might provide the key that we lack to uncover her secrets and there is but one who can grasp their meaning.” Thor's voice was low and commanding, leaving no option to argue with his decision to leave so his friends didn't stop him when he strode towards the balcony door. Seconds later, with his hammer risen to the sky, calling for the golden gatekeeper, the Thunderer was engulfed by white light. Then he was gone. *** Just ignore their gossip, Steve thought when he entered Natasha's room where found the Kitten already awake, sitting on the couch and smiling at him. "Here's your breakfast! Eat up, little Kitten!" he said as he handed her the plate, her smile widening at the gesture and Steve found himself lost in her sparkling eyes for a moment. Before he even realized he blushed slightly and quickly averted his gaze, focusing hard onto the biscuits on his plate while he sat down beside her. What a fruitless attempt to calm his nerves! Moved by his kindness, the black-haired woman leaned over and planted a feathery kiss onto the Captain's cheek which turned a strong shade of crimson in return when he realized what this soft touch had been. Being too perplex to usher any words, Steve stayed silent while they ate but occasionally he dared to look at her for a split second, his heart skipping a beat at her sight. She was truly beautiful, every move so smooth and graceful, her complexion stainless like porcelain while her shiny hair was black as night. And then there were her eyes, those deep pools of various shades of green which sparkled differently depending on the light. Admittedly, they were similar to the Tricksters' but there was one essential difference which Steve realized for the first time now.

There is no evil in her eyes... No sin has spoiled her yet.

The Captain was raised in a devout family, his faith in God being imperturbable and thus he also believed in the devil, or evil per se. And from all the childhood stories and pictures he remembered, pointed ears and a snake (or its scales) were a sign of Lucifer himself. An inner conflict spread in his mind and qualms poisoned his thoughts but when the Kitten looked at him, smiling ever so sweetly, his mental storm cleared completely. *** With long strides the God of Thunder strode through the vast hallways of the golden palace, a place of legends and myths, a place of glory and deepest sorrow, his home. The guards bowed as they opened the large door for Thor to pass, like they had done so many times before and as he walked further into the room he remembered one particular day of his past. It should have been the day of his triumph but it was the start of his family's downfall. Proudly and arrogantly he had crossed the room full of cheering citizens, his ego bloated by their flattering and when he reached the far end he was welcomed by friendly faces. Today he hurried across the marble floor, his expression stern and full of concern, and the once vivid throne room was deathly silent, the memories of happier times paining the god. However, on both days the end was the same: he knelt to one man in front of him. “Father.”

#thorxreader #loki x reader #the roll of thunder #romance and drama #fanfic

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harrypotterwholock · 4 years

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Nothing to hide

Summary:

Imagine Sherlock finding out about your eating disorder and comforting you.

~Trigger warning for eating disorders, self harm and implied sexual abuse~

She stuck her sore fingers down her throat as she heard a loud bang at the end of the corridor. Sherlock must’ve come off of his heroine trip earlier than she had anticipated. Quickly she flushed the toilet and washed out her mouth with mouth wash to cover up the smell of vomit. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed that her eyes were bloodshot from the violent vomiting. They looked huge in her face, her cheekbones sticking out, just like the other bones of her body. An hour earlier she had fallen back into old behaviors, bingeing on all of the food she found in their cupboards. It took a good half an hour to rid herself of the junk she had ingested and her knuckles were red and raw. Outside of the bathroom door Sherlock went into the kitchen, probably to make himself a cuppa tea. Anxiously she took a last glance at her reflection in the mirror and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Sherlock, dear, are you up already? I thought you’d be knocked out until tomorrow noon at least." She said, watching him sit in his armchair with his eyes closed. "Yes darling, I estimated that as well, but it seems like Wiggins has made a fault during the production process." he answered. As he said this, he snapped open his eyes and scanned her over, leaning back in his chair. "I’m going to need some time to settle, sweetheart. Why don’t you go out with a couple of your girl friends?" "Oh, thats a lovely idea Sherlock, but I’m having a bit of a migraine today. I think I’m gonna go to my room and read a bit. Get some rest, darling"

Sherlock didn’t answer as he was already in his own world, fingers propped up against his chin. Hurriedly, in an attempt to flee this encounter as fast as possible, she retreated into my room and let herself fall onto her bed. The silken sheets, printed with flowers, were soft against her skin and gave her a piece of comfort in her woeful state of mind. Curling up under the covers, she looked up at the water stained ceiling and began to cry silently. Didn’t he notice the amount of distress she was in? It was very unlikely that a genius like him wasn’t able to deduce what had happened from her physical symptoms. In this moment, she felt more alone than she had in the last ten years, ever since she befriended John and Sherlock, who freed her out of her miserable world.

For years she had been abused by her boyfriend, being hit, kicked, yelled at and forced to have sex with him. On a particularly bad occasion, neighbors had heard her screams and called the police. The officers came accompanied by Sherlock and John, who had offered her to come to their apartment, as she had no family she could have turned to. At first, Sherlock wasn’t too keen on having his routines disrupted by an intruder and, because of this, decided to ignore her completely. However, as she and John got to know each other and Sherlock eavesdropped on their conversations, he got interested in her and got jealous. It was just the second time he had shown interest in any woman who wasn’t his mother, the first being Irene Adler. Her appeal to him laid in her intelligence and expertise, as she was a well known mathematician. Since then, she had helped him with a few of his cases, calculating probabilities and running simulations for him.

She thought back at all the things, he and John had done for her to help her build a new and stable life and immediately felt guilty for falling back into her harmful behaviors. She hadn’t made herself throw up or cut herself for almost two years and never in the presence of John or Sherlock. Anxiously, she thought about the consequences she would get into if Sherlock found out about her ill behaviors. She pressed her fingernails into her skin until it bled to alleviate some of the emotional pressure.

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Sherlock on the other hand sat in the living room and reviewed all of the things he noticed about Evelyn in his mind palace. What had he noticed about her? Unfortunately his mind was still mildly foggy from the drugs he had indulged in the night before. Surely there had been something off about her behavior. Normally, she would complain about his drug habit and would urge him to pursue a drug withdrawal. Today however, she had been urgently trying to get away from him, to withdraw herself from his deductive gaze.

He remembered some physical abnormalities about her: Her eyes were red and her salivary glands swollen. Sherlock reprimanded himself for not looking at her more closely, but he had still been in a state of dream. "Well, I will have to get a look at her then." he thought. "Evy, would you like to order something for lunch today? How about Chinese?" he called after her.

She didn’t answer him. Now suspicious, he wandered off towards her door and cracked the door open just enough to be able to get a look at her bed. Evelyn was curled up in a fetal position under the covers, her chest rising and falling heavily. The sight made Sherlocks heart ache and twist. Hesitantly, he opened the door completely and approached his girlfriend. "Evy, are you all right? What’s going on?" He asked worriedly. Startled she turned around to face him, wiping her face, so as to not let him see her weakness. "Sure, Sherl, everything’s ok. I’ve just got a bad headache, that’s all." He watched her closely and sat down next to her on the bed, brushing her sweaty hair out of her face. "Do you want anything? I wanted to ask you if you fancy a cuppa tea or some Chinese for lunch?" A panicky expression flashed over her face, but she regained her composure back almost immediately. Of course Sherlock had observed her reaction. "No thanks, dear. I’m feeling a bit nauseous today." "Should I stay with you for a bit and comfort you?" he asked, taking her hand from under the blanket. He shot a glance at her hand, to confirm his deductions. "When were you planning to tell me about your relapse?" Wide-eyed she looked at him. "What do you mean with „relapsed“? I’m just having a bad day!" She told him sharply. He gripped her hand and turned it upwards "Do you really think I’d miss these signs? I’m not an imbecile, so don’t lie to me! You have the Russells signs, and your salivary glands are swollen. To me, the situation is clear. So why don’t you speak it out yourself?" "I don’t want to speak it out. I haven’t done it in years, so technically I’m recovered" "You call this recovered?" He snarled. "You should accept that you have a problem!" "I should admit that I have a problem? Why don’t you start to work on your drug addiction first? MY addiction certainly isn’t as harmful as yours!" Sherlocks gaze turned soft and he leaned forward. His voice turned to a soft whisper. "Is it not? You’ve gotten smaller and smaller over the last weeks and if you plan to throw up the rest of the little food you’re eating, you’re going to starve to death. And believe me, I myself have eaten little food during my drug sprees."

Evelyn began to cry silently, her shoulders rising and falling fast. She hiccuped as she tried to stifle a sob. Sherlock lifted up the blanket and crawled into the bed next to her. Carefully he wrapped his arms around her and drew her head into his chest. Trying to calm her, he rocked her back and forth.

"Shhh, it’s going to be okay, sweetheart, you needn’t worry about any of it. I love you, no matter what. In my eyes, you're beautiful just the way you are. I primarily love you for your intelligence and your vast personality, not for your looks or body. It tortures me to see you unhappy about something so unimportant" Lovestruck, he trailed the lines of her lips and her cheekbones with his fingers. He drew her closer to him and moved his hands on her back in circles. "I know it’s silly, it’s just that my family has always let me think I was never good enough for them. I always thought I could only be loved if I satisfied their expectations." "Don’t ever think you aren’t good enough for me. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. If it wasn’t for you, I think I would have already turned towards criminality, to distract myself from the mundane world" He kissed her softly and ran his fingers through her auburn hair. Peacefully they laid together until the sun set and they both fell into a quiet slumber.

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anothercouch · 4 years

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A Pair of Wings - Chapter 9

Angelmont is a dazzling kingdom for aspiring angel hunters and sorcerers alike. Though, when Logan finally sees the dark truth of this beautiful place, he’s casted out and labeled the local lunatic of the kingdom. He saw no logic in angel hunting and its cruel practices. Now he’s determined to prove them wrong, but after nearly ten years wasting away in a forest and losing hope, he’s on the brink of throwing his invention away. That is, until a curious angel falls from the sky right in front of him.

Word Count: 3.2k

tw: cursing, implied self harm

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The sun started to rise from its slumber, illuminating Angelmont as Logan paced around in his cabin. He’d been up since five in the morning, making sure every single detail of Virgil’s new prosthetic wing was perfect. It took a week of nonstop labor to make it and he used up almost all of his leather. He wasn’t sure where he’d get more leather for his own artificial wings, but at this point, all he cared about was fixing the wrongs he’d done to Virgil. To be honest, making their wing was much more tiring than making ones for himself. Not a clue nor hint told him why his heart ached, but it at least made him less sensitive to the weight it bore on his chest while completing the wing.

A knock rang through the cabin, making Logan stop his pacing. He took a deep breath in as he walked over to the door, and, with a bit of hesitance, he opened it. There he was greeted with Virgil, their presence heightening the jitteriness he felt at his core. Though, he made sure to keep his composure. He promised he’d finish the prosthetic wing today, and he didn’t want his mood to give off the impression that it wasn’t done. Soon, a smile forced on his face as he looked at Virgil.

“Good morning, Virgil,” Logan said.

“Good morning,” Virgil started, his wing scrunching up, “So, is my wing ready?” There was an excitement in their eyes that contrasted their nervous movements.

“Of course, stay outside and I’ll bring it out.”

Logan walked over to his big desk which had Virgil’s new wing next to his soon-to-be-complete wings. For a second, he froze in place as his core shook. A flood of guilt weighed down his heart as that familiar horrific scene of that child bleeding to death flashed in his mind. He thanked the heavens that they were now away from the door, outside waiting for him. He didn’t want them to see him so frazzled and unfocused. Though soon, the crackle from the fire brought him back to reality and he took in a deep breath just how Virgil taught him. The fresh air coming through the doorway filled every nook and cranny of his tired lungs, bringing him some peace. Soon, he looked over to the new wing and grabbed it, walking outside to Virgil.

Logan saw Virgil inspecting and rubbing the inside of their wing, though it shut close as he approached them, figuring they must’ve heard him come outside. He stepped down the stairs and on to the forest floor where they were.

“Are you ready? We can go over the spell again if you want.”

Virgil turned around to face Logan, holding on to their wing but soon closing it up again. A weariness shone in their eyes though he assumed they were just nervous like usual.

“No, I’m uh good…”

“Alright then, I’ll show you how to put the wing on and you can start flying.”

Virgil just gave Logan a nod and he took that as his cue to start. He went over to their back, explaining how it worked and how to properly fit it. With a gentle hand, he opened up the leather, and fit the stub of muscle inside. A wave of guilt panged at him as he touched the muscle, knowing he did this to them. All he hoped now was that this new wing would make up for his actions. Maybe he didn’t even need to tell Virgil the truth. If this worked, they’d be able to fly again as if nothing ever happened. Once their muscle was attached to the leather wing, he took the rest of the leather that resembled a vest and started to maneuver the hole in the vest over their other wing.

“Virgil, could you move your wing a bit?”

There was a silence between them until Virgil spoke.

“Sure…” they said, hesitance in their voice.

Soon, they opened their wing just enough to get it through the small hole in the vest. Logan looked at it, something catching his eye on Virgil’s wing, but once the wing was through the hole, it scrunched up again. His eyes darted up and down it, trying to find whatever it was that he saw, but, except for the large scar, their wing looked just fine. Perhaps they were just tired, plus, it was quite late for them. He couldn’t blame them for wanting more time to sleep as he was tired himself, but he wanted to make sure both of them would be safe, and he didn’t want them to worry about any angel hunters seeing them. The leather wing laid limp on the grassy floor as the sky turned a bright red and orange behind the both of them. A warmth spread across his body, putting him at some ease helping them put it on. Soon, he walked over to the front, now facing Virgil. Their head turned away, a light red dotting their face as he looked up at them. Somehow, their reaction made him warm up even more, though, he soon shook his head and looked back down at the vest, trying to concentrate. With a bit of hesitance, he started to button the vest up. It made his face somewhat hot and tingly, though he pushed those emotions away. Once he was done, he looked up at them once more.

“Does it fit well?” Logan asked.

“Yep, this works,” Virgil said, walking around a bit, “Seems light enough to fly in.”

“Good, now, all you need to do is perform the spell I thought you to use the other wing.”

“Right…”

A wind blew past both of them, making the trees rustle in the distance. The light from the sun started to light the beautiful mountains as Virgil closed their eyes and concentrated on the spell. Time froze for Logan as he gazed in awe at them, ripples of energy flowing from the earth into their body. The energy turned a dark purple that matched their fur and feathers and it climbed up their body like vines on a tree. It reached up to their legs and soon into the rest of their body, a purple field of light swirling around them. His mouth dropped open at the beauty before him, some of the energy gracing his body as he stood at a distance. It’d been a while since watching anyone perform this marvelous but simple spell, and it brought him a touch of nostalgia. Soon, Virgil’s leather wing started to glow purple, the energy tracing through their body and into the metal of the wing. Slowly, it started to raise up from the grass, and folded to match the other wing. Soon, the purple faded, the new wing now in place.

Virgil’s eyes went wide with awe as they walked around with the leather wing. Soon, they tried moving it, the wing now opening up. Logan watched as they fiddled with it, opening, and closing it. A fat smile spread across his face, enjoying their reactions of amazement. His body shook at how happy they looked, just glad everything was working out so far. Another breeze blew by, the sky starting to shift from a bright orange to a light blue. A shadow casted in front of Virgil as they looked and touched their new wing.

“Can- Can I…”

“Go ahead…” Logan said as he stepped out of the way, making room for Virgil to fly.

An audible gulp came from Virgil as they looked up to the mountains. They took in a deep breath, a nervous look spreading across their face. All of a sudden, they turned back around to face Logan as they coward a bit.

“You'll be fine, and I'm here if you need me,” Logan said, confidence in his voice.

Virgil sighed and nodded as he looked back up to the mountains beyond. Their hair flowed in the wind along with their feathers and fur. It was a perfect day to go flying. The mountains in the background with the trees in front painted the terrain with them standing in the middle, looking up at it all. Logan’s heart raced in anticipation, waiting for them to start flying. His whole body shook from the wind and his excitement pulsing through him. Time slowed down as they soon opened up their wings and dashed through the clearing. The echoes of their flapping wings rang through his ears as they tried to take off. His eyes widened and his heart banged at his chest as Virgil lifted off the ground. Higher and higher they went, catching the wind in their wings. Their purple form cut through the sky as they flew around the clearing. A smile formed on his face, forgetting about his guilt for just a moment.

All of a sudden, a scream erupted from the distance as Virgil started to tip on their right side. They plummeted down to the ground, their body swinging in all directions. Their wings opened up, trying to gain some control but to no avail. Logan’s whole body shook, and his face went hot as he ran as fast as he could over to them. A loud thud and another scream echoed through the clearing once they hit the ground. They’re wings twitched as they rose just a bit before falling back down on their chest. His eyes became watery and his throat started to close up, but he put his focus back on them, wanting to make sure they weren’t injured.

“Virgil!” Logan cried.

Virgil’s wings twitched again, but they soon withered in pain. They sat on their knees, facing the mountains, and taking in deep breaths. Logan soon came up to them, about to choke, until something unusual caught his eye again as he looked at their purple wing. As their wings twitched again and opened up, his heart sank. Their wing was clipped.

“Virgil?” Logan said, his voice wavering as he tried to keep his tears in. With a slow step, he walked up to their front to face them, and as he kept looking at their clipped wing, another horror came in view. On the inside of the wing, the base and the top had exposed skin where feather were supposed to be. Some of the smaller feathers were even starting to fall off due to how damaged they were. Virgil looked up at him beady eyed, some tears dripping down their chin, though they soon hid their face in their hands, weeping like a child.

“I… I’m sorry…” Virgil said, their voice stuffy as they kept crying.

“There’s no need to apologize…” Logan started, crouching down, “Does anything hurt?”

There was a silence between them, only the rustle of the trees cutting through it. After a few minutes, their hands dropped to their side, their weeping now turning into quiet sobs.

“Can you hug- hug me?”

Logan’s eyes widened and as quick as a fox, he hugged Virgil, letting their tears wet his clothes. Soon, their weeping picked up again, and their tears were starting to run down his back. He shook a bit when one of his hands grazed the feathers on their wing, almost making him pull away. His heart raced and the tears he’d been holding back rolled down his cheeks, not making a sound. A sudden heat rushed to his face and his throat started to close up as he listened to them weep out their pain. His gut twisted in all directions, disgusted that this is what he did to Virgil. This was where he pushed them to and seeing them in pain because of him made him shake and head spin. His gut twisted even more, making him want to vomit or just disappear.

“Hey, Lo- Logan?”

“Yes?” Logan asked, his voice almost wavering.

“Could we go back to your- your place?”

“Of course…”

With a slow step, both of them separated. Virgil tried to stand up but soon fell with Logan catching them, falling into his arms. He moved over to the side, still holding them up, and soon their feathered wing wrapped around his back. He shivered at the feeling, more warmth flowing to his face, but also his stomach continuing to twist all around. Soon, he took in a deep breath as they both started to walk to his cabin. It wasn’t too far from where they both were now, but time dragged in his mind as he helped Virgil walk over to the cabin. It wasn’t helping that he could feel their bald patches of skin on their wing, but he just pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He needed to help them however he could.

Once they both reached the cabin, Logan opened the door for Virgil and let them go in. Soon, with careful hand, he unbuttoned the vest and took off their leather wing, placing it on the floor. When he caught a glimpse of their muscle, a small frown formed on his face and his eyes had a tired look to them. He guided them over to his bed and made them lay down, sitting next to them on the bed. Their warmth flowed over to his body though his heart sunk seeing them so tired and weak. There they both stayed silent, Logan not sure what he should do. He wanted Virgil to take the lead and he’d give whatever they needed. The crackle of the fire and the creek of his old bed when either of them moved at least helped him stay focused. He couldn’t spiral into madness again, at least not for them.

“Does your wing hurt at all?”

“Only a bit, mostly just tired…”

“Let me see if I can help…”

With a slow step, Logan got up from the bed, the floorboards creaking under his feet. He turned around, Virgil now in his view. Their arm sprawled to the floor while their wing was stretched out on top of their body, their clipped feathers in view.

“Do these feathers hurt?” He asked as he looked at the clipped feathers.

“No… Just the inside of my wing hurts…”

“Can I see?” His hand started to glow a dark blue, ready to heal Virgil.

Virgil just nodded, letting Logan hold their wing and lift it up. He tried to hide the frown and push away the twisting sensation in his gut as he touched their wing. Looking over to the bald patches on their wing, he shivered a bit, scared to hurt them even the tiniest bit. He took in a deep breath as he moved his glowing free hand closer to their wing. Soon, the dark blue energy on his hand encased the bald patch and the energy trickled down his body. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on taking their pain away. All of a sudden, a sharp burning pain spread through his body and his heart raced. His gut wanted to explode, and his head soon spun. He darted back, grunting, and holding his hand. The burning sensation lingered on it even after he pulled away from Virgil.

“Oh fuck, are you okay?” Virgil asked, their furry ears twitching and their eyes wide.

“I’m… I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.” Logan said, still looking at his hand.

They looked away from him and their wing scrunched back up.

“I’m sorry I hurt you…”

Logan finally looked back up at Virgil. Their eyes were filled with tears as they now sat on his bed, curled up with tears rolling down their face. His heart raced as he shook again, the image of a broken bleeding angel flashing in his mind. He breathed in, trying to concentrate on Virgil and their needs. Soon, he walked back up to them, the wooden boards creaking and the fire crackling nearby. He forced his body to stop shaking as he sat down next to them on his bed.

“You don’t have to apologize. It wasn’t your fault…”

“But I… I…”

All of a sudden, Virgil burst into tears, curling back up. Logan soon scooted a bit closer, about to hug them until a thought popped in his head. He didn’t want them to panic at his touch, so he instead stayed close to them, pushing his own guilt down. He hoped at least his company was helping them. His heart jumped as furry arms wrapped around him and pulled him into a hug. Soon, his arms wrapped around them to hug them back, and their face soon buried into his shoulder, tears once again staining his clothes. Their claws dug into his back as if they were clinging on to life, and, in a way, they were. He couldn’t blame them, though. He wished he had someone during the ten years he’s lived in this forest. Maybe if he didn’t feel so worthless, he’d have finished his wings sooner, but then that would mean never having met the wonderful angel in front of him. The wonderful, broken angel he would’ve never been able to help if he finished his wings.

“You’re a good friend, you- you know…” Virgil said after a few minutes.

Logan’s eyes widened, in shock at what they said. “Thank you…”

There was another silence again, until Virgil finally pulled away.

“I’ve been thinking,” they started, “There’s these two angels that might like you. They pretty much help all the other angels around here. They… really don’t like humans, but I think you’d change that…”

Logan blinked, now intrigued though some guilt stirred in his gut. “That sounds good, when do you think I could meet them?”

“I’ll have to ask them first, but I think the wing you made me will convince them to come.”

They both looked over to the wing on the floor, the fire illuminating half of it. It was truly the finest invention Logan ever made. All of a sudden, a yawn cut through the silence and he looked back up at Virgil, now sleepy eyed.

“Why don’t you stay here? It must be late for you…”

“You sure?”

“Yes, and I can cook you dinner once night comes.”

Logan rummaged under his bed, trying to find a blanket for Virgil. His hand felt around the mess under his bed. A lot was kept under there since he never bothered making a closet. He didn’t have many possessions anyway. Once he found a blanket, he pulled it out, catching a glimpse of his precious box. A small frowned formed on his face, but he soon shook it off and got up from the ground. With a gentle hand, he laid the blanket over Virgil who now laid in bed with their eyes closed.

“Rest now, alright?”

All Logan got was a simple grunt and he sighed. He sat down near the fire, staring into it. His gut couldn’t help but twist and turn as he thought of their plucked and clipped wing. What a monster he was…

#sanders sides #tss #virgil sanders #ts virgil #logan sanders #ts logan #fantasy #implied self harm #tw implied self harm #fanfiction #fanfic #a pair of wings by perci #cursing #tw cursing

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hobiwonder · 6 years

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Insomnia (m)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fuckboy!Taehyung, Nerd!Reader, university au, friends(?) to lovers au, semi-crack???

Warnings: Smut, Sex toys, Cum play (tiny), basically taehyung doesn’t know what privacy is.

Words: 12.1k

Summary: You can’t sleep.

You tossed in your bed for what felt like the millionth time. This wasn’t unusual. The sleeplessness that you have been enduring for the past 2 weeks was slowly becoming an unwelcoming routine. You weren’t quite sure how, or why, this had started taking place anyway. Sure, you worked well into the late hours, studying until your brain begged for mercy and some unconscious relief, hoping that you will tire yourself out enough to fall into the deep slumber you desperately craved. Alas, it never came as easily as you wanted it to. It wasn’t even that you were an insomniac, or at least you didn’t think so. Falling asleep had never been such a task before. Never even had to think about it this much to the point where you considered scheduling an appointment with your doctor to see what was suddenly wrong with you.

It was 4am in the morning when you checked your phone again to see what lay ahead of you and how early you had to be up. Pressing your face into your pillow you let out a frustrated scream when your timetable showed you had an 8am Anatomy Lab, which meant that you had to be ready and be out of your room by 7:30am. Which also meant if you did not successfully fall asleep in the next 10 minutes, you will have less than 4 hours of sleep.

This was so not ideal.

You dreaded going to class in a few hours knowing how hard it will be to concentrate on anything at all, let alone listen to your Anatomy instructor drone on and on about the muscles of the pectoral girdle. Not to think that you didn’t love this stuff, honestly, you did. You loved everything about human biology and anatomy and you were at the top of your class for both subjects. However, that was precisely why you dreaded it. Your Professors and Instructors expected so much from you and you weren’t sure if you would be able to talk to any of them let alone learn anything at all from the lab sessions.

“Please god, even just an hour.” You muttered into your pillow an hour later as you clutched onto your tummy and closed your eyes tight. After a few minutes, turning once again, facing towards the window in your room and laying on your front, as much as it crushed your breasts and caused a slight discomfort. However, the coolness of the new surface of your bed that your limbs now reached must have done the trick because the next time you opened your eyes, it was because the sound of your alarm. Slowly, you rubbed your eyes, looking up at the ceiling, wanting to absolutely die because of how tired you were and how dry your eyes felt. Waking up was never a problem for you as you were a light sleeper. In fact, it was kind of a curse at the moment since any little sounds were enough to wake you up when already, it was taking you so long to fall asleep. Somehow, you pulled yourself up and out of your bed to get ready for your class.

Entering the Lab, everyone had already been seated at their stations and were chatting loudly to the person next to them, which you assumed, were their friends. You went straight ahead, putting on your safety glasses and adjusting your lab coat and sat at your station. Typically, there were 4 students at each station, 2 at each sides of the table. However, your table only included 3 as the other two students were friends with each other and, well, you didn’t have anyone you wanted to pair up with. It wasn’t that you didn’t have friends, you just simply didn’t see anyone in the class you were interested in becoming a pair with.

Okay, you didn’t have any friends, at least not in this class but so what? It wasn’t as if you were dying to have a partner.

In fact, you enjoyed it; not having to converse with anyone while you studied the specimens in front of you with an eagerness and attentiveness that your fellow peers somewhat lacked (Or maybe that’s just what the narcissistic side of you pointed out). Given, it wasn’t the easiest subject to master but still, it was right up your alley. You could say that you were a bit quiet…and a little socially awkward… and shy… a bit of a loner, as other people may incorrectly have described you. You weren’t a loner exactly, at least that’s not how you looked at it. That would imply you had a choice in being a loner when simply, you just lacked the gene that classified and allowed a person to be a social butterfly. You were just one of those people who everyone probably knew existed, but not your name. They knew because of your academic excellence and the numerous awards you got at each annual awards night. Maybe people remembered your name for a few days but then it was back to “the really smart but mute-ish chick” as you once heard a girl in your course, Sarang, describing you. You knew her name because she hung out with the crowd that was probably the best known around campus for their partying ways and the large amount of athletes that had a membership in the group. That same crowd that threw the most parties and flunked the most classes. And as cliché as it was, the crowd with the best looking faces and bodies the whole campus had to offer. It really was true, good looking people did travel in packs.

“Jesus! Pay attention will you!” The shrill voice of the girl across from you came as you realised that you had just sprayed the solution to keep the specimens wet, a little too further away from the actual specimen and all over the pair across the table from you. You hurriedly bowed and muttered an apology, speed walking to get some tissues to wipe off the table and offer to the girls across from you. As much as you didn’t like them, it wasn’t their fault that you had barely slept a wink last night and wanted to curl up on the ground right then and there. Walking towards where the paper towel dispenser was, rubbing your eyes once again, you bumped into what you guessed was the wall. Or a pole. No that doesn’t make sense, you thought. Wait, why was the wall moving. It was taking awfully long for you to decipher your surroundings with the devil’s potion trying to make you cry like a baby for accidently getting it in your eyes. Nonetheless, that felt more like a metal pole and less a human in front of you. Bowing and apologising once again you looked up to see none other than Kim Taehyung, staring at you like he just heard you ask him for some narcotics (Though you didn’t think he would be this surprised if you actually had, having heard rumours about the questionable activities of his group at their infamous parties).

“Uh, are you alright?”

“Y-yes? Yes, I’m okay, thank you.”

Leaning back and furrowing his eyebrows with a doubtful look on his face he questioned the truthfulness of your reply.

“Are you sure? Because… you’re kind of crying.” It was then that you noticed the stinging in your eyes once again and the single tear rolling down your cheek. You pushed past him, reaching for the paper towels as in your effort to wake up a bit more you had rubbed your eyes with your gloved fingers, covered in the spray and all.

“It’s… it’s nothing. I-I just got some of the spray in my eyes.” Hearing you say what happened widened Taehyungs eyes even more. Honestly you weren’t sure how much wider they could go.

“Oh shit, shouldn’t you, like, go see the nurse or something? What if your eyeballs are melting, like, right this second?” You would roll your eyes at his exaggeration and the excessive use of the word ‘like’. If you had the energy. Right now, you just wanted to end the conversation because you could barely look him in the eyes from across the cafeteria let alone when you were within an arm’s reach from him, wiping at your eyes after rinsing them.

“The solution doesn’t have any seriously harmful chemicals. It’s j-just irritation, that’s all.” You continued to look anywhere but him, knowing he would probably make another remark and how red your eyes probably looked right now and not just from the solution getting in your eyes.

“If you say so… anyway, watch where you’re going next time and avoid spraying chemicals in your eyes!” He sent you a smile that was way too bright for your already stinging eyes and walked back to wherever his station was. Watching him walk back and making sure you were clear to walk back to your station without having anymore incidents or any human interaction at all, you offered the paper towels to the girls across from you. Thankfully, for the next hour and a half you did not have to speak or make eye contact with anyone, given that your eyes would give away how much of a mess you were at the moment. However, the whole time you barely digested any word at all that came out of the demonstrator’s mouth. All you could think about was why haven’t you seen Kim Taehyung in your lab before? It wasn’t like he was a presence that was easily looked over. With his tall and broad frame, a face that looked no less than a high fashion model and the matching designer clothes that he wore (don’t ask how you know, you can just tell when some of his ties cost more than tuition for one of your subjects), and being in the University’s Basketball team, he was indeed, not easily disregarded. Though this just raised the question even more, why was he in an Anatomy Lab? You were suddenly brought back to reality when your demonstrator called your name to see you as everyone packed up and starting trotting out of the lab.

Already coming up with what you will say to explain your extreme lack of attention and just not being a normal human being for the second week in a row, you approached him.

“Hi Y/N, how are you feeling?”

“I-I’m alright sir, thank you.”

“I’m sure you know why I called you up? You’ve been extremely distracted lately” Already feeling the dreadful feeling rushing up, you kept your eyes low so your professor wouldn’t notice how red they still were and assume you were on some type of drugs or worse, crying.

“I’m sorry sir. I… I just haven’t been sleeping well lately. I will try harder.” You bowed again deeply, wishing this conversation will be over. Your professor sighed before speaking again.

“You don’t need to be sorry Y/N, I know you’re a good student. I’m just concerned that if this is becoming an issue then maybe you should see someone. Before it negatively impacts your studies.”

“I-I know sir; I will do something immediately. I apologise.” You bowed once more and rushed out of the lab, faintly hearing Taehyung’s name in the background before you exited and dashed to your next class.

This was becoming ridiculous. Even after the humiliating day you had today bumping into more than 5 people, almost missing where your seat was and dropping to the ground in front of at least 100 students, you thought you were ready to jump into bed in your sleeping shorts and the soft worn shirt you always wore to bed. Curling up, you had pulled the blanket up to your face and turned the lights, making sure it was pitch black. Honestly, this should’ve been enough to make you fall asleep in less than an hour. But that wasn’t the case at all. All signs of sleep escaped you as soon as your whole body was still and seemingly comfortable.

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours and in reality it had just been half an hour when you checked your phone again. Why couldn’t you just sleep? Why was god punishing you like this? You never bothered anyone, you always minded your own business, always studied well and helped others when you could. You didn’t drink coffee or any other energy drinks that could be an explanation for this temporary insomnia that seemed to have its clutches tightly in you. Honestly, it felt like it was turning into acute insomnia.

When the clock hit 2 am, you finally gave up on trying to fall asleep and pushed the covers off in order to reach your laptop. You had had enough and were finally going to admit that this was probably more than just a case of not being sleepy enough to sleep. Because you were sleepy, but you just couldn’t sleep or stay asleep for that matter. Quickly typing in the address for the clinic on campus you booked an appointment online. After finding the option to see the availability of the doctors at the clinic, tears of frustration almost threatened to escape the confines of your eyes when you saw the earliest availability of a general practitioner, three and a half weeks.

Sighing deeply, you let a few stray tears slip out the corner of your eyes as you reached up to rub your face. You closed the laptop after booking the appointment, albeit feeling defeated. Three weeks was too long. You had exams approaching and you wanted to be well rested and actually be able to learn something before you were going to be examined on it. However, your options were limited due to living on campus and those were the only doctors you could go to. Clutching your pillow to your chest, you resigned yourself to a sleepless night, once again. Hoping for a miracle to occur at this point.

That miracle didn’t happen. Though you did manage to somehow sleep for about 4 hours on and off. Nonetheless, it was an improvement though an insignificant one. A lousy improvement seeing as you felt just as tired as yesterday. Something odd did happen however. A deep voice shouting your name from across the hall of the lecture theatre stopped you in your tracks as you looked around to find who it belonged to, and most of all, why was this person calling for you. Your eyes met with none other than Kim Taehyung as he stood in front of you, looking stylish as ever with his designer messenger bag slung over his shoulder wearing a dress shirt and some trousers which seemed to be his usual attire if he wasn’t in his gym clothes or basketball tank.

“Can you tutor me?”

You almost choked on thin air, not sure if you heard him right. He sure did cut to the chase. Not that you asked him to but appreciated nevertheless.

“E-excuse me?”

“You heard me, can you tutor me for Anatomy?” Taehyung questioned as he raised an eyebrow as if he was just asking for the time. You wished he did. You weren’t the best at saying no, despite your current circumstances. Though somehow the imminent rejection of his request had come to the tip of your tongue easier than you had anticipated.

“I’m afraid not, I’m sorry.” You tried to walk past him but he stepped on your way blocking you from leaving just yet.

“Please, I really need to pass Anatomy otherwise I’m screwed.” He pleaded as he lowered his head in an attempt to get closer to your height and if you guessed correctly, was trying to charm you into agreeing with him if the dazzling grin was anything to go by.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but I’m not in the best position to tutor anyone.” You bowed again as an apology before stepping to the opposite side but getting blocked once again, when he steps in front of you again. Sighing in frustration, you closed your eyes when he appeals with you again.

“Look, I wouldn’t even ask you if I wasn’t desperate” He looks away as he explains, “Just please, help me”

You don’t know why, but his words hurt and annoyed you at the same time. It’s not as if you thought you were the prettiest or outgoing girl but knowing that a guy like Taehyung , who seemed to be a ladies man, wouldn’t even pay you any mind at all unless he was desperate, didn’t exactly make you the cheeriest person when you were already on a verge of a meltdown. But it did make it easier and all the more satisfying to reject him once again.

“Trust me, I know you wouldn’t ever approach someone like me otherwise, but once again, I’m sorry, I can’t.” With that, you conjured all the strength you had in you and pushed past him, trying to find an isolated spot. Why you stopped again in your tracks, you don’t know. You should’ve just ignored him and kept going but for some reason what he says makes you rethink your decision for a split second. Not sure if it’s because what he says next is laughable or genius. You’re leaning towards the former.

“Look, I can help you too.” Hearing the frustration in his voice, you turn around, looking at his semi-annoyed face. It makes your anger spike up a little more, taking in his entitled attitude, melting all the extra layers of nice and polite you had slapped on this morning. You know, just for your panicked and cruel sleep deprived brain to fight through before it could convince you to take your frustration out on your peers.

“I don’t need your help.” You fire back while you look at him like he’s grown two heads.

He simply shrugs and stares back at you, “Of course you do, no shame in that.”

“Excuse me? Why on earth would I ever need your help? If I’m not mistaken, you are the one who is asking for my help.” You could feel yourself on the verge of screaming at his stupid handsome face. Why did he have to have everything? He probably got 8 hours of sleep too! No dark circles, no droopy eyes from sleep. Just his flawless golden skin. You were starting to feel petty now, to be frank.

“I heard you tell the professor that you haven’t been sleeping well lately. I mean, it’s kinda obvious.” he gave you a once over with a smirk on his face that screamed insults at your probably tousled hair, baggy clothes and puffy face. You were about to scream at him, starting the onslaught of your meltdown. How dare he! First he comes to ask for your help and then insults you right in your face? In your puffy, red eyed, face?

“Look, you can probably tell just how desperate I am from the offer I’m about to make.” He took a deep breath and continued, “So just think about it. I can help you sleep, trust me, I’ve had plenty of practice in Anatomy lectures,” He flashes you a million-watt smile before continuing, “You can help me learn enough to pass. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.” He exclaims with his hands outstretched, looking and sounding like he just solved the AIDS epidemic.

“Firstly, i-i-t’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations,” To which he rolled his eyes at, much to your dismay, but you still continued, “How on earth are you going to help me sleep?” You exclaim furrowing your eyebrows, genuinely confused at his proposal. Wait no, were you right about the narcotics? Was he about to offer you some snow and tell you how it takes the edge off? You shook your head, cursing your ridiculous thoughts once again.

“Easy, you look like a virgin, or you must be having really bad sex,” Not choking around thin air was never such a puzzling task for you before, however it was proving to be increasingly difficult. Though, Kim Taehyung has never spoke to you before either, you guessed. You would have preferred if he had offered you drugs.

“W-what?” You swallowed, looking anywhere but him though when you catch him look smug like he just proved his outrageous claims, you continue, “What does that have anything to do with s-sleeping anyway? I’ve had sex before!” Hearing the slight pause in the steps of students passing by, you slapped your hands over your mouth realising how loudly you had just yelled that, but it was too late. You had already pretty much shouted that out loud, causing a few incredulous looks at you, mostly from the female students.

Taehyung chuckled for the first time and if you weren’t on the verge of smacking the daylights out of him you may have even found it endearing, with his deep baritone.

“See? You probably are having the worst sex of your life if doesn’t tire you out enough to knock you out” He sighs again like he’s been the reasonable one here in this whole exchange. “Look, I’ll let you use my body” he pauses, leaning forward to put emphasis on his ridiculous words, “to tire yourself out, however long it takes for you. You don’t even have to make me cum.” He says with a smile like he’s letting you off the hook and he didn’t just utter the word ‘cum’ as easily as ‘coffee’. Off what hook?! You have just about had it, and his vulgar words just make all the blood rush to your face from embarrassment as well as raging anger. You weren’t a violent person, really, but turns out Kim Taehyung brought out those tendencies in you.

“I-I… You! How dare… Goodbye Taehyung!” You turn around in a fury and start walking towards the front of the lecture theatre and taking a seat right at front despite the fact that you might possibly fall asleep. But it was better than being at the back or anywhere near his group of friends.

It is 7pm when you get a message on Facebook. You were just checking your grade for the quiz you had done in Anatomy yesterday when you heard the chiming of your phone. Thinking it’s your friend from your hometown you reach for it immediately. Face falling into a frown and you swear you can feel your blood starting to boil again when you see a message request from a certain Kim Taehyung. His profile picture is black and white and he looks like a model as always, resting his face in his hand, looking at the camera with intent eyes. You can’t believe you still found him attractive after the way he spoke to you. It was no secret that he thought highly of himself and the women he could bed with all of his handsomeness. Though it was obvious he didn’t seem to think of you in that way, making it seem like he was doing you a favour by “letting you use” his body. You shook your head, pressing on decline and throwing your phone to the side, going back to your textbook. It wasn’t as if you were about to sleep anytime soon, might as well catch up on everything even though you went to every class.

However, Taehyung proved to be persistent as your phone chimed once again and once again you declined his request. Though, almost immediately he requests to message you again. You groan in frustration, the sound seeming to have become a favourite of your larynx, and go to the settings and find the block function. Right before you’re about to hit block, you stop. Slightly amused and honestly, a bit surprised at his diligence. You don’t know what compels you to go back to his request and reluctantly press ‘accept’ but as soon as you do, you receive a message from him.

[7:16pm] Taehyung: Look, before you block me just hear me out. [7:16pm] Taehyung: I’m sorry I was an ass, I wasn’t trying to be. I was trying to be helpful please believe me. [7:16pm] Taehyung: I got 51% on the quiz and I copied everything from the internet! THAT’S how badly I need your help!! Pls don’t reject again [7:18pm] Taehyung: hello?? i know you’re there bc I can see youre reading my messages

You quickly exit out of his chat but your phone chimes again. It was a little funny how his grammar had worsened with each message, giving up on grammatical propriety after merely two sentences.

[7:19pm] Taehyung: please Y/N.

You bite your lip looking down at the message, contemplating if you should agree or not. He did sound desperate enough. Maybe this good deed will benefit you? You know, good karma and all?

[7:22pm] Y/N: I don’t need your help.

You press send. You wanted him to know that you didn’t need some sex maniac helping you do anything. You were fine! You thought defensively. Then why are you getting mad? Your inner voice was not what you needed right now.

[7:22pm] Taehyung: Ok fine… if you say so. [7:23pm] Y/N: Goodbye Taehyung. [7:23pm] Taehyung: wait!! Im sorry okay? I’ll pay you instead. As a tutor [7:23pm] Taehyung: what do you say? I cant just not do anything in return.

Hm, that actually did sound okay to you. Nothing was going particularly well in your life at the moment, earning some extra cash wouldn’t make things any worse. And it wasn’t like Taehyung couldn’t afford it.

[7:24pm] Y/N: Fine. ₩70,000 an hour.

You smirk to yourself, thinking this would surely make him second guess. How wrong you were.

[7:24pm] Taehyung: deal. Where and when should we meet?

Your eyes widen at his immediate agreement. If he’s willing to pay this much, why not just hire a professional tutor that the university offers?

[7:25pm] Y/N: What?! Why can’t you just hire a qualified tutor instead? [7:25pm] Taehyung: beacsue they cant explain for shit. I understand nothing I’ve already tried. Ive seen you explain some stuff to the girls at your table. Thats probably the only thing I remember and you weren’t even teaching me directly. [7:25pm] Taehyung: So please tell me when and where

A bittersweet pride clouded your brain at the knowledge that famous Kim Taehyung had been paying attention to you without you meaning to. Or, well, at least to what you had been saying at that time. Sighing in defeat, you weren’t sure if this was the right decision but you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

[7:27pm] Y/N: 7pm at my dorm. I’m not available another time. Pick your days. [7:27pm] Taehyung: perfect. I finish practice at 6:30 so it should work out. How about Wednesday, Thursday and Friday? An hour. [7:28pm] Y/N: Okay. But I might not be available on those days all the time. [7:29pm] Taehyung: idc as long as I get at least 2 hours in every week.

You rolled your eyes at his self-entitled behaviour again. It’s probably second nature to him.

[7:30pm] Taehyung: my original offer still stands tho… if you want [7:30pm] Y/N: Goodnight Taehyung.

It was not a good night. Not at all.

The next day is just like the last 2 weeks. Sleepless nights, trudging through the day with heavy limbs and an irritated attitude. After getting a message from Taehyung at 5pm you realize it’s Friday and one of the days that you agreed to tutor him. You give him your building and room number. When you got home you quickly made sure that your room was clean, changed into comfortable clothes, shorts and a sweatshirt. You certainly didn’t want to dress up for him. Though that didn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of having him in your small room. It wasn’t the smallest but it was probably a shoebox compared to the mansion he lived in. The nervousness only increased when you heard a knock at your door. Taking a deep breath, you looked through the peephole and saw Taehyung standing outside, bag slung over his shoulder while he lazily typed away on his phone.

Okay, you could do this. He may be good looking but he was an ass anyway. You reluctantly opened the door, standing on the side to let him in. Taehyung looked up from his phone and entered, giving you a grin. You bit your lip as you closed the door after he had entered and made himself home on your desk chair, looking around with pursed lips and nodding his head like he approved. “Smaller than my bathroom but it will do” You gaped at him, mouth slightly ajar. You couldn’t believe you were nervous for even a second. Rolling your eyes you ignored his comment and took your books from the desk, deciding to sit on the carpeted floor. Even with his thin shirt, which looked slightly damp probably because he took a shower after practice, and sweatpants, Taehyung’s broad frame had seemed to swallow up the room, making it feel smaller than it actually was.

“We should sit on the floor; I don’t have a second chair to sit at the desk with you.” You patted the ground as you opened the textbook.

“Or,” He turn to face you from the chair, “you could just teach me from there. I have 20/20 vision.” He smiled brightly, actually thinking his suggestion was legit.

You continued to stare at him with a sharp expression making him resign and finally move his things to the floor after 2 minutes.

“So,” he says loud enough to startle you, “where do we begin?” “W-Well, what part don’t you understand? Mark it with this pencil.” “Alright I can definitely do that.” He says smiling. You continue to just stare as he takes the pencil from you, feeling calm compared to before. You decide to take out your notes and get ready to find out the relevant topics for him after he finishes finding what he needs help with.

After about two minutes he sets the pencil down. “Okay, so! From here,” he points to a page in the textbook and up until another section.

With 5 chapters in between.

“Taehyung… that’s half of the stuff we’ve learned. And it isn’t even the end of semester yet.” “Uh hellooo, you’re talking to the guy who just barely passed an online quiz even after shamelessly cheating from the internet.” He points to himself, looking at you like you’re the one who just confessed that you don’t know almost half of the curriculum.

You can safely say Taehyung is the most ridiculous person you have ever met. Sighing, you start from the beginning of the chapter he doesn’t understand.

“Alright, let’s start with the skull.”

“Are you indirectly insulting my brain?” You give him a confused expression.

“No? you came up with that on your own.” He gasps dramatically and that’s when you know you’re in for a long few weeks.

It’s your third lesson with Taehyung. All the previous ones ended up being more than an hour when you started to tutor him. To your surprise, he had paid utmost attention to whatever you had said, assiduously taking notes and listening to your every word. Even grasping the concepts pretty well after explaining two or three times. You were not too surprised though. He was at the top of his class for his Exercise subjects and you guessed that was because it was nothing like Anatomy and more about the sport he played. He always paid you right after his lesson, transferring the money to your account, paying you extra for the full hour even if you only went half an hour over the initial time.

“So the anterior muscles include the subclavius, pectoralis minor, and serratus anterior. The posterior muscles include the trapezius and… and, wait! I almost have it… rhomboid major, and rhomboid minor?”

“…correct.”

“Fuck yes!” You looked down at the textbook and grinned as his face lit up, thrusting his hands in the air.

“I can’t believe we’ve already done 2 chapters. I knew I wasn’t dumb.” You give him a look when he leans back on his hands smugly.

“Um, you’re welcome?”

“Oh right, thanks,” he says with a wave of his hand. “You know, I thought you wouldn’t even be able to look me in the face. You’re so shy usually.”

You give him a sarcastic smile as you gather up your notes. “That’s all thanks to you and your falsely inflated ego.” Your stuttering had almost completely faded. Though, now that he was looking you squarely in the face with his head tilted, you could feel your nerves coming back. His gaze was always so intense.

He stared at you with his mouth open dramatically, “And here I thought you were nice.”

“I-I’m just stating the facts,” you say with a shrug. “Thanks to me at least you won’t fail the final.”

“Hey I’m smart! I wasn’t going to fail it anyway.”

“Taehyung… you called the pituitary gland, and I quote, “brain testicles”, your own words.” You said, using air quotes.

“Don’t try to pretend you didn’t also think so when you first saw it.”

“I didn’t.” Taehyung dramatically pointed at you screaming liar. You chuckled at his childish behaviour, strangely finding it endearing. Huh, never thought this day would come so quick.

Tutoring Taehying hadn’t been so bad after all. He’d been a good student, respectful and punctual. When he wasn’t using outrageous terms to describe body parts and organs, or praising himself, he was pleasant to talk to. He told you about his basketball and how he dreamed to play for Korea, having already caught the eye of the coach of the national team at one of his games at another University. Turns out his degree also requires human Anatomy as he was technically majoring in Sport and Exercise Science. You hadn’t told him much about yourself but you always listened to him talk about his degree, sounding so passionate and not at all like the playboy and careless image he portrayed with his friends which made him seem like he was only concerned with bedding women and partying till late. That didn’t stop him though. Even after your first lesson, he had gone to a party after. You knew because he had sent you drunken messages showing his gratitude for agreeing to help him. It seemed like that was the only time he had put some sincerity in those messages.

“Hey, you okay?”

You snapped out of your thoughts. Taehyung was now packing his stuff, the time being just over 8:30.

“Y-yeah I’m fine, why do you ask?” You lied, nothing had changed for you. Getting less than 12 hours of sleep in the last 7 days was not making you feel okay.

“Honestly? Because you look like shit. Full offence.” Your mouth fell open at his bluntness. How dare he?! And you thought he was actually concerned.

“Um, thanks, jerk. You can go away now.”

“Hey, I’m only being honest. You’re the one not taking advantage of a free of charge service I’m ready to provide.” He says this while stretching his arms above his head which in turn makes his sweatshirt ride up. Exposing the sharp v line of his pelvis. The smooth, tan skin almost hypnotizes you. If it wasn’t for what he had said it was quite possible that you would’ve continued to stare. Actually it was 100% confirmed you would have.

“Are you always this ready to pimp yourself out?”

“Not usually, no.” He pretends to be seriously thinking it over, “I don’t need to try this hard.” He smiles brightly. Yeah, you bet he didn’t.

“But you just look miserable and honestly I preferred when you were a stuttering mess when I first talked to you and not so easily irritated as you are now.”

You knew you were a bit… harsh on him. But not as much as he’s complaining.

“Am not!”

“Exactly my point. Just go rub one out if you don’t want my help and get out of this misery.” He shrugs at you with a bored expression on his face.

“Why do you think that everything is about sex?!”

“Uh because it is? You just don’t want to admit it. A good orgasm and you’ll be sleeping like a baby in no time.”

“T-this is a medical issue. It’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. Just fucking try it. What do you have to lose?” You opened your mouth to retort but really, found yourself asking the same question. What did you have to lose, really?

You continued to think about what Taehyung had said. Maybe he was right? You couldn’t believe you were admitting it. But really, you just had to slip your hand in your shorts, stroke a little and viola. That’s it, right?

You laid in the dark, on your back closing your eyes. Slowly trailing your hands down and into your shorts. Breathing deeply, you slipped them beneath your panties. Gently stroking up your mound from your slit, you discovered you were too dry. You tried to think of anything that would warm you up enough, get you in the mood. Anything, other than Taehyung and his sensual and seductive mouth. Stroking your outer labia, you slid your index and middle finger up to your clit, rubbing in circles, gently. A faint moan left your lips at the feeling of your fingers’ gentle rubbing. After 5 minutes of constant circles on your bundle of nerves, you failed to bring yourself over the edge as the tight knot in your lower stomach remained but the release refused to overtake you. You groaned out loud in frustration, increasing your pace, rubbing quick harsh circles. Kicking your legs and whimpering in defeat when the release just didn’t come. Pun intended.

Slowing down your breathing, your gaze fell upon your phone that lay beside you. You don’t know what compelled you to do what you did next, maybe it was the unsatisfied burn in your core, or you were simply going crazy from the lack of sleep but you reached over and opened messenger, clicking on Tae’s name. You didn’t know if he would reply to you tonight, knowing he was at a party on this Thursday night since he didn’t have classes on Friday, but you texted him anyway.

[11:15pm] Y/N: I did it.

You sent the message and put your phone beside you, heart almost beating out of your chest. The unmissable chime of your phone sounded in the room just 5 minutes later. With your heart beating in your ears, you picked up the phone with closed eyes, slowly opening to read the reply.

[11:21pm] Taehyung: Did you cum?

You threw your phone away as if it burned you, breathing hard. It took a full 2 minutes for you to calm down enough so your heart won’t come out of your mouth. How did he know what you were talking about? Does he really have sex on his mind all the damn time? When you finally gathered your wits, you picked up the phone again. Typing your reply even though you should’ve probably not said anything at all in the first place, knowing he would never let this go.

[11:23pm] Y/N: That’s none of your business!! Bottom line you were wrong. It’s not that simple!

Sending the long message, you hoped he wouldn’t reply to it.

Your phones chimed again. Apparently not Taehyung.

[11:24pm] Taehyung: so that’s a no. no wonder you’re still awake [11:24pm] Taehyung: did you rub your clit? [11:25pm] Y/N: Taehyung wth you can’t just ask me that! [11:25pm] Taehyung: so that’s a no. again

Your breath hitched at his vulgar words. They should’ve disgusted you. You should’ve stopped it. But you didn’t, not realizing your whole body was increasing in temperature, your hands subconsciously playing with the band of your underwear. You needed to get a hold of yourself. How dare he think just because he is his stupid handsome self, that he can ask you such private questions like he’s your boyfriend or something.

The idea of Taehyung being your significant other, in bed with you, his large slender hands that are always adorned in a ring or two, working the band of your underwear instead of you had you gasping for a breath. You quickly shook yourself out of your thoughts that were straying you from your original intent of stopping him from going any further with his filthy questions.

[11:26pm] Y/N: Why are you being like this still [11:26pm] Taehyung: did you at least touch your nipples? [11:26pm] Y/N: omg will you stop [11:27pm] Taehyung: not until you fess up about your horrible masturbating techniques. How hard is it to make yourself cum?

The nerve! You could masturbate AND reach climax if you wanted to, you thought with a glare at your phone.

You were starting to question your own sanity when you continued to argue with him about your not-horrible-at-all masturbation skills. Why on earth were you letting this fuckboy, which he was, get to you was starting to make you nervous. All this self-doubt and defensiveness only started after you agreed to be the tutor of this self-acclaimed masturbation expert. Kim Taehyung was bad for your health, you thought with a roll of your eyes, as cliché as it sounded. But still, you let him make you do things, like replying to his baseless accusations that you really didn’t NEED to respond to, that are literally the opposite of what you stand for.

[11:29pm] Y/N: I’m sorry I’m not a nymphomaniac like you who’s ready to bust one out at any given moment.

[11:30pm] Taehyung: the fact that youre still typing in proper grammar at almost midnight after having allegedly cum tells me youre a liar [11:30pm] Taehyung: and liars get their pants set on fire

You were almost 100% positive that Kim Taehyung was not a 22 year old male, but a middle schooler desperately trying to get out only when he is intoxicated.

[11:31pm] Y/N: “Allegedly”? Really? What? Are you going to sue me for texting properly? Screw you.

You have had it. You never really swore or saw the need to. So telling Taehyung to go screw himself was a pretty big deal in your book. You just hoped Taehyung will catch on to that.

[11:31pm] Taehyung: no way. You need to learn how to rub one out first and then we can negotiate screwing or other sex acts.

[11:32pm] Y/N: I don’t need to learn anything. You on the other hand need a lesson on boundaries!

[11:32pm] Taehyung: dw grandma. I’ll bring a friend tomorrow to help since you’re so tightly wound.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your sockets. Has he not been processing anything you’ve been saying? And you were sure you would actually kill him if he brought one of his obnoxious friends to get you off. They would both probably insult you together about how unskilled you are.

[11:32pm] Y/N: and I’ll call campus security. Goodnight Taehyung.

The next reply came after a long pause.

[11:36pm] Taehyung: hey! We arent finished! [11:36pm] Taehyung: I’m gunna prove you wrong

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time. You were surprised that they weren’t permanently stuck to the back of your skull by now.

[11:36pm] Taehyung: dont ingnore me [11:37pm] Taehyung: so? Will you let me prove you wrong? [11:38pm] Taehyung: I wont even touch you [11:38pm] Taehyung: just give you ppointers [11:39pm] Taehyung: hellooooo??? r u there? [11:39pm] Taehyung: im drunk and impatient text me back

You groan in frustration. The constant vibration of his incoming messages annoying you more and more with each chime. Why is he so obsessed with this issue? Probably because he’s drunk, you thought as your phone continued to make annoying buzzing noises beside you. Finally, with another frustrated loud groan, you texted him back to shut him up.

[11:40pm] Y/N: omg will you stop texting me if I say okay? [11:40pm] Taehyung: maybe [11:41pm] Y/N: fine. Goodnight.

You didn’t get another message after that for which you thanked god above. Not that it would’ve mattered as it turned out.

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The next day came in what felt like a century. Spending the whole night falling in and out of a sleepy haze, adding to your misery that has been your life for the past 3 weeks. Feeling more sluggish by the day. Plus, having 3 classes to attend to as well as tutor Taehyung was not ideal. These days, nothing was. All jokes aside, you were dejected. You didn’t realize how much this was affecting all aspects of your life. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, couldn’t pay attention in class, which resulted in you having to study extra to keep up with the curriculum. On top of that, your doctor’s appointment was still 2 weeks away and your first exam was in a week and a half. Given, it wasn’t too far behind your appointment but whatever the doctor would give you will take some experimentation to figure out what medication worked best for you, which meant it could take another week or two after your appointment. You just didn’t have that much time. Yet, you pushed the offending thoughts that were the inevitable future, to the back of your mind and went on with your day. Hoping it will end quickly.

After having finished showering and changing into your pyjamas, a knock on your dorm room door had sounded. Your heart started racing thinking about your question with Taehyung the night previous and how intent he was on giving you masturbation ‘tips’ as ridiculous as that sounds. He was drunk though, so maybe when he woke up this morning he realised he made a mistake. Yes, that’s right. He probably did regret it seeing as how disappointed he was at the start when he admitted defeat and asked you to tutor him.

Maybe if you ignore it all, he would do the same. On one hand you wanted to demand an apology for his crude words, but quickly deflated at the idea after realising that was probably just his normal self. In other words, he was an obnoxiously open and invasive by nature. You quietly opened the door as you usually do, letting him in and to get settled on the floor.

So far, nothing seemed… off. He didn’t mention anything, quietly going about his business in setting up. Well as quiet as he could, muttering about his basketball practice all the while. Was it just different today or did Taehyung look… warmer than usual? His hair was a wild mess presumably because of the shower he probably took after practice before coming here. His tank top showcasing his toned decently muscled arms, a slim chain on his neck, probably gold, an earring dangling from his left ear, also probably gold. The boy was swimming in money, after all.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, and halted your further inspection of him when it started to travel south. Taehyung had his head bent down looking at his notes but flicked his eyes up to you suddenly, making you realize that you probably visibly tried to shake the thoughts away. However, when you raised your eyebrows, trying to play it cool, he rolled his eyes and went back to his notes and the two of you begun your lesson.

After an hour and a half, Taehyung started to pack up his things as he repeated the things he had to work on for the next lesson, to himself. So far things have been… normal. Taehyung never mentioned anything about last night’s train wreck of a conversation which was less than appropriate, to your relief. Cracking ridiculous jokes, making embarrassing Anatomy puns and telling you how boring you were when he heard that your plans after tutoring him was to try and get some sleep. Almost normal.

Until he opened his mouth again.

“So, are you ready for your lesson now?” He asked raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“Excuse me?” You spluttered out.

“You heard me. You agreed to this remember?” He sat back against your bed, getting comfortable.

“I-I just said that to shut you up. And I don’t need a lesson!” You needed to stay calm and not let him irritate you. So far that idea was a bust. Taehyung rolled his eyes at you waving his hands in front of him like he was dismissing you.

“Oh please stop trying to get out of this. I’m just going to give you tips. Hell I even brought a friend for you!” He said excitedly as if he suddenly remembered, clapping his hands before reaching in his bag again. You watched in confusion as he pulled out a pull-string bag, opening it to pull out… well, a dildo.

An actual, sparkling pink, dildo.

You just about passed out seeing the offensive object in front of you. Not sure if you should be thrilled he brought a ‘gift’ for you or be insulted at his endless breach of your personal boundaries. Definitely insulted.

“You… you actually… brought me a… dildo? I-… What…” You were still opening and closing your mouth. Not sure what to say to him.

Taehyung sighed dramatically, putting a hand out to stop you from saying anything further.

“Correction: a vibrating dildo and yes, I know, I should be appreciated more. This was the least I could do after insulting you when we first met.” He says with a bright grin.

“But… you are still insulting me.”

“Uh why are you so ungrateful? I bring an honest gift to help a friend out and this is what I get?”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggerated words and the hand gestures that accompanied them. They may even have looked plausible if he wasn’t still holding the ridiculous flamingo pink dildo and waving it about.

“Why do you even have a pink dildo? Wait, don’t tell me. I take it back!” You quickly shout in an attempt to stop him.

“Oh I lost a bet and had to go buy one as a punishment pretending I’m a furry.” He explained, waving the silly thing around again as he spoke.

“Orrrr you just like the … vibrating…super-girthy 7-inch…sensual lover?” You said as you tried to read the outrageous writing on the little bag he took the dildo out from. Taehyung opened his mouth in shock with the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Look at you! Making dildo jokes already. You’re ready for my elite training. Come, sit.” He said patting the space beside him. You rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Taehyung, no, go get drunk at a party or something.” You crossed your arms looking across at him.

“I still have time. Now stop stalling and get over here. Don’t you want to sleep? This will just bring you one step closer.” He tried negotiating in a sing-song voice. Why was he so obsessed with this idea?

“I know you’re thinking why am I pushing this so much. I just can’t stand your bitchy attitude anymore. Hey! I’m just speaking up. I won’t take the abuse anymore! This is a democracy, not a dictatorship!” He shouts towards the end dramatically as you glare at him pretending you’re about to throw your 1-ton textbook at him.

“No you jerk, this is my room and you’re the one who keeps trying to dictate my life!”

“An orgasm-less, sleepless, boring, uneventful life.” And to think this was him apologising for insulting you.

“I swear to god-”

“Just move closer a bit drama queen.” Taehyung has the nerve to call you that while he reaches over and literally almost picks you up by wrapping his arm around your waist and moving you closer to him so now you sat next to him, while your back rested against your bed. Your breathing was a bit rough from the sudden touch and now the fact that you were sitting close enough that your shoulders were touching his, your bare thighs brushing his. You firmly kept your head pointed straight ahead, not sure if you’ll be able to look at him in the eyes and look away again. He smelled so aromatic and fresh. Too good for you to handle. Almost.

“Ugh, let’s get this over with. Tell me all your secrets master.” You sarcastically say as he turns his head towards you.

“That’s actually kinda hot, even coming from you.”

“Tae!”

“Okay okay! So,” He turns back to the toy, holding it up, “I figured you probably need some help. This bad boy is a multi-tasker. It vibrates and there is nothing a vibrating dildo can’t solve. Nothing.” He looks at you so seriously you almost believe him.

“World poverty?” You reply back equally as serious to which he sends a glare sharp enough to intimidate anyone into obeying him if it wasn’t for the pink toy in his hand.

“Pay attention. Anyway, the key is to start slow. Run your hands over yourself, your thighs, stomach and not just shove it up there like you probably would.”

“I-I wasn’t going to.” You swallow thickly realizing that this is real. Too freaking real with his real muscular self, pressed up right into your business. Well, your side business. Texting was different. This is real where a real Taehyung is undoubtedly about to get more explicit, in his deep mellifluous voice. Telling you how to pleasure yourself. And you secretly listen on earnestly, trying to pretend this didn’t affect you so maybe he’ll lose interest and stop talking.

“Good idea, using the vibrations to warm yourself up would be better.” He continued, nodding to himself completely oblivious to the affect it was starting to have on you much to your dismay. You turned your head to look at his face, just a glance but right then, Taehyung had decided to turn to you as well. And he continued speaking.

“The key is to tease yourself.” Eyes falling to your lips while yours were already feasting on the plumpness of his.

“Not giving in so easily. Almost starving your body of the sensations. Start off with your breasts, caress them, pull them, pinch your nipples until they feel heavy and tingle.” At some point, Taehyung’s voice had taken a lower tenor and his breathing a little rough as he stared at you. Your breathing was no better. Watching Tae’s mouth say the deliciously erogenous words to you as he continued to tell you how exactly you should make yourself climax.

It was too late, you were already trapped in a trance, letting his words pull you in to what you were desperately trying to avoid. Each ticking second was lethal to the tight knit control you usually always had on your emotions and inhibitions. Grasping at the loose ends of strings that held the opening to your body sealed shut and devoid of any insatiable, self-indulgent intentions.

“Then move your hands down, slowly, slip them over your panties and stroke your pussy lips.” You gasped lightly at hearing the crude word. Taehyung stared at your face, trying to look for any sign of obvious discomfort. When he saw none, he continued. His breathing steady compared to your pathetically choppy exhales.

“Set it to the lowest setting, just to get your body acquainted.” A low buzzing sound had broken through the otherwise quiet room, save for your breathing. Taehyung brought the toy to your arm making you jump slightly, eyes still set directly to your face. Your face was undoubtedly giving tomatoes a run for their money. The air was so thick you could almost taste the different gasses making up the one you were breathing.

And then the toy was moving upwards, leaving tingling sensations in its wake on your skin through the thin material of your shirt. To your chest. Your eyes following the movement of his arms as if you took your eyes off for even one second you’d find them somewhere you know they were going to inescapably end up, but not being able to bring yourself to admit it, yet. Loving the warm embrace denial had you wrapped into.

“Slowly, teasing your body into wanting to feel more. Like this.” Chest thrusting forward, a whimper escaped your parted lips when you felt the vibrations faintly pressing into your nipple, teasing it until you could feel the tingling sensations making it tight.

So much for not wanting to react.

Taehyung cursed under his breath at your reaction as his own got bolder. He pressed the vibrations slightly closer when he reached the other nipple, circling the toy around it through your night shirt until it was so obviously pressing against the fabric, two visible points trying to shove through.

“Yeah, just like that. Make yourself want it. Fuck.” He cursed under his breath again as you had started to thrust your chest forward ever so slightly, chasing the delicious vibrations as both your hands rested behind you. The heat brewing up in your core was starting to make physical changes in your body as you could feel the wetness between your thighs. Holy crap, you thought to yourself, if you can feel the stickiness between your thigh just from this then you don’t want to imagine what’ll happen if- if. No!

You stopped yourself. You needed to gain control of this situation. Too bad, control had already up and left you at the station as your wits stared at the bus going to your personal hell. Okay, maybe hell is an exaggeration but, still. All thoughts of control escaped you when Taehyung pressed the toy directly above your mound through your sleep pants, taking you by surprise when you were busy overthinking as usual. A moan slipping past your lips, eyes looking down at his veiny arm between your legs, pressing the toy and its vibrations on the top of your mound, gradually moving downwards. More whines were leaving your lips as he got closer and closer and was eventually running the toy down your slit and then back up to your clit, through the pants. A pitiful whimper sounded out from you as you looked at Taehying in panic, not knowing what to do as your body had started to chase the movements of his hand on your pussy. It was as if all your senses were starved until now, just like Taehyung had said.

“Fuck, you like this? I can’t give it all to you now baby, we have to get you wet.” He says as a matter of fact, biting his lips as his eyes drink in your pleasure-filled face. He mashes the toy hard against your clit and circles it around once as your mouth falls agape thrusting your pelvis against the toy and wanting to get away from it at the same time as the sensations overpower you, a high pitched moan tearing itself from your throat. Face contorting in pleasure.

“You’re so responsive, fuck. Right there?” He asks as he circles the toy again, though he frowns at the folds blocking a concentrated attack from the toy to your clit. His arm starts to move closer when yours instinctively clutches his in alarm again. No man has ever touched your skin directly. No man has ever even touched you indirectly. And the thought that the first one to do it is some like Taehyung who is tenfold more experienced than you, is honestly terrifying.

“T-Tae.” Taehyung reaches out with his opposite hand and softly caresses your inflamed cheek.

“It’s okay, it’ll feel good, I promise.” With his gentle promise, you reluctantly let go of his hand as it starts to move inside your pants. The buzzing now even more dull as it’s encased by a barrier of your sleep pants. The vibrations make contact with your leaking pussy, sliding down your slit and the sensations are almost agonizingly pleasurable. The toy wasn’t even set on a particularly high setting, just a gentle buzz that caused the twisting in your stomach to start a dull pressure. Taehyung almost growls when he feels that you are indeed, sufficiently wet, your thighs smeared with your slick.

“You’re so wet Y/N holy fuck, so fucking drenched baby.” You moan as his other hand also slips inside your pants going down to join the other that’s steadily sliding the vibrations up and down your slit, every so often bumping your clit. All pretence of showing you the ‘correct way of rubbing one out’ gone as carnal desire to make you fall apart takes over his senses. But he wanted to play a little more and see you fall apart further.

“This is good right? It’ll feel even better when you spread your lips apart,” he pushes your nether lips apart with his other hand, “and press directly here,” and pushes the toy square against your clit, circling it while it’s crushed against it. You can feel the vibrations everywhere. You want to cry and scream at the same time as sensations you have never thought possible for your body to omit are being torn left and right from your limbs, tears are gathering in the corner of your eyes as your heaving breaths are being contained barely behind your lips that are trapped by your teeth. All the while Taehying is watching your face with a resolute face, committing all your expressions to his memory, moaning once a while with you.

Just when you think you might die of overdosing on this intoxicating pleasure, Taehyung turns the vibrations up a notch. Alternating between sliding down your slit, pressing lightly against your opening and pressing against your clit. But worse, he starts talking.

“You’re so hot,” he says again, “I’ve never met a girl who gets so fucking wet. I haven’t even fucked you with it yet Y/N, Christ, you love this. I bet your pussy is so tight. No one’s fucked you yet have they?” You shake your head, lost in the pleasure, moaning as he slides the toy down to your entrance.

“You want to sleep, right baby? You want a good night’s sleep?” You whimper, tears falling down your cheeks as you nod your head. Everything was too much. The sensations, his voice, his questions and you were losing yourself. Letting the tears of weeks’ worth of frustration go, mixing with the pleasure.

“Then stop being stubborn and take this cock. Let it fuck this virgin pussy, let me make you a mess.” Taehyung growls as he shoves the toy in, not needing any lubrication as your pussy continues leaking. God, he almost looks animalistic, his arm starting a steady rhythm. Pushing the artificial cock in and pulling it out after circling it and dragging it against your internal walls. You’re beyond yourself at this point, leant back on to your arms as Taehyung has turned completely towards you and pushed himself as close as possible, both his hands are shoved down your pants. Your legs are spread wide apart, or as much as the confines of your pants afford you. His other hand slides down even more, pushing your vaginal lips apart as the other picks up the pace of the dildo.

“You’re so fucking wet baby, you’re gushing. What are you thinking? Hm? Whose cock are you imagining is inside this pussy?” Taehyung growls out his question as if he has already accepted that it might not be him. Lucky for him and unlucky for you, he’s exactly who you’re losing yourself into.

“Y-You.” You cry out as he shoves the vibrating cock particularly unforgivingly, slick sounds of your sinful acts filling up the small room which was starting to smell of sex.

“Yeah? Fuck, me too baby. I couldn’t shake the image of you impaled on my cock away last night. You’re so fucking uptight that I’d have a grand time breaking you open. Bit by bit. Making you ride me until you’re so stretched and fucked out that you beg me to let you take a break. I’d tire you out so good baby. Wouldn’t you like that? Hm? Baby just wants to get some sleep, right?” You whine out your answer in a nod, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continuous to plough the toy mercilessly inside you, picking up a punishing pace. He moves his fingers that were holding the lips of your pussy open, up to your clit, gathering he slick dripping steadily from your pussy to lubricate your nub and drawing small circles on it.

“I’m so close to cumming by just watching you that I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking turned on. But I don’t want to waste it, I’d prefer to cum on your pussy.” Your body jolts at that statement and moan loudly as you feel a new wave of juices gush out of you. The explicit image of Taehying jerking himself off and cumming on your pussy turns you on so much beyond belief. You didn’t know you would find the idea this alluring. Taehyung is equally staggered and delighted.

“You’re dripping baby, fuck, do you want that? You want my cum on your pussy?” He leans even closer to your face, voice dropping an octave lower, a pregnant pause in the atmosphere. And then he asks the million-dollar question.

“You want my cum in you baby? Want me to dirty up your virgin pussy?” You whine and thrust against his relentless thrusts, the knot in your lower belly ready to fly open at any second. You plead silently, looking in his eyes, begging for mercy. To just make you cum. Thankfully, Taehyung is just as gone as you, or just about. Because he turns the setting to the highest on the toy, shoves it deep inside your pussy and takes his hands out of your pants. You were confused as to what he was doing and you would even show it if you’re your face wasn’t already contorted in pleasure, letting the almost painfully good sensations rock you from the inside out. He reaches forward, wrapping his arms around your waist once again and makes you straddle him. Making you sit directly on top of his extremely hard cock as you can see the angry dent in his sweatpants now. Now, the vibrations from your stuffed pussy are directly on top of his cock. Though you almost feel like he’s trying to kill you when he starts moving your hips, humping your vibrating pussy on top of his cock as it drags against your sensitive clit with every push and pull of his hands on your hips.

“That’s it Y/N, ride me. Ride me with your stuffed pussy if you want my cum.” Your mouth is agape as whimpers and cries fall out gracelessly. You steady your hands on his shoulder as you find the strength in your pelvis and start grinding your pussy on his cock. Taehyung is murmuring sweet praises as you twitch and cry, trying to rub his cock with your over sensitive pussy. Having the dildo, no less a vibrating dildo, shoved so deep in your pussy is making it impossible for you to focus on making him reach his end when yours is so within reach. Nevertheless, Taehyung is perched forward, watching you struggle with trying not to cum and keeping a nice rhythm on his hard cock. Lucky for you, he was already so close to cumming by just fucking you with the toy and watching you slowly lose control. You dig your nails into his shoulder as a particularly hard thrust combined with the vibrations of the toy tides you over. Whimpering and twitching as you sob out your climax.

“T-Tae!”

“That’s right baby, cum for me, all over that cock and pretend it’s mine. Dirty it up Y/N.” You clutch his shoulder tightly as you slump onto him, riding the waves of your orgasm and shoving your face in the warm crevice of his neck. Watching the erotic episode unfolding right in front of his eyes, Taehyung curses under his breath, his impending orgasm about to take over full force. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and laying you down on your bed as he climbs on top of your body. He looks like a man possessed as he shoves his hands inside his sweat pants, taking out his cock and starts to wildly stroke the intimidatingly girthy length, aided by the excessive pre-cum. All the while you’re twitching with the oversensitivity of the still vibrating dildo inside of you, whimpering, as your limbs lay limply on the bed, in a trance watching the beautiful man above you who’d just fucked the living daylights out of you and it wasn’t even with his own cock. You can almost see the second he’s about to climax as he shoves your pants low enough to take the dildo out of you and almost instantly showering your naked pussy with his seed.

“Fuck fuck fuck, you ready baby? I’m going to give you all my cum.” He pumps his length of all it’s worth, milking himself with grunts to match, giving you every drop over your pussy. It’s slightly white and thick, landing squarely on your clit and the mound directly above.

By the time it’s all over, he’s breathing deeply, face resting on your shoulders as he catches his breath. You both lay there in silence until he picks his head up, looking down as picks up the dildo that’s thoroughly covered in your juices and turns it off. However, what surprises, and quite honestly makes you horny again, is when he brings the dildo back to your mound, collecting his cum from your clit and the mound above and shoves it right into your pussy. You whine lowly in your throat as the inflamed lips of your pussy are stretched once again. Taehyung is biting his lips as he gathers all of his cum with such utter precision that leaves you breathless and panting. When he’s done fucking his cum in to your pussy, he shoves the dildo back in deep, making you cover your mouth as the oversensitivity makes you want to cry out.

“There, all stuffed with my cum. You did so good baby, so so good. Get some sleep.” He kisses your lips gently as you hiccup and sniffle when he pulls away. Taehyung almost has a change in his heart that makes him want to climb back into your bed but he knows you will need time to adjust to what had just happened. He gathered that you weren’t the type to need reassurance or coddling, instead, a bit of alone time to digest the events that have just taken place and make your decision about how you feel. So he tucks himself back in his pants, pulls the covers over your drained body that looks blissfully fucked out. He can hear you hiccup as you turn to your side, wincing with the dildo still shoved in deep and all he wants to do is kiss you all over as he tells you how good you were for him. You were a sight to behold as he takes in your dishevelled state, lips a deep red, eyes droopy as you lay on your side, almost asleep.

He kisses your forehead once more and by the time he’s done gathering his things and at the door, you’re sound asleep, snoring lightly like a baby. Too fucking cute for your own good. He shakes his head smiling and locks your door from the inside as he leaves.

For the first time in a while, Taehyung can’t keep the smile off his face and the thought of a certain uptight girl, with a tempter to match his own in her small body and sleeping soundly because of him.

For the first time in weeks, you’re off to dreamland, surrounded by the scent of a certain infuriatingly obnoxious and self-obsessed boy that does nothing but make you fall for him even more.

When you wake up the next morning, it is 10 am.

A full 12 hours after you had fallen asleep.

a/n: As @wildernessuntothemselves brought it to my attention, sex won’t solve Insomnia issues, please see a doctor and don’t take advice from fuckboy!Taehyung. reposted from my old blog :)

#bts smut #bts fanfction #taehyung #taehyung x reader #fuckboy!taehyung #taehyung smut

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neko-rogers · 6 years

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Relax

Square Filled: Shower Sex ; created for @spnkinkbingo

Synopsis: All you want is to take a nice steamy shower and compensate for the sleep you’ve been longing ever since you began hunting for a vampire nest.

Words: 2760

Forewarnings: NSFW 18+, foreplay, cunnilingus, intercourse under the shower, implied oral (male receiving), and the sad fantasy of running water being wasted.

A/N: Don’t try this at home, it’s really freaking dangerous and you could slip. Plus you’re obviously going to waste tons of gallons of water.

The silver knife that had been covered with blood from an earlier hunt still slashed keenly through the vampire’s neck, creating a loud gushing sound as it glides from it’s flesh. The second afterwards was seeing the beheaded body fall to his knees and concrete ground while blood oozed out from everywhere.

Your heartbeat continued to race, with your chest heavily heaving and head feeling light-headed from all the action. Meanwhile your hands and face were covered with an excessive amount of blood stains while your outfit was completely dirty. Though you couldn't thank yourself enough for having to finish the job already since it meant that you could get some rest that should compensate for the previous days.

"Y/N!" You picked up Sam's hoarse voice immediately from the dozens of hallways of the building. He was calling your name out for moments until you saw a flashlight flicker across the room from you.

Sam then placed his pistol back into where it was once he saw you standing there with a deceased creature behind. He hurried to where you stood as you dropped the large knife to the ground, which echoed a clashing sound around the area, and enveloped the Winchester’s body with your filthy arms. His musky scent filled your nostrils even when everything was completely covered in grease, you could still smell library books attached to his button-up. “Dean and I were looking for you these past few days, you could’ve left a note in the bunker or texted before you stormed off.

“I did text you guys.” You pulled back from the embrace and realized how guilty you were immediately since you only had texted them the moment you were about to head for the vampire’s nest you had been tracking a few months ago.

He continued to remind you that informing him that you were passing by at Sunnyside Diner and stating about solving a case wasn’t actually comforting at all for them. You held them worried for days whereas all they wanted was to keep you safe, therefore you couldn’t even look up directly at Sam and apologize because of the shame.

“Look, Sammy, I’m sorry about that and I realized how dumb I was to not leave a note to where I was heading−”

Heavy steps followed and you could hear Dean’s voice this time, calling for Sam’s name until he ended up finding the both of you. He had the ivory pistol secured around his dominant hand though he angled it down when he got closer and recognized your unwashed face. You couldn’t tell if the look on his face was relief that they finally found you or resentment due to your bold move of leaving the bunker without any context.

“Y/N.” The tone of his voice crumbling.

Dean was pleased to see you as a whole, don't get him wrong, he could finally sleep at night better than when you were not around. But he couldn't help himself once his emotions got the best of him and began acting too overprotected over you, "Goddammit Y/N didn't I tell you to keep yourself safe and always tell us where you're heading to?" His voice sounded demanding rather than a question.

With the younger brother caught up between the sudden conflict, Sam watched as you exchanged aggressive dialogues towards one another. You were tired and accomplished a case, no one could do anything anymore as everything that had to be done is done. There weren't any excuses left so you were exhausted to even argue. "Dean I'm sorry and I know I shouldn't have done what I did–"

"No. You don't get to pull the sorry card up your ass again," Dean stated and took a deep breath before rubbing his palm over his face.

He then continued, "My brother doesn't have the guts to tell you this because he's too chicken but you shouldn't be selfish with the hunting business, Sam and I are sick and tired of worrying where you go to everytime because you couldn't even leave a damn note or text me!"

Yeah you did understand Dean. You knew him from the back of your hand and for this scenario, you understood why he got so frustrated with you disappearing from the bunker out of nowhere. It would've been heavy for him especially when you realized that all he wants is to keep you safe – he was traumatized of being left alone or his loved ones to die again since hunting obviously isn't the best lifestyle to engage in.

He has had a hard time processing whether you would still be alive or not. He could never sleep peacefully knowing you could be out in the field being tackles by creatures stronger and more powerful. He loves you too much and hates to even think of you getting harmed. He wants to spend forever with you because you're the last remaining joy and symbol of hope for his fucked up life.

Though due to your weary condition, you weren't able to understand that. Instead, you felt a struck of guilt and sadness into your thoughts – you were trying to do what was good yet in the end it turns out that you were still the one doing wrongful acts. It hurt and tears began brimming around the circles of your eyelids and within moments, droplets were streaming down yours eyes.

Sam was surprised and felt too bad about it, he knew his brother became a bit hard on you though he didn't want to speak up anymore. Meanwhile the dickhead in front of you realized his mistake as his jaw dropped in awe, "Okay I didn't mean to sound that harsh, I just meant that all Sam and I want is to keep you safe because–"

"I'll wait in the Impala."

And with that you rudely stopped him from explaining further, rather walking past him with a cold aura while stomping your feet along the way. You made sure not to look back, trying to hid the uncontrollable tears from streaming, as you landed outside and instantly caught sight of the black Impala that glistened under the night sky.

It took them longer than usual before they went back into the car yet you couldn't care less because there you were seated at the backseat with dried tears staining your cheeks. Once you heard the car doors unlock, your system sooner dozed to slumber and when Dean started the engine you couldn't remember anything anymore than pitch black since your body was giving up and exhaustion got the best of you.

A light tap on the shoulder awoken you from slumber. Your eyes squinted alongside to see Sam trying to wake you up acknowledging the Impala has arrived in the bunker, your mind was groggy and it was a shame you couldn't continue dreaming – at least you could take that shower already. There you thanked Sam and got off the car.

Immediately, you picked your bag then went straight to the doorway and to your room, ignoring Dean along the way when he tried to look at you passing by. You were purposely being cold to him and could tell he was genuinely guilty about it. He even tried to open his mouth thought not a word came out from his tongue.

Once you dropped your gear and swept it under the bed, you grabbed a towel and went straight for a shower. You closed the door behind and began stripping your clothes off until none was left and you were naked as a bear, dropping every apparel on the floor then moving past the plain, nude-colored curtains.

Next you turned the shower and adjusted the heating system until the temperature was soothing your body perfectly. You moaned out of relief when you allowed the water to run down your body, soaking through your hair and feeling it rinse all the dirt clumped up in your body. You took a handful of liquid soap and dumped it all over your body while shampoo was all over your hair. Then you began to scrub every particle there was latched to your skin while the water was gently streaming down – from either side of your arms then down to the valley of your breasts, you made sure your body wasn't feeling sticky or gross anymore.

As you were midway with the relaxing shower, you heard the door creak open and assumed who it was. "Now isn't the best time to shower together, Winchester."

"C'mon, Y/N, I didn't mean what I said earlier."

You continued to bathe your body as your eyelids fastened and your face was directed against the shower head with fingers running through your tangled locks. There you were ignoring anything Dean was stating, even if the only thing separating the two of you was the shower curtain between.

But that didn't stop him from bugging the hell out of you. Within moments of avoiding a conversation with him inside the bathroom, you heard the curtains move aside while hands enveloped around your bare waist – it was Dean already naked and joining you in the shower without even having to ask you if he could.

He quickly shushed you before you could react furthermore, "Relax."

His soft hand pressed against your upper back while his other reached for the bottle of soap and squeezing an amount onto your skin before placing it back. He began to massage your body, starting it off with his thumb doing circular motions at the lower back of your neck while his other fingers gripped around your shoulders.

Then he eventually advanced lower, sensing his muscular arms on either sides of you. His hands pressed lightly against your breasts at first while you let out a gasp and felt your body betraying you as the area between your thighs began to soak with your arousal despite the fact that you were submerged with running water already. “You like that?” Dean sensually teases.

And just like that your body gave into the scene and melted into a puddle. You nodded for Dean and you let your back relax against his sturdy torso, allowing him to lead you on with what he plans to do to help you ease yourself.

Firstly, you looked to your side only to be met with soft lips that swiftly progressed with your mouth. He tasted like the typical combination of fast food and beer, though you didn’t mind as you got used to it, as he subtly tugged your lower lip between his teeth then releasing promptly.

Without having to sense it at first, he brushed the ends of your hair to one side and lowered his face on the other until his lips could press against a part of your neck. Dean began to suck against the sensitive skin while continuing to knead onto your breasts. He even bit down and nibbled with certain areas between your neck and shoulders until pink bruises were forming and your body ached harder for him.

Then he spun you around until he got the magnificent view of your breasts bouncing out for him. With a sudden move, Dean’s mouth lapped onto one of them and began to swirl the tip of his tongue around your sensitive nipples. You took a few steps backward and stopped when you felt your back lower onto a flat surface just around the corner. Though he didn’t stay fondling around with your breasts for longer as his mouth unfastened and left the usual love bites at the area. It tickled you for a bit but mostly sent a kindling sensation throughout your body.

His mouth went downwards further, reaching over your midriff and leaving trails of kisses until it resulted with him pressing his lips firmer onto your clit. He knelt down onto the floor while continuing to eat your cunt out, swathing from your folds and delving further to earn a taste of the wetness formed from earlier. You couldn’t help but extend your arms out and jerk a handful of his hair. When you looked beneath, you were caught with the view of the water running along Dean’s toned back, seeing it glisten through the light which created the effect of his body looking more wonderful whereas his face was completely buried under your pussy. “You taste so sweet, princess.”

Another thing was he attempted to dip a finger inside you, pumping it inside and outside while you let out a soft groan. He tried to add another finger but this time you concluded that his touch and tongue wasn’t enough for the throbbing of your sex, craving for more specifically his cock impelling inside of you. “Dean, I need more.”

He murmurs, “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I need your cock inside me,” you whine while he chuckles at you knowing that a few hours you despised him but now you were pleading.

Dean straightened himself in front of you now, leaving your pulsing nerves for a short while reaching for one of your legs and hoisting it up which gave him a better angle to penetrate himself inside you. Meanwhile his cock was totally erect and stood out before having to align himself with your entrance – even with the sight of it, you could already imagine it filling your insides and repeatedly propelling your walls.

Oomph.

He didn’t ask once more for a permission from you before skimming his fingers over your folds then fisting his cock and guiding it until you could feel is sink inside you. Your mouth gaped open when Dean began to thrust his hips forwards and backwards as you tried to grip around his arms or any handle to stay in tact. “Baby, you feel so good.”

And even though his size wasn’t that lengthy, he was definitely thick enough for your walls to tighten around and feel your favorite sensation wash through your system. Dean knew how to use his dick, he knew how to please you in many ways than you could imagine and that was one of his most special skills. From trying to hold back your moans which now escalated quickly to being a groaning mess. Your body that was one rinsed off clear from soap now was covered in your perspiration again though wasn’t too obvious because of the phase you both spent here.

The shower room didn’t only echo your voice but Dean’s grunts also. His tone was deep and rigid, even without the sex you always fantasized about his husky accent – the way he gets furious with failed hunts or when things slip out of hand, he gets enraged and usually ends up throwing something across the library out of impulse – that is fucking hot.

“Should this be considered as an apology sex?” he suddenly blurts out subsequent with a short laughter, but you didn’t respond rather gestured him to continue with what he’s doing to you.

Maybe it was your condition that made you closer to your orgasm faster than you normally expect it to be; moreover, you were certain that the fiery intensity that was forming inside your lower abdomen was a sign that you were nearing. Your head felt dizzier than earlier and your temples throbbed fervently because of the temperature of your body rising up. “Are you close, princess?”

Dean obviously had the smug smirk on his face even through with the shower disrupting your sight. He was confident because he knew your body well, how your instincts would act up when you were feeling certain things. In addition to that, he dragged his hand between your inner thighs and began to thumb down to your bud. “You can come, that’s definitely fine for me.”

Then you let out a scream and allowed yourself to release before him. Your fluids dripping down your thighs but the water immediately washed it down the drain before Dean could do anything else. He lets out a heavy sigh of relief when he felt his cock being covered with your warmth as you got down from it, this time it was you who knelt down for him, “My turn.”

His brow raised for a second as his chest was evidently trying to catch a breath yet couldn’t help but smile at the view.

#spnkinkbingo #Dean Winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester oneshot

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writinginavacuum · 5 years

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On Sweeter Tides

Terra is the captain of a proud ship full of marauders. It's no surprise that people across the seven seas want to join his crew. How was he to know that one boy would be the start of such a grand adventure?

Written for Terraqua Day 2019

Words:10k Rating: T Read it on AO3!

Terra leaned his weight against the sturdy wooden railing, staring out toward the sunset as it dipped itself into the ocean horizon. His hair, scraggly and the color of damp, fresh earth, blew in the wind that surrounded the ship as he pondered the reflections of light on the water’s surface. How had things gone so wrong so quickly? It felt like just last week that he’d been sitting in some pub at the end of the world, grinning ear from ear as he’d bragged about how great his crew was.

“Best damn crew on the seas,” he’d boasted over a flagon of warm, cool and refreshing against calloused palms. “Nothing could stop us.”

But he’d been wrong, hadn’t he? His damn mouth always served to get him into trouble. First with their newest crew member, and now with this.

Terra scrubbed his face with his hands, pressing his palms into his eyes until bright spots danced against the blackness of his eyelids. It wasn’t even their fault, he reasoned. Terra had let himself get ahead of all his carefully laid plans, full of confidence and warming rum and the laughter of good company. His crew was easy to brag over. He had a crew of warriors, from Lea (who lived for cannonfire like he’d been born with a cannonball as a twin) to Sora, a scrawny boy who wielded a sword with something like insanity in his grip. They even had a great doctor in Even, who had put together men Terra swore wouldn’t survive the night. And there there was Ven, his first mate, a man always eager and ready to take on the world. He climbed rigging like nobody Terra had ever seen, except maybe their new recruit.

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They’d picked the new guy up a few months ago, in a small seaside port. He was calm as he approached the crew in the inn, one of the only people not giving the raucous group of men side eye as they enjoyed their first day on land in weeks. Terra noticed that while the young man had been trying to appear confident, his body language implied that he didn’t want to be noticed. By them? Or by the others in the bar? Terra wasn’t sure, and the young man had approached before Terra could give it any further thought.

“You looking for any new crew?” the young man asked, settling himself down in an empty chair across from Terra. The captain looked the boy up and down slowly. He noticed the softness of his jawline and the softness of his arms. His hair, the unusual color of a clear sea sky, was cropped unevenly, falling in pieces around his face. He looked like a child, Terra thought, the kind of boy who had never seen a day of hard work.

“Sorry,” Terra said, leaning back in his chair. “Ship’s full.”

The boy looked crestfallen for a moment, the delicacy of his face even more pronounced in his defeat, before the boy gathered himself visibly and sat in the seat across from Terra, much to Terra’s surprise. Usually the people he turned down either threw a fit or sulked away in shame.

“Room for a drinking partner, at least?” the young boy asked, already waving down one of the ladies from behind the bar. “First round’s on me.”

Terra, never one to turn down a free mug of ale, shrugged. What was the harm in drinking with the boy, after all? It wasn’t like the boy would change Terra’s mind, and Terra had no problems with drinking on another’s coin.

“Alright then,” Terra agreed as he leaned forward again. “Terra. Captain Terra Maduro.” He held his hand out across the table. The boy’s grip was firm.

“Aqua,” he replied. “Aqua Maki.”

Terra resisted the urge to snort at the feminine name. No wonder the boy seemed so desperate for some adventure. “Mum wanted a little lady, aye?”

The boy laughed as he fished for a couple coins from the pouch at his pocket, exchanging it to the woman carrying two mugs of ale. He passed one over to Terra before lifting the other, tilting it toward Terra in a mocking salute. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Terra laughed and downed half his mug. Across from him, Aqua did the same. Terra took in a moment to soak in all the things he enjoyed about being on land- the warm fire in the grate, the sound of people he didn’t know laughing and living their lives around him, the steadiness of the ground. It had been a while since his crew had been to port, and after tonight, it would be a while before they were again. They were scheduled to make a supply run, something that would take a month or two at the least if they didn’t allow themselves any distractions.

They had never made a trip without distractions before. Terra doubted this trip would be the first.

From behind him, someone shouted his name before colliding heavily with his back. Terra jerked forward, nearly choking on his mouthful of ale. A cacophony of noise heralded the entry of his whole crew into the bar, headed by Lea and Sora. Everyone enjoyed port days, taking their chance to eat and drink their fill.

“Who’s this?” the weight on his back asked. Terra recognized the voice immediately.

“Ven, meet Aqua. Aqua, my first mate Ven.”

Ven grinned at the young man and released Terra’s neck, much to Terra’s relief. He rubbed his neck while Ven looked the new boy up and down.

“Is Aqua going to be joining us, then?” Ven asked. Aqua shook his head before Terra could even say anything.

“Nah. Ship’s full, I hear.” Aqua said. Terra ignored the slight bite in his voice. He’d dealt with much worse as captain of a ship than some stranger’s annoyance.

Ven shrugged, clearly already tuning out of the conversation in favor of the bar where flagons of cold ale were being poured. “Nothing to be done then, I suppose.”

Aqua knocked back the last of his ale, then stood with the empty mug in his hand. “You got it. C’mon, I’ll get another round.”

Terra watched with slight confusion as Aqua headed to the bar with his pouch already open. The confusion became surprise when he fished out a couple of gold coins and paid for his entire crew’s drinks. Who was this stranger? Where did he get the coin to spend like this?

Still, he would never be the kind of man to turn down someone else’s generosity, especially not when it involved free booze, so he pushed himself away from the table and went to join his crew. He’d enjoy his last night on shore for a while, even if it killed him.

---

The sun streaming through open portholes was enough to rip Terra, slowly and painfully, from his slumber and into consciousness. Terra grit his teeth, the slow rocking of his ship threatening to send his roiling stomach into rebellion. He swallowed heavily against the bile. Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.

After a few moments, the immediate nausea began to subside and Terra felt like he could maybe stand up and face the day. Well, maybe not the whole day, but at least face the mess cabin long enough to get some water and maybe some food. After that, he’d retreat to his cabin until he absolutely had to show his face. Captain’s privileges.

He took a moment to look at himself in the small mirror in his room, taking in the slightly sallow look of his cheeks, the stubble showing its face along his jawline. He looked a little bit like death. It’d been a while since he’d drank like that, with no regard to his crew racking up a bill they couldn’t afford to pay. They might be pirates, but Terra tried very hard to avoid injuring innocents in the process. But their guest for the evening, Aqua, seemed to have the kind of deep pockets necessary to support a crew looking to party like they hadn’t seen dry land in months. (Which they hadn’t.) If they ever landed in that tiny port town again, he would have to find the boy and thank him for his kindness to his crew.

Terra rubbed his face, took a deep breath, and opened his cabin door to let the hellish light in. Immediately, the sun tried to stab him in the eyes. Terra frowned, ducking his head and darting half-blind in the direction of the mess cabin, where he hoped Sora had made something that would absorb all of the alcohol threatening to come back up. He was expecting the usual chaos of his crew in the morning, squabbling over the last of whatever Sora had made for breakfast that morning. He had a gift for turning preserved sea faring food into things that were almost edible, especially comparing to eating hardtack for three months in a row.

He wasn’t, however, expecting to find their patron of the evening before sitting in the center of the throng, happily telling stories and enjoying his breakfast with his crew.

Ven, who was sitting next to their new guest, grinned over at Terra and waved him over to join the crew. Terra, after a moment’s pause, elected to take his seat.

“Why the hell is he on my ship?” Terra hissed to Ven as soon as he took a seat. Ven, who was halfway through spooning out a portion of breakfast, look confused.

“Whaddya mean, ‘why is he here’?” Ven responded. “You invited him on.”

Terra frowned and stood up, grabbing Ven by the arm and janking him out of the mess hall. His stomach roared in anger, threatening to allow last night’s drinks a reappearance. When they were safely outside the hall, he turned on Ven.

“I did not invite him on my ship,” Terra said. Ven shook his head, leaning back against the wooden wall and putting his hands behind his head.

“Well, invited is a hard word, I guess. Do you not remember what happened last night?” Ven asked, a mischievous smile on his face. Terra paused, licking his dry lips and trying to remember anything about the night before. He remembered the conversation at the bar, telling Aqua that there was no more room on the ship. He remembered Aqua offering to buy their drinks for wasting his time. He remembered drinking- a lot of it, his whole crew indulging on Aqua’s seemingly endless pockets. But after that…

“Not really, no.”

Ven laughed, pushing himself away from the wall and offering Terra an impish grin. “Well, he challenged you to arm wrestling.”

Terra rolled his eyes. “I don’t want a play by play, Ven. How did he get on my ship?!”

“I’m getting there!” Ven said. “He challenged you to arm wrestling on one condition. If he won, you’d let him come along.”

Terra stared at him for a moment, his brain refusing to catch up to the reality that the scrawny boy sitting in his galley had actually managed to beat any of his crew at anything strength based, let alone him.

“You’re joking.” Terra said flatly. “This is a joke.”

Ven shook his head. “Nope. You were plastered, and he beat you. So stop throwing a fit and go welcome our new crewmate. While you’ve been sleeping,” Ven emphasized the word sleeping like it was a dirty word, “I’ve already given him a tour.”

Terra groaned. He would rather do anything other than invite this new person to his ship, but what choice did he have? If Ven said he’d given his word, then his word he would stand by.

But it didn’t mean he had to like it.

---

Terra had been telling the truth when he’d said his ship had no vacancies, but at the same time, a promise was a promise. Terra might be a pirate captain, but he never went back on a promise he made, and so Aqua became the newest member of his ragtag crew. Much to Terra’s surprise, Aqua fit into his crew rather well. His ability to swing from place to place on the mast was already nearly equal to Ven’s, with a grace Terra didn’t think Ven would ever learn.

Truthfully, everything Aqua did seemed to be with a strange grace, like he was a dancer living his day to day life. Without any definite place to put him, Terra simply assigned him to help out around the ship as necessary. Some days, Aqua worked alongside Even in the medical bay, cleaning up the messes from treating the others. Other days, he practiced his swordplay alongside Riku and Sora, usually losing but occasionally getting enough of an upper hand to disarm one of them before the other would have him by the throat.

“He’s pretty good,” Riku confided in Terra over dinner one evening, about a month and a half after . “I’m not even holding back on him anymore.”

Terra nodded, looking across the room to where Aqua was chatting with Even, taking notes as they talked about something Terra couldn’t hear. Aqua and Even had gotten very close over the last month and a half on the ship, with Aqua spending much of his time in the infirmary helping Even prepare poultices and fresh bandages, learning to deal with minor aches and pains of life on the open seas. He was fitting into Terra's crew just fine.

Finding him a place to sleep had been hard. It wasn't like he could just add room for another hammock somewhere. The ship had a finite amount of space, and Terra couldn't just make more where none existed. Aqua had ended up sleeping in a hammock strung up in the storage room, separate from the rest of the crew. Terra really hadn’t been all that apologetic about it, since he’d tricked his way onto the ship anyway, but Aqua didn’t really seem all that hurt by the separate living quarters.

Terra sighed and rubbed his face, turning back to Riku. “Do you think he could hold his own in a real fight?”

Riku grinned. “They have to catch him first.”

From outside, an alarm sounded out. There was a moment of silence as the dining hall went completely still, listening for any sort of sound, waiting for a silent cue.

The whole ship rocked with an impact, the wooden timbers creaking from the force, and it was like a fire was lit beneath the room. As one, the whole crew leapt from their chairs and benches. Terra vaulted his table, pulling the sword that was ever present at his waist and leading the charge up the stars and onto the main deck.

“We’re being boarded!” Sora called down from his spot on the top of the mast before grabbing a rope and sliding his way down to the deck. “Starboard side- it looks like Xigbar’s ship!”

Terra grit his teeth, adjusting his grip on his sword as he turned toward the side Sora indicated. Sure enough, he watched as another plank landed heavily on the side of the ship. He could see, faintly, that the impact the ship had suffered appeared to be some sort of hook stuck into the side of the ship, keeping his ship trapped against the side of the enemy ship. On the other deck, Xigbar stood amid the chaos of another crew all in black, an eyepatch covering his right eye. As if feeling Terra’s eyes on him, he turned and slowly grinned. Slowly, like the world was moving at half speed, he raised a gun and aimed it at Terra’s ship. His mouth moved as he said something taken by the wind, but the effect was immediate. With a roar, the opposing crew climbed up onto the boards connecting the two vessels and stormed the ship, swords raised toward the sky.

Terra’s crew quickly fell to battle with the opposing side, the deck filled with the sounds of swords clashing and the occasional scream of pain or terror. Terra felt no fear as he cut through the enemy crews toward the place of boarding. His crew would have is back, just like they always did. Terra trusted this crew with his life.

He knew Xigbar had been hunting for him. The pirate had never forgiven Terra for the last time they’d met. Xigbar had only intended to scare the young captain, trying to intimidate him into giving up the valuables that lay in the belly of the ship. He had never meant things to come to blows, not really. But Terra had been young and inexperienced, a first mate promoted after the loss of his own captain, Eraqus, who had treated Terra like his own son. Terra had been grieving him, terrified of losing anybody else in his little family, and when Xigbar brandished his sword at Ven, well…

Terra didn’t remember much else after that moment, but when he came back to himself, the ship was clear and his sword was soaked in blood and viscera that Terra was afraid to examine too closely. His crew had respected him more after that moment, but at what cost?

Terra finally reached the planks, his sword and coat both splattered with blood, and climbed up onto the plank.

“Xigbar!” he bellowed across the gap between the boats. “Showing your face around here again was a bad idea!”

Xigbar smirked, taking a position on the opposite side of the plank. Where Terra took a position of strength, all muscle ready to stroke, Xigbar looked completely at ease. The hair on the back of Terra’s neck prickled. Something was wrong. They might as well have been old friends catching up. “As if.”

Terra paused. “What do you want, Xigbar?” he asked. His fingers twitched on the hilt of his sword. “Here for me to take your other eye?”

A frown crossed Xigbar’s face, and behind it, a shadow of something much darker, far more dangerous. Terra tightened his grip. “You know what they say on the seas, Terra,” he said. “An eye for an eye.”

Terra lifted his sword. “Come take it if you can, then.” Xigbar laughed, a sound with no mirth. Terra fought off a shudder, keeping his eyes on Xigbar.

From behind him, Ven screamed. “Terra!”

Without even thinking, acting solely on his instincts to protect his brother, Terra looked away from Xigbar.

It was just for a second.

He hadn’t even meant to.

“Terra!” Another voice screamed. He heard footsteps.

Something slammed into him. From across the gap, he heard a deafening bang.

Terra hit the ground with a loud, painful thud. A warm weight sat heavy on his chest. His shirt felt wet. His head was spinning.

From around him, there was cheering and the sound of many feet. The other crew was retreating across the planks, chased after by various members of Terra’s crew. The whole world was shivering around him. The weight on his chest really was quite warm. It would be nice to take a nap here. His eyes drifted closed.

Hands on his shoulders. Yelling. “Someone get them to Even!”

His shoulders being shaken. Pounding in his head. The weight vanished amid the sound of feet.

A gentle hand on Terra’s shoulder. His ears were ringing.

“Terra?” Ven said quietly. His shadow shifted, blocked out the light, and the pounding in Terra’s head eased a little. “Terra, are you alright?”

Terra groaned, his head coming up to clutch his head. Was he alright? He took a slow mental check. He could still feel his limbs. Nothing seemed terribly in pain other than his head.

“I think so.”

Ven sighed in relief and gave him a tight hug. Terra slowly pulled him closer. They’d been like brothers their entire lives, training until Captain Eraqus to become true men of the sea. When Eraqus died, Ven had gone a little… off. Grief would always be hard for Ven, a boy made of so much sunlight, but for a while it was like a zombie had come and replaced Terra’s brother. When Ven finally started to reemerge after months, it was like seeing land again. He couldn’t even imagine what would happen to Ven if something happened to him.

Speaking of happening to him…

“Ven,” Terra said as he pulled away from the embrace. He politely pretended that he couldn’t see the tears dripping down Ven’s cheeks. “What happened?”

Ven wiped his eyes and visibly gathered himself, grabbing Terra’s wrist and dragging him toward Even’s office. “Xigbar tried to shoot you.”

“What?!” Terra yelled, dragging Ven to a stop. “Did he miss or something?”

Ven shook his head, yanking against Terra’s arm. “No. Just missed his target.”

Suddenly, everything clicked into place, and then he was the one pulling Ven along as they ran. His head pounded in protest, but Terra ignored it. There were far bigger problems to face right now.

“Who did he hit, Ventus?” Terra asked, already fearing the worst. Would it be Sora laying on that cold wooden table, blue eyes turning gray as the life drained away? Or would it be Vanitas, who always threw himself into danger, blood matting his black hair? Or would it be Lea or Riku or Isa or Roxas or any of the other men who called him captain, who trusted him to lead them safely?

If any of them died, it would be his fault. He might not have pulled the trigger, but it was he who would have their blood on his hands.

“It’s Aqua.”

---

When Even finally allowed Terra to enter the surgery room, the sun had already set over the horizon. They’d anchored as soon as they could, off a tiny deserted island, to give Even the steadiest seas possible. Even had locked himself in his surgery immediately, kicking the men who had carried their crewmate into the hall before they even had a chance to get more than a passing glimpse of the wound. Riku, his eyes somber, confided in Terra that Even had looked panicked as he ushered them all out of the room, already grabbing tools and herbs from jars and boxes lining the surgery walls.

Terra waited, still as a statue, just outside the room. A few of his crew had come at various times to try to tear him away, offering him food or drink or a chance to rest, but Terra refused them all.

Aqua. Why had Aqua done this? He was new to the crew, new to this life, just a child looking for adventure on the open seas. Truth be told, Terra saw a lot of himself in the boy, though they were probably rather close in age. He remembered, faintly, what he had been like when Eraqus had agreed to bring him aboard. He and Ven had both been children, barely old enough to lift a sword. No good in a fight. But Eraqus had taken them on, trained them in the ways of the sea. He’d taught them to read the stars and wield a sword, to fish for their meals and weather a storm. And yet, when Aqua had come to him to ask for the same, he had turned the boy away, treated him as a burden and nothing more.

How was he honoring his master’s memory?

And now here he was, waiting for news of a boy who had risked his very life to save Terra’s, though Terra felt he deserved it not at all.

Terra hated waiting.

He tapped his foot absently against the wooden beams of the floor, exhausted eyes staring without seeing at the surgery door as it slowly opened. Even stood behind it, wet to his elbows in blood. His once-cream linen shirt was stained dark, red already fading to brown in places. Even cleared his throat and Terra leapt up as if he had been burned. Even looked exhausted.

“How is he?” Terra asked, his voice low. Whether it was in reverence of the dead or reverence of the ill, he didn’t know.

Even sighed. “Better come inside and see for yourself.”

Terra was apprehensive about entering the man’s private space- he kept his surgery off limits except in truly dire situations where he had to bring dead men back to life- but acquiesced. Even did not look like he was in the mood for any sort of argument, and he was probably in possession or a fair few very sharp objects. Terra entered.

The room smelled overwhelmingly of blood, sharp and metallic. Beneath that, he could smell the wood fire Even used to clean things that needed to be cleaned, and the smell of herbs and bile. Aqua lay on the table, his shirt cut open to expose-

Terra turned away immediately, a blush rising to cover his face.

Even, even through his exhaustion, managed a slight smile as he closed the door behind them. “You see my problem.”

Terra scrubbed his face, feeling ever so slightly insane. “How did- I mean- he’s a woman?!”

Even shook his head. “Apparently so.” A slight tinge of humor slipped into his voice. “Do I need to cover her up, or can you control yourself, Captain?”

Terra flushed, but shook his head. “I’m a man, not a beast Even. I’ll be fine. How is she then?”

Even moved closer to the body, pulling back the cloth to expose a roughly sewn together patch of skin. “Well, she’s alive. It looks like the bullet didn’t manage to get deep enough to do any permanent damage. I managed to fish out the bullet and sew up the wound.” He sighed, moving to run a bloodstained hand through his hair before stopping himself. “Only time will tell if it was enough.”

Terra groaned. “Why would he- she think this was ever a good idea?” But even as Terra asked, he couldn’t help but remember the way he was as a child, watching the ships come in and out of his little portside home. He had been just the same, waiting for his chance. And when Eraqus had offered, he’d jumped for it with both hands.

Aqua joining his crew hadn’t been an accident. No, something like this would have required planning on his- her part. To buy men’s clothes, to hide her body, to cut her hair short and choppy… Everything she’d done had been for a reason. She found him in that tavern for a reason. She picked him for a reason.

Could he really blame her for chasing her own freedom on the ocean, just as he’d done?

Terra sighed and turned to Even, who seemed to be waiting for a decision of some sort from Terra.

“Don’t tell anyone what we’ve discovered,” Terra said. He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. “For all we know, he’s exactly what he claims to be.”

Even nodded, looking over Terra’s shoulder at the body lying on his table. “Understood, Captain.”

Terra looked back one last time, taking in the body lying motionless on the table, the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. This woman had lied to him and his crew for months, pretending to be something she wasn’t, and yet she’d also risked her life for her captain, just like any of them would have.

But damn if she hadn’t made his life way more complicated.

He left, closing the door gently behind him and leaving Even to his work.

---

It took about a week for Aqua to recover enough for her to move around the ship with any sort of freedom. Even had manufactured her a sort of cane for her to use while hobbling around the ship. Most of the crew treated her like a sort of hero, going out of their way to ensure she was taken care of despite her protests. Terra couldn’t help but be proud of his crew as they banded together to take care of one of their own in every way they knew how. And yet, there was a part of Terra that could not forget that they had been lied to, that their whole relationship was built on a false foundation.

Aqua seemed to have no idea that Terra knew. In fact, Terra suspected Even already knew about her secret in the first place, which would explain why Aqua seemed so close with the old doctor. Terra spent most evenings that week weighing his options, debating with himself whether he would confront Aqua over the lie or allow her to continue to live her lie in peace. Both options seemed worth pursuing, with each having its own benefits.

One night, about two weeks after she had been injured, Aqua took the choice out of his hands.

She approached him over dinner, a little shaky without her cane for the first time in a couple of weeks, but steady enough on her feet. She stopped at his table and leaned close enough that Terra could feel her warm breath on his ear.

“Can I talk to you tonight, Terra?” she whispered. Terra wondered how he had never caught on to the lilt in her voice, the distinctly feminine sound in the way she said his name. Or maybe it was just him, hyper aware suddenly that she was a woman so close to him. He shook it off, instead choosing to slowly nod without looking away from his meal of fresh caught fish. Aqua sighed and continued on her way toward her usual table with Even, sitting across from him with only the slightest wince of pain. Even caught Terra’s eyes on their table and raised an eyebrow, forcing Terra to look away.

“You’re blushing,” Ven noted with a wry smile. Terra shook his head, turning toward Ven.

“You’re seeing things,” he responded. He ripped apart the fish on his place with a little more gusto than usual.

That evening, when watch had been set and the ship was quiet, there was a knock on Terra’s cabin door. He was unsurprised to see Aqua waiting outside his door. Silently, he stepped to the side and waved her in. Terra wasn’t the type to be self-conscious of his room- he kept it pretty neat all things considered, and most of the crew understood that when you lived most of your year in a small room on the sea, sometimes things happened- but something about Aqua’s eyes roving the room make him nervous. He’d seen her space. She’d cleaned and organized the storage room over her first month, sorting things in such a way that she had somehow ended up with more room than anyone save Terra and Ven. Her room was immaculate.

Terra swung the door closed behind her, swallowing down the nerves (because why on earth should he be nervous when she was the liar in the room?) and leaning against the wall.

“What did you want to talk about?”

Aqua fidgeted with her shirt. Terra was aware of how small she looked, despite her body showing the signs of months of manual labor. She looked so very different from the day when he’d picked her up by accident in that little port town. Her skin was sun weathered, covered in freckles and redness. Her hair was lightened by the sea breeze to the color of the sky on a clear, cloudless day. Her limbs showed the muscle of a crewman who had adjusted to the hard work of day to day life on a ship. Perhaps most importantly, though, was that when he looked at her, he saw the person who had risked their life to save his. She deserved his patience. She deserved a chance to explain herself.

He took a deep breath and centered himself.

“I wanted you to know the truth.”

Something in him exploded.

“The truth?” He asked, taking a step forward. Aqua swallowed nervously, taking a small step back. “You want to tell me the truth? This should be good. You lied your way onto my ship, and now you think I’m worthy of telling the truth to?” He took another step forward, forcing her to back up further. “You’ve pretended to be something you’re not for months, hiding it every step of your day from everyone you worked with, and now that you’re injured you’ve decided you don’t want to keep secrets. Is that it?!”

By this point, he had her backed into a wall, pressed between his body and the cold wood of the wall behind her. He could feel her breathing, rough from panic, and the way she leaned away from him, trying to shrink away. A small, vindictive part of him hoped she’d start crying. He didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about everything that had happened, about being saved from death by a girl he barely knew, about being lied to for months about the person he was starting to consider a friend. If she’d start crying, maybe he would be able to come to an easy conclusion. But she wasn’t going to start crying. She was going to meet his eyes, waiting for whatever punishment he would dole out to her.

Terra grit his teeth, his hands balling into fists before slamming into the wall on either side of her head. She flinched, just a bit, but stood steady.

“I saved your life,” she said softly, so softly Terra nearly missed it over the sound of the ocean outside. “I’ve never pretended to be anybody other than who I am.”

“You’ve lied!” Terra yelled, his face close to hers. How could she not understand? How did she not get that she had told them a lie, pretended to be a man when she was anything but?

“I never claimed to be a boy,” she said. “You all made that decision on your own. I simply allowed it.”

Terra bit his cheek, trying to swallow back the hurtful words threatening to bubble out. How could she stand like that, tall and proud? How was she not afraid of him?

“I should throw you off my ship at the nearest port for treason.”

Aqua tilted her chin up, the faintest smile of rebellion on her face. “You should. But you won’t.”

Terra slammed his fist into the wall next to his head, causing her to jump. “Not a word to another member of this crew,” he growled. “I won’t have you inciting a riot on my ship. When we pass by your island, you will be returning.”

Aqua’s face fell. Nothing Terra had said so far seemed to affect her, but this… this seemed to do it. “No, please. Terra, I don’t want to go back.”

“Well,” he replied, pushing away from the wall to give her space. “You should have thought of that before you used deception to gain access to my ship.

“I beat you fair and square,” she protested, “and I’ve saved your life!”

“And you clearly intend to hold that over my head forever,” Terra said, “though I don’t remember asking you to do so. My decision is final.” He opened the door to his room, looking back at her. “Your honesty is appreciated. It’s why I don’t throw you off of this ship right now.

Aqua looked at the door and outwards onto the deck and slowly shook her head. For the first time that evening, Terra could see fear in her eyes. “Please, sir,” she said quietly. Her voice wavered when she spoke. “Please don’t send me back.”

Terra eyed her, seeing again the scared boy he had once been when he had begged Eraqus for a space on his ship. When he blinked, though, he was again looking at the woman who had lied to him, tricked him and his crew into giving her a place in their hearts and home.

Was he mad at her betrayal? Or just that he’d been foolish enough to be tricked?

“Get out of my cabin, Aqua.”

Silently, her hands shaking, she walked past him and out into the darkness of the ship. Terra watched her until she vanished below deck toward her bunk before slamming the door with more force than he intended to, listening to the echo of the thud until it was forgotten by his memory. Terra threw himself down onto his bed and stared upward at the ceiling, contemplating just how his life had suddenly gotten so complicated, how he had ever ended up in this position, and resolutely not thinking about how soft and warm her body had been against his, pressed between his heat and the wall.

He wasn’t doing well at any of those things.

Terra hated himself for losing his cool like that, but what other choice had he really had? Who was she to wander into their lives and throw it on its head? Who was she, really, to throw herself in front of a bullet meant for Terra, to make him worry for her, only to let it be known that she wasn’t who she had claimed to be all this time?

Who was she to make him feel like this?

Terra rolled over, burying his face in the feather pillow, and sighed.

Who was she?

---

Terra saw very little of Aqua for the next few weeks. In the light of day, having had some time to calm down, he could see that he’d maybe taken things a little too far. He tried to find Aqua, to apologize for his reaction, but she seemed to be refusing to be found. He asked what felt like the whole ship, but nobody seemed to know where she was. Sora said she was learning cannon care with Lea. Lea claimed she was practicing her swordsmanship- swordswomanship?- with Riku. Riku said he saw her helping Even clean the surgery. Even saw her climbing the mast with Ven to check the rigging. It was like she didn’t exist, like she had vanished off of his boat.

It was, quite honestly, pissing Terra off.

First she had the audacity to save his life, and now he couldn’t even find her to apologise for his reaction?

(Terra refused to think about how a lot of his predicament might have been his fault. It was easier to concentrate on what Aqua had done to contribute to the situation.)

After a few days of fruitless hunting, he decided he needed to tell Ven. The whole crew didn’t need to know- who knew what their reaction might be?- but keeping things from Ven was harder than he’d expected. Ven, his right hand man, his first mate, deserved to know what was happening.

Terra was expecting a lot of things when he told Ven. Freaking out, anger maybe. But laughter was not on Terra’s list.

“Are you done yet?” Terra asked with a bit of annoyance, watching Ven chuckle to himself on Terra’s bed. Ven held up a finger, still laughing for a moment more, before finally calming down.

“I thought you were going to tell me something important, Terra.” Ven said, leaning back on the bed. “The whole crew’s known that for weeks now.”

“They’ve what?!” Terra exclaimed, nearly dropping the mug he was holding. “Who told them?!”

Ven shrugged, looking supremely unconcerned. “They pulled her shirt open to staunch the bleeding. Kind of hard to, well…” Ven blushed slightly, trailing off.

Terra stumbled for a moment mentally, trying to figure out how he should respond to this new information. “Why did nobody tell me?”

“Well,” Ven said, “you kind of have a track record of flying off the handle.”

Terra thought back to pinning Aqua against his cabin wall, yelling in her face, punching the wall behind her, and reluctantly acknowledged that maybe, just maybe the crew had a big of a point. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Ven shook his head. “It was Aqua’s secret to tell. After she saved your life, we were glad to keep it. She might be a lady, but she risked her life for you, after all.” Terra hated to hear the admiration in Ven’s voice.

“Ven,” Terra said. “I… may have made a mistake.”

“What else is new?”

Terra frowned. “I’m serious.”

Ven smiled. “We know.”

Terra looked at him for a moment ,confused, before it hit him. Everyone telling him that they’d seen Aqua places where she clearly hadn’t been. Which meant…

“Oh,” Terra said.

“Yeah. Oh.”

“I need to apologise, don’t I.”

Ven nodded, laying back with his arms over his head and staring at the ceiling. “I don’t know, Terra. Do you?”

Terra sighed. “Yeah. I do.”

Ven took a moment, staring up at the swaying lantern, before sitting up and looking over to Terra. “I’ll let her know that you’re ready to be reasonable.”

“Why am I not surprised that you had something to do with this?”

“Because you’re smart, Terra,” Ven replied, already halfway out the door. “It’s why you’re our captain.” He paused at the door to grin back at Terra, all sunshine and smiles. “Just try not to mess up this time, okay?”

Terra shook his head, a small smile on his face. “I’ll do my best.”

Ven laughed and vanished out the door. Terra took a seat at his desk and pulled some papers toward him, trying to look busy. He had no idea how long it would take for Ven to find Aqua, let alone convince her to come back to his room.

It took much less time than Terra had expected, honestly, before there was a soft knock on his door.

“Come in,” Terra called.

The door swung open slowly to reveal Aqua, looking defiant. Terra had worked with enough people to see the twinge of nervousness hidden behind her eyes. Still, Aqua held herself tall as she walked in, kicking the door closed behind her.

“Yes, sir?” Aqua asked as she threw herself down into the chair opposite Terra’s. “Here to threaten me with the plank again? Or maybe interested in yelling at me some more?”

Terra sighed, pushing the papers he was working on to the side and leaning across the table. “I’m sorry.”

Aqua’s eyebrows went up. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” Terra said, “for yelling at you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Aqua tugged on a loose thread of the chair she was sitting in, looking a little off-balance, like this wasn’t how she expected the conversation to go. “Um…”

Terra stood, moving around the table and kneeling in front of Aqua, bringing them nearly eye level. Aqua looked down at him, her eyes wide and so blue, and Terra was abruptly struck by the realization that she really was rather pretty, in a way. She wasn’t delicate by any means. The ocean had well taken any softness from her body and her face. But her eyes shone like sunlight on a calm ocean. Terra became aware of how dry his mouth was, forcing himself to swallow. Aqua’s eyes darted down before refocusing on his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Terra repeated, his voice low, “for the way that I’ve treated you these last few days. You saved my life. I don’t know what was happening on your island, but I know what it’s like to need to escape your life.” He moved closer, just a little, between her knees until his hands were resting on her clothed thighs. Aqua shivered at his touch, and Terra was uncomfortably aware of the way her leg felt beneath his hands, of the electric current he was imagining between them. It’s just because she’s a woman. There was nothing else to it.

Aqua licked her lips, and Terra wanted to do the same. He took a deep, steadying breath and focused again on her eyes.

“We won’t take you home,” he promised. Aqua inhaled sharply, her eyes lighting up, and Terra was quickly distracted by how beautiful she was when her eyes were full of light.

“You promise?” Aqua whispered.

“Promise,” Terra replied. “And I never go back on my word.”

There was a moment, a heartbeat where they stared at each other, eye to eye, and was she moving closer or was he? He could see the freckles across the bridge of her nose, the flecks of dark ocean blue in her eyes, and Terra thought for one fevered moment that she was going to kiss him before she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him to her chest. Terra panicked, his face pressed into her skin, before he realized she was shaking. He ripped his mind away from how close he was to her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. He wasn’t used to comforting girls, but it really couldn’t be much more different than comforting boys, right? She was still his crew. Just… with a couple of extra needs. He could handle that, right?

Right?

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Wrong.

It was so much harder to deal with her now that everyone knew she was a she. Or rather, now that everyone was willing to admit that she was a she. Before, when Terra had been forced to look at her as a he, as a crewmate and nothing more, Terra could ignore the little things that unsettled him. He could ignore the curve of her lips when she smiled, or the way her clothing brushed along her curves. He could pretend he didn’t notice her eyes following him, that he wasn’t aware of the way she would challenge him when the others listened blindly.

When she was a boy, he couldn’t want her. Not so much because he had a problem with noticing a boy like that (for he was sure at least a couple of his crewmates saw each other in a similar light) but because he was worried of giving her away. He couldn’t like her as a boy because she wasn’t a boy.

But now? All bets were off.

Now, when she moved so gracefully through her day to day tasks, Terra was free to notice the way her muscles coiled as she pulled herself along the mast’s rigging. He could admire the way her chest shone with sweat over the top of her loose shirt as she lugged cannonballs from one side of the ship to the other under Lea’s ever-watchful eye. Now, when Aqua was allowed to be herself, Terra could look at her and want.

It was killing him.

He had never had anyone on his crew challenge him the way she did. He had grown used to his orders being obeyed without question, without hesitation. Now, though… Aqua was the first to call Terra out on his ideas, to question if he’d thought everything through. (He usually hadn’t.) She loved calling him out. It was infuriating. It was ridiculous.

It was hot.

Every time she did it, stepping up with those icy eyes, his mind flashed back to that night in his cabin, where he’d pinned her against the wall, felt her body pressed against his. Sometimes he felt like he might be burning alive.

One afternoon, about two weeks after they’d let the truth be what it was, their ship landed in port in another nameless town for a shore day. The whole crew loved shore days, taking any chance they could get to stand on solid ground and eat some fresh food. They were all men (and women, now) of the sea, but that didn’t mean they didn’t love a chance to feel some sand between their toes once in a while.

As the crew stormed the shore, cheering and waving their money pouches, calling to each other where they were going, Terra stopped Aqua from chasing after the rest of them. She looked confused, her short hair smoothed back by a bandana, her nose reddened from the sun, and Terra felt his heart constrict a little bit. It’s just because she’s a girl.

“Yes, captain?”

Terra rolled his eyes. “Oh, so now you call me captain. What happened to Terra?”

Aqua smiled, her eyes sparkling just a bit in the sunlight. “Figured I’d better be on my best behavior now that you’re letting us ashore, sir.”

Terra laughed, crossing his arms across his chest. “Watch yourself on shore, Aqua. Pretty girl like you?”

Aqua frowned, just for a moment, like a shadow crossing her face, before her original smile returned. “I think I’ll be fine. Beat you, didn’t I?”

“Ah,” Terra fumbled for a moment, realizing now what his comment might have sounded like. “I- I didn’t mean you couldn’t take care of yourself, I just, uh-”

But Aqua didn’t seem interested in an apology. Instead, she just gently patted his shoulder and strolled down the plank and into the shallows surrounding the little island. Terra watched her go until she was mostly out of sight, then sank down behind the railing of the ship and banged his head against the wood.

“Stupid idiot.”

Of course she would take that poorly. She’d hidden who she was to go sailing on a pirate ship, and the second she was allowed to be herself, Terra was throwing around the idea that she couldn’t handle a measly little port stop? She’d let herself be shot for heaven’s sake.

God, Terra was an idiot.

He sighed, staring at the deck for a moment, before taking a deep breath and heaving himself to his feet. This time he’d apologise to her properly. He wanted her to see that he didn’t think of her just as a pretty girl.

With that in mind, he headed down the gangplank and started the trek into town. How he would apologise to her, he didn’t know, but he’d be damned if he didn’t figure it out.

Except, he realized as he walked the streets of the small market, he had no idea what to get for a pirate lady he might have a not-so-tiny crush on.

He stared aimlessly at a booth of trinkets as the market bustled around him, taking in a tray of little necklaces and wreaths of flowers. What did you get a girl who was also a pirate? He usually got Ven new swords or training books. Sora loved candy- maybe he should buy her some candy? Isa enjoyed books, but Terra didn’t know if Aqua liked to read, or what kind of books she read if she did, so that seemed like a bad idea. Maybe he should just get her some flowers?

He shook his head, turning away from the booth and continuing up the road. No, he was trying to apologise, not court her. What in the world would a bouquet of roses get him, other than slapped?

As Terra was about to give up hope, a small booth set back from the road caught his eye. He paused, almost without thinking, to try to take note of whatever had caught his eye. The woman behind the counter smiled warmly at him, beckoning him closer. Terra, not wanting to seem rude, walked over.

“Good afternoon,” the woman greeted him. She seemed young, in her late twenties, in a loose-fitting pink dress. Flowers were woven throughout her brown hair, dyed blonde in places by the island sun. Terra murmured a greeting back.

“Can I help you find something?” the woman continued, still smiling that soft, warm smile. Terra shrugged.

“Probably not.”

“Well,” she said, “I can at least try? Sometimes all you need is an ear to hear.”

Terra almost said no, thanked her for her time and left, but something about her demeanor seemed to promise that she was genuine. And without thinking, he opened his mouth and let the whole story fall out. About the boy who beat him in an arm wrestling match he couldn’t remember. About his master’s death and how that same boy had saved Terra from the same fate. How the boy turned out to be a girl in disguise. How Terra had hurt her with harsh words and harsher actions. How he just wanted to make it up to her.

The woman listened patiently throughout his whole story, only pausing long enough to wave as a passerby or help somebody look through her inventory. When Terra had finally finished telling her what felt like his life’s story, the sun was beginning to set and the market was winding down, many of the vendors closing up for the day. Terra sighed at the sight of the setting sun. His day ashore was wasted, and his chances to find something to apologise to Aqua with were shrinking by the minute. Still, he noted with surprise, he did feel lighter after having told the stranger his story, like something had been expunged from him.

He attempted to apologise for taking up her time, but the girl just smiled.

“It was my pleasure,” she said as she began to pack up her own shop. “This might sound strange… but you remind me a lot of a boy I once knew.”

“Was he as much of an idiot as I am?” Terra asked. She laughed.

“Sometimes. But, much like you, he had his heart in the right place.” The woman reached under the table and pressed something into Terra’s open palm. “Now, here you go. For your lady friend.”

Terra tried to protest, tried to give her some of the gold in his pouch, but she would have none of it.

“Please,” she said every time he tried, “there are some things you can’t buy with gold. A heart like yours is one of them.”

After trying fruitlessly for a few more minutes to convince the woman to take his cold, Terra finally acquiesced and put the small item in his pocket.

“Thank you,” Terra said. “What’s your name?”

She smiled, handing him a small bouquet of flowers from the top of her stand before closing up the small stand for the night. “Oh. I’m Aerith.”

Terra shook her hand with a small smile. “Terra.”

“Well Terra,” she said as she slung a small bag over her shoulder. “Sounds to me like you have a ship to get back to, and an apology to present.” She waved at him and started down her path toward home. “Good luck!”

“Yeah,” Terra said, looking down at the bouquet of flowers he was holding. “I have a feeling I’ll need it.”

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Terra was not the first to return to the ship that evening, but he definitely wasn’t the last. After grabbing a book, he settled himself on a thick crate in the storage room, waiting for Aqua to inevitably return to her bunk long enough for him to catch her. His plan was simple: wait for her to return, corner her, apologise, give gifts. Foolproof.

Of course, most foolproof plans aren’t.

Terra waited for an hour. At two, he was starting to get antsy. By three, he had finished his book and was fiddling with some broken netting he had found in a corner. After three and a half hours, he hauled himself off the crate, deciding to give up for the night. He’d just try again tomorrow. He started up the stairs, only to collide with Aqua who seemed to be paying no attention to her own walk down. Terra’s arms went around her without thinking in an attempt to keep them both from falling.

“Terra?” Aqua asked in confusion. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Ah,” Terra said. He was trying very hard to focus on her question. He was also failing. “Well, I was, uh…”

Aqua huffed, pushing at his hands. Terra let go, allowing her to take a step back.

“Well?” she asked.

“I, um, wanted to… apologise to you. For earlier. What I said.”

Aqua stopped, crossing her arms. “Okay?”

Terra fidgeted under her gaze, only to remember the thing in his pocket. “Yeah. I, uh, got you something. To apologise.”

“Really?” Aqua uncrossed her arms and took a step down. They were almost eye level like this. “What is it?”

“Well,” Terra began. “I’m not sure.” Aqua laughed incredulously.

“How do you not know what you bought?”

“I didn’t… buy it exactly.” Terra scratched the back of his neck. He hoped he didn’t look as helplessly clueless as he felt. “It was given to me.”

“Then cough it up,” Aqua said, holding a hand out expectantly. “Let me see the secret apology gift.”

Terra reached into his pocket, pulling out and depositing the small token into her hand. Whatever it was, it was wrapped in cream colored cloth. Aqua ran her fingers over the delicate material, taking in the lace edges, the softness of the silky fabric.

“A handkerchief?”

Terra cleared his throat. “I think you, um, unwrap it.”

Aqua slowly unwrapped the package, and two shimmering stars fell out of the package into her hands with the chiming of metal and glass. There, resting in the palm of her hands, were two stars: one blue like the oceans, the other red like a sunset. Between the two stars was a small piece of paper.

“What’s this?” Aqua asked, holding up the blue star. The candlelight in the room cast soft indigo stars on the wooden walls. Terra gently plucked the piece of paper from on top of the second star. When he flipped it over, he found delicate, curly handwriting.

“Something’s written here,” Terra said. Aqua lowered the small star, moving to his side so she could read over his shoulder.

To whomever receives this,

These small charms are called “wayfinders.” Where we come from, they’re given as a promise between people. They represent an unbreakable connection, the kind that is written in the stars. As long as you and the people you care about carry them, nothing will ever be able to tear you apart. Zack and I made these years ago, when we were young and in love. Now, we don’t need them anymore, so I wanted to pass them along to you.

I hope that they can do for you what they couldn’t do for us.

All my love,

Aerith.

Terra finished reading the note. From behind him, Aqua made a quiet sound that Terra couldn’t place. He turned to look at her, only to see that her eyes were shiny. She was staring down at the wayfinder in her hand.

“An unbreakable connection…” she whispered.

Terra reached out and gently placed his hand over hers, pressing the orange star between their palms.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I insinuated that you couldn’t take care of yourself.” He pulled her closer, gently, giving her plenty of a chance to get away from him. “I’m sorry I’m no good at hearing what you have to say sometimes.” Aqua was looking up at him now, her eyelashes shiny in the candlelight, and Terra knew he was about to do something that they both might regret come the daylight, but here in the dimness of the supply room, he didn’t think he could stop himself. He didn’t think he wanted to.

“But I’m trying,” he said. “I’ve never had another person challenge me before, not like you do. I’ve never had to deal with someone so beautiful and capable at the same time.” He could see Aqua’s cheeks flush even in the low light. He hoped that was a good sign. His arms tightened around her waist as her hand slowly came up to rest at his shoulders, her fingertips tickling along the nape of his neck in a way that made his whole body feel warm.

“I’d like to keep trying,” he whispered. He could feel her breath on his lips. Her eyes were half closed. “If you’ll let me.”

There was a moment of silence. Then two. Three moments that felt like an eternity waiting there in that half-lit room, but Terra was going to let her make that last tiny step. He had crossed an ocean to reach her here. She could move the last few inches.

She sighed, soft and low, and brushed her lips against his. Her hands twined gently into the loose hairs at the base of his neck, pulling him down the last half an inch to press her lips fully against him with a soft little sound that might have been a moan, and Terra thought his whole body might go to flames as he tightened his hands on her hips and crushed her body to his.

They only kissed for a few moments, there in the darkened stairwell, surrounded by the sounds of the ocean and creaking wood, but for Terra it felt like a small eternity, hidden there in the heart of the ship with the stars pressed between their palms.

He could spend the rest of his life just like this.

When she pulled away, Terra missed her immediately. He fought off the urge to pull her back to his chest, to tilt her head back and kiss her until she was dizzy, and instead let her go. There was a small bit of him that was proud of the way she swayed on the step as he moved her hands down to her hips to steady them, his orange star still firmly in his grasp.

Aqua licked her lips, a little starstruck. Terra carefully stepped up until he was standing even with her, enjoying how small she felt in his arms and how much he knew that should would kick his ass for even thinking that.

“Not to be forward,” Terra murmured once Aqua seemed to have recovered, “but if you’d like to stay in a real bed for the evening… I could probably make space for two.”

Aqua swallowed. Terra wondered if she could see what he was thinking in his eyes. He hoped she did. He hoped she knew what he was offering. He hoped she said yes.

After a moment, her shock faded, only to be replaced by a wry smile Terra knew too well.

“Well, captain,” she said, already moving to grab his wrist. WIth a gentle tug, she started leading the way upstairs. “Who am I to say no?

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